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cringe--is--dead · 1 year

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Peaceful Paradise Interrupted

Type: One Shot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rude. "I'm just saying - "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"W- Who are you?"

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

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

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

They might fare better than this man was about to.

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you alright?"

He paused, laughing softly at the question.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I assume the others are taken care of?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#gohan x reader #dragon ball x reader #dragon ball z x reader #dragon ball super x reader #adopted reader #briefs!reader #gohan x briefs!reader #vegeta and reader #bulma and reader #vegeta x bulma

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beneathstarryskies · 1 year

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I just want your innocence (vegeta x fem!reader)

Word Count: 2,105

Summary: After discovering Vegeta is a virgin, you decide to make a move.

Warnings: smut, fem!reader, loss of virginity

@actuallysaiyan @carnal-lnstinct MY CONTRIBUTION TO THE VIRGIN!VEGETA PROPAGANDA HAS ARRIVED

The conversation arose one day when you were hanging out at Bulma’s house. Somewhere along the line, Krillin began talking about a horrible date he’d been on recently. Everyone had laughed about that, and swapped stories about their times in the dating world. It had been Bulma who mentioned the milestone of losing one’s virginity.

You remember your first time with semi-fondness. It had been a sweet teen fling, but of course it hadn’t been all that satisfying with all the fumbling hands and worried questions. An awkward silence hung in the air as everyone relived their first time in their minds. Bulma seemed to be the only exception, as she batted her eyelashes at Yamcha and bragged about how sweet he was to her. You’d faked a gagging motion, while Krillin teased Yamcha over his romantic nature.

“How old were we then, Yamcha? 18? 19?”

Yamcha scratched the back of his head nervously and chuckled, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bulma. I was definitely younger than that.”

“How? You couldn’t even look at me when we first met!” Bulma chastised him, and Krillin laughs too before turning to fill you in on how hopeless Yamcha was with girls.

It was then Vegeta made his untimely entrance, freshly showered after a long day of training in the gravity chamber. A towel was wrapped around his waist, and his mouth opened to ask Bulma about more clothes. Before a word could come from his mouth, Bulma is turning to him with such a mischievous smirk he seemed to be mortified in anticipation of what was to come next.

“What about you, Vegeta?” she ask, “Who was the unlucky lady or guy who took your v-card?”

“My-WHAT?” Vegeta’s brow twitched and you swear the vein in his forehead is becoming visible.

“Your virginity, duh,” Yamcha added, never missing the chance to one-up Vegeta. Although you felt it was a cheap shot to do so when Vegeta was faced with earthly terms he obviously wouldn’t know.

You hadn’t expected Vegeta’s reaction. All the color seemed to drain from his face, and his shoulders went slack as he tried to fumble for an answer. His angry facade returns quickly.

“And who are you to ask something so intimate of the prince of all-”

“Virgin,” Krillin chortled.

“Excuse me?” Vegeta’s voice booms through the living room. “A prince does not kiss and tell!”

“Definite virgin,” Bulma agrees. “Nothing to be ashamed of, Vegeta! You’ll meet the right person when the time comes.”

Still, she leans into Yamcha and giggles against his shoulder. Your brows furrow as everyone continues having a good laugh over Vegeta’s predicament. The prince himself is so stunned his jaw hangs open and his face is beet red. You gently kick Bulma under the table, raising your brows so she’ll cut it out. Her face is red, but she’s trying not to giggle anymore. You know she’s had something of a fixation on Vegeta since he moved here, and they’ve certainly butted heads. Still, treating him this way was wrong.

“Vegeta, you don’t have to say anything,” you say finally.

“Tch! I know that, woman!”

He stomps off, mumbling something under his breath. You watch with a sinking feeling in your stomach. When you consider how Vegeta had spent most of his life under Frieza’s thumb, it’s really not all that surprising he hasn’t experienced intimacy. It was nothing to be ashamed of, but the rest of the group began to laugh among themselves as soon as he was gone.

“Maybe if he cracked a smile every once in a while,” Yamcha chuckled.

“He doesn’t even have to smile,” Bulma sighs. “If he’d just be a little nicer.”

Finally, you excuse yourself from the group. They all try to call for you, trying to get you to stay. You find Vegeta’s room and knock shyly on the door. At first, he doesn’t answer, but when you knock again he sighs softly and tells you to come in.

He’s surprised to see you of all people opening his door shyly. He’s still wearing only a towel and in your presence, he straightens his previously defeated demeanor. You close the door behind you before flicking the lock and smile at him softly.

“I’m sorry about them,” you say as you walk across the room. You sit down on the bed beside him.

“Hmph.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” you sigh softly. “I understand if you’re angry with me-”

“You didn’t do anything,” Vegeta sighs.

“I know, but…It still wasn’t right for them to say those things.”

You reach over to take his hand, trying to get up the nerve to say more. Vegeta scoffs and pulls his hand away from you. Your heart hurts, but you scoot a little closer.

“Vegeta, can I ask…why?”

“Ugh, ‘why’ what? Don’t be so vague, woman!”

You sigh and roll your eyes, “You could try not yelling at me. Plus, y’know I have a name.”

“Whatever,” he growls. “Just get to the point.”

“Fine,” you huff. “Why are you still a virgin?”

“Tch. That’s a stupid question,” he rolls his eyes. “I just never had time. There’s no time for silly romance when you’re taking over planets.”

“So? You’ve been on earth for a while now.”

He looks away, “That doesn’t mean I’m just going to fuck anyone who spreads their legs.”

“Ah, so you are romantic! Is there someone you like?”

His cheeks heat up and suddenly he can’t even look at you. Of course, you of all people would ask him that. He does find it sort of cute that you’re so oblivious. You scoot closer to him, your eyes trailing down his chiseled profile to settle on his lips.

“You can tell me,” you say. “I won’t tell anyone.”

“Is that so?” he chuckles.

“Yeah! I promise. I’ll keep it a secret!”

Vegeta doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns to you quickly and presses a rough, slightly clumsy kiss on your lips. You gasp softly, the knowledge settling over you suddenly that you must be the one he likes. You giggle before leaning in to kiss him again. Your fingers run through the tufts of dark hair spiking out from the nape of his neck. Vegeta shudders from the affection. It’s so unknown and foreign to him, but he can’t get enough. He leans forward, effectively pushing you back until you hit the bed, and then he’s hovering over you. Soft, wet lips eagerly find yours again. His hands cautiously rest on your waist, just below the curve of your tits.

He growls softly when your tongue drags against his bottom lip, quietly asking for permission. His lips part and his tongue meets yours in a sensual caress. As soon as he feels that, his mind goes to incredibly lewd places about where else your soft, warm mouth would feel so good. His cock hardens almost instantly, and he presses his hips against yours. He relishes the sweet little moan you let roll through your throat when you feel his cock pressed against you. You both are flustered with your lips swollen from heated kisses and hearts pounding.

“I could be your first. If you’d like…” you trail off shyly when you spot the smirk on Vegeta’s face. He kisses your lips quickly before moving along your jawline.

“Naughty little thing,” he whispers. “You came here just to be the first to have the mighty prince between your legs.”

You try to protest, but you know his words ring true. You wanted him, but you didn’t want it to seem like sympathy sex. You’d been interested in Vegeta for a while. Somehow knowing of his inexperience almost made him seem more approachable to you. Although if you’d known the truth of his feelings, you would’ve made a move much sooner.

For all of his big talk, Vegeta begins to feel nervous as he sits up on the bed and begins to undress you. You help him when he fumbles, which to most would be comforting but only hurts his pride even more. He doesn’t even know how to properly undress a woman, how is he ever going to pleasure you like a prince should? He can’t help noticing how your excitement never wavers even when you have to take off your own bra. Instead, once you’re nude you seem to hunger even more for his touch. You pull him close again for another sloppy, excited kiss. Your hands are all over him, taking in every dip and curve of his muscular physique. He grunts when you near the base of his back where that small tuft of fur is all that remains of his tail. He shudders as your fingers run through the fur.

“Don’t touch me there,” he growls.

“Sorry,” you pull your hand away. “I didn’t know.”

Vegeta scoffs quietly but returns to his previous mission of kissing every inch from your neck to your chest. You moan softly, making his heart feel like it’s going to pound right through his chest. He’s not sure he can take it slow any longer. He rips the towel from his waist and tosses it aside. You spread your thighs for him to slot between.

“I’m going to do it now,” he says awkwardly. You stifle a giggle.

“Okay, uhm, do you need me to help?”

“No! I know how to do it, woman!”

You arch your brow at him, but maybe he does know. He does have access to a computer here, after all. You wouldn’t doubt if he’s watched some porn in the dead of night. He presses his cockhead to your slit and rubs it between your folds. Your arousal makes his cock feel slick. Every time he hits your clit, you’re more and more excited to feel him inside of you. You pretend not to notice him look down to make sure he has the right hole before pushing the tip into you. Just from that, his head is spinning.

By the time the head pushes through the tight ring of your entrance, his balls feel so unbearably tight he wonders if he should stop. His head falls forward, just barely missing yours, and he pants heavily. His grip on you is so hard you’re sure to have bruises. He’s tense above you.

“Are you okay, Vegeta?” you ask as you stroke his cheek. He can’t even answer.

He just nods before pushing the rest of his cock into your warm, wet walls. He can’t believe how good it feels as you squeeze so snugly around him. His cock is already throbbing. He doesn’t know if he can stand to move an inch. Yet you’re lying there, so expectantly. Your fingers run through his hair, and your eyes are so heavy with lust as you look up at him.

He thrusts once, twice, then stops. His heart is racing and his cheeks are burning. Your walls flutter so well around him, he feels like a blubbering fool. You reach down to grab his ass, gently nudging him to keep going. He growls as he thrusts two more times. On the fifth thrust, he cries out and his body curls into yours. He holds you close as he sloppily thrusts thick shots of cum into you. The pleasure of his orgasm is more intense than anything he’d ever felt before and more satisfying than any battle he’s ever fought.

It’s only when he comes down from his high, that’s he absolutely mortified by what he’s done. He growls as he pulls out of you, and recedes completely. He covers up with a blanket, too embarrassed by the sight of his half-hard cock still leaking with the remnants of his arousal to keep it revealed for your eyes. After all of his bragging, and he didn’t even make you finish. He’s quite sure he didn’t even get you close. He feels like a joke.

“Damnit, woman!” he growls. “Why didn’t you tell me…?”

“Tell you what?” you giggle softly before crawling over to him, pressing tentative kisses on his shoulder.

“That it would feel so good! A warning would’ve been nice.”

You roll your eyes before pressing his hand to your pussy, still leaking with his seed, “Yeah, I could say the same.”

He scoffs, but can’t completely pull his hand away. He finds himself pushing the cum back into you with his fingers almost by instinct. You kiss his shoulder again, then bravely kiss his lips.

“The good news, is that we can do it again.”

Vegeta softens up. He certainly likes the sound of that.

#vegeta x reader #vegeta dbz x reader #prince vegeta x reader #dbz x reader #dragon ball z x reader #vegeta #🌟written in the stars

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witchofcustom · 10 months

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Future Trunks x Reader x Future Gohan Fic

Summary: Gohan finds out that Trunks has a crush on his girlfriend. Not wanting his best friend to miss out on life, he decided to teach him a very important lesson.

CW: Threesome, dirty talking, spanking, breeding

Word Count: 1k

I was inspired by this fic written by one of my favorite authors, @actuallysaiyan! Please check out their work!

You had a steady relationship with Gohan for a while, however you were always worried about him. You watched him train with Trunks one day. However, Gohan could tell that something was off about Trunks. After you went home, he asked Trunks what was going on.

“I-I’m sorry Gohan… But I think that I love (Y/N)… I hope you can forgive me…!”

Gohan looked a bit troubled at first, but eventually smiled at his pupil.

“Don’t worry about it Trunks. We’ll figure something out. Meet me here tomorrow and we’ll discuss things.”

“O-Okay!”

A day passed, and you heard a knock at your door. Opening it up, you were met with your boyfriend and his best friend. You had talked with the two for a bit, but felt as if things were getting awkward. It was then that Gohan suddenly kissed you. He pulled away, leaving you in shock.

