#gohan x briefs!reader

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Peaceful Paradise Interrupted

Type: One Shot

Gohan x Reader, Reader is the adopted daughter of Vegeta and Bulma

Summary: Your peace wasn't often challenged, but when someone came to earth to challenge your father and/or Goku, you end up more annoyed being in the middle of it than fearful.

Your life had settled into a routine, though after most of your childhood and adolescence, you weren't complaining. The structure gave you a peace of mind, minus the occasional extraterrestrial being hell-bent on revenge against your father or challenging Goku.

Those spats, at this rate, lasted a day at the most, an hour at the least. You hardly ever knew of them until after the issues were resolved.

Safe to say you enjoyed your peace, you enjoyed your routine, you enjoyed everything your life had become. Minus this.

The barrel of some weird, foreign gun looking at you had become your new common view. The alien man who had broken into your home, looking for one of the several (like five) Saiyan life forms, only to find you lazing around in your pajamas while attempting to finish some paper due for some class you were beginning to hate.

You craned your neck to peer around at him, studying him as he spoke into whatever communicator his people used, before speaking up, more annoyed than anything, "You realize how stupid this is right?"

He blanched, taken aback by the calm demeanor in which you spoke. He barked some orders before turning his full attention towards you, "Excuse me?"

You shrugged, "This was dumb of you to do." Your legs were beginning to cramp up under you, and you were at least grateful you had worn longer pants, "Haven't you even heard of what happens to people who come to earth looking for a fight?"

He sneered, "They end up choosing life forms far beneath them, yes, little lady, I've heard the stories."

Rude. "I'm just saying - "

"You are not the one I'm after."

"I kind of figured," He narrowed his eyes at you, pressing the gun closer towards your face, "I can't imagine I did anything wrong enough to piss you off."

"Do you know of the Saiyans Vegeta and Kakarot?"

"Hard to not know them," Your voice was dry, and you knew that after the scolding your mother would unleash on you, she'd have some pride in how you were keeping your cool.

"My readings had indicated that they had been here, though upon arrival, I only found you. What is a weak, earthling like you doing around two of the most powerful beings on this planet?"

"Don't let them hear you say that, my father's ego is large enough already."

His eyebrow, or where you would assume an eyebrow would be, twitched, "Your- your father?"

You hummed, introducing yourself casually, before sending a sarcastic smile, "Vegeta's oldest."

"Your power levels are far too weak to be - "

"Adopted," You could feel the energy before anything else, the feeling of your hair standing up on end alerting you that your fiancé had gotten the emergency signal sent to his phone, "But, still."

You braced yourself, the door launching open with the sounds of splintered wood falling all around. Gohan was standing in the doorframe, hair still black, but eyes livid. You glanced at the shocked man before you, if Gohan didn't feel the need to power up than this guy was weak- what had he been hoping to do?

You watched as your fiancé smiled, something cold and dark, a look that was so foreign to see on him. It sent chills down even your spine, "Hi," The cheeriness was forced, "Honey you didn't tell me we had guests."

"Surprise visitors." You glanced sadly at the remnants of the front door as Gohan walked inside, you'd have to ask Goku to fix it again.

The energy coming off of your fiancé was beyond suffocating, and the blaster fell from where it had been pointed at you, trembling in the alien's hand.

"W- Who are you?"

"I should be the one asking you that considering you're in my house." Your fiancé's anger was getting harder to hide, the smile bordering bloodthirsty.

You flexed your hands from where they were bound, sighing, catching his attention, "Please don't destroy anymore of the house."

Gohan didn't look away from the man, who was frantically trying to contact some of his men. You assumed they had all scattered- and odds are some ended up coming across your father and Goku.

They might fare better than this man was about to.

"Of course," You blinked and he was across the room, grabbing the man by the front of his tunic, before lifting him up, the gun dropping to the floor.

"Let's take this outside, shall we?"

Just as quickly as he had gotten across the room, your fiancé had taken the offending man outside, the sounds of shouting growing muffled as they left your home.

You sighed to yourself, twisting further as you remembered the self-defense classes your mother made you take. It felt almost pointless at the time- who was stupid enough to do something to piss off your family? But as you managed to free your sore wrists, you were grateful.

By the time you moved on to untying your legs, Gohan strolled back in, not a hair out of place. He smiled at you, moving to crouch down in front of you, softly batting your hands away to undo the rest.

"Are you alright?"

He paused, laughing softly at the question.

"I should be asking you that," The rope fell, and he helped you stand, hands moving softly across you, feeling and searching for any indicators that he should go out and end that man.

"I'm alright," You smiled, "You got here just in time."

Gohan nodded, eyes falling shut, and he leaned down, forehead pressing against yours. You remained quiet, letting him process everything.

"I was so scared when you sent me that signal," He spoke quietly, eyebrows furrowing as if reliving the moment, "I wasn't sure what to expect. And dad and Vegeta were already dealing with their own stuff at the moment."

"He didn't hurt me," You reached forward, pulling your fiancé closer, allowing him to burrow into you as best he could, "I think he was more confused than anything to find a human here."

Gohan laughed, a wet sound from the back of his throat, "Right. Not the terrifying Saiyan legends he was expecting."

"Just a human college student who probably would have hit him with a frying pan had I been in the kitchen," You glanced at the dishes laying in the sink- had you been closer you definitely would have.

"I assume the others are taken care of?"

Gohan nodded, "Dad and Vegeta are on their way here - "

The sound of your name being shouted outside alerted you that more company had arrived, and the sounds of an engine being killed let you know your mother had arrived with them.

You watched as Goku made his way to the front entrance of your house, peering down curiously at the broken door, hand rubbing the back of his head, "Aw man, I feel like I just fixed - "

He was interrupted by your father barging by, snarling an, "Out of the way Kakarot", before he made his way inside. You saw your mother trailing close behind, eyes wide and worried, hand clutched to her chest. Goku had enough smarts to step out of the way, moving to stand where you saw your brother and Goten in the yard, the later of the two poking the unconscious assailant with a stick.

"Oh, my baby! Are you hurt?" Gohan stepped back, hands up in defense as you shot him a glare.

Your mothers arms wrapped around you tightly, your ribs wincing at the strength of her hold, "I'm fine mom, he didn't do - "

"And this is why I still think you and Gohan should have taken one of the homes near us!" She huffed as she let you go, arms resting on your shoulders as she glared at you, no malice behind her eyes, "My security would have ensured that that man never even looked at you - "

"She moves back in and Gohan can go home with Kakarot, everyone's happy," Your father snarked, arms crossed over his chest.

"Vegeta," Your mother turned to glare at him, arms never leaving their place around you, jerking you forward with her.

"To be fair dad he was the one who got here first," You rolled your eyes as your father pointedly ignored this remark.

"Still - with the damages done I think it's best if you two come stay at home for now!"

"Mom, it's literally just the front door - "

"Perfect!" She squeezed you tighter- a warning not to argue.

You glanced helplessly at your fiancé, who only shrugged in response. The man who more than likely stopped himself from killing moments ago, fell powerless in the face of your overprotective mother.

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Lost Part Six | Vegeta x Reader |

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

author's note: we're getting very close to the end, y'all! thank you so much for your support and patience 🩷

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: canon typical violence, does not follow canon timeline of events

"Don't expect to see this ship again soon, if ever." You murmur while carefully holding baby Trunks as Bulma unhooks various computers from the ship.

She falters in her movements for a brief moment. "What are you planning on doing?"

"Finding my son."

"That much I figured." Bulma rolls her eyes and glances over her shoulder. "You're not coming back?"

"I will for the Androids; I've already promised as much to Goku."

"You don't…" The tired mother resumes her work, doing her best to stay on task before Vegeta shows up. "I wasn't asking you to leave."

"I know that. But it's best for everyone involved if I do, don't you think?"

"No, I don't."

"Why's that? Without me, you have your perfect little family." You look down at little Trunks, who is nearly fast asleep as he rests his little head on your chest. No doubt he finds your arms to be like a warm blanket, all thanks to your Saiyan trait of running like a furnace in August, and you can't help but think to yourself just how cute he is. "Vegeta can't find V without my help, so he won't be able to kill him. I've trained and powered up in ways I never imagined, much less my son's wildest dreams. I can conquer him myself, I know it."

"And what about Goku and his family, and all they've done for you?"

"I will never be able to repay what they've done for me. And they do deserve better, but time is of the essence and all I can promise is to ensure that Gohan will not be doomed to that future your son warned you of. In four years, I will return and make sure of it."

Bulma's quiet for a moment, and it isn't until the ship is about ready that she speaks again. "Thank you. And… I'm sorry for all you've lost."

"The only thing I have still is my hope that my son isn't on that list. I love my husband and I want nothing more than to have him and be the family we dreamed of being so long ago. But my time with Vegeta… It's passed." Tears sting in your eyes, and you turn away from the woman that's being handed the fruit of your dreams on a silver platter, though you still hold her son carefully. "He's not been very good to you, I know. But Vegeta can and will be a good father and husband for your family. He was for mine, in our short time as one."

"You don't have to do this." Bulma says softly.

"I do. Perhaps the karma of my race's sins is falling on me and my family." You sigh to yourself and hand away the sleepy baby to his mother's loving arms, noting to yourself that your husband has quite the habit of making the most adorable babies. "Saiyans… We are proud, and perhaps we shouldn't be. The things Vegeta and I did…" You shake your head. "We are truly hellbound, Bulma. And maybe with you… Vegeta can avoid that fate. You're a good woman, and the people here are good. Vegeta needs that, and my son needs me."

"Just bring him here." Bulma's eyes are sad, much to your surprise. She's truly a wonderful woman. "That way everyone can win."

"To do that would be to doom him to death and seal Vegeta's fate in hell. V's my baby, and he's waiting for me at our old training grounds, I'm sure. I need to go now; Vegeta won't be down much longer."

"... Alright." Bulma sighs and after a quick summary of how to fly the ship, she steps aside and slips a pair of headphones over Trunks' gentle little ears to protect them from the loud noises of the ship. "So… Why do you think he's at the old training grounds?"

"It's where he always wanted to be. He's a true, full-blooded Saiyan, after all. We couldn't train on the planet we made our new life on, and he was always so happy when we made the journey to one of the planets King Vegeta decided to keep for the royal family's benefit. That same planet was my husband's favorite as well."

If only my boys could meet… They'd be so close.

You adjust your white gloves, pulling them tightly onto your hands and flexing your fingers a bit. Your son will never see the power that resides beneath these palms coming, and the thought does put a bit of a smirk on your face. He may think he's powerful, but his mother surely isn't one to fool with. Turning to Bulma, you give a quick two-fingered salute before closing the hatch to the ship and settling into the captain's chair for takeoff.

With an oddly calm and quiet mind, you start up the ship and aim for the stars, the image of Vegeta's smile dancing behind your lids as you relax back into your chair. He used to smile all the time, and since finding him again, you're not sure if you've seen him smile once. Will he ever smile again? you wonder as you widen the gap between your hearts.

I hope you're ready, V. Mama's coming home with a helluva chip on her shoulder.

Panic and fear flood Vegeta's mind as his eyes open up. His skull burns with a particular throb at his temple, and his back isn't faring much better as it aches with a scorching pain that climbs his spine during the dizzy scramble to his feet. What in the hell did you do?! Why?

"That woman…" He seethes and falls to his knees as his head swims. You got him good, that's for sure. He's certainly concussed and he curses lowly as he buries his face in his hands to will the nausea away.

He damn sure meant it when he said he wasn't going to let go, and despite your best effort to sway him, you will. Not. Win.

A special scent catches his nose, and it's only now that he realizes you've left your replenished lady's favor in his palm. A smirk raises his lips as your natural smell eases away his nausea and pain, which you surely must not have intended. His victory is short-lived, however, and a snarl forms as he grits his teeth with a low growl. How dare you do this to him? To yourself??

Careful not to burn your favor, Vegeta bursts through the roof of the cabin in his powerful Super Saiyan form and rushes back to Capsule Corps with a scream so raw it destroys his throat and so loud it could likely break the barrier of space and time. You've gone and fucking done it now, and the next time he sees you (and he will see you again) he may not even hesitate to get his lick back and deliver a concussion of your own.

"I will find you, woman, and you better be fucking ready to dodge!"

His landing is rough, and his stomach turns as he touches down. If Bulma let you go, so help him he'll burst into a frenzy and her poor lab won't make it out alright—

Bulma.

There's no doubt in his mind— she's the one that revealed the Androids to you. You'd been living with Kakarot and his family for months and miraculously had no knowledge at all, and after the heiress of the Brief family fortune felt slighted she had to have told you everything! What a petty, vindictive, sore loser of a—

You did threaten to kill her.

His taste in women could not possibly be worse.

Pushing through his concussed fog, Vegeta stumbles into the house loudly and isn't exactly surprised to be met with his second son's mother holding a gun at him. A small part of his heart finds the humor in it, remembering her story of shooting at Kakarot fondly. In another lifetime and universe entirely, she'd be perfect for him.

But any world you exist in destroys the possibility.

"If you shoot me, all it's gonna do is wake the baby." Vegeta slurs, vision hazy as his body fails to fully recover from your assault. The number you did on his back is just as powerful as the crack you knocked against his skull, rendering him unable to even stand to his full height as he crashes against a wall.

"You bullshitting around will wake him too." Bulma hisses and drops the gun to her side, hurrying to kneel beside Vegeta as he slides to the floor.

"Being heavily concussed is not bullshitting." Vegeta slaps his palm to his face, your old handkerchief willing the sick-to-his-stomach feeling away once again— it does not, however, dissuade his rage. "Where's my wife?"

Bulma can't help the sting and the sinking feeling in her stomach; Vegeta had obviously made his choice, and though she knew the chances of really being chosen and wanted were incredibly slim… it's still painful to hear after all she's gone through with him.

"She's gone." Bulma mumbles as she examines the forming bruise on his temple.

Vegeta's eye twitches as his blood boils, the vein at his forehead bulging at her words. She let you go and he's lost you again.

I cannot accept this.

"Get me a ship." The prince seethes, trembling as he does his best to detain his wrath and desire for vengeance. Bulma's intentions were surely selfish, but reasonable all the same. He's a bad, horrible man that's only brought havoc among those around him, and so he might as well just keep on with the destruction until he's satisfied. "Now."

"You can't even stand, much less travel through space." Bulma hisses and pushes her knuckle harshly to his bruise, her point proven as his eyes cross and the room spins. "And she did this for a reason. The mother in me can't just let you fuck that up for her."

"What, like you're friends now?" Vegeta buries his nose into the handkerchief yet again, closing his eyes to still the world around him. "I find that incredibly hard to believe."

"She knocked you out cold to get the hell outta dodge, and you think I'm lying?" Bulma picks up her pistol from the carpet and tucks it into her waistband, the cool metal chilling her heated skin. "I'd never call us friends in this lifetime. But I do respect her, that's for sure. Maybe you should try that out?"

"How dare you." Vegeta huffs into your handkerchief. "You told her about the Androids, didn't you?"

"Damn right I did! Trunks came back to us for a reason, Vegeta! Do you wanna die to those bastards?" Bulma's eyes are fierce, her conviction planting her feet firmly to the floor and her fists curl tightly at her sides as she remembers the pain in her son's voice when he gave his terrible warning. "And don't try and feed me any bullshit that we'll win and it's nothing to worry about— YOU ALL FUCKING DIED!"

Even in his slurry, wrathful state he can see the worry behind the rage: the tears in her eyes are more than a dead giveaway. Ever since his son traveled back to deliver his warning, she's been fretful and more than a little clingy. She truly has such little faith in Vegeta and the others? Do they train for nothing in her eyes?

"I have survived more dangerous things than a couple of robots. We've been warned sufficiently, and by the time they're a threat to us we'll have three Super Saiyans."

"You had three Super Saiyans then too. Take this seriously, Vegeta! I can't beg you enough, I can't make you understand!" Bulma's thin frame trembles in the midst of her duress and her cheeks are flushed a bright red. It's now that Vegeta realizes the weight she's lost as she rubs at her temples, her cropped tank top pulling up slightly— her ribs are more visible than they once were.

Vegeta's jaw sets tightly. "I understand the situation, Bulma. But understand this: the boy will have very little if he doesn't have his mother."

Bulma falters for a moment, cutting her eyes to him with slightly parted lips; Vegeta never calls her by her name. He's still crumpled to the floor and the old lady's favor is pressed closely to his cheek— she can only assume it's some odd Saiyan thing. And for the first time out of several nights together, she truly gets the sense that they are parents and having adult discussions as them.

How terribly cruel is her fate of loving a man that's never been hers and never will be.

"That would only happen if I died, Vegeta."

"Dying on a battlefield isn't the only way to do so. You'll worry and stress yourself to the grave like this— I trust you to be a good mother. Trust me to be a father. I've already promised to amend my mistakes, haven't I?"

