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blossombriefs · 3 months

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Agora Hills | A Goku OneShot [NSFW]

Authors note: hey guys! Be sure to drop a follow and a like! The support goes a long way! I'm also happy to take requests - please be following me and shoot me a message. I can work of prompts such as songs, locations, colours, scents. Give me a brief description and the characters you'd like. This also has potential for a fully smutty part 2 so if that's something you'd want to see let me know! Prompt: Doja Cat's song 'Agora Hills' "who's that man with the big strong hands?" "You're the one you're the only man, me and you on my OnlyFans" Summary: The reader is an OnlyFans model and after being threatened at a party has to come clean to her boyfriend, Goku Content: afab!reader x Goku, mature themes, blackmail and drama (Vegeta being a total asshole), mentions and details of anxiety, story heavy, soft smut near the end Word Count: 2836 words

Times had been a bit financially straining on you since you tried to settle down with Goku. You both shared a lovely home and with plans to start a family together, you needed to find a source of income to start planning ahead. Goku was constantly off either fighting insane battles on faraway planets or was off training with his friends. Sure, you could have just looked for something in your local area like in a store or on a farm, but when Bulma encouraged you to look into the site OnlyFans, it piqued your interest. Bulma is the best source of motivation you have. You were a little unsure about it but with her lovely compliments toward your appearance, you couldn't help but try it.

You had set up a tripod with a ring light in the corner of your spare room to get the perfect shots, using your phone to capture so many pictures of you in cute lingerie sets you had. You also used a couple of your boyfriend's t-shirts for a baggier look on your body. Your income was plentiful as your platform grew and grew. It covered bills, put food on the table and even left some over for you to treat yourself and Goku. However, one question always lingered in the back of your mind.

"How long can I keep this hidden from him?"

You hated keeping secrets from Goku, transparency was such a huge foundation your relationship was built on. He was always honest with you, would this hurt his feelings?

On one of the evenings he had free, Goku had invited you along to a gathering at Krillin and Android 18's home. Everyone was going to be there and you could tell from his eagerness that he was excited for you to finally meet the rest of his friends. You felt that it had been a long time coming and you put so much effort into how you looked while Goku sported his traditional orange gi. Hopping onto the nimbus cloud, he held you tightly as it whisked you toward the Kame House. As you approached your destination, you were both greeted by waves as everyone gathered outside on the beach. You nervously held onto your boyfriend's arms as he waved gleefully to them all, keeping the same wave and smile through your descent. You both bounced off together, greeting everyone. Going around everyone, you were introduced to his friends one by one.

"Y/N this is Krillin and 18," he extended his hand toward a slender, tall blonde woman and her opposing counterpart. You smile as you shake their hands and introduce yourself. Gradually he made his way around the rest of his friends; Master Roshi, Piccolo, and Yamcha were part of the introductions. Finally, your attention was directed to Bulma and her partner, who you hadn't yet met. He stood beside her with his arms folded over a buttoned up blue shirt, his aura nothing short of intimidating.

"Y/N, you haven't met my husband Vegeta yet have you!" Bulma chirped, taking his arm and yanking him toward you and Goku. You smiled at him timidly, admitting you were kinda afraid of him wouldn't have been the best first impression in your mind. You could sense him looking you up and down, choosing to address you with a scoff.

"So this is Kakarot's harlot, yes?"

You looked to Bulma in disbelief as her hand slapped his shoulder harshly. Goku was quick to wrap his hand around your waist as he spoke up, "Hey, c'mon Vegeta you know that's not very nice!"

He simply huffed in your direction as he followed the rest of the group inside, Bulma not far behind screaming an earful toward him. You felt uneasy, Goku rubbed your arm to try and ease you. You weren't someone to take comments like that to heart but something just didn't feel right. You all took your seats in the living room and for the most part the evening was going well. You all shared some drinks, had a laugh, shared some food. You hit it off so well with everyone that you felt like you were part of the family... all besides one person.

Crossing paths in the kitchen, Vegeta glared you down as you look a fresh glass from the cupboard. When you sat it down again to pour another drink you glanced back in his direction, "Can I help you?"

"Don't think I don't know your secrets," he slowly walked toward you, you felt as if he hadn't uncrossed his arms from your initial introduction. If looks could kill Vegeta would've buried you 100ft underground. "You know your vulgar acts aren't suited to him, that clown deserves a woman with a bit more self respect."

"What the hell are you talking about?" you retort. Your hands shaking as you unscrew the lid from the top of the bottle. Deep down you knew what he was referring to but how did he know?

"That woman runs her mouth to me about everything," his reply was cold. He turned his back to you and began walking toward the door that led to everyone else. "You tell him or I will."

A shudder ran down your spine. The tension left behind lingered with his words. Your heart raced, the weight of your secret growing heavier on your shoulders. You took a moment to collect yourself as you decided Vegeta couldn't be the one to tell Goku. Just as he was about to reach the doorway, you spoke up and the tone in your voice was full of determination.

"Wait, Vegeta please." you plead as you set the bottle down. He turned to look back in your direction with his arms still crossed and his expression staying cold. You look to your feet, "I'll tell him but please could we continue this conversation outside."

Vegeta continued to eye you for a moment, his pride more than evident, but eventually he nodded. Hoping you had cracked him he turned away and led you out the back door to the beach, the soundtrack to your serious conversation being the crashing waves of the sea. You lowered your voice and spoke soft, revealing your own vulnerability beneath what you were portraying as tough, "I never intended on keeping anything from Goku. It's just complicated and I never knew how to bring it up."

His response was a shake of his head and a scoff as he stared you down intensely, "He deserves to know what kind of person he's with, that woman refuses to tell him. I don't even understand what it is you're up to! Y-you're lewd-"

"I have an OnlyFans account," you confess with a deep breath. "It's just a way to bring in some money for us and I just didn't want him to worry about our future. I never intended on disrespecting him I-"

As his scowl deepened and his silence remained, you could tell he was taking in what you were telling him. Wether he'd allow you to tell him yourself or not was on the table was another story. He grunted and without allowing another word to leave your lips, he turned and walked back inside with you close on his heels. Your heart felt heavy with what could follow. You didn't know what would be said. You reentered the living room, Goku glanced at you with a sweet smile, blissfully unaware about the conversation you had just had as you took your seat beside him.

