#yamcha and pool

[pumkinportfolio]

And now the second request: a doodle of Yamcha and Pool from mastermind Akira Toriyama's Dragon Ball series wished by @mii22biipolar 💖

It is also a planned collaboration of us. Let's look forward to it umu

#dragon ball #dragon ball z #akira toriyama #yamcha #yamcha and pool #fanart #doodle #sketch #digitalart #artwork #pumkinportfolio #pumkinfanart

[howlingday]

Pyrrha Suffers...

I noticed some of y'all don't like Pyrrha being casted as Yamcha from Dragon Ball Z Abridged, so I decided to do the noble thing, go over my previous posts, make the free will choice to DOUBLE DOWN!

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Pyrrha: Don't worry, everyone. I'm here now.

Nora: Oh, thank Oum! Pyrrha's here now!

Pyrrha: That's right, and I swear that I will give my all fighting these foes. We have trained until our bones cracked to prepare for this, so I know that nothing will ever break our spirit! Today, we win-

Nora: Y-Yeah...! Woo...!

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Roman: ...So, who wants to tell Jaune?

Pyrrha: I'll do it. I was Jaune's partner, so he should hear it from me.

Roman: Whatever you say, Ms. Invincible.

Pyrrha: Jaune? It's me, Pyrrha.

Cinder: Oh, hello, Pyrrha Nikos~.

Pyrrha: YOU?! What are you doing on Jaune's scroll?!

Cinder: Is it wrong for a woman to answer her man's scroll?

Pyrrha: What?! How?!

Cinder: He was so distraught over your death. He needed someone to tend to him after you passed.

Pyrrha: YOU'RE THE REASON I'M DEAD!

Cinder: Well, I guess I'm the better woman then, aren't I?

Jaune: Who is it, Cinder?

Cinder: Oh, just someone trying to sell you a pool.

Jaune: Oh, uh, no thanks.

Cinder: Buh-bye~.

Pyrrha: OH, YOU DIRTY BITCH!

Roman: Penny?

Pyrrha: YOU LISTEN HERE, YOU LITTLE- (Crack) ARGH! MY STERNUM AGAIN!

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Pyrrha: Hmph! You have a lot of nerve coming here!

Cinder: I'm sorry. Do I know you?

Pyrrha: Wh- Don't you remember?! We fought at Beacon!

Cinder: No, I fought Ruby. Watts handled everyone else.

Cinder: Well, everyone except that scrub I took down in one sho-

Cinder: Oh! OH! AHA! AHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Pyrrha: Oh, keep laughing, you evil bi-

Cinder: (Towering over Pyrrha) HA. HA. HA.

Pyrrha: ...Bitch.

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Ashe: H-Hey, Pyrrha! How it han- I mean what's hang- (Ahem!) H-How are you?

Pyrrha: Oh, you know. Hanging in there.

Ashe: (Winces)

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Pyrrha: Oh, I am in over my head. I should contact the others.

Pyrrha: No! No! That's exactly what they'd expect!

Pyrrha: Isn't that right, adult and child wearing trenchco-?

Pyrrha: (Grabs by the throat) ACK!

Truck: (Approaching, Pumpkin Pete ad blares)

Pyrrha: OH, C-COME ON!

Truck: (Swerves, Crashes)

Grimm: Ruby. Vengeance.

Pyrrha: I-I'm... not... Ru-

Grimm: VENGEANCE! (Stabs Pyrrha)

Yang: I heard an explosion! What ha- OH COME ON, P-MONEY! IT'S BEEN TEN SECONDS!

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Pyrrha: I'll get Ruby to a hospital. Let's be honest. With how much you've all grown, I'd just get in the way.

Yang: Yup.

Blake: Probably.

Weiss: No offense.

Cinder: Why are you even here?!

Pyrrha: ...You know what? I'm just going to leave.

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Yang: We can't just sit around here, you know? We have to help!

Pyrrha: Help what? It would be a losing battle.

Yang: Oh, of course you'd say that!

Nora: Actually, she has a point.

Yang: Oh, don't you start!

Nora: Hey, I was in Vacuo, dammit! Shit got crazy! I was stabbed and blown up!

Pyrrha: I was stabbed and blown up, too, and dumped by the only boyfriend I ever had!

Nora: Same, except when my boyfriend left, he took all his character development.

Nora: When your boyfriend left, he took all your character development.

Pyrrha: ...

Yang: ...

Oscar: (Ozpin) You're going to need Mr. Arc to heal that wound, Ms. Nikos.

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Pyrrha: I just like to have hope, okay? Is that so wrong?

Yang: The fact you have any hope in your life is your most admirable quality.

Pyrrha: Oh... Thank you, Yang!

Salem: PYRRHA, FOR THE LOVE OF THE BROTHERS, DON'T THANK HER!

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Pyrrha: Please, you can't do this to me! These games... ever since the Grimm died, they're everything to me!

Pyrrha: My ex-boyfriend left me for an evil Maiden, and is now raising his daughter alone and refusing anyone's help.

Pyrrha: All of my friends are either married, or busy, or spending their days as the living embodiment of libido and being a total dick about it!

Pyrrha: ...Without these tournaments, I'll have nothing.

Cardin: Yeah, nothing, and 20 billion lien.

Pyrrha: What will I... Wait, what?

Port: Twenty. Billion. Lien.

Port: The Association states you can't be left high and dry upon retirement, nor can you be banned from further sponsorship deals, or promotional tie-ins.

Port: Simply put, you sign this non-compete, and you will be set for the rest of your life.

Pyrrha: So... I'd win?

Cardin: You only win! For as long as I've known you, you do nothing but win! This is just icing on your already winning cake!

Pyrrha: (Sniffles, Beams)

#rwby #dragon ball z abridged #dbza #pyrrha nikos #nora valkyrie #roman torchwick #cinder fall #yang xiao long #jaune arc #arcfall #knightfall #oscar pine #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #salem #cardin winchester #peter port

[cosmicerroraftermath]

( @dragvnsovl​ )

There’s so many bodies....torn limbs and ripped up organs...this wasn’t for food, or for self defense. No bodies showed any weapons... No. No this was clearly all for fun. The blood pools are splashed in, trailing familiar boot prints all around the ground and walls. Overturned police vehicles cover the ground, bullet holes chasing and failing to catch up to the prints before bodies lay beside empty and snapped guns.

No. All of this was a rampage purely for amusement and boredom.

One of the houses sits with a roof intact.....or...kinda...

The second story is still half up, rain pounding down onto it and the pretty sheets of beds that lay still made from the morning, never to be returned to by their owners.

Infact, I think it’s their owners that line the area around the building, because theres a circle, a boundary of bodies and blood that surrounds it.

It’s the only place with shelter, the only place he could go to get out of the cold rain other than going back to Vegito’s timeline...and if he had, Yamcha wouldn’t have been able to trace the slight amount of energy the bastard leaks off him.

Right. Inside.

#{Smol And Soft:Tater} #{Wolf's Heart:Yamcha} #{The Darker Side:Void} #//yay corpse circle #//If only he and Broly could get along #//We culd have TWICE the bodies! #//:D #//I have issues dont look at me like that I see you all

[orphanedwolfandfriends]

It's always been known, hasn't it?

Fear of that look he gets in his eye when something irritates him more than usual. Dark and ominous, it always rested like a monster in the night, prowling, waiting, never seeming to leave. At times its a wonder if he has something of a nightmare of his own, always looming over his shoulder, waiting for a chance to open a mandible devoid of all flesh.

Broly's back stared from where it was seen by younger eyes, locks of obsidian waving in a wind that wasn't felt to cheeks. The bright sapphiric sky surrounded with clouds swirling around like painted doves gliding yet the stench of blood filled the air. Constant, repulsive.

" What are you doing here, Runt? You don't belong here.. "

That rough voice growled in displeasure, never seeming to turn his head. The wind began to die from its pleasant whispers to an eerie silence only broken by a dripping noise. Plip. plip. plip. Onwards and onwards it kept going.

Plip. plip. plip.

Widened eyes could only look downwards towards the hue of that sash shaded the same hue as the blood that coated over large hands. Drifting further, the bodies of people littered several feet away upon the void of where ground should've been. Streaks of red pooled and splattered, viscera and organs strewn about in a grisly scene. Jutting bone poked out while others were impaled with their own ribs, pieces of limbs torn off and left for the circle of vultures screeching overhead.

'..what did you do?!'

The voice that should've shouted at him gave no sound in spite of how the joints of a maw moved and vocal chords strained to scream at him.

Plip. plip. plip.

Before him were two bodies recently slain by his hands alone, still as stone with the sickening cloak of death shrouded over. Their faces obscured but it wasn't hard to know who they were as they lay closest to the monstrous alien staring down at them. Soft pastels of a coat ripped in places, long ears laying flat as spectacled frames were forsaken to the side in broken lenses staring back. Hues of a once bright orange stained dark, matted hair caked over with drying blood as the final expression lay twisted after death.

Plip. plip. plip

He never once looked behind. The shifting waves of hair weighed down to stick to his back, falling like tar as it stained the ground in coagulating piles of crimson viscera. Pungent stenches deepened into a miasma, choking out the breath from tiny lungs while a sinister laughter began to bubble from within a larger ribcage. Looking up at the sky, smoldering columns of smoke bled the sky as a hazy moon overlooked the horrors committed. It was only then did the monstrosity of that Saiyan turn to look at her with crimson orbs. Clawed hands ripped down the side of his face, peeling the skin off in strips as a chilling grin never stopped glaring at her. Patches of fur bloomed beneath torn flesh the more he kept tearing at himself, bleeding torrents yet it never seemed to pain him as pounds of flesh were stripped off and slapped wetly against the void below.

Bone audibly cracked as it shifted beneath wet fur, muscle stretched and contorted to fit the visage of a monster as it grew and grew. Nails became claws, molars turned into carnivorous rows as they fitted into a rapidly forming snout stretching at the flesh of a face. Hoarse vocals deepened into beastial roars the longer the transformation continued, the titanic shadow of a colossal monster devoured the sky with burning red eyes staring directly at the viewer cowering so low to the ground.

Ivory fangs glinted with a deafening cackle before they snapped open and dove--

"B..Broly..no...no stop- that's not..."

"NO!!"

A scream would escape from her mouth, loud enough for Pu'ar and Yamcha to hear. She thrashed around in her bed, continuing to scream until she finally woke up, with every part if her body shaking like a leaf. She pulled covers over her, clutching on to the blanket. She felt like she could vomit out of fear. She did little to nothing to get those images out of her head. Broly becoming something similar to that thing she would always dismiss as a bad dream...and her daddy and that nice Miss Tater, and all those bodies...no..that wasn't him. She'd swear to God that wasn't him. He'd never do that, he wouldn't!! Her fingers ran through and gripped at her snow white hair, incoherently whispering to herself, her barely hearing her own voice through her rapid heartbeat.

In her shocked and fearful state...she wasn't aware that her eyes changed color.

#with this heart i hold i was on my own {cayla} #{yamcha tag tbd} #{Tater Tag TBD} #🍿👀

[anemcia]

@viopolis​​ asked: Honeydew still feels very new to me so I wouldn't take this as a comprehensive opinion but; everything you've told me about Celldew feels extremely grounded in canon regarding what kind of person Cell would take interest in- and the prospect of dealing with one stubborn earthling that just won't stay down not only confronts his ideas about perfection, but also gives more weight to earthlings when the setting itself seems to undercut them most of the time. There's an underlying theme there that I think lines up well w/ DB as a whole ( earned skill vs inherent; at least, that feels like it was a theme earlier on lmao ) and its gratifying all on its own, too.  I've thought about it on and off for a bit and saw this opportunity to gesture at it, I guess, hahaha Honeydew's neat ( + I absolutely look forward to finding out more about her- her relationship with Flint, their relationship with the red ribbon army / Commander Red, and did I see an AU where she's an underground fighter? that sounds tight af )

anonymously or not, please tell me what you think of my oc! - [ACCEPTING]

//YES, THAT IS ALL CORRECT!! As you and everyone I’ve spoken with know, I take great pride in tailoring their relationship as closely with canon as possible. Fanfiction works like mine aren’t perfect, but I do feel mine IS one that works faithfully with his characterization. I’m not sorry when I say this; but having Cell be super friendly and flirty with your OC (or other canon character) is just LAZY writing. I’ve ranted about this very subject countless times and tbh IT STILL needs drilling in. Call me a buzzkill or whatever, don’t care. I enjoy CellDew being brutal and unforgiving before it gets to the good stuff.

//Aaaanyway, as for Honeydew, I’m also satisfied with her growth from ordinary to extraordinary with discipline and practice. Humans are unanimously undervalued by the fandom unless they’re enhanced by android tech, so my aim was always to challenge the narrative by creating a human that could rival a saiyan’s strength. This series was built on the idea of shattering limits and transformations, so why not apply that with humanity? I certainly DON’T want to venture into sue territory by giving her too many perks, but I don’t want to restrict her either. For Honey, she’s all about adapting to her situations with rapid success, which makes her VERY likely to surpass Tien, Yamcha and Krillin. Cell is an excellent teacher and motivator, giving her necessary experience to achieve those goals realistically.

//ALSO YES, HER RELATIONSHIP WITH HER DAD IS SO COMPLICATED LMAO. She doesn’t hate him, but they’re largely on negative terms with each other since dropping out of university. I DO intend on exploring deeper aspects of her Red Ribbon roots with Red, but Flint is definitely the key to all that. Plus, Gero being his ex-mentor adds to that strange family history. OH AND HAHA YEAH, the underground fighter AU I’m doing with Momo is gonna be fun. It’s basically just a big ‘what if’ scenario if Cell never showed and her farm is facing bankruptcy. To save her livelihood, she ends up working for Nappa as a professional fighter in illegal underground tournaments. Big prize pools, lots of cash to earn with blood on every Zenni~

#《🌊》𝑨𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 [Ooc] #《🌼》𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 [Answered memes] #viopolis #//THANK YOU FOR THE ASK AAAA #//I hope what I've said makes sense #//Honeydew just happens to be a natural genius with fighting and tech #//of course backed by A LOT OF LEARNING and all that stuff #//she's BASICALLY SANDY CHEEKS WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT IT

[linkmlre2525]

[Highlight] Jordan Poole goes down like Yamcha after a hard foul as the cameraman pans to Draymond

#nba

[bluemiilks]

find all seven, and your wish may come true ✨

#dragonball #goku #kuririn #bulma #yamcha #tenshinhan #chao zu #muten roshi #oolong #pool #fanart #digging out all my childhood anime

[tenshindon]

lookin at the new legends charas being from bojack unbound and foolishly bein like ‘where my humans at then’

#snap chats #i was just gon say tien and yamcha but eyo i aint b outa do krillin dirty like taht #he threw hands too fuck it where he at too i aint seen him lately #of course im a fool to assume any humans would be in this house #last time we had humans was like january i think #couldnt even get launch or yamcha 😔 #my bro says theyre just lurking in the pool at this point but still 🤧 #thats so many gokus to sift through #ps i know you can only make so many variants of the humans since they havent gotten new shit for years #but they still have a LOT of material from OG db #but im talkin bout bojack unbound bro uhhh yeah they did shit #they got clapped two seconds later but fuckit tien punched someone upside down <3 #extra ass mfer <3 #wheres my tien variant where he has a shirt #give him his shirt back like Yeah He Does Lose It In Bojack Too but hush he starts off with one #anyways ignore me im done running around my house and its time for my daily complaining

[monjathebat]

Dragonball, still one of my favs!  Aceo Card :) 

#dragonball #yamcha #bulma #pool #usher #kakaokarte #aceo card

[tyler8410]

Humans and Mutants

Most Powerful Humans and Mutants

Human

Superhuman

Enhanced Human

Meta-Human

Super Soldier

Artificial Human

Mutant

Esper

Regenerator ( Hellsing )

Regenerator ( Resident Evil )

Human

Professor Utonium ( The PPG )

Valerie Gray ( Danny Phantom )

Jack ( Samurai Jack )

Sir integra Helsing

Abraham Van Helsing

Gabriel Van Helsing

Saiko Chan

Shion Sonozaki

Rena Ryuugu

Yandere Chan

Batman ( DC )

Robin ( DC )

Batgirl ( DC )

Nightwing ( DC )

The Joker ( DC )

Goo ( Foster's Home for imaginary friends )

Mac ( Foster's Home for imaginary friends )

Terrence ( Foster's Home for I . F )

Timmy Turner ( Fairly Oddparents )

Vicky ( Fairly Oddparents )

Mr. Crocker ( Fairly Oddparents )

Corma Limbs

Luke Skywalker

Carrie White

Matilda Wormwood

Tina Shepard

Ash Ketchum ( Pokemon )

Misty ( Pokemon )

Brock ( Pokemon )

Dawn ( Pokemon )

May ( Pokemon )

Jessie ( Pokemon )

James ( Pokemon )

Members of Team Rocket

Jaden Yuki

Yugi Muto

Seto Kaiba

Joey Wheeler

Yami Marik

Mai Valentine

Tea Gardner

Alexis Rhodes

Akiza Izinski

Chazz Princeton

Yusei Fudo

Maximillion Pegasus

Edward Eric ( Full Metal Alchemist )

Chara ( Undertale )

Erza Scarlet

Lucy Heartfilia

Gray Fullbuster

Juvia Lockser

Ash Williams

Super Humans

Mario ( Nintendo )

Luigi ( Nintendo )

Wario ( Nintendo )

Waluigi ( Nintendo )

Yamcha ( DB - DBZ )

Krillin ( DB - DBS )

Tien Shinhan ( DB - DBS )

Master Roshi ( DB - DBS )

Chichi ( DB - DBS )

Ed ( Ed , Edd n Eddy )

Rolfe ( Ed , Edd n Eddy )

Sera ( Ed , Edd n Eddy )