"Forgive me for not knowing if I can trust that." Bulma snaps at him, face reddened again at his lecture. Is he telling her how to be a parent?? The audacity of a man! "The thing about trust is that it has to be earned, y'know."

Vegeta gnashes his teeth together and looks away, the guilt of his past actions hitting like a shotgun blast to the chest as it bites his ass in this dreary long run. "What do you want me to do then??"

"Try being a dad, like you were before all of this happened? If you don't want to be with me-" Her breath hitches just a bit in her throat, but she still perseveres, proving to be braver than almost anybody Vegeta's ever known. "Then don't. I-I love you, but… It's not what I need the most. It's not what Trunks needs for a healthy childhood. To even have a childhood at all, he needs you around. Please, Vegeta… Please don't abandon him." She closes her eyes and turns her head in a failed attempt to hide the tears that fall, a shudder taking her entire body in very lightly chaotic loosening of her emotional lid. An heiress to the most fruitful fortune on Earth has never been more in need of a break.

With a deep inhale, Vegeta pushes himself up from the floor and, with the grace of mercy winning against his throbbing concussion, he pulls his son's mother into a close embrace. His hand at the back of her head, Vegeta tucks her face into the crook of his neck and closes his eyes at the feeling of her tears on his skin.

"To say I hold no love for you is a lie." His deep voice buzzes against the shell of her ear. "You cared for me when no one else has, and even at my most selfish I didn't take it for granted. You are special, Bulma. I will return to raise my son— Nothing in this galaxy will stop me."

She may end up the fool again, but the conviction in Vegeta's words is far too believable for her to deny. He'll come back and protect Trunks' future, and young Gohan's too. He's not the cruel man he was when he first came to Earth— and he hasn't been that man for a long time now.

"Now…" Vegeta murmurs into her ear. "Get me a ship."

The planet's as quiet as it's ever been, and it's unsettling. Only in his wildest dreams could he imagine the way his people trained here, getting stronger and preparing themselves for any battle or hostile takeover they launched. The Saiyans would surely have ruled the galaxy, had they been given the time to build a true dynasty. It would have been magnificent.

But instead, he lives his life in this desolate place, with no purpose or even another person that understands him in sight. His father's been long gone and his mother…

Is a complicated problem of his.

V's jaw ticks as his anger swells him into Super Saiyan yet again. His whole life has been a lie— it only took you well over ten years to admit it. And he gets the strange feeling that it was all due to an accident, and that you'd have never willingly let the truth come to light.

V's just come home from a training binge, and from the moment he touched down in his ship, the energy was… off. He sprints home, a tickle of fear and adrenaline rushing his heart as he nears the house he grew up in. Bursting through the door, the sound of your cries hits his sharply-tuned ears and his arms feel light and cold now as he fears the worst.

"Mom!" Your dutiful son follows the noise to your bedroom, dropping beside you hastily as he realizes your position on the floor. Clutching your heart, you're curled into yourself with tears streaming along your cheeks. He's never seen you cry before. "What's wrong?! Are you hurt?!"

"He's dead." Your voice is hoarse, a barely-there whisper as you tremble like a leaf.

"Who?" V gathers you carefully in his arms, holding you gently as you did him when he was a young boy. He's grown up quite a lot, gotten stronger and taller and he'll kill anyone that's hurt his mother like this. You're all he has to cherish.

"Vegeta." Your eyes are near-glassy, and surely you're delusional now. V himself isn't dead, and the only other person you could possibly be this sick over is…

His father, Vegeta the Fourth, that's been dead for almost twenty years now.

"What do you mean?" V mumbles. "My father died a long time ago."

"No…" Your nails dig into the flesh of your breast, your poor heart cracking and pulling apart as your blood sears your veins and pumps a horrible migraine that throbs at your temples worse than any concussion you've ever had.

There's no other possible answer: your soul itself is dying, and it's not entirely unfeasible that Vegeta didn't die. He was always a rebel type, so who was to say that he hadn't ignored the regrouping order sent out? Hell, you certainly ignored it yourself when you were informed by your father-in-law, the King himself, to come back home with his grandson to meet with King Cold.

"Mom, be serious now!" V frowns; you're out of your mind. "We need to get you to a doctor."

"He's dead, he's dead, he's dead…" Your broken voice chants and stars flood your vision as the image of your husband, particularly from the last day you saw him, settles at the forefront of your mind. This pain is a far cry from anything you've ever felt— the broken bones, bruises and even giving birth could never compare.

V lays you on your bed, covering you with your favorite blanket that's got a strange, orange and black striped animal printed on it. "I'm gonna get some help, okay? Stay here, Momma." His icy veins throb with panic as he scrambles to someone that can help— you've never been sick before, and until now he didn't even think mothers could be sick.

Your homey little planet is small, and you've never socialized all that much with your neighbors. Enough to be friendly and have an occasional dinner together, but never enough for you to let V have a sleepover or even some sort of field trip without you being close by. He doesn't know if this is typical of Saiyan mothers or if you're just different, but either way it's biting him in the ass now as he struggles to think of anyone who—

Your energy fades further and he's got no choice but to go knocking at every door he can until someone cares enough to hear him out. And it's the odd old lady a few houses down that answers his call, and he must have quite the look on his face for her to look so shocked.

"Vegeta, dear, what's wrong?"

"My mom- I-I don't- I think she's dying!" Tears fill V's dark eyes and without much preamble, he's scooping the old woman into his arms and flying back home as fast as he possibly can, his force unintentionally though uncaringly shattering the windows of all the neighbors that didn't open up to help him.

Dizzy, the elderly neighbor holds her head once V sets her down by your bedside. You clutch your heart still, crying and repeating yourself as if you've gone mad; and maybe you have, at this point.

"My father died when I was young, but she keeps saying he's just died." V explains as he takes your hand and prays to any deity that will listen to his plea.

"Hmm." She examines the mating scar on your neck, but it's more than enough to tell her what she needs to know. "You're Saiyans, yes?"

"We are." V mumbles. "How did you know?"

"I knew since the day your Momma brought you here." She murmurs to him. "You're a unique set of people."

"Well, do you know what's wrong with her??"

Her face is too grim for V's comfort. "She's telling the truth: her mate has died."

"Vegeta…" You whimper, a fresh slew of tears cascading your cheeks.

"That doesn't make any sense! He died years ago, when I was little!"

"She's dying of a broken heart. This behavior is like most species that can bond. You see how she holds her heart, hear how delirious she is? This is the risk of bonding, boy, and why many cultures outlawed the practice."

"So I have to let her die?! There's no way to save her?!"

"There isn't."

And then you recovered a few hours later, and just kept on lying and denying it all. Dad's alive. Mom's a liar. Or is Dad alive? He must be after all, if you're still breathing. And he knows you are; he reckons he would've felt something inside of him snap if he'd killed you all those months ago. A mother and son duo so close could never not feel such a tragic separation.

"I don't want to kill you, Mother." V mutters darkly as he stares a hole into the ground. "I just want the truth."

The hairs on the back of your neck stand as you approach your son's stomping grounds. It's been years since you last set foot here and all you hope for now is that you'll be able to leave it after this fight, with your son in tow and thoroughly reminded of his place.

Once you're out of the ship's hatch and your boots crunch on the hardened, reddish-brown clay surface, you're automatically searching for V's energy. Even with your zenkai boosts and the mastered Super Saiyan form in your back pocket, the sheer power he carries is still intimidating. You're not sure if you ever truly believed your son would be so naturally strong, even though you certainly hoped he could be. Your boy is likely what Frieza was so afraid of when he ruined your home planet to mere bits.

But despite his power, yours is nothing to scoff at. Rage motivates a Saiyan like crazy and lord only knows how pissed off you are now. You haven't struggled this much and come this far even with everything that stacked against you to die at the hands of your own son. He will not win as long as you have a say in things.

It takes but a moment to locate his energy, which is pinpointed right at the center of the field you two used to run miles and miles on during training. You always beat him in tests of speed, whereas his strength overtook yours gradually as he grew up into the incredibly strong young man he is now.

As you approach, the feeling of his energy increases. He's certainly been training on his own time, as always, and he's managed to make good progress all on his own. Watching your son take your techniques and guidance and morph it into his own power and tools made you a proud Saiyan as much as a proud mother; he's inherited Vegeta's battle prowess and your creativity and blended it into a Saiyan that would've been a legend among the rest.

They took everything from us, but instead he chooses to harm me.

"Have you come to tell the truth?"

V lands before you, tall and intimidating with eyes that are cold and guarded, when they once looked at you with love and trust that was endless. You've lost your only baby and this is what remains— your heart feels the weight of your desperation to beg him to just stop this madness.

But your rage swiftly nips that in the bud.

"It's all I've ever told you, V. I don't know what kind of fantasy you'd rather me spin, but I never told you stories as a child and I don't intend to pick up the habit now."

V shakes his head slowly, taking a slow, deep inhale through his nose before looking at you once more. "Maybe if you'd told me stories, I'd trust you right now."

Okay, ow.

"I found your father."

It's not a sentence V was prepared for you to say, obviously judged by the way his eyes widen and his fists lose their tight curl. "Really?"

And there's that boy I raised.

"I sure did. And he's none too happy to hear what you've done."

And then the incredulous look is lost, hardened up into something terrible and violent once again. "And I notice you came here alone. So either you're lying again, or Father isn't the guy you said he was."

"Vegeta certainly wanted to join me, make zero mistakes about that, child." You cross your arms and stare unflinchingly at V: you refuse to be afraid of something you made with all your love and hope. "But he wanted to kill you and I said not a chance in hell to that."

"He'd kill his only son, just like that?"

"V, baby…" You sigh to yourself. Do you break the news to him? Do you anger his uneasy heart more, ruin the visage of Vegeta you've painted for him throughout his life?

"I would've welcomed him to try." V sneers, taking a step closer to you and forcing you to tilt your head back even more to still see his face.

"It's in our blood to fight, but family is off the table for us, Prince." You remind him firmly of your positions, as the Royal Family that still lives beyond the bounds of the lost planet your husband's name originated from. "We aren't low-class Saiyans with no tact or notion of civility. I taught you this many years ago."

"Hard to tell what's true and what's not when it comes from you."

"And what reason would I have had to lie to you? You've never given me much of an answer on this."

"You'd have to tell me! I know you hid things but you won't just come out and say why! You almost died because my Father did!"

"Oh, not this again!" You turn away, perhaps foolishly taking your eyes off of your well-presumed opponent. "I don't know what happened that day, V. I truly believed in my heart that your father died when our planet was lost. It wasn't until I saw him with my own eyes that I realized that wasn't the case. What do you want me to say? I'm sorry? Because I definitely am. I'm sorry you grew up the way you did. I'm sorry your father wasn't in your life. If I knew there was even the slightest chance he was alive, I would've found him for your sake before even my own. But I didn't know he was alive. I can't change that, and I can't tell you anything other than this and call it the truth because this is the truth."

"No! You knew that day he was dead for real, and then brushed it off like what happened was normal! You felt it in your soul and almost died too. You can't tell me half of a truth and think it's acceptable! I'm not an idiot, and I'm done letting you treat me like one!"

A snarl curls at your lips. Here he goes again with this song and dance, insistent you knew something you didn't and taking the word of a delirious woman before taking the one of a very sane and present one. "And I'm tired of having this same conversation with you. Mind your mother, boy."

"My mother died four years ago, the day my father did." V's fist reels back and you're quick at the ready, meeting his force with your own and a shockwave ripping through the air and disturbing the ground beneath you.

V's quick for another punch, this time aimed at your stomach and it's almost too easy for you to block it and dive your elbow down on his arm, forcing him towards his knees long enough to take a solid jab of your knee to his face. He's unphased by the pain of the bloody nose, however, as a result of your training being so thorough. Pain alone can't stop him.

His superior strength proves itself as he grabs your ankle and flings you away as if you're a gnat buzzing around his face, your back making a crackling contact with the post of one of the training ground's obstacle courses, the solid tree trunk knocking the wind out of you upon impact. And just as you taught him, V capitalizes on his advantage and presses forward with a gut punch that lands this time.

Base form isn't enough to beat him, something you already knew. Powering up into Super Saiyan isn't new to your clashes with V, but now with its optimization he has far less opportunity to take you out, now that you've negged the energy drain. Your son can use Super Saiyan himself, but without a room of space and time, there's no possible way he could've mastered it entirely like you have.

Your golden glow that reflects off of his face reminds you briefly of the very first time you ascended to the legend. Your broken heart caused such a response, and you still feel it break further as you're forced to use such a power on the boy you birthed. He cannot see reason on his own or by words alone, and if being beaten into submission is the only way, then so be it.

He will know his place.

The stars are familiar as Vegeta presses the ship as fast as it can go, Bulma's words ringing out in the quietness of his mind.

"She said something about the old training grounds. The one you liked the most. Apparently the kid likes it too."

His heart jumps when the reddened clay of the planet comes into view. There's no mistaking it— this is where you are, and just as importantly, where his long lost son is. Despite his infractions and how he's lost his damn mind, Vegeta can hardly contain the bubbling feeling inside of him at the prospect of reuniting with the boy he lost the chance to raise. His heir is so close, for the first time in twenty years.

Hopefully you've got the situation handled— Vegeta's trip started a few hours after yours, thanks to the lack of senzu beans at Bulma's and Korin being a stingy thing. But he knows these stars well, knows the way to a home that doesn't exist anymore and his gift of navigation doesn't fail in an abyss so vast.

From the moment he breaks into the planet's atmosphere, he feels it. Your familiar energy amped up by Super Saiyan and another, incredibly strong energy keeping up a good pace. That's his boy, so strong and powerful? You've trained him so well, made him exactly what he was destined to be had Planet Vegeta lived on. And perhaps that's the root of V's downfall— he has all the training and yet none of the experience.

But he's aiming to kill, and you're not. And such is your downfall.

The hackles of your tail rise, and so does your son's. It's enough to warrant a pause in your battle, one that's gone on for so long you've lost track of time. Stamina was never a question though, never something meant to be an obstacle for Saiyan elites and it certainly isn't proving to be one now.

"Who the hell is that?" V mutters to himself as your heart battles between soaring and shrouding.

"Vegeta." You swallow thickly and feel a trickle of ice in your veins. How is he here, and—

Bulma. That pain in the ass!

Vegeta's out of the ship as soon as he can be, flying out and locating you both with ease.

"Father?" V's face briefly loses its rage and in what's left, you see the boy you raised. The one who could only dream of knowing his father, the one that would ask for stories of Prince Vegeta IV.

"That's right, son." Vegeta's eyes water. His boy, his son has grown into exactly how he'd envisioned; a spitting image of himself, and bitterly he realizes how much taller V is. How unfair for his son to take on his grandfather's genes, whereas Vegeta himself took after his own mother…

V's brief glimmer of starstruck doesn't last. His hands glow, gathering energy once more. "This doesn't concern you; my whole life never has." His growl loses a bit of punch as an unavoidable tear glides down his cheek. To finally meet his father…

"On the contrary," Vegeta quickly powers into Super Saiyan, quietly hoping it'll give him enough power to subdue his firstborn. "V, I think it's way past time I be a parent. Starting right now. Stand down and mind yourself, boy."

"Who are you to threaten me?!" V's temper flares again, this time sending a beam of deadly light at Vegeta. Vegeta's eyes narrow, brow creasing angrily at the attack, and with a flash he's dodged it and has V by the collar of his uniform.

"Your father. Me and your mother, mostly her, brought you into this world, and where your mother has her maternal instincts not to kill you…" Vegeta leans in closer to his son's face. "I will take you out of this world without another thought if you threaten my wife. One. More. Time."

"You don't have enough hatred." V spits out and knocks Vegeta's hand aside.

Anger flares up in your husband's eyes and his blood boils. Oh, the nerve of this child! He's as cocky as… Vegeta himself. He was always going to be this way. And Vegeta likely would've been proud, had your lives gone in the direction he planned.

"I've got a spare son to raise, so try me all you want, boy!" Vegeta releases V's shirt, backing up and crossing his arms over.

And that, right there, is the moment V's heart truly broke.

"You've got another kid??"

"He does." You mutter darkly, eyeing Vegeta with the eyes of a mother bear, daring him to lay a finger on your precious cub. "And he should've stayed on Earth with that child."

"I'll be back for Trunks, make no mistake. But if you think you'll cast me aside again, woman, you're wrong." Vegeta turns to you and is in your face now, angry and attractive and it burns you hotter than any sun to see him here and destroying the sacrifice you made.

"I left you behind for good reason." You hiss at him, mirroring his Super Saiyan glow. "You will not lay a hand on him."

Vegeta tips his fingers up beneath your chin, his lips a hair's breadth away. "If he minds himself, then you've got a deal, Princess."

"You should be training for the Androids."