“You see Trunks, this is how you start. You have to make sure that she feels comfortable and ready for it. Now it’s your time to try.”

Gohan motioned to Trunks. He came over to you and pressed his soft lips onto your own. He was much more gentle when compared to Gohan. You could tell that he was inexperienced, but still having an inner darker side. He pulled away slowly, his face red from embarrassment.

You were in shock from this situation, but not opposed to it. But before you could say anything, Gohan began to play with your breasts, sucking on them through your shirt, eliciting a moan from you.

“See, Trunks? You want her to make cute noises like this.”

“Y-Yes! I understand!”

The two men then began to undress themselves. They were both so beautiful and sexy. While Gohan was much more mature and well toned, you could tell that Trunks didn’t skip training as well, as he also looked very strong. They then both freed their fully erect cocks from their underwear. Even though you had had sex with Gohan before, you can’t remember him ever being this excited. Trunks’ cock was slightly longer, but Gohan’s was nothing to scoff at. You began to crave them even more, getting onto your knees to begin sucking them off, switching between the two as you couldn’t get enough.

“Geez, I already knew you were a whore, but you really can’t get enough, can you?”

You were taken back. You never heard Gohan speak in such a way before. But it wasn’t like you were against it, as it only made you heat up more.

“G-Gohan… I think I’m about to cum…!”

“Alright Trunks, make sure that you cum inside of (Y/N)’s mouth. She’ll love it.”

Trunks moaned and did just that, releasing his semen into your mouth. You swallowed it without a second thought.

You thought that would be the end of things, but the sensation of you swallowing his cum only made Trunks get erect once more. Gohan chuckled, taking your clothes off and putting you onto the bed. You were worried about what was going to come next, but excited at the same time.

“Now, what you need to do next is insert your penis into her and begin thrusting, I’m sure you know that much, right?”

“Yes! I’ve never done it before though…”

“I’m sure you’ll do great. Everyone has a first time. (Y/N) also loves Saiyan cock, so she won’t complain at all. Now will you?”

You shook your head, completely speechless.

“While you take her in the back, I’ll take her in the front, does that sound okay?”

Trunks nods as he begins to play with your pussy. It is already thoroughly wet, but he wants to make more noises from you. He begins to rub your clit, occasionally licking it as well. He puts his fingers into your pussy, eliciting a loud moan. This gets him fully erect and ready once more.

“I’m glad that you remembered what I told you before about foreplay. You’re doing even better than I imagined you would.”

With that encouragement, Trunks suddenly thrusts himself into you, not giving you a moment to adjust to his length. Gohan follows, placing his manhood into your mouth.

“A-Ahh… (Y/N) is so tight!”

“I knew you’d enjoy it. She is great, isn’t she?”

“Y-Yes…! I could spend all day in her…!”

“Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves, you need to first focus on breeding.”

Trunks nods and begins to pick up the pace. You are taken over by pleasure as both men rapidly thrust inside of you. It was hard holding back your orgasm.

“Geez Gohan… She is already clenching down…”

“You are making her feel good but she’s greedy so she can’t hold herself back. In situations like this you’ll need to punish her. Try spanking her ass.”

Trunks is taken aback, but feels a darker desire to listen to what his master says, spanking you as punishment for being a whore. This makes you moan once more in both pain and pleasure. Trunks doesn’t think he can hold it in much longer. He decides to put what Gohan taught him to the test and begins to dirty talk to you.

“Are you about to cum? I know you are. Let’s cum together, okay?”

“Don’t forget, you need to make sure you cum inside of her. This is always what is most important.”

“O-Okay!”

Trunks then climaxes, unloading all of his cum into you. A few seconds later, both you and Gohan orgasm as well. You feel utterly exhausted, but in complete bliss as well. The two men enjoy themselves in your holes a bit longer before pulling out, letting the remaining bits of their cum stain your ass and face.

“You did a great job, Trunks.”

“Thank you so much!”

“I could get used to doing this with you. And I’m sure (Y/N) would as well, wouldn’t you?” Gohan says as he helps you back up.

You nod, being filled with excitement as to what the two would do to you again.

Everything went exactly as Gohan had planned.

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actuallysaiyan · 1 year

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You Can't Hurry Love(Android 17 x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, love confessions, Android 17 getting his life together, use of his real name "Lapis", oral sex/cunnilingus, unprotected sex, mentions of drinking alcohol

word count: 1.5k

a/n: don't own the artwork. This is for my good friend @scrumptiouss007

“Are you finally going to confess your feelings, brother?” Eighteen asks as Seventeen begins packing his things. He’s planning to spend the weekend with you, and considering it’s your birthday weekend, he’s more than excited to be with you.

Seventeen blushes, “Nonsense. I don’t have to do that.”

Eighteen laughs, “oh? Is that so?”

Seventeen rolls his eyes and he just shrugs it off. He’s got a place to be and he won’t keep you waiting. Eighteen thinks about her own marriage and how things came to be with Krillin. She wonders if maybe you are the special person for her brother and she hopes he finally has the guts to confess his feelings for you. She hopes that he can come to terms with the way he feels about you.

All the way to your place, Seventeen wonders about what his sister teased him about. He’s liked you since he first met you, and you really bring out the best in him. He never thought he’d be happy in this life. He figured it would just be violence and rebelling against people. But you keep him so grounded and make him feel like he can have a real chance at life.

Once he gets to your door, he finds himself feeling so nervous. But it’s that gorgeous smile of yours that brings him back down to earth. You invite him in, and he’s absolutely thrilled to be with you. You lead him into the kitchen and you open a beer for him. He puts his bag down on the table, and he smirks when he notices you eyeing it.

“I’ve got your gift,” he says as he moves closer. “Don’t worry.”

You giggle, “sorry, I’m just so excited.”

The two of you make your way into the living room and you turn on the radio for some background music. Android 17 is very much happy to be here with you. When you told him you wanted only him to be here with you on your birthday weekend, he was ecstatic. He’s been thinking of a way to confess his feelings to you.

“So you really just wanted it to be me and you?” he questions, and you smile sweetly.

“Yeah, I know Bulma would have thrown me a party, but I just wanted it to be me and you.”

Those words just make him feel like you’re asking for him to kiss you. He stares at your pretty lips, and he has to look away when your eyes meet his. It’s almost embarrassing how much he likes you. You probably wouldn’t want a guy like him anyway. He barely has his life together at this point.

This turns into a comfortable chat between you two. The whole time, Seventeen cannot keep his eyes off of you. His hand comes down to yours and caresses your fingers softly. You both sip on your beers and eventually, he gets up to get something out of his bag. He finds your gifts and he brings them to you.

You excitedly open them up, and you’re so moved. The first one is your favorite movie, the next one is a perfume you really love. It’s the final one that really is touching to you. It’s a photo of you and Seventeen when you first became friends in a beautiful frame. You coo softly at the sentimental gift.

“Oh, Lapis!” You hold the gift to your chest. “This is the sweetest gift I’ve ever received in my life.”

He blushes at your use of his real name, “y-yeah? I had it made especially for you. My sister helped pick out the frame.”

You get up to move some stuff around on your mantel. And then you place the photo where everyone can admire it. It’s a sweet picture because it really signified a change in his life. He was so lost after everything that happened with Cell, but you came into his life and showed him unconditional friendship. And he’s hoping you can show him unconditional love.

You’re so excited when you pull him in for a hug, and suddenly, you feel his lips on yours. It’s so soft and sweet, and when you pull away, he’s blushing. It’s such a sweet thing for him to do, considering you had no idea he felt this way.

“Listen to me…” he says before taking a deep breath. He exhales shakily. “I…love you.”

Your ears are ringing and the room feels hotter than usual. You shake your head softly, and tilt it to one side. You’re so confused right now. There is now way that Lapis has just confessed his love to you. You’ve been pretty much in love with him since the moment you met him. You always found him so sweet, and maybe that was just his side solely for you, but you still enjoyed him so much. He was your best friend.

“Y-you love me?”

He grasps your hands and looks down shyly, “Yeah, I do. I have loved you for a while now.”

You chuckle softly, “I wish you would have said something.”

You’re so quick to lean in and kiss him. This kiss is more passionate and has so much feeling and emotion behind it. His tongue glides against your bottom lip, and you’re more than happy to welcome him in. As soon as your tongues meet, it’s like heaven. There’s a low moan that rumbles through the two of you.

Android Seventeen is slowly guiding you into the bedroom. Once the door is closed, he gently pushes you onto the bed. You’re a little surprised by his sudden show of affection, but you aren’t mad at all. He climbs on top of you, resuming the make out session you were having out in the living room.

“I love you too,” you say breathlessly when you pull away.

“Say it again.”

“I love you, Lapis.”

The words make his heart flutter, but he isn’t surprised to find that they make him hard too. He slowly removes your shirt first, pressing all kinds of open-mouthed kisses on your tender flesh. He wants to leave love bites on all the sensitive places of your body. He wants you to remember the feeling of his teeth sinking in to mark you up.

You shudder as he unclasps your bra and throws it aside. The air from the room makes your nipples stand erect. Lapis takes a moment to admire your half-naked body on the bed below him. He never thought that he’d be in this position in a million years. But he is more than happy to finish what he’s started.

Your lips meet in a frantic and hungry kiss as his fingers begin tweaking your nipples. You let out the softest and cutest moans between the wet kisses you share. Lapis is more than happy to provide such wonderful stimulation to you.

Then he lets his hands wander further down your body, smoothing down your sides and making you break out in goosebumps. He attacks your jeans with ferocity, wanting you to be completely naked under him. You whine when he finally has you down to your underwear, and he is between your thighs.

“Let’s see how excited you are for me.”

When he peels off your panties, he greedily sniffs them. Then he shoves them in the pocket of his jeans. The smell of you is completely intoxicating. He’s glad that he finally confessed his feelings to you. If he would have known that it would have ended up like this, he would have confessed so long ago. Before long, he leans down on his stomach and licks a stripe from your hole to your clit.

“Oh fuck,” you whine before tangling your fingers in his hair. This makes him even harder than he’s ever been in his life.

His tongue laps at your slick languidly, savoring every drop of nectar that comes from your hole. He swears he’s never tasted anything as decadent and sweet as you. You make his brain go dumb with lust. Slowly, he begins rutting against the mattress for a little relief.

The greedy slurping sounds only add to your own arousal. When you look down at him, you realize that he’s crazy for you. It doesn’t take much longer for him to sit up on his knees. He looks almost feral with your juices dripping down his chin.

“Gotta have you,”

Without much more thought, Seventeen pulls his jeans down past his ass and he strokes his hard, leaking cock. You gasp as he penetrates you, and you shudder as he slowly sinks into you. His lips meet yours once he bottoms out, and you wrap your arms around him. He’s just so in love with you, he can’t even properly remove his own clothes. His need for you grew too much, and now you’re connected.

“Pretty little baby,” he teases softly as he begins to fuck you. “You thought I gave you all your gifts. But this is the most important one.”

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When You Need Me: Vegeta x Reader

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After a rough day, you find yourself struggling to do anything besides sit in silence and become lost in thought. However, you don't realize how many hours have passed since you've gotten home, and Vegeta becomes increasingly worried.

TW: General sadness/ themes of Depression, Nudity (SFW, nothing explicit)

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“I knew I’d find you down here.” That gruff voice jolted you from your thoughts and your head turned to the bottom of the staircase where Vegeta was currently standing; he was shirtless with his arms crossed in front of him, looking at you with an expression that was hard to read. He was in nothing but his sweatpants, a deep blue cotton that hugged his ass enough to make you giggle whenever he wore them. This time, however, a smile didn’t even flick across your face.

He knew something was wrong with you; you should have been in bed hours ago. He had been laying in bed, awake, wondering where the hell you were and was upset with himself over how worried he was becoming. 12 am turned to one, then two, and now it was three and there was still no sign of you. Perhaps you had fallen asleep on the couch? He had shook his head at himself and rolled over, staring at the photo of the two of you with the rest of the z fighters that you had insisted on putting on his nightstand. He frowned, knowing you hated sleeping on the couch because it hurt your back and you would have woken up by now to come upstairs. He sighed, hopping out of bed and making his way through the house until he reached you. He was going to scold you for staying up so late but the moment he saw you, sitting there, alone, he found he couldn’t.