Eddy / Professor Scam ( Ed , Edd n Eddy )

Lee Kanker ( Ed , Edd n Eddy )

May Kanker ( Ed , Edd n Eddy )

Marie Kanker ( Ed , Edd n Eddy )

Naruto Uzamaki

Sasuke Uchiha

Itachi Uchiha

Madara Uchiha

Kakashi Hatake

Hinata Hyuga

Neji Hyuga

Rock Lee

Might Guy

Lady Tsunade

Jiraiya

The Protagonist ( Saints Row )

Pain ( Naruto )

Mandy ( Grimm Adventures of B & M )

Billy ( Grimm Adventures of B & M )

Johnny Cage

Cassie Cage

Almight ( My Hero Academia )

Deku ( My Hero Academia )

Bakugo ( My Hero Academia )

Mr . Incredible

Elastigirl ( incredible )

Violet Parr

Dash Parr

Frozone

Liu Kang

Kung Lao

Enhanced Humans

Deathstroke ( DC )

Captain America ( Marvel )

Alexander Anderson ( Hellsing )

Rose Wilson ( DC )

Grant Wilson ( DC )

Michael Myers ( Halloween )

Mikos Stenopolis ( Absurd 1981 )

Princess Morbucks ( The PPG )

Black Widow ( Marvel )

Chris Walker ( Outlast )

Orochimaru

Kabuto Yakushi

Ruvik ( The Evil within )

Sebastian Castellanos ( The Evil within )

Stefano ( The Evil within 2 )

Father Theodor ( The Evil within 2 )

Alice ( Resident Evil )

Alice Clones ( Resident Evil )

Lucy ( Lucy 2014 )

Artificial Humans

Homelander ( The Boys )

Blossom ( The PPG )

Bubbles ( The PPG )

Buttercup ( The PPG )

Bunny ( The PPG )

Bliss ( The PPG )

Brick ( The PPG )

Boomer ( The PPG )

Butch ( The PPG )

Freed Sellzen ( DxD )

Meta-humans

Major Glory

Static ( DC )

Beast boy ( DC )

Killer croc ( DC )

Mammoth ( DC )

Jinx ( DC )

Mutants

Wolverine ( Marvel )

Sabertooth ( Marvel )

Baraka ( Mortal Kombat )

Mileena ( Mortal Kombat )

Baraka Pool ( Marvel )

Spiderman ( Marvel )

Peter Griffin ( Family Guy )

Louis Griffin ( Family Guy )

Stewie Griffin ( Family Guy )

Homer Simpson ( The Simpsons )

Shredder ( Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles )

Lucy / Nyu ( Elfen Lied )

Nana ( Elfen Lied )

Mariko ( Elfen Lied )

Barbara ( Elfen Lied )

Alicia ( Elfen Lied )

Cynthia ( Elfen Lied )

Magneto ( Marvel )

Karl Heisenberg

Mother Miranda

Alex Wesker

Mr. X ( Resident Evil )

Nemesis ( Resident Evil )

Regenerator ( Resident Evil )

Albert Wesker

Espers and Benders

Misaka Mikoto

Kuroko Shirai

Kuroko Shirai

Kirifu Megumi

Aang

Katara

Prince Zuko

Toph

Firelord Ozai

King Bumi

Azula

Avatar Master

.

#humans #mutants #super powers #real power #fiction #science

[yamchaas]

Okay now the real Dragon Ball Devilman crossover is Yamcha going to swim at the public pool in his apartment complex and finding Ryo Asuka drinking the water straight from the pool

And Yamcha's wearing the speedos, correct?

#yamcha like Damn... gimme a sip bro

[sevenstarsinning]

Sweat

Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5 - Ch. 6

Chapter 7

The next few days were filled with lots and lots of self care. Your body was bruised and sore from their insatiable appetites. They bit and grabbed, sucked and pinched at your fragile body and you had the marks to prove it. The bruises were finally starting to lighten but you still made a point to avoid the general public. You assumed Vegeta was staying away out of guilt, and honestly you were partially in hiding for the same reason. It had also been a while since you’d seen Goku, which seemed odd.

You finally decided to rejoin civilization and find Goku. Mostly because you missed him but also because you needed to know if there was any weirdness. You knew a huge mistake was made and up to that point, it was easier to avoid facing it.

You knocked on Goku’s door and waited anxiously, itching to kiss and touch him again.

The door opened and your heart sank when it was Kyla that greeted you.

“Um, sorry, I’m looking for Goku. Is he home?” You couldn’t shake the panicked feeling in your stomach, especially after you saw the marks down the side of her neck.

Your anxiety convinced you it was from Goku, even though logic said it was probably from Vegeta.

“He’s in the shower.” She answered but gave nothing else away.

All logical thoughts went right out the window and you were in full panicked mode.

“Where’s Vegeta?”

“No idea, we broke up,” she answered, too calm for comfort.

“Are you and… did Goku do that?” Your mind raced and your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest.

“And what if he did?”

“Kyla… ” your voice cracked and tears started to form, “not him.”

The gravity of the situation and the repercussions began to sink in.

“Funny, that’s exactly what I was thinking every time you were around Vegeta. You didn’t give a shit.”

“I-I never-” you shook your head, either from trying to deny that there was anything between you and Vegeta or trying to wake yourself from this nightmare.

“Oh really? You never kissed him? Or fucked him? You deserve everything you’re feeling right now because that’s exactly what I’m going through.” She sneered.

“You fucking bitch. Why Goku? Why him? He doesn’t deserve any of this, he just… he just wanted me, not this bullshit.” You were starting to feel like your lungs had collapsed.

“Kyla? What’s going on?” Goku descended the stairs, pants hanging low on his hips while he continued to dry his hair with a towel.

“She finally showed up,” Kyla said, stepping aside.

“Would you mind giving us a minute to talk?” Goku asked, resting his hand on Kyla’s back.

“Yeah, whatever. I’ll be upstairs.” She gave you one final glare before she turned away.

“Before you get more upset, she’s been staying here since Vegeta broke up with her. She needed a friend.”

“I remember when you told Vegeta I needed a friend and you were there for me.” You couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

“Why didn’t you come by sooner?” He asked.

“So this is my fault? Since I didn’t visit you sooner you decided to shove your dick in someone else?” You basically shouted at Goku, something you never thought you’d do.

“Wait, what are you talking about? I didn’t-”

“Come on, Goku! I’m not that fucking stupid!” The tears continued to flow as you processed everything.

“I haven’t done that with her, she really just needed a friend.” He reached out for you and as much as you wanted to pull away, you couldn’t.

“You don’t have to lie to spare my feelings.” You sniffled against his chest, hating the way he instantly made you feel safe.

“I’m not. I only wanna do that with you,” he tightened his arms around you, “is that why you’re mad? You think I had sex with her?”

“What the fuck else am I supposed to think?”

“That I only think about you that way and I don’t want anyone else?” He said as if it should’ve been obvious.

You pulled away from him, tears still streaming. “You can’t fucking be real. No one is like this.”

“I am.” He flashed your favorite big goofy grin.

You had so much more to say, but none of it mattered. You grabbed his face and pulled him down into a kiss, pouring everything you had into that moment. His arms immediately snaked around you as he hoisted you up against his chest.

“You guys are disgusting,” Kyla said as she passed by to go to the kitchen.

“You said we were cute,” Goku called back.

“That was a goddamn secret, Goku, what the fuck?!” She shouted back. He pulled you into the house and closed the door.

“Sorry,” he laughed and pulled you into his lap on the couch.

“Whatever. Is the bitch staying for dinner because I’m not cooking for her.”

You were still trying to wrap your head around what was happening. Kyla seemed so at home in Goku’s house but you also knew he wasn’t lying to you.

“Just make a lot in case Yamcha comes over,” he replied before pulling you into a heated kiss.

“Yamcha?” You pulled away from his lips.

“Yeah, they’re kind of a thing now.” He shrugged and nuzzled against your neck.

“What the fuck? How long was I gone?” You felt like you’d missed a lifetime of information.

“Too long.” Goku held you closer, shifting beneath you so you could feel just how badly he’d missed you.

“Goku-” you felt odd having his dick rubbing against your ass with Kyla in the next room.

“Maybe we shouldn’t right now?” You said in a low voice.

“Yeah, I really don’t give a fuck. Do whatever you want, that’s kinda your thing, isn’t it?” Kyla shot back from the kitchen.

“Is she like this when I’m not here?” You asked loud enough for her to hear.

“Maybe you should leave and find out?” She yelled.

“Would it be better to go to my house?” You asked Goku, running your fingers along his jaw.

“Not at all, let’s go to my room.” He held you close and lifted you up with him when he stood.

“We’ll be upstairs for a while, Kyla, just leave the leftovers out for us,” Goku said as he carried you towards the stairs.

“I’ll leave them out for you, not her.”

“Bitch.” You grumbled.

“Slut.” She called out.

You opened your mouth to yell back but Goku silenced you with a kiss. He continued up the stairs and towards his room. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.

He kicked his door closed behind him and lowered you to your feet.

“I missed you so much,” you said, pulling him into another kiss.

“I missed you too. I’ve needed you so bad,” he whined, pulling at your clothes.

“Why didn’t you come see me?” You asked between heated kisses.

“Thought you wanted to be alone.” He answered and trailed his lips down your neck.

He continued to paw at your clothes, trying to get you naked as soon as possible.

“Lay down for me,” you whispered against his lips.

He pushed his sweats down and let them pool at his feet before he stepped out of them and spread out on the bed.

“Tell me how much you need me,” you said softly.

He kept his eyes glued to you while you finished taking your clothes off.

“I need you now, please don’t make me wait anymore.”

You let your clothes drop to the floor while your eyes roamed up and down his perfectly sculpted body. His cock was already hard and it was difficult not to jump on him.

"Tell me how much you missed me.” You placed one knee on the bed beside him.

“I missed you a lot. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and… I-I made myself come to the thought of you.”

You were losing the battle to restrain yourself but all you needed was a little more confirmation that he was still 100% yours.

“When was the last time you made yourself come thinking of me?” You crawled on top of him, seconds from losing control.

“When I showered. Right before you got here,” he openly admitted.

“And how many times have you done it today?” You ran your fingertips down his chest, desperate to feel him.

“Three times before the shower.” He said, running his hands up your thighs.

“My needy little saiyan,” you cooed. A faint whimper escaped his lips and he pulled you down.

“No one has ever made me feel as wanted as you do,” you whispered as you leaned closer to kiss him.

“I do want you. All the time. Really badly.” He spoke against your lips, his hands moving down to squeeze your ass.

“You could have anyone you wanted, you know that? Someone better than me. That ChiChi woman sounded perfect for you.” You remembered when he first mentioned her, you didn’t have a second thought, but now just the image of someone else touching him was almost unbearable.

“ChiChi is great but I haven’t heard from her in a while,” he revealed. You weren’t sure if that was comforting or worrying. Maybe she was going to show back up and you would lose Goku even though he was never yours to begin with.

“About what happened… with Vegeta. Are you okay with all of that?” You asked.

“It was kind of fun, but I didn’t like this.” He touched one of the faint marks on your neck, presumably one of Vegeta’s.

“You don’t like the marks?" 

"I don’t like his marks.” He corrected you, further claiming his possession of you.

“You could’ve said no to all of that. If you weren’t comfortable with it.” You caressed his cheek and suddenly felt another wave of guilt over the position you put him in with Vegeta. The guilt coming at you from all directions was slowly eating away at you.

“I wasn’t uncomfortable. I could see that you wanted it and I want to make you happy.”

“You’re too good for me.” You cupped his face, brushing your thumb along his jaw.

“You deserve better.” He replied.

“No, I really don’t. I’ve been such a piece of trash lately, I can’t even look at myself in the mirror.” The shame and guilt were becoming overwhelming.

“Why?” He asked, pulling you to his chest.

“I would say it’s because of the trouble I caused with Vegeta and that is definitely part of the reason, but the fact that I thoroughly enjoyed knowing that he wanted me that much makes me feel like a horrible person.”

Goku rubbed your back and remained silent while you got your feelings about the situation out.

“And fucking him while he was in a relationship? Pure garbage.” You were hating yourself more, especially knowing Kyla had been put out because of you.

“But all of that is nothing compared to everything I’ve done to you, Goku.” You felt the heaviness in your chest growing.

“I finally know what you mean when you say Kyla is a lot to handle,” he laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

“I completely lost it when I thought you were fucking her. But it was also very eye opening,” you sighed. There was absolutely no love lost between you and Kyla but her attitude towards you was justified, as hard as that was to admit to yourself.

“I really do only want you,” he said softly.

“You shouldn’t.” You shook your head.

You should’ve let him go, avoided ever seeing him again and letting him move on from you, but you just couldn’t.

“But I do.” He pulled you into a soft kiss, holding you against his chest with his hands moving down to your waist.

“Why?”

“Because you make me happy,” he said before kissing you again. It was the simplistic answer you expected from him. It wasn’t complicated or awkward, it was straightforward and appreciated because there wasn’t a second of hesitation.

“I’m sorry for hurting you.”

“You don’t have to apologize. I’m fine. I’m sorry for trying to make you mine when you wanted someone else.” He kissed you again, enjoying the softness of your lips. 

“I’m not sure I know what I want anymore.” You admitted.

“Is it bad that I hope it’s me?” He asked with an adorable smile.

“Not at all.” You cupped his face and kissed him. It amazed you that someone like Goku even existed. You didn’t feel deserving of having someone like him in your life.

“Can we fuck now?” He asked.

“Such a needy saiyan.” You smiled, scooting back enough to feel his cock against your ass.

“I’ve missed you a lot so I don’t know if I can be soft.” He explained, gripping your hips.

“That’s okay, take what you need,” you said with a smile to reassure him.

You reached down and gripped his cock, moving the tip up and down your cunt to gather a little wetness.

You finally let the tip of his cock slide into you, both of you groaning like it was the first time. It had been too long.

“Fuck, Goku. Has your cock gotten bigger?” You eased down onto him more.

“I don’t think so,” he said, face scrunched up while he thought more about it.

You kept lowering yourself until he was all the way inside of you. “You feel so fucking good.”

Goku kept his eyes on you, his hands slowly sliding up and down your sides. 

“I’ve missed you so much.” You moaned.

“Want me to turn ultra instinct?” He asked.

“Not yet, I just need you like this for a while.” You rested your hands on his chest and moved a little faster.

“But you love ultra instinct, I don’t mind,” he offered.

“Yes, that’s true, but I also love… ” you trailed off, realizing exactly what you were about to say.

“Your base form is just as amazing,” you corrected.

Goku cocked his head to the side, a little confused, “I didn’t think you liked it as much.”

You moved slower and leaned down against his chest, “I’m starting to prefer it.” You kissed him softly and continued to circle your hips.

His hands moved down your back to cup your ass while you kissed him. He was being so gentle until you clenched around his cock. He abruptly flipped over, putting you on your back.

He looked at you with that adorable needy face and you were powerless against it. Saying no wasn’t even an option.

“Fuck me, Goku.”

You didn’t have to say it again as he eased out of you and slammed back in. The snap of his hips made you moan and clench around his cock again. He was still holding back and you wanted him to let go.

“Harder. I can take it.” You reassured him.

He began thrusting a little harder each time. You couldn’t stop the moans that came out. Having him inside of you again was the best feeling.

“I really hope I get to breed you one day,” he grunted before slamming into you again.

“I want you to… just not right now.” You admitted in the middle of pure bliss.

Your words seemed to strike something within him as he fucked you a little harder. He pushed his cock deeper with each thrust, short pants against your neck.

Taking you by surprise, Goku came first, as if he completely lost control. He groaned against your neck as his cum filled you.

“Fuck, Goku,” you panted. Knowing he couldn’t keep himself from coming turned you on even more.

“S-Sorry. I just missed you too much I guess.” He kept his cock inside of you until he was finished.

“It’s okay. I know you’ll be good to go again soon.” You smiled.

“Let me fix it.” He pulled out of you and slid down your body until his face was directly in line with your pussy.

“You don’t have to do-”

The words were cut short when his tongue slid up your cunt. He didn’t care that his cum was dripping out of you, he just wanted to make sure you were satisfied.

“Shit,” you gasped when his tongue moved faster.

He had you clutching the sheets in no time as he devoured you. His tongue moved quickly and you couldn’t hold back the barrage of moans that slipped through.

“G-Goku… fuck… don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop…” You screamed and came hard within a few more swipes of his tongue.

He cleaned you up with slow laps of his tongue while you recovered from your overwhelming orgasm.

“Fuck… that was… fuck,” you laughed, unable to form whole sentences.

He kissed his way up your body and settled next to you on the bed.

You turned to face him, both of your chests heaving as you both struggled to regain control over your breathing.

“You really are amazing.” You finally spoke, breaking the silence.

His cheeks flushed and he laughed, “you’re amazing too.”

You scooted up close and kissed him, desperate for all of the affection he was willing to give.

“Hey, fuckers, dinner is done. Come stuff your faces so I don’t have to hear you fuck,” Kyla said from outside the door.

“Does she have to be so rude?” You asked him.

“She’s not so bad if you can get past that part.” He shrugged and jumped out of the bed.

He helped you get dressed quickly, obviously excited about the food.

“I have my doubts, Goku. Especially because you don’t even dislike the people that have tried to kill you.”

“I think everyone deserves another chance.” He shrugged and smacked your ass.

Yamcha was lounging on the couch looking completely at home when you emerged from the stairs.

“Look who it is. Thought one of you was dying up there.” He chided.

“That’s what an orgasm sounds like, not that you’d know.” You rolled your eyes and followed Goku into the kitchen.

“Harsh but I can appreciate a good burn,” Yamcha said.

“I already made you a plate, Goku.” Kyla pointed to the mountain of food on a plate next to the stove. You couldn’t help but notice she didn’t even put an empty plate out for you.