"How about I will when you do?"

"Vegeta-"

"This running away thing is done. You will return to Earth with me, as my wife, and if the boy can carry himself as the man he should be, he'll be right there with us." Vegeta's fingers carefully grasp yours, holding your hand tightly as he turns to look at his son, satisfied as your hand curls with his.

"What will it be, boy?"

V's chest heaves and your aching heart cries to comfort him. His first experience that'll he remember of his father, and the asshole has shoved in his face he's got another son! You'd forgotten how cruel Vegeta's temper could be.

"Vegeta." You hiss sharply. "Do you really think this is how you should approach-"

A monstrous, angry roar deafens you and your husband. V's power swells and the glow of Super Saiyan bathes him, your entire little family now officially ascended to the legend. Hatred burns in V's eyes now, more prevalent and angry than ever as his increased speed gives him the chance to blindside you and Vegeta with a heavy tackle that makes your head rush.

Blinding light from his palms force you to cross your wrists over your face to shield your eyes, but its sudden disappearance sends your heart into freefall.

Opening your eyes reveals your husband and son in a brawl, their near-identical faces portraying a common ideal.

Fight to kill.

#vegeta x you #vegeta x reader #vegeta imagine #vegeta #dbz imagine #x reader #reader insert #fic #lost

[carnal-lnstinct]

Back At The Garden

Pairing: Goku x Reader Warning: M / 18+. MINORS DNI. explicit language. referenced alcohol drinking Content: established relationship. implied reader is gohan & goten's mom. fluff. outdoor quickie. public sex. A/N: Getting back to my writing roots. ♥ The lack of ss4 smut I've written so far this year is disGUSTING.

Gathering at the Home of the Briefs gradually became rare over the years. With Trunks now running Capsule Corporation, Bulma had more free time for her tinkering, but how she managed to round you all up for a lunch date was a miracle in these peaceful times. Android 18 and Marron, Launch, The Ox Princess, Videl, and yourself. It was Mrs. Brief's idea to make it a garden party for all the girls and it turned out far more elegant and grandiose in presentation than expected, so when you all arrived you felt a little underdressed for the occasion. Bulma apologized for her mother "overdoing it" for a simple lunch, but it did not deter you all from catching up with each other. In fact, it felt in character for a Brief-hosted party.

While you all sat and reminisced on old times, your eyes caught sight of the gazebo roof beyond a few tall hedges of the maze. It's been even longer since you have seen that old thing and even from here it seemed Mrs. Brief kept it in good shape. Your thoughts drowned out the conversation as you stared in its direction, recollecting the last time you were underneath the gazebo. A smile teased the corner of your lips until you could no longer hold it back. You felt warmed in the comfort of your memories.

A gentle hand on your forearm interrupts, shaking the memory loose from your mind and you turn to look at the blonde android. "(Y/n), did you see something?" 18 asks you, her uninflected voice masking the concern for your displaced attention. You quickly recompose from the steamy daydream and answer her with a soft laugh.

"No, I was just remembering something from a long time ago." You reassured, lifting your cup to your lips for a sip of your drink only to find the other’s eyes on your now when you lowered it. Clearly you couldn't just drop that tease of information on the table and not explain it. You scanned over all of their faces and they seemed frozen in their position waiting for you to continue, all chatting ceased. The warmth in your chest soon found your face, taking a bigger sip from your cup to stall but they weren’t going to let it go. You swallowed, then bit your lip preparing your word, hoping to explain it less naughty than what it really was. 

"Me and Goku were…here once." You quickly say with your gaze fixed on your drink, voice under your breath as you raise the cup to your lips again. You were met with a collection of light "oh's" and "aww's" that was easier to face than what you expected. No shock, just soft nods and suggestive smiles and giggles. Looking across everyone again it appeared your confession brought a handful of them to a familiar, similar memory, and at least once did every female at the table glance in the gazebo’s direction. You were the only surprised one.

 Seems you were all young once.

"Vegeta and I used to go there on occasion, but that was before Bulla learned how to fly." Bulma casually laid out, earning a wide-eyed gape from you. But she only seems to laugh warmly in the embrace of her memory. You couldn't imagine that being Vegeta's idea. But your visit to the gazebo wasn’t exactly Goku’s either and he may have enjoyed it more than you. You felt a little less ashamed, as did the others around when yet another confession joins the discussion.

"Since we're being honest. Gohan and I were here once." Videl adds with a deep shade of pink in her cheeks and thumbing her teacup. "...Twice." Her smile widens giving into the memory but is short-lived as she is playfully elbowed by Blonde Launch surprising her. The rowdy woman let out a hefty, proud laugh at Videl. She flattened her hands on the table with devious eyes ready to spill her guiltless tale.

"A lady doesn't kiss 'nd tell, but I ain't afraid to say me and Raditz made a habit outta coming here every party." Launch proudly admits, then gives you a knowing look as she leaned over to you. "Well except that one time." She snickers, now giving you a nudge. "I blamed it on his tacky outfit so he would storm off and I'd meet him here, but it was ocupado." She cackled, swiping up her glass and gesturing to Mrs. Brief as if to make a toast. "You got somethin' real special in this old scrap, Nana Panchy."

"Hmph. I don't have anything so indecent to add about this place." Android 18 declares, taking a drink from her cup in order to mask the shade of red in her cheeks. A confession told in so few words, but not details to be shared in the presence of her daughter. Strange as you know she, more than anyone, was never shy to express the love between her and her husband. But the line had to be drawn somewhere, you guessed.

“I bet Krillin would spill the beans.” Launch adds with a wiggle of her brows as 18 sharply turns her way.

“Don’t you dare!”

Well, you always told yourself to expect the unexpected at a Brief Party.

Now you felt some acceptance in opening up about your drunken encounter and the chat it sparked. However, it felt a little less special now if everyone was casually going about hooking up in the gazebo. You began to wonder if that moment itself even was anymore. Different from your other rumps with your husband for sure, but the facts surfacing from the core of it was you were a drunk mess at the time while he was only trying to look out for you before you groped and begged him to take you in the garden. Was it as sudden and romantic as you remembered or were just sloppy?

Not to fall short on the changing topics by getting lost in your own head again, you pushed the thought away. Continuing to enjoy the company of your old friends until it completely disappeared from your train of thought. At least until your ride showed up.

Goku and Pan’s arrival signaled that it was about time to return to the norm of your daily lives. Most of the others bid their farewells with hope of doing this again sometime soon. You and Videl stuck around longer to help clean up a little while Goku and Pan waited, quickly occupying themselves by catching up with Bulma and her parents, though it was a short interaction once they learned Vegeta and Bulla were out and Trunks was just plain busy. They returned to you as you wrapped up your little tasks and you broke away from cleaning to meet them halfway with a cheeky, little grin as you looked at Goku.

“Hey, Do you remember when we were here a long time ago?” You started to ask him, wiping your hands off. “When I had too much to drink and-...” You quickly glanced at Pan and you sealed your lips, your smile briefly leaving you. You made a gesture with your eyes to Goku. These two were like glue, but Goku knew how to dismiss her when “grown-up talk” came into play. He placed his hand on her head to get her attention and smiled at her.

"Hey, Pan. Didn't you say you wanted to go ask your mom for some boy advice?" Goku brought up, exposing his prior chat with his granddaughter about how she “scared off” another boy. Not entirely meant to embarrass her, but that she could go find Videl now that they were in the same place. Though, the mortified look Pan gave him says otherwise. Even if it was to send her off, you were intrigued by the news. Playing along, your face showed your interest as you leaned down to her with a knowing grin.

"Pan, you have a crush on a boy?" You asked her with an awed smile, the preteen flustering as she turned away.

"N-No! It's not like that!" She attempted to defend herself, feeling only further exposed and rattled to even think of delving further into something like that with her grandparents. She wiggles free of Goku’s hand and quickly ran shouting back with a wave of her hand. “I-I’ll go find my mom!”

You straightened up with an adoring laugh, Goku moving to stand beside you as you both watched her round the corner into Bulma’s home. Your endearing smiles for her meet and Goku tilts his head now looking at you.

“What’s this about you drinking too much? Guess you girls had more fun than you let on.” He jested, leaning his elbow on your shoulder. Rolling your eyes with a more crooked smile, you shook your head.

“I was referring to a different time. When I ‘smooth-talked’ ya out of your pants. Remember?” To help jog his memory, you pointed to the roof of the gazebo peaking above the hedges, his eyes wandering over in the direction. Goku’s face thoughtfully scrunched with his head tilting opposite of you now and his other hand on his chin. 

“...Oh, yeah. I remember now! When you made me wear those tight clothes.” He couldn’t quite forget enduring that outfit, or any clothes that made him uncomfortable. But that one did benefit him more than the others. And in your defense, it probably would have fit him better when you originally bought it, long before the universe decided he needed a stronger body to fight off the next big enemy of the Earth. 

You shrugged at his clothing comment and leaned in toward him, speaking low for his ears. “Apparently, we’re not the only ones who have ‘been there’ if you know what I mean.” You revealed to him. “It's practically a regular thing around here. We were prudes compared to what I’ve learned today.” You snickered, nudging him slightly.

“Really? That's what you talk about a ladies-only brunch?” Goku blinks with a guileless stare, thick brow arching. He knew his friends were adventurous but he didn’t expect to learn that today. He starts to laugh with you. He’s not one for gossip but he wouldn’t turn down a juicy detail or two. “Guess we aren’t the only ones with crazy ideas.”

Good to know others thought the same to try it out too, he figures. Obviously smutty-natured things don’t cross his mind too often without some outside stimulus, but even if it was inappropriate to have sex in a place like that, he recalls it being wild and fun when you two were there. Maybe some of the best he’s had with you the more he thinks about it. It was like a game of chicken at first, how quickly he could appease his wife’s needy request before it was too risky and you’d have to stop. But once you were going, he wanted to cum too. In spite of his surroundings and the instant rush in his chest when he thought you were caught, he could drown them out to fulfill the both of you. You had already inflated his interest in you with your drunken antics the whole night, trying to help him manage his awkwardness in his clothing until you helped to loosen them up. If not for Raditz, Goku believes he would have become afflicted with lust for you and the party would have ended without either of your presence. If your tipsy state could handle it, that is.

Realizing those around him also did it took away the modesty of it and made him see how casual being there like that really was, opening up the possibility that it can happen. Could it have really been so wrong if everyone was doing it?

A deviant leer flashes on Goku’s face as he steps around in front of you and lifts your hand into his own. “What do you say we even our odds a bit. Wanna go check out the garden with me again?” He suggests invitingly. 

You look up at him with a wide-eyed disbelief, then shake your head. “Goku, we can't do that here!”

“Why not, we’ve already done it once.” He continues to beam at you, brows suggestively lowered over his eyes.

“Once is more than enough. It was risky then, and it’s risky now.” You objected. Goku tilts his head down slightly as if to look at you through his lashes and pouts now donning a pleading expression.

“But I wanna…” He playfully whined, clasping your hand between his larger pair in a plea for your blessing. Mimicking you from that time.

There were so many reasons not to do it here this time, mostly everyone around would know somehow! Though you can make your peace with that now knowing what you know, the sun was still out completely exposing the garden, and you haven’t exactly been throwing back cocktails to loosen you up like before. And what if Pan came back looking for him?! You would never forgive yourself if she found her grandparents like that. There were just too many big reasons not to.

“We will get caught.” You insisted, denying his begging and slipping your hand free. Putting a real pout on your husband’s face. “You want it so badly, then you’ll just have to wait until we get home.”

“That’s not as fun as here, we always do it at home…” Goku groaned, shoulders slumping in defeat. He knows it’s even less likely to happen at home if Pan decides to come too and Goten isn’t there to distract her. He loves his family, but sometimes he does just wants to spend time with you. “...I got an idea.” Goku then straightens up, raising his fists as he channeled his energy. He looks like he’s turning into a super saiyan when the golden aura visibly appears around him, but it increases and his body shines brighter for an instant making you shield your eyes.

Once your line of sight cleared you looked back to him, eyes widened again staring down a Super Saiyan 4.

“Like this, everyone will just think I'm training.” Goku’s proudly expressed with his low tone, hands on his hips and long tail swaying into a posed, upward curve behind him.

“You are…s-so sneaky.” You tried to reprimand his pushing, though your words were feeble leaving your lips when you couldn’t keep your eyes off his protruding chest. Your argument was quickly losing its ground. Your eyes wandered taking in this altered shape of the man you called your husband. How had his waist looked more trim with such large muscles tapering down from his upper body? He completely tore through his blue gi with his pants still intact to give him some modesty. Goku shot up a foot or two in height and everything was just bigger— Is everything bigger? You clasped your mouth at the thought masking the flush of color starting to fill your face. “...But wouldn’t Vegeta or Raditz read your energy and come running? Or the others?” Even last time you were barely able to fix yourselves before Raditz stumbled upon you and thanks to Launch, he wasn’t as unperceptive as you thought.

“No one’s gonna come.” He insisted, leaning forward to look you in the eye. His yellow eyes then thoughtfully rolled and his smirk grew more suggestive.  “Well…”

You let out an amused, but ungraceful squawk behind your hand in response and could feel your whole body react to that look on his face. A taste of that Cheeky Goku you only knew in private, and he’s using that dirty sense of humor you loved so much against you. Did he have to make himself so pretty to do it?

Then it hit you, why you even got so frisky over Goku in the first place years ago. Regardless of your composure and what dressed his body, he was the most beautiful creature in existence. Inside and out. To you, every curve and tuck of muscle he worked for embellished anything that adorned them and in fact stole the attention away from colors and fabrics. Even covered in fur, you could make out the detailed bulge of his build. These muscles would burst out of that old outfit like it was wet paper and the thought sent a light shudder past your lips. Shades of blue in his outfits always flattered him. But red? This red…is scrumptious.

 And to top it off, he’d still effortlessly make you laugh and smile by simply embracing who he needed to be in a given moment.

“You are making it hard to be a decent woman right now…” You softly griped, lowering your hand and looking up at him with seduced eyes. “Why not just use your technique to take us home?” Surely Goten was home so he could sense his energy and get you both there in no time.

“...Same reason we are here now.” Goku moves in closer to you, gathering your smaller hand into his own. “You gave me that look the entire time we were at the party. Made me blush.” He chuckled, bringing your hand to his lips and placing a kiss to your knuckles before pressing his nose to the skin, taking in the scent with closed eyes. “You didn't exactly make it easy to focus on anything but having you after that.”

“Even now?” 

His eyes reopen and lift toward you. The tip of his tail flicks and he gently smiles, “Always. Who am I to turn down my hun?”

A desirous look settled in your features, a shiver of breath leaves the light parting of your lips and seeing it made him want to steal it away. Victory flashed in his eyes.

Getting to the gazebo felt like a blur. Goku held your hand, he led you to the garden hedges and through the small maze, but once you found yourself in that same place you started it before and his ravenous kiss captured your mouth, your mind went blank and your lust took over. Ensnared by his wiles, your core pulsed in full surrender to him, the need coursing through your body. Goku wraps a single arm around your waist lifting you off your feet as you pull yourself into him, his lips parting from yours to trail your neck. Just as needy for the heat of your flesh, choosing to indulge in the scent of your natural aroma over the variety of flowers surrounding you. He carries you under the gazebo, enveloping you both in its shade from the midday sun.

It’s changed a bit since you were last here. There’s a backless bench here now that Goku makes use of. He sits down and your natural reaction is to sink into his lap with a leg on each side of him. His transformation definitely made you feel smaller than you were like this, it didn’t even compare to him being a normal super saiyan. Up close you could really take in all the accents of his form that drew out his more handsome features. Mostly the way his fur framed his chest and abs. Goku all settled in, however, wasted no time claiming your skin again with his hot lips and getting your clothes loose. With your hands getting familiar with the length of his hair and rounded shoulders, he buries his face in your cleavage after lifting your shirt over your breasts.

Your legs tightened at his sides when he exposes one of your nipples from your bra and draws it into his mouth. His other hand gives your ass a squeeze as he moves your hips further up his lap to brush you up against the tent in his pants. Your body ignited with pleasure, dry humping his lap in response and squirming in his hold. With a deep hum, his tail sways with delight, finding more skin gracing his palms as you worked yourself out of your lower dressings. Opening his pants was not as easy as you hoped, feeling around for the knot in his gi to discover it was made all the more tighter against the strain of his bulging muscles. But your determined fingers found a way, the sash and tattered remains of his top were cast to the floor once you got it loose. You feel an affection tug on your nipple that stills you, Goku pulling away from your breast to retrace his trail up your neck with nips from his fangs in some appreciation now that he was given some relief from what kept him bound from you. His actions were rougher now however, a sensual glow in his eyes as he claims your mouth again. Your tongues lapped one another between your lips rousing a moan from you.