“I’m sorry,” you said, rubbing your eyes and staring at him, trying to smile a bit to help calm his nerves. It didn’t work, however, as he could tell it was forced. He stared at you, sitting at the kitchen counter with your favorite blanket tightly wrapped around your shoulders. You weren’t even in your pajamas yet, your shoes still on as they dangled right above the floor. Your phone was nowhere in sight and the television was off, the only light coming from the dim glow of the time on the microwave and its small bulb casting over the stove-top.

“Have you been sitting down here this whole time?” He asked, making his way over to you.

“Yeah,” you replied quietly, once again staring at the granite countertop in front of you. “I’ll be up to bed soon, I promise. Go get some sleep, you’ll be up early for training w-“

“Oh hush,” he grunted, rolling his eyes, annoyed that you were worrying about him of all things when it was clear you were nowhere near okay. “That's not important right now.” Vegeta’s wording should have struck something in you, as training was never not important to him. Right now though, your brain was too foggy to register it. He brushed past you and made his way around the counter, opening the cupboard and pulling out your favorite cup. He filled it with water and brought it over to you, holding it out to you carefully. You brought both hands out and cupped it hesitantly, and when he was sure you had it in your grasp and wouldn’t drop it, he removed his hands to instead gently press his to the tops of yours.

“Thanks,” was all you could say before he ran his thumb over top of your right hand and let go.

He nodded, pulling out the seat beside your own and sitting in it. “Do you… need to talk about it?”

You shook your head slowly and stared down at the cup, not moving to take a sip. Vegeta cleared his throat as he glanced around the room, eyes flicking to the dim microwave light across from you both.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Again you shook your head. The prince remained silent, tail flicking about anxiously before wrapping around his waist. It was clear something was bothering you, but he wouldn’t push you to find out what. He was never good with things like this; he didn’t know how to help others in a way that wasn’t beating their enemies senseless. You were the one that was good at all the talking stuff, not him.

“You’re not hurt, are you? Or sick?” He asked, breaking the silence quickly as the worst of his imagination began to take a hold of him.

“N-no,” your voice cracked, hands beginning to shake slightly as your eyes welled up with tears. The water began to ripple in the cup, and you lifted it to your mouth and took a drink, the cool liquid quenching your dry mouth. You did your best to blink away the tears, not wanting Vegeta to see you like this.

You set the cup down after that, pulling your blanket tighter around yourself as if to hide in it. Your nails dug into the fabric in your grasp and you could almost feel them push into the skin of your palm.

Vegeta pulled your hands away quickly when he saw how tense you had become, running his fingers carefully over your skin. Your touch was cold, and he frowned at how you trembled in his hands. He stood up suddenly, eyes fixed on you as he scooped you up bridal-style. “Come on, I’m carrying you up to our room.”

You didn’t argue, your body seemingly numb as he held you close to his chest and made his way up the stairs. You shut your eyes, breathing in his scent and feeling the warmth of his body even with the blanket separating the two of you. He was like a heater to you, helping to pull your thoughts from the dark recesses of your mind to instead focus on him and his warmth.

He set you down on the edge of the bed carefully before he squatted down, helping to remove your shoes. You watched as he fumbled with them for a moment, grumbling under his breath at how ridiculous they could be. You felt awful he was having to do this and attempted to stop him.

“I can handle it V-“

He wasn’t having any of it, however, and quickly cut you off. For once his tone wasn’t berating or anywhere close to seeming annoyed. “No, I’ve got it. Just stay there.” He walked over to the closet quickly, opening the door to stick them with the rest of your shoes before once again shutting the door. Then he made his way to the bathroom, and you could hear the sound of rushing water as he began to fill the tub. You were finely tuned in to the little squeaks as he opened and closed the cabinets, moved bottles around on top of the counter, and gathered up whatever else he was looking for. Whenever he would walk past the door, you would make eye-contact with him before he disappeared out of your view again.

He came back out a few minutes later and made his way over to you. You waited for him to tell you to get cleaned up, possibly because you smelled or something similar, but were instead surprised to watch as he once again lifted you up. His caress was gentle as you were carried into the bathroom this time, with him setting you on the rim of the tub. You could feel the steam on your skin coming from the warm waters behind you as he stared at you.

“Arms up.” His tone was stern and yet soft, and you did as you were told, albeit a bit sluggishly. He shimmied your shirt off, making sure it didn’t get stuck around your face or caught in your hair. Then he made his way to your pants, pulling them down your legs one by one before folding your articles of clothing and setting them on top of the toilet.

He placed one hand against your back and the other beneath your knees, lifting you with ease as he set you down into the bath. The water was warm and lapped against your chest as you displaced it; you watched as it splashed against the sides of the tub, splashing the prince’s nose with droplets of water. He hardly reacted to it, too focused on making sure you were comfortable. Vegeta removed his arms from the water and dried them off carefully before turning the faucet to shut the water off. The white-noise of the running water came to a sudden halt, replaced with the slow and quiet dripping as the last of it ran off the spout.

He turned, grabbing a blue cup from on top of the vanity before facing you once more, dipping it beneath the warm water to fill it. You watched with lidded eyes as the cup scooped up the water and he brought it above your head. With one hand he cupped your forehead, keeping the water out of your eyes as he slowly poured it over your hair and shoulders. He said nothing to you during this, his eyes saying everything for him; they were gentle and concerned as he cared for you, meeting yours every so often before he would shift and move them elsewhere.

The prince of all saiyans was not known for his kindness; on planet Vegeta this is how he would have been taken care of daily. On Earth, however, he was no longer respected royalty to anyone but yourself. You were always so kind to him, so sweet when he was anything but. You had a bright personality, a great sense of humor, and more importantly you cared for the prince. You were one of the strongest people he knew, perhaps not in body as Kakarot had everyone beat in that regard, but in spirit. Nothing ever got to you. At least, that you let them see. Today was different.

Whatever you were struggling with, he wanted to help ease the pain of it as much as he could. He hated seeing you so upset, so dull and quiet when you were usually talkative. He grabbed your shampoo, lathering up his hands with it before rubbing it into your scalp and through your hair. You shut your eyes, sighing pleasantly as a small smile graced your lips. It was small, but warmed his heart as your shoulders relaxed and you made satisfied noises. His tail wagged ever so slightly, perhaps in relief that your mood was shifting.

“Thank you,” you mumbled softly as he rinsed your hair out and grabbed the conditioner.

“Nonsense, don’t thank me for this,” he replied quietly. Once again he ran his sudsy hands through your hair, letting it soak as he grabbed your bar of soap and a wash cloth. “You’ve done much more for me more often. This is hardly anything in comparison. Lift your arms.”

You once again followed his instructions, barely opening one eye to study his features. He ran the rag across your body softly, wiping off your neck, chest, and back. He seemed so concentrated, so determined to keep his touches gentle and to take care of you. “You know you do just as much,” you said, closing your eye once more.

He rolled his eyes at that, scoffing slightly and smirking as he brought your arms back down. “Please, I know I’m not the most pleasant to be around when I’m sick. You’re much easier to handle.”

“You’re perfectly pleasant,” you giggled, sighing again as he titled your head back and poured the warm water over your hair. “You’re never grumpy at all.”

“Don’t get smart with me,” he chuckled, running the water once more and rinsing the rag under it. He brought the slightly cooler rag to your face and wiped it off, getting off all the oil and worries of the day. He set the rag on the edge of the tub, eyes lifting to meet yours again. “I’ll be right back, just wait here.” He gripped your head in his hands carefully, rough lips grazing your forehead as he kissed you and stood. He went back into the bedroom, grabbing your favorite pajamas and under garments from your drawers.

He smiled as he walked back to find you running your hands through the now soapy water, messing with the bubbles that had formed. You already appeared much better than before, but not quite back to normal. You were smiling, yes, but it didn’t reach your eyes; your shoulders were still just a bit too tense for his liking and it was clear your mind was still focused on other things.

He pulled the plug to the bath and grabbed your towel, holding out a hand to you to help you up. You took it slowly, standing up and stepping out of the bath to place your feet on the soft mat below.

You took the towel from him and began to dry yourself off as he stepped behind you. He felt his ki begin to bud beneath his fingertips as he concentrated his energy into his hands and started to run them softly through your hair, drying it just a bit so you wouldn’t go to bed with it soaked. The last thing you needed right now was to somehow catch a cold on top of whatever you were already dealing with.

He helped you get dressed this time, letting you hold his shoulder to steady yourself as you stepped into your pants. Once you were ready to go he set your toothbrush on the sink along with your toothpaste and a cup, grabbing your medication from behind the mirror and setting out what you needed to take.

It was odd how delicate he was being with you; how precise his actions were or how he kept grazing his fingers or body against yours. A quick brush of skin on your shoulder as he reached for your medicine, or a gentle kiss on the back of your head as you brushed your teeth. Each little gesture let you know he was there and kept your mind anchored to the present. He left you in the bathroom to finish up, setting up the bed for the two of you instead.

When you were with him you felt so much better; sure, the things that had been plaguing you didn’t go away completely, but he made you feel safer. He took away the ache in your heart and mind and allowed you to get through what you were dealing with. You hated bothering him with your emotions. He had been through so much in his life it felt as though at times your issues were minuscule in comparison. You didn’t want to bother him with things that didn’t affect him and yet here he was, actively caring for you without knowing the cause of your issues because to him, the reason why you were upset didn’t matter, big or small. All that mattered was making you feel better and getting you through this.

You stepped out of the bathroom and your heart nearly melted when you saw him waiting for you. He had pulled back the covers already for you and propped your pillows the way you liked. Your favorite plushie was laying in your spot, and a glass of water sat on your bedside table. He had even left out the book you had been reading for good measure.

“Vegeta I-“

He took your hand and led you around the bed, bending down to pick you up for the final time tonight before he set you into the covers. He pulled the blankets over your lap and kissed the top of your head, rubbing his hands over your hair after. “Do you want me to put your movie on?”

You shook your head and he nodded, making his way to his side of the mattress and shimmying off his pants, much too warm to sleep in anything besides his black boxers. He scooted over to you, pulling the blankets up as he set an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

“Do you want to read anything?”

“No thank you.”

“Alright.” He leaned over you to shut off the bedside lamp, laying down and bringing you with him. Your back pressed into his chest as his tail wrapped around your waist, one arm resting below your pillow and the other draped across your side. He laid a barrage of kisses to your neck and shoulders before nuzzling his head to the back of your neck.

“I love you,” he said quietly, a shiver running down your spine as his breath tickled your skin. Vegeta was never one to be very sappy, so the words coming from him and so suddenly surprised you. You felt your face flush, your mind buzzing as you placed your hand over top of his.

“I love you too, Vegeta.”

“I’d do anything for you, you know.” He said, his tone soft and his deep voice rumbling his chest against your back. “And I’m here to listen if you need me.”

“Thank you, my prince.”

“For the last time, you don’t need to thank me,” he scoffed, rubbing his hand slowly over your hip. “I should be the one thanking you.”

You rolled over at that, shifting in his grasp to turn and face him. His eyes somehow still sparkled in the darkness, deep pools of black wide and searching yours carefully. “Why? Why do you need to thank me?”

“Well,” he grunted, smirk tugging on his lips. “You stick by my side even on my worst days. Not many people can… handle my personality.” His words were deliberate, almost boasting. “You know how to tend to my wounds and you’re quite battlesmart as well.”

“Yes but-“

He chuckled, lifting a finger to your lips to quiet you. “I’m not done yet.” He pulled his finger away to tap at his chin, “now where was I? Oh, of course! You’re incredibly attractive, more so than anyone else I’ve ever met in my life.” You blushed at that, gaze breaking from his finally before he pressed his forehead to yours. “And most importantly you understand me; you respect me. You treat me as if I’m the most important thing to you.”

Now it was your turn to chuckle, “well you are, Vegeta.”

He shook his head carefully, “you balance so many things and still manage to make time for me.”