“Wanna eat off my plate?” Goku asked, licking his lips as he eyed the food.

“We’ve tried that before, it didn’t work out too well, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. Guess I don’t like sharing food.” He laughed.

He almost took off one of your fingers last time and you weren’t keen on having it happen again.

“I’ll get my own plate.” You shuffled through the cabinets until you found the plates, Kyla offering nothing as she watched you.

You were hoping to retreat back upstairs but Goku was too distracted by his food as he sat down at the table. You pulled out the chair next to him. Having dinner with Kyla and Yamcha was not something you ever thought would happen.

About halfway through dinner, you dropped your fork, turning your attention to Kyla. “Will you ever stop glaring at me? Seriously, hate me all you want, I don’t care, but stop looking at me like that.”

“Maybe I’ll stop when you stop being such a slut.” She shot back.

“Seriously?” You weren’t exactly surprised but it was annoying.

“Vegeta told me everything. You couldn’t wait until we broke up?" 

You wanted to tell her he made the first move, but it didn’t matter.

"You know what, Kyla,” you thought about everything and the guilt you felt, “I’m… I’m sorry. I truly am.”

“Sorry doesn’t mean shit, you made the choice, now you live with my hatred,” she shot back.

Goku and Yamcha remained silent, focused solely on their plates to avoid getting pulled in.

“That’s fine. I hate you too for everything you did to twist and manipulate my best friend.” You were stirring the pot but being open about everything felt great at the time.

“I didn’t know that meant you could go around spreading your legs for every man you felt bad for.” She sneered.

Goku glanced at you with a mouthful of food, clearly questioning your motives with him.

“Unlike you, I’m not into pity fucks,” you said, glancing in Yamcha’s direction.

“What the hell did I ever do to you?” Yamcha exclaimed with a mouthful of food.

“Do you really want me to talk about the shit you pulled at Bulma’s party just so you could get her to fuck you again?”

“If we’re telling secrets then why don’t I tell Kyla the real reason you were fucking Goku?” Yamcha shouted back.

“Guys-” Goku said, mouth full of food and trying to keep the peace.

“It’s not like she doesn’t already know by now.”

“No, enlighten us. Why have you been fucking Goku, especially now that you can have Vegeta?” Kyla said.

“My reasons have changed but that’s none of your business, so back the fuck off,” you said, raising your voice little by little.

“Answer the question, I wanna know,” Goku said, taking you totally by surprise.

“It’s not something I want to discuss in front of them.” You said, trying to get him to wait.

“I think she’s lying.” Kyla added fuel to the fire.

“It’s between us, not you two.” You snapped.

“Something you’re trying to hide?” Yamcha asked. Having the three of them waiting for an answer was panic inducing.

“I’m not trying to hide anything, I just need time to figure shit out.”

Goku leaned closer and spoke low, “I really do wanna know, but I can wait.”

“Don’t let her off that easy. She needs to tell you instead of dragging you along.” Kyla snapped.

“Can you stop being a bitch for like 2 seconds?” You shouted.

“Not until you admit that you’re a selfish slut that doesn’t want anyone else to have them!” Kyla stood, kicking her chair back in the process.

“It’s not like that!” You shouted back, standing up and matching her anger.

“Really? Then what would you call fucking my boyfriend and your fuck buddy at the same time and then having the audacity to be upset at the thought of Goku fucking me?!”

“I had no intention of - ”

“Don’t even fucking say it! You wanted Vegeta so goddamn bad you were willing to mess up his relationship!” Kyla looked seconds from crawling over the table to fight and you were more than ready to defend yourself.

You hated the entire situation but you were fuming. Stooping low was never something you enjoyed, but she was pissing you off.

“Maybe Vegeta wouldn’t have fucked me so easily if he was actually happy with you.”

She glared at you for a split second before launching herself across the table at you. Goku grabbed you and pulled you out of the way before she reached you.

“You never even gave us a fucking chance! You were always there pulling his attention away, asking him to hang out when you knew we had plans,” she screamed while Yamcha held her back.

“So that’s why he was always coming to me frustrated from some bullshit you pulled?” You yelled from behind Goku. He was holding you in place and you were powerless to break free.

“You fucking bitch! He only came to you because you were always feeding him bullshit about me!” She struggled against Yamcha, trying to get to you.

“I didn’t have to feed him shit. He knew what kind of person you were!” You fought to get to her, but Goku held firm.

“Goku, we may need to split them up. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold her.” Yamcha said through gritted teeth as Kyla continued to fight.

Goku pressed his fingers to his forehead and the training field materialized around you.

“Goku, I love you but if you don’t take me back there right now I’m going to lose my shit worse than I already am!”

He stared blankly at you for a moment, “um, you love me?" 

Your eyes went wide and you snapped your hand over your mouth quickly, wishing to take back every word that you’d said in the last five seconds.

"Do you?” He asked again, clearly needing some confirmation.

You kept your hand over your mouth to avoid saying anything that might complicate the situation even more.

“It’s okay if you don’t… ” he trailed off. The sadness on his normally happy face was heartbreaking. You already knew the answer to his question.

“I do,” your voice cracked and tears were seconds from falling because everything was so fucked but two things were abundantly clear, you loved him and he deserved better.

He looked as though he was expecting something different to come out and it took him a minute to process what you said.

“You- You do?” It was almost as if he didn’t fully believe it.

“Yes, but… I love you, but you deserve someone so much better than me, Goku.”

“But you’re the best and I don’t want anyone else. Isn’t that enough?” He asked, confused by your back and forth.

“Yes, that’s enough but… ” you struggled to find the words to explain your hesitation, “I still have feelings for Vegeta that I need to face.”

“Do you love him the same way you love me?”

You knew the answer, you’d known it for a long time, but it wasn’t that simple to explain.

“I-Its more complex than that.”

Goku thought about your answer before closing the distance between you and pulling you closer, “I love you too. Only you.” His hand brushed against the side of your cheek.

His words made you feel even more like shit, knowing he only wanted you but you weren’t entirely sure you only wanted him.

“Goku, I need you to let me do something and I know it’s not fair to you but I have to figure this out,” your voice trembled, unable to hide the fear that what you were about to say would be the end.

“What is it?” He asked, weary of what he was about to hear.

“I need some time with Vegeta.”

“Oh…” He said as his gaze dropped from yours.

You cupped his face and pulled him back to meet your eyes, “I need to do this so I can be sure. I still love you.” It felt odd saying it out loud like it was nothing.

“Will you come back to me?” The sadness in his eyes was almost unbearable.

“I… I can’t answer that.” Your heart was shattering into a million pieces. Goku never deserved to get hurt or used and the fact that you were the one hurting him was unbearable.

“Okay… do you want me to take you to him?” He asked, barely making eye contact with you.

“Goddammit, Goku. Can you not be fucking perfect please? Make this easier on me.” You began to sob and your legs weakened.

You covered your face as you cried, wondering what you did to deserve him and why you kept hurting him.

“I just want you to be happy.” He said in a small voice.

You sniffled and looked up at him, “aren’t you mad? Don’t you hate me for what I’ve done to you and Vegeta?”

“I love you, how could I hate you? Besides, you were honest with me from the beginning.” He stepped closer and put his arms around you, letting you cry against his chest.

“Why is this so hard? Why am I such a fucking terrible person?” You sobbed into his shirt, letting the full weight of everything fall.

He held you and smoothed his hand down your back, “you’re not terrible. You’re just… uncertain.”

He held you until your tears subsided.

“I’ll take you to Vegeta and whatever happens… I still want you to come see me.”

All you could do was nod and dread the idea of ever just being his friend.

In the blink of an eye, you were at Capsule Corp. If Vegeta wasn’t at the field during the day, he was most likely at the gravity chamber and sure enough, you could see it moving up ahead.

You turned back towards Goku,“Goku, I-” but he was already gone, obviously trying to make things easier for you.

You took a deep breath and headed for the gravity chamber. You knocked on the window and Vegeta’s eyes immediately met yours. He finished off one of the bots and turned the machine off before opening the hatch for you.

“I take it you know about Kyla?”

“Yeah… we just had the mother of all shouting matches at the dinner table,” you said as you stepped into the chamber.

“Dinner table? Why the hell were you and Kyla having dinner together?” He asked, wiping his face with a towel.

“Today has been really fucking weird, let’s leave it at that for now.”

“Fine. What are you doing here then?” He grabbed a water bottle from the table.

“I needed to talk to you, about things." 

"Then talk.” He snapped.

His short tone made you feel small, like he didn’t want to hear a word from you.

“Are you- are you mad at me?”

“Does it matter? Just say what you have to say.” He opened the bottle and began to chug.

“Nevermind, I’m not talking to you when you’re like this.” Your nerves were shredded from everything, the last thing you needed was Vegeta angry at you too.

He immediately tossed the bottle aside and wiped his mouth as he approached you, “you came all the way here and interrupted my training. Say whatever it is you came here to say.”

“I came here to say I still care about you and… and…” you were trying to force the words out but his anger threw you off.

“You still care about me? Did I give you a reason to stop caring?” He snapped, staring a hole through you.

“No, I… Vegeta, please just tell me what’s wrong,” you pleaded.

“What’s wrong?! I’ll tell you what’s wrong. You’re what’s wrong. You force your way into my life and make me care about you, then you fuck Kakarot knowing it would piss me off. And to top it all off, you made me think there was a possibility of more between us.”

“Is that what you think happened?” You raised your voice slightly as anger and hurt took you over completely.

“I know that’s what happened!”

“I fucked Goku because I needed that release. I wanted you so goddamn bad and I knew I couldn’t have you. I wanted more with you and I’m trying to figure out if that’s even a possibility now.”

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better? That you fucked him because you couldn’t tell me about your feelings?”

“We’ve already gone over this, you were with Kyla.” You felt like you were getting nowhere.

“Yes, I was with her but you still could’ve told me!”

“No, I couldn’t! And why didn’t you tell me you had feelings? This goes both ways, Vegeta!” You shouted, growing more irritated by the second.

“I’m a saiyan, we don’t openly admit feelings to everyone we meet!”

“Well Goku sure does!” You shouted and immediately wanted to take it back.

��Imbecile. Kakarot doesn’t know what feelings even are, but if you want him so badly then go be with him.”

You wanted to scream until it hurt to let all of your emotions out. It was like talking to a brick wall.

“Vegeta! I’m standing in front of you asking if you want to give it a chance! What the fuck else do you want from me?”

You expected a barrage of saiyan insults to come spewing out of his mouth, but that’s not what you got at all.

“Do you still have feelings for Kakarot?” He asked calmly.

“I- he-” He wasn’t supposed to know about your love for Goku.

“Don’t deny it. I felt the connection between the two of you the other night.”

“Yes, I do have feelings for him but I’m here talking to you right now. I want to know if this could actually work,” you admitted. Again, he didn’t go off on you.

“And how do you propose we figure that out?”

“I don’t know, talk about it?” You really just wanted one thing from him, to tell you he wanted to be with you.

“If we decide to go through with this, be together, what of your feelings for Kakarot?”

“I can’t just turn the feelings off but… I also don’t want to miss the opportunity I’ve been waiting so long for.”

“You have to make a choice between us.” He moved a little closer to you, bare chest glistening with sweat.

“I need to know if I do this with you, that you’re all in too. That it’ll work out.” You were struggling to stay focused with him so close and half naked.

“You’ll never have that certainty, woman.” He moved closer, almost flush against you.

“But I can’t just-” Before you could finish, he grabbed you and pulled you into a seering kiss.

Your body responded to him immediately. You jumped into his arms and wrapped your legs around his waist. He moved towards the nearest wall until your back was pressed against it, never once breaking the kiss.

One of your favorite Vegeta fantasies was coming true and it was just enough to silence the chaos in your head.

His hands gripped your ass, squeezing it as he continued to kiss you. Soft, gentle kisses quickly turned to desperate, feverish ones. You needed him everywhere right then and couldn’t get enough.

“Vegeta,” you panted, grinding against him.

He groaned and pulled you away from the wall, carrying you to the table a few feet away. He sat you down on the edge and unbuttoned your pants, nearly ripping them off of you. Once he tossed your panties aside, he bent down and hooked his arms beneath your thighs, lifting you up onto his shoulders.

He shoved you back against the nearest wall and proceeded to eat your cunt like he was starving. You wrapped your legs around his neck and grabbed a handful of his hair as you held on. He paused after a moment and narrowed his eyes at you.

“You let Kakarot breed you?!” He said in more of a growl than anything.

“I… yes… I went to see him and- ”

“I don’t want to hear it,” he lifted you off his shoulders and lowered you to the floor.

“Vegeta- ”

He abruptly turned you towards the wall and bent you over.

He gave no warning before shoving his cock into you, stretching you almost painfully. 

“It’s my turn to breed your tight cunt.” He growled against your ear.

“Vegeta-” you tried to turn to look at him but he gripped the back of your neck and pressed you against the wall.

“Fuck,” you moaned as he fucked you hard and fast. His anger brought out an animalistic side you had never seen in him and it was so much hotter than it had any right to be.

“You went to see him first, you let him fuck you, then you had the nerve to come here and ask for a chance? Ridiculous human,” he chided, keeping up his relentless pace.

“Vegeta, please-” you tried to move but his grasp on the back of your neck only tightened as he fucked you against the wall.

“Can’t make a simple decision, begging for one of us to make it for you.” He muttered, slamming into you over and over.

If it didn’t feel so good, you would be yelling at him for being an asshole. It wasn’t a simple decision and having him react like that was only complicating things even more.

“Admit you fucked Kakarot to piss me off,” he growled, slamming into you harder.

“I… I didn’t… ”

“Admit it!” He growled against your ear as he fucked his anger into you.

“It wasn’t like that.” You tried to hold on a little longer.

“The hell it was! There are plenty of worthless humans you could’ve done that with, but you chose him,” he snapped.

Your orgasm was seconds from leaving you a whimpering mess despite fighting it as much as you could.

“He offered!” You screamed.

“You didn’t have to accept! You wanted him, wanted to piss me off!” He gripped your hips harder.

“You’re so fucking frustrating!” You screamed at him just before your orgasm took you over completely.

“I’m frustrating? You’re the one that fucked Kakarot because you were too scared to admit your feelings,” he roared. You clenched hard around him as you came undone but he didn’t slow down, he just fucked you harder to push through.

You felt like he was going to fuck you right through the wall with the amount of force he was using. You continued to ride out your orgasm as he drove into you harder.

“Just tell me… will you end things with him for me?” He said through gritted teeth.

A few seconds passed while you caught your breath.

All you could manage was a very soft “yes.”

#goku x reader #vegeta x reader #dragon ball #dragon ball z #sweat fic #nsftumblr

[okarawrites]

Hi! I absolutely adore how you write your Vegeta, could you write a one shot of Vegeta in an established relationship with his s/o who is away for a few weeks. Cue lots of pent up sexual tension and Vegeta who can't just fly over there sending increasingly nsfw messages to his s/o which ends in phone sex with lots of dirty talk.

Thank you so much! Hope you like it :D

“I’ll be gone for 4 weeks.” You told Vegeta as you packed your suitcase. He was stood in the doorway, arms crossed. “I don’t see why that woman can’t just go on her own” He said with a huff. “Because I’m her research partner. Why? You gonna miss me?” You asked with a teasing smirk. Vegeta just grunted in response and turned his face from you. You let out a laugh. “Well, I’ll miss you too. That’s why I took the time to program these.” You said, handing him a phone. “They’re fairly basic, only texts and calls, but with these, I’ll be able to contact you all the way from new Namek.”

He examined the device in this hand. He would never say it, but you could tell he was impressed by your modification. The scouters he used to use allowed for such long-distance communication, but why didn’t allow for the sending of text messages. “Just don’t bother calling when I’m training.” He grumbled, placing the phone in his pocket.

It had taken a couple of days to reach Namek. As soon as you left the spaceship, Bulma eagerly called Yamcha, so you decided to drop Vegeta a message.

‘We just landed. Hope you’re alright and not training too hard. Love you’

You didn’t expect a reply back for quite some time so placed the phone in your bag. Much to your surprise you heard a chime indicating you had a new text.

‘Good.’

Knowing that he was near the phone, you sent another text.

‘What are you up to?’

This time he didn’t reply, so with a sigh, you put the phone back in your bag.

Every night, after your work for the day, you and Bulma would take some time to relax in the living room of the capsule house you were staying in. This particular night, you had been really missing Vegeta so Bulma suggested you both watch a film. It had been on for about 20 minutes and you were already bored stiff, so you decided to send Vegeta a text, not that he would reply, but it was worth a try.

‘You up?’

*DING*

‘Yes’

You didn’t really know what to say, and before you could make up your mind, another text popped up.

‘Is everything ok?’

‘Yeah, just a little homesick.’

‘What are you doing now?’

You were pleased at Vegeta carrying on the conversation.

‘Watching a film with Bulma’

‘That’s a shame’

You were confused by what he meant by that.

‘What do you mean?’

He didn’t reply, leaving you to carry on watching the dull movie in confusion.

Not more than 30 minutes later, you heard light snoring coming from your blue haired friend. You clicked the movie off, secretly thrilled to not be sitting through it. You gently shook Bulma “Come on sleepy, time for bed”

“Ah sorry Y/N” She said, widening her eyes to rid them of her sleepiness. “I’m ok to stay up and keep you company”

You chuckled at your friends sleepy face “It’s fine B, Vegeta actually text me finally. Now go to bed.”

“Ah I’m glad. G’night” she said as she sleepily shuffled to her room.

You turned off the lights and made your way to your own room. You got into your soft pajamas and slid beneath the sheets of your bed. You laid there for a while trying to work out what Vegeta meant by that text. You decided to text him again.

‘Well are you going to tell me or not?’

A few minutes passed before he replied.