There was no going back now, the moment made all the more real when he buried his freed cock inside you. Or, he tried to, the hitch in your breath stopping him. Everything was definitely bigger than what you’re used to, more than you expected at his peak arousal. Looks like you would have to adjust to another super saiyan form. The stretch of your walls makes you back off a little, settling on what extent of its girth you could handle for now. Goku’s eyes soften from his carnal leer, reigning his excitement in and letting you pace yourself. He meets your eyes and the lustful haze between you briefly lifts, the realization sinking in that you were here again, his cock between your legs and the two of you throwing away inhibitions for a quick fuck.

You bit your lip as you started to laugh quietly in deep affection for your husband, that with a clouded judgment, yet sober mind, you could trust him with your passions anywhere. Goku grins and joins your soft laughter holding you closer. He wasted no time kissing at your smile, reassuring the rush of nerves that must have hit you and embracing your devotion to share in revisiting a blissful moment between you.

It was enough to feel your hips rock more in his lap, all worked up from the excitement. With your hands embracing his face, cradling your foreheads together, the sweet sound of your moan creeping through your breath.

So he kissed you harder to help mask them from the unseen corners of the maze and you felt him twitch inside you. His tail curls in brushing over your thigh, soothing you with its motion and strangely turning you on more. You adjust your hips and widen your legs allowing you to finally fill yourself with his needy cock, feeding almost full strokes in and out of your weeping bloom. Goku then seizes control of your hips winding you up further, faster, and bouncing you in his lap. 

The deep sound in his chest left his throat and he closed his eyes. He allowed his willpower to slip a little more and let hips counter the motion he guided for you. It felt like his body was heating up against you and that he himself couldn’t fill enough of his hands with your body to take it away, his hold shifting between the dip in your lower back and pulling your hips into his thrusts. Giving up the grace of making love to you in order to fuck the cum out of both of you. Your succulent insides starting to tremble around him just made the heated aura around him worse, his breath shortening and the delicate hold on his own volume slipping.

Super Saiyan 4 made him feel tougher, but in this moment he felt more susceptible to his pleasures unlike ever before. Even if you’re found like this, he doesn’t think he could stop. He could cum in the nestle of your body and he would be stuck in this intoxicating rhythm to keep thrusting to maximize the ecstasy. Filled in the burning desire to push harder, keep going, and taste more.

Goku’s eyes glow again and his fangs press into the tender flesh of your shoulder, a possessive growl muffled in your skin as he held on. With his tail flicking, his thrusts grew rougher. His hands forced your pussy down his cock, stirring up your deeper parts in delicious, clumsy motions. He could feel it getting closer by the clench of your insides and sensuous pants near his ear.

You were breathless, sharp beats of pleasure consuming you. “G-Goku-...Goku!” You tried to alarm him, to beg him to slow down as you lost control of your voice. Your entire body writhe as you were pushed closer to your orgasm, legs locking around his waist once it peaked and your own wetness squirted around his cock. You threw your head back in a cry of ecstasy and pulled his arms for mercy, every stimulated nerve between your thighs pulsing at once and dying for relief from his thrusts. You clung and you pulled and squirmed. It was when your nails clawed through his fur and around his back, catching the area above his tail that it snapped him out of his trance with a loud groan. Your legs shook around him with shakey snaps of his hips. Liquid heat poured into you, warming the already soaked and numbing walls of your insides. 

You slumped, winded and deadweight in his arms leaning up against him, both you and Goku lost in the high and slowly letting the surroundings back into your love bubble. Goku pulls his teeth from your skin seeing the indent of his bites and quickly peels you from his chest to look you in your hooded eyes.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks with concern, glancing over the bite again apologetically. “Sorry about that...”

“Ah… I liked it...” You breathed, closing your eyes and huffing a quick laugh bringing your face back into his furry shoulder. “I dunno wha' that was... but do it again.” You uttered in your bliss, pussy still nursing his cock inside you with his cum spilling out into his own lap. 

Goku blinks at you, perking up at your words. “Like…now?”

Tempting. Very tempting. You didn't think it was possible for him to make you cum that hard. But that was not a subtle orgasm by any means. Someone, somewhere, heard that— Would come to find the source. You don’t even think you have the sense nor the strength to redress yourself after that. 

#My writing #goku x reader #son goku x reader #goku imagine #dbz imagine #dbz fics #nsft #lemon #*TWYSILY

[ao3feed-gochi]

Like the sinner I am:Yandere Dbs x female!Adopted!Reader

by Spookydarling

Zamasu had a sister who was a mortal as he was a sayian but they were never closed because of the fact Zamasu thought he was a sinner. She left to universe 7 as Bulma's new sister just so she can be safe. When Y/N is forced to meet a god,her safety is completely ruined as it becomes hell as it makes obsession happen everyone

Words: 1692, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dragon Ball

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Dyspo (Dragon Ball), Jiren (Dragon Ball), Beerus (Dragon Ball), Whis (Dragon Ball), Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Bulma Briefs, Son Goku (Dragon Ball), Son Gohan, Son Goten, Son Pan, Chi-Chi (Dragon Ball), Piccolo (Dragon Ball), Zamasu (Dragon Ball), Other Character Tags to Be Added, Zeno (Dragon Ball)

Relationships: Zamasu (Dragon Ball) & Reader, Piccolo (Dragon Ball)/Reader, Hit (Dragon Ball)/Reader, Chi-Chi/Son Goku (Dragon Ball), Son Goku (Dragon Ball)/Reader, Chi-Chi (Dragon Ball)/Reader, Bulma Briefs/Vegeta, Vegeta (Dragon Ball)/Reader, Bulma Briefs/Reader, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Son Goten & Reader, Son Gohan & Reader, Whis (Dragon Ball) & Reader, Beerus (Dragon Ball) & Reader, Dyspo (Dragon Ball)/Reader, Reader/Everyone, Reader & Everyone, Jiren (Dragon Ball)/Reader, son Pan & reader, Zeno (Dragon Ball) & Reader

Additional Tags: reader is female, Reader has a child, Yandere, Unhealthy Relationships, Obsession, Obsessive Behavior, Attempted Murder, Brutal Murder, Reader has self harmed, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Self Harm, Reader’s adopted, Adopted Children, Fights, Fist Fights

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46406599

#ao3feed #fanfic #dragonball #gochi

[actuallysaiyan]

Hello baby!!!! I loved the Vegeta headcanons you wrote about the reader struggling to take his cock! 🥵 They were so good! Like top tier content babe. I was wondering if I could get the same scenario with Goku, Gohan, and Trunks? 🥺 I love you so much! Keep feeding us with your wonderful content! ❤️

Word count: 1,968

Pairings: Son Goku x Reader, Son Gohan x Reader, Future Trunks Briefs x Reader and Bonus! Yamcha x Reader

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, praise, degradation, oral sex, squirting, slight rough sex

Goku doesn’t know everything about sex, but what he does know is that he loves the way you look when you struggle to take his cock in your mouth.

The way you drool and whimper while your other hand snakes into your panties, rubbing your clit to get off. That’s what really makes Goku turned on.

When you try to wrap your hand around his cock but it barely fits. You are always so in awe of Goku's gorgeous physique and godly stamina, but that cock is on a whole other level.

“Mmm, you look so good like this. You always know how to make me feel good,” Goku struggles with his words as you try to take all of him in your mouth.

He gets to the point where he can’t speak coherently and he’s just grunting your name over and over again. You choke on his fat cock when you try to deepthroat him as he shoots his load in your mouth.

Goku’s always praising you for taking his cock so well. “You know how to take care of me. I love it when you are able to go past your limits like this. I know I’ve trained you well to take my cock.”

“I can’t wait to feel your pussy around my cock.” Goku is quick to get you undressed and has two of his fingers shoved deep inside of you. Even his fingers are so damn thick inside of you.

“Shh, be a good girl.” Goku sometimes gets feral whenever he feels your tight cunt. He knows his cock is thick and he might not always know what to say to turn you on, but he knows how to get you so turned on.

The first thrust always stretches you. Whenever you whimper or yelp, Goku silences you with some kisses and words of praise. He gives you a moment to adjust, but it doesn’t take much for him to start slamming himself into you.

Lots of overstimulation with Goku. He doesn’t know his own limits most of the time and while he knows he’s completely wrecking you, he loves how good it sounds whenever you are babbling and moaning beneath him that you are sensitive and can’t take it anymore.

“But you’re doing so good taking my cock already. I know you can last a little longer with me. I love the way your pussy makes it so hard to not cum fast.”

Gohan knows he has a big cock and he uses this to his advantage. Nobody would ever suspect that Gohan, the sweetheart and the nerd, has a huge cock and he loves stretching out your pussy with it.

He absolutely loves it when you get down on your knees and you start to jerk him off. Watching your hands struggle to fully wrap around him turns him on so much. The sight of that alone is very erotic and makes it hard for Gohan not to thrust into your hand even harder.

When it comes to sucking his cock, you struggle to take it all. He’ll praise you and call you such sweet pet names, but you always drool and gag. He’s thick and he’s long. You wonder if Gohan was just blessed with the best genes possible.

“I fucking love the way you suck my cock, baby. You look amazing with your pretty little mouth wrapped around me.” Gohan’s words go straight to your aching pussy. You struggle to get all of him in your mouth, but you love the way he’s groaning and playing with your hair.

“You make it so hard not to cum right now. I wanna blow my load inside of you,” Gohan’s dirty talk gets very sexual and smutty whenever he gets close to cumming. It’s like he can’t think of something more dignified to say.

The way you look after he pulls his cock out of your mouth, it’s truly breathtaking. Your eyes are a little teary and your face is red with drool dripping off your chin. Gohan wishes he could take a picture of you right now.

“Good girl. Now get on the bed so I can show you a good time.” Gohan is sweet with his gestures and he’s going to kiss you soft and sensually to get you worked up.

“You’ve got such a good mouth, sweetie. You know how to suck cock so damn well.” Gohan’s words are turning you on even more so now. You can feel your nipples growing erect beneath your shirt as Gohan teases them through the thin fabric.

Once Gohan has you both naked and well stimulated, you feel him tease your wet hole with his cockhead. You whine every time it catches on your clit. You look up at Gohan with a hungry look in your eyes.

He bottoms out with the first thrust, making you cry out. He stretches you out every time and it always catches you off guard how fucking good it feels. Your walls flutter around him as you try to adjust yourself.

You cum so quickly and you squirt all over him and yourself. Gohan continues to piston into you, making your orgasm even more intense. You can feel your thighs tremble as you continue to gush all over the bed. “I love when you make a mess all over me.”

It’s no surprise that the son of Vegeta has a huge cock as well. Trunks wears that badge proudly and he will make you scream as he fucks you hard. He can be a little mean about his cock sometimes too.

“You better swallow all my cum when I give it to you.” Trunks says as he grabs your face. You’re on your knees, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Your mouth waters as you take his cock out of his jeans.

“Gorgeous little mouth,” Trunks mutters. “How is my cock going to fit in your mouth?” His tone is playful, but you know he may tease you if you choke. You part your lips and allow yourself to take all you can.

“I don’t know if you can handle my cock, babe. I think I might be too much for you,” Trunks teases you. The look of adoration in your eyes as you do your best to deepthroat him is proving to be a little too much.

Trunks pulls you off of his cock and throws you onto the bed. He’s ready to fuck you, and he doesn’t want to waste anymore time. He strips you quickly and a lot of your clothes end up in shreds.

“Will my cock even fit in your little pussy? Are you already this fucking wet for me? You’ve only just sucked me off, babe.” Trunks smirks when he feels how wet your cunt is. His two fingers stretch you out a little, leaving you with a passionate burn deep within you.

It doesn’t take long before your walls begin clamping down on his fingers. Trunks goads you on as you cum hard, making your pussy so wet. “That’s it babe. Cum for me!” Trunks looks at you with eyes clouded with lust.

Trunks flips you over on the bed and he positions you on your hands and knees. His hand comes down to push your face into the pillow and grips your hair. “You better be ready for me, babe. I’m going to fill you up with my cum!”

His hand guides his cock to your pussy and he teases you with the head as he rubs it between your slick folds. Every few seconds, the tip of his cock slips into your wet cunt. There’s a little resistance and Trunks is absolutely loving it.

“Fuck baby, you are so tight. I’m going to split you in two and you are going to fucking love it.” His words are driving you crazy. You can feel him start to slip his cock into you, and you groan as your walls stretch.

“I’m barely halfway into you and you're already squeezing around me like this,” Trunks says, giving you a slap on the ass. “You’ll make me cum quickly if you don’t relax your cunt,”

You whine as he continues slipping more of his length into you. You can feel your walls flutter with every inch. It’s intoxicating how he makes you feel. You can feel another orgasm building up quickly.

Trunks is always in control of the pace and he has you cumming hard. When he finally cums, it fills you up so much that it drips out of you. Your pussy is sore and leaking cum after he pulls out of you.

And cause you asked so kindly!!

Yamcha is anything but modest about his cock. It’s huge and it always stretches you out. You’ve been with him for so long and he can still make you gasp in pleasure with only the first thrust.

But he’s always so kind to you. Yamcha is so romantic and will literally treat you like a queen. In his eyes, you are the best at taking his cock. You always make him so hard and he always has praise for you.

“Baby, you suck my cock so good. I love watching your pretty mouth take me like this,” Yamcha groans as you struggle to take him into your mouth. You breathe through your nose as you bob your head up and down.

“I can’t wait to fuck you. I want to feel your wet little pussy around my hard cock. I love the way you squeeze me,” Yamcha praises as he begins pumping his hips in time with your pace. He’s gripping your hair and moaning as you continue to suck him off.

Whenever he gets close to cumming, he starts to get a little more rough with you. He’s always considerate, but he gets excited. You can feel his hips stutter as his hot cum hits the back of your throat and you choke on it a bit.

“Swallow it all, sweetheart. I know you can take all of my load, baby.” Yamcha caresses your cheek as he pulls his cock out of your mouth. His pupils are blown wide with adoration and lust. He loves the way you look right now, drool on your chin and your mascara all over your cheeks from crying.

He’s gentle with you when you both get on the bed and he’s undressing you. His fingers are soft and slow, making you feel so good. Your pussy is so wet, so Yamcha figures you are more than ready to take his big cock.

“Gonna fill you up. I’m gonna fuck a baby into you, and you will have my baby.” You moan as he uses the tip of his cock to tease you. The words alone are enough to make your pussy flutter, but when you feel the head of his cock slip into your hole, your eyes roll back into your head.

“So tight, baby. You’ll make me cum quick this way.” Yamcha mutters under his breath as he continues to push his cock into you. You gasp in pleasure as he stretches you out. He spreads your thighs to give you more room and you moan his name.

“Good girl, now let me fuck you until you are screaming my name.” Yamcha’s cocky nature makes him so good at dirty talk, but his romantic nature makes him sweet with his praise. You whine as he rocks his hips, slamming his cock into you with one full thrust.

“You feel so good, baby. Let me fill you up.” Yamcha starts at a brutal pace, which leaves you weak and spent. He makes you cum over and over again, and he’s true to his promise. He fills you up with his hot cum, making you sore and very satisfied.

#writing #reader requested #beneathstarryskies #goku #son goku #goku x you #goku x reader #goku x y/n #goku headcanons #goku smut #gohan #son gohan #gohan x you #gohan x reader #gohan x y/n #gohan smut #gohan headcanons #future trunks #trunks briefs #future trunks x you #future trunks x reader #future trunks x y/n #future trunks headcanons #future trunks smut #yamcha lemon #yamcha x you #yamcha x reader #yamato smut #yamcha #yamcha x y/n

[sansxfuckyou]

nostalgia

(a future trunks x reader christmas gift for my bro @degenerate-otaku sorry if it isnt the best i dont write x readers all the time and found this idea to be a good one and decided to run with it)

trunks had returned from the future a couple months ago, and the kid version of him had gotten over his small identity crisis, although he still found it weird to look at a future version of himself. you where only unsure of him slightly, of course you being a friend to vegeta, despite being a weak human, did do you good on getting information about the future trunks.

"tell me more about his future." you demanded of vegeta who only glanced your way for a second before continuing to walk down the street you caught him on.

"as if i would tell you woman." vegeta huffed as you slowly caught up to him, your shoes crunching in the snow.

"i have a name and you know it damn well vegeta." you said with a low murderous underside to your voice, the only thing that caused vegeta to flinch at the tone was its striking similarities to friezas and king colds.

"alright, Y/N, i can tell you a bit about his future." vegeta said giving in with no fight at all.

"good, now spill it." you ordered once more as vegeta came to a halt.

"his reality is in ruins, all of us are dead." vegeta explained, causing you to drop your harsh persona for only a second.

"thats all you have to tell me?" you asked almost cockily.

"the androids caused most of it, other than that, we dont very much else or why hes here." vegeta explained with a sigh.

