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vegesoda · 26 days
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Sorry for the broken english 🥗🥤
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saiyanlassie · 1 year
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Imagine this
Imagine Vegeta using you as a hostage to escape earth during the saiyan saga.
He forces you into his space pod, gripping your waist. His strength is phenomenal even as he is seemingly dying. He closes the pod as your friends are forced to let you go as they are bruised and beaten too. You know that Goku will find a way to save you eventually. He presses some buttons and the pod takes off.
There's hardly any room in the pod so you are forced to sit on the ground between his thighs. His muscular thighs that can crush your skull. He’s covered in sweat and blood, and his chest is heaving as he writhes in pain struggling to attach the medical devices in the pod to his beaten and bruised body.
You stay quiet as you watch him, shivering from the cold and your nerves.
Who is this man that just kidnaped you, and where are you going?
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mirazartsstuff · 9 months
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Xenoverse!Mizune is a bit... silly
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Tbf she is just me on how I play and comment on Xenoverse 2
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Vegeta x Hanna Emerald|Simple days full of lifes small pleasure
Warning: fluff, flash backs, oc x character
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The door of our room slowly opened and, my husband Vegeta Enter the room and he sat down next to me, "You okay honey?" I asked. He gave me a small smile on his face, that made me Even more curious.
"is there something that made my husband smile today?" You sat down next to him and held his hand, "it was nothing" he said, while avoiding eye contact to me, I giggled and kissed his cheeks, "Woman stop it!" He shouted at me, I flick his forehead and stood from my seat. "Tell me now honey" Vegeta let out a sigh.
"well I saw an old couples walking while holding each other's hand Sweetly" I looked at him, "I was just thinking if..you know" I sat down on his thighs, "you were that?" Vegeta looked at my eyes,
"I'm wondering what the two of us will look like when we get older, what will happen to us when we're both old and wrinkly, our hair was gray, and what will happen if trunks and bulla leave our side"
I cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead, "We will stay happy together" Vegeta got a small blush on his cheeks, "we will stay together until our day has come" I hold his hand and we crossed our fingers, "and If that day comes, I want this hand was holding my hand" Vegeta suddenly kissed my lips.
And we slowly laid down to bed, after the kiss, Vegeta kissed my forehead, "I'm so happy that I chose the right woman for me?" I touch his face and trace his jaw line, "Promise me Vegeta, that you will never leave my side" Vegeta kissed my hand and Laid down next to me.
"I love you honey" Vegeta hugged my waist.
"I love you more honey?" I kissed his forehead
After that we both go to sleep. And we both woke up in the Morning at the same bed, and same sharing love.
"Mom niichan broke the door knob of the bathroom!" I giggled when I heard my daughter's voice and my husband's irritated groan, "shut up bulla!" I open the the door and I saw my daughter and my son having their first trouble in the morning.
I open my arms for them, and they run towards me and they hugged my tightly. "good morning mom" they both greeted me happily, "shall we cook breakfast bulla?" Bulla nodded and I looked at my son trunks, "come on call your dad out, and asked for help" trunks Enter our room, while me and bulla was starting to Cook breakfast.
"You know what bulla?" Bulla looked at me, "I am the happiest woman in the world when you're dad confess to me?" Bulla giggled out, "We know mom, cause you are the best mother and the best wife we could ever had"
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prettyghoulfics · 2 years
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Just my rusty drawing of Vegeta and Ana from Trifecta. A sweet loving moment that I wish I could have drawn better. Lol!
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newtsfern · 3 months
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PLANETARY
Chapter Two
word count: 1480
warnings: mild gore, not canon compliant
At first, I suspected I had put in the wrong planet coordinates. What other reason would there be for a Namekian to stand before me? I quickly rationalized that not to be the case, though, upon further inspection of my surroundings. It was dark out- something that did not happen on Namek. I deduced that I was, in fact, on the planet Earth; though for some odd reason, there happened to be a Namekian here. 
Perhaps I was quiet for too long, as the large Namek scowled deeper- if that was even possible. He turned towards me, raising his hand and producing an energy ball, aiming it directly at me. Suddenly, my scouter went haywire, reading numbers as high as I could only ever dream of seeing, before abruptly exploding, shooting off into a million pieces. To say I was stunned would have been an understatement- this species was always said to be one of the weaker beings in the universe. Then again, the same was said about the Ardrians. 
“Listen, I haven't got all night. I know you’re one of Frieza’s soldiers. Didn’t anyone tell you he was dead? Or are you here to seek retribution?” He sneered, “Your kind isn’t welcome here. I’m giving you a chance to leave now, or face the consequences.”  He threatened, looking me up and down. Perhaps changing into my old armor from when I had first landed on Ardro wasn’t the best idea- after all, it did look almost exactly like the kind used in the Frieza force, besides the colors and the sigil on my breastplate. The armor itself was in tatters, though, after decades of use. Even he could see that- perhaps he thought I was on a suicide mission, desperate to avenge my great leader, Frieza. The thought made me shudder. As if. 
“I’m not here to get revenge for Frieza,” I told the man, carefully picking my words so as to not aggravate him further. “Quite the opposite, actually. I… heard word not too long ago that Frieza was dead. Killed by a Saiyan…” I trailed off, averting my eyes. Surely even this Namekian understood, I was here to be reunited with my own kind. For decades, I had been alone, stranded on Ardro. 
“Yeah, right. Four years ago.” He grumbled, clearly pissed. “Listen, I gave you a warning. If you’re not going to take it, fine. Suit yourself.”
With that, I was hit square in the chest with the energy blast he had been charging. As I got knocked back, it seemed he had transported to me in an instant, repeatedly striking punches to my abdomen and face, my already torn and half rotted armor doing nothing to help me. He blasted a stronger blast into my stomach, a smug smirk on his face. That was, until, the blast seemed to go through me, sending me backwards a couple dozen feet. As I flew backwards, I swore I could have seen his smirk fall. Perhaps a look of realization that I didn’t even fight back. At this point, blood seeped from the wounds on my face and abdomen, though something felt wrong. For the first time since I was a teen, I felt pain. Pain that made me want to scream out and kill whoever had done this to me. A hand reached to my stomach, feeling for the damage that had been done. To my horror, and perhaps the Namekians as well, my hand went deep- too deep- before I felt anything. I drew my hand away, shaking, only to see it covered in blood and melted flesh. 
For a moment, I stared in shock. Without a regenerative tank- the kind Frieza’s galactic empire had on their ships and planetary stations- there was no way for me to survive this. I coughed, cascades of blood rushing from my mouth onto the ground and everywhere around me.
Through the cough, I started to laugh. Of course, something as ridiculous and naive as this would take me out. At least I would die in battle, I thought to myself. Better than dying on some desolate planet. 
The footsteps of the large man drew me from my thoughts, looking up only to lock eyes with him. For the first time in this entire encounter, I could not read his expression. His arms were crossed over his chest, cape billowing in the nightly wind. He was silent for a long moment, perhaps arguing with himself over what to say. Finally, just as he was about to say something, he seemed to take notice of something he hadn't previously. It was at this point that I could, deductively, read his expression- though it was only for a second before he was once again expressionless. 
There was another long pause, and another blood-spattering cough from me, before he finally spoke. “You have a tail.” I stared at him, confusion written in my features. “Of course… I have a tail…” Another coughing fit overtook me, interrupting my reply. “As far as I am aware, all Saiyans on Vegetasei did…” I wheezed, breathing becoming harder to execute, the pain in my abdomen making me dizzy. It was clear to me, having been the witness to many deaths that were by my own hand, that I was on death's door. Perhaps, in Hell, I would be lucky enough to reunite with my team. Nezza, Taro… perhaps even the prince himself, if I was lucky. 
 
It was around this point that the Namekian looked up, turning his head behind him. “I wondered how long it would take you to show up.” He grumbled out, and at first through my daze, I thought he had been talking to me. It didn't take long for me to realize that wasn't the case though, as I heard another man's voice. Although I was out of it by this point, my body still seemed to be on high alert, aware of its surroundings. As I heard the man come closer, my tail- which was no longer around my waist, but stretched out alongside me- seemed to have some type of piloerection effect. 
“Hey Piccolo! Sorry, Chi-Chi wouldn’t let me leave at first. And, you seemed to have it handled, so…” His voice trailed off, coming to a stop just out of my line of sight. “I came as soon as I could when I felt their power level fading… It didn't seem like they put up any fight. Guess curiosity got the best of me.” The man let out a laugh that was more of a giggle, or chuckle, than actual laugh. 
“That would be because she didn’t.” The Namek, whom I had learned was named Piccolo, said with a huff. “I thought at first she was just another Frieza fanatic, here to get revenge. However…” He trailed off, and seemed to gesture towards my tail. 
‘Woah! Is that a tail?” The other man asked, looming over me. At this point through blood loss or just the fact I was mere moments from death, my vision was too blurry to make out any details of the man. I could tell he was taller than me, wearing orange, and had dark hair, though anything further than that was a lost cause. “Yes, now listen. What is your plan here? She’s almost dead, as is. Should I finish the job, or have her healed? She’s wearing the same armor that Frieza’s men wore. I’m not sure if she can be trusted.” 
There was a brief pause before the other, shorter man responded. “I’ll bring her to Bulma, see what she can do. I don't think she would be able to do much harm, Piccolo. I mean, you beat her with ease.” There was an annoyed grunt from Piccolo at this.
 Slowly, my consciousness started to fade. If you're going to heal me, then do it, I thought bitterly. I would rather die on the battlefield than have them mess around, trying to heal me and end up killing me that way. That was no way for a Saiyan to die. 