The living room buzzed with conversation and laughter but as you cuddled into Goku's strong arm the weight of the conversation with Vegeta was weighing on your mind, you could feel his intense gaze follow you from the other side of the room as you tried to settle in. A silent threat that you had to tell him sooner rather than later.

As the evening continued, you'd engage in small talk with the others to try and keep your composure but what made your heart feel warm was seeing how happy Goku was. He's an incredibly social person, much more than your average person, and was more than happy being in the company of his friends. After a while, Bulma pulled you into the kitchen. She had noticed how reserved you had become throughout the night and was growing concerned, "Is everything okay?"

You nodded with a forced smile, "Just a little burned out and tired, that's all."

She looked at you with sympathy, placing her reassuring hand on your shoulder, "You sure? You know you can tell me anything, right? If it's because of Vegeta's comment earlier I can always talk to him?"

You shook your head and smiled gently, "Thank you Bulma, honestly, but it's fine! I didn't take it to heart."

You lied through your teeth but she bought it, patting your back as she left you alone with your thoughts. Your anxiety was gnawing at you, you knew what loomed ahead.

As the night gradually wound down, Goku yawned and stretched as he turned to the remaining few people left. With a thankful smile he suggested that you both head home. He stood up, spinning you in his arms to face him. "You look beautiful. You're perfect. Your dress you picked is so beautiful I just can't wait to get back home."

You beamed looking up at him, placing a delicate kiss on his lips. He smiled as he kissed you back in return. However, your loving moment was interrupted by none other than Vegeta.

"I bet you won't be the only man to see what's under that dress tonight, Kakarot," he smirked.

You looked up, witnessing the glee in your boyfriend's face shift into shock. The panic surged through your body as you clung to him tighter, Vegeta's words hanging in the air. You looked towards him with a disapproving look but Vegeta remained totally unfazed, his arms crossed and a sly grin plastered on his face.

"What are you talking about, Vegeta?" Goku furrowed his brows, his hands slipping from your waist.

His response was sharp, leaning in with a wicked glint in his eyes, "Oh, nothing, Kakarot. Just saying that some things... or some people... aren't as pure or nice as they appear."

The air was heavy with tension, your throat was running dry as tears began filling your eyes. Bulma stepped in between the two men swiftly, placing a hand on her husband's chest, "Vegeta enough. Stop it! There's no need for this you're making the poor girl cry!"

Goku's face was still taken over with confusion, turning his attention from Vegeta to you. You could hear his own worry take over, his eyes like a puppy's, "Baby what's going on? What does he mean?"

You were hesitant and unable to string your words together. Again, stealing your opportunity, was Vegeta, "Ask your precious partner about her little online endeavors. She's not as innocent as she appears."

You sigh, placing a hand gently against his chest as you look up towards him. Taking a deep breath and your voice was trembling, "Can we talk when we're home about this Goku, please."

The arrogant Saiyan prince wasn't done. It wasn't good enough for him. Purely with a sarcastic tone he chimed in once more, "Oh, how touching. Wanting to keep things private now? The woman who claims she loves you oh so much is selling herself online for a few extra zenies! Showing herself off to other men, tarnishing your trust."

Unable to process what he was being told, he hung his head as he let go of you entirely. Your arms dropped from his shoulders. He sighed gently, "I'll be outside Y/N. When you want to come home come meet me. We'll talk about this at home."

"Goku plea-" your words couldn't stop him from leaving, slamming the door behind him. You couldn't do anything but tremble. You knew why Vegeta did this, he loved seeing Goku weak or vulnerable. You also knew Bulma wouldn't let him live this down. You smiled sadly in her direction and thanked your hosts, leaving behind a now perplexed group of friends. Sat in the sand outside, creating little patterns in the sand with his finger, was your boyfriend who sat in an overwhelmed silence. You took a deep breath, shuffling in the sand beside him which left your dress covered. The beach was serene at night, the waves crashing against the shore heavy at the other side. "Please, let me explain,"

He sat in an almost child-like silence, his eyes fixated on the shapes he had drawn. The gentle sea breeze carried your tension and sadness. You had never seen him so hurt, it was all your fault. He looked up at you with tears starting to form in his eyes, "I can't believe you'd cheat on me with Vegeta..."

"Goku what?" you said, shocked. "I just met him today?"

"Look, Y/N, I love you. I don't want to lose you. If you've been chatting with him online and-"

This is where everything clicked, Goku had no idea about OnlyFans and what the site was. He took Vegeta's words at face value. You shook your head and cupped his face in your sandy hands. "Baby no, it's not that. I have an account on this website where I sell some pictures of myself and it brings us in lots of money."

Goku wiped his eyes, blinking back anything else that could spill. "What do you mean?"

"These men that buy these pictures don't see me in person. They don't touch me. We don't have sex. It was just an easy solution to our money problem and I'm sorry I wasn't honest. Vegeta knew because Bulma told him. I can't be angry at her for that..."

"So-so you're not sleeping with other people. He made it sound so filthy."

"I can show you what I do when we're home." you reassure him. His face softened as the weight of the misunderstanding started to lift from his shoulders.

"I should've trusted you, I'm sorry." he whispered. You held him close to you, you thought through that night you could've lost him.

"I should've been honest from the start, I just didn't want you to worry. I'd never have wanted to have hurt you."

As he gently pulled back from you he summoned his nimbus cloud. Kissing your forehead gently he softly spoke, "I just want to understand everything. We can move forward together afterwards can't we?"

You nodded gratefully at his understanding words. Together, you climbed aboard your transport home. You could tell from the way he held you that he was still skeptical and his emotions were mixed. You wanted to do your best to help him understand.

Once you arrived back to your house, hand in hand you led Goku upstairs to show him the tripod and ring light set up in your spare bedroom. Sitting him down on the bed, you ran through how the site worked. He nodded along taking in every drop of information. You shown him how much income you brough in each day and explained what everything went to. Finally, you handed him your phone to look through the photos. His eyes widened in a gleeful way as he began to flick through them.