"thank you for telling me more about your sons reality." you said.

"am i free to go?" vegeta asked somewhat agitated.

"yeah, your free to go, tell bulma your having a visitor for dinner tonight." you added on before taking a turn away from vegeta who lifted off before taking his leave.

mere hours had passed that felt like an eternity to you before it felt like an ideal time to drop by and make your existence known, bulma excited for her friend to drop by.

"probably shouldve worn something better than this, but oh well." you said as you looked at your simple outfit of loungewear before ringing the doorbell, the younger trunks answering the door and letting you in.

"hey Y/N, you here for food?" kid trunks asked as he led you to the living room hands behind his head.

"course i am." you answered with as you looked into the living room finding goku arguing with vegeta, gohan sitting on the ground reading a book, goten playing some video games and the future trunks sitting in the corner of the couch silently.

"hes been brooding in the corner for a while now, good luck getting him to talk." kid trunks said as he trotted over to goten to join his friend in gaming, you simply taking a seat next to the future trunks who tried to inch away, uncomfortable at the contact face tinted red from the embarrassment or was it the anxiety.

"whats your name?" you asked the demi saiyin, who stayed silent for a minute.

"trunks..." he answered with.

"nice name." you said as you tried to inch a little bit closer.

"thanks, whats your name?" trunks asked cautiously.

"oh, its Y/N." you told him.

"thats a good name, better than mine." trunks said as he inched further from you, face a slightly darker shade of red.

"is that a...?" you trailed off as your attention was caught by the holster he had on his back.

"my sword?" trunks asked as he removed it from the sheath with ease, the blade a good two feet long at bare minimum, an inch thick at its widest and razor sharp at the edges.

"yeah, that." you said as you ran a hand across the flat part of it.

"be careful, its sharp enough to cut through anything." trunks warned as he steadied his grip to make sure he didnt accidently hurt you with it.

"i'll be careful." you said as you inspected the steel blade. "can i hold it?" you asked.

"its hefty, but i guess so." trunks said as he instructed you on how to hold it properly before letting you hold it, the blade instantly dropping to the ground, mere inches from hitting it.

"no shit its heavy." you said as you tried to lift it to be at around eye level like how its constantly shown in tv.

"want to head outside so i can show you how to use it?" trunks offered.

"course i do, but its nearly time to eat." you said as you attempted to hand the blade back to trunks who thanked you for it before sliding it back into the sheath with ease as though it was light as a feather.

"foods on!" bulma shouted out to the living room everyone rushing over to the kitchen, only to find the greatest christmas platter fathomable, a little bit of everything for everyone.

"this is some good looking food." you said as you took a seat in front of the best part of the meal, trunks taking a seat beside you, the kid version taking the other side.

"dig in!" bulma exclaimed a shameless and voracious feeding frenzy enacting, you just barely getting anything on your plate.

"i should really work on my reflexes sometime..." you groaned as you took a bite of the cranberry jelly in the shape of a can, a few pieces of turkey and some salad.

"here, im assuming you like ham, judging by how close you sat to one of the three on the table." trunks said offering you a few slabs of the chunk on his plate.

"im good, i know that you probably have an appetite larger than mine anyways." you said.

"your choice." trunks said before tearing into the plate of various delicacies.

"on second thought, could i have a piece?" you asked, the intoxicating scent of the meat finally turning the tide.

"sure, nothing feels better than helping a pretty woman." trunks said sliding a slab of ham onto your plate, the sudden boldness catching you off guard.

"im not that pretty, just a little bit busty is all..." you muttered under your breath before taking a bite of the ham being sent to foodie heaven.

"good food?" trunks asked through a mouthful of salad.

"delectable." you answered with before taking a second bite.

"after dinner lets head outside so i can teach you some basic abilities if you want me to of course..." trunks said trailing off a bit at the end, catching how bold he was and shunning himself for it, face deep red.

"less talk, more food." you answered with before taking a chunk of the cranberry jelly.

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for all the readers who arent who this was made for, a reblog for my motivations life would be lovely

and for my friendo, i wish you a good day/night/morning/evening and hope you enjoyed

#christmas gift #dbz #x reader #trunks briefs #dbs #vegeta #kid trunks #son goku #son gohan #son goten #goten #gohan #goku #prince vegeta #bulma

[avis-writeshq]

Trunks Briefs x Reader

I have been sucked into the Dragon Ball Fandom... I have no regrets... (I don’t know much about it, so it’s a modern One-shot.)

 Anyway, enough of me jabbering. ON WITH THE ONE-SHOT!

Some things you might want to know:

(Y/N): Your Name

(N/N): Nick Name

(H/C): Hair Colour

(E/C): Eye Colour

(F/D): Favourite Drink

(F/S): Favourite Snack

(F/F): Favourite Food

***

I huffed as my mother scolded my twin brother and me. “Goten, (Y/N), you have to work hard and study so you can get a good job like Gohan! You can’t keep playing these games and running off to the mall!”

“Chi Chi, they’re sixteen! They have good grades anyway,” my dad attempted to calm my mother down, but that seemed to rile her up even more.

“Only sixteen? ONLY SIXTEEN?! It was your idea to teach how to defend themselves and it has all gotten into their heads!”

“Mama! We’re sixteen, which means we have to learn how to be independent and lean for ourselves! This also means that you have to learn how to trust us!” I argued. “We barely get to hang out with Trunks and Bulla! Would one day really impact our studies?”

My mother stopped for a moment before letting out a sigh. “I suppose you’re right...”

“Really? Thanks, Mum!” Goten grinned, getting onto his feet.

“Ah ah ah! You’re staying here, Goten! You have only been getting B’s and B+’s. You will be studying and then you get to go next time!”

“But mum!” My twin whines with a frown.

“No complaining! I’m going to call Bulma and-“

“Oh, I’m sure (Y/N) can go herself, Chi Chi!” My dad said, coming to the rescue. “If anyone tries to pick on her, she’ll know how to defend herself!”

“Yeah, mum! Listen to dad!”

“Fine! But only if you come home by 8:00!”

“Make it 8:30 and we have a deal.”

**

“Hiya Mrs. Briefs! Is Trunks home?” I asked cheerily when the door opened.

“(Y/N), how many times do I have to tell you? Call me Bulma! Anyway, to answer your question, Trunks is in the training room with Vegeta. All they ever do is train,” she rolled her eyes.

“Okay! Thanks Mrs Briefs!” I exclaimed cheekily.

When I opened the door of the training room, I saw Trunks and Vegeta (or Mr Briefs) attacking each other with punches and kicks.

“Hey, Trunks! Hi Mr Briefs!”

They both let out a yelp upon hearing my voice and missed their punches, falling to the floor. “(Y/N) how many times have I told you? DO NOT DISTURB US WHEN WE’RE TRAINING!” Vegeta yelled at me.

“Wow, somebody’s on their man period,” I mumbled under my breath.

“Hi (N/N)! I haven’t seen you in ages,” Trunks commented, getting up from the floor.

“I know right? Mum finally let me out of the house. Seriously, she could be a professional police officer with her eyes!” I rolled my (E/C) eyes with a snicker. “Anyway, I’m going to the mall to get a drink and for some snacks. Wanna come?”

“Totally! Can I dad? Can I?” The blue-eyed boy turned to his stone hard father.

“Mmm. Only if you land a punch on me!” He barked.

“Sure thing!” Trunks stretched his arms, but Vegeta smirked.

“Not you. Her,” he pointed a finger at me.

“Me?” I yelped. “What?! No way can I land a punch on you!”

“Guess you’re not going to mall then. Trunks! Stop slouching, now!”

The boy turned to me. “Come on, (N/N), please?”

I blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I didn’t want to admit it, but I had the biggest crush on Trunks. I knew he would never like me back, but him being my best friend was good enough.

I huff before nodding. “Alright, Vegeta, I’m gonna give you all I got!”

“That’s more like it!” He smirked and got ready.

I groaned inwardly and took a fighting stance.

“Three...” Trunks said slowly. “Two...”

  Before either of them could do anything, I swung my arm as hard as I could. Unfortunately, Vegeta managed to catch my fist a split second before it hit his face. I scowl before using my other hand to punch him. After multiple punch and kicks, I finally managed to just hit him on the cheek. He paused for a split second before throwing a punch at me to which I dodge.

I flew away from him to where Trunks was, breathing heavily.

“Ha!” I managed in between breaths. “I... finally... hit... you!”

“Hmm. I suppose Trunks could go with you,” he turned to Trunks, a permanent frown on his face. “Ask your mother when curfew is.”

**

“Oh, I see you finally managed to convince my husband to let Trunks out of the training room for once,” Bulma said with an eye roll.

“Yeah! It was awesome! (Y/N) threw the best punch at dad!” Trunks said, nodding at the end.

“Really? Well, you two have some fun!” She ushered us out the door. “Be home before nine!” And with that, she slammed the door behind us.

“Is it just me, or does your mother seem like she wants to get rid of us?” I asked with a small laugh at the end.

“That’s my mother for ya,” The violet-haired boy rolled his eyes.

**

Arriving at the mall, the first place we went to was the chic little cafe next to the book shop.

“Hi, can get one (F/D), please? Trunks, whaddya want?” I turned to him expectantly.

“Uh, just a caramel frappe I guess?” He offered me a small smile before whispering, “I’ll go find us a table.” He placed $10 on the table before leaving.

The cashier looked at us with a smirk. “How long have you been together?” She asked as she took the cash from the table.

“Oh, we’re not together. We’re just... close,” I hesitated. I didn’t want to be ‘close’. Closer to him, maybe, but not just friends. The cashier gave me a small smile before handing my receipt.

“Your order should be done shortly.”

I thanked her before going off to find Trunks. It shouldn’t have been that hard, what with his violet hair and his stunning cerulean eyes, it should have been as easy as finding a Fruit Loop in a Cheerio box. Oh, but it was very hard, especially because I found him surrounded by four girls that were basically wearing nothing. Okay, maybe they were wearing crop tops with ultra short shorts, but still.

“Oh, Trunks, you’re soooo funny,” a girl with dark red hair said while battering her eyes.

“I didn’t say anything,” he said, confused. He spotted me behind them and gave me a look that basically said ‘help me.’

I huffed before clearing my throat very loudly behind them. They turned to look at me with annoyance. “Yes,” the one with brown hair demanded. “We don’t have all day.”

“I was just going to politely ask you to move over and get your own table because this one is taken,” I looked at them with a fake smile plastered on my face.

“Yeah? And who said you can do anything about it?” Another girl with blonde hair asked.

“I just want to sit down with my best friend.”

“Oh, so you are single,” a girl with blue hair smirked. “Naughty naughty, lying to us.”

At that point, I was ready to destroy every single cell in their bodies. “I’m sorry, did I say best friend? Oops, I meant boyfriend.” I pushed them away from the table with a scowl.

They huffed before sauntering away. Trunks looked at me with an amused face. “Boyfriend, huh?”

I blushed. “Shut up. Did you really wanted them around, because you know they would be more than happy to come back.”

“One Caramel frappe and a (F/D)?” A waitress came over and placed our drinks on the table before leaving.

“Thanks,” I called after her before fidgeting with my straw.

“You know, if you wanted to date me, you could have just said so,” Trunks said with a slight smirk.

Obviously, this made me blush even more. “Sh-shut the hell up,” I covered my face in embarrassment. “So maybe I did have the biggest crush on you. That doesn’t mean you have to tease me about it!”

He let out a boisterous laugh. “So what do you say?” He leaned forward with a slight blush. “Wanna be my girlfriend?”

#dragonball z #dragonball super #dragon ball #dragon ball super #trucks briefs #bulla briefs #trucks #bulla #red velvet #goku #gohan #goten #trunks x reader #reader insert #anime #x reader #japanese #modern #flirting #fluff #SFW #cute

[ao3feed-vegebul]

by Jak_Dax

(The sequel I wasn't planning, but I had to do it after I saw the Broly movie! This story takes place during the Tournament of Power. I will update tags as the story goes along, because there's a lot of character and a lot of things happen.)

It's been two years since you and Freeza became a couple. It's been a roller coaster, but not more so than your first experience with him. But you start to fill as if you two are drifting apart. You want to make your relationship official and solid, but he only seems to be thinking about how he can kill Son Goku. And just to add to your worries, there's suddenly a tournament that will determine the existence of your Dragon Ball friends?

Yeah, you're gonna have to sit down for this one.

Words: 2181, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of Lágrima: Dragon Ball FighterZ X Reader Story

Fandoms: Dragon Ball

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Frieza (Dragon Ball), Son Goku (Dragon Ball), Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Bulma Briefs, Krillin (Dragon Ball), Android 18 (Dragon Ball), Android 17 (Dragon Ball), Tenshinhan (Dragon Ball), Son Gohan, Piccolo (Dragon Ball), Master Roshi (Dragon Ball), Beerus (Dragon Ball), Whis (Dragon Ball), Supreme Kai | Shin (Dragon Ball), Old Kai (Dragon Ball), Zeno (Dragon Ball), Future Zeno (Dragon Ball), Frost (Dragon Ball), Grand Priest (Dragon Ball), Sidra (Dragon Ball), Champa (Dragon Ball), Cabba (Dragon Ball), Hit (Dragon Ball), Jiren (Dragon Ball), Kuriza (Dragon Ball)

Relationships: Frieza (Dragon Ball)/Reader, Frieza (Dragon Ball)/You, Bulma Briefs/Vegeta, Android 18/Krillin (Dragon Ball), Chi-Chi/Son Goku (Dragon Ball)

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Sequel, Canon-Typical Violence, Sweat, Blood and Injury, Lack of Communication, Kissing, Forehead Kisses, Surprise Kissing, Rough Kissing, Hugs, Tails, Mild Sexual Content, Mild Language, Ki Use, Revenge, Mental Breakdown, Mental Anguish, Mental Link, Mother-Son Relationship, Interspecies Relationship(s), Interspecies Romance, Near Death Experiences, Foreshadowing, Reader-Insert, Female Reader

#fanfic #vegebul #dbz #vegeta #bulma briefs #ao3feed

[gokus-partner-and-lover]

Imagine...

…training with Piccolo, but things don’t exactly go as planned when you realize he’s being more rough than usual and decide to walk away.

Request: anon –  Could you write a Piccolo x reader with lots of fluff? Maybe even with a confession or a kiss? Oh, and for a scenario I was hoping a full saiyan female training with him.

Words: 1, 563 (Reposted from my old account.)

Loud explosions wafted over the Lookout, the sky lighting up with large balls of purple and blue energy and vibrating underneath their power, but still Popo and Dende sat inside the building without a care, used to the side effects of Piccolo and yours’ training. It has been more than five years since you’ve crash landed on Earth and met the Z-Fighters’ hostile greetings, but of course, you could not blame them. Having been dressed in a Saiyan Warrior’s official uniform, your tail tightly wound around your middle, it was only natural for others to fear you, given the fact that you were a superior race, but after your prince, Vegeta, recognized you as the Saiyan who was once banished for refusing to kill for work, most of them trusted you instantly.  Unfortunately, the namekian was one of the few who were skeptical about your intentions towards Earth, but after numerous “sparring sessions,�� he didn’t simply start to trust you – the two of you developed a routine of training together and even became friends.

“Too slow!” Piccolo bellowed as he sped across the heavens after you, “You’ve become sloppy!”

“Have not!” You merely laughed in return, dodging his attack with ease. And yet, something felt strange to you. Usually, for what felt like hours, the two of you subtly handed winning streaks to one another, pretending not to notice, but today, Piccolo threw his punches with everything he had – it worried you to the point where you finally had enough and stopped. With annoyance clear on your face, you hovered back down to the Lookout and begun to walk inside.

“Where are you going?” Piccolo asked as he landed behind you – it was clear that he was trying to sound calm, but the snap in his voice was obvious.

“Leaving.” You stated without waver, not stopping or so much as glancing his way, “You’re clearly in a bad mood and I’m not going to patronize you any longer.”

“But isn’t that what you’ve always done?”

Freezing in an instant, you turned back to the man and frowned in confusion, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I can sense things, Y/N.” He growled, crossed his arms, and turned away with an annoyed huff, just gazing up at the clouds without purpose, “So I know you’re holding back against me… and I can see things, too; for example, when I see you defeating Vegeta without so much as breaking a sweat, it is obvious!”

Realization instantly dropped in your stomach like a weight of guilt, your face growing pale while you were left to blink in disbelief. Two days ago – you could still recall how broken up Vegeta looked because of it – your prince challenged you, having had suspicions of your strength, and just like Piccolo had said, you won. You never even suspected Piccolo of all people to be standing nearby, watching you use a strength he never even knew you had. The only reason he begun to trust you in the first place was because he defeated you in battle, so he didn’t have to worry, but now he knew none of it was true.