“It would feel wrong to kill a Saiyan, too. She hasn’t exactly done anything wrong.  I'm sure you would feel the same way if you were in my shoes, Piccolo. And, besides, ‘Geta never mentioned any other Saiyans besides the ones we knew of. So, I think he’d have my hide if he knew I let you kill one.” Another odd half giggle, half laugh came from the man. “Right.” Was all Piccolo had to say before he stepped back, letting the other man pick up the female Saiyan bridal style. A startled, pained scream escaped me, until finally the pain became too much to handle. Before I lost consciousness, however, I heard the man say-
“Don’t worry, you'll be fixed up in no time. Then we can talk, saiyan to saiyan.”
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kaprisunn9 · 1 year
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7.18.22
Akira Chiitosou, Saiyan Princess, Wife of Vegeta
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derkhue · 9 months
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goku 💪👊 dragon ball
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spilledbeans116 · 1 year
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Hey, I'm sending you an inspiration pic. Whatever idea or feeling you get from the picture can serve as the basis for a fic or a short or just a drabble. Enjoy!
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Sorry it took a bit! Finals and what not keep me busy, you know? Anyways, before we get into it, I want to thank you for being my first ever request! When I saw the ask I got so happy I genuinely squealed and spooked my sister LOL.
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The Plan - Vegeta x Reader - 3,599 Words
Reader's gender not specified - No use of Y/N - SFW
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    The dirt was cold beneath your skin, your cheeks pressed against it as you groaned in pain. Being volleyed into the ground like a bouncy ball by the saiyan prince certainly wasn’t pleasant; you almost didn’t want to get back up and face him, especially after that embarrassing display you had just put on.
    “You’re not very good at this,” Vegeta quipped, landing beside you and grabbing you by the hem of your shirt. He placed you back on your feet, looking you over with a bored expression. He was in his typical attire: white chest plate with matching boots and gloves slipped on over that damn blue body-suit. You could see his muscles clearly, which no doubt kept you distracted on top of everything else. You had been wanting him to train with you for weeks now, wanting to show off the new technique that Goku had taught you. However, that seemed to be backfiring as you continued to fail to even find an opening for it.
     “I’m rusty, sue me,” you shrugged with a smirk. He simply rolled his eyes, scoffing in the process. 
     “You were the one to agree to this! If you weren’t prepared, why bother!”
    You flinched at his tone before turning away from him. The truth was you thought you had been prepared. Your little crush on the saiyan prince had left you splashing about in the deep end, and Goku said that asking to train with him was exactly what you needed to “loosen up.” It was hard to say no to that big puppy dog, especially when he was so excited to help out after hearing about your plight. 
     “Come on! I’ll even spar with you to help you get ready!” He whined, those gentle eyes of his leaving you defenseless. “Please please please let me help! Please!” That last please was what had gotten you. You trained with Goku for about a month, perfecting his technique and holding your own against the saiyan during your matches. It was when he decided you were ready that he started to sprinkle in the idea of sparring with you to Vegeta. Little spouts of compliments, noting how you were stronger than he thought and how it was really fun practicing with you. 
    You didn’t think it was going to work, but you were surprised when Vegeta approached you at one of Chi-Chi’s cookouts.
     “Kakarot won’t shut up about you,” he had grunted, taking a swig of his beer and leaning against the railing behind you. You couldn’t meet his gaze, glancing down at your own drink.
    “Yeah, we’ve been practicing a lot lately,” you replied casually, trying not to stumble over your words. Whenever he got close it was as if it became harder to think; harder to breathe. This had been when you started to second guess Goku’s plan. You shot him a glance across the way when and he flashed that sunshine smile of his, giving you a quick thumbs up before continuing to stuff his face.
     “If you want a real challenge you should train with me.” Vegeta scoffed, glancing over at you. You felt like you were going to melt.
     “Sounds good to me,” you smiled. “Just don’t expect me to go easy on you!”
     Now here you were, getting your ass handed to you in his base form. You could handle Goku powered up to super saiyan, hell you could dodge his throws when he leveled up to SS2, but with Vegeta it was as if it all went out the window and you were back in your first fighting lesson. Being so close to him you could smell him, hear his grunts and sharp inhales as he moved around. It was eating you alive.
     “I’m just warming up! That’s all,” you offered instead, brushing yourself off. You wiped your brow and shook out your hands to expel your nerves. “I’m ready now, I swear.”
     “Good. I was just warming up as well,” he smirked, floating back up into the sky with his arms crossed. You followed him up, staying eye level with him the whole time. “Now the fight truly begins.”
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    After the first few punches it had been clear he was serious. You weaved between his throws quickly, barely dodging as he swept his leg out and went to kick you back. You grabbed his leg, spinning him quickly in a circle before launching him off to your left. In the blink of an eye he was on your right, and you blocked your head with your arm as he threw another punch.
     “Tch, as if that would do anything!” He yelled, finally landing a hit in your gut. You gasped for air, clutching your stomach as you curled up slightly from the impact. He seemed to falter for a second but it felt as if you had hallucinated it as he launched his foot into your chest, sending you flying backwards.
    Suddenly your flight was stopped as he was behind you, sending you careening towards the ground as his boot met your spine. You stopped yourself in mid-air suddenly, flipping around to shoot out your arms and launch a handful of brightly colored ki blasts at where you would have landed. Dust was thrown up, creating a smokescreen of sorts as you regained your composure and landed softly on the dirt floor. You looked around for the prince to no avail, your attack having coated you and your vision in smoke.
    You shut your eyes tight, waiting for his power to surge as he went to attack you. You felt a tingling feeling from above you and stepped aside as Vegeta planted his foot right where your body had been. You swung quickly, feeling your fist connect with his chest as he staggered back. You swung, left then right then left again, each blow connecting with his face, cheek, then gut. He inhaled sharply, ducking as you swung at his head again. 
    He spun, his foot sweeping your legs out from under you as you fell on your ass. You smirked as you attempted to return the favor, spinning on your back to kick his legs out from under him. He jumped, landing back on the floor right as you pushed yourself up, kicking him straight in the stomach instead. Sweat clouded your forehead and ran down your neck, sending a shiver down your spine as the prince grabbed onto your ankle. He lifted you above his head quickly, using the momentum to slam your body back onto the floor behind him.
    You cried out in pain, spittle flying from your mouth as your vision flashed hot and white. His grip on your ankle loosened for a moment before tightening once more; he grit his teeth as you lifted back up and spun around like a top, the wind whipping past you and cooling your skin. You began to feel nauseous from how fast you were going before he let go, launching you a good distance from him.
     Your body hit the ground and continued to roll, sending up a dust cloud in your wake. After three or four tumbles you sprang up, digging your heels into the dirt and leaving behind skid marks. You wiped your mouth on your arm, spitting out blood as you stared at the prince.
    “Had enough?” He huffed, crossing his arms once more. “I’m getting tired of this.”
    You took your fighting stance, shaking your head. “No! I still haven’t shown you what I can do!”
    He sighed at that, rolling his eyes as he began to float up, “let’s get this over with then,” he grunted, eyes running over your bruised form. Your glances met for a moment and a moment only before he tore his eyes away, unable to hold your gaze as you looked at him with such determination.
    You certainly didn’t feel determined right now as you studied his own features. He was dirty, same as you, but other than that seemingly untouched. He tilted his body in the air, moving his arms to the right of him and bending his one leg at the knee. You felt your heart race as he placed the palm of his left hand over the back of his right, curling his fingers in the process.
    You knew his moves well, and were very aware of how powerful his next attack would be. You started to build your energy, feeling it ripple and crackle around you as the dirt below your feet shook, pebbles rising slightly from the disruption of energy. 
    You grew annoyed with yourself, Goku, and him. Why had Goku been so incessant on helping you with this? You realized he didn’t know a damn thing about romance and sure, his intentions had been good, but now you were just making a fool of yourself in front of the prince. It was obvious you were merely a toy for him, the look on Vegeta’s face not at all concerned. His brows were furrowed, but what else was new? For the most part he seemed relaxed, not even bothering to power up fully. That is what pushed you to keep pulling as he began his attack.
    “GALICK!” He shouted, a purple aura slowly enveloping him. You braced yourself, feeling the energy bud beneath your fingertips as you prepared to release your own counter attack. “GUN!” At his shout, a powerful laser shot from his hands, quickly being met with a blast and yell of your own.
    The colors clashed and sent sparks around the both of you as you fought to maintain it, the force of the attack startling Vegeta slightly. He hadn’t prepared properly for it to be as strong as it was and found his hold on it slipping. “OH NO YOU DON’T!” He screamed, powering up to super saiyan as a wave went through his attack. You watched as the purple beam began to envelop your own before you widened your stance slightly. You grit your teeth, unsure of if you should push yourself during this and if your body would be able to take it. You decided that it was worth it; you could vent your frustrations with this idiotic plan while the opportunity was presented to you. All of those days spent training, for what? To not even be taken seriously?
     “KAIOKEN!” You yelled, feeling your power surge.
     “Not again!” Vegeta grunted, sending another surge of power through his beam. They seemed to be stuck at a halfway point before the ground around you began to crack and split, your energy leaving a crater around you.
     “TIMES… TEN!” Your body glowed red and you cried out at the strain on your muscles as you forced the energy to be expelled from your body. You ki widened, beginning to steadily break through his before he rolled out of the way at the last second, your beam launching out beside him and into the sky as he watched with wide eyes. You sank deeper into the Earth, tears welling in your eyes as it felt as though your body was being torn apart; you had perfected five, but nothing above that had even been explored. 
    You cut the attack off, your arms falling weakly at your sides as your power receded. 