"Babe, you look smoking hot in these!" he beamed. You could feel the negative tension lift off your relationship and a new tension start to brew. Looking up with a smirk, "Can I help sometime?"

"You wanna help?" you gently smile. He nodded his head fast. His hands wandered to the front of your strappy dress, carefully slipping it down to reveal your bouncy, perky tits to him. You flushed red a little. Once your phone was propped up on the tripod, you posed for a few photos with your ever supportive boyfriend. You tried letting him control the ideas, however his Saiyan instincts were close to kicking in and wouldn't leave much time for many pictures. He stayed behind you in most of the shots, cupping your breasts with his big, strong, calloused hands or encouraging them down to play with your pussy. You hadn't done anything sexual on your account yet and allowed him to assist with teasy photos. His hands grabbing your ass, his hands squeezing your thighs. He was giving you the content that could only grow your platform more.

He gently left little bites and bruises on top of your breasts, neck and shoulders. With a cocky grin and a chuckle, he whispered in your ear, “Now they’ll know you belong to me.”

Finally, he took some of you sitting on top of him. You gently straddled him as he slipped his fingers in your mouth for the final shots, your spit dripping down his hand as he looked up at you in pure amazement.

"That's my girl," he said with a gently slap to your ass. You tilted your head gently as you looked down at your strong, sexy boyfriend pinned under your thighs.

"Do you have any other questions?"

"When can I fuck you for all your fans to see?"

#dragon ball #dragon ball z #anime #fanfic #goku x reader #goku #son goku #dbz #fanfiction #oneshot #imagine #x you #bulma #vegeta

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zaphiregz · 8 months

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Inspired in the Oneshot “Fatherly Care” from @lilfriezatyrant .

#frieza #freeza #freezer #dbz fanart #kuriza #father and son #icejin #oneshot #its been so long #lmao #i finally finished this #frieza bab #little chestnut

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mikaseidukas · 21 days

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I was going for drawing Niko in Piccolo's outfit, but having a scenario felt perfect for this :b

#art #illustration #oneshot #digital #oneshot game #clip studio paint #digital art #oneshot niko #sketch #niko #piccolo #dbz #dragon ball z #dragon ball

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galexibrain · 30 days

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I have a headcanon that saiyans don't really do romantic relationships as humans know them.

We have two (2) full-blooded saiyans existing in canon (I'm ignoring movies, Super etc. and only going by the manga for this one) and both are ... not the romantic types.

And maybe there's more to it than "Goku grew up really extremely isolated and doesn't get a lot of things" and "Vegeta is too proud to admit he has a romantic side".

Idk, for a species that's just so laser-focused on fighting I think bonds between warriors would be waaay more important to them, and sexual stuff would happen completely outside of that (and yeah regardless of gender, let's say I headcanon that if two (or three) saiyans want to fuck, they fuck. Maybe as a bonding ritual before battle lmao).

But they don't really "marry" and get together, not even couples with kids. They fuck A LOT (I think with their tendecy to die early they'd have to procreate quickly lol) but whether two saiyans have kids together doesn't have any influence on their relationship status, and most saiyans have more half siblings than full siblings.

So yadda yadda, I heacanon Goku as aro (yes he loves Chichi, yes he's still aro, deal with it) and maybe ace/demi too but not bc he's saiyan and Vegeta as demiromantic bc that man is definitely head over heels in love with Bulma, no matter how much he denies it. But it took him a while, and initially, Trunks' existence didn't mean there was ever going to be a relationship between Vegeta and Bulma.

#dragon ball #dbz #dragon ball z #db headcanons #i'm just rambling on here bc i'm trying to figure out what i want to go for in a oneshot i'm currently writing #you can pry aroace goku out of my cold dead hands

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montimer · 1 year

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May I request someone cute for Piccolo?

Gn! Reader after having a rough day of training and coming home to Piccolo and cuddling??

Ofc!

This was a short one,sorry. I didn't know what else to write :')

Piccolo x gn reader

warning: just fluff

It's been a rough day for you. All this training tire you out. You hoped that Piccolo would be home.

"Hi?" You stepped into ur shared house.

"Y/n, Hi..you look...tired" he gave you a concerned look.

"Yeah. Just training tired me out.."

He looked at you, thinking for a moment.

"Is there anything I can do to make it feel better?"

"Cuddles!"

He smiled at that. He came closer and picked you up then carried you to the bed. You were laying on top of him. He put he's arms around you. You pushed urself closer to him.

"Thanks piccolo" you smiled at him

He gave you a hum as an answer, but he was blushing.

"Sure.." he hugged you close.

"I'll be there for you if you need me. Always."

#piccolo x reader #piccolo #dbz piccolo #dragon ball z #namekian #oneshot

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saiyansimp · 10 months

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When tutoring Gohan proves to be a bit boring, your attention turns elsewhere...(Piccolo/Fem!Reader Fluff. SFW, Minors DNI.) //Shoutout to the ask I got with the prompt having something to do with a character unsure about why the reader or MC was watching them! Sadly the ask is no longer in my inbox, nor do I remember the name of the sender, but it was a big inspiration for this story!

When you signed up to be a children’s math tutor, you had no idea what you were getting yourself into. Most of the kids you worked with were sweet and cooperative for the most part - some were a little mopey when you forced them to try equations on their own - but they were quick to improve compared to when you first started working with them. Gohan was no different: in fact, he was far beyond most kids his age, and you had to wonder why his mother had hired you. While Gohan himself was very mild-mannered, the environment you often walked into was…not. You would sit down at the kitchen counter to do some problems with Gohan just to watch his father run in, down multiple containers of leftovers without bothering to sit down, and then jog back out to do whatever it was he was doing. You heard his mother yelling constantly about how much he was training and how he wasn’t being a great role model for his son. Eventually, you figured you would have better luck tutoring Gohan outside.

Gohan seemed amiable to the idea. The weather was starting to warm up, and you even started to bring a blanket for the two of you to sit on while you worked. You were unsure if Gohan’s parents were in an unhappy marriage, or if they were just unusually loud - either way, you no longer had to deal with them. The first few tutoring sessions outside went flawlessly, and you left feeling proud. It wasn’t long until some new strange…thing popped up, however.