“I can-“

“Explain?” He cut you off, “I don’t want that, Y/N, and quite honestly, I don’t need it. I know what you’re thinking,” he glanced your way over his shoulder, “and no, this doesn’t shatter the trust you’ve built with me over the last few years, but it does, however, make me think – why? I don’t see any reason why you would have wanted to fool me for this long.”

No denying it – you felt the urge to lie bubble up your throat like vomit. Lowering your gaze, your jaw clenching tightly, you glared down towards the white tiles at your feet in silence. Unfortunately, however, you knew there was no point to lie – you always sucked at lying – but you weren’t sure if that made the situation better or so much worse.

“At first, I pretended to be weaker than you so you would trust me.” You mumbled sincerely, your voice too low for any human to hear, but easy for the Namekian, “But then… after a while… it became habit. I read in an Earth book that men don’t like females defeating them or being more powerful. It makes them feel more masculine if they are stronger and like they can protect their ma- female, so I thought….”

“I don’t understand.” Piccolo stated obliviously, unwittingly forcing you to look back up at him in disbelief, “Why read Earth books if you ‘like’ someone instead of simply sparring normally? And… ‘their female?’ I feel more confused than before.”

All you could do was release an exasperated sigh, only then remembering how Namekians live – no romance, no female, no mates of any kind, and eggs. Of course he would not understand what you were trying to confess to him. “That’s not…” You grumbled under your breath, but quickly trailed off. How were you supposed to explain-?

‘Cruds.’

In an instant, the worst idea ever came to mind – yet, it was the only one you had. You completely forgot the fact that you were avoiding the truth earlier, suddenly driven to make him know the truth. And so, still a bit unsure about your own motives, you maneuvered yourself back in front of Piccolo, his confused eyes never leaving you, which didn’t exactly help your nerves. Taking a deep breath, you place your shaky hands on both sides of his neck, resting your palms on the purplish blue material of his GI, unable to resist noting the feeling of the strong muscles beneath.

“What are you doing?” He questioned, his frown deepening while his obliviousness continued.

“Explaining.” You stated, as blunt as ever, and felt his words somehow giving you more confidence for what you were about to do. After a few more moments of nauseating silence, you finally float from the ground and set your lips against Piccolo’s own. You merely placed your lips against his, your eyes falling shut, and you felt him flinch back at your seemingly odd actions, but still the warmth of the kiss made your heart smell. In the end, scared the organ would explode, you were forced to step back down and open your eyes, but alas, yet again, you were met with a face of annoyed dismay.

“How is that explaining? How is that anything?” He asked, but unlike what one would expect, you released a tired chuckle and dropped your head in defeat – why did you think that would work to show him your feelings?

“A kiss.” You sighed, your head still dangling wearily from your neck while your hands fell from Piccolo’s shoulders, “Just something dumb people do to show certain emotions.” Finally, you raise your head to send Picccolo a sheepish smile, but as soon as your eyes fell on glowing purple flesh and an expression that seemed nothing less than surprised, your face fell. As if almost startled out of your skin, you jumped back, your own blood rushing to your face in a murderous blush. “What the hell!?” You exclaim in horrified astonishment, “How is it that you know what a KISS is, but not everything else!?”

“Gohan…” Piccolo seemed to force out, still frozen by your bombshell of a confession, “I caught him and Videl and he felt the need to explain it to me. I didn’t realize you were doing the same- So then… you… that was why you…?”

You could only nod, however slow and brief. What was happening, you screamed inwardly.

“Ridiculous.” He stated suddenly, flatly, and looked away, his blush disappearing while your heart ripped from one simple word, but only a second later, a grin spread from one of your red cheeks to the other, “-those Earth books. How does faking weakness impress someone you have feelings for? It takes strength to impress another – strength like y-yours, even if you kept it h-hidden. Seems that way for me.”

As someone who just had your own innuendo go unseen, you easily recognized the deeper meaning behind his words, but still you couldn’t resist revenge. “I don’t understand.” You said, but being the terrible liar you are, the gentle smile you sent his way made the truth obvious, “What does my strength do for you?”

“Don’t make me say it!” He snapped in his usual, broody way, before he once again turned away – you’ve noticed a long time ago that he faces away from what makes him feel uncomfortable, but you didn’t care. The joy and relief that overflowed your mind, heart, and senses was all you needed. And so, unsurely, you stepped forward without a word and snuck your hands around his cape and around his waist, only burying your face into his strong back when he stiffened. “I won’t make you say it.” You promised and slowly felt him relax, as if your words allowed him to do so, “…but know that I’m overjoyed by those unsaid words.”

“Good.” You heard him grumble, the small smile in his voice unmistakable, despite him denying it later, “Now don’t ever go easy on me in a fight again.”

Again, all you could do was nod. After years of being exiled from your home planet, you could honestly say that this was the best day of your life.

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[cringe--is--dead]

formally asking for part two of misguided hearts, please!! it was an amazing read!! I'm so excited to see what will happen next :) your writing is absolutely phenomenal ❤️

A/N: We are gonna pretend it hasn't been for forever since I've not only posted on here, but done anything with DBZ. Anyways! Here we are!

The Blind (No Longer) Leading the Blind (Part Two)

Misguided Hearts (Part One)

"I still think you should let Gohan and I spar."

Trunks was on the same topic, pouting, though he'd argue he wasn't, as you fussed over your hair and your makeup, finally settling on an outfit with your mom's help. You sighed, turning to where he was seated on your bed.

"And I told you-- no fighting my friends."

"He made you upset though," He was looking at you as if you were the one who made no sense in this situation.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head fondly at him, "Gohan didn't upset me."

Though he didn't believe you, "I could stop being friends with Goten?"

You moved to sit across from him, watching as he held one of your pillows to his chest, glaring at your comforter.

"Trunks I appreciate you being ready to fight on behalf of me, but you don't need to. And you especially don't need to drop your best friend for me." You ruffled his hair, and laughed at the offended noise he made, trying to bat you away.

"Whatever. If you come home crying I'm gonna tell dad."

You narrowed your eyes at him, all affection leaving, "You wouldn't."

You hadn't even told your dad you were going on a double date. The man would more than likely have a conniption. The first time a guy showed interest in you he declared no mortal good enough for his daughter and declared anyone after your heart and your hand needed to beat him in a match. You had been thirteen. It was embarrassing. Yet part of you had reveled in his protectiveness of you.

"I would."

You heard your mom shouting your name downstairs, and the jitters that had mellowed out hit you full force. You stood, motioning for Trunks to do the same.

"No hanging out in my room when I'm not here, brat."

He stuck his tongue out at you, "I don't wanna be in your dumb room anyways."

He dodged the smack you sent towards his arm and left you alone. Taking a deep breath, you forced a light expression on your face. Delaying the inevitable wouldn't do you any good.

"You at least look lovely honey," Your mom comforted you, and you smiled at her.

"Thanks, mom."

You made your way to the door, grabbing a thin jacket in case it got nippy, and opened the door, unprepared to see Gohan, Videl, and Erasa at your front door.

You blinked for a moment, staring at the three of them-- Erasa was your date for the double date?

Interesting.

"Sorry," Gohan rushed to apologize, "Erasa insisted we all went together."

The blonde beamed at you from where she stood, and though you were dreading this interaction, you could never dread hanging out with Erasa, and her happiness was always contagious.

"It's alright," You smiled back, shutting the door behind you, "Let's just hurry before dad finishes with his morning training."

Gohan shuddered at that, and the four of you moved to head off. Erasa was practically bouncing as she walked, far more excited than she had been earlier this week. Videl was with her, moving every so often to keep her from drifting into the street or getting distracted by something near by. You couldn't help but smile at the pair, Videl was always so soft with her friends.

"So," Sucks that it meant Gohan had to be stuck walking with you instead of his date, but hey, you'd soak up the time, "My mom says hi. And that you need to come over for dinner soon."

"Well, I'll never pass up an opportunity for Chi-Chi's cooking," He smiled at that, a bright look on his face as you continued, "We still have that project due soon so I could come over some time this week?"

"Yeah! That'd be great. Sorry in advance for how mom will be." He paused, "And dad, come to think of it."

You quirked an eyebrow at him, "I've known your parents since I was a kid, Gohan. I know how they'll be."

"Yeah, but this will be different. Well not really, for us I suppose. But for them. Mainly mom." He sighed, as if already exhausted by the dinner that hadn't even happened yet, "And dad's just excited that that gives him more excuses to hang out with Vegeta."

"That it-- what?"

He laughed as if your confusion was not only expected but entertaining to him, "I know. I told him that just because we're seeing each other it doesn't mean he gets to go over and bug your dad every day. Not to mention I think it'll just be another reason for Vegeta to not like him. Or me."

Your mind was reeling, and you felt yourself slowing down your walk, trying to process and make sense of what he was talking about. Gohan seemed almost too lost in his mind to notice at first.

"I wonder if there's some Saiyan tradition he's going to make me partake in. Or-- hey, what's up?"

He turned, and you realized you had gone from slowing down to not walking entirely.

"Gohan-- what are you talking about?"

It was his turn to look confused. "Well I mean, dad doesn't know a whole lot about Saiyan traditions so he never really did anything special with mom. I figured Vegeta would probably remember more so if there was one he'd force me to do it. It probably has something to do with sparring, knowing him."

"Why would-- why would you need to know about Saiyan traditions regarding-- what does my dad have to do with this?"

By now both Videl and Erasa had turned to look at you two, confused as to why their trip was pausing. Gohan looked from you, to the pair of them. The cafe was within sight, so he told the pair to go ahead, and you two would catch up in a moment.

Head tilted, he looked at you curiously, "Because if I'm taking you out then he's either going to have my head or make me partake in some... Saiyan courting ritual I know nothing about." He grinned slightly, joking as he said, "I'd like to get a head start on it so I don't lose against him."

"Why would you need to fight my dad in a Saiyan courting ritual to date Videl?"

You were met with silence as Gohan stared at you, mouth parted slightly.

"What are you talking about?" Before you could respond he stepped closer to you, "I'm-- I'm not interested in Videl? I asked you on this date?"

"No you didn't!"

"I did!" The pair of you seemed to be growing almost frustrated with each other.

"When?"

"When we were working on the project in your room-- I told you about the double date and you said you wanted to come!"

"Yeah, you said you and Videl wanted me to come on a double date. Meaning you and Videl were one couple, and I was--"

"Oh my God," He muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes under his glasses before pausing, looking at you with the biggest puppy eyes you had ever seen on him, "I messed this up."

He stepped forward, gently taking one of your hands into his, and you found yourself unsure of what to do or say.

"I... was asking you out. I wanted to come here with you. Videl had managed to get herself to ask Erasa out, but was too nervous for a one-on-one first date. So the agreement was I had to man up and ask you out."

"You... didn't do that well."

He laughed quietly, "I'm realizing this now." He paused, "Does this mean that... your answers changes now that you--"

"No!" Your voice was louder than you intended it to be, "No, no I... God, Gohan I was practically heart broken that I thought you were into Videl. I love her, don't get me wrong but I've had the biggest crush on you since we were kids."

His grin grew, becoming soft and almost dopey looking, "That's funny. I've had a crush on you since we were kids, too."

You could have face palmed then and there, could have cried or screamed with the amount of emotions you were feeling. Apparently, despite taking after your genius of a mother, you were an idiot.

"Oh," You blinked, "That's why Trunks was mad at you."

"What?"

"I was..." Moping. "Upset cause I thought you liked Videl. He heard me complaining to mom and wanted to fight you."

"Oh," He looked contemplative, "That... checks out. I'm just glad he hadn't told your dad yet."

You giggled, "He said if I came home crying he would."

"Well," He took your hand in his more securely, tugging you gently towards the entrance of the cafe, "I suppose I just have to make this an excellent first date."

#dragon ball x reader #adopted reader #bulma and reader #dragon ball z x reader #gohan x reader #briefs!reader #gohan x briefs reader #gohan x briefs!reader #gohan x vegeta's daughter

[dreadsuitsamus]

Masterlist:Dragon Ball Edition

all of the banners in this post were created by the always lovely @actuallysaiyan!!! i love you bacon, and thank you again for creating these amazing banners for me 🩷🩷🩷

His Desire | Vegeta x Reader |

Distraction | Vegeta x Reader |

Clean | Vegeta x Reader |

Mate | Vegeta x Reader |

Fingers | Vegeta x Reader |

Summertime Sexiness | Vegeta x Reader x Bulma |

Waiting For Never | Vegeta x Reader |

Not Meant To Be | Vegeta x Reader |

Petty | Vegeta x Reader |

The Love You Gave | Vegeta x Reader |

Cherish | Vegeta x Reader |

Don't Understand | Vegeta x Reader |

For Fun | Vegeta x Reader |

Slow | Vegeta x Reader |

Will | Vegeta x Reader |

Vegeta Comfort After A Bad Day Headcanons

Vegeta Reunion Sex Headcanons

Vegeta Comfort After A Nightmare Headcanons

Caring For Sick Vegeta Headcanons

Giving Head To Saiyans Headcanons

Cuddling With Saiyans Headcanons

Mating Season Headcanons | Vegeta x Reader |

Prompt 1 SFW | Vegeta x Reader |

Prompt 58 NSFW | Vegeta x Reader |

Prompt 106 NSFW | Vegeta x Reader |

Prompt 21 & 113 NSFW | Vegeta x Reader |

Vegeta Blurb 1

Lost | Vegeta x Reader |

Lost Part One

Lost Part Two

Lost Part Three

Lost Part Four

Lost Part Five

Lost Part Six

Bone App the Teeth | Goku & Reader |

Melt | Goku x Reader |

Itty Bitty Tank Top | Goku x Reader |

Location | Goku x Reader |

Prompt 131 NSFW | Goku x Reader |

Napping With Goku Headcanons

Giving Head to Saiyans Headcanons

Cuddling With Saiyans Headcanons

Dating Goku Headcanons

Goku x Reader Blurb 1

Solace | Broly x Reader |

Dreams | Broly x Reader |

Cry On My Shoulder | Broly x Reader |

Prompt 52 SFW | Broly x Reader |

Broly x Shy!Reader Headcanons

Broly x Reader Fluff Headcanons

Cuddling With Saiyans Headcanons

Broly x Reader Blurb 1

Protect | Gohan x Reader |

Prompts 71 & 134 NSFW | Gohan x Reader |

Prompts 21 & 54 NSFW | Gohan x Reader |

Giving Head To Saiyans Headcanons

Cuddling With Saiyans Headcanons

Gohan x Reader Blurb 1

Brat | Bulma Briefs x Reader |

Take Five | Bulma Briefs x Reader |

Summertime Sexiness | Vegeta x Reader x Bulma |

Future Trunks Blurb 1

Swim Instructor Trunks Headcanons

Swim Instructor Trunks Ask

Cashier/Bagboy AU Headcanons

Android 17 x Reader Blurb 1

#masterlist

[carnal-lnstinct]

So I don't know if you're still doing requests but are you willing to do a RaditzxSaiyan!female reader one-shot? The plot being when Raditz first shows up on earth and goes to Kame house he meets a childhood friend/sweetheart who had made friends with his brother and stuck around on earth?

oooh i like that idea! what if instead of fluffy reunion they're just disappointed in each other and what they've become tho hmmmmm

I found myself trying to squeeze a lot into it and making a mess, but I didn't wanna scrap all of the parts I didn't get to explore in here sooooo, idk wouldn't mind a part 2 if this one goes over well. There's a love story of unresolved feelings in here somewhere ♥

Pairing: Raditz x Female Saiyan Reader ( Requested by @mothlings-blog ) Rating: E ( everyone ) Warning: ( canon divergent, canon-typical violence, mostly dialogue, childhood friends, referenced bullying )

Raditz stood over his fallen brother and with his quivering friends helplessly watching close by, the small boy recognized as his nephew held captive in his hand. As he wrapped up his blatant threat to take off with the child, his scouter alerted him of a new power level reading, one that was approaching rapidly behind him. Stronger than anything he's detected on the planet so far. Before he could fully turn to properly identify it, the force blew by him with a gust of sand and water kicked up near his face. It was only when he went spat and wiped away the debris that he realized that both his hands were now empty. Looking up with annoyance, he saw the figure standing before the struggling Kakarot with the crying child held protectively in an arm. It took only a second for his eyes to take in the full sight, recognize the saiyan tail and face, and another second for his brain to ring forth a name from long ago.

"You!" Raditz gaped with wide eyes. Completely surprised as his scouter read your energy. "You're...You're alive?!"

You stood tall like a defensive wall before Goku, Gohan trying to climb down to his father as you held him in your arms. You shushed him to get his attention through his tears, whispering something to calm him with a firm glare set on the larger saiyan before you. Gohan acknowledges your familiar, friendly voice and with a frightened glance at Raditz, he nods at your soft words.