“You do the same thing!” You teased. “You’ve saved the Earth hundreds of times and you’ve got the scars to prove it! That’s much more important and yet you still find time to see me.”

“You’re the reason why I do it.” He replied softly, thumb tucking an unruly hair behind your ear. “Without you, I would have left this damned rock ages ago. Hell, I might have even blown it up. But you changed me; you changed how I viewed the world. If someone as perfect as you can exist here, perhaps it’s worth protecting.”

Your eyes began to water, “Vegeta I’m not anywhere near perfect. I-“

“You’re perfect to me, and that’s all that matters.” He placed a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away and shoving your head to his chest. He held you tightly, hand scratching up and down your back in a soothing manner as you began to cry. “I promise you nothing would ever change that.”

You gripped his back tightly, nails digging into his skin as you sobbed. He didn’t mind it at all, happy to be your rock when you needed him. “It’s all going to be okay,” he whispered, continuing to rub up and down your back like you always did to him on his worst nights. “I’ll call Kakarot in the morning and cancel training. You can sleep in and I’ll take you out for breakfast.”

You giggled between sobs, hiccups rising in the back of your throat as you wiped snot from your nose with your arm, “yeah, you can’t cook to save your life.”

“Hey, watch it or I won’t do anything for you,” he teased, poking your sides a bit and making you laugh more. “We can go shopping. We’ll go to your favorite stores; even the ones I don’t like. Tomorrow will be all about you. Whatever you want, name it and it’s yours.”

“All I need is you, Veggie,” you sniffled, pressing your head to his chest once more.

“Then that’s an easy wish to grant.” He placed one more kiss to the top of your head for good measure. “I’m yours, from now until the end of time.”

“Vegeta?” You croaked, inhaling sharply through your nose and looking up at him.

“Mm?” He replied, scratching at your head softly. You could feel your eyes growing heavy, the bath, his warmth, the crying, and the gentle care all lulling you to rest.

“Can you sing that song I like?”

He chuckled, sarcasm lacing his voice, “Gods you’re already putting me to the test.”

“You can even hum it,” you added, not wanting him to feel obligated. “Or you can just pretend I didn’t say anything at all.”

He shifted a bit, careful not to squish you at any point in time before he cleared his throat. Then, in that deep, husky tone of his, he began to hum, bringing you into a peaceful, much-needed sleep. He kissed your head a final time as your body fully relaxed and the song ended, watching the rise and fall of your chest and feeling your puffs of breath graze against his skin.

“Goodnight,” he whispered, his pet name for you leaving his lips with a sigh. “I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you. I promise.” He paused, letting out one last chuckle as he pulled you close, “maybe just don’t tell the others I have such a soft side, okay?”

If he was being honest, he wouldn't have cared, even if you told the others about this. He just wanted you to feel better again, and that would be enough.

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Whumptober 2023

Day 25: "Maybe I'm just hopeless" [Reader x Piccolo] {Dragon Ball Z/ Super}

Another pan hit the countertop, the contents were completely inedible and Piccolo couldn't be more upset. All the advice he had from Gohan, Chi-Chi, and Bulma was going to waste as the Namekian couldn't, for the life of himself, figure out how to cook or bake anything.

How was he supposed to impress his crush if he couldn't even cook?

Pacing around the small Capsule house, Piccolo pulled bandages tight around his fingers. Too many small, angry blisters had formed from his carelessness with the oven and stovetop. He was running out of time.

Sort of... he had already confessed, asked you to come over, and was delighted that you were going to come over. Though you did mention taking things slowly as you weren't entirely sure if you really felt the same way about Piccolo or not.

He was perfectly okay with finding out over the course of a courtship of sorts. A slow-burn relationship wasn't too bad a fate, and should either of you not like where this was going... it would be easier overall to break things off.

Though Piccolo really didn't want to think about that...

No, he needed a plan and fast. You would be here soon and Piccolo's attempts at cooking had all fallen flat. It was a miracle he didn't burn the house down at this rate.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Piccolo froze mid-step. Well, he clearly had less time than he thought. But he couldn't just not answer the door. Not when he was actually looking forward to someone's company for a change.

"[Name]." He stepped back, gesturing for you to enter, "I wasn't expecting you for a little while yet."

Humming as you slid your shoes off, "Yeah, I hope that's okay. I was a bit nervous for this."

"That... that makes two of us." Piccolo smiled weakly.

"Did... it smells like something burned."

"Ah, yeah." He turned back toward the kitchen, "I was trying to cook but... Maybe I'm just hopeless."

You snickered, causing the poor alien man to blush, "Nah, you just need a little practice. Though..."

Piccolo was trying to remain calm, his mind was racing from the fact that you were here... just a few feet away and no one else was around to ruin the moment.

"I didn't want to be too rude. So I ate before showing up, since Krillen mentioned you don't actually need to eat or anything." You shifted, only slightly nervous from admitting that out loud, "But if you're dead set on cooking... maybe we could try working together? I wouldn't mind teaching you."

"Yeah?" He felt like melting on the spot, "That... that would be nice."

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Could you write a bold beauty and shy beast idea with broly, please.

YES YES ABSOLUTELY YES! I might've gotten a LITTLE carried away but I still hope you like it! Sorry it's so late!

A Shy Beast? (!Bold! Beauty reader! x !Shy! Beast Broly!)

The only reason you remain in the village is because of your father, but at this rate, he is far too sick to be of any help. You are unwed, and you do what you can to scrape pennies off the ground and feed both you and your father. Although now the man is a mere shell of what he used to be, he fights every single day to ensure you are safe at his side. Even he knows that the only reason you have yet to be forced to the streets is because he still draws breath.

“My darling angel, every breath I take is for you. Please, don’t waste precious moments with me, enjoy your youth, take your time, and find another who will protect you better than I could protect your mother…” Your father says his frail, bony hand cupping your cheek, gently caressing just under your eye. You stare down at him with a sad smile.

His cheeks are sunken, he has bags under his eyes, and you have no idea how he manages to even reach up to caress your cheek right now let alone open his eyes. He loves you, more than anyone ever could just by staying alive for you he proves it every day, the least you could do was return his love by taking care of him.

“Save your energy, please Father. Even now, there is nothing I’d rather do than stay home, and read books at your side.” Leaning into his hand, you find a small amount of warmth, not as much as there was when you were a child. When he would tuck you in after reading you a book, caress your cheek, and kiss your forehead goodnight.

You close your eyes and go back to those moments, it was almost enough to bring tears to your eyes. Once you open them, your father has fallen asleep, something he does frequently now that he has gotten so old. Although you don’t mind, you get up, grab the covers, and lift them to cover his shoulders so he will remain warm. Then you throw on your cloak and grab your change, preparing to leave for more groceries.

This…happened exactly four– no six hours ago, early in the morning when the birds were singing, the sun seemed brighter, and everything had gone…too well.

You were strong-spoken, and far too headstrong for everyone in the village's liking. Despite the disapproval of many in the village, you were also blessed with great beauty and were widely regarded as the fairest in the land. However, this outward charm belied several flaws that the village folk found distasteful. For example, you had an unusual habit of reading, which was not common among others in your village especially the young girls you were determined to share this love of learning with. Those same young girls were often forced to do their family's laundry instead of attending school or playing with their peers.

Your outspoken nature often brought you into conflict with the men of the village, who found it difficult to tolerate a woman who refused to be silent or submissive. On one particular occasion, you had berated and cursed a drunken man for making unwanted advances on a young woman. While the woman was grateful for your intervention, many of the villagers looked at you with hatred and judgment. Despite this, you never found yourself one to shy away from confrontation when presented to you, nor have you backed down from your word.

These are not the reasons you stand trapped in the carriage, locked away as a sacrifice of sorts from those villagers you have never once seen as friends or even as acquaintances. No, you sit as a prisoner- well, more as a sacrifice, because you rejected a marriage proposal from the village “Hero”, although he’s more of a brute to you. It was cold, the most heat you felt right now was the fire burning from within you as you beat your fist against the iron bars in that window, struggling to hold back tears.

“Turles! You retched Bastard! You killed my father!” You shout for the umpteenth time tonight, and that bandit, that barbaric monster turns to you and laughs. He lets out a roar of laughter from the deepest pit of his stomach, and the others follow suit, all finding amusement in your grief.

Some of the older women looked at you, others cheered along. Younger women looked on with sad eyes full of pity or sympathy, understanding that no matter how loud you screamed no one would believe you. Especially not now that your father was no longer at your side, your word meant nothing.

“Look at them! Just as mad as that stubborn old buffoon! Letting his spawn learn to read, a disgrace he is! Sulling such beauty with foolish Ideals!” His tone of voice goes from laughter to straight mockery as he turns to the crowd and then glances back at you, taking several steps towards the carriage he puts on a show of them taking you away.

Throwing his hands up, he smirks as the crowd cheers before he even lets out a word, and all you can do is scowl through your teary vision. “The monster's master demands a bride, in exchange for a lifetime’s worth of protection from its deathly claws! It is just our luck, we have found a suitable unwed bride fresh for the taking! One of many that is!” He says, and you aren’t stupid. He threw that last part in on purpose as if it wasn’t enough that he had your father murdered, but his insistent pursuit of your hand in marriage was enough to make your stomach churn.

You cannot bear it any longer, you grip the bars of the carriage as they prepare to bring you to what you can assume to be your demise. The first thing that came to mind was your beloved father’s smiling face, fading into his corpse as it swung from the ceiling. “Curse you! Every last man, woman, beast! I curse you down to your graves! My father… he did not deserve the fate you forced upon him! Turles, you coward!” You shout, and the crowd goes quiet, especially once they see that Turles is no longer smiling. Instead turning to look at you, eyes wide with fury, mouth partially agape.

Knowing that you affected him so much, brought you some satisfaction, but knowing your fate wasn’t enough. Especially when he turned and started laughing again, this time harder than before, and once again… the men laughed with him. It wasn’t fair, watching him laugh at your pain once again, brush off your words as if they meant nothing as if a simple no didn’t result in him committing murder.

You shut your eyes, turning your head away from the scene you could hear Turles jump onto his horse, and you felt the carriage begin to move. You leaned back in the seat, there was nothing left but to accept your fate.

“The foolish tramp calls me a coward, and yet has lived with one their whole life! Those books have clearly done nothing for them if they can’t tell the difference between a hero and a coward!” He boasted as he hopped onto the stallion, and spewed more nonsense, how he’d save the village no matter the cost and be the hero once more. Then he slapped the horse's handles down onto it and you all began riding away.

The majority of it was filled with silence, and it bothered you to no extent. Then again, hearing Turles’s voice would not have helped ease your mind, so you simply listen to the wheels as they trudge through the rough roads, which smooth out temporarily as the laughter from the village dies down at last. Your eyes remained shut, and not once have you opened them as you sat by the window, the breeze not comforting in the slightest.

The last thing you expected to see when you returned home just an hour ago, was to see your father hanging from the ceiling, Turles and some of his lackeys standing there, mocking looks on their faces as they goated about you having nobody left to protect you from the fate of the streets. You remember, how your heart sunk to your stomach, how you sobbed and shoved them out of the way, falling to your knees you sobbed at your father's swinging feet, crying out to him, hoping it was some cruel joke.

You can only Imagine how they celebrate your “sacrifice.”. Drinking, laughing, dancing, etc. The fun they have at your expense is sickening, but not nearly as sickening as Turles’s gaze as he stares at you while you all ride along the trail leading to the “life:” that awaits you. You don’t expect him to say anything.

Unfortunately, he moved closer to the carriage on the horse and knocked on the bars. “Look at me.” He says as if he has any nerve to be frustrated when he takes everything from you. You didn’t budge, and you could feel the anger radiating off of him as his eyes glared holes into the side of your head.

“ if you’d just agree to be my bride… I could make this all go away. You return to the village, stop with those useless teachings, and be a proper wife. We’d make incredible children, and I could just as easily find a harlot on the side of the road to put in your place.” He whispers through gritted teeth, trying to make his words sound sweet but you know the threats behind them. Marry me or die, it’s as simple as that.

There was nothing subtle about him saying he’d pluck some poor woman from her home, probably the next one to reject a man’s proposal or advances. It made you sick to think about how easy it was to just throw some poor woman to the wolves as if they were cattle to trade for goods.