And that was exactly what it was, a thing. Or perhaps a man, you couldn’t be sure.The first day you noticed it, or him, you were in the middle of explaining long division to Gohan. You trailed off when you saw the…creature cross the yard and gingerly sit down, propping himself against a nearby tree.

“Mrs. [L/N]? What were you saying?”

“Hm?” Your attention was jolted back to the child in front of you. Gohan followed your gaze and laughed.

“Oh, that’s just Mr. Piccolo. He likes to come here to meditate sometimes.” You just nodded, although that raised further questions. How could this eight year old be so calm about a man - if you could even call him that - wandering onto his property? Was this Piccolo human? Could he be trusted?

You had heard rumors of aliens, invasions that could have caused disasters had it not been for a special fighting force on earth. They consisted of super-humans, or so you figured. Though you had never really put much stock into the idea in general. Perhaps you should have. You decided that Piccolo's origins and intentions were above your paygrade, so you handed Gohan a list of division problems and asked him to complete them what you had just gone over.

It didn’t take long for you to become accustomed to Piccolo's presence. It seemed that he enjoyed the fresh air and quiet, much like you and Gohan did. Sometimes, you would study him while Gohan was busy with his work: the way his face was so serious despite its peaceful state, the occasional twitch of his antennae, the bicep muscles that poked out from underneath his cape, somehow bulging even when he just had his fingertips lightly pressed together. Gohan often had to poke you or call your name to bring your attention back to reality.

Gohan’s final math test of the year was coming up, and his mother - Chi-Chi was her name, you learned - asked you to come in more and more frequently as the test grew closer.

“...and if we divide by two, what would the answer be?”

“One hundred and ten,” Gohan murmured, picking at the grass below you two.

“Very good! Let’s see…” You looked over your lesson plans, trying to find something the two of you haven’t covered yet. “How about we review the multiplication table, then? Can you tell me what twelve times nine is?” You asked, trying to think of one that might challenge him.

“One hundred and eight,” Gohan’s answer was immediate: his gaze was on the sky now, seemingly more interested in the clouds than in multiplication. Sighing, you put your lesson plans down. You felt bad for the kid: he was more than prepared for the test. It wasn’t his fault his mother was a nut.

“Alright, what do you say I give you these worksheets, and when you finish, you sketch some of the prettiest clouds you see for me?” You suggested, grabbing a few worksheets.

Gohan’s eyes widened, “But mom wants me to study as much as I can before my big test!”

“Trust me, Gohan,” you smiled, “I wouldn’t be offering this if I thought you weren’t more than prepared.” Gohan hesitantly took the worksheets and you turned away, content. This way Gohan could get a bit of a break and you could still get paid.

You had come prepared for this very situation. Rummaging around in your bag, you pulled out a worn-down leather sketchbook and a pencil, deciding to do a bit of drawing yourself. First, you started sketching individual blades of grass, harshly dragging your pencil against the paper to encapsulate a bit of texture. But that quickly grew boring. You sketched a few interestingly shaped clouds - one seemed to be shaped like a dragon, another a hand - but the day was shockingly clear. Most of the clouds were either fluffy and nebulous or too small to appear interesting. You huffed and lowered your gaze back down, resting your chin in your palm.

That was when you spotted Piccolo. He was a bit further away than usual, but still visible as ever in his purple gi.

Perfect.

You started with a simple outline - his straight back, the way his slender fingers just barely touched, his elbows resting stiffly on crossed knees. There was a delicacy in his posture, a delicacy you tried to capture. After sketching his body, you moved onto his facial features: his peaceful eyes that still held a certain seriousness even when closed, the way his face was turned slightly upwards, and, of course, his antennae. You were just adding his ears when you heard a voice in your ear.

“Whatcha drawing?”

You yelped and pulled your sketchbook close to you, turning to the kid next to you. You must have lost track of time - all of Gohan’s worksheets were completed and there were even a few sketches of clouds in the margins.

“Nothing, it - it’s nothing!” You checked your watch. “It seems like we’ve only got a few minutes left anyways, so we can -”

“Hey, that’s Mr. Piccolo!” Gohan was leaning in closer, squinting at your drawing. “Yeah! That’s a really good drawing, Ms. [L/N]. You should show him!”

You looked at Gohan, bewildered. Show him? Why would someone like Piccolo be interested in a drawing of yours? He’d been nothing but stoic every time you’d seen him.

“He told me he’s caught you watching him, y’know.” “He has? How does - I mean, why does he think I was watching him?” You could’ve sworn each time you had stolen glances, Piccolo’s eyes had been closed. Gohan just shrugged.

“I dunno. But he asks about you, sometimes.” “Really…” You tilted your head, turning your gaze back to Piccolo. As if on cue, he opened a single eye and raised a brow questioningly. The sudden eye contact sent what felt like a jolt of electricity through your system, and you quickly averted your gaze. You could have sworn you heard a deep chuckle in the distance, and your ears burned red.

You were here to teach, damnit! Not gawk at alien creatures in your client’s yard. You looked wearily back at Gohan, who nodded encouragingly. Maybe…maybe if you gave him the drawing, you’d stop thinking about him. Without another word, you stood up and tore the drawing out of your sketchbook, tossing the book to the ground. You tried to walk quietly so as not to disturb him - maybe you could put it next to him or something and pray it didn’t blow away - but Piccolo opened his eyes as soon as you started to get close.

“Yes?” His voice was gruff, but not harsh. You held out the drawing pathetically, and you couldn’t help but notice how his calloused fingers brushed yours as he grabbed the drawing from you. He looked it over and chuckled to himself, and you felt yourself get even redder. Eventually, he looked up, and you were surprised to see that there was a gentleness in his eyes.

“When are you coming back?” “I-I’m unsure - Gohan’s final math test for the year is in a few days, so I don’t think I’ll need to be back -”

“Come back in a week. I’ll be training Gohan in the woods then.”

You opened your mouth to ask what he meant by training, or why they were going into the woods, or why Gohan’s parents trust him with their son, but Piccolo shut his eyes as soon as he finished speaking, so you took it as a sign that the conversation was finished. You walked back to collect your belongings from under the tree where you and Gohan had been working. Hearing a knock coming from the house behind you, you looked back to see Gohan beaming out of one of the house’s windows, giving you two thumbs up. You smiled to yourself, walking back to your car with your bag, your hands still shaking. You weren’t sure what was coming next, but it was sure to be interesting.