You smirk, enlightened to the situation a little better from the little one's confession and Goku's added warnings behind you that this guy was trying to take Gohan away. Your eyes skim over his stature, noting the scouter worn on his face. "Thought that hair looked familiar." You finally speak out loud, your tail waving behind you with alert. "If it isn't Ol' Fuzzball. Came all this way to stir up trouble?"

"(Y/N), be careful!" Krillin cautioned you, finding Raditz's gaze shifts his way at the mention of your name and trying to stand his ground. "I-Is what he says true? Is he really Goku's brother?"

"He is." You answered, further solidifying the shock in the others and the wounded Goku. Just Kakarot's brother was an understatement, you knew Raditz before you gotten to know his little brother. There was a brief history, a story for another time perhaps. But it didn't make sense that he was here. You weren't aware anyone else survived the destruction of your home planet besides Kakarot, and even that was a one-in-a-million chance of finding him here on Earth. You were scavenging planets for a while after your assignment was completed, and with no home left to return to you simply wandered the stars continuing to pick off planets before finding yourself on Earth. Circumstances found you stranded here without a functioning ship or scouter, and like many others who took exception to Kakarot's unconventional method of forming bonds with people through battle, you ended up finding common ground with the son of Bardock and choosing to stay put.

It felt good to find something familiar to you after so long, a comfort found in allying with the sibling to an old friend before the world of saiyans was changed forever. Eventually becoming somewhat of an ally to the humans when persuaded to help.

It wasn't impossible that others may have escaped Planet Vegeta or simply were assigned off-world like yourself before it was suddenly destroyed as well. But the odds of Raditz of all people being the second saiyan you saw in years was strange in itself. You hadn't seen the man since you were kids back when Vegeta was still a thriving homeland for saiyans. Back before either of you knew what real battle was outside of stories told by the older warriors. You hadn't thought about that time in ages, a little nostalgic for those innocent days with the fuzzball and other saiyan children you grew up with up until you were all separated to fulfill your duties. You all knew it was coming, and yet from that time you still recall the vows you all made for yourselves as some way to strengthen your bonds by doing your best to remain true to them.

You never imagined a day would come to see Raditz live a life outside of the vow he took in wanting to take care of his mother with his assignments. That was important to him, you remember that.

Look at him now, the epitome of the saiyan warrior of your childhood stories. The sight of him like this felt like a taint on your good memories. She would never approve of him trying to kill off his brother and nephew.

"So it is you, (Y/n). Well, what reunion this has turned out to be. How in the hell is it both you and Kakarot are here on this planet of weaklings, and it isn't already a wasteland prepped to be sold by now?" Raditz sneered at you as you appeared to remain completely composed with Gohan hiding his face in your shoulder. There was a flick of the larger saiyans eyes between you and a sickening feeling ran through his chest. Siding with Kakarot, protecting the child, and giving him such a dirty look. It couldn't be that you and Kakarot were...together. Raditz tensed at the very idea. There was no way you would have settled with a weakling like his brother and spawned a wailing brat like that. But he had a tail just like any saiyan child born. "Don't tell me... That brat is actually your son?!"

You look down at Gohan and back up to him, flashing another smirk and seeing a visible twitch in his furrowed brows. Casually, you walked towards the Turtle Hermit and the others, prying Gohan from your shoulder and handing him off to Krillin for protection before turning back to Raditz. "Afraid not." You cleared up, the sound of that oddly relieving him. "Doesn't mean I'm gonna let you bully him, Fuzzball."

"-I've told you before not to call me that! I am a saiyan elite now, a great warrior among the forces of Prince Vegeta!" Raditz growled at you as you walked back towards Goku, a threatening step made towards you with a raised fist. "You will address me as such!"

So he wasn't alone. As you feared. No good, more saiyans showing up with the same intentions you once had wouldn't be easy to deal with, Let alone the Saiyan Prince. Of course he would have survived the Planet's destruction. How many more saiyans were out there? Other elites, possibly connected to that great and pompous destroyer Frieza? You needed to find out more to gauge the real threat here, but time was not on your side and a decisive move needed to be made. The longer that scouter was recording data, the worse this matter would become.

"As far as I'm concerned, titles like that don't mean shit around here." You shrugged, continuing to mask your anxiousness about this situation behind a composed mask and a smug grin. "Though I doubt a simple elite soldier like yourself came all this way to beat the hell out of Kakarot and steal your nephew. I don't know what you're offering, but it's obvious you couldn't seal the deal."

"What of it? You think you can protect this planet from the likes of me, too? You're no elite!" He approached you with his tail casually waving behind him, equally smug and more than happy to look down on you as he stood close. Gohan tensed into Krillin as well as the others behind him. "I've already got a read on your power level, and I'm not impressed." You stood your ground, using your learned ability to sense ki and feeling just how dense and strong his power level currently was. There was a time you weren't so far from each other in terms of raw power, but the lives you lived apart has changed that. Staring up into his eyes, you don't detect any subterfuge. If this is truly his full power, then you had enough of your own recent training to easily bridge that gap. You laugh up at him.

"So what if I do?" You narrow your eyes on him, holding out your free hand to him. "Do us all a favor, Raditz. Hand over your pretty little scouter. Then Leave." You laced your tone with menace. "Leave this planet and don't look back. Don't tell anyone what you found here and continue to live another day." You offered to him. Even if you felt you could take him and even win with Goku's help, you didn't want to have to kill him to keep Earth safe. The thought of it pools a bitter and heavy feeling in your stomach.

"...As a kindness to your mother's memory old friend, I'll give you this choice." You murmured up to him and see his eyes lift in surprise. "But if you continue to threaten us or come back with reinforcements, I won't promise it again. There is nothing here for you. Leave us be and forget you even found us." Perhaps something of your old friend was still left to reason with.

You can see in his change of expression your words tapped into something. To think that rough kid you use to be would take a passive route on a matter like this surprised him immensely. It made more sense to destroy the planet, Raditz can't help but wonder why you and Kakarot are so dead set on keeping it intact if it was worthless? Neither of you had even conquered it to hold some form of power over it. You just lived here, with its people? Something's up you're not telling him and quite frankly with his patience running thing, he doesn't care about it anymore now. And just who the hell are you to bring his mother into this? A poor tactic for his mercy, you don't know a damn thing about her to bring her into this and you don't know what awaits him if he does go back empty-handed, either. He had something to prove for his own sake. The fact of the matter was in his eyes, you don't know each other anymore. So what good were you if you chose to defy the saiyan way? How could you even call yourself a saiyan with such an approach to him?

How unfortunate someone he once admired with such potential turned out to be so useless to him. You were nothing more to him than that wretched brat who couldn't bother to call him by his name after all, only slightly better than those who called themselves a friend just to snipe at him for having a mother not fit for combat. Just another disappointment now. Your sentiment won't save you and it won't save him from Nappa and Vegeta. There was no other choice.

Your offer is ultimately met with a sinister chuckle and a venomous stare set in his eyes, a large hand suddenly placed on your head. "You've gone soft." Raditz mocks you, slightly tilting his head and placing a hand over his scouter as he looms over you. "Why don't you come and try to take it from me, weakling?" Your senses detected a rise of his power shooting up fast and suddenly all the air was knocked from your lungs with his fist against your ribs. You double over trying to recover quick enough to defend yourself, but his large hand lifts you high over his head to slam you down into the sand blowing it high as the force of the impact pushed you deep through the depths of the beach.

Raditz stood over your crater and turns his eyes once again on the humans and Gohan with his wicked smile. He slowly started to lift into the air folding his arms at his armored chest. They can keep the brat for now. "My offer still stands for you, little brother." He looks down upon the younger saiyan trying to climb his way to his feet. "Prove your loyalty to the saiyans and deal with the life forms on this planet as I specified. Or I kill your son first and then the rest of you pathetic wimps one by one, along with this worthless planet. You have one day! Make the smart choice." With a whip of his hair as he turned, he disappeared in a flash across the sky.

"What a monster-" Krillin whimpered, in his stupor Gohan finally managed to wiggle himself free making a sprint for his injured father. "What are we going to do?"

"He put down both Goku and (Y/n) so easily, what kind of creature has that much power and just toys with people?" Master Roshi looked into the sky where Raditz once stood, humming with disdain at the circumstances put before them. "The way he mentioned there being others just like him, I have a bad feeling about that more than what he plans to do. We can't afford to let him get away, he must be stopped by any means necessary."

"No!" You hissed and huffed, digging yourself up from the hole through the soreness in your ribs and shaking sand from your hair. He wasn't kidding about being an elite. He's far stronger than you anticipated. "We can't kill him." You insisted. Catching your breath, you eased back up onto your feet with a hand pressed against your gut. "An elite saiyan is still just another saiyan following the orders of someone higher up. Stronger. You kill him, and the others will come running to finish the job. His scouter will alert them."

"And if we don't get rid of him, we're dead! You heard him!" Krillin fearfully argued.

"What about you, (Y/n)?" Bulma interjected, stepping to you with a hand on her hips. "Don't think I didn't notice how casually you were talking to that guy, either. He outright threatens Goku, his own brother, but is shocked to find you here too almost hesitant to make a move against you until now! What's up with that, huh?" She points out, practically demanding an explanation. "What are you hiding, (Y/n)? Who is that guy to you?"

"-Mind your business, he wrapped me up in the same fate as you didn't he? As you can see, I don't mean anything to him." You frowned with a small snarl in your tone and flicked your tail in annoyance, turning away from her. "...It's Kakarot he's here for. Why he's so determined to recruit him, I don't know..." And you didn't like what it implied. Saiyans typically gathered when there was something a smaller group couldn't handle. It helped you to determine that Raditz's group may be just as lacking in numbers and thus the power to face that bigger force, but all their power alone was more than enough to demolish the Earth even with your help. Especially with Prince Vegeta among them.

Raditz seemed he didn't even care if you died along with it, and you are still far stronger than Goku. He called you soft, a weakling. Insulting you before sucker-punching you in the gut like some common bastard he did not know, no regard for your potential aid or your life. Perhaps it has been too long since those old days. You didn't allow yourself to linger on the emptiness that set in your chest with everything at hand, letting your contempt for his act fill it instead. Hardening your resolve from your history to the facts at hand.

Something else big had to be coming to be so desperate for help, but nothing about that problem was making any sense right now to dawdle. A plan was still needed to deal with Raditz without killing him. "We need the scouter." You informed, turning back to face the others with clenched fists. "If I can get it... We'll go from there on stopping him."

That fuzzball is not getting away with calling you soft.

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[ao3feed-gochi]

My little girl:Yandere Dbs x Emotion confused!Fem!Reader

by Spookydarling

Y/N was from universe 7's planet vegeta and was in hell until she met Hit. Y/N is 14 so hit became fatherly over her basically being her dad. When she's reunited with familiar people everything that she had peace is gone

Words: 489, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dragon Ball

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Tiencha (Dragon Ball), Son Goku (Dragon Ball), Son Gohan, Son Goten, Beerus (Dragon Ball), Whis (Dragon Ball), Chi-Chi (Dragon Ball), Hit (Dragon Ball), Yamcha (Dragon Ball), Mr. Reyes (Be More Chill), Frost (Dragon Ball), Piccolo (Dragon Ball), Bulma Briefs, Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Other Character Tags to Be Added

Relationships: No Romantic Relationship(s), Hit & Reader, Chi-Chi/Son Goku (Dragon Ball), Son Goku (Dragon Ball) & Reader, Vegeta (Dragon Ball) & Reader, Yamcha (Dragon Ball) & Reader, Whis (Dragon Ball) & Reader, Everyone & Reader, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Tiencha (Dragon Ball) & Reader, Beerus (Dragon Ball) & Reader, Son Gohan & Reader, Son Goten & Reader, Frost (Dragon Ball) & Reader, Piccolo (Dragon Ball) & Reader, Bulma (Dragon ball) & Reader

Additional Tags: Yandere, Found Family, Obsessive Behavior, Obsession, Unhealthy Relationships, Reader doesn’t understand emotions, Female Reader, POV Multiple, Attempted Murder, Brutal Murder, Reader’s family is dead, Hit adopted Reader sorta, reader is 15, How Do I Tag

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46406296

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[actuallysaiyan]

Vegata, Goku, Bardock, Trunks and Gohan hcs for nicknames they like to give/receive?

Pairings: Vegeta x Reader, Son Goku x Reader, Bardock x Reader, Trunks Briefs x Reader and Son Gohan x Reader Warning/content: slight smutty references, praise kink, degradation kink, pet names. A/N: In bold is what they like to be called.

“Come here, princess. I’ve got something for you,”

“I won’t tell you again, woman. You better listen.”

“Tch, such a vulgar woman...so wet for me already.”

“You are such a good girl, kitten. You take my cock so well.”

“Precious girl,”

“My prince, how can I help?”

“Mmm, my big strong man. So fucking sexy!”

“Love you, ‘Geta.”

“My sexy Saiyan,”

“Sweetheart,”

“Hiya sweetie! How are you doing?”

“Sweetheart, you look so amazing with my cock in your mouth,”

“You make me feel so good, angel.”

“Fuck yes, baby. Ride my cock!”

“Such a needy girl. I wonder what I can do to fix your problem.”

“Pretty little thing,”

“My gorgeous man, you are so wonderful.”

“Sweetheart, I really love it when you…”

“I love taking your cock, my big strong beast.”

“Fuck baby, you are so huge! You split me in half!”

“Sexiest Saiyan and strongest.”

“What a gorgeous woman, you make me so happy.”

“Gonna take my cock like a champ, aren’t you babygirl?”

“I love fucking your pussy, angel. You feel so amazing.”

“You are my sweet baby. Nobody will take you away from me,”

“Needy little girl, I’m gonna fuck you stupid.”

“Such a strong sexy man you are. My sexy Saiyan.”

“Daddy please!”

“You always know how to make me feel good, gorgeous.”

“You are my big strong man and I want nobody else to touch me.”

“You’re so thick, babe. You feel so good.”

“What’s up baby?”

“Such a good girl, taking my cock in your mouth like this.”

“Gorgeous. You are so damn beautiful. Such a perfect angel.”

“What a needy baby, what will I do with you?”

“Sweetie, I love you so much.”

“My baby doll, always so pretty.”

“Hiya gorgeous,”

“Such a thick cock, baby. So thick!”

“Fuck daddy, I’m gonna cum!”

“You are amazing, my big strong man.”

“Dollface, I adore you.”

“Hi darling, how are you?”

“Good little girl, listening to everything I’m saying.”

“You are beautiful, love. I wanna ravish you.”

“You look amazing with my cock in your mouth, sexy.”

“My love, you are mine forever.”

“Mmm, hi sexy. How are you?”

“How are you going to punish me, Mr. Gohan sir?”

“Fuck me harder baby!”

“Hi sexy nerd. Are you going to teach me a lesson?”

“Sweetheart, I love you.”

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[show-some-silver-loving]

Imagine...

…training with Piccolo, but things don’t exactly go as planned when you realize he’s being more rough than usual and decide to walk away.

Request: anon –  Could you write a Piccolo x reader with lots of fluff? Maybe even with a confession or a kiss? Oh, and for a scenario I was hoping a full saiyan female training with him.

Words: 1, 563 (Obviously, this got a lot longer than intended. 😅 For future reference to all, I only do drabbles -- I just got a bit carried away with this one, because, well... it is PICCOLO!)

Loud explosions wafted over the Lookout, the sky lighting up with large balls of purple and blue energy and vibrating underneath their power, but still Popo and Dende sat inside the building without a care, used to the side effects of Piccolo and yours’ training. It has been more than five years since you’ve crash landed on Earth and met the Z-Fighters’ hostile greetings, but of course, you could not blame them. Having been dressed in a Saiyan Warrior’s official uniform, your tail tightly wound around your middle, it was only natural for others to fear you, given the fact that you were a superior race, but after your prince, Vegeta, recognized you as the Saiyan who was once banished for refusing to kill for work, most of them trusted you instantly.  Unfortunately, the namekian was one of the few who were skeptical about your intentions towards Earth, but after numerous “sparring sessions,” he didn’t simply start to trust you – the two of you developed a routine of training together and even became friends.

“Too slow!” Piccolo bellowed as he sped across the heavens after you, “You’ve become sloppy!”

“Have not!” You merely laughed in return, dodging his attack with ease. And yet, something felt strange to you. Usually, for what felt like hours, the two of you subtly handed winning streaks to one another, pretending not to notice, but today, Piccolo threw his punches with everything he had – it worried you to the point where you finally had enough and stopped. With annoyance clear on your face, you hovered back down to the Lookout and begun to walk inside.

“Where are you going?” Piccolo asked as he landed behind you – it was clear that he was trying to sound calm, but the snap in his voice was obvious.

“Leaving.” You stated without waver, not stopping or so much as glancing his way, “You’re clearly in a bad mood and I’m not going to patronize you any longer.”