‘That depends’

Oh this man was insufferable.

‘On what?’

‘What are you doing now?’

‘I’m in bed. Why?’

‘Me too.’

That text, even though very simple, made you realise exactly where Vegeta’s thoughts were, so you decided to play along.

‘Good’

You knew he would be annoyed by your one-word response. And as much as the thought of winding Vegeta up made you smile; you wanted this conversation to continue to you sent another message.

‘How are you coping without me?’

‘Fine.’

‘I bet that gravity chamber has taken a beating.’

‘Well I have been keeping up with my training’

‘And you take your frustrations out on those bots too.’

There were a few minutes before he replied.

‘What are you wearing?’

You smirked as your read the question.

‘My grey pjs. You?

‘The soft ones?’

‘Yeah, those ones. And you didn’t tell what you’re wearing’

‘Nothing’

You felt heat pool at your core at the thought of him laying between your bedsheets naked. You bit your lower lip as you typed your reply.

‘You’re making me wish I was there’

Taking that as a go ahead, Vegeta got a little more heated with his texts,

‘Pinch your nipples through your top. They strain against that fabric so well when they’re hard’

You felt yourself get wet as you carried out his instructions, letting out a barely audible moan.

Before you could reply your phone beeped again

‘Have you done it?’

‘Yeah’

‘Good, how did it feel?’

‘Frustrating that is wasn’t you doing it for me’

‘I would have done a lot more than just pinch’

You decided to take it up a notch

‘You better be hard for me.’

‘As a rock’

‘You have no idea how much I wish I was taking you down my throat right now.’

‘Take your clothes off now’

You rid yourself of your top and kicked off your trousers quickly, settling back in the sheets to reply.

‘Done, what would you like me to do now my Prince?’

Seconds after you send that your phone started ringing.

You picked up and instantly knew Vegeta was pleasuring himself on the other end. His voice was rough and he was breathing a bit heavier than usual. “Rub your clit.” He demanded

You dipped your fingers in between your slick folds and began rubbing over your sensitive bundle of nerves. You let a moan pass through your lips, earning a groan from Vegeta “That’s it. I bet you’re dripping with arousal thinking about me taking your mouth.”

“Vegeta, I want it so bad” you nearly cried. “Put your fingers inside your pussy for me.” His voice was low. Let about another moan. “Fuck Vegeta, I need your cock so bad”

“Pump your fingers in and out. Not that it would feel half as good as me fucking your tight little hole.” His voice was getting more breathless, telling you he was now pumping himself even harder now.

“Ah Vegeta, I’m getting close” you panted

“You better not stop fucking that pussy until your hand is soaked in your cum” His words were practically growls at this point which pushed you over the edge. You let out a shaky moan as you came to the sound of a gasp followed by a few grunts on the other end of the line. He was silent other than his breathing by the time you came down from your high.

You let out a little laugh. “Well that was unexpected, but needed”. You heard him let out a satisfied grunt. You heard him let out a yawn “You better clean that up, I don’t want to come home to dirty sheets” You heard him put the phone on the side and shuffle about to retrieve a tissue. Once he had cleaned up he picked the phone up again “I’ve missed you” he admitted quietly. “I’ve missed you too. I’ll be back soon. I love you.” You replied “I love you too” he said, his voice heavy with sleepiness. A smile spread across your face. “Goodnight Vegeta” all you hear was a gentle snore before you clicked off the call.

#Okara Writes Vegeta #vegeta x reader #vegeta #dbz #spicy

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request: jealous!vegeta leading to a smutty happily ever after pairing: vegeta x fem!reader warnings: language, blood, snarky comments, smut (OBVIOUSLY), and other things that young children should not experience word count: 15K (do NOT judge me) a/n: i HOPE i did this justice. this is my FIRST EVER SMUT. i am trash at writing it. @thegodbucky​ deserves a medal for enduring me during this time of exteme self consciousness and self depreciation. if you like it, feel free to request more!

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It’s not uncommon for you to spend a couple hours after a training day patching everyone up. Sure, the Saiyans have faster healing than regular humans, but even they need stitches most days. 

Right now, it’s Yamcha. He’s not always still, and he tries to talk the whole time, but you know it’s just a coping mechanism for the pain.

“Tch,” Vegeta scoffs from where he’s lounging in the chair behind you. “Man up, Yamcha. It’s just a few stitches.”

Yamcha turns his head, “Hey, Vegeta! Not all of us are soulless like you. Some of us still feel pain. 

“Why you slimy little bast-”

“Stop it!” 

You turn your head to look back at the Saiyan with a scowl on your lips. Your eyes are narrowed and the sight alone makes him turn his head, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Sorry, Yamcha, I know it hurts,” you murmur to him, running a thumb down his bicep. “Give me just a few more minutes and it’ll all be over, okay sweetie?”

The fighter blushes at the nickname, distracted long enough for you to clean out his last wound and pull it back together with a butterfly bandage. Yamcha kisses you on the cheek and hops down from the hospital bed, flashing Vegeta a glare before finally walking out the back door. 

“Alright, Krillin! Your turn!”

Vegeta’s head spins, “E-Excuse me?! I was here first!”

You sigh, “What are you, ten? Humans first, Saiyan. You heal faster, most of your wounds will already be fine before I can touch them with a suture.”

Vegeta clicks his tongue and his nostrils flare, “Tch, you rude little earthling. I should be the first one you tend to. I am Prince-”

“The Mighty Prince Vegeta!” You roll your eyes, mimicking his voice as best you can. You sigh, encouraging Krillin to hop up onto the bed, “Vegeta, it would be a waste of supplies. Look, your eyebrow has already healed since I started. I would’ve wasted two or three stitches on that if I tended to you first.”

As you speak, you start to clean Krillin’s various wounds. He has a few on his face, but it’s mostly his knuckles. He chuckles as you rub the antiseptic on his bloody hands, “Goku’s a lot stronger than he used to be. Even when I can land a punch, I take damage almost as much as he does!”

“Aw, Krillin! You’re still one of the best warriors I know!” Goku chimes from across the room where he’s sucking down a protein shake. You smile at the two, wrapping bandages around both of Krillin’s knuckles to seal the wounds from outside air.

“You’re the best, doc!” Krillin flexes his hands just enough to get comfortable underneath the cloth bandages. He grins up at you and squeezes your bicep before leaping down from the table and rushing out of the room to go grab something to eat. 

You turn to tell Goku that it’s his turn, but Vegeta is already on the bed, eyes dark and insistent, lips in a fine line.

“Excuse me?” you raise a brow, “Did I call your number?”

“You didn’t give me a number, woman,” Vegeta crosses his arms, looking down on you in such a way that he’s trying to make you feel small. “It’s my turn.”

Shaking your head, you point to Goku, “I think I said Goku was after Krillin.”

“I will not let you treat that low-class Saiyan before me.” Vegeta swallows and turns so he can remove his shirt. You have to hold in a gasp at the sight of his physique so close in front of you. You’ve seen it a dozen times before - Vegeta has been here for years now. And yet, every time he moves, it captures your attention. You’d never tell him, though. He’d either scoff at you or reprimand you for gawking at his royal body. 

Goku says something along the lines of sure, treat Vegeta first because he’s kind and caring, and so you shut your mouth and break out the antiseptic wipes and start working on his cuts. 

Vegeta sits still, his eyes trained on you as you work. Your hands are quick, washing his wounds before stitching and bandaging them back together. You worked alongside Bulma to engineer a medical spray that accelerates healing, but you don’t use it on the Saiyans unless there is a really horrible injury and no senzu beans at the ready. Still, his eyes are boring into you, forcing a blush to creep up your neck and onto your cheeks. It makes your hands sweat and you almost lose a suture. 

“Can you quit that?” you snap finally, yanking a stitch through on his bicep. 

His brow raises and he leans away from you, snarling at the feel of the stitch tearing through his skin. 

“Why you little bi-”

“I dare you to finish that sentence.”

Your hands are on your hips and your eyes are narrowed, daring him with your facial expressions just as much as your words. He does not budge, the both of you locked in some sort of staring battle. You blink but do not waver, even when you feel his knees knock against your thighs. 

Finally he breaks, turning to look downward at his cracked boot. You’re sure he has some sort of bruised bone that is bothering him, but that’s not what you’re focused on right now. 

“If you’d stop looking at me like I was the enemy, this would go much quicker.” You pull on his arm, tying off another suture. “You’re making me very self-conscious of what I’m doing.”

Vegeta sighs, reconnecting your gaze after another moment. You swear he might just apologize, but the thought dies when no words escape from his lips after a second too long of waiting. You scoff and wrap up the wound on his arm, moving to research the wounds on his face. 

“Mostly bruising,” you murmur, running your thumb over a yellowed spot on his jawline. You shake your head, “You’ve got a split in your lip and in your brow, but with your metabolism, they should heal before the day is over. No stitches needed.”

Vegeta nods, a silent thank you. You know that you’ll never receive a verbal one, so you take what you can get around the proud Saiyan warrior. A sigh escapes your lips and you find your thumb brushing over the shallow split in his lower lip, imagining for a mere moment what his mouth would taste like on yours. 

The Saiyan Prince steps down from the bed and your chests brush. His usual scowl turns to a gentle smirk and you know that is as close to a smile as you’ll get any time soon. 

“Don’t get your ass kicked next time,” you mumble, tracing the bandage on his bicep. “And go raise that foot. I know it’s bothering you, but the bruise will wear off in time, especially if you keep it elevated or on ice.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He’s supposed to be patronizing you, but the way it comes out from his mouth makes the both of you blush. 

Goku pushes his way through the two of you to sit on the table, “Okay, my turn!”

You laugh, turning towards the child-like fighter with a fresh canister of bandaging spray in one hand and sutures in the other. “All right, Goku. Let me take a look at you.”

As Vegeta is walking away, his pride is wounded when he hears you and his rival laughing like life-long friends. He carries this burden on his shoulders, always striving for your attention, but always falling short.

In a fleeting moment, the prince wonders when he’ll ever be enough.

–

Bulma is famous for her massive cook outs. She orders the food and schedules the entertainment, all everyone else has to do is show up. You walk in with Tien’s arm threaded through your own, your head laid against his shoulder as you two share conversation on the way into the gathering. 

“Thanks for the ride, Tien,” you say, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. “Just let me know when you’re ready to head out, okay?”

He nods and heads over to Yamcha and Krillin, making conversation. You turn to the pool and find your way to Bulma and Chi-Chi, grabbing a fruity drink off of one of the waiters on your way.

“You always outdo yourself, Bulma.” You get yourself comfortable in the afternoon sun, the warmth from the gentle golden glow falling on the exposed skin of your legs. You smile, turning to tap your drink against hers before taking a long sip. “What are we celebrating this time?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to throw a party!” Bulma giggles, her hand against her chest. She tips her sunglasses down to look you in the eyes, “I saw you came in with Tien? What’s that all about?”

Turning so you can look at her, you rest your chin on your palm, “He offered me a ride. Literally! We flew here!”

Chi-Chi raises a brow while fighting a smirk. She chuffs, “Better not let him get alone with Vegeta, then. He might kick him across the courtyard if he finds out he brought you.”

You can’t stop the scoff that parts your lips, “Are you kidding? Vegeta?” You wave your hand and take another long sip of your drink. From behind your glasses you’re searching for the Saiyan, “Vegeta just likes to be angry.”

“Ah ah ah,” Bulma shakes her head, leaning closer to you. She smiles devilishly and the way her eyes sparkle makes you feel the insecurities creeping in again like spiders crawling down your spine. “He’s always so jealous whenever you’re with any of the other fighters.”

Chi-Chi joins in, a wide smile on her face, “Goku is always talking about how Vegeta is in a bad mood when they leave the med bay after getting stitched up.”

“Yeah, of course,” you laugh, crossing your arms and leaning back. You try to fight the blush that’s working it’s way up your neck - you hope that they will blame the pink tint on your skin to the heat of the sun. “He’s always pissed after he leaves because I’ve been prodding him with a needle!”

“Nah,” Bulma closes her eyes and drinks in the sun, tilting her head upward. “I think it’s because you’re so nice to everyone else and it makes him jealous.”

You take a deep breath and try to absorb what she’s just said. There is no way Vegeta, that stuck-up Saiyan royal, cares how you treat any of the other fighters versus how you treat him. He’s always been indifferent towards you, always scoffed every time you walk into the room. You’re sure his eyes are stuck perpetually rolling when you’re around.

“I treat every one of the fighters just the same,” you argue, tilting your head so your face is under the shade of the umbrella. “Vegeta just doesn’t need as much babying as the others do.”

Chi-Chi giggles under her breath, “Oh, you sweet thing. I’m sure Vegeta would love to be babied by you.”

You wave your hand in dismissal at her suggestion, trying to find the Saiyan prince in the crowd. You lick your lips, “The last thing Vegeta wants is for me to call him sweetheart.”

Before the conversation can continue, you stand to your feet and finish off your drink. You look down at Bulma as you peel your top off, revealing the bathing suit underneath. She smirks at you before unwrapping her own cover up, “C’mon, I’ll have them turn on the hot tub.”

The three of you are grabbing towels and walking across the backyard to get to the hot tub when you hear a familiar voice shouting across the courtyard. 

Bulma and Chi-Chi groan simultaneously, “Roshi.”

You laugh at the arrival of the old geezer. Sure, he’s a pervert, but for the most part, he’s harmless. You wave at him, which he thinks is permission to scamper over to the hot tub and ogle at every inch of your available skin. You smack his cheek gently so he’ll move his eyesight away from your personal bits, but you don’t take it too personally. 

Roshi says something about your body, but it’s said so quickly and in such a high pitch that you can’t really make out exactly what it is. 

As you’re about to admonish Roshi for his wandering gaze and perverted words, you hear Goku’s shout from just a few feet away, “Vegeta! What the hell?! Do you sense a new power level?! I don’t sense anything!”

Goku touches his forehead to search for familiar power levels, but his brow is furrowed. You can’t help the way your jaw drops when you look just to the left of him to see Vegeta in full-blown Super Saiyan, blonde hair wafting in the afternoon wind and eyes a blue blaze as he glowers in your general direction. 

“Shut up, you idiot,” Vegeta grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. He scowls and tears his eyes away from you, shifting his feet so he can turn to glower in the opposite direction. A moment later, his super form falls and his hair loses its glimmer, his muscles deflating just slightly. 

Bulma nudges you with her elbow, “See?”

You roll your eyes and step into the hot tub. Roshi acts like he’s going to follow you in, but when Vegeta’s hair burns bright again, he slinks away from the hot tub and makes his way over to the dessert table to start stuffing his face. 

“Hey Goku!” Chi-Chi calls her husband over. Goku smiles wide and drags Vegeta with him as he comes over to the hot tub. He leans his elbow against the edge, chin against his palm as he waits for Chi-Chi’s next words. 

She pats the edge of the hot tub, “You guys should come in with us!”

Goku doesn’t need much more direction than that before he’s stripping down to the compression shorts he wears beneath his signature orange fighting gi. He leans across to sling an arm around Chi-Chi, tucking her smaller body against his side. 

“C’mon, Vegeta!” Goku splashes a little bit of water in midair, a giggle not far behind. His eyes squint closed when he smiles at his rival-turned-ally. “It feels great!”

Vegeta is practically growling at the child-like Saiyan, the rumbling building in his chest, “I will not subject myself to-”

“Get in.”

You raise a brow, looking down at him from the hot tub. You smirk, rising just a bit out of the water to lean over the edge of the tub and rest your chin on your crossed arms, “We don’t bite.”

“And how can I be sure of that?” he asks, but you notice that he’s toeing off his boots and grasping at the clasps of his armor to remove his chestplate. Vegeta grunts, “You do have some pointy teeth.”

You can’t help the grin that lights up your eyes, “You’re one to talk, Saiyan,” he’s climbing up the stairs now, his feet making the water ripple, “you literally have fangs.”

Vegeta bares his teeth at you as he settles into the corner of the tub between you and Bulma. You laugh, leaning into his shoulder. It’s a test, to see if he recoils from you. He does hesitate when he first feels the bare skin of your arm, but he doesn’t act as if he’s been burnt, so you take it as a good sign.

Your thigh is pressed against his underwater, and you try to tell yourself that it’s the heat of the bath that’s making your cheeks burn red. A server brings more drinks and you find yourself snatching up two to try and help yourself get comfortable with the Saiyan who is practically parallel with your body, from shoulder to ankle. 

A while later, Tien approaches the hot tub and leans against the edge, tapping you on the shoulder, “You ready to go here in a little bit?”

You spare a glance over your shoulder to see the edge of Vegeta’s hairline flickering somewhere between blonde and brunette. A part of you wonders how much longer you can drag out your time with the Saiyan. 

“I’m taking her home.”

Apparently, Vegeta has made the decision for you. 

You don’t miss the way his arm slides around your shoulders as he leans back to look Tien in the eyes, a sarcastic smile tugging his lips upward. You’re not sure if you’ve ever seen Vegeta smile genuinely, so you know that Tien can sense the hostility.

Tien raises a brow, turning to look at you. All you can do in return is shrug, and he takes that for his answer. He sighs, “All right, sounds good. I’ll see you next time, okay?”

“Okay, Tien,” you lean forward to plant a kiss on Tien’s cheek, smiling at him as he pulls away. As you turn back to resituate yourself, Vegeta’s fingers curl around your shoulder, tucking you close much like Goku has done with his wife. It must be the liquor coursing through your system, because you don’t push him away, but rather lean into him as Bulma brings up her latest project she’s been working on. 

As the engineer talks in words that none of you can really understand, you can only pay attention to the way Vegeta’s thumb is brushing gently over your shoulder, almost tenderly. Underneath the barrier of the water, you slide your hand to his thigh, brushing your thumbnail against the hem of his shorts. His breath hitches, his throat bobbing. You feel his thigh muscles tense underneath your touch and you allow yourself a small grin out of satisfaction alone. 