He took your silence for what it was, rejection. He banged his fist against the iron bars. “You stubborn wrench!” he berated you once again, and the road further away from the cart. Leaving you to your thoughts.

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Once you all inevitably arrived at your new hell, you finally would open your eyes, once they ripped you from the carriage seat, the first thing you did was slap the first lackey you were closest to. His head snapped to the side, and before he could lash out and possibly beat you till black and blue, you were grabbed and dragged away by another.

Looking up, you see the ancient yet beautiful stone walls towering above you. As the carriage gets closer, you notice the intricate details carved into the stone, depicting mythical creatures and intricate patterns. The castle gates are made of heavy wood, covered in vines and moss, giving it a sense of age and mystery.

‘How long has it been since anyone has been here?’ you think to yourself and can hear Turles stifle his mocking laughter.

As you enter the courtyard, you're surrounded by a variety of trees and shrubs that have grown over centuries. The castle's towers stand tall and proud, with peaked roofs and flags fluttering in the wind. The castle's exterior is weathered, but it's easy to imagine how magnificent it must have looked in its prime.

You stop at the front gate, and suddenly it feels…colder. A drop in temperature, and you felt chills go down your spine, whatever was in here… it was terrifying. The sudden stop must have made him want to try again, because soon you’d feel Turles lean over, his breath at your ear as he whispered.

“Just say the word… you’ll marry me, and I’ll have them turn around and bring you back, and you’ll even have the honor of burying your beloved father.” He says as if his words would change your mind for even a second.

The castle's grand entrance is adorned with a large wooden door, embellished with intricate carvings of knights and dragons.

He was met with silence, and you didn’t spare him a glance, which seemed to anger him further. He grabbed your arm and began to yank you further towards the castle doors, banging his fist against the door, his grip was so tight it felt as though it would bruise. “Open up! I have your bride so open the door!” He demands, a smug smirk growing on his face once the doors creak open, seemingly on its own.

He was quick to throw you inside, laughing at you once you stumbled over your feet and your knees kissed the ground. You glare at the ground, refusing to look at him, his face would do nothing but upset you more.

As you find your footing and stand up to look around, you're greeted with high ceilings and a grand staircase leading up to the upper levels. The walls are lined with tapestries depicting battles and scenes from the castle's history, while the floors creak beneath your feet while you begin to walk around.

At some point, you hear odd...clinking noises, as if something metal fell and just kept falling over and over again, it was hard not to hear it when you were in a large castle, seemingly empty of any life at all. So you were reasonably surprised when you heard a rather gruff, deep voice coming from someone.

“Ah, you must be the one they've sent to wed my son.”. You look around, trying to figure out just where that voice is coming from, and as your eyes scan the seemingly endless halls, you can’t find out where it is coming from. There was nobody there except you.

“Ah, yes. Down here, dear. Look down.” You heard the voice again and repeated tapping sounds as you looked down, a bit confused by the noise and the voice you were hearing. So when you spotted a…

Pendulum clock?

‘What an odd clock…it’s holding a candle, it could be a fire hazard.’ You think to yourself and reach down to grab the Pendulum clock, pick it up, and place it somewhere else, or hopefully use it as a source of light, after all, it was dark in the castle.

Before you could even wrap your fingers around it, you noticed a face on the pendulum clock, odd. It was wrinkled, like an old man, and the arrows of the clock were twisted to form a mustache and a large scar right over his left eye.

“Ah, they’ve sent my son quite the beauty. I’m sure you’ll do fine by his side.” The clock’s mouth began to move, and you found out where the source of the voice was coming from. As fast as you went to pick it up, you were even faster to let it go.

You let out a loud screech as you dropped to the floor and began to scurry away from the thing. Eyes wide, mouth agape and ready to unleash a loud blood-curling scream but nothing would come out from you, as if your voice had been ripped from your throat, preventing you from screaming.

Quickly, you scurried off the floor and to your feet, rushing to the exit with hopes of escape. ‘To hell with the village! They could burn it down for all I care! They’ve killed my father, made a mockery of his name, and sent me off! I’ll save myself before I risk my life for their sake!’ You think to yourself as you bolt for the door.

The sound of your footsteps echoed loudly down the hallway, growing louder and more frantic with each passing second. The rapid pace of your feet created a rhythmic pounding sound that echoed off the walls, filling the air with an urgent energy. The sound of shoes slapping against the hard floor was accompanied by the rustling of clothing and the occasional gasp of breath, creating a symphony of noise that seemed to reverberate throughout the entire castle.

As the clinking noises of the pendulum clock got closer, the sound grew more intense, accompanied by the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional muttered curse. “Come back! Wait! I am harmless!”

The sound of the damn pendulum clock was unmistakable, conveying a sense of urgency and purpose that was impossible to ignore. It was a sound that demanded attention, a sound that could strike fear into the heart of anyone who heard it, something so small..was terrifying. What if it cursed you? Or set your clothes aflame with the candle it was holding?

Then you just so happened to turn to see how close, or far it was from you and you were happy to see it wasn’t close anymore. ‘Good! I’m not far from the door either!’ you think to yourself as you run and turn your head.

Unfortunately, just as you turned to look ahead you were met with a hard yet fleshy surface, running into it hard, you stumbled back, nearly falling had you not caught yourself. As you paused, the clinking got louder as did the voice.

“Ah! Broly! My boy, nice timing. Now, do be a gentleman, and take your future partner to their temporary room until we get your shared living quarters in order!” He says, and you immediately begin to mentally question who or what he was talking to.

That was until it- or he responded.

“A-Ah…yes father…” A rather gruff, deep voice coming from whatever you bumped into caught you off guard. You looked up, and as the talking pendulum clock got closer, you were able to see better.

You were able to see a well-sculpted body,, the torso, the muscles rippling, rock hard as you experienced first-hand when you first ran into them, the chest littered with different scars. His left bicep had a scar, and he had an "X"-"-shaped scar on his left pectoral reaching over his left shoulder and two smaller ones on the upper-left of his abdomen, which is his most notable feature. his skin somehow tanned despite there hardly being much sun out here.

His hair and eyes were pitch black, as black as coal. His hair was spiky, split down the middle reaching his mid-back with short bangs framing his forehead it was overgrown and wild like an ungroomed dog, and his face…

Well, it was stern and intimidating. He has a scar across his left cheek, his lips stuck into a stern frown, and his eyes glare down at you as if you were something so insignificant to him. He towers over you, and his muscles are so large there is no doubt he could crush you without thinking twice.

Your feet are glued to the floor, fear piling up within you as you are left to stare at this absolute beast of a man. There was no way you could falter, even though everything in you was screaming run. Even if you tried to take a step, he was faster which was demonstrated by how quickly he grabbed you.

Wrapping two hands around each of your arms, he lifted you off the ground in a rather awkward position. He was holding you away from him as if he was someone incapable of carrying another person. His expression didn't help much either.

Flustered, you began to shout and curse at the beast. “Unhand me! Let me go you brute!” Kicking your feet, screaming, and just overall being difficult as he begins to make his way up several flights of stairs, not saying much but he does some grunting as he tries not to drop you.

“I said unhand me! curse you!” Your body listens to your mind for once and begins to violently thrash and do whatever it takes to force him to let go, unfortunately, it doesn’t work, and he inevitably makes it to your bedroom.

Still holding onto you, he grunts as you kick and squirm against his hold. He sits you down on the bed, he just looks at you as you huff and glare up at him, looking around the room for a second as he avoids your gaze, then runs out. Shutting the door behind him.

“What the-” You start, but scoff in annoyance as you bury your face into your hands. ‘Ugh…I’m sorry father…but there’s no way I’ll find someone to protect me better than you did…I’m alone…’ You can’t help but get a bit teary-eyed at the thought of it all. Your beloved father…oh if he could see you now… you feel like he may be disappointed.

“Oh come on! Don’t cry- I mean I’m sure you’ll warm up to the place eventually!” You snapped your head up when you heard a rather feminine voice come up all of a sudden. Looking around you take notice of the room.

The room was a breathtaking display of elegance and luxury. The walls were painted in a soft shade of cream, and adorned with intricate gold leaf designs that added a touch of sophistication. The tall windows were dressed in floor-to-ceiling silk drapes, which cascaded down in gentle folds, allowing the sunlight to filter through and adding a warm glow to the space. The plush carpet underfoot was a deep shade of burgundy, adding a pop of color to the otherwise neutral palette.

In the center of the room sat a grand, ornate chandelier, with a dozen crystal arms that sparkled in the light. The furniture was equally impressive, with a large four-poster bed covered in silk sheets and plush pillows, fit for a king or queen. A matching vanity table with a gilded mirror.

Finishing touches such as fresh flowers in a crystal vase, and a tray of tea added to the overall ambiance of the room. The air was scented with a delicate fragrance of jasmine and rose due to the tea in the cup, making it feel like a haven of tranquility and relaxation. This room was undoubtedly fit for royalty and anyone who desired the epitome of luxury and elegance.

You shook your head and sighed. “Oh god…I’m losing it, what’s next? Is the Candelabra gonna talk too?” You say out loud, not expecting an answer to your sarcasm.

The golden Candelabra hopped around, it was decorated with dragons engraved on the gold and some curving to make the arms of the candelabra, once it turned you saw a rather humanoid face engraved in the wax of the Candle.

“Well yes! Now- don’t get all down, Broly is a sweet fellow!-” It’s safe to say, your mouth fell open in shock, and the Candelabra was lucky enough to jump before the pillow you slung at her knocked her off the table.

“Oh! Good, he needs someone bold!” She says as if you weren’t actively trying to kill her. Still, she talked to you with no problem while dodging your murder attempts, even when you threw a brick at her.

“Oh come on, Broly is sweet. I’m sure you’ll love him eventually, he’s a little gruff but-” You snapped and interrupted her mid-speech while she was talking up the Beast you had to lose everything for.

“That’s ridiculous! If he’s such a good “man” then why did that beast lock me in this cell?! Why did he threaten the village to burn it down if they didn't send a bride!? For all I know he’s a bastard!” You shout fist balled up in frustration as you glare at the Candelabra. Then you picked up the Candelabra

“W-wait a second- at least give him a chance! I can expla-”

Before she could finish the sentence, you tossed her down but she was caught by a nearby table, you backed away, spotted the window, and made a beeline for it. “To hell with your explanation and that blasted village!” You say and just before you could get to the window, running right towards it, you were suddenly yanked up.

“Y-You can’t leave!” Some odd voice shouts and you are shoved into what seems to be a walk-in wardrobe, the doors closing around you and locking you inside no matter how much you banged against the doors and cursed.

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This, would not be your first attempt at escaping. Even Cheelai could tell that much, so she congratulated the wardrobe for capturing you and then hopped off to have several conversations with the pendulum clock and someone named Lemo.

“Just what were you thinking Paragus?! You threatened the village to send a bride!? The curse will never be lifted now!”

“Don’t question my methods, you know nothing!” the pendulum clock now known as Paragus shouts back at Cheelai who hopped forward and would’ve started a fight had it not been for Broly putting his hands between the two to stop them.

Lemo is a very pretty white teapot decorated with koi fish wrapped around it as if they were swimming in the paint. The handle at the top of the pot was citrine, a pretty top handle. “Come on you guys, Give them a break! I’m sure they’ll warm up eventually. Broly just needs to tap more into his romantic side! How about you try and get to know her! Just observe.”

Lemo has a pretty good suggestion, unfortunately, he didn't have a lot of brains to work with other than yourself and the awkward beast you were supposed to be seduced by.

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You, of course, would try to escape...numerous times. First by climbing out the window, which was foiled each time you did it, from Paragus having thee other servants pull you back up by the sheets you used as a rope, to Cheelai and Lemo trying to melt the seal so you couldn’t get out anymore, it was recently foiled when Broly caught on and started occasionally flying outside your window which you took as a threat.

Then there was the time you tried to sneak past the wardrobe but it blocked the door, you also tried to shove it, and that obviously didn’t work. Throughout these little attempts, you got to know the three main…objects? More closely.