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kaceyswrld · 7 months

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Goku Black - Bloodlust 🦇

hey ml's <3 I wanted to take part in kinktober this year but I don't trust myself enough to be able to write something everyday so I decided to do this instead. Goku Black totally fits the role of a vampire 😻 so this is a lil something that I thought of. There might just be a smutty part two since this one isn't spicy at all. Ps. I meant it when I said kinktober ain't for me because I started this on the 1st of October and only finished it now 😭

You're giddy with excitement as you make the final adjustments to your costume. You gaze into the mirror in your room as you admire the alluring witch costume you had picked just for Halloween. The short black dress hugs your curves and the stockings pair well with the boots you borrowed from your best friend, Bulma.

"Woah! Look at you. That dress looks amazing on you." She compliments after she finishes with her makeup and finally gets a good look at you. You twirl for show and laugh. "Thanks. The mixture of scary and sexy is a great combo, I must say. But I can't over how good you look. Vegeta will be drooling when he sees you."

This year, the two of you decided not to wear matching costumes like you always do and she had chosen to dress up as a scary yet hot killer clown. "You think so? I invited him to the party but he didn't say if he was coming or not." She sounds unsure and you click your tongue. "He'll definitely turn up, trust me. He wouldn't miss it if it means he gets to bang you in one of the bathrooms."

She squeals in excitement at the mention of that and puts a hair clip in her hair before grabbing her small purse and opening it to show you the contents inside. "I have over 30 condoms in here just in case." Your eyes widen as you see the square plastic wrappers all bunched up inside as if it's the only thing in her purse. "30?" She nods. "Yeah. He has crazy stamina!"

After grabbing your witch hat, you link arms with her and walk downstairs, making sure to take a couple of pictures together before you two are on your way out.

The air is chilly, a cold breeze drifting through the neighbourhood. Your excitement is evident as you take in all the Halloween decorations littered across each lawn of every house you pass. Small kids walk around, some holding their parents hands as they yell the infamous words, "Trick or treat!"

"Don't you just love Halloween? We get to watch all these scary movies and dress up and go to parties..." You have a wide smile on your face and Bulma chuckles. "I agree. The parties are the best part for me and I can't wait to see what everyone else is dressed up as."

You walk to a quieter part of the neighbourhood where not as many children are loitering around. For some weird reason, you get a strange feeling as if someone is watching you. It's almost unsettling and you're glad your arm is linked with Bulma's. "It's quiet here." You mutter underneath your breath, hearing the voices and laughter of children all the way behind you.

"Well duh. They didn't want kids in this part because of the party. We don't need kids knocking at the door and asking for candy while all of us will be getting fucked up." Her voice sounds loud in the quiet of the neighborhood. You know you're just being paranoid, but you swear that someone is watching you from all angles.

"Bulma, I think-"

Your words are cut off by a squeal as she unlinks her arm with yours. "There he is!" She whisper yells and your gaze shifts as you see Vegeta walking ahead with his friend, Nappa. A gust of wind blows your witch hat off your head and it tumbles down the street behind you.

"Come on." She pulls on your hand so that you can catch up with the two guys but you stop in your tracks. "My hat blew off. Go on ahead, I'll meet you at the party." You tell her, already looking behind you and trying to spot the black hat. "You sure?" She questions and you nod before the two of you separate.

Despite wanting to run back to her and endure Nappa's shameless flirting, your outfit just isn't complete without the iconic witch hat.

You stray further and further away from the destination of the house where the party is. An expression of confusion is all over your face as you wonder where the hell your hat could be. Was the wind that strong that it blew it all the way across the neighborhood?

You're about to give up your search when you hear an ominous voice coming from a barely lit alleyway. "Looking for this?" You turn to your left and see a man, his skin pale, a contrast to his pitch black hair and eyes. He's holding your witch hat in his hand and you feel almost uneasy. "Yeah."

Neither of you make a move and you contemplate turning around and letting him keep the hat. He dangles it in front of him and you take a deep breath before advancing toward him, his form towering over yours.

You reach out to grab your hat but he moves it behind his back. "Your costume looks good on you, mortal." His eyes roam over the tight fitting dress on your body and you avert your gaze to the brick wall. You've never seen this man in your neighborhood before and you'd rather not prolong this interaction with him. He smirks and reaches out, grabbing your chin to make you look at him.

You have no choice but to look into his eyes and your gaze roams over his features, noticing how attractive he is with a chiseled jawline, high cheek bones and those lips that tug up into a smirk. The longer you stare into those onyx eyes of his, the more you feel your mind almost in a trance like state.

"I wonder what you taste like."

He says softly. He drops your witch hat, his right hand slithering around your waist as he pulls you closer toward him before he lowers his face toward your neck. You're confused but surprisingly not scared of the fact that some random man has his hands on you. "I hope you don't mind."

Before your brain can even register what's happening, you feel his ice cold lips on your neck, leaving a trail of light kisses on your warm skin. You gasp softly at the contact as you wonder why he's so cold. Was he outside the whole time?

Suddenly, he opens his mouth and you feel two pricks. You flinch as his fangs sink into your neck and your eyes widen as your hands move to his chest but you don't push him away. It hurts like hell and he sucks, his fangs still buried in your neck as a low growl emits from his throat.

Your mind is hazy as you try to comprehend what's happening and a soft whimper escapes your mouth after a few moments when he finally pulls away. The spot where he bit is throbbing with pain and you stare up at him as your heart pounds in your chest. A trickle of blood dribbles down his chin before he swipes at it with his thumb and licks it. "No screaming? Well aren't you a fascinating little mortal."

You're at a loss for words as you try to figure out what the hell just happened. He bends down to pick up your hat before placing it on your head, that smirk never leaving his face.

"Until we meet again, mortal." Are the final words you hear from him before he vanishes before your eyes.

#dbs #dbz #dragon ball #dragon ball super #smut #dragon ball smut #goku black #halloween #dragon ball oneshot #vampire

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rocksinmuffin · 1 year

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not to be insane but i have been thinking about your "give a good dog a bone" frieza fic for years. Is it ok to request a sequel?