It’s late enough in the afternoon now that the sun has set and it’s growing dark, so the placement of your hand isn’t obvious. Maybe that’s the only reason why Vegeta does not slap your hand away or make a scene.

Finally, you’re yawning and most of the guests have cleared out, the vendors packing away their things as well. You feel a squeeze to your shoulder and it jars you awake, your head lolling against a shoulder, “Hmm?”

A chuckle resonates beside you, “Come on, silly woman. Let’s get you home.”

Your mind races with what that could mean. Does he want to take you home? Does he want to stay at your home? The after-buzz of Bulma’s strong party drinks makes your heart race with ideas. 

“You gonna fly me there?” you ask him as the others start clambering out of the hot tub and start drying off. Vegeta scoffs, “How else do you plan for us to get there?”

You raise a hand in indignation, “All right, all right. No need to get snippy.”

As you stand to climb out of the hot tub, you almost slip on the first stair, but Vegeta’s hands grip you by the hips to keep you standing upright. You whisper a thank you over your shoulder and he merely nods in return. You’re sure that he’s bruised you from where he grabbed you, but the stinging sensation on your skin only does more to drive you wild.

You say your final thank you’s to Bulma and then, in your delirious, semi-intoxicated state, you turn to Vegeta and hold your arms out, “Well?”

“Tch,” he rolls his eyes, “you foul earthling. You never cease to confuse me.”

Vegeta turns around and squats just enough that you get the gist of what he’s beckoning you to do. You reach forward, gripping his shoulders tightly as you get ready to hop onto his back. As soon as your thighs make contact with his hips, he pounces into the air and you let out a squeal.

Your legs wrap around his waist, arms tightening against his throat. Ducking your head into his shoulder, you giggle, “You scared me!”

“Be braver,” he speaks simply.

The wind rushes through your hair and his arms around your legs make you feel like you’re still sipping on one of Bulma’s fruity drinks. You rest your chin on his shoulder, your temple against the shell of his ear as you watch the sights go by.

It isn’t long before you’re back at your apartment in the city. Vegeta lands on the balcony, lowering himself so you can slide down without much hassle. Your arms don’t leave his body, even when you’ve removed yourself from his back.

“Why did you go Super Saiyan at the party?” you ask, running your thumb over the ridges in his chestplate. He hasn’t turned around yet and you take advantage of the moment. Your eyes wander over the cuts and cracks in his armor, no matter how small. It’s a stark reminder of what his normal life is like - there is always another battle. Would there ever be time for anything else other than the next fight?

“I got angry,” Vegeta answers after a few minutes.

Your voice turns shaky, “At wh-what?”

His eyes are dark as he looks at you over his shoulder, “Isn’t it obvious?”

Maybe it’s the way his irises are glimmering under the moonlight. Maybe it’s the fruity liquor running through your veins. Maybe it’s the way your heart is beating faster the closer you get to him.

Whatever it is, it leads you to him.

Your fingers curl around the edges of his chestplate and your eyes track the pulse thumping against his neck and the way his jaw quivers under the stress of the bite of his teeth. Vegeta tilts his head, considering you closely.

“I want to hear you say it,” you tell him. Your voice is breathy and you’ve pushed yourself up on your toes to try and get closer to him.

Vegeta’s palms steady you at the base of your hips, reminding you of how he caught you earlier when you were about to face plant at the hot tub. You smile at the memory, your fingertips traveling up over his chest and up to rest against his neck. You feel the hair at the nape of his neck sift between your fingers.

“I don’t like it when other people look at you,” he admits through his teeth. Vegeta is almost snarling at you as he speaks, pulling you closer so your chests are brushing. You gasp at the contact, your eyes threatening to shutter closed. You glance up at him with half-hooded lids, “Look at me like what?”

He leans down, the tip of his nose ghosting down the bridge of yours, “Like the way I look at you.”

His lips brush over cupid’s bow and your eyes flutter shut. You card your hand into his hair, your free hand gripping his shoulder like a vice. Vegeta’s mouth captures yours, palming at you with his hands against your lower back to keep you close. You feel a moan surface from the back of your throat, but the sound only spurs the Saiyan on. He pushes you against the brick wall, hoisting you up with one arm around your waist. 

Vegeta slots his knee between your thighs to help hold you up, and it’s like you’re practically sitting in his lap in midair. You comb your fingers through his hair and feel the pulsating energy of his super form threatening to push through. A smirk works its way on your lips when his hand glides up your abdomen, thumb trailing between the valley of your chest and over your collarbones. His palm gets threateningly close to your throat and you wonder if or when he’ll squeeze the sensitive flesh of your neck.

You gasp when the pad of his thumb finds its way to the throbbing vein in your neck. He uses the soft flesh to tilt your head upward, leaving your skin bare and exposed in the balmy night air.

“You’re whimpering, angel,” Vegeta’s voice is gentle, the furthest thing from patronizing while still managing to be sarcastic. His nose brushes down over your cheek to your jaw, the puff of his breath against your neck bringing forth chill bumps on every inch of your skin. 

The way your body is leaning into his is nothing short of wanton. Your fingernails rake against his scalp as you guide him to the various sensitive parts of your upper body - your neck, your jaw, your collarbone. His mouth leaves a blazing trail everywhere it touches and only leaves you wanting more.

A shout from below startles the both of you and Vegeta shields your body with his own, pressing you even more flush with the brick wall of your apartment balcony. The noise was from a group of teenagers passing down the street, but it breaks you from your stupor. 

You laugh, dropping your head to his chest. Vegeta is rolling his eyes, you’re sure of it. His palms run down your sides until he wraps you up in his arms, hoisting you into midair. You squeal at the motion and throw yourself into him with your arms around his neck to keep yourself steady. 

Vegeta slides the balcony door open with the toe of his boot, carrying you through until he can deposit you on the bed, gently placing you there. He’s now hovering over you with his irises turning dark, thumbs circling the soft skin of your knee, slowly trailing up your thigh. You try to lean up to meet him halfway because your lips are aching to feel the touch of his kiss again, but he shakes his head, “Uh uh. Stay there. I’ll come to you.”

The short intake of breath that parts your lips makes Vegeta smirk. He gnaws on his lower lip as he loiters over you, thumbs circling your thighs in a tantalizing way. The way the pads of his fingers burn into your skin is like torture. All you want is to yank him by his armor to kiss the life out of you, but the way his eyes are boring into you tells you that you really should listen to what he said just a moment ago.

He leans forward, spreading your knees further apart so his thick frame can fit between your thighs. Vegeta’s body is heavy when he finally presses himself into you, his head tilted as he deposits warm kisses against your clothed body, starting at your navel and working upward. The obscene sound his wet lips make against the bare skin of your chest gives you gooseflesh. He nudges his nose over the swell of your breast as he uses his thumbs to hike up your cover up dress, the tip of his nail scraping gently against the back of your thighs, dangerously close to the hem of your bathing suit. 

A horn honks outside and it reminds him that the door was left open. Vegeta grunts before extracting himself from you, “I’m going to make sure all the doors are closed and locked, okay?”

You nod, tugging him by the neck for another kiss square on the mouth. He pulls away after a long few seconds, squeezing your thighs beneath the cover up. Before he completely removes himself from you, he slaps the sensitive skin of your thighs quickly, but all it does is allow another whimper to fall from your lips.

“I’ll be right back.”

Vegeta does a quick walkthrough of your apartment, making sure that your exit doors are closed and everything is in order before walking back to your bedroom. 

The position you’re in when he returns was not one that he would expect.

You’re wrapped under the sheets, your bathing suit and cover up discarded on the floor. The entirety of your legs are exposed, but your chest and waist are covered by the thin sheet. If he were to look hard enough, he’s sure he could see whatever he wanted, but the Saiyan prince knows more about respect and pride than to do that. 

Gentle snores pour out of your body, your chest heaving up and down consistently as breath blows out through your lips. You’re curled against a pillow, eyes shut but still active behind your eyelids. He allows himself to wonder what exactly you’re dreaming about. 

Vegeta reaches forward and brushes your hair out of your eyes, a sad smile on his lips, “I knew you were too good to be true.”

A kiss is planted on your forehead before he slips out of the balcony doorway and flies away into the night.

–

You’re not surprised to feel the thud of a slight hangover the next morning. Your eyes are practically glued shut, but luckily all of your window blinds are shut and none of your lights were left on in your drunken stupor the night before. You run your fingertips against your lips, the faint buzz of your dream still playing like a movie as you close your eyelids.

Vegeta kissed me.

Of course it was a dream. You know Vegeta isn’t one to care for physical affection unless you count an uppercut as a caress. And even though you were drunk by the end of Bulma’s party, you would have a distinct reminder if the Saiyan landed a blow somewhere on you. 

For now, you’ll have to settle with the ghost of a kiss on your lips and the thought of what his mouth might taste like.

–

You trudge back to Capsule Corporation, a full thermos of coffee in your hands and a pair of sunglasses covering your eyes. You nod to the front desk receptionist before heading to the med bay to start your day. 

It’s quiet for the first few hours - you’re mostly organizing the office and ordering medical supplies. You’re put in touch with Yajirobe to discuss the senzu bean supply and also to ship him some of Bulma’s leftovers in thanks for the beans. 

Once the sun starts to set and you open the windows to let a clean breeze roll in, you hear the two Saiyans out on the front lawn arguing about something. You laugh - no matter how much Vegeta wants to argue it, he and Goku have become something akin to brothers. Definitely more so in the no one can kill you but me way, but it’s still some form of family.

You’re washing beakers when the two stop by for their daily dose of vitamins. Goku gulps his down with a full bottle of water before turning to you, “Thanks! I still can’t believe Bulma hired someone as cool as you to be our doc!”

A bashful laugh escapes your lips - it doesn’t matter that Goku is married or that he is not necessarily what you would want in a partner, the bulky Saiyan’s compliment still sends a blush to bloom on the apples of your cheeks. You look down at your feet, your bland non-slip shoes tucked against one another at the arch, “Thanks, Goku. You’re not half bad yourself.”

Vegeta scoffs and tosses his little disposable cup in the garbage, sipping on a bottle of water, “Kakarrot, could you be anymore embarrassing?”

“Hey, Vegeta, that’s not nice!”

Goku leans on your shoulder, “Chi Chi offered to cook a really big dinner for everyone this afternoon. Do you wanna come?”

You pluck an already clean glass from the countertop and start wiping at it with a washcloth, “I-uh, I wouldn’t want to impose, Goku. I know I’m not a fighter or anything…”

“Nonsense,” Vegeta clicks his tongue, “Goku’s wife always makes too much food. There will be more than enough.”

And that’s how you find yourself sitting down at the outdoor dinner table at Goku’s farm.

Vegeta is on your right, and he passes you food as they all eat mercilessly. His hand brushes your thigh under the tablecloth and you feel your whole body tense at the motion. You swallow thickly and force yourself to eat another piece of grilled meat. You’re confused when he leaves his hand there, mostly because it is impeding the speed with which he can shovel food down his throat. 

“So,” Bulma speaks up after a mouthful of rice, “Is everyone still treating you right at Capsule? You haven’t had any issues with any of the other staff, have you?”

You shake your head, taking a sip of your drink before answering, “Oh, no, everyone is so kind!”

“What about the boys?” Chi Chi adds, raising a brow as she looks between Goku and Krillin, “Are they all being civil?”

A laugh bubbles up from your chest, “Oh, sometimes they squirm when I’m stitching them up, but for the most part they’re all compliant.”

Vegeta barks out a laugh, “Yamcha almost needed more stitches because he couldn’t sit still for the first ones.”

You narrow your eyes and turn to him, instinctively reaching under the table to squeeze his hand. Yamcha is sitting across the table, next to Bulma, and his face turns bright red at the comment. He goes to say something in retaliation to Vegeta, but everyone is shocked to see you and the Saiyan Prince having a silent conversation with your eyes. 

Vegeta snarls as he looks down at you. The pressure of your hand squeezing his palm actually causes him to wince, mostly out of surprise rather than pain. He tilts his head and you raise your right brow just enough that he gets the gist of what you mean. The harshness of the look on your face softens when you feel his palm turn over against your thigh, fingers slotting between the spaces of your hand.

“In Yamcha’s defense, it was a really nasty wound,” Vegeta grits out between his teeth before returning to the food on his plate.

Everyone is quiet for another moment and then they continue on as if nothing has happened. Your fingers stay intertwined with Vegeta’s, the feel of his gloved hand warm in your own. He keeps his head ducked, unable to look you in the eyes after his outburst.

“I’ll help you with the dishes,” you mention as you stand to your feet alongside Chi -Chi. She grabs a few plates off of the table, “Oh, that’s fine. No need!” 

You shake your head, “Oh, I’m sure you don’t get much help from these dunderheads! Let me do the first round.”

She relents, leaving you in the kitchen by yourself while the rest of the fighters and friends culminate around the bonfire that Goku has lit. You watch through the picture window in the kitchen as they all share drinks and laughs.

It’s another twenty minutes before the kitchen door opens, giving way to heavy muscle and dark eyes. Your breath hitches in your throat as he leans against the countertop beside you, arms crossed over his chest. You lick your lips and turn just enough to look at him, “Is everything okay?”

Vegeta grunts, “Tch. I can’t stand to be around them for more than a few minutes.”

“Your little comment about Yamcha earlier was really uncalled for.” You keep your hands busy by dunking them in the dishwater and continuing to scrub away at the plates and bowls. You take a short breath, “But I was more surprised by your attempt at an apology than the remark.”

“You can be intimidating when you try,” he mumbles, leaning his head back against the cabinets. Vegeta sighs, “Besides, the last thing I need is Bulma trying to defend that clown. She’s already irritable when we’re all just breathing.”

You can’t help a laugh, tilting your chin against your shoulder to conceal your giggle. You shake your head, “Be careful, she might be able to hear you.”

The smallest of smiles tilts the corner of Vegeta’s mouth and you wonder why every moment can’t be like this. Why can’t he be a proud man who smiles when things are funny? Why can’t he train to become stronger but also be gentle when it’s necessary?

You wipe your hands on a kitchen cloth, turning so your hip is pressed to the counter. Eying him, you smirk, “If I didn’t know any better, you’re jealous.”

“J-Jeal-” Vegeta chokes on his words, stumbling forward a half-step. The cap of his knee juts into your thigh and you laugh again at his actions. The prince catches himself midair, “I-How dare you? That would imply I care about-”

At just that moment, Chi Chi opens the door with the offer of finishing the dishes tumbling from her lips. She smiles and you wipe the remainder of the soap off your hands, “Sure, Chi Chi! Hopefully I did enough to be considered respectable. I really appreciate you cooking dinner for us.”

She squeezes your arms and then takes the position in front of the sink, hands wrist-deep in dishwater. You brush past Vegeta on the way out the door, careful to throw a glance over your shoulder to see him watching you as you leave. 

You don’t speak to him for the rest of the night, his sentence he wasn’t able to finish rattling around in your brain.

That would imply I care-

-about you.

Sure, he didn’t say it, but he might as well have.

You always thought Vegeta could never care for you in that way, but to hear it projected from his lips makes your heart burn. You wring your hands in your lap, unable to finish the drink Bulma made you. The fire is crackling in front of you, and Vegeta finds his way to the seat next to yours. Usually you would find a reason to lean closer so you could brush even just your elbows against his armor, but now you find yourself curling in on your own body, cradling your drink against your chest. 

The next few weeks are strange. You’re calling in sick and requesting an assistant to help you patch up the fighters when they come back in from intense training sessions. It’s not rare for Vegeta and Goku to need minor patching up, but it seems like since the night of the cookout, Vegeta always needs something stitched. You wonder if he’s self-inflicting wounds just to watch you squirm.

“You’re subpar,” he spats at your assistant one afternoon, a snarl on his lips. Vegeta scoffs, “I won’t let you touch me any longer.” He calls out your name and you barely lift your head from where you’re writing down formulas and equations. The faraway look in your eyes makes a chill settle in his spine, but he pushes the cold feeling away, “I’ll take this poor treatment no longer. I deserve the best care!”

You sigh and roll your eyes, “She’s doing a great job.”

“Tch! Seriously?!” Vegeta stands to his feet, a loop of suture work dangling from the skin of his arm, “I will not stand to be treated this way.”

“Then leave.”

Vegeta’s voice catches in his throat, a strangled noise echoing behind his tongue. His jaw muscles pulsate under the strain of his gritted teeth. Fists are tight at his sides, “A-Are you-”

“If you’re not happy with the way you’re being treated,” you tilt your head to look him in the eye for a short moment, “then go somewhere else.”

The Saiyan prince is taken aback by your stern words and harsh eyes. His jaw is left open as you turn your gaze back to your notes, pen scratching letters and numbers into the pages. You’re not surprised to hear the thudding of boots followed by the loud echo of the door slamming as Vegeta makes his exit. 

You sigh, sparing a glance toward the closed door, the stubborn Saiyan no doubt miles away by now. 

–

The looks he passes you when walking down the halls and across the courtyard is enough to make your heart go mad. You feel your chest tighten when he doesn’t give you the standard greeting, but you know that deep down, you’re to blame. You’re the one who embarrassed him. 

It takes another month or so for Goku to finally need a deeper set of stitches. 

“Vegeta has been really angry lately,” he comments, wincing through another set of sutures. He sighs, brushing his palm against the back of his neck, “Are you guys fighting or something?”

You choke on your own saliva, the threat of tears stinging in the back of your eyes. You take a short breath, “I don’t know, Goku.”

“Hey,” Goku grasps you gently by the bicep, “Are you okay?”

You swallow the emotion sticking in your throat like paste and drop your head to his shoulder, thankful you finished the final stitch moments before he asked his horrible question. Your palms rest against his chest as you try to regulate your breathing. Goku is nothing if not a brick wall, and it’s times like these where you’re glad to be his friend.