You like at least two of them, but Paragus is too pushy for you to find his presence comforting.

So far you refused to eat with Broly, who just sulks and walks away when you reject the offer. He hasn’t been exactly violent, but you don't appreciate him stalking you by the window. You look at the window and could see his wild hair duck down just before you could see his eyes peeking through.

Unfortunately, because of that, you have only been able to receive bread and water for a lot of meals, even breakfast, although the bread isn’t as stale as it is at dinner time, you assume it is because Paragus is in charge of dinner and he may be particularly upset you refuse dinner with his son.

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One day- or night that is. You stayed up, later than the wardrobe for once and you were able to find a way to slip out of the room you had been locked away in for who knows how long now. Not once have you had a conversation with that beast, and you had no intentions of it either.

‘I have to get out of here…’ You think to yourself as you begin to walk the halls, searching for an exit.

As you explore the castle's many rooms and hallways, you can see remnants of its former glory. The grand ballroom with its chandeliers and ornate decorations, the cozy sitting rooms with their fireplaces and comfortable chairs, and the elegant bedrooms with their four-poster beds and beautiful tapestries.

Despite its age, the castle still exudes a sense of majesty and beauty that is impossible to ignore. It's easy to imagine the many lives that have been lived within its walls and the countless stories waiting to be discovered.

Eventually, you find an unguarded door, or if it was guarded it had poor guards. You strain as you open it, grunting as you pull and pull only for it to budge ever so slightly. You were lucky you could slip through the space you were able to open.

Now that you were outside, You got a clear view of the area around you. The old forest was a desolate and eerie place, now made even more haunting by the blanket of snow that covered every inch of the ground. The snow was thick, almost knee-deep in some areas, and it muffled every sound, making the forest seem unnaturally quiet. The trees were gnarled and twisted, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers into the dark, starless sky.

The snow-covered branches creaked and groaned in the cold wind, creating an eerie symphony that echoed through the forest. The darkness was absolute, with only the faintest glimmer of moonlight filtering through the trees. The snow-covered ground was littered with fallen branches and debris, making it difficult to navigate.

As you walked deeper into the forest, the snow became deeper, and your feet sank further with each step. The trees loomed overhead, casting long shadows in the darkness. The silence was broken only by the occasional hoot of an owl or the rustling of some unseen creature in the underbrush that sent chills down your spine.

The forest had an otherworldly feel to it as if it had been frozen in time, untouched by the outside world for centuries. The snow-covered trees were like ancient guardians of some long-forgotten secret, and the cold wind whispered secrets that no one could ever hope to understand.

Despite the chill and the eerie silence, there was a strange beauty to the forest. The snow had transformed it into a winter wonderland, and the moonlight that filtered through the trees cast an ethereal glow over everything, giving it an almost magical quality. But the beauty was fleeting, and the overwhelming feeling of isolation and danger soon crept back in, reminding you that you were in a place where you didn't belong.

You could no longer see the castle, which coulldv’ebeen a good or a bad thing considering now you had no place to go. ‘Should I really have left?’ You couldn’t help but slightly regret leaving the comfort of such a luxurious castle behind. You quickly shake your head ‘No! They’re essentially my captors! Plus, that beastly man is a creep!’ You remind yourself why you souldn’t regret it.

Soon you heard a haunting and eerie sound, a low mournful howl that rised in pitch and intensity. It sent chills down your spine but you kept going, it wasn’t like you could stop just now. The raggedy cloak you had on would only get blown away if you stopped. You didn’t have a horse to ride on, so you had to go by foot.

As you kept hiking through the snow, the wind relentless as it nearly blew you off your feet a good few times, you heard another spine-chilling howl, but this time it broke into a series of short barks. You turned around slowly, only to see one grey…wolf sitting at the top of the mountain, staring dead at you. It barked, once, twice, and then several other wolves began to come by its side.

Clearly, they saw you, and it was even more clear what would happen when you saw what you assumed to be its leader lick its fur and start running down the hill, where the others would follow behind.

You felt your heart drop down to the soles of your frozen feet. This time you had no time to freeze up in place, you had to run or they’d likely tear you apart, you’ve read enough about wolves to know they were no friendly creatures when hungry, they were predators, and without any fire or any means of defense, you were prey.

Your feet picked up in the snow a lot more now, you were kicking it away and swiping through piles and piles of it. You could hear the growls and barks of the predators behind you, you could feel your lungs forcing air into them with every painful breath you took. The snow made running a lot harder.

While the wolves were used to this weather, you were not. You were used to warm weather, not being forced to run through giant piles of snow kicking up more snow with every heavy hurried step you make as you try not to fall.

The wolves are fast, agile, and determined. They are closing in fast, snapping their jaws and baring their sharp teeth. The person being chased can feel their hot breath on their heels, and they know that any misstep could mean a fatal end. The wolves are relentless, their eyes fixed on their prey as they chase them through the forest. You can hear the rustle of the leaves and the snap of twigs as you run, trying to stay one step ahead of the pack.

Your only chance of survival is to keep moving, to find a way to outrun or outsmart the wolves. But the wolves are cunning hunters, and they are always one step ahead, always pushing their prey to their limits. You look back and your eyes seem to widen even more, these things…weren’t wolves... At least not any you’ve ever seen. They were bigger, not to mention their claws and teeth looked sharper, if you got caught then that would really be it for you.

As you desperately tried to get away, you would soon come up short, with your foot tripping over the other, you fell face first into the snow, rolling down a short hill as the wolves were quick to follow.

Somehow, the situation, got even worse when you felt your ankle twist in a way that was nowhere near painless. You felt your stomach twist in a way that made you feel as if you’d throw up from the pain that suddenly jolted through your body, you felt it through your entire leg.

However, you knew you couldn’t scream, you could hear those “wolves” behind you, and all you could do now was curse in your mind and grab a thick branch beside you as you desperately tried to crawl away, only managing to scurry underneath a tree as the wolves grew closer.

By now you were growing dizzy from the pain, and the cold weather was getting to you, your breathing heavy and uneven as they approached. Their teeth large, yellow and bared, ready to tear you apart with them.

You swung the thick branch at the “wolves”, trying to scare them away but they growled at you, sensing you were hurt and would be easy prey. One lunged at you, and as it did, you saw its claw was about the size of your head. It would tear right through your skin and spill your blood onto the snow, leaving your dead body for the others to feast upon.

‘Is this…how I die?’ You think to yourself and you see your life flash before your eyes, and in an instant, it feels like it’s so short, like you haven’t even gotten a chance to start living yet. ‘I…don’t want to die!’ You think to yourself, and you raise the stick again, but before you can swing it, the “wolf” is kicked away with a force so strong that when it hits a tree the entire thing collapses.

Your breath hitched. What could have possibly had enough power to do something like that? These things were huge, clearly had more mass than a regular wolf and they were faster too. The pack was quick to back away, and as you looked at the ground, you saw who it was that managed something like that step infront of you.

Looking up, slowing you saw a muscular back, slightly scarred as if clawed by a monster that got lucky or desperate enough to land a futile attack. Although most of it was covered by wild black hair.

“Broly…?” His name slipped out before you could stop it. He glanced at you, but he couldn’t get a word out before another one of those creatures lunged forward, aiming for you rather than him, but he grabbed it by the back of its neck, and threw it like one would throw a ragdoll.

The others don’t back down, they all start to jump at him but they seem no match for him as he casually slings them away, kicking the ones at his feet while the wind nips at your skin, another jolt of pain shoots through your leg and you feel your vision blur.

He was shaking them off like water, they tried to bite and scratch, but their teeth just barely pierced his skin, and their claws hardly tore through any wounds, drawing enough blood when they constantly tore at a wound that was already there. You could only watch in shock as he tore them off, teeth in his arm and all as he threw them to the side like their attacks meant nothing.

Had it been you in his place, they would’ve torn you to shreds. Even as he fights relentlessly, all you can do is sit behind as your vision cuts in and out. You try your best to stay conscious ‘No…he’s hurt…I shouldn’t…’.

As his body slowly comes to a blur, your vision fades to black, and you can hear his grunts and heavy breathing along with the pained whines of those creatures as they get slung around like child’s play.

Eventually, everything dies down. You can hear heavy breathing, and a whimper followed by retreating footsteps. Soon, you hear a shift in the snow, and you force your eyes to flutter open even thou you could hardly see straight. When you manage to see something, it’s Broly’s face as he leans down.

He was less blurry than before and up close, his features somehow looked softer. More kind, and if it wasn’t for your dizzy vision you would’ve thought you saw a look of concern plastered on his face.

You feel your body slowly being shifted around, scooped up as you’re held in strong arms, ones that feel warm and make you feel oddly secure. Even as you feel another sharp pain shoot through your body from your ankle, causing you to whimper, you feel the hold loosen a bit but at the same time remain secure.

The last thing you hear are some muffled words and the sound of feet Trudging through the snow, likely taking you back to the Castle.

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“So…How did you find out I left?” You questioned, breaking the rather awkward silence as he wrapped your ankle with some bandages after applying medicine brought to him by Cheelai. After waking up on one of the rather nice luxurious sofas in a sitting room in the castle to Broly throwing some logs in the firepit and Cheelai hopping over to light it up, the two of you haven’t spoken a word to each other, until now that is.

“Ba came to my room, he saw you when you left,” Broly said, not taking his eyes off your ankle as he gently wrapped it. He was so careful as if it would shatter if he so much as breathed the wrong way. After that, it was silent. The crackle of the firewood burning in the fireplace was the most noise in the room. It lit up the area nicely, but all you could focus on was Broly His features were softer, he looked focused, but also sad about something. You couldn’t exactly read his expression enough to find out what he could be sad about, but before you could ask, you quickly dismissed the thought, instead, you just looked at him admiring him like a piece of art.

Eventually, he was finished with your ankle, and gently placed it down. He stood up, and you got a good look at his body after the fight, some teeth marks looked bad, claw marks that seemed worse and would possibly get worse if not treated.

He tried to turn away and leave, but you couldn’t let him, before you could stop yourself, you reached out and spoke. “Wait!” Your words made him halt, as he slowly turned to look at you, and you sighed. “Please…let me treat your wounds. It's the least I could do..” You say as you move to grab the basket of medical supplies and place them in your lap.

He just stares at you for a moment, eyes slightly wide as if you were speaking in a foreign language. You patted the spot beside you, and after a while, he let out a soft grunt and turned his head away from you as he went to sit down beside you.

The couch shifted a bit but he sat in a man spread and leaned his elbow on his knee, his head resting in the palm of his hand covering his mouth, but you could see the small blush dusting his cheeks.

‘How cute…’ You think a small smile tugging at your lips before you catch yourself and quickly shake those thoughts away. You look down and start to treat his wounds in silence, more focused on making sure he didn’t end up with an infection, afterall he saved your life, you owe it to him to at least treat his wounds.

“Thank you…for saving me I mean…and wrapping my ankle.” You say suddenly, once again you were first to break the silence, and he looked at you a bit shocked before he just nodded and turned away again, his face a bit more pink now.

After that, you let the silence linger, dapping his wounds with rubbing alcohol, and rubbing ointment on them so it didn’t get infected. Then you slowly started to wrap the wound, not wanting to tie them too tightly, afterall you didn’t wanna hurt the guy that just saved your life.

The soft crackle of the fire, a small yip of what you assumed to be Ba in the background. It made for an oddly cozy feeling, one that you read about numerous times but never got the chance to experience.

“Do you…Not like it here?” He suddenly speaks up, and you look at him, your hands stopping as you stare at him, in shock by what he said for a moment. “Huh?” You question, and he looks away again. “I just…why did you run away? Put yourself in danger? I don’t understand it.” He says and you thought he was more upset that you tried to leave until he said he was upset that you put yourself in danger. You didn’t say anything for a while, choosing a moment of silence to gather your thoughts.

“At least next time…Let me know. So I don’t have to worry about you like that…” He mumbles, your ears caught wind of his words and you look at him again before you go back to wrapping, but this time, you know what to say.