    “THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!” Vegeta screamed, marching over to you, golden form glowing before your eyes. Your vision was blurry, but even then his bright blue eyes stuck out against the world around you. He was beautiful like this, as bright as a star in the night. “YOU WERE TRYING TO KILL ME!”
    You smirked weakly, a laugh bubbling in the back of your throat as your body swayed. “I won.” As your legs gave out along with your consciousness, Vegeta was quick to catch you before you could hit the floor. He shifted you in his arms, his left hand supporting the base of your neck while the other held your legs.
    “You idiot,” he frowned, shooting off back to Bulma’s.
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    You groaned as you came to, your head swimming as you sat up slowly. You went to lift your hand to your forehead to provide some sort of pressure against the ache but instead found yourself hissing as your arm shifted. You looked down at it, wrapped in bandages like a mummy. 
    “Settle down, you’re fine.” Vegeta huffed. Your eyes shot up, finding him leaning against the doorframe of the room you were in. It was decorated plainly, with dark dressers, cabinets, and hardwood floors. There were no photographs or decorations, just a small desk with a navy blue journal and a white lamp sitting on it. The bed you were in had dark blue sheets, soft and silky beneath your skin.
     “Where am I?” You croaked, your entire body aching as you spoke.
    “My room,” he replied plainly, causing your face to heat up. He didn’t notice, walking over to the desk and grabbing the journal carefully before shoving it into one of the drawers.
    “Why?”
    Vegeta rolled his eyes and scoffed as if you had asked the dumbest question in the entire world. “You passed out. I very well wasn’t going to leave you there.”
     “Why not a hospital? Bulma’s medical ward?” 
    He frowned, “Bulma isn’t here and a hospital wouldn’t know what to do with you like this.” He pulled out the rolling-chair by his desk, sitting in it and resting his arms on his legs. He leaned forward to stare at you, clasping his hands in front of his face. “Why the hell did you do that?”
     “Do what?”
     “Push yourself that far. It was clear you weren’t ready.”
     You scoffed, rolling your eyes and pouting, “whatever. I wouldn’t have known unless I tried. Besides, I’m still alive aren’t I?”
    “You could have killed yourself!”
    “I know my own limits!” You snapped, attempting to sit up. You cried out before Vegeta placed a hand on your chest and pushed you back down.
    “Stop moving. Your body needs rest.”
    You gave a chuckle at that before wincing. “That’s ironic coming from you, Mr. Broken Ribs.”
    You were surprised to see a smirk tug at his lips before it quickly disappeared. “See? I know what I’m talking about then. Wait here.”
    He got up, walking out of the room and leaving you alone with your thoughts for the time being. You became acutely aware of how much his bed smelled like him. You resisted the urge to pull the blankets up to your face and bury your head in them. Why had he taken you here? Surely Bulma had spare bedrooms that were free, it wasn’t as if her house was filled with people at the moment. 
    Vegeta returned a few minutes later; he had a small tray in his hands, with a bowl and a bottle of water resting on it precariously. He walked over to you, boots clacking against the wooden floor before he set it on your lap.
    “Here. You need to stay hydrated and I wouldn’t doubt you’re probably starving.”
    You went to tell him you weren’t, but the comedic timing of your growling stomach shut you up quickly. Instead, you said, “the prince of all saiyans made me soup? It’s an honor.”
    He blushed slightly, his ears heating up before he glanced away and crossed his arms again. “Oh whatever. Don’t start or I’ll eat the damn food myself.”
    You grunted as you picked up the spoon and raised it to your lips, blowing on it carefully before drinking the broth. You smiled as the warm liquid ran down your throat, relaxing your body a bit as you dipped the spoon back down for more. “How’d you know this is my favorite? Or was it just a lucky guess?”
    Vegeta visibly stiffened, his hands twitching at his sides as he thought of how to answer. “Does it matter?”
    “No, I guess not. Just happy is all.” You looked up at him, flashing him a genuine smile. “Thank you, Vegeta.”
     He went silent, sitting back in the chair and crossing his legs. He gripped the edge of the chair tightly as he mumbled under his breath, “Kakarot told me it was your favorite.”
    “What was that?” You asked, popping the spoon in your mouth and crying out, dropping it quickly as he hopped up.
    “What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself? Your wrist?” He grabbed your arm quickly yet carefully, turning it over so he could study your open palm and wrist. His eyes ran over your skin, scanning for any signs of strain or damage.
     “I burned my mouth,” you whined. “It’s really hot.”
     “YOU IDIOT!” He snapped, dropping your hand. It bounced against the bed slightly. “OF COURSE IT’S HOT!”
     “YOU DISTRACTED ME!”
     “TCH! DON’T BLAME ME FOR YOUR OWN REDUNDANCY!”
    You frowned, picking up the spoon and setting it back in the bowl. After a bit of silence the bowl was empty, and you went to pick up the water. Vegeta snatched it quickly, opening it for you before setting it back on the tray. You raised an eyebrow at him as he glared at you.
     “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself, Vegeta. You don’t have to baby me.”
     “I’m the reason you ended up like this,” he frowned. “I’m merely making up for my own transgressions. Nothing else.”
     “You don’t take care of Goku after you mess him up,” you teased as you took a sip from the bottle. Vegeta stayed silent once more, unable to deny your point but unwilling to explain himself. You chose not to push him, changing the subject instead. “How long was I out for?”
    “Three days.” He replied plainly. You, on the other hand, began to panic.
     “THREE DAYS?” You ran your hands over your head, eyes wide as you began to panic. “I WAS OUT FOR THREE DAYS? BUT-“
    “I took care of everything.” He grunted, leaning back and staring at the drawer he had placed his journal in. 
    “What-“
    “You didn’t miss anything and I checked in on your things.”
     You blinked at him, “oh. Well thank you.” You were surprised he paid that much attention to you. You could have sworn that sometimes he couldn’t even remember your name let alone all the things you had to take care of in your life.
     “You’re welcome. I won’t be so kind next time, so don’t let this happen again.”
     “Next time?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow at him. 
     He simply nodded, “it’s obvious Kakarot isn’t training you properly even though you have plenty of untapped potential. From now on I’ll be training you instead.”
     You blushed a bit at the idea of spending more time with the prince before laughing awkwardly. He glared at you, taking it as mockery towards his offer. “What the hell is so funny?”
     “I thought you hated training with me!” You giggled, trying to cover your mouth to stop yourself. “You looked bored the entire fight. You even kept complaining about it!”
    “How else were you going to get worked up and unleash your potential?” He huffed. “Besides, I always look the same, don’t I?”
    You laughed again at that; a good, hearty one, while Vegeta smirked down at you. He loved seeing you smile, and it warmed his heart that he was what was bringing that look to your face. “You’ve got me there. I won’t take it easy on you once I’m better though!”
    He grinned once more as he collected your tray and empty bowl, making his way to the kitchen to wash everything. 
    Sure, asking Kakarot to put in a good word for him with you hadn’t gone entirely as expected. When Kakarot had come back and told him he started training with you, Vegeta wanted to knock his teeth out. After a bit his incessant rambling about you pushed Vegeta to the edge, wanting to make a move before it was too late. He hadn’t realized you took training so seriously in the first place, but he didn’t mind. Being alone with you, even if it was to spar, sounded good to him. He didn’t want to hurt you, throwing his punches on occasion and not pushing himself as hard. A select few times he thought of stopping altogether, but realized you might take offense to it. Apparently you had anyway, and almost died in the process.
    Next time he’d show you how to fight properly; how to use his techniques without straining your body. After a while, maybe he’d even have the courage to ask you on a date. He shook his head at that. What was he even thinking? A date? Where the hell had that come from? He finished rinsing off the utensils and dried them with the dish rag before putting them all away. Sure he had feelings for you, but that didn’t mean they were reciprocated. 
    Little did either of you know, Goku had planned this all from the start as a means to get you two together. Both the prince and yourself had confided in him your crushes, and he’d be damned if he didn’t do something to get his best buds together. After all, he bet Krillin 10 bucks it would happen, and Goku wasn’t one to lose at anything. Later down the road, when you guys would eventually become official, then he would embarrass you both with the stories and confessions you had told him. Until then, he would just have to continue to be the best wing-man this universe had ever seen.
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more art dump
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I gave both their own forms that kinda go together cus idk like father like son ig.
I got so much hate on tiktok for these guys i had to filter comments. 😭😭
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Chrono Heart (Future Trunks X Black!OC)
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*I DO NOT OWN/CLAIM TO OWN ANYTHING IN RELATION TO DBZ. I ONLY CLAIM THE ORIGINAL STORY IDEA AND BLACK!OC IN THIS STORY!*
Chapter 1: The Relic and the Reawakening
The remnants of Dr. Gero’s lab were a graveyard of twisted metal and shattered dreams, a monument to the hubris of a man who played god with circuits and steel. Hidden beneath this forsaken ruin, a capsule hissed open, and from its depths, a figure emerged—Axa. With skin like polished ebony, eyes that shimmered with the golden light of a thousand captured stars, and hair that cascaded down in an untamed torrent, she was a sight to behold—beauty crafted by ambition, innocence shaped by design.
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She stood, hesitantly, in the dim light of her metallic tomb, a stark contrast to the vividness of her form. Her limbs moved with an elegance that was almost haunting, yet her expression held the innocence of a child looking out upon the world for the first time.
Unbidden, Axa's body propelled her through the labyrinth of the city, every calculation in her head leading her to an encounter she did not understand. It was as if an invisible hand guided her to a serene park, where the familiar silhouette of Android 18 stood, lost in the simplicity of feeding ducks at the pond—a moment of peace in a life so often marked by conflict.