I mean… I’m not going to write a full-length sequel on this blog because that’s a little more time commitment than what I warrant for most requests, but if you want to make requests within that universe, you totally can.

The premise is literally just that reader was mistaken for Chi-Chi and kidnapped (because all humans look alike, am I right?) but when they discover you’re just some nobody, you manage to entertain Frieza just enough to decide to keep you as a pet instead of killing you.

Give A Good Dog A Bone was something I wrote as somewhat of a spin-off to some Frieza (and family) oneshots I did in my oneshot collection Trippin’ Balls from forever ago. It takes place some time between the Frieza oneshot—the chapter where he finds you and decides to keep you as his pet—and the Cooler oneshot—the chapter where you witness Cooler and Frieza fighting over you like children and you nope out of there onto the nearest escape pod. I had written a King Cold one too but I have decided retroactively that one is not canon because I do not like it lol.

If it had continued I would have done a Jaco oneshot that would be a direct sequel where he finds you in the escape pod and (kind of against his will) ends up dealing with the many powerful members of the Frieza Force that he sends to retrieve you.

So, tldr, if there is any particular thing you would like to see more of or have me expand upon, I’d be happy to take a request. I just have no plans for a direct sequel full length fic.

#ask #anon #rantsinmuffin #dragon ball #dbz #if you were a fan of the oneshot you were probably aware of most of what i said here #but I wanted to give context to people who are not familiar with what I have posted on ao3 #long post #reader insert

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sentinelpri · 2 years

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Let You Break My Heart Again

Vegeta, on most given days, is the specimen of health. He never gets sick, even when he’s around other people who are. In fact, he’s only been sick once or twice in his lifetime and managed to bounce back rather quickly.

Tonight, however, Vegeta feels sick.

Then again, all he’s had is coffee and the leftover pie that Bulma made. That’s what he tells himself, anyway. Not eating breakfast or lunch and having a slice of apple pie and cold black coffee isn’t any way to take care of the temple that is his body. It’s no wonder why his stomach is churning with nausea.

No, that’s nonsense, he tells himself. He’s gone for days if not weeks at a time without sustenance, traveling from planet to planet to eradicate different alien species and taking their planets for Frieza to sell. His body is in even better condition now than it was back then, so he knows the food isn’t what’s doing it.

Maybe it’s more mental than anything.

Vegeta sighs. Kakarot with his limited brain capacity probably doesn’t have to deal with this sort of thing. Kakarot, that fool who takes up all of Vegeta’s mind. Kakarot, who has no idea what he does to Vegeta with every innocent look.

Kakarot, who Vegeta is terribly, disgustingly in love with.

The situation is something he’s struggled to come to terms with since returning from Namek. He’s tried everything to get Kakarot off of his mind from training to alcohol to sex to stupid hobbies like art and music, and none of it has worked, so he’s learned to accept it while keeping it a secret.

The worst part is that Vegeta knows the bumbling idiot doesn’t care nearly as much as he does.

He just should stop having these feelings. Heaven knows he’s tried. Just five years ago, he would’ve been able to shut this shit down without hesitation. Today, however, he can’t. He hasn’t been able to since he saw Kakarot kicking Frieza’s ass on Namek.

Maybe one day, he’ll come to his senses and realize that Kakarot doesn’t deserve his love. Some day, someone will like him like he likes Kakarot. But, until then, he doesn’t mind sitting with his coffee and his pie, pretending that he and Kakarot are more than they really are.

He’s at Bulma’s kitchen table, his head in his arms and his slice of pie half eaten on a plate in front of him. He’s been staying there in his own room since returning from Namek, though said room has been converted into a nursery for Trunks. There’s another spare room that he could have moved into, but honestly, his one solace in life is spending time with the baby.

Trunks is sleeping right now. Vegeta finished giving him a bottle and laying him down maybe a half hour ago, and he doesn’t want to go in there and risk waking the infant up with his night time work out routine, so he doesn’t. Bulma is probably asleep in her own bedroom. Vegeta thinks he may just go train outside, but then he hears his cell phone ring.

Working the damn thing is a nuisance that he has yet to figure out. Scouters? No issue. Space pods and space ships? Easy. Alien space computers? Piece of cake. Yet, earthly cell phones still baffle him. Big bricks with earth number buttons, they’re ugly and impossible to operate no matter how many lessons Bulma gives him on the basics of them. After fumbling with the device for a few minutes, Vegeta answers.

“It’s late, Kakarot. What the hell do you want?” He spits, unsure of how else to express himself to the man who’s currently occupying his entire mind.

Sometimes, Vegeta wonders what it would be like were he to drop the cruel facade and treat Kakarot with some decency; what it would be like if he were honest. But then, he imagines the awkward, pitying look on Kakarot’s face that would result, and the idea is quickly pushed to the back of his mind. Shaking his head, Vegeta listens to the soft and friendly voice on the other end.

“I’m outside, wanna come train with me?”

Vegeta’s brow furrows. Vegeta wants to say no in the rudest way possible and hurt Kakarot’s feelings as some sort of revenge for the way he’s made Vegeta feel for the past few years. Ultimately, he gives into the indulgent part of himself that wants to see Kakarot and answers-

“Fine. I’ll be right there.”

-before hanging up.

Vegeta sighs, sets the phone down, and stands up to go to his and Trunks’s room. He makes sure the sound machine is still set to the infant’s favorite setting (ocean waves), checks to make sure that the baby monitor is still on, and inspects the crib. Trunks is still fast asleep on his back, his big blue eyes shut and his stubby fingers twitching every few seconds. His breathing is heavy but calm, so Vegeta leaves him, shutting the door and going to the front of the house.

When he opens the front door, he’s unsurprised to see Kakarot standing right there; far too close, inexplicably unaware of how close is too close just like he’s unaware of every other social nuance. The taller man’s feet are right on the edge of Bulma’s tacky welcome mat, and his nose is a mere inch or two away from Vegeta’s. Embarrassingly enough, Kakarot has to lean down a bit to be at eye level with Vegeta because of their four inch height difference.