“I'm sorry-” He starts, but you cut him off. “Don’t be. It’s a Nice castle, but you have to understand…I didn’t come here of my own will, I was ripped from my childhood home and brought here to marry you. I don’t know anyone here, I don’t know you and yet I’m here to be wed to you.” You explain with a softer tone than even you expected to come out of your mouth. You never would've expected something so gentle to come from you of all people.

Continuing to wrap his wounds, you felt his gentle eyes on you the entire time. As if he was stuck in a trance, trapped staring at you while you focused on tending to his wounds, and after a while he spoke again.

“I didn’t know…and…I really don’t know you either…” He stutters over his words, finding it troublesome to speak when you look at him, making eye contact with him as you pause the process of wrapping a bandage around his arm. His heart felt like it was doing flips, you were just so pretty, as if you were sculpted by an angle, and your hands were so soft…

After a moment, he saw you tilt your head and tried to find his voice and make his words seem less…insensitive.

“B-But, I’d like to…If you don’t mind.” He adds in that last part quickly, as if scared he would get a bad reaction if he missed even the smallest word. It was… appalling how a man as strong as him, a man that could destroy an entire village was tripping over his own words in front of you, his cheeks dusted a light pink as he switched from eye contact to avoiding your eyes. How could someone so strong be so nervous in front of you?

“No, I don’t mind at all…I’d like to know you too.” You say with a soft smile and you could swear you saw him melt then and there, like a light just twinkles in his eyes as his breath hitched and he just nodded.

“O-Okay…” He starts, but he runs out of words, so you speak up for him. “...Would you like to have dinner together?” You asked him and he nodded his head, You chuckled and looked down to continue wrapping his arm, the fire crackling in the background, but the silence wasn’t all that bad right now… actually it was quite comforting.

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galaxychaos78 · 1 year

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chaos speaks: idk what this exactly is, but its vegeta related so enjoy this. slight angst

"Don't you understand that I'm doing this for YOU?!"

Your fingers gripped the doorknob as your boyfriend's voice rang out in your shared room. You turn, eyes casted downwards as you couldn't force yourself to look at him, even with his wounds patched up.

"Don't you understand that you are the one thing in this life worth fighting for?...Worth dying for?" You can't stop the lone tear that falls and lean into his touch as he wipes it away with his thumb. His voice is soft, almost pleading. He wants you to understand and dear god you do. You understand that he would go to war for you, would leave mass destruction in his wake. Would give no mercy if it meant keeping you safe.

Because you would do the exact same for him. Prince Vegeta, your Vegeta. The Vegeta who skims his finger over your knuckles as a silent plea to go home when Bulma's parties become too much. The Vegeta who spends an extra 5 minutes in bed with you before he goes off to train, even though he always grumbled that it'll make him late for his training sessions with Goku. The same Vegeta who whispers his love for you against your skin in the early hours of the morning after a nightmare.

The same Vegeta who stands before you now, eyes glossy with tears. You reach to cup his hand in yours and let out a trembling breath.

"I don't want you to die for me.."

"Then let me live for you...Let me be the one to take your pain as my own." He takes your hand and places it on his chest. His heart beats rapidly and you clutch his shirt. "Let me wear these wounds with pride my love...these wounds show my absolute loyalty to you and only you."

For the moment, he is alive and you are grateful.

For the moment, you are alive and he is grateful.

Outside the sun shines, but in this room it rains. The tears of both you and your lover fall free and in his embrace, you kiss.

#vegeta #vegeta x reader #angst #dragon ball super x reader #dragon ball z x reader #dragon ball x reader

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iiseult · 8 months

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❥ Hiii my name’s Isolde, I’m an 18 year old American college student and I write mostly femdom smut whenever I feel like it and at literally no other time!

❥ That being said there is no set schedule and I do what I want, bitch

❥ Also I love new friends! :D

❥ Crazy ??? mmm yeah but in a realllllyyyy hot way so that makes it socially acceptable

❥ Probably not straight but also don’t know what to call it and also don’t care! I got some stuff that’s fine

❥ In a happy relationship :) hoorayyy!!

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❥ Be 18+ or begone!

❥ Don’t be afraid to ask, I won’t kink shame or be mean and if I’m not comfortable, I will simply say no

❥ I like just chatting with people who have shared interests and shooting the breeze

❥ I’ll do drabbles, imagines, full fics, what have you but it depends on how motivated I am tbh

❥ nsfw or sfw, both are fine

❥ I love AUs

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE

❥ As a white person I am not equipped to properly portray poc readers in my writing. That being said I will never explicitly mention race either. My goal is to let my nonspecific readers imagine themselves into the story no matter who they are!

❥ I will not write about kids I hate kids (that means minors)

❥ I will also not write about having kids/giving birth/being pregnant cause that’s none of my business

❥ No incest

❥ No scat

❥ No SA

❥ No somnophilia, I just do not get the hype sorry gang

❥ No necrophilia. no comment.

❥ I only write female reader cause I’m a girl so don’t ask for anything else and if u don’t like it then leave lol :)

❥ Ermmmm I think that’s it but I’ll add more if it comes up

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❥ BITING ARARARARAHAHAHA

❥ Excuse me. I love writing about dilfs and milfs also! I will write age gap stuff as long as it’s not between a minor and an adult.

❥ Corruption/virginity loss (let me be clear— this refers to the corruption of the character in question, not of the reader)

❥ Pet play (but not like, horses. pls no horses)

❥ Speaking of horses, COWBOY AU

❥ Overall just pathetic, whiny, desperate, good little submissive, obsessed, obedient, needy, overstimulated boys!!!

❥ Oh and mommy kink but is anyone surprised

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❥ KNY/demon slayer - haganezuka, kyojuro, shinjuro, gyutaro, yoriichi

❥ SNK/attack on titan - jean, eren, levi, hange

❥ dragon ball z - goku, gohan, broly, vegeta, trunks

❥ chainsaw man - denji, power, makima

❥ neon genesis evangelion - misato, kaji

❥ cowboy bebop - spike (like obviously come the fuck onnn), faye

❥ mystic messenger - 707 (hes the best fuck da gossip‼️)

❥ JJBA - joseph (especially oldseph lmfao), caesar, jotaro

❥ MHA - aizawa, hawks (and I hate everyone else so don’t ask)

❥ LOTR/the hobbit - bilbo, kili, thranduil

❥ house - james wilson (heavy on that one), greg house, lisa cuddy, 13

❥ golden boy - kintaro

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whoopsieintheuniverse · 1 year

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Hi, how are you. I like your stories very much, may I ask you for a little story. Reader is an old friend of songoku and bulma and recently became close to cupsel corp. Drawn. Raditz was pardoned and was allowed to join the Z group more or less voluntarily. He is alone at vegeta's home and trained, when a reader surprises, rings the doorbell in a bit of panic and asks if bulma is there.... (reader has caught his eye a few times and somehow she interests him more and more. Because otherwise she also is more fearless) but now she is in a panic after a stalker has destroyed her apartment..... Well, how does raditz react now.

Greetings from Bavaria Germany

Hi there! Thanks so much for liking my work! I’m so sorry for such a long wait, and I hope you like this fic! (TW for emotional and verbally abusive ex, some curse words)

752 days. 752 days ago, Raditz was in the depths of Hell. It was sweltering and barren, and he had sworn to himself that if he ever got out, he would do anything in his power to make sure he would not return. However, as he held his head in his hand, Raditz was sure that he was probably in Hell on earth.

"C’mon Uncle Raditz, let's go! You promised dad you'd warm us up for training today!" Goten whined. Raditz grumbled under his breath, trying in vain to shake Goten and his friend, Trunks, off his legs.

"Get lost, you brats," Raditz said.

Goten and Trunks continued to whine, pouting as Raditz scowled and glared down at them. They grinned, eyes glinting with unspoken mischief. The two boys looked at each other before snickering. Goten charged a weak blast before firing it off at Raditz.

“Damn brat!” Raditz snarled. He watched as Trunks and Goten sped off, content with causing the man trouble. Raditz dusted himself off as he watched them before shaking his head and rolling his eyes. Turning on his heel, Raditz stalked deeper into the backyard, content to train on his own for the rest of the evening.

Sweat dripped down Raditz’s brow. His chest heaved as the sun set behind him. Glancing at a rock, Raditz made his way to it to rest as the dust settled around him. Closing his eyes, Raditz took a deep breath as his breathing and heart slowed.

Suddenly, the sound of a motor roused Raditz from his rest. Raditz looked up to see a light blue car speeding down the road. It careened to the front of the Capsule Corp home, just out of Raditz’s view. Raditz stood, stretched, and stalked his way to the back of the Capsule House.

“Bulma! Bulma!” A voice cried. Raditz frowned, looking around the corner. The doorbell rung again and again, and whoever was behind the door was in a huff as they pounded on the floor. Raditz growled to himself as he wrenched the door open. He was just about to reprimand the intruder when he paused.

A woman stood there; her hand posed to knock again. She pursed her lips for a second before dropping her arm and fidgeting under Raditz’s gaze.

“Ah, hi. Sorry to bother you. Is Bulma home?”

Raditz’s mouth opened and closed, before he growled to himself and glared at the woman.

“Depends,” he said. “Why?”

Raditz blanched as the woman smiled.

“Y/N,” she said. “I’m Y/N. I’m sorry for the weird introduction, I really wouldn’t have come if I knew Bulma had company, but I really don’t have any other choice right now. Can I come in?”

Raditz said nothing, opting instead to move to the side. Y/N came through the door and looked around. She walked to the kitchen and sat herself down at the table with a huff.

Raditz stared at the woman as she fixed her hair and smoothed out her clothes. She wrung her hands and looked up at Raditz before speaking.

“Do you know when Bulma will be back? It’s really important,” she said.

Raditz shook his head.

“What do you need her for anyway? You two friends or something? If you are, you should know her schedule by now,” he hissed. Raditz’s eyes widened as Y/N let out a huff before laughing all together.

“That’s right! Now I know where I know you from. You’re Goku’s brother, right? I mean, you’re right, I’m always around Bulma and the gang, but I can never really get her schedule down.”

Raditz rolled his eyes, fidgeting under the woman’s gaze.

“She and her husband left this morning. She left her brat kid and his friend here,” Raditz said.

Y/N scoffed, slumping down in her seat.

“Well, shit,” she said. She looked up at Raditz, biting her lip for a moment.

“Do you think you could do something for me?” Y/N asked. Raditz frowned. Y/N continued.

“There’s this guy. I used to, well, we used to be together. He won’t leave me alone. He’s always at my house, outside my job, shit, he showed up at my place last night. I don’t know where else to go, and I was hoping Bulma was here but since she isn’t…” Y/N trailed off. Raditz’s eye twitched as she continued.

“I’m not asking for you to do anything that would get you in trouble. Could you just maybe, go with me while he’s still there? He’s supposed to be moving his stuff out, and he has until sundown until I call the cops. I just need the moral support,” Y/N said. She wrung her hands together, watching Raditz intently.

“Fine,” Raditz said.

Y/N let out a squeal. She jumped from her seat at the table to launch herself at Raditz; Raditz stood bewildered as Y/N hugged his neck and jumped up and down.

“Thank you so much!” Y/N said. “You don’t know how much this means to me! I’ll drive us!”

Raditz waved his hand, his face pink and his eyes trained to the floor.

“No need, I don’t like those things. You just go and I’ll follow,” he said. Y/N said nothing; she instead skittered to the door and flung it open, all but throwing herself outside and into her car.

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Once he arrived, Raditz could see why Y/N needed help. Clothes scattered the lawn, with a windowpane broken and glimmering on the grass as well. Raditz could hear a car door slamming shut, and he look to Y/N as she marched next to him.

“Are you kidding? Asshole ruined my stuff!” she yelled. Y/N went to work, gather her scattered clothes from the grass, and she had an arm full when her house’s door slammed open.

“Look who decided to drag their sorry ass back here! You come running back?” the man screamed from the doorway. Raditz crossed his arms, watching the other male intently. Raditz stepped forward as the other man spoke again.

“And who the fuck is this?”

“My name is Raditz,” Raditz said. “Get out of the house and we can make this quick.”

The angry man swore and spat, marching from the house to Raditz’s face. Raditz looked down at the man. He could feel his mouth twitch as the angry man tried his best to puff himself up to look taller compared to Raditz.