Axa’s presence cast a shadow over the tranquility, and 18 turned, her eyes widening in shock and recognition. "Axa? Is it really you?" she gasped, the breadcrumbs slipping from her fingers.
Their reunion was explosive—a symphony of fists and flashes of shared history. As they sparred, 18, amidst parries and takedowns, called out to the essence of the girl she once knew.
"Remember when we sparred with 16 in the orchard, the cherry blossoms falling around us like snow?" she grunted, dodging a swift punch. "Or the time we snuck into the city, 17 dared us to ride the rollercoaster and you laughed until you cried?"
Each word struck Axa deeper than any physical blow could, unlocking the sealed doors of her memory. "And that night, the four of us lay in the grass, making shapes out of stars, dreaming of freedom," 18 continued, her voice laced with nostalgia, even as she blocked a kick. "But then you were gone. Gero said you were defective, but you were just... you were just Axa. You were just a little girl, and I... we, I should have done something."
Tears spilled from Axa's eyes, liquid diamonds trailing down her face, an alien sensation that stopped her cold. Her hands came up to her face, fingers trembling as she touched the moisture with wonder. "What... what is this?" she whispered, her voice breaking.
"It's crying, Axa," 18 replied with a bittersweet chuckle, the fight draining from her. "It happens when you're sad... or happy... or even when you laugh so hard, you can't stop. It means you're alive."
Axa's golden gaze, now dulled by confusion and sorrow, met 18's. "I don't... I don't understand," she said, a lost child wrapped in the shell of a machine.
"I know," 18 said, stepping forward to wrap an arm around her. "I forgot to search for you when I found my own life. But now I’m here, and I'll help you. Let me show you the life I've built. You’ll fit right in. Krillin, my husband, Marron, our daughter—they'll love you."
The promise of a family warmed something inside Axa, a spark of belonging that she didn't know she needed.
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The scene shifted to the familial home, where the spark was met with a torrent of fear and misunderstanding.
The home that once held warmth and laughter was now a battlefield of words and emotions. The cozy living room, with its family photos and children's drawings, became the arena. Krillin's face was flushed with a mix of protective fear and incandescent rage. "18, how in the world could you think this was okay? Bringing her into our home without even a word to me?" His voice shook the very foundations of their sanctuary, a volume reserved for life-and-death battles, not familial disputes.
"You're not getting it, Krillin!" 18 shot back, her own voice a force to be reckoned with. "You think I can't see danger? I know danger. I've been danger. But she—" 18 jabbed a finger towards Axa, "—is just lost. We owe her this!"
Marron, with the blissful ignorance of childhood, had wandered over to Axa, offering a small stuffed dinosaur with a smile. "Do you wanna play with Mr. Dino?" she had asked, her voice a sing-song note in the dissonant symphony of the adults' conflict.
Krillin's eyes darted from Marron to Axa, and with a speed that betrayed his martial prowess, he scooped Marron into his arms. "Marron, sweetie, why don't you go play in your room, okay?" His words were gentle with his daughter, but when his gaze swung back to Axa, they were steel blades. "Stay away from her," he snapped at Axa. "We don't know you, what you're capable of—what if you're programmed to…to…"
His words trailed off, but the accusation hung heavily in the air, an invisible smog choking the room. Axa, who stood like a statue wrought from onyx, felt each word strike her. Her hands, which moments ago had explored the texture of the child's toy, now hung limply at her sides. The shine in her golden eyes dulled, a gloss of pain over the brightness.
"Krillin," 18's voice cracked like a whip, her anger transforming into something fierce and protective. "Listen to yourself! She’s not a threat! How can you judge her like this?"
The silence that followed was suffocating. Axa's soft, disbelieving sobs were the only sound, a heartbreaking melody that seemed to wrap around the room. She blinked rapidly, her human-like innocence clashing with her android perfection as she attempted to process the whirlwind of rejection and anger.
"I… I don't want to be a problem," Axa stammered out, her voice a mere whisper but slicing through the tension. "I didn't mean to cause trouble. I'm sorry."
Krillin, his face softening for a moment at Axa's words, struggled with the turmoil inside him. His duty to protect his family warring with the empathy he had learned from his wife. "18, I…," he started, but the words tangled, a mess of emotion and duty.
"No," 18 interrupted, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of frustration. "No, Krillin. She's not just some android. She's Axa. Remember that. She's not the past; she’s someone who needs us now."
In the quiet that followed, the trio stood, the balance of their world shifted, as they each considered the weight of what it meant to be family, to be human, or something akin to it. Axa, still caught in the eye of the storm, dared to hope for a harbor in this tempest—a place where she could anchor her heart.
The turmoil in the room reached a crescendo, a tidal wave of emotion that crashed over Axa with overwhelming force. As Krillin and Android 18's argument continued, Axa's mind began to fracture under the strain. She clutched at her temples, her golden eyes flickering erratically as memories—long suppressed—surged to the surface.
She was small again, diminutive and human, watching through the bars of a crib as giants in white coats and stern faces argued loudly above her. The cacophony of their voices was terrifying, a discordant symphony that crescendoed into an unbearable din. Words like "potential" and "failure" were thrown back and forth, volleying over her head like some high-stakes game she could not comprehend.
Her breath hitched, a robotic mimicry of a panic attack, and her body began to seize up. Her limbs locked in place, and the glow in her eyes sputtered like a dying star. "System… overload…" she managed to gasp out before collapsing like a puppet with its strings cut, her form going limp and unresponsive on the floor.
"18, we need to do something!" Krillin's voice was now tinged with fear for Axa, the protective instinct he felt for all living beings—especially those under his roof—kicking in.
18 knelt beside Axa, her fingers hovering over the android's inert body. Her heart, though not flesh and blood, ached with a mix of fear and protectiveness. "Dammit," she cursed softly, her usual composure fraying at the edges.
Krillin ran a hand through his hair, his eyes darting from his wife to the still figure on the floor. "Maybe… we should take her to see Bulma. She's dealt with… this kind of thing before."
Android 18's eyes narrowed at the suggestion. "Bulma has a good heart, but she's got that scientist's curiosity. She'll want to dissect every part of Axa's programming," she said, her voice a growl of resistance. "And Vegeta…" she trailed off, a scowl creasing her features at the thought of the Saiyan prince's unpredictable nature.
Krillin nodded slowly, understanding his wife's concerns. "We don't have to tell everyone, just Bulma. She'll know what to do," he insisted, his tone imploring. "Vegeta won't lay a finger on her—I'll deal with him if I have to."
The two locked eyes, a silent conversation passing between them. It was a gamble, but Axa needed help that they couldn't give. With a heavy heart, 18 agreed. "Fine. But we're not leaving her side. Not for a second."
Carefully, they gathered Axa's motionless form, her weight a testament to the gravity of their situation. Together, they stepped into the cool evening air, the weight of Axa's fate a heavy shroud upon their shoulders as they made their way to Capsule Corporation, and into the uncertain future that awaited them.
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More on Axa (Pronounced: Axe-e-ah or Ahh-x-ah)
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*Apologies for inconsistent art styles. I utilized Art breeder. Unfortunately I don't see many resources to help create black!Ocs in consistent styles and diverse poses out there. If you know of any please let me know! As you continue reading the story imagine her in the DBZ art style. Thank you!*
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I'm so in love with this little man
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jazzystudios82 · 13 days
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His Lovely Rose - Chapter 8: The Confrontation
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Location: Planet Earth. . . .
As it turned out, one of the children had their tablet with them in case they got bored and was trying to watch a movie, but it played an ad for an upcoming action flick, and that was where the gunshot sound was coming from. After reassuring the guests that everything was alright, Bulma had decided to announce the bingo tournament she planned in the hopes that it would calm everyone down.
Far from the stage, Brier sat with her husband and friend at their table, playing with a fork that was on her right side. While she was curious to see what the bingo tournament would bring, Brier still couldn't get that weird crow's eyes out of her mind. 
"-r? Brier, are you listening to me?" 
The white skinned goddess stopped playing with her fork and looked at her husband. "I'm sorry, what was that?" "I just wanted to know if that crow-thing was still bothering you." 
All Brier did was nod her head to answer him. "I see. Well whatever that thing is, it's gone, so don't worry about it anymore, ok?" Beerus told her. "You make it sound easy." Brier said. "But there was just something about it that seemed. . .not right. I honestly don't know how else to put it." 
"Do you wish for us to talk about something else?" Whis asked. Brier nodded. "Alright then." Beerus said, not wanting to see his wife frown anymore. "Now, about that Super Saiyan God, I haven't sensed even a pinch of divine energy since we've been here. I was very much looking forward to meeting him." 
"From doing what humans call 'mingling', I've learned that the only pure-blooded Saiyans are Vegeta and Goku." Whis revealed as he took a bite of spicy chicken from his plate. "The rest are only half-breeds and children at that."
"Really? In that case, why don't we just go to my fathers' home and ask for help." Brier suggested, slowly forgetting about the bird from earlier. "I'm sure that neither of them would mind."
"Really? Even Arum?" Beerus asked.
"Well, I'm going to head to the ladies' room." Brier said, practically avoiding the question. "Let me know when you boys are ready to go." 
While Beerus didn't like that she ignored his question, he decided to drop it. “While we wait for Lady Brier to finish with her business, why don’t we go and take some food with us?” Whis suggested. “There’s this dessert they have called pudding." 
"Huh? 'Pudding'?" Brier muttered softly. What an odd name for a dessert. 