“I-I hate this back and forth!” You sniffle, turning so your cheek is against his shoulder, your eyes focusing on the scenery just outside the window. It’s a beautiful spring day, you should be outside wandering through the tall grass and plucking wild flowers. 

Goku’s arms encase your body, hugging you tight. You’re thankful that he can at least pick up on this social cue instead of how he normally reacts to human affection. 

“It’s so annoying the way Vegeta keeps going back and forth,” you try to remember to take short breaths as your head begins to spin. A hiccup parts your lips, “One moment, he’s holding my hand and leaning into me and complimenting me and the next he’s saying he doesn’t care and pulling away…it’s so…frustrating!”

“Have you talked to him?” He asks the question like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

You rub your nose against his gi, not caring if you get it dirty because it’s already soaked in sweat. You thumb at the collar, “Vegeta is not the most approachable.”

Goku laughs, pressing his cheek atop your head while he squeezes you tight, “Well, I think you should just talk with him. I bet you’d be surprised to see what he’d say!”

The idea alone makes you anxious, worry balling up in your belly like spiders threatening to crawl up into your chest and make a home there. Your body quivers, two tears falling from each of your eyes, wetting your cheeks. 

“Kakarot!” 

You’re shocked at the sound of Vegeta’s voice echoing in the medical bay treating room.

“What are you doing to her?! Why is she crying?” Vegeta’s boots are loud as he thunders into the room, eyes wide and brows raised. “What have you done, you imbecile? Do I need to strike you down where you stand?”

You shy away from the Saiyan prince as he bolsters towards you. Your body hides behind Goku’s, fingertips trembling against the bright orange fabric of his gi. 

“Vegeta, what the hell?” Goku shakes his head, “I didn’t do anything! She’s crying about you!”

The Prince’s pupils dilate as he stutters in place. His feet shuffle against the tile floor, “Wh-What?”

Goku rolls his eyes and takes a step forward, motioning with his hands, “You made her cry, Vegeta! So you can stop yelling at me. I didn’t do nothin’.”

Vegeta leans around to look at you, “Wh-What is he talking about?”

You curl your hands together, cradling them against your chest. Vegeta looks lost as he speaks his next words, “I-I kissed you! Isn’t that how earthlings show affection? What else did you need from me to show you that I wanted to pursue you as a mate?!”

The entire room goes still. 

“Y-You what?”

“Ew, gross!”

Vegeta’s scalp glows blonde and Goku throws his hands up, “S-Sorry!”

Your cheeks are bright red, palms sweating. You lean around Goku’s side to look at Vegeta, eyes wandering over every part of him. He’s tense, that much is easy to deduce. His body is tightly wound, like a coil ready to spring. 

“Kakarot, get the hell out!”

Goku excuses himself with pink cheeks and wide eyes, squirming through the front door and skittering down the hallway. 

Vegeta takes a short step towards you, treating you more like a frightened animal than anything else. His hands are open, palms facing upward as he trudges closer. You grind your teeth together, widening your stance to be a little more sturdy.

“The night I took you home from Bulma’s party, silly woman,” Vegeta cracks the smallest of smiles. You feel warmth seeping into your skin, starting where he circles your wrists with his own fingers. “We kissed then.”

The dream pounds like a bright light against your eyelids, the fuzzy feeling when you awoke clear as day. Your fingertips tremble against your lips, the closeness of the Saiyan dizzying. He is warm, radiating heat, and the mix of his musk and some sort of cologne makes your brain twirl. Vegeta runs his thumb against your pulse on your wrist, feeling your heartbeat.

“I-I don’t remember,” you admit, your voice faint. You look up at him and you’re surprised to see him still grinning. Vegeta shakes his head, “I gathered as much.”

He swallows, “I guess you had too many of those drinks she was passing out. I was planning on doing it again, unless you’re unwilling.”

Your pulse quickens and your eyes meet his, breath puffing from between your parted lips. There’s a stillness in the room that is normally never present where there is a Saiyan. They have an air about them which leaves the atmosphere buzzing, the threat of power on the cusp of their arrival. You’ve grown used to the sensation, but now that it’s absent, your chest feels tight.

“I’ve been told that earthlings say silence means no, but that gaping look on your face makes me think otherwise.” Vegeta’s knuckles curl against your jawline and his smirk deepens. The pad of his thumb drags across your lower lip and his voice drops an octave, “I could drop you here and you’d say thank you, wouldn’t you, little earthling?”

Your breath trembles, the threat of his fingertip against your front teeth, “V-Vegeta-”

His thumb flexes and your jaw is snapped open wide, his index finger pressed into the hollow of your cheek. Vegeta’s head tilts as he considers you, practically already clay to mold with his intentions, “You vulgar woman. You’re thinking about a lot more than kissing me, aren’t you?”

Your thoughts return to you and you force your jaw down to bite on his thumb, the slightest smirk of your own upturning your lips. You grip his chest plate and pull him forward, taking him by surprise, dropping your mouth down on his whole finger, releasing it with a pop. He barely has time to register the way the action makes him feel before your mouth is on his. 

Vegeta never realized how much his body ached to be washed in your presence. His very being sings at your closeness, the way your breath falls against his lips sending his mind into another dimension. He pulls you close, anchoring your bodies at the waist. His fingers slip under the hem of your shirt, thumb brushing over the taut skin of your stomach before drifting to hook into your belt loops.

The feel of your gentle tongue against his teeth sends him into a frenzy. His mouth is harsh against yours, teeth knocking together as he walks you back against one of the medical beds. The backs of your thighs bump into the metal frame and you stumble. 

“Your armor is in my way,” you pant, thumbing at the base of his chest plate, proving yourself right as you’re barred from his bare skin.

Vegeta breaks from your kiss, his temple pressed against your cheek as he breathes heavily, the heat blooming on your neck. Your thighs twitch with the feeling, warmth pooling in your belly as his lips ghost over your jaw.

“You want it gone so badly, take it off yourself,” Vegeta grunts before lavishing his tongue over your pulse throbbing in the thick vein on your neck. Your heartbeat hastens once the cold air hits the wet spots now on your skin.

Desperately, you search for the clasps. Your fingers fumble purposefully around the seams but you can’t focus with the way his mouth is working away at your collarbones. His teeth are bared against the swell of your chest and the tips of his fangs scrape against your tender skin. You gasp at the sharpness of his teeth, your back arching. 

You whine, your eyes screwed shut so tightly that you start to see stars, “G-Geeta, c’mon!”

“What?” He tilts his head so his hair brushes over your jaw. Vegeta nudges his nose over the dense muscle of your neck, trailing upwards to your ear, “Can’t wait to get your hands on me? Is it making you impatient?”

His teeth take your earlobe and you keen at the feeling. Your hands tighten around what little fabric you can grasp of his close-fitting uniform and you pull him forward so your torsos are aligned. You feel the brush of his pelvis against yours and your whole body lights on fire. His Saiyan blood makes him warm and you leech off the heat, your body igniting as if he were a match.

“Please,” you pant into his ear, desperate to do something. 

Your hands palm at him and your mouth searches for either his lips or his skin. His fighting gear leaves little available for you to explore.

Vegeta uses his large palm against your lower back to arch you upward, your body still sitting on the bed as he loiters above you. Your hands are trembling now and it’s almost like a game to him as he tortures your body with his mouth while you frantically pull and tug at his armor.

“Please what?” Vegeta echoes, breathing slowly against your cheek as he leans back to look you in the eye.

You let a string of curse words fumble from your lips in a quiet murmur. Your eyes are closed because you can’t bear looking at him when you can’t even unbuckle his chest plate. Vegeta nips the corner of your lip, tugging on the thin skin of your mouth.

He repeats himself in a rasp, dark eyes boring down at you as if he were drilling straight into your soul. You move one of your hands to cup his face, tilting him towards you as your eyelids struggle to stay open. Surprisingly, Vegeta allows you to maneuver him closer, tugging on him with your palm against his cheek.

“Help me, I-I can’t-” You’re cut short by his lips overtaking you again. His mouth is disastrous as it collides with your own, his hands finding yours as he ghosts over his armor, unlocking the latches with precision and ease. There is a loud thud as the weighted chest plate falls to the ground. 

“You weakling,” Vegeta murmurs into the openness of your mouth. He runs his tongue along the seam of your lips before clambering on top of you, knees between your thighs. Picking you up by the backs of your knees, Vegeta drags your body so your hips are flush and only your shoulder blades are touching the mattress.

He nips his teeth against the cloth of your pants on the inside of your knee, “Can’t even take my clothes off by yourself. Need my help with everything.”

You press your cheek into the mattress, your eyes shut with anticipation. He runs his nose along the inner part of your leg, the bow of his lips dragging over the sensitive flesh of your thighs. He chuckles and the breath heats your core.

“In your defense,” Vegeta murmurs as he kisses the top of your thigh, “only one with Saiyan strength can remove it.”

“Wh-!” You reel backward, widening your eyes as you look down on him, “You sneaky bastard.”

Vegeta pulls your shirt up by the hem, running the tip of his nose along the curves and contours of your belly. He presses a kiss against your hip, biting gently at the supple skin before sparing a glance upward at you, “I had to make it at least a little entertaining.”

You narrow your eyes, but the gesture is short-lived when the rough pad of his thumb runs just beneath the curvature of your breast. Every inch of your skin is pin-pricked with the threatening anticipation that the Saiyan’s mouth and hands provides.

“Take it off.”

You look frantically around the room - you didn’t even realize the door was still open from where Goku left however long ago. Not to mention all of the window blinds are partially angled to where anyone could see directly in and you’re sprawled out underneath this specimen of a man, powerless for however he wishes to use you. 

You shake your head, a blush burning into your cheeks, and cross your arms over your chest. He extracts himself just slightly, leaning back on his thick thighs to look down at you in questioning. His gaze follows yours and it appears that he can put together why you’re suddenly so against the continuation of what was about to unfold.

“Shh, s’okay,” Vegeta’s thumb is against your lower lip and you’re surprised at the sudden gentleness of his nature. He tilts his head, “D’you want to-”

“Yes.”

His eyes widen at your quick response, but a chuckle fills the silence soon after. He plucks you up from the mattress, looping his arms around your thighs to hoist you into the air. You wrap your arms around his neck, tucking your nose into the crux of his shoulder.

Vegeta holds you close with one arm snaked around your midsection, the other settled on the underside of your thigh to keep you anchored to him. You cross your ankles around his back to hold yourself as steady as possible. Your mouth is against his collarbone, eyes just barely able to peek over the top of his shoulder. He’s walking you through the halls of Capsule Corp, glaring at anyone who dares to even glance your way as he does so.

A devious thought crosses your mind just then. You bare your teeth and press them against his skin, waiting for a reaction. He does nothing, and so you press your luck even further with a gentle biting of his shoulder. You don’t dare go any further, not yet. You’re afraid he may react too severely and drop you.

“Hmph,” he grunts, turning his head so his chin is against the crown of your hair. “You’d better stop, if you know what’s good for you.”

Another shadow passes on the opposite side of the hallway and you smirk into his neck, “Stop what?”

You feign innocence as you flatly press your tongue to his collarbone. You nip your teeth against the taut flesh before suckling on the skin, the sound of his hissing not going unnoticed by you. You only manage to mark him for a few seconds, but it’s enough to leave a bright red splotch of pulsing skin behind.

You turn your head and latch onto the patch of skin just beneath his ear, your face hidden by his stray tufts of hair. You lavish the spot with your tongue and teeth, this time able to pester him longer, your fingers dipping into the muscles of his shoulders as you cling onto him like an animal.

“Why you filthy little-” Vegeta clicks his tongue as he stretches his neck to look down at you. You smile up at him impishly and a small giggle escapes from the back of your throat.

A low growl rumbles in his chest, vibrating your torso. Your entire body flushes with heat at the sound. You latch onto another patch of skin near the base of his throat, and this time you pull the flesh into your mouth even tighter than before, sucking hard against the skin. Vegeta gasps but you don’t let him go, instead biting down harder, determined to leave a lasting bruise there on the most visible part of his body.

You hear a few beeping sounds and then the click of a door opening. Your back is against a wall before you can realize that you’ve made it to Vegeta’s room. His knee brushes between your hips as he leans forward to kick the door closed and you feel heat rush to the center of your body, pooling in your stomach. 

“I told you,” he growls into your ear, hips pinning your body to the wall, “to cut that shit out.”

Vegeta’s palm runs from your hips up over your breasts, squeezing quickly with his right hand before allowing himself to focus on the base of your throat. His thumb brushes against your pulse point that’s currently throbbing along with your speedy heartbeat.

“I can see it in you, though, can’t I?” His smirk is bright in the dimly lit apartment. He runs the pad of his thumb over your esophagus, applying gentle pressure to test your very basic limitations. “You’re practically begging me and you haven’t spoken a word since the med bay.”

You swallow thickly, your throat bobbing against his barely-there hold on your neck. Your breathing is shallow and you try to keep from panting like you’re desperate.

“Go on,” he nudges his nose over your cheek, voice commanding you even though it’s so low. “Ask me for it, I know you want to.”

You’re embarrassed that he can see right through you as if you were a glass window, or a book begging to be read. Your ears and cheeks burn bright red, your nerves reflected on your skin tone. You turn your head so your cheek is pressed to the cool wall and it effectively gives you some relief from the warmth bubbling inside of you.

This only encourages him, his palm creeping up your neck to press flat against your cheek, holding you there. He scoffs, “Can’t even look at me when you’re telling me what you want me to do you, can you? Even you know how vulgar and pitiful you’re being, don’t you?”

How he manages to be both patronizing and enticing, you’ll never know. It must be the tone of his voice. With your cheek smushed between his hand and the wall, your body is trembling under the idea of submitting to him. Your legs are shaking under the strain of holding yourself up, but he does not relent.

“Ten seconds, babygirl,” Vegeta mumbles against your neck, brushing his knee further into your hips. Your thighs cinch around him even tighter, searching for some sort of friction against your throbbing core. He barks out a laugh at your needy behavior, “Tell me what you want, or I’ll decide for you.”

You try to count down in your head, but your mind is fuzzy and you can only find a few numbers before you blurt unceremoniously, your voice nothing but a whine, “I-I want you to be rough with me!”

The laugh that echoes in the empty room is something of a mix between sadistic and proud. Vegeta tightens his grip around your throat, thumb and index finger digging into the muscles that keep your spine and esophagus safe. Your pulse thunders in your ears, pounding against his fingertips as he applies increasing pressure.

“How do you want me to rough you up, sweetheart? Where do you want me to make it hurt?” Vegeta trails his free hand over the length of your body, fingertips lighting your skin on fire as he applies varying amounts of pressure here and there. He raises a brow, looking up at you through dark lashes. His hand settles on the curve of your back, fingertips digging harshly into the soft skin of your ass. 

Your eyes roll back in your head as you reach up to circle a hand around his forearm, your breathing practically halted with the harsh hold he has on your throat. You squirm under his heavy body and he clicks his tongue, “Ah, ah. Be still.”

Your thighs quiver as you try to still your body. You brush your palm against his arm, the pulsating muscles of his forearm sending your thoughts buckwild. You close your eyes and delicately run your fingertips over the thick veins and sinews leading to his shoulders and torso. His bicep twitches under your touch. 

Vegeta notices the way your cheeks burn with color and he releases your throat from his grasp. His thumb trails down the length of your neck as you gasp and cough from the relief of pressure. You swear you see the slightest of grimaces default on his face, but the expression is gone before you can register it. You wrap your fingers around his bicep in an attempt to reassure him even if your voice isn’t functioning.

The skin of your throat grows tight as you gulp in air. You’re sure there will be bruises where his fingertips were, but instead of making you self-conscious, it only spurs you on to beg him for what you really want. 

“I want y-you to mark me up,” you manage to spit the words out even as your body drifts somewhere in between elated and exhausted. Just the idea of what he could do to you makes you want to curl up and rest, tired from the dream of him.

Vegeta tilts his head and you take it as a silent order to continue, and so you do: “I-I want,” you pull his hand from your cheek and guide it to your hip, “you to bruise me.” You risk exposing yourself to more pain when you reach up to cup his cheek, fingers sifting into his hair. You grip his head by the back of his neck and pull him close, “I want you to bite me a-and-oh!”

The feel of his sharp teeth against the thin skin of your neck cuts you short and instinctively a sound that is a hybrid between a gasp and a moan erupts from the back of your throat. Vegeta smirks, a low chuckle vibrating against your neck, “Vulgar woman.”

Vegeta plucks you from the wall, tossing you over his shoulder as he walks towards his bedroom. Your body must be like a paper weight to him, what with the way he carelessly drapes you against him. You can’t focus on much other than the thickness of his lower half - he’s all muscle, but it’s concentrated on his ass and thighs. His calves flex as he walks through the bedroom door and you wriggle one hand free to slap at his ass.

He gasps, “Why you little-you’ll pay for that!”

Your body is flung from his shoulder to the bed, the propelling of your body making the bed squeak as you settle. He pulls his tank over his head, tossing the fabric somewhere out of the way. The weight of his boots thudding against the floor makes your shoulders shake. 

Vegeta is in only his skin-tight training pants, the contours of his muscles bulging in strain against the fabric. You’re practically drooling at the sight of his bare torso. He clambers on top of you, loitering over you as he brushes his knuckles down your cheek. His voice is low and deep when he speaks next, “Can’t keep your hands to yourself?”

“C-Can’t help it,” you manage, your legs squirming under the weight of his body. He pulls you forward with his palms kneading the flesh of your thighs, snapping you up toward him.

“So desperate, and whiny,” Vegeta tuts, shaking his head as his tongue makes quick work of your sensitive neck. You slot your fingers further into his hair, holding him to you as much as you can, what with his Saiyan strength tossing you around like a ragdoll.