Kakarot smells like vanilla and spice, and his eyes sparkle underneath the warm glow of the porch light.

It takes Vegeta’s breath away.

Maybe letting Kakarot break his heart for the rest of their lives wouldn’t be too bad.

Wordlessly, the other ravenette smiles down at him before starting to fly. Vegeta follows close behind. Occasionally, Kakarot will look back at him. Vegeta chooses not to meet his eyes a single time on their long flight. Kakarot tries to talk to him, too, asking about how Trunks and Bulma are doing, chatting about the weather, giving Vegeta an unnecessarily dramatic tale about some restaurant he tried recently. Vegeta mostly gives one word replies and noises of acknowledgement- just enough to let Kakarot know that he’s listening, but not enough to get in too deep.

He’s already in far too deep.

Eventually, they land. Vegeta recognizes this as the area they destroyed when he and Napa first came to earth. Before he thinks to ask questions, he’s throwing the first energy blast. Kakarot dodges, and thus, they dance their dance under the navy midnight skies.

Vegeta struggles to gather his feelings about Kakarot as they spar together, trading blows- arm to arm, leg to leg, sharp charcoal eyes locked with a pair of ink-hued eyes that are much softer.

Kakarot is an enigma, so much so that Vegeta can’t focus on their training. The younger man is as cheery as ever, seemingly unbothered even though his wife is in the middle of divorcing him and trying to get custody of their son, Gohan. It seems like the separation from someone who was supposed to be his life partner and the potential loss of time with his child isn’t bothering him at all. Bulma has been gossipping about it with him over breakfast since the issue came up a bit ago, apparently right after Kakarot proposed the idea of training Gohan to fight Cell. Vegeta couldn’t possibly understand.

He thinks of Bulma. Though their relationship was only ever friends with benefits, he wouldn’t know what to do if something happened to baby Trunks or if she tried to take him away. He hasn’t been the best father, and he isn’t the best partner, admittedly, but he didn’t have the best examples growing up either.

He’s trying his best.

That train of thought is quickly wiped from his mind as he’s sent flying into a pile of rust-colored rocks by Kakarot’s strong fist. He grunts and flies to the side to avoid a further onslaught of punches, on the defense for once. The younger man stares at him curiously, and it appears that he’s having no trouble backing Vegeta into a corner. Vegeta grows frustrated, his pride bubbling up and turning his mind into angry mush.

He needs to stop feeling this way.

The taste of the defeat from when Kakarot defeated him three years ago remains bitter on his tongue, as does the defeat from Kakarot putting an end to Frieza when Vegeta himself failed to do so.

Yet, somehow, the taste of his feelings is worse; rotten, even.

They’re standing on the ground, neither of them really fighting, just throwing half-hearted kicks and punches that keep getting blocked.

Suddenly, Kakarot stops, jumps back, and throws his hands up in defeat.

He’s forfeiting.

Why?

“Why’d you stop?” Vegeta demands, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes narrowed.

“You’re not really in it tonight,” Kakarot shrugs and stares up at the sky. It’s clear and dark, only illuminated by the occasional white star. The soft breeze rustles Kakarot’s hair. Briefly, Vegeta thinks about how those inky locks would feel right now if he were to run his fingers through them. Probably tangled from the wind, and probably somewhat soft. “You didn’t even put your armor on, which I guess is fine, but I’ve never seen you show up to a real fight without your gloves. I feel like you’re not even taking me seriously! C’mon, dude, what’s up? You must be really frazzled tonight.”

“I’m just trying to understand what I am to you-... No, I shouldn’t,” Vegeta finally says, and at that, Kakarot’s eyes go wide in that familiar, innocent confusion of his. “Never mind. If this isn’t enough of a challenge for you, Kakarot, I’ll go home.”

Despite his words, the two men stand there, unmoving until the other ravenette takes a few cautious steps towards him. Vegeta stares with uncertainty in his eyes, his mind racing.

Is he really anything more to Kakarot than a rival? Anything more than the songs they’ve exchanged in passing? Anything more than the weird midnight calls the other Saiyan makes to him when he’s training or caring for Trunks? Anything more than the many fights they’ve shared over the years underneath blazing sunsets and rosy sunrises?

“I want to know what’s on your mind, Vegeta,” Kakarot reaches out so fast that Vegeta can’t catch his hand before it’s on his shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze.

Vegeta shrugs that warm, calloused hand off of him and takes a step back. Kakarot takes another two steps towards him. Their noses brush in a way so intimate that it makes Vegeta die inside a little bit. Is the other Saiyan catching on, or is he really just so naive that he’s completely oblivious to it?

“Since when do you care? It’s unimportant,” Vegeta makes a noise of disgust and places a hand on Kakarot’s chest- not to touch him, he tells himself, but to keep him at a reasonable distance.

“Vegeta…” Kakarot sighs and rests a hand on his cheek. It’s too intimate. Vegeta knows that, were anyone to see them like this, they’d get the wrong idea; understandably so. However, he also knows that the man in front of him is dense enough to not know any better. “I know everything with the androids and Cell has been really stressful for you and you’ve had a lot going on with Bulma and Trunks, but-”

Vegeta scoffs. Of course, Kakarot’s mind is on the battle they’ve been preparing for, and of course, Kakarot is terrible at considering the feelings of those in his personal life.

What’s new?

“You’re an idiot, Kakarot,” Vegeta groans and rolls his eyes.

“What do you mean?” To join the hand that’s already on Vegeta’s cheek, Kakarot places another on his waist. The older man doesn’t even try to stop him, even as he’s being pulled closer, closer, closer. Too close. “I’m just trying to help.”

Vegeta blinks. He’s overwhelmed, he’s confused, and God, he’s fucking terrified. For once in his life, Vegeta is stuck with no idea what to do or how to explain himself.

If only the idiot knew what Vegeta felt for him.

Kakarot looks down at him, looks down on him, pity and concern and something else that Vegeta can’t identify in those big inky eyes of his. For once, instead of arguing and fronting, Vegeta swallows his pride. He stands tall (or as tall as he can stand), looks Kakarot in the eye, and admits what he’s been hiding for more than three years now.