"I tried one myself, and I must say it’s most delicious. It has a subtle sweetness and a rich velvety texture that is absolutely to die for.” Whis added. This captured Beerus’ attention. “Really? Show me where they’re keeping this 'pudding' delicacy then.”
"At once."
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After Brier finished using the bathroom, she was approached by Vegeta. “My lady, do you know where Lord Beerus and Whis are at?” Vegeta asked her. “No, I'm afraid not.” Brier answered. "You can probably find them where they give out desserts, seeing as they all had savory food up until this point." “I see. Thank you!” he said as he went to go find them. This allowed Brier to continue with her goal of finding Bulma so that she could say goodbye to her. 
‘Now where is she?’ the goddess wondered silently. Brier’s gaze then landed on the blue haired woman, who seemed to be having a conversation with her friend, a black haired woman wearing a maroon colored dress.
‘There she is!’ Brier thought happily as she walked towards the two earth women. “Hello Ms Bulma!” she greeted as soon as the two finished speaking with one another. “Oh hi Brier! You seem awfully jolly.” Bulma said, amused. She was glad to see that she had gotten over the creepy bird from earlier.
“Huh? What do you mean?” Brier asked, confused. “Oh nothing. Anyway, this is my friend Chi-Chi.” Bulma said, introducing the two of them to each other.
“Greetings Ms Chi-Chi.” Brier said, offering her hand to shake, to which she did. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I hope that we can get along in the future.” Brier added with a pretty smile. “O-Oh, the pleasure’s all mine!” Chi-Chi said, sounding flustered. How could someone so polite and beautiful exist?
“Ms Chi-Chi are you alright?” Brier asked, concerned. “Your face seems to be getting a little red.” “Huh? Oh! I-It’s nothing serious!” Chi-Chi exclaimed, embarrassed. “Are you sure Chi-Chi?” Bulma questioned. “Yes, it’s fine! I'm probably just-” Brier’s attention went from Bulma and Chi-Chi to the two boys, Trunks and Goten. They had walked up to the two women and were about to speak, that is until they noticed the goddess’ presence and froze. 
Brier got down to their level and said, “Hello there you two. How are-” “W-We’re so sorry miss!” Trunks interrupted, not only shocking Brier, but Bulma and Chi-Chi as well. “We didn’t mean to do that to you! We were just playing!” “Y-Yeah! Please don’t be mad!” they said at the same time, but Brier was able to hear them perfectly fine. “It’s alright. I know that it was an accident.” Brier told them reassuringly.
“You’re. . .you’re not mad?” Goten asked. “No. Why would I be?” Brier asked, but their attention went to Bulma and Chi-Chi when the both of them asked, “Wait, what are you two talking about?” “Yeah, Goten, what’s going on? What happened?”
“!” This caused the two boys to get nervous. So nervous that they both looked to the ground, avoiding their mothers’ gaze. This led Brier to come to their defense. “It’s nothing serious really. There was this little incident of sorts, and-” Suddenly, a loud crash interrupted her, causing everyone to look behind themselves to see what was the cause of it. 
Much to Brier's shock, Beerus was being repeatedly punched by the chubby pink creature known as Majin Buu. “Oh my god! What happened?!” Chi-Chi exclaimed, her hands covering her mouth in shock. “I-I don’t know. . .!!” Bulma said, too stunned to move. “Brier, I'm so sorry about this! I swear that Buu’s usually much better behaved than this!” Bulma added, looking at the goddess. “I’ll tell the others to stop him before Beerus gets hurt!”
“Well I appreciate your concern Ms Bulma, it’s not my husband’s safety that we should be worried about!” Brier told her. Before Bulma or Chi-Chi could ask what she meant, Beerus threw Buu overboard, causing him to crash in the sea. 
'I don't understand, he was in such a good mood earlier!' Brier thought to herself. 'What in Zeno's name made him. . .?' 
Brier saw Whis near a sushi stand, so she quickly walked towards him and asked, “Whis, what happened?!” “The stall that was giving out pudding cups ran out, and the one known as ‘Majin Buu’ had several pudding cups that he was eating from. So Lord Beerus and I asked if he could share some with us, but he refused and Lord Beerus lost his temper, which resulted in the fight.” Whis said calmly.
“Of course that’s what happened. . .” Brier mumbled with a grimace on her face. Why? Why did that have to be the thing that set him off?!
In the blink of an eye, Majin Buu emerged from the ocean and flew towards Beerus, attempting to attack him once more. But just like last time, Beerus grabbed Buu by the arm and threw the pink being into a nearby food stall that was on the ship. “Well, we might as well go ahead and take some food with us. This planet appears to be doomed.” Whis said, nonchalant.
“What? Don’t you think that we should at least try to calm him down before we call it quits?” Brier questioned. “Honestly, I don’t think that there’s much I can do. But perhaps you’ll have a better chance than I.” Whis said as he walked to a nearby food stand.
“Good luck, my lady.” 
‘Thanks for the help, Whis. . .’ Brier thought silently. Now while she knew that it wasn't a good idea to get attached to the residents of planets she and Beerus visit for obvious reasons, it was clear that these mortals were good people and didn't deserve to have their world destroyed over something so trivial. Now she had to think of a way to get him to calm down. 
‘Now, how should I approach this? Maybe I should-’ Brier snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Beerus shout out, "Brier! Whis! Let's wrap this up! I'm gonna wreck this world and get on with the rest of my day!" Now while Brier herself didn't respond, Whis said, "Just a few minutes, my lord! I'm right in the middle of an order!" "Excuse me?! I'm not waiting! So you either get up here now or explode with the rest of this planet!" 
"!" Brier had attempted to speak up, but was stopped when she saw a bright flash of white light. After the light dissipated, she saw a brand new individual, who seemed to be a fusion of the two half-Saiyans Trunks and Goten. 
"Did someone order a superhero? 'Cause Gotenks is here to answer the call!" he announced, his voice a mixture of the two young Earthlings. As this "Gotenks" flew up to where Beerus was, Brier could hear Vegeta telling them to stay away and "defuse", whatever that was supposed to mean. 
"Bad news, kitty cat. You shouldn't poop on a party when I'm on the guest list!" Gotenks exclaimed. "Now you've got about five seconds to start behaving, or the great Gotenks is taking you to school!" "Very funny kid, now move." Beerus said as a response. "Well, I warned you. But looks like school it will be!" Gotenks said, and then proceeded to say the name of an attack that Brier couldn't really keep up with. But it resulted in Gotenks punching Beerus directly in the chest, and just like Brier predicted, it did nothing. 
Though this seemed to be a great surprise for Gotenks. "What?! No way!" ". . .Just curious, but was that supposed to hurt?" Beerus asked. Gritting his teeth, Gotenks began to launch multiple punches on the Destroyer with the hope that it would be effective, but it was just like before. But this didn't deter them anyway. 
"I know the real reason why you're here, but it won't work! 'Cause I'll do whatever it takes to keep the Dragon Balls away from you!" Now this had piqued Beerus's interest, causing him to stop Gotenks's attacks by using his ring and middle finger to catch the Saiyan fusion's fist. "Dragon Balls, you say? Sounds like quite the delicacy." he said. "LET GO OF ME, YOU BULLY!" Gotenks shouted as he attempted to free himself of Beerus's grip. "ARE YOUR HANDS MADE OF STEEL?!" But Beerus ignored him and decided to ask about the so called Dragon Balls. "Now tell me, is it a type of pastry or is it a dish made of actual dragon parts?" 
"IT'S NOT FOOD AT ALL, YOU DUMBASS! LET ME GO!" 
Ignoring the "dumbass" comment, Beerus rolled his eyes and released his grip. "You don't play very nice, you know!" "I'm not your playmate, little one, and I don't have time for your childish games." As Gotenks was attempting to soothe the pain in his wrist, he exclaimed, "You're calling me 'childish'?! Look in the mirror, pal! You're the one who's throwing a silly fit because you didn't get to have some lousy pudding!" 
"What. . .? Downplaying my dessert tragedy?" Beerus muttered. 
Brier shook her head and covered her face with her hands. She knew where this was going and she didn't like it. 
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After Gotenks's de-fusion (and Piccolo, #18, and Tien tried to fight against Beerus), the Z-Fighters were all promptly taken out by the deity in a matter of seconds.
While they were being healed by the young Namekian known as "Dende", Brier had decided to once again think of a way to get Beerus to change his mind. Which wasn't easy once he decided on doing something. She attempted to get Whis to help her, but he was too focused on a dish called "sushi" to pay any mind to the situation. But she still tried anyway. 
"Whis, can you please just-" "Like I said earlier, my lady, the only person Lord Beerus will listen to in these kinds of situations is you. I'm afraid that there isn't much that I can do." Whis told her. "But-" "And what is this called, good sir?" Whis interrupted, now speaking to the chef preparing his meal. "I-It's called 'sashimi', sir." "And this one?" "It's called-" 
Brier didn't hear the rest of the conversation as her ears were filled with Vegeta’s warrior cry. He had attempted to attack Beerus, but he was unsuccessful in doing so. Instead he was forced onto his knees by the Destroyer when he put his foot on the back of his head. “Vegeta!!” Bulma cried out, having witnessed the whole thing.
“My my, is that your idea of power?” Beerus questioned with a sinister smirk. “Absolutely pathetic. And you Saiyans had the gall to call yourselves a “warrior race”. That’s what disgusts me about Saiyans. Too much bravado but you always let me down.” 
“You know, your father used to buckle under my foot like this. Despite all that muscle flexing and fist waving, he couldn’t even scratch my heel. You and your father are exactly the same.” he sneered. “Weaklings who pretend to rule over an imaginary throne.” And what he added next nearly made Vegeta stop and freeze. 