You hiccup and shake your head, “S-Sorry.”

Vegeta is quick to press a kiss square on your lips, effectively hushing you as he begins rolling his hips into yours. Your jaw drops and it allows him to lick the inside of your mouth, nipping at your lower lip as he pulls away. He nudges his nose against your cheek, “Don’t apologize, just spread your legs.”

You do as you’re told and your knees spread to hit the mattress. Your breath is like a ball of sandpaper in your throat and you can’t force enough air into your lungs, no matter how much your body protests.

“Besides,” Vegeta says, licking his lips slowly like he knows just what it does to you, “I like it when you’re needy.”

There’s a loud ripping sound that echoes through the room and you want to be pissed but the way the cool air hits your hot body, you can’t complain. Vegeta tosses the offensive clothing off to the side of the room to be forgotten, his eyes trained in on the valley between your hips. You feel squeamish all of a sudden, trying to bend your hips to best cover yourself, although you’re bare as a newborn in front of him. 

“Mm, babygirl,” he mutters, shaking his head as he dips his strong fingers into the flesh of your thighs. “Is that what I do to you?”

You know he’s referring to the horrific slick obscuring his sight from the inside of your sensitive folds, but you can’t seem to force out a response. Your head is dizzy now, between the pressure he has on your legs and the high you’re riding from the sight of him alone.

His thumb presses to the most sensitive part of your body and he circles the pad of his finger round on top of it, leaning his forehead against yours as he does so. The sensational jolts that brush over your spine like hot lava do little to calm your quick heartbeat. Vegeta is shockingly gentle in his ministrations, building up something within you that will eventually burst like water over a dam.

“I always wondered how I affected you.” His voice is low, a rumble in his chest that vibrates your torso. Your nipples harden at the sound and you fight the low whine that wants to burst open your lips. Vegeta chuckles, running his nose down your cheek as if he were stalking you like prey - you hope he devours you whole.

Without much warning, his index finger slides into you, filling you up more than you though, the thick digit curling upward inside of you, sending you keening loudly. The sound echoes off the apartment walls and only urges the Saiyan Prince onward. Your hands instinctively wrap up into the scruff at the nape of his neck, holding him to you as you try your hardest not to ride his finger desperately.

He smirks, “Now I know.”

Obscene puffs of breath part your lips and he uses his spare thumb to brush over the lower one. Your eyes are screwed shut as his finger relentlessly pulls and pushes against your walls, continuing to build the crescendo, threatening to spill you into the end too quickly, and with only one finger no less.

“Seeing you curl up around Tien, calling Yamcha every name in the book,” he huffs, his finger working faster within you as his temper rises. Vegeta grunts and it sounds like a growl, “I could’ve hurled any of them to the moon, but I never understood why.”

Vegeta tits his head back, looking down at you with something akin to awe in his eyes, “Now, holding you like this, watching you, I know.”

Your head rolls back and your eyes screw shut, but he pulls out his finger, coated in your wetness and throbbing from use, and you choke out a sob at the lack of contact. He brings his thumb back to your clit, pushing gently but enough that it brings you back down from your cry.

“You wanted marks?” His question is rhetorical. He can remember the way you cried out earlier that you wanted him to mark you up, to claim you as his own. The Saiyan in him bites away at his human resolve, begging to unleash the beast settled and tamed just under the surface. Every primal instinct within him tells his body to scar you with his affections, to bite and bruise until your body can take it no longer, until anyone with eyes can see that you belong to Prince Vegeta.

You nod your head but it’s feeble, the feel of his palm so close to your core pushing a blush from your belly to your ears, your body weak under his potential touch. Vegeta makes a guttural sound, low and deep, and somewhere in the back of his throat, and then his mouth is all over you.

Your body freezes at the feeling, but as soon as you register where his bites are, you melt. Your arms are jelly, barely hanging onto him now as you lazily loop your hands behind his neck. You sway with his mannerisms, your body little more than a vessel for his undoing.

“I’ve wanted to put a mark right here,” he nips at your jugular, “since that day you slapped Kakarrot.”

His mouth envelopes the soft skin of your neck, rolling it between his teeth as he sucks. You can feel the blood vessels bursting, no doubt leaving behind an angry red hickey which will soon bloom into beautiful blues and purples.

Vegeta releases you with a pop and then his fingers are agonizing you again, this time two are pressed between your folds, making your walls throb at the intrusion. You flex involuntarily against him, and his eyes light up. He looks down at you, “Do that again.”

“B-But,” you swallow, wishing the heat of tears away. For some reason he’s spinning you out already, and he hasn’t manipulated your body enough for you to feel exhausted like this. And yet, your body begs for release so you can fall into a dreamlike state, curled around him like a needy animal.

He tilts his head, beckoning you to answer. You lick your dry lips, cracked from your panting breaths, “I don’t know h-how much longer I can last. N-Not with that.”

“Oh, little earthling,” Vegeta kisses his way up your jaw between words, his fangs brushing against the thin skin of your neck. “I plan to wear you out, so this is just the beginning.”

As the words tumble from his mouth, his fingers work against you, curling devastatingly within you. You listen to his command, flexing your body against his touch, and your eyes widen as your bodies work together to bring you to another plane of existence as stars settle in your vision. Vegeta encourages you with a string of words whispered against the shell of your ear, but you swear he’s speaking some ancient Saiyan language because you can’t understand a syllable he’s saying between your loud panting and the high he’s pushing you towards.

He pulls back from you, loitering over you like a shadow, and his palm brushes your neck, making you wince as he touches the sensitive space he’s marked as his own. His fingers enclose around your neck again, thumb pushing harshly into your hickey.

You seethe between your teeth, your body arching upward at the wave of pain that washes over you. Vegeta surges forward to bruise your lips with his kiss. His mouth works you just as painstakingly as his fingers, the tandem effort between his hands and his lips making your eyes roll back in your head.

“P-Please, ‘Geta,” you whine in a hoarse voice, your toes curling. You grip your hands in the sheets in an attempt to diffuse some of the tension building up in your hips, but it does little to quell the strain. You start to see darkness around your peripherals as his palm flexes against your neck. 

Vegeta sucks a small hickey into the curve of your jaw before releasing his fingers from your throat, his hand drifting down to tug at your clothed chest. His thumb and index finger twist at your hardened nipple, which makes your whole body tense.

“Please what?” he mocks, his voice patronizing.

You groan, turning your head to dig into the pillow beneath you, “I-I’m gonna-ah!”

His pace quickens, thumb pushed against your clit as his fingers swipe quickly, the base of his fist pumping in and out of you. If this is how he feels with his thick fingers, you can only imagine how full you’ll be once he’s inside of you.

“Gonna what?” Vegeta kisses over the hickeys he’s left on your neck and shoulders. You bite your lip to keep from crying out at the pinpricks of pain that jar your senses. He chuckles, his forehead bumping against your chin to get you to look at him, his fingers still working at you, tugging you closer to the precipice with every flick, “You gonna come on my fingers? Silly woman, so quick to come apart when I’ve got you laid out like this. ‘m not even done with you yet, sweetheart.”

His voice sends you over the edge. You squeeze your thighs around his arm, your hips arching upward as you burn through the end of your resolve. The build up of wetness in your eyes spills over the corners, tracking down your cheeks as you mewl when your release finally hits. Vegeta continues, slowing his pace but pushing you through the aftershocks as your eyes go wide with stars, pumping in and out of you with his two fingers.

“S’pretty when you fall apart,” Vegeta murmurs as he nudges his nose down the column of your neck. His thumb brushes gently over your cheek and he trails his nail over your pulsing jugular, your shuddering breaths shaking both your bodies with the closeness, “Come down, come back to me.”

Finally, his hand relents and he pulls his fingers away, leaving your center empty and wanting for more. You can feel your arms again after you release the bed sheets from your fists, and you take advantage of it to touch over the dense planes of muscle on his back and shoulders. Your hands roam up his biceps and drift to his hips, mapping the sinew with the pads of your fingers.

You eventually make eye contact with him again, your irises glassy and wide, the innocence in your gaze alone causing his cock to twitch against his thigh. You see the deepness in his eyes and your stomach churns, hands massaging into the skin of his back. His muscles flex against your touch and it does things to your mind. You want his full weight on top of you as he drives your hips into the mattress.

“There you are,” he mutters, thumb brushing the remainder of the tear away from your cheek. He chuckles, “Sweet little earthling. You think-”

“Fuck. Me.”

Vegeta reels back, holding himself over the top of you so he can study you fully. He tilts his head, but he barely has time to speak before you yank him down by his neck to kiss him, your free hand cupping him through his fighting gear. He gasps against your mouth and you have the desire to flip him over, so you trail your hand from his neck to his hip, dipping your fingertips in so he knows what you’re trying to do.

You shift yourself at the waist and Vegeta allows you to roll over so you’re straddling him now, the wetness remaining on your thighs dampening the cloth of his pants. He gazes up at you with wide eyes, but it doesn’t take long for his demeanor to reset and he’s got that hardened look in his irises once more. 

You tug on his waistband, and he barks out a laugh, “Should’ve thought about that before you got on top of me, silly thing.”

To help, you raise yourself up so he can shimmy out of his pants, and you’re surprised that he’s not got any underwear on beneath his fighting gear, his cock bare as soon as he pulls the blue spandex from his body.

“Shit,” you whisper impulsively, rocking yourself against his thighs.

Vegeta raises a brow, “Still eager, angel?”

You nod dumbly, your words escaping you as you try to figure how you’ll take him. The idea of him stretching you out brings another wave of slick between your legs and you want him so desperately that a feeble whine slip from between your teeth and tongue.

“That’s what I thought.”

Vegeta picks you up by the hips and you squeal at the sudden movement. You giggle once you realize that he’s not about to throw you across the room, but it’s cut short when you feel the tip of his cock press flush with your clit before slipping between your slick to glide partially into you.

Your mouth parts as he guides you downward, your knees hitting the mattress before you can take him all in.

He must see you wince because he draws you back just enough for you to gather your breath and to get the pained look off your face. The fact that he’s able to hold you in thin air does little to staunch the wetness collecting in your core. You whimper, your hands wrapping around his forearms as you try to steady yourself and keep your eyes from watering because you don’t want him to think you’re weak.

Your fingernails must be drawing blood by how tightly you’re grasping onto him, but he does not complain. Instead, his eyes are trained in on you, tracking your movements with concern settled in his deep irises. His lip is quirked upward and you force yourself to release your hold on his arm so he won’t be so worried for you.

“I-I can do it,” you nod, biting down on your lip as you look him in the eyes. You take a deep breath and press your palms to his chest, rolling your hips as best you can with his firm hold on you.

Vegeta groans and his eyes roll back just enough for you to gain some confidence. You roll your hips again and you’re able to take a little more of him, stretching out your pussy and sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine, causing you to throw your head back.

He takes it as a sign and pulls you by the hips until you’re flush with his waist, a mutual gasp parting both of your lips. You fall forward, your body ghosting over his own as you hover atop him. Your hands are on either side of his head and his fingertips are digging into the soft part of your hips.

The glossy look in your eyes sparks something in the Saiyan and he reaches up to snatch you by the back of your head, balling your hair up into a fist, “You gonna be good, and take my cock like a sweet little bitch?”

You nod, unable to speak. He smirks at your inability to form words and threads his hand into your hair, holding your head tightly as he begins to buck his hips upward in a steady rhythm. Your mouth opens as you pant, eyelids fluttering somewhere between open and closed. Vegeta takes pride in the way your jaw hangs open and your eyes roll behind your lashes.

“Bein’ good,” he mumbles, his mouth knocking into yours as he belligerently slams his hips upward into yours. You feel yourself clenching around him, your tongue rolling in your mouth as you try to hold off from coming too soon. Vegeta licks at your bottom lip, “Such a good little babygirl, hm? Got all these marks on you…”

His thumb pushes into the biggest hickey on your neck and you throw your head back, whining at the sensation. Vegeta takes advantage of your shock to take hold of you by the ass, rocking your hips back and forth on top of his dick. Your toes curl as you feel his cock pulse within your walls and you can’t stop it when you flex yourself around him. The front of his hips manage to brush your clit and you see stars.

A pert slap on your ass brings your attention back to his face. Vegeta’s eyes are hardened as he looks up at you, one hand still tight around your cheek and the other free to continue the harsh spankings.

“Well don’t stop,” he beckons, rolling his hips to get you to go back to your rhythm. “Or else I’ll make it worse.”

If you weren’t already so spent, you’d beg him to make it worse. However, another loud slap resounds in the room when you don’t immediately begin bucking your hips against him. You fall face forward until your forearms are holding you steady over the top of him, your body gyrating to draw out some sort of reaction from him. You rest your forehead on his shoulder, your lips making quick work of his collarbones as his firm hands continue to alternatively spank either part of your backside.

You tense every time he hits you, your walls contracting around his cock, making him moan against your temple. You lick a stripe up his neck and find yourself murmuring into his ear, “P-Please, ‘Geta. W-Want to feel you come.”

“Then make me,” he grits between his teeth, landing a hard smack with both of his hands. He grips your ass just after, the burning mixed with the sting of his harsh touch making you whimper, ducking your head even further into the crux of his shoulder. You sniffle into his skin, thankful he can’t see your pitiful expression.

“I want to,” you nod, kissing his collarbone for good measure. You continue to tighten yourself around him in an attempt to bring his orgasm sooner, panting and whining against his ear so he’ll grab you harder.

Vegeta bristles and you feel his cock harden as he grows closer to the tipping point. His brows furrow and his palms are hot against your skin, hardened from battle and calloused from war, tearing into your flesh relentlessly. Your ass has practically gone numb, tears threatening to spill over your cheeks as you ride him to coax him to the edge with you.

He growls, “Fuck, good job, angel.”

His searing palm presses against your shoulders and your chest is flat against his as he takes the burden of leading off of your shoulders and starts canting his hips upward into you. He fills you up, the tip of his cock brushing all the way to the back of your stomach and you swear you feel him in your spine.

“Like it when I’m all the way in you, huh? Ya’ like it when you can feel me fuckin’ your tight, wet little-mm,” Vegeta nips at your jaw to try and get your attention. You lean back to look down at him, your chest bobbing with every movement he makes. “Everyone’s gonna-fuck-know who you belong to, looking at that shit on your neck. F-Fuck, gonna make me come, baby.”

You hear yourself begging for his release before you register what you’re doing, your wanton cries echoing in the small space and making you self-consious. Your whole body blushes at the sounds you’re making, but it only spurs Vegeta on, his pace quickening and becoming just sloppy enough for you to know that he’ll be falling over the edge soon enough.

“Please, ‘Geta,” you moan his name lowly against his mouth as you kiss him lazily. His hand slaps over your ass again, causing you to clench around his cock and you let loose one more begging plea before his whole body tenses and then he’s spilling into you. His hips are jerky as he rides out his high, but he doesn’t stop and you can feel the pressure building back up within your stomach.

His thumb finds your most sensitive spot and you squint, “‘G-Geta?”

“Hush, now,” he mumbles. Vegeta’s free palm finds your breast, nipple tweaked between the pads of his fingers. He presses his tongue against yours, coaxing you to play back, pushing your tongue between his teeth. Taking the moment for himself, he sucks your tongue harshly, pulling a whimper from the back of your throat.

Vegeta’s thumb against your clit and his mouth tugging on your tongue combined with the way his hips snap to meet yours brings you closer to your second coming. He releases your tongue in favor of kissing down your jaw, using the momentum to topple you over and switch your positions. His heavy weight pressing into you sends your mind down a thousand different tunnels. 

“C’mon, little woman,” Vegeta encourages, ducking his head to take your nipple in his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue. You gasp and dig your head back into the pillow, eyes screwing shut as your body builds with pressure, white noise filtering through your vision. He noses over your cheek, “Come for me, baby.”

It’s like his words are the key to your soul because with his next breath comes your orgasm, your body quivering with energy as you come around his cock, both of your slick dripping down your thighs. He doesn’t pull out of you as soon as you finish, the heat of him making your head dizzy.

Vegeta kisses up your sternum to your mouth, lips locking with yours despite the faraway look in your eyes. He chuckles as you fiddle with his hair at the base of his neck, a lethargic smile of your own tugging your lips upward. You tilt your head to look up at him, the threat of sleepiness washing over your body like a glaze.

“S’glad you finally got the hint,” you twirl a lock of his hair around your finger, tugging just enough to get a reaction from him. He growls and bites at your jaw, making you release him out of sheer instinct.

He presses his lips to the area he’s just bitten, smoothing over the gentle wound. Vegeta slowly shrugs himself away, separating your bodies with a soft sound. You whine at the separation and the Saiyan smirks down at you, “If you don’t hush up, I’m going to make you go another round.”

The idea of having to stay awake to satiate his Saiyan stamina makes your spine tremble. You hide your face behind your palms, embarrasment showing in the form of a pink blush on the tops of your cheeks and ears. Vegeta slowly pulls your hands away, a smile on his face as you glance up at him.

“You’re cute when you get flustered,” Vegeta brushes his knuckles over your cheek, “I’ll have to fluster you again later.”

Your blush darkens and you try to turn your face to hide, but his hand on your face keeps you from it. Vegeta rolls so he’s on his side, arms pulling you forward, “Now, sleep.”

You thread your thigh between his, pulling yourself closer, and tuck your head underneath his chin. Your arms are tucked into the space between your chests but Vegeta’s are palming at your shoulders to keep you anchored to him. He kisses the crown of your head, “I’m serious, earthling. Sleep, or I’ll have to wear you out all over again.”

“Sounds good,” you slur, your eyes closing despite you wanting to feel him fill you up and stretch you out time and time again. You brush your thumb over his pectoral, “R-Rain check?”