“I’m in love with you, Kakarot,” Vegeta pulls away. Kakarot, unsurprisingly, has wide eyes and parted lips. He appears completely and totally shocked and takes seemingly forever to say anything, so Vegeta decides that he should end the awkward stagnation. “Do with that what you will. I’m leaving.”

Vegeta turns, ready to walk away, only for Kakarot to grab him by the wrist and pull him back.

“Wait-” Kakarot rushes to speak as his chest is pressed against Vegeta’s back. “Vegeta…”

“What?” Vegeta snaps and turns his head to face the younger man, who is busy wrapping his fingers around the prince’s wrists to secure them. The hold is gentle, just enough to let Vegeta know what it means- ‘stay, please’- without being rough. It’s so light that Vegeta could break out of it with the littlest movement, but he doesn’t, simply standing there so he can hear Kakarot out. A glimmer of hope seems to shine through the moonlight that’s being poured upon them through the night sky. “What is it? Get on with it, Kakarot. I’m not going to stand here with you staring at me like some sort of animal. What, were you under the impression that I don’t have feelings? Or do you just pity me? That does sound like you, doesn’t it-”

“I love you,” Kakarot whispers, seemingly breathless. Vegeta’s heart skips a beat. “I love you, too, Vegeta. You can’t tell me what I’ve been wanting to hear since Namek, only to go and run away.”

Kakarot’s beauty in the moonlight overthrows Vegeta, killing what’s left of his common sense and inhibitions.

So, he turns around, grabs Kakarot by the collar, and molds their lips together, the stress of the rest of their lives gone with the wind and Vegeta’s heart mended- if only for tonight.

#dbz #dragon ball z #dbz vegeta #dbz goku #vegekaka #vegeta x goku #goku x vegeta #oneshot #oneshots #drabble #drabbles #dbz fanfiction #angst #fluff

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burnyourvillage1968 · 25 days

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Dragon Ball Z / Super

Fanfics:

Alice in Wonderland (Crackfic) (Porn with plot) (Dragon Ball x reader)

Shin's Stress Pillow (Oneshot) (Shin x reader)

Headcannons:

Cook!Reader 1

Cook!Reader 2

Incorrect quotes:

Garbage bin

Thoughts:

Little person problems

Cook!Reader

The misunderstanding

Fruit people

#dbz x reader #dragon ball x reader #dragon ball super #dragon ball z #dbz #masterlist #oneshot #fanfic #headcanon #dbz incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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blossombriefs · 1 month

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OMGGG, I love how you write Frieza's headcanons. I would find it funny if Cooler would give passive-aggressive comments towards Frieza just to annoy him, while King Cold would just look at us and sigh in resignation.

"If Frieza is with you it's for a reason… I guess"

If you don't mind, could you make headcanons of what that meeting would be like? I would love to read it 😭❤️

Thaw This Frozen Heart | A Frieza OneShot

Authors Note: Even better, I'll treat you to a short oneshot <3 Eat up Frieza stans, I know you're all craving content! Summary: The reader and Frieza are in a relationship and Frieza decides to introduce them to his father and brother. Content: SFW, Frieza a smidgen out of character, human reader dating a non human partner, gender neutral reader Word Count: 609 words

Deep in space, where the stars danced in the eternal silence of the galaxy, a spaceship peacefully glided through the cosmos. The same could not be said for their feared emperor, Lord Frieza. Sitting atop his throne in the control room, his mind was secretly racing at the thought of his meeting with his father, King Cold, and his brother, Cooler. You, his human partner, were by his side holding his arm to keep him at ease. You supported your partner through everything, even though his decisions weren't exactly morally correct. There was no denying that you were full of unwavering loyalty.

"Are you nervous for this?" you gently ask him.

"What?! Me?!" Frieza exclaimed. He rolled his eyes and sank his face into his palm. "Maybe... yes..."

Your ship approached the formidable fortress of King Cold and Cooler. You couldn't help but feel a sweep of nerves. Meeting your partner's family was no small matter and that's without considering their ruthless reputation and lust for power in the universe. Once you had landed, the doors of the fortress parted and revealed a grand chamber that was adorned with beautiful icy sculptures and glimmering crystal walls. At the far end of the room, King Cold sat upon his throne, his presence commanded your respect and fear, no matter who you were or what your relationship was. The tension hung thick in the frigid air as Frieza accompanied you towards his father. King Cold had his eyes fixed on you both, letting out a weary sigh, knowing all too well of the dynamic at play between his two sons.

"Frieza, my son." King Cold began his introduction with a hint of exasperation, drawing his attention to you next. "It's good to see you've found someone... unexpected... to have a courtship with."

You offered the king a polite smile while Frieza stood stiff beside you, bristling nervously at his father's tone. Entering the room with a very hearty chuckle was Cooler, the master of passive-aggressive remarks towards his younger brother, as expected making rather joking comments at Frieza's expense, "Yes, unexpected is one way to put it. I must say, Frieza, your taste in companions has always been... unique. Maybe they just love a spoiled little brat."

"Oh come now, Cooler." Frieza snapped in response

Your partner shot his brother a withering glare, but Cooler merely smirked in response as he relished in his brother's discomfort. Raising his hand to the tension, King Cold spoke up, "Enough! Cooler, let us focus on the matter at hand."

You decided to try and lighten the mood, giggling and speaking up as a way of diffusing the harrowing situation between the two brothers, "I must admit, I never imagined finding myself in the company of such illustrious, powerful beings. It's certainly... unexpected... I must say."

The King let out a hearty chuckle at your play on his words, his lip twitched in amusement, while Cooler's cocky smirk softened to a begrudging smile. Even Frieza couldn't help but crack a small smile at your wit.

As the meeting progressed, Cooler couldn't help but make the occasional snide remark at his brother's expense, causing irritation from Frieza and a chuckle from yourself. It felt like a competition between the two. King Cold, meanwhile, watched the proceedings with a mixture of amusement and resignation, knowing that despite their differences, he hadn't seen his sons act this positively in such a long time, they were bound by blood.

With that, you were welcomed into the icy embrace of Frieza's family, ready to prove that your love for him was as unyielding as the frozen depths of space itself.

#dragon ball #dragon ball z #anime #fanfic #dbz #frieza #frieza x reader #frieza oneshot

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