"Imagine how your mother would feel if she saw you like this. How disappointed do you think she'd be?" 
“Beerus, that’s enough!” Brier shouted, her voice loud and clear. The destroyer stopped what he was doing, and walked back towards his wife. Brier attempted to speak again, but a sudden slap to her husband’s face prevented her from doing so. 
'Who. . .? Who did that?' Brier wondered, panicking. Her ruby eyes looked from her husband's equally shocked face to see Bulma right next to him. 
'Oh no! Ms Bulma, what have you done?!' 
Bulma looked away from the cat-like deity, turned to Brier and began to shout. “Are you serious?! Now is the time you decided to stop him?!” Brier flinched at the sudden shouting. She was never really good with with people yelling loudly at her. 
Brier took a deep breath and attempted to calm Bulma down. “Ms Bulma, I’m truly sorry for all of this, but I-” “But what?! You had every opportunity to stop your hot-headed husband from ruining the party, but you chose to do nothing! My family and guests got hurt because of him, so I want the two of you to get off this boat right now!” 
"Ms Bulma, please listen to me!" "I don't want to hear any of your excuses!"
The party goers watched as Bulma continued to shout at Brier, who was hiding her clenched fists behind her back. However everyone, especially Vegeta, froze when they saw Beerus staring at Bulma, with an infuriated expression on his face. “B-Bulma, no!” Vegeta muttered. Bulma had finally noticed Beerus glaring at her. “If you have something to say, say it!”
Instead of uttering a single word, Beerus raised the back of his hand towards her. Both Brier and Vegeta immediately knew what he was about to do. “N-No Beerus! Please have mercy!” Vegeta pleaded. “Whatever you plan on doing to her, please do to me instead!!”
“Beerus! Please calm down!” Brier exclaimed. “Don’t do something that you’ll regret-” Beerus slapped Bulma’s face, causing the human woman to fly backwards due to the sudden force of it. Trunks and Goten immediately caught Bulma before she could land on anything and get hurt even more. “MOM!! Are you ok, say something!” Trunks exclaimed, worried.
Brier quickly walked towards the boys to check on Bulma. “I'm so sorry about all of this! Is there anything that I can do to help?” Brier asked the two. “You did magic earlier, right? Is there some kind of spell that you can use to help her?” Goten asked her. Brier nodded and looked at Bulma’s right cheek. Luckily Beerus didn’t use enough force to kill her, all he did was leave a red mark on her cheek. Brier raised her hand and muttered an incantation of sorts. In seconds, the red marking disappeared.
“She’ll be fine, but please be gentle with her. Take her somewhere safe for now. I'll make sure that my husband apologizes greatly for this.” she told them. Trunks and Goten nodded their heads and took Bulma away to a nearby chair to put her in.
Brier looked at her husband with a frustrated expression. Beerus froze immediately. He knew where this was going. "Now dear-" “Beerus! When this poor woman wakes up, you will-" ''What have you done?. . .” Brier and the others turned back to see Vegeta getting back on his feet. "Your Highness. . . .?" 
“How could you?. . .What did you do. . .TO MY BULMA?!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, and subsequently transformed into his first Super Saiyan form.
This stunned everyone in the area, including Beerus. “Mark my words, Beerus! Mark them well! You’re going to suffer for what you’ve done!” Vegeta swore. He quickly flew towards Beerus and began to throw several punches in his way. Beerus was able to block them with just one hand, and punched him in the face when Vegeta attempted to kick him.
Vegeta returned the favor, which caused Beerus to fly away from the ship and towards the ocean, which is where they continued their battle. Their fight was creating violent waves in the sea, which was rocking the cruise ship and nearly threatened the safety of the passengers. 
Brier then muttered a spell under her breath, one that would keep the boat steady. She looked back up in the sky and shouted, "Will you two knock it off and discuss this like the grown adults that you're supposed to be?!" "No!" they both shouted back, not taking their eyes off each other. 
"Also, what's the big deal Brier?! Aren't you supposed to take your husband's side when something like this happens?!" Brier heard Beerus shout as he evaded Vegeta's punches. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Brier yelled, scaring everyone around her (except for Whis). "YOU TWO WILL GET DOWN RIGHT NOW OR ELSE I'M GOING UP THERE AND-" Brier stopped speaking when she felt herself getting a painful headache. It felt as if there were a thousand tiny hammers slamming against her skull.
'My head! It hurts!'  Brier thought as she placed her right hand on the side of her head. 'I don't understand what's going on. Why is this. . .wait, do I need to feed already?!' Brier wondered. She began to think back to the last time she last had something to drink. 'Let's see. . .it was during our travel here when I-' Brier was brought out of her thoughts when she felt someone roughly put their hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, can't you get your husband to stop fighting Vegeta?!" a Namekian asked. From what Brier remembered, his name was Piccolo.
Brier's eyes then wandered to the veins in Piccolo's neck, and almost licked her lips. Realizing what she was doing, Brier attempted to control herself. She didn't want to launch herself at him and rip his flesh apart. "S-Sir Piccolo, was it? Like I said earlier, I'll get my husband to apologize to everyone and then we'll leave this planet. I just need a moment to-"
"Whatever it is that you need can wait!" Piccolo interrupted. "Everyone on this ship is has families that are getting scared and-" 
Piccolo stopped speaking when Brier placed her hand on his and took it off of her shoulder, her grip was rather and her black colored nails were almost digging into his green flesh.
Before he could ask what she was doing, Brier looked directly into his eyes said in a menacing tone, "Do NOT interrupt me when I'm speaking. Like I was trying to say earlier, I'll get Beerus to stop as soon as I take care of something else. Do you understand?"
It took a lot for Piccolo to be scared of someone. And all this dainty woman had to do was turn her eyes completely red and speak down to him in a murderous voice. And what made it worse was that she had an unnerving smile while doing so. But he knew that if he didn't get her to stop Beerus, he could put the others in serious danger. 
"Look, I don't want to start any trouble with you miss, but-" 
"Stop. Talking."
"I-" "Lady Brier, there you are!" Whis interrupted, getting in between the two. The angel was quick to remove Brier's tightening grip on Piccolo and move her away from him. "Whis? What are you-" "There's something over here that I want to show you! I'm sure that you'll love it!" he told her with a smile. Although Brier could tell that it was not his usual smile. This one he had right now seemed rather forced.
Whis had Brier follow him behind a food stand and whispered, "My lady, I can see that you have a bit of a troubling situation at the moment. Is that right?" 
All Brier could do was slowly nod her head, causing Whis to sigh. "I see. . .and Lord Beerus can't help you with your problem. That is quite concerning. If we don't do something now, who knows what you'll do to the mortals around you." The angelic attendant then did something that Brier didn't expect. He put his staff away and raised the sleeve on his left arm, bringing it close to her. 
"Whis! Are. . .are you sure?" Brier asked. "You don't have to do this, you know."
"I know that I don't have to. But I want to. After all, Lord Beerus is a bit preoccupied at the moment to do this himself." Whis told her. "Now take as much as you need, Brier. I promise you that I'll be fine, so don't worry about me."
". . ."
Brier looked at the soft skin that Whis possessed, and swallowed the saliva in her mouth before she took hold of his arm and brought it close to her lips. "I'll be gentle. . ." Brier said to Whis with a sorry look in her eyes. She then opened her mouth to reveal sharp fangs, and softly bit into Whis' wrist. The angel slightly flinched at the feeling, but he quickly got used to it.
It didn't hurt at all, it was like getting a shot at the doctor. So it felt like a little pinch. 
The goddess has tasted all sorts of blood in her long life. And to this day, there were only two beings in the entire 7th universe who had the sweetest and most satisfying to her. Beerus and Whis. But before she could take any more, another loud crash was heard. 
"?!" Brier, even though was nowhere near done, stopped drinking blood from Whis, wiping the angel's purple colored blood from her lips and used a bit of magic to quickly heal the puncture wounds on his wrist. "Lady Brier! You still need to-" "I'm fine!" Brier told him as she went to see what was going on.
Whis sighed as he readjusted his sleeve and grabbed his staff. He then went back to the food stand he was at earlier. He should go see what chef had prepared for him. 
Brier returned to see Vegeta on deck, his hair and eyes back to their original color.“Dammit, that was all that I had!” he exclaimed, slamming his fist on the ground. 'All he had? What did he. . .?' Brier looked up to see a big puff of smoke in the air. Did he shoot Beerus with energy? 
The smoke cleared, revealing that Beerus was alive and well, with barely a scratch on him. “Was that really it? That certainly wasn’t the power of a Super Saiyan God. It was child’s play.” Beerus said. “With a blast that weak, it’s clear. You’re no rival of mine.” “What happened!? Dad was winning!” Brier heard Trunks exclaim.
Brier turned to look at the boy and saw Bulma had awakened. "Ms Bulma, are you alright?" Brier asked. "Yeah, I'm fine." Bulma replied, not quite looking Brier in the eyes. 'She must still be upset.' Brier thought to herself. "I'm glad to see that. Now I'll go and-" "Trunks and Goten told me about what you did to help me. And that you were going to tell Beerus off for what he did." Bulma told her, surprising the goddess. 
"They did?"
"Yeah. So. . .I'm sorry. You know, for yelling at you earlier." Bulma said, truly sounding apologetic. But Brier didn't have a chance to respond, since Beerus made an announcement. "It has been many eons, you know, since I was even able to use ten percent of my power. Take solace that you were at least more entertaining than that Saiyan on King Kai’s planet.The time has come! I will reduce this planet to rubble!"