“But isn’t that what you’ve always done?”

Freezing in an instant, you turned back to the man and frowned in confusion, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I can sense things, Y/N.” He growled, crossed his arms, and turned away with an annoyed huff, just gazing up at the clouds without purpose, “So I know you’re holding back against me… and I can see things, too; for example, when I see you defeating Vegeta without so much as breaking a sweat, it is obvious!”

Realization instantly dropped in your stomach like a weight of guilt, your face growing pale while you were left to blink in disbelief. Two days ago – you could still recall how broken up Vegeta looked because of it – your prince challenged you, having had suspicions of your strength, and just like Piccolo had said, you won. You never even suspected Piccolo of all people to be standing nearby, watching you use a strength he never even knew you had. The only reason he begun to trust you in the first place was because he defeated you in battle, so he didn’t have to worry, but now he knew none of it was true.

“I can-“

“Explain?” He cut you off, “I don’t want that, Y/N, and quite honestly, I don’t need it. I know what you’re thinking,” he glanced your way over his shoulder, “and no, this doesn’t shatter the trust you’ve built with me over the last few years, but it does, however, make me think – why? I don’t see any reason why you would have wanted to fool me for this long.”

No denying it – you felt the urge to lie bubble up your throat like vomit. Lowering your gaze, your jaw clenching tightly, you glared down towards the white tiles at your feet in silence. Unfortunately, however, you knew there was no point to lie – you always sucked at lying – but you weren’t sure if that made the situation better or so much worse.

“At first, I pretended to be weaker than you so you would trust me.” You mumbled sincerely, your voice too low for any human to hear, but easy for the Namekian, “But then… after a while… it became habit. I read in an Earth book that men don’t like females defeating them or being more powerful. It makes them feel more masculine if they are stronger and like they can protect their ma- female, so I thought….”

“I don’t understand.” Piccolo stated obliviously, unwittingly forcing you to look back up at him in disbelief, “Why read Earth books if you ‘like’ someone instead of simply sparring normally? And… ‘their female?’ I feel more confused than before.”

All you could do was release an exasperated sigh, only then remembering how Namekians live – no romance, no female, no mates of any kind, and eggs. Of course he would not understand what you were trying to confess to him. “That’s not…” You grumbled under your breath, but quickly trailed off. How were you supposed to explain-?

‘Cruds.’

In an instant, the worst idea ever came to mind – yet, it was the only one you had. You completely forgot the fact that you were avoiding the truth earlier, suddenly driven to make him know the truth. And so, still a bit unsure about your own motives, you maneuvered yourself back in front of Piccolo, his confused eyes never leaving you, which didn’t exactly help your nerves. Taking a deep breath, you place your shaky hands on both sides of his neck, resting your palms on the purplish blue material of his GI, unable to resist noting the feeling of the strong muscles beneath.

“What are you doing?” He questioned, his frown deepening while his obliviousness continued.

“Explaining.” You stated, as blunt as ever, and felt his words somehow giving you more confidence for what you were about to do. After a few more moments of nauseating silence, you finally float from the ground and set your lips against Piccolo’s own. You merely placed your lips against his, your eyes falling shut, and you felt him flinch back at your seemingly odd actions, but still the warmth of the kiss made your heart smell. In the end, scared the organ would explode, you were forced to step back down and open your eyes, but alas, yet again, you were met with a face of annoyed dismay.

“How is that explaining? How is that anything?” He asked, but unlike what one would expect, you released a tired chuckle and dropped your head in defeat – why did you think that would work to show him your feelings?

“A kiss.” You sighed, your head still dangling wearily from your neck while your hands fell from Piccolo’s shoulders, “Just something dumb people do to show certain emotions.” Finally, you raise your head to send Picccolo a sheepish smile, but as soon as your eyes fell on glowing purple flesh and an expression that seemed nothing less than surprised, your face fell. As if almost startled out of your skin, you jumped back, your own blood rushing to your face in a murderous blush. “What the hell!?” You exclaim in horrified astonishment, “How is it that you know what a KISS is, but not everything else!?”

“Gohan…” Piccolo seemed to force out, still frozen by your bombshell of a confession, “I caught him and Videl and he felt the need to explain it to me. I didn’t realize you were doing the same- So then… you… that was why you…?”

You could only nod, however slow and brief. What was happening, you screamed inwardly.

“Ridiculous.” He stated suddenly, flatly, and looked away, his blush disappearing while your heart ripped from one simple word, but only a second later, a grin spread from one of your red cheeks to the other, “-those Earth books. How does faking weakness impress someone you have feelings for? It takes strength to impress another – strength like y-yours, even if you kept it h-hidden. Seems that way for me.”

As someone who just had your own innuendo go unseen, you easily recognized the deeper meaning behind his words, but still you couldn’t resist revenge. “I don’t understand.” You said, but being the terrible liar you are, the gentle smile you sent his way made the truth obvious, “What does my strength do for you?”

“Don’t make me say it!” He snapped in his usual, broody way, before he once again turned away – you’ve noticed a long time ago that he faces away from what makes him feel uncomfortable, but you didn’t care. The joy and relief that overflowed your mind, heart, and senses was all you needed. And so, unsurely, you stepped forward without a word and snuck your hands around his cape and around his waist, only burying your face into his strong back when he stiffened. “I won’t make you say it.” You promised and slowly felt him relax, as if your words allowed him to do so, “…but know that I’m overjoyed by those unsaid words.”

“Good.” You heard him grumble, the small smile in his voice unmistakable, despite him denying it later, “Now don’t ever go easy on me in a fight again.”

Again, all you could do was nod. After years of being exiled from your home planet, you could honestly say that this was the best day of your life.

@cuembra28 (I thought you’d like this.)

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[cringe--is--dead]

Misguided Hearts

Part Two Here: The Blind (No Longer) Leading the Blind

You didn’t consider yourself a jealous person by nature. That was a trait that had long been knocked out of you. When you were younger, almost too young to remember, you had been envious over the simplest of things. Good food at every meal, three meals a day, a warm bed during the winter, the kids at your school having friends and family.

Those feelings were so old they felt like dusty memories, your parents doing all they could to make sure you never had to deal with those feelings or memories again. 

In their own way of course, your dad’s love languages were one you had to grow attuned to.

Jealousy was a green eyed monster you hadn’t felt in what felt like eons, so it was annoying for you to realize that the tight feeling in your chest was, in fact, jealousy.

Not that you’d ever admit it out loud.

No, you’d rather stick to glaring when no one was looking, and bottling up the anger and insecurities that festered in your mind.

You hadn’t realized, however, your glare had been turned upon your teacher, who thankfully was unaware of your stare. Your friends, however, were not.

Erasa’s hand waving in front of you brought your attention back, and you soon realized that everyone was filing out of the classroom. The blonde gave you a worried look, “Jeez you okay? I know class isn’t fun but you look like you wanna kill our teacher!”

You chuckled nervously, picking up your belongings, you and Erasa scurrying down the steps to get to the door, Gohan and Videl already waiting for you two, talking quietly amongst themselves. 

“Just have a lot on my mind I suppose.” You mused, smiling as Gohan and Videl’s attention shifted to the two of you.

Gohan’s eyebrows furrowed at your statement, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, was just,” You pursed your lips, pretending to be mulling over your thoughts instead of coming up with a believable lie, “Thinking about a conversation mom and I had earlier. Some stuff about working for Capsule Corp after I graduate.” 

“Hey that’s pretty cool!” Videl playfully punched your arm, “You and your mom are certified geniuses— you’ll rule over the science world as mother and daughter!”

Despite the still simmering jealousy, you couldn’t help but laugh at her quip, “Yeah, see what else we can shove in a capsul.”

Erasa gasped, “Do you think you can make me a portable makeup vanity?”

“I mean… I guess so?” The blonde beamed at you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders with a tight squeeze, “I’d have to run it by mom and see if she’d let me use her lab but—”

“I’ll wait as long as I have to for it! A personal build from you? Everyone will be jealous!”

It took you a moment, reeling from Erasa’s tight embrace, to notice that Gohan and Videl had trailed off behind you two, whispering quietly. Gohan’s face was bright red. You knew he was easier to fluster, but this was a level you hadn’t truly seen before. Videl looked amused but annoyed, a rare fond and soft look in her eyes.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” You kept your voice level, the simmering jealousy growing to a bubbling boil.

Erasa glanced behind you, pouting when she realized Videl wasn’t by her side again, “Probably something secret.” She sighed, “They’ve been hanging out a lot lately.”

“Oh?”

You glanced at the blonde who was staring wistfully at Videl, “Yeah. Gohan’s been putting a pause on our girl time! He doesn’t even paint her nails, look at them! They’re all chipped and peeling ‘cause she hadn’t been to mind in like a week!”

You hummed, seeing the moment the pair realized they were being watched, smiling sheepishly at the two of you, “Must be important, whatever they’re talking about.”

Erasa huffed, “Can’t be that important.”

But from the way Gohan’s blush had yet to die down as the walked back to you two, you had a gut feeling that wasn’t true.

“What about a capsul boba shop?”

“Erasa that’s not really a necessity?”

- - -

“What’s got you so down in the dumps?”

You lifted your head from where it had been buried in your pillows, bleerily looking over to your door. Your mother was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed with a soft, worried smile on her face. Huffing, you sat up on your bed, holding your plush dragon Gohan had won for you when you were younger. He said it reminded him of his dragon companion, Icarus, and you two had dubbed this one Daedalus. 

“Nothing.”

She rolled her eyes, stepping into your room with a huff, “That’s a lie and we both know it.” 

You didn’t respond, opting to flop backwards, falling onto your bed, glaring up at the ceiling.

“You know Trunks has even noticed you’ve been acting weird,” You felt the edge of your bed dip, your mom’s gentle hand shifting some stray hairs from your face, “I had to tell him he can’t just go fight random people at your school. He thinks you’re being bullied.”

Despite the negative cloud dampening your mood you couldn’t help but snort, “As if anyone there could bully me.”

“That’s right,” She grinned, “Me and your dad raised you too well to be picked on. You’d just kick all their asses.”

There was a lapse of silence over the two of you, your mom studying your features, you trying to figure out how to bring up your dilemma without creating a huge deal.

Finally you opted on a question, “Mom— did dad ever like… have interest in other women? Before you?”

She blinked, clearly not expecting a question like that to be shot her way, and she snorted, “Honey, despite a select few your father still can’t stand humans. It was hard enough to get him to look at me, no, he wasn’t interested in any other women. And his team before here was all men, and he doesn’t swing that way. We all had our thoughts with his obsession with Goku but…”

You just groaned, that was not that answer you had been hoping for. Your mother picked up on that.

“When I was dating Yamcha I had to deal with that,” She offered.

“Yeah well Yamcha thinks he’s some golden boy player,” You rolled your eyes, hugging Daedalus closer to you.

“You’re not wrong.” She paused, waiting for you to meet her gaze before asking, “Is this about Gohan?”

Your cheeks burned before you could even answer, eyes widening with embarrassment, “Mom!”

She started cackling, “Oh my— I was right!”

You sat up, hitting her side with the pillow you had been laying on, “Stop it— stop laughing at me!”

“Honey I’m not laughing at you!” She stopped your assault, “Chichi and I have been talking about this since the two of you became friends if I’m being honest.”

You wrinkled your nose, pout forming on your lips, “Yeah well… I think he’s into Videl.”

She blinked at you, head tilting curiously, “That’s Mr. Satan’s daughter, right?”

“Yeah. They’ve been hanging out a lot one on one lately. According to Erasa they’ve been getting lunch after school and studying together in the library.” You huffed, dramatically falling so your head was resting on your mother’s lap, “All those pre-date type activities high schoolers do.”

“Studying was not a pre-dating activity when I was in high school,” She muttered under her breath, and you glared up at her, “Right. Not helpful. Well— they could just be hanging out? As friends?”

“I mean— I guess. But Erasa seems to also think it’s something more.”

Your mom ran her fingers across your hair, a gentle motion she started doing when you were younger and would wake from nightmares. You felt the tension bleeding out of your body, shoulders untensing as she continued.

“It makes sense, doesn’t it? She’s Mr. Satan’s daughter. She’s all into fighting and sparring— she’s strong and she’s gorgeous.”

“You act like you’re not strong and gorgeous.”

You grumbled, cuddling into your mother, opting to not respond. She sighed, “I know these feelings suck right now, but I think you’re reading too much into it. Videl and Gohan just seem like really good friends.”

“Yeah, until them being good friends goes into more,” You said, empty venom in your voice.

“Why are you guys talking about Gohan and Videl?”

You both jumped, Trunks standing in your doorway, soda can in hand, eyeing you two curiously, “Are they bullying you?”

“No, they’re not bullying me.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, “You’d tell me if they were, right? I’d destroy them both!”

Your mom rolled her eyes, “You sound just like your father.”

Your little brother beamed, his intentions to beat up two of your friends forgotten.

“Besides,” You stood up with a smirk, ruffling your brothers hair as you moved out to the hall, “You’d lose.”

- - -

While your brother fighting your friends was off the table, him fighting your teacher was not. Of course the man had assigned pairs for this upcoming project, worth over half of your grades.

And of course you were paired with Gohan.

Videl had been paired with some girl you vaguely knew, Ryushin. She was sweet, and smart enough. Erasa had been paired up with one of the flirty jocks, so Videl had arranged for the four of them to work on their projects together. It made sense why, Videl was a very protective friend, she wanted to keep an eye on the blonde.

Which meant you and Gohan were by yourselves in your room, quietly working amongst yourselves.

“So I have a question.”

You raised an eyebrow, “I might have an answer.”

He placed his pen down, turning his attention to you, “Is Trunks mad at me?”

A laugh bubbled out of you before you could stop it, “What?”

“When your mom let me in, I’m used to Vegeta’s quips, I grew up with them, but Trunks started mimicking him.” You looked at him, baffled, “I was confused. Vegeta looked overjoyed. I think Bulma’s tearing into him for corrupting your brother honestly.”

“Oh, so that was the yelling,” You muttered, glancing towards the direction of the living area, “Not that I know of?”

Unless he was still thinking Gohan was the reason you’d been so upset lately. 

Which wasn’t entirely untruthful.

He didn’t look fully convinced, but seemed ready to drop the topic. A few peaceful moments passed before he looked like he wanted to bring something else up. “So, I have some exciting news.”

“Oh?”

“The other day after class Videl and I were talking.”

You felt your throat suddenly go dry, blinking a few times, trying to regain to momentary lapse in cool you had felt. “About what?”

“Well, she,” He rubbed the back of his neck, “There was this new coffee shop that opened up nearby. We’ve passed it a few times, actually. The one with the pink umbrellas outside?”

“Oh yeah,” You nodded, remembering commenting about how cute it was, wanting to go there at some point after school.

“Right, well, she had the great idea of us going on a double date there!”

Oh.

Oh.

You felt your heart shatter, a stammering feeling in your chest. 

They were already dating?

Was that what they were talking about the other day? Maybe they were trying to figure out how to drop the bomb to you and Erasa. Worried the balance in your little group would shift. 

Gohan seemed to grow nervous at your silence, and you forced yourself to smile at him, trying to convey as much happiness through the look as you could.

“I think that’d be so fun!”

He seemed relieved, “R- Really?”

You nodded, “I’ve been wanting to go there since I saw it, and it seems like a cute place for a date!”

The smile on his face was blinding, and the shakiness of his hands, the nervousness in his eyes disappeared quickly, “That’s— yeah! Yeah! I think that’s one reason Videl suggested it, you and Erasa and some others in our class have been talking about it, so it seemed perfect!”

You smiled, eyes falling down to your notebook, absentmindedly tapping your pen, “So, when should we go?”

“I know you’re doing a work study with your mom, and Videl’s been helping her dad at his dojo after school. We were thinking Saturday morning? They have some breakfast stuff there too, we’ve been looking over their menu.”

You nodded, mind reeling and heart hammering. It was taking all your will power not to start tearing up, fighting to keep a smile on your face, “Saturday is absolutely perfect.”

He smiled at you, his usual shy persona coming back for a moment, glancing down at his notebook before looking back up at you, “I’m so happy you agreed. I was so worried you wouldn’t.”

You hadn’t wanted to, honestly. Who was going to be your date? Was it one of Videl’s friends? Erasa’s friends? You’d rather not waste a Saturday with some stranger, watching as Videl and Gohan talked and flirted, while you seethed with jealousy and sadness. 

But Gohan looked so happy you agreed.

He was probably nervous and needed support.

You could do that, you suppose.

“I’d do anything for you,” And that was the truth.

His cheeks tinged pink, a dopey smile on his face.

A/N: As much as I'm MIA from this blog, it's always in the back of my mind. I came up with this idea at like 1 a.m. last night. Requests are open if at any point anyone wishes to send one in. Lord knows I could use the brain power.

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