“C’mon,” Raditz said. “Get outta here. I don’t have all day, and neither does she,” Raditz said, motioning toward Y/N.

“Shut the hell up!” Y/N’s ex cried. Y/N looked up just in time to see him swing at Raditz’s jaw. His fist connected, and Y/N’s jaw dropped as Raditz didn’t move an inch. The man drew his hand back, howling and groaning. Raditz laughed and stepped forward.

“That all you got tough guy? C’mon, lay another one on me.”

Another fist connected with Raditz, and once again, the man cursed and spat at the pain blooming in his fingers.

“Freak! Dammit! My hands!”

Raditz rolled his eyes. Gingerly, he picked Y/N’s ex up by his collar.

“Scram,” Raditz said. He dropped the man, who scrambled away on his behind.

“Fine! I’m outta here, you crazy bitch and crazier fucker. I don’t want any part of this shit,” the man said. Y/N watched with glee as he got up and hurriedly fished his keys out of his pockets before retreating to a parked car in the driveway.

“Raditz!” Y/N cried. Raditz turned around just in time to see Y/N with her arms stretched out wide. He cleared his throat as Y/N hugged him tight.

“Thank you so much! You don’t know how much it means to me!” Y/N said. Raditz blinked and cleared his throat again, noticing how close his face was to Y/N’s. Y/N realized as well, stepping back and smiling.

“Heh, sorry. Anyway… wanna help me pick all this shit up?”

Raditz snorted.

“You got it, I’m just here for moral support.”

#request #DBZ #Dragon Ball Z #dragon ball #dragon ball z raditz #dragon ball z x reader #dbz x reader #dbz x yn #Raditz #raditz x reader #dragon ball raditz #x reader

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cringe--is--dead · 1 year

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He Sees You When You're Sleeping

For once in what felt like forever the house was quiet, it was calm. You, Trunks, and Goten were in the living room, your brother and Goten quiet as they concentrated on untangling the strings of lights. Your mother had given it to you as a task, but once she left to make hot chocolate, you quickly planted the lights in Trunks’ lap, opting to organize the tree ornaments.

“This is stupid,” He was mumbling to himself, and it took all your strength not to laugh at his apparent struggles. Instead, you covered your snort with a cough, though judging from his side glare, it was safe to say he still got the message.

“You’re doing great guys,” You encouraged them, smiling as he poked his tongue out aggressively at you, before his concentration shifted as he and Goten started to make a breakthrough.

You could hear your mom and grandmother in the kitchen, soft music playing through one of your mother’s homemade speakers. You had just gotten into a nice rhythm of organizing when your father walked in, sweaty as he was leaving the gravity chamber, and he paused in the doorway, eyeing the two of you curiously.

“What on earth are the pair of you doing?”

“Getting ready to decorate the Christmas tree,” You replied cheerfully, holding up some ornaments to emphasize your point.

Trunks nor Goten were paying attention, too focused on making sure they didn’t re-tangle the previously tangled knot of lights. Your father looked unamused as the two hurried to start wrapping the lights around the tree.

“You earthlings and your holidays. You all seem to just enjoy excuses to receive material items.”

You couldn’t fully argue with him there, opting to shrug as the boys worked on reaching the top of the tree. They moved a bit too quickly, and there would be gaps in the lights, but it was endearing to see them so excited about this.

“Do you wanna help us, dad?” Trunks landed with a proud look on his face, Goten landing next to him, excited as he rushed to grab an ornament from you.

Your father scoffed, “No.”

Trunks rolled his eyes, souring at your father's answer. “This is why Santa doesn’t bring you presents, dad. You’re like Scrouge.”

“You mean Scrooge?” Goten looked puzzled at the jab, and Trunks paused, embarrassed at being corrected.

“Yeah. Whatever.”

“Who is this… Santa? And why would he bring presents?”

The three of you looked at him, mixtures of confusion, bafflement, and amusement.

“You don’t know who Santa is?” Goten spoke first, eyes impossibly wide.

Your father merely tsk’ed, already annoyed with the topic at hand. You were astonished, to say the least. How had your father been on earth as long as he had and hadn’t learned who Santa was? You didn’t expect him to necessarily believe, but at least know of him.

“He’s Santa Claus,” You started to explain, knowing full well both Trunks and Goten still believed in him, courtesy of your mother and mother-in-law, “He uh, he watches the kids of the world. If they’re nice he brings them presents on Christmas.”

“If we’re naughty we get coal!”

Trunks laughed, “Yeah dad! You gotta help us or else you’ll get coal for Christmas.”

Your father remained quiet, though his gaze didn’t move from you. You could feel a bead of sweat forming on your scalp— why were you getting the infamous Vegeta stare-down? Trunks was the one goading him.

“There’s an earthling that just… watches the children of this planet, and judges them?”

“Well I mean,” He sounded dangerous, and you were floundering with your words, wishing your mother was here to explain better than you could, “Yeah?”

“Not just kids,” Trunks started to butt in, and as much as you loved your younger brother, he needed to keep his mouth shut, “He still brings (Y/N) gifts!”

“He watches you as well?”

“Well. I suppose? It’s just like— it’s what he does. He—”

“It’s like the song!” Goten supplied cheerfully, “He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake, he knows if you’ve been bad or good—”

“Thank you, Goten,” You cut him off with a smile, “You— I think my dad gets the point.”

In the kitchen, Bulma and Pancy were talking, hushed voices discussing the gifts that they had gotten, what had yet to be bought, and what plans they had coming up. Bulma was excited, holidays were always a special thing, even when she was younger. As she’s gotten older, she’s had more people to celebrate with. Going from her, her sister, and her parents, to the large family she’s created has been a gift in itself.

She was finishing up adding little toppings to the hot chocolate when you came into the kitchen, almost crashing through the doorway, panic evident on your face.

Pancy coo’ed, “What’s wrong dear?”

“Uh— mom I think you need to diffuse dad.”

“What happened?” She sounded more annoyed than afraid, knowing whatever it was that set her husband off could boil down to something as simple as Goten making a comment about his father.

“He learned who Santa is,” You stood up, wringing your hands together nervously, and Bulma placed the tray of hot chocolate down, “And he is not exactly too happy about the idea of a strange man stalking his kids.”

She sighed, running a hand through her hair, before motioning for you to walk. The pair of you made your way into the living room, Panchy offering to finish the drinks for when the events were over. In the living room, Trunks and Goten looked more panicked than you had, trying to calm Vegeta down.

“Vegeta— what is going on?” Your mother’s voice was loud and demanding, and Vegeta turned to her quickly.

“You mean to tell me you have been aware of a grown man stalking the earth’s children all year, and then deciding to play judge, jury, and executioner during the Christmas holiday?”

Oh, you hadn’t been kidding.

“Well,” When he puts it like that it does sound a bit creepy, “Didn’t you celebrate holidays on your planet?”

“We celebrated births, wars, conquers, and deaths. But we didn’t have our children being watched by some fat creep throughout the year!” He turned gold quickly, the blast of his energy knocking over the tree.

You watched it with a sad expression— at least you hadn’t placed any ornaments on it yet. Nothing was shattered or broken.

“Vegeta,” Your mom sighed, “It’s not like how you’re thinking—”

“If he just watches children, tell me, why does (Y/N) get gifts? She’s an adult— you mean to tell me he watches her as well?”

You closed your eyes, burying your face into your hands to muffle your groan. Why hadn’t your mother told him about Santa years ago? This day would have been peaceful.

“She’s still young enough to get gifts from Santa.”

“So he still watches her, does he?”

Bulma cocked a hip, eyeing him with curiosity and annoyance, “I— yes?”

“She is a married woman,” He all but growled that out, still sore that his eldest had married Goku’s oldest, “And he lays his eyes on her in the privacy of her own home.”

“Okay, dad—”

“That is not what he does—”

“What is he talking about?” Trunks turned to Goten, watching as the energy of his mom and older sister shifted from annoyance to embarrassment.

Goten merely shrugged in response, “Your dad’s not going to go kill Santa, is he?”

“He’s not in the North Pole right now,” Trunks shook his head, arms crossed as he answered like this was the most obvious thing in the world, “He could be at any of the malls around the world visiting kids. He can’t waste time searching for him.”

“Oh, he visits malls now does he?” Vegeta turned his gaze to the two of them.

“Yeah, we went to see him last week,” Trunks answered, pointing to the mantle piece where your mom had printed out the picture of the two of you with Santa.

Your mom had insisted the pair of you wear matching red and white outfits, and though they were itchy, the trip to visit Santa had been fun, refreshing almost. However, with the way your father’s mind was rearing, seeing a photo of his children, one perched on Santa’s lap, the other leaning against his side, was enough to seal the deal: he had to kill Santa.

“I told him what I wanted for Christmas, he even knows our names!” Trunks looked so proud, Santa had in fact told him he’d been a good boy that year.

“Trunks!” You couldn’t help but hiss his name at him, and he looked confused as to why you were scolding him.

“Okay, Vegeta,” Your mom pinched the bridge of her nose, “Calm down.”

“I will not calm down,” He seethed, “This man holds too much power, and to hold it over our children? I will not allow such a thing.”

“Dad,” You sighed, “It’s a normal thing! Christmas is a widely celebrated holiday, Santa visits all those who celebrate it and—”

“So he’ll be visiting our home then, correct?”

“Yes, but—”

“Good,” Thankfully, he powered down, his energy decreasing, blonde fading the black, “I shall wait for him then.”

“Oh boy,” Your mother sighed.

“When he enters our home, which as I’ve learned is considered breaking and entering, I shall challenge him. Any man able to travel the entire planet in one night must contain an immense level of power.”

“Oh my,” You turned towards your mother, exasperated, “Mom!”

“Vegeta,” She pats you on the back, “I need to talk to you. In the kitchen.” Your father scoffed, arms crossing over his chest, but he moved to walk to the kitchen nonetheless, “You three— clean this up.”

“We didn’t make the mess,” Trunks whined, but Goten moved to prop up the tree and defeated, Trunks helped him.

Your parents left for the kitchen, hopefully, your mother would explain to him that Santa was in the face, not real, so there was no immortal man stalking the children of the world. You cringed a bit— it does sound a bit creepy when explained like that.

A knock echoed from the door, and a moment later Gohan was walking in, a large smile on his face. It faded when he saw the boys struggling with the tree and the stressed look on your face.

“What happened?” He stepped forward almost cautiously, moving to wrap his arms around you, “I thought you all were just tree decorating?”

“Dad learned who Santa was today,” Your voice was muffled from where you had buried your face in his shirt.

“Oh,” He nodded in understanding, “I assume he didn’t like the idea of him?”

“He’s gonna try and fight Santa when he comes to deliver our presents,” Trunks supplied from where he was in the air, trying to help Goten steady the tree once more.

“Oh?”

Goten looked over at his big brother, “Do you think Mr. Vegeta’s gonna try and kill Santa?”

“If he does I hope I’m still on the good list,” Trunks looked stressed, “I’m not the one trying to kill him.”

Gohan laughed, “Relax buddy, your dad’s not going to kill Santa.”

“Our dad really likes Santa,” Goten floated over to you, and though you had grown more than used to the group of Saiyans using their powers around you, having Goten or Trunks fly up to be eye level with you was always funny, “He didn’t know who Santa was when he came back from the dead! Mom had to tell him, and when he first met him dad was really excited!”

“Oh yeah?” You side-eyed your husband who snorted, “Yeah. Guess it makes sense that Vegeta didn’t know about Santa, but it was surprising with dad.”

From the kitchen, a very loud, “What?” echoed throughout the house, and you had a hunch that, if your dad didn’t like the idea of Santa, he liked the realization of being fooled even less.

“I think it would have been easier to let him fight one of the mall Santas,” You muttered to Gohan, watching as Goten and Trunks plugged the lights in, marveling at their own handy work.

“Don’t say that,” He looked amused despite the worry in his voice, “Can you imagine that poor worker?”

You laughed, it proved to make a funny sight. Though you knew the poor minimum wage worker wouldn’t stand a chance against your father. Family Christmas fighting the law doesn’t sound like a good way to end the year.

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