"!" Brier and the Z Fighters watched him carefully, waiting to see what he'd do. However, no one had expected what he'd say now.
“On second thought, maybe I won’t.” Beerus said, scratching the right side of his head in thought. ‘He won’t? But he was so determined a minute ago.’ Brier thought. What made him. . .wait, was it because of the food he had earlier? 
“Destroying Earth would be quite tragic in a way. Your warriors here might be pitiful, but your cuisine is another matter. It’s simply among the tastiest things in the universe!” He declared. Bulma, having heard every word, was quick to come up with a distraction. “I-I totally agree, sir! It really is great, so it would be a shame to blow up the whole planet and not taste our other specialties!” she exclaimed. "There are others?" Brier mumbled to herself. To simply say, she was shocked to learn such a thing. 
“What?! You mean there’s more?!” He yelled in shock.“Oh yeah, there’s way more of the tiny fraction of food that we earthlings make! Can you maybe please hold off on destroying our planet while we prepare you something?” “An interesting offer. Alright, I’ll give this planet a second chance!” Beerus declared, which made many of Earth’s inhabitants sigh with relief.
“Great. . .and how’s that gonna work exactly?”
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AN: So, uh. . . .if I didn't make it clear before, then I guess I didn't do a good job at hinting at it. So I'll make it clear here: Brier (and her whole species) drinks blood, and it's a main part of her diet. While her species obviously takes inspiration from the Titans from Greek Mythology, there are still some creative liberties I took while I was brainstorming this whole story.
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mirazartsstuff · 1 year
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Working on a Saiyan insert story because i have the hots for Vegeta-
I wanted to make a very fun AU focusing on my inserts (Mizune) and Vegetas relationship growing very slowly. This is legit the most fun i have just to write Vegeta growing fond of someone but denying it himself and the other being oblivious to it until a single kind gesture from him makes her realise. Need to clarify the story is in an au where Planet Vegeta was not blown up and the Saiyans actively working against Frieza-
It’s cheesy but this is very self indulgent and I don’t care. Anyway, here’s mah girl
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The golden streaks exist because i drew another saiyan with red streaks for a friend and like that idea if Mizune had them too, however them being natural (yes i am canon divergent, fuck you) since I am blonde irl and wanted to incorporate some parts of myself like my beauty-marks and hair. Mizu is just a bloodthirsty as any Saiyan but i maaaay have took it a bit literally but shhhhh I’ll explain soon
She has admiration for Vegetas strength so her main dream is working with him under his training (Which is where the story begins lol)
She gets tons of rumours because of her hair being called “The next Super Saiyan” or some shit like that. She was cast into infamy by just existing lol. She doesn’t believe the rumours to be true. However a certain prince is doubtful about this rumour 👀
I will write fics and/or comics about them. Here’s a sketch of their first time meeting in person!
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Eeeeeeeee this is gonna be fun :D
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Vegeta x Hanna Emerald| how did you met dad?
Warning: oc x char
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Trunks sat down next to me and start asking weird questions, "Mom how did you met dad?" I slowly looked at him and pst his head, "well I met him in a mixed up situations" i Tried to explain everything but trunks still didn't get.
"Mom I still didn't get it" I let out a sigh, "Well let mama tell you story" Goten arrived and joined the two of us, "I met your dad when I had unfinished business with Frieza, and I fought Frieza that day and met your papa Goten" Goten gave a warm smile, "and then mom?" Trunks said to me, I tell the every part of our love Story.
When suddenly Vegeta arrived and heard me telling stories into Goten and trunks, that's why he approach me and cover my mouth, "don't listen into this lady you fools!" I bit his hand but it didn't do anything to him, "Are you dog biting it's owners hand?" I bit harder but still he didn't let go, "dad is it really true that you fell in love to mom by love at first sight?" Vegeta got a small blush on his cheeks, "I-ido?, Shut up!!!" He shouted at trunks that made them run away.
"punks!" Vegeta uncovered my mouth, "Next time don tell them that stupid love Story!" I stood up and looked at Vegeta, "But honey it's a great Story, between a wind goddess and a Saiyan" Vegeta let out a *humph!* Vegeta Walks away, "it's a great love story right, mother deity?" I looked the beautiful And clear sky.
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sith-qween · 1 year
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Come, Let Us Teach You
Fandom: DBZ
Pairings: Reader x Vegeta, Reader x Nappa, Reader x Raditz
Words: 3.6K
Rating: M
Warnings: Sayian Reader, Mating Cycles/Heats, Ginyu Force, Dark Frieza, No protection, probably more, I will update as we go lol
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It had been rough. Normally it took more than a few words and some pushy men to get under your skin. However the cold prince had managed to shake you up, and after the little run in with Jeice, you were a little bit more cautious than normal. While you had been on alert the three men seemed to carry on like they normally would. Being brutes and thinking about nothing other than training, eating, and trying to get under your skin. While it normally got on your nerves, you were silently glad that they were all acting normal, something you could hold onto and remind yourself that you were just letting your thoughts get the better of you.
The simple missions you were sent on came and went without much fuss. The four of you went, got the job done, and returned to train some more. It was a simple routine, and one you were alright with. The one complaint you had however was the last few missions were simple, and boring. They were nothing but patrolling missions, watching over other planets and making sure that everything was in order.
Personally you felt like it was a dig at you, and you were getting annoyed by it, but you kept these thoughts to yourself. You were still recovering and as it had been demonstrated you couldn't trust anyone to keep their mouths shut. So you had decided that it would be best if you took a few steps back and just kept most of your thoughts to yourself, just in order to avoid risking the unnecessary trouble. This however also included making sure that you never had enough time to sit down and just relax, always needing to be on the move and keeping up with tasks, no matter how small.
Finally you guys had been sent on a mission made for a Saiyan, one that had you relaxing ever so slightly. You could finally get back to doing what you had come to do best, obliterating planets and seizing control over others. Each of you had departed in your own pods, knowing it was a much faster mode of transportation. It had been a while, and while no one outright said that they were excited, each of you silently knew just by your own actions. Everyone was ready to go and quick to head out, wasting no time in making the necessary preparations.
Having arrived on the planet first you stepped out and adjusted the guards that sat on your wrists. You had been wrapped up in keeping busy that this was just about a vacation for you. As you stood there watching over the little village at the base of the cliff you could hear the hissing before the three other pods dropped to the ground one by one.
Standing there you paid little attention to them as they one by one got out and stretched from their rides. You were watching the little aliens going about their lives below. This was a planet that was to be harvested and used for storage. So it wasn't important to kill everyone, however it always wasn't required to spare any lives, just so long as the planet was turned over for Frieza's rule.
"You're not having any second thoughts about your job, are you [y/n]?" Nappa piped up in amusement. You could feel the corner of your eye twitch up at the comment. It was bad enough they thought of you as a lesser Saiyan, and even worse that they knew that you had little to no idea about how your own race really worked.
"Probably doesn't want to make this one a mess, seeing as there were no direct orders to demolish everything." Raditz added, stepping towards you, a grin dancing along his lips. Taking a deep breath you tried your best not to respond, knowing that they just wanted to rile you up, to have you lash out at them again. You knew how much they enjoyed watching your attempts at fighting them, however when you hear that entitled chuckle fall from the Prince's lips you weren't even going to give him a chance to add his two cents.
Your hand lifted without a second thought as a hellishly bright ki blast charged from the palm of your hand before you lifted it above your head and threw it towards the village. There was silence behind you, as was the air before the sound of the blast hitting ripped through it. The cackling of flames and the desolation of the little buildings filled the air with screaming.
The silence continued as you watched the destruction build before your eyes. None of the men spoke again, probably all speechless as to what you had just done. Glancing over your shoulders you eyed each of them, relishing in their stunned expressions,
"Sorry, were you boys not ready to get started? I was pretty sure Zarbon wanted a report by o'five hundred. So we best get this over with so we can report back in time." you said, breaking them from the trances they have been placed into. Stepping forwards and off the cliff you floated on down towards the horrific scene, knowing it wouldn't take long for them to follow suit.
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The first village was simple. Your attack had actually managed to kill them all, leaving no survivors. Which made it easier when you found the next village to have them surrender to live under Lord Frieza's rule. A smirk danced along your lips, revealing your canines as the village leader knelt before you, and for a moment you understood why Frieza was so obsessed with power. However you shook the thoughts from your mind, knowing how much it filled you with hate to kneel before that monster.
You were about to tear your gaze away from the man on the ground when a sudden ki blast hit you in the arm, causing you to hiss out in pain. A burning sensation rising in your arm, causing it to throb as you turned in the direction it had come from. You should have known it had been too easy so far. Here was your heroic crew coming to put a stop to your reign of tyranny. Tensing up you were ready to charge the attacker, when you had realised it was already being taken care of. It was five against three, however you already knew who was going to win this fight.
Looking back at the man with a warning glance he continued to tremble. Knowing he wasn't going to be a problem you instructed he better warn his village of their new status before turning your attention to the fight. You watched as three of them tried to team up to take down Nappa, a scoff escaping at the very idea. However what you noticed most was the way his muscles tensed and rippled as he easily deflected the attacks all with a sick laugh. But just this once, that display caused you to want to look closer, to watch him take on more.
However you hardly noticed you were starring, watching as he easily snapped the attackers in two with ease. Something you once would've felt sick over watching, something that might have even made you cry. However watching it now you couldn't help but find it, arousing?
Then you could feel yourself pale. It was like you were suddenly aware of it. How could you have been so reckless, how could you have forgotten about this!? Just as you realised what time it was, you could feel two sets of eyes on you and you visibly gulped. Lip turning up in a disgusted look you narrowed your gaze towards Raditz and Vegeta, both who stood there with their eyes on you.