Vegeta laughs in your ear, tucking you both underneath the covers as the air conditioner kicks on. The sound of your slurred half-sentences keeps him entertained as you babble your way to unconsciousness. He merely listens to you as he pets his hand over your hair and over your back, trying to tempt you into the realm of slumber.

 “Hey, ‘Geta?” 

When you tilt your head to look him in the eyes, he’s carefully considering you with thoughtful eyes. He nods, “Yes, little woman?”

“Next time, I think I want to try to take it even harder.” 

There is a strangled noise that rumbles in the back of his throat but you’re yawning and tucking your head back into him before you can think too hard about it. Vegeta shakes his head and fights a smile, “I think that can be arranged.” 

The only sounds in the room are gentle snores and heavy breathing mixed with the pounding heart of one Saiyan prince.

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After a lazy day at the beach with Bulma, you were more than ready to settle in for the night at Capsule Corp. The weather was perfect for dinner outside and a swim in the pool. Bulma invited everyone over and even managed to drag Vegeta away from the gravity chamber for the night. That came as a surprise because, for some reason, Vegeta wasn’t talking to you. One drunken kiss had ruined the friendship you spent so long trying to build and simultaneously made you realize that you had fallen hard for him.

“So, do I have to spend another night watching you and Vegeta pining for one another with no satisfying ending?” Bulma sat down next to you at the edge of the pool and passed a margarita.

Krillin and Goku were having some kind of swimming contest at the other end of the pool that you knew Goku would win without question. Yamcha was the judge for them and Vegeta was nowhere to be found.

“There is no mutual pining happening, Bulma. Vegeta doesn’t look at me like that. He doesn’t look at me at all.” You tried to seem nonchalant about the whole thing and pretend it didn’t bother you, but inside you were suffering.

“Why do you think he’s here? He didn’t come to see any of us.” Bulma looked around at everyone still there. Not one of them was someone Vegeta would make an effort to spend time with.

"You know what, I'm going to find him and you two are finally going to fix this." Bulma handed you her half empty margarita. "Finish this, you need it."

"Bulma!" You called after her but she kept going. You knew it was no use, she was going to do exactly what she wanted. Your nerves got the better of you while you waited. You downed the rest of her margarita and yours for a little courage boost.

"Lookin' good tonight." Yamcha swam up and rested his chin on your knee.

"Trying to get a repeat of that night after the martial arts tournament?" You smirked, teasing Yamcha was a sport and you excelled at it.

"Maybe." His hand began to move up your thigh but you stopped him.

"That was years ago, time to move on." You slid his hand back down your leg.

"Vegeta, wait!" Bulma shouted from behind you.

You turned your head so fast you felt dizzy and sure enough, Vegeta was walking away.

"Fucking Yamcha!" You scrambled to your feet and took off towards the brooding Saiyan.

"What did I do?" Yamcha yelled. You could hear Bulma laying into him as you got further away.

"Vegeta, stop." You caught up to him and reached for his arm. He turned around and pushed you against the wall of a small Capsule building. Before you could say a word, his lips crashed into yours.

After your initial shock wore off, you kissed him back with everything you had. All of the tension that had built up between you came out in that kiss and by the time your lips parted, you were panting.

"I'm not like that worthless human, Yamcha. You don't get to tease and keep me hanging on a string." He looked so angry you expected him to go Super Saiyan at any moment.

"I didn't-"

"You did," he interrupted. His hand crept up to your neck. "I'm only saying this once. Don't come near me unless you're ready to be mine." He stepped back and turned to leave but you were far from done.

"Fuck off, Vegeta, you can't come at me like that. I didn't tease you! After I kissed you, I wanted more, I just… I don't even know if you actually like having me around."

"Dammit, woman, how do you not know that?" He shouted, his voice echoing around the area.

"Because, you're always like this! You look like you're seconds from murdering everyone! How the fuck am I supposed to know how you feel when you're so closed off?" You yelled back with intensity that matched his own.

"Did I not kiss you back? Or make an effort to be around you? Have you completely lost your sanity?" He closed the gap between you, asserting his dominance but you weren't one to cower.

"For the love of all that is holy, I'm not a fucking mind reader! If you want me, you have to tell me," you screamed in his face.

"Fine, you infuriating woman," he paused and took a deep breath, "I want you to be mine and if I ever see that worthless human touch you again, I will break every bone in his body."

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GoChi Week 2020: Day Four: Sneaking Off

Snippets in Time:

 Day Four: Sneaking Off

  The party really began to pick up once Goku arrived. He was the guest of honor. Bulma had thoughts of organizing this event after Goku returned to life after defeating Majin Boo but waited until a few months after the events to host it. Goku deserved some alone time with his family before meeting with everyone again. Come to think it, everyone could use the time to be with their family after Majin Boo. It was emotionally draining on everyone.

 Unfortunately, Goku was late. Hours late. But he had a good excuse. For him anyway. A dinosaur family were waiting for their egg to hatch. The way Goku described his day sounded like something out of a movie. Everyone seem to understand because it did seem like a Goku thing to happen to Goku but all were expecting ChiChi to snap at Goku for being late.

 Instead of yelling, ChiChi asked Goku if he was hungry and brought him plates of food. Since that, the mood of the party relaxed again and Goku’s long delay was forgotten. After Goku got food in his stomach, he spent time with his friends talking and playing the various games set up around the compound. ChiChi was nearby but she wasn’t talking to him or anyone unless addressed. She was aloof and appeared more as a spectator than active guest.  

 It was troubling. The ChiChi Goku knew would scream at him for his absence regardless of who was watching them. ChiChi didn’t hold back her feelings. Goku assumed ChiChi will yell at him at some point but as evening changed to night, he suspected she wouldn’t. It was strange for him to not be yelled at when he deserved to be. Before his second death, ChiChi didn’t care where she was. Public or home, if she wanted to yell at Goku, she would. Now ChiChi was different. Sometimes she yells but it was more of a gentle scolding. Like everything since he came back to life, it was an adjustment he was struggling to get used to.

 While Yamcha and Oolong were singing karaoke, Goku noticed ChiChi leaving his side. He assumed she was going to the buffet table for a snack but she bypassed that and left the room. Goku scanned the room. Gohan and Videl were talking. Trunks and Goten were upfront laughing at Yamcha and Oolong’s performances. Goku thought now was a good time to talk to her.

 ChiChi was only a few steps ahead of him. The sound of his dress shoes on the polished floors alerted her she was being followed but ChiChi kept silently walking. Whatever ChiChi’s reasons, it allowed Goku to quietly observe his wife. She changed in seven years, emotionally, mentally and physically.

 Emotionally, she was more relaxed and not so quick to anger. Mentally, she was more independent. Physically, she was sexier than ever. ChiChi still had an amazing body. Seven years and she kept herself in top form. His eyes trailed to ChiChi’s hips. He couldn’t take his eyes off them in those white pants. It really accentuated her figure and begged to be fondled and groped.

 “Goku?”

 Eyes on her hips, Goku hadn’t notice ChiChi stopped walking. He caught himself a just a step away from bumping into her.

 “So, you knew I was following you.”

 She turned to him; her face emotionless. “I’m surprise you noticed I left.”

 Ouch. “Well, uh, you were sitting next to me.”

 ChiChi shrugged. “When has that meant anything?”

 Double ouch. On the positive side, it did mean ChiChi was angry and she may yell at him eventually.

 “Are you just gonna keep following me without saying anything?” Goku opened his mouth but words didn’t come out. ChiChi folded her arms and leaned on the wall. She was getting angry. Goku expected ChiChi to start yelling but after several moments of silence, she said, “I needed to get away from the party. I need to think. I need to be away from prying eyes.”

 Her message was loud and clear. Goku shoved his hands in his pockets thinking and thinking and thinking. Finally, he said, “Come on.”

 ChiChi placed her hands behind her back and followed him. “Do you remember your way around here?” She asked. “I’ve only been here a handful of times and I still get lost.”

 “Not really,” he was honest. “You’ve probably been here more than me now.” He took a hand out of his pocket and held it out to ChiChi, “But we can find something together.”

 ChiChi eyed the strong hand held out to her before moving up to the hopeful smile of her husband. ChiChi took his hand. The two quietly walked the hall together.

 They found a room two levels above everyone. Goku pushed the door open carefully looking around the lit room. “I’ve seen something like this in your Pops home, ChiChi.”

 “It’s a game room,” ChiChi remarked. The room had arcade games against one wall, a pool table near the center and a four lane bowling alley on the other end of the room. ChiChi stopped by the pool table. “Dad has a room like this.”

 “Are you really mad, ChiChi?” Alone, Goku decided now they should address their private matter.

 ChiChi’s fingers glided over the green felt of the pool table. “I was. We were to come here together as a family, Goku, and you left without telling me anything. I had to ask Gohan where you were. When I walked in with Gohan and Goten, it made me feel like I was a single mother again.”

 “Sorry,” he apologized, “but I wanted to check on that dinosaur family and things got out of hand.”

 “You didn’t have to leave me waiting for hours wondering where you were. You have that teleportation trick. You could’ve return, explain the situation and gone back but you didn’t! You pick and choose when you want to use that brain of yours, Goku, and hide your selfishness, your absentmindedness behind a goofy laugh!” Her mind drift back to earlier at everyone’s chill reaction to Goku’s tardiness. Their blindness where she saw the truth was infuriating. “And everyone accepts it because that’s just Goku. But I’m your wife! I know better!!”

 That was true. ChiChi knew him better than everyone. It would’ve taken a second to teleport to ChiChi, explain what’s going on and teleport back but he only thought of himself and what he wanted to do. As always, his friends accepted his actions with a laugh; always thinking Goku doesn’t know better but ChiChi did because she knew him better than anyone.

 ChiChi squeezed the bridge of her nose, sighing. “I told myself I wouldn’t do this. I wouldn’t get so mad anymore over the little things, but you return and….” the disappointing look ChiChi sent him left Goku feeling like the worst person in the world.

 “It’s an adjustment,” ChiChi said glumly. “I’ve changed and you haven’t. You expect me to act as I did seven years ago and I’m hoping you’ve changed.” Turning away from Goku, ChiChi hugged herself. “We’re not doing a very good job adjusting to your return, are we?”

 It was true. All of it. His return was a huge adjustment for everyone. Gohan and Goten were handling it well but he and ChiChi were privately having the hardest time. Neither voiced it until now. It was like that phase: ‘the elephant in the room’. Everyone knew it was there but pretended it wasn’t.

 Goku joined ChiChi’s side. He turned her to face him. He brushed away the tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I’ll try better adjusting.”

 “I know. So will I.” ChiChi raised herself on her toes to kiss Goku’s cheek. “We’ll get better at this.” Goku’s smile assured her they will. She exhaled and wiped away her tears. “Let’s get back to the others before they notice we’re gone.”

 ChiChi turned to leave but Goku pulled ChiChi back to him. He whispered in her ear. “Let’s stay here for a bit.” Nibbling her earlobe, his hands squeezed her breasts. “I like this outfit,” he whispered in her ear. His hips rubbed against her. “I like how you look in these pants.”

 “Goku,” ChiChi squirmed in his arms. “Wait. What are you doing?”

 One hand opened the button of her pants. He slipped his hand down her panties. “I made you upset, ChiChi. Let me make you feel better.” His fingers stroke her. “You’re starting to get wet. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

 “Goku….” His other hand groped a breast through her shirt. “Stop this. We can do this when we get home.” His hand moved to unbutton her shirt. “Didn’t you hear what I said?” He opened the front clasp of her bra. Obviously, he didn’t. “Goku, this isn’t our house. For crying out loud, someone can walk in!”

 Goku pulled off her shirt. “I can sense when someone is coming.” Feeling over dressed, Goku removed his suit jacket, vest, and tie. He unbuttoned his shirt and was going to remove it when ChiChi pressed her hand on the center of his bare chest.

 “No,” ChiChi whispered. “Leave it.” Gripping a handful of his shirt, she pulled Goku down to her for a searing, hot kiss. A loud moan vibrated in her throat as Goku’s hungry Saiyan mouth probed her deeply.

With her butt pressed against the pool table and Goku’s clothed lower half pressed against her moistening front, ChiChi was wonderfully pinned. Whatever sliver of reason ChiChi had left vaporized as Goku lift and laid her on the pool table. Her hips were lift slightly once again as Goku pulled off her pants and shoes. Goku removed his clothes, leaving himself only in his open dressed shirt. He was going to crawl over her when ChiChi pressed her foot on his chest. “I don’t think this pool is strong enough to hold both of us.”

 Goku paused and examined the legs of the pool table. ChiChi was right. It wouldn’t hold up with their loving. “I’ll pretend it’s like our kitchen table at home.”

 ChiChi opened her arms welcoming Goku again in her embrace. Tender and hot kisses gave way to Goku licking and biting her neck. “Ah,” ChiChi’s back arch at the puncture of Goku’s teeth. “Careful.” She did not want Goku’s biting to leave a mark where she will have to explain herself. Understanding, Goku moved lower. “Goku,” a strangled groan escaped her lips as Goku’s mouth was filled with a breast and his long Saiyan tongue worked her sensitive nipple. The groan became a shriek when he tended the other breast in the same manner.

 His hair tickled her breasts and stomach as he moved lower. She knew where he was going and as much as she wanted it, that can wait until later. “No.” She grasped his head freezing his mouth over her sodden sex. “I’m ready. Do it now.”

 Goku raised himself slightly, gripped ChiChi’s hips, lined her against his own thick and leaking penis and with one powerful thrust entered ChiChi wonderfully deep. ChiChi’s response was immediate with a loud cry that echoed over the room. Her fingernails dug into the back of his shirt, tearing the material to pierce the skin of Goku’s muscled back.

 “Chi,” he groaned immensely pleased at the sharp sensation of ChiChi’s nails clawing down his back. He rewarded her with one powerful thrust after the other over, and over and over again. Her shrieks drowned out the groan and creaking of the pool table, the sound of the pool balls bouncing out of the pool ball rack and spilling over the table with some rolling into the side and corner pockets.

 “I’m coming, I’m coming,” ChiChi panted over and over. “Harder,” she begged. “I’m almos…..” Her eyes shut, back arch and rough cries of overwhelming relief exploded from her. Pressure built in Goku as he reached his peak. ChiChi squeezing his swelling sex through her release was all it took to bring him over the edge.

 Spent, Goku collapsed on ChiChi with an oof. He pulled out but ChiChi could feel leaks of Goku spilling on her legs. His hot breath fanned her neck as her contented fingers traced up and down his sweaty back. She wore a goofy and satisfying smile on her pretty face, enjoying the sweet aftermath of their coupling…

 Before the legs of the pool table gave in to the weight and rough sex of Goku and ChiChi’s coupling. There was a crack, a sudden drop in gravity and a shriek from ChiChi before she felt her body suddenly flip and bounce as Goku turned himself over and hit the floor with his back with ChiChi protectively drape over him.

 It happened so fast for ChiChi she didn’t react until she heard Goku laughing under her. His laugh infected her and she was lost in giggles, too. “Only us,” ChiChi told him. “Only us.”

 Goku opened his mouth to agree but suddenly froze. ChiChi watched the smiles die from Goku’s face grow into sudden horror. “Damn,” he cursed.

 “What is it?”

“Someone’s coming.”

 Bulma picked up her pace as she reached the game room. After Yamcha and Oolong finish their karaoke set, she noticed Goku and ChiChi weren’t in the room. She questioned Gyumao, Gohan, Videl and Goten who didn’t notice Goku and ChiChi leaving. Gohan wasn’t concerned since he didn’t feel any bad auras nearby. He even suggested his parents were probably talking about his father’s absence earlier. Even he knew his Dad wasn’t in the clear about it.

 Bulma asked Vegeta to come with her to find them but he refused. ‘Kakarrot and his wife’s marital problems are not my concern and it shouldn’t be yours either’ was Vegeta’s response to her. This left Bulma to asks the robots floating around her home if they’ve seen Goku and ChiChi. One found the couple entering the game room where Bulma was stepping into now.

 “What the hell?!”

 Goku was crouched on the floor looking at the broken legs of the pool table. ChiChi stood beside him with crossed arms and a flushed color on her face. Both were fully dressed with no hair or cloth of clothing out of place.

 “What happened to the table?”

 Goku laughed as he rose to his feet. He rubbed the back of his neck appearing slightly embarrassed. “Oh, well, ChiChi and I were talking about me being late and…..” he laughed again. “You know how she gets.”

 Looking from the broken pool table to ChiChi who was flustered in what Bulma assumed an angry way, she put together what happened. “Fine,” she sighed. “Don’t break anything else okay? If you have to do that, go home.”

 “Well,” Goku looked back at ChiChi grinning, “going home sounds like a good idea right about now.”

 Ten minutes later, the Son Family were saying their goodbyes and leaving but the party was going to continue without them. Bulma dropped back in her seat besides Vegeta with an aggravated groan.

 Vegeta kept his eyes on the silly entertainment of a drunk Mr. Satan and Master Roshi singing karaoke.

“What’s the matter with you?”

 “Goku and ChiChi.”

 “What about them?”

 “I found them in the game room. They broke the pool table.” Vegeta looked away from the singing duo to Bulma with a raised an eyebrow. “Well, ChiChi broke it. She smacked Goku with it. Payback for him being so late.” She sighed. “I understand her anger but I thought after all this time ChiChi would’ve loosened up and cut Goku some slack. He is what he is.”

 Vegeta looked over to the other side of the room. ChiChi leaned on Goku who had his arm draped over her as they said their goodbyes to Krillin and 18. They looked very relaxed and not like a couple who just had a fight. Vegeta had an idea of what really happened to that pool table. “That’s what you think happened in that room?”

 “Of course. What else could they have been doing?”

 If she couldn’t figure it out, he wasn’t going to tell her. “Nothing I guess.”

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