"Well!" you snapped, "If Nappa is almost done, I suggest that we finish this mission. The clock is ticking." You ordered. The two glanced between one another before nodding at your order, Nappa quickly following suit. Thus you made sure all three of them were busy the entire time in order to finish the mission and head back as quickly as possible.
However it hadn't seemed to be enough. No matter how hard you tried to keep the air of professionalism with them, they all continued to jest. Leaving all of the hints that made you want to rip off their tails and mute them with it. However the longer the mission dragged on, the more you wanted to mute them with your lips against theirs. The disgusted feeling continued to pile up, leaving you silent - not trusting yourself enough to retort to their jabs. Instead you took it upon yourself to pull out your scouter and report back to Zarbon, that the mission was completed and that further details would be given in the next meeting with Lord Frieza.
Without wasting any time waiting for the three who were finishing up the last village that had tried to rebel, you climbed back into your pod and headed back to the main ship, not being able to stand it much longer. Not around them in general, and especially not during this time. The ride back seemed to be increasingly longer than you had remembered on the way there. A small groan slipped past your lips as you tried to relax until you reached your destination, relishing in the fact that you were alone for the next little while.
Arriving back on the landing docks, you didn't even stop to look at the soldiers who took the ship to inspect and store. All you knew was you needed to be alone, and you had to make it back to your room without running into any unwanted visitors. After catching yourself drooling over the others earlier, you just didn't trust yourself. You were also pretty sure that drinking would end up even worse, especially after last time.
You wasted no time in retreating straight to your room, making sure to lock the door behind you. A heavy sigh fell from your lips, a breath you hadn't known you had been holding. Shutting your eyes your jaw clenched almost painfully as your teeth ground against one another. You couldn't believe just how close of a call that had been, how easily you had let the days slip past you. Running your fingers through your [h/c] your body was lounged against the back of your door.
After a moment of collecting your thoughts it was settling in, a warmth that was starting to consume your body, a burn that you knew wouldn't go out until it was satisfied with the mark it left on your body. Peeling yourself from the door, you couldn't stop the unmistakably vulnerable look that reached your expression in the moment of solitude.
Stepping away from the door you made your way around the little room that you had, removing the gear you wore and put it away in the spot you had designated for it, leaving you in the blue spandex outfit that you were currently sporting. However the sound that filled your senses was something you had been expecting but had been so desperately hoping you wouldn't hear, a soft rapping against your door. You let out a frustrated groan and turned stalking towards the door, yanking it open with an unimpressed face that greeted the typically grumpy face of your prince.
"[Y/N], we need to talk." he started, only to let his scowl deepen when you saw the irritation flash across your features, "Don't roll your eyes at me, you know we have to go over a fair amount of things. Mostly regarding the incident." he started, his voice stern, and leaving little room to wiggle out of. Holding your ground for a moment with your eyes locked you grudgingly stepped aside and shut the door, locking it to make sure no one would come in. If you were going to talk about what happened with Frieza, you weren't about to risk anyone else knowing about the one thing that had gotten you ruffled so badly.
Vegeta wasted no time in entering the room and making himself comfortable on your couch, watching you expectantly. You glared at him, challenging, and deciding to stand against one of the walls instead of joining him on the couch. However this didn't upset him like you had wanted it to, instead he seemed as if he couldn't care less and that bothered you even more.
"Well then get to it" you snapped. That caused a flash of irritation to reach his expression, and a feeling of satisfaction to reach you in response.
"Well for starters, that attitude right there is what got you into trouble in the first place. You have no self control and that is plain to see." he started, his expression rough and disapproving. You would have laughed, it was like he was here scolding a child. He started to speak, his tone clearly unimpressed, and you were well aware that he was lecturing you, but your mind was more focused on taking in the way his shoulders were rising and falling with his breaths, the muscles that were exposed with his arms.
Your eyes trailed over his body slowly, completely off in your own mind. It was when he sighed that you snapped from it, lifting your gaze back up to his face. He looked like he was ready to burst in vain, he was clearly trying to take this seriously. However you couldn't stop the grin that was starting to spread across your face as you pushed away from the wall and moved towards him, purposefully adding a sway to your hips.
"Sorry, care to repeat that? I wasn't paying attention." you admitted, a coy smile dancing along your lips. You could see the irritated twitch in his face at your words, but he was trying to hold it together. However try as he might his eyes were drawn to your hips before they looked up at you slightly curious.
"As I was saying, [y/n], you need to be more aware of who you're talking to and when. You never know who else is around when you start talking bad about your superiors. Think it, don't say it." he repeated, more than likely summarising what he had originally said before. This time you heard him and you wanted to roll your eyes and ask if he thought you didn't already think about that; but you kept your mouth shut for now.
Closing the distance to stand in front of him, you saw the sternness starting tot turn into just sheer confusion. You were sure he picked up what time it was, however he spent your last one with you - you weren't like this at all. Without letting him speak you cradled his lap and grabbed the top of his armour and pulled him in for a heavy kiss.
And like that, the continued self control you had been carrying since you met the trio was snapped. He didn't protest, in fact you could practically feel him grinning against your own lips which caused you to dig your teeth into his bottom lip, earning a soft groan from the Sayian Prince. It was him who pulled away, his hands bracing your hips as he pulled back to look into your eyes, as if he was looking for something - as if he was looking for a sign of hesitation. Seeing this you narrowed your eyes and ground your hips against his own, causing another sound to fall from his lips.
Standing from the prince you stood slowly, removing the blue spandex tank top you had been wearing. A grin erupted over your face as you watched the Prince's expression. He looked like a starved wolf standing before a young deer; the kill was practically waiting to feed the wild animal's hunger.
"I know you enjoy the show, your highness - but don't you think you're a little overdressed?" you teased, watching as the hesitation that had been there moments before vanished. You could see it as the prince started putting it all together and he followed you up, removing his own armour. He followed you as you moved from where the couch was and led him towards your bed, making sure your hips swayed sensually in the process. However as you both approached the bed you turned to face him, glad to see the armour wasn't going to be a problem any longer. grabbing him by the suit, pulled him and tossed him towards the bed. While you had noticed that with healing your strength had increased, you still knew you were no match for Vegeta, at least not in the fighting sense.
His eyes were on your hardly clothed body as your fingers found his shoulders, pulling the blue spandex from his core and over his head, tossing it to the floor before looking at him through your lashes, the smallest hints of a smile playing on your lips. Never letting your fingers leave his skin you lowered yourself to kneel on the ground before him, your fingers working quickly to remove his bottoms and the undergarments he wore underneath.
Making quick to discard those both with the rest of his outfit, your fingers trailing along his cock easily. Slowly letting your fingers wrap around him you couldn't stop but think how funny it was how he was letting himself be bested by another. While you wanted to continue to tease the prince, to draw him out on the edge of need for as long as you could manage - you had something more important that needed to be tended to. Had it not been the very thing spurring you on in the moment, you might have gone along with your original plan; however that wasn't the case.
Letting your tongue dart out you licked it from base to tip, watching through your lashes as his head fell back and sheer please rolled from his tongue in an animalistic groan. The sound alone turned you on further and a glow growl responded before you took him in, letting your tongue tease his cock as you pulled back to the tip. You could feel his member quickly rising to the occasion as your hand worked at the base, letting your tongue engulf the rest. Bobbing along his shaft you were only spurred on as his fingers intertwined in your [h/c] hair, the action serving to boost your confidence and desire.
Pulling away from him with a slick pop your eyes were dusted with a hue of burning lust, and his eyes mirrored your own. Rising you quickly shed your clothing, unable to wait long enough to tease him or even consider putting on a show. Quickly moving to straddle his lap you ground your hips down against his own, relishing in the groan that it elicited from the prince.
Grabbing his member you knew your body was more than ready enough for him. Your eyes met for a moment as you lined yourself up with him before slowly lowering yourself down. The stretch was a lustful burn. It had been a while, but the feeling of him entering you slowly was enough to cause a needy growl from your lips. You could feel the sensation fading away already and you groaned as his fingers dug into your lips - steadying himself as well.
The whine that fell from your lips was hungry, as was the kiss that came when you pulled his face to meet yours; lips clashing in a fight for dominance. For once it was an even match as you ground your hips along him, causing the friction to build between the two of you. You could feel him winning the kiss and you chose then to start to move your hips, a quick and heavy pace threw him off long enough for you to win over the kiss. Your tail winding around his thigh as you started to pick up a pace, the heavy breaths falling from your lips were hot and thick.
You had been needing it for so long that you knew you weren't going to last long, despite how badly you might have wanted to. However as the prince started to get closer and closer himself you felt the drip on your hips tighten. That was the notice you were given before he started to meet your thrusts, his hips coming up as yours came down - hitting deeper and harder inside of you in the process. The cry that fell from your lip was nothing but pleasure as your mouths parted, your lips finding their place on his neck, lightly biting and kissing as you rode closer and closer to your high.
His moans were coming in closer and you could feel him starting to twitch and all it took was him to hit just right that you were seeing stars. A growl escaped as your teeth sank into his skin, causing him to groan as you came undone around him. The growl fading out into a euphoric whine as you felt him follow you with a low moan that filled you to the core.
There were a few moments of silence that was filled only by the sound of you both breathing. After a moment the two of you pulled away from one another with a departing groan before you fell beside the prince on your bed. It was a peaceful silence before you realised who you had slept with. A moment of dread reached you as you could only imagine what this entailed, what he thought, what the other two would think.
"Well, like I came in to say..make sure you are careful who you confront on the ship." he said, still a little breathy.
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