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newtsfern · 3 months

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PLANETARY

Chapter Two

word count: 1480

warnings: mild gore, not canon compliant

At first, I suspected I had put in the wrong planet coordinates. What other reason would there be for a Namekian to stand before me? I quickly rationalized that not to be the case, though, upon further inspection of my surroundings. It was dark out- something that did not happen on Namek. I deduced that I was, in fact, on the planet Earth; though for some odd reason, there happened to be a Namekian here.

Perhaps I was quiet for too long, as the large Namek scowled deeper- if that was even possible. He turned towards me, raising his hand and producing an energy ball, aiming it directly at me. Suddenly, my scouter went haywire, reading numbers as high as I could only ever dream of seeing, before abruptly exploding, shooting off into a million pieces. To say I was stunned would have been an understatement- this species was always said to be one of the weaker beings in the universe. Then again, the same was said about the Ardrians.

“Listen, I haven't got all night. I know you’re one of Frieza’s soldiers. Didn’t anyone tell you he was dead? Or are you here to seek retribution?” He sneered, “Your kind isn’t welcome here. I’m giving you a chance to leave now, or face the consequences.” He threatened, looking me up and down. Perhaps changing into my old armor from when I had first landed on Ardro wasn’t the best idea- after all, it did look almost exactly like the kind used in the Frieza force, besides the colors and the sigil on my breastplate. The armor itself was in tatters, though, after decades of use. Even he could see that- perhaps he thought I was on a suicide mission, desperate to avenge my great leader, Frieza. The thought made me shudder. As if.

“I’m not here to get revenge for Frieza,” I told the man, carefully picking my words so as to not aggravate him further. “Quite the opposite, actually. I… heard word not too long ago that Frieza was dead. Killed by a Saiyan…” I trailed off, averting my eyes. Surely even this Namekian understood, I was here to be reunited with my own kind. For decades, I had been alone, stranded on Ardro.

“Yeah, right. Four years ago.” He grumbled, clearly pissed. “Listen, I gave you a warning. If you’re not going to take it, fine. Suit yourself.”

With that, I was hit square in the chest with the energy blast he had been charging. As I got knocked back, it seemed he had transported to me in an instant, repeatedly striking punches to my abdomen and face, my already torn and half rotted armor doing nothing to help me. He blasted a stronger blast into my stomach, a smug smirk on his face. That was, until, the blast seemed to go through me, sending me backwards a couple dozen feet. As I flew backwards, I swore I could have seen his smirk fall. Perhaps a look of realization that I didn’t even fight back. At this point, blood seeped from the wounds on my face and abdomen, though something felt wrong. For the first time since I was a teen, I felt pain. Pain that made me want to scream out and kill whoever had done this to me. A hand reached to my stomach, feeling for the damage that had been done. To my horror, and perhaps the Namekians as well, my hand went deep- too deep- before I felt anything. I drew my hand away, shaking, only to see it covered in blood and melted flesh.

For a moment, I stared in shock. Without a regenerative tank- the kind Frieza’s galactic empire had on their ships and planetary stations- there was no way for me to survive this. I coughed, cascades of blood rushing from my mouth onto the ground and everywhere around me.

Through the cough, I started to laugh. Of course, something as ridiculous and naive as this would take me out. At least I would die in battle, I thought to myself. Better than dying on some desolate planet.

The footsteps of the large man drew me from my thoughts, looking up only to lock eyes with him. For the first time in this entire encounter, I could not read his expression. His arms were crossed over his chest, cape billowing in the nightly wind. He was silent for a long moment, perhaps arguing with himself over what to say. Finally, just as he was about to say something, he seemed to take notice of something he hadn't previously. It was at this point that I could, deductively, read his expression- though it was only for a second before he was once again expressionless.

There was another long pause, and another blood-spattering cough from me, before he finally spoke. “You have a tail.” I stared at him, confusion written in my features. “Of course… I have a tail…” Another coughing fit overtook me, interrupting my reply. “As far as I am aware, all Saiyans on Vegetasei did…” I wheezed, breathing becoming harder to execute, the pain in my abdomen making me dizzy. It was clear to me, having been the witness to many deaths that were by my own hand, that I was on death's door. Perhaps, in Hell, I would be lucky enough to reunite with my team. Nezza, Taro… perhaps even the prince himself, if I was lucky.

It was around this point that the Namekian looked up, turning his head behind him. “I wondered how long it would take you to show up.” He grumbled out, and at first through my daze, I thought he had been talking to me. It didn't take long for me to realize that wasn't the case though, as I heard another man's voice. Although I was out of it by this point, my body still seemed to be on high alert, aware of its surroundings. As I heard the man come closer, my tail- which was no longer around my waist, but stretched out alongside me- seemed to have some type of piloerection effect.

“Hey Piccolo! Sorry, Chi-Chi wouldn’t let me leave at first. And, you seemed to have it handled, so…” His voice trailed off, coming to a stop just out of my line of sight. “I came as soon as I could when I felt their power level fading… It didn't seem like they put up any fight. Guess curiosity got the best of me.” The man let out a laugh that was more of a giggle, or chuckle, than actual laugh.

“That would be because she didn’t.” The Namek, whom I had learned was named Piccolo, said with a huff. “I thought at first she was just another Frieza fanatic, here to get revenge. However…” He trailed off, and seemed to gesture towards my tail.

‘Woah! Is that a tail?” The other man asked, looming over me. At this point through blood loss or just the fact I was mere moments from death, my vision was too blurry to make out any details of the man. I could tell he was taller than me, wearing orange, and had dark hair, though anything further than that was a lost cause. “Yes, now listen. What is your plan here? She’s almost dead, as is. Should I finish the job, or have her healed? She’s wearing the same armor that Frieza’s men wore. I’m not sure if she can be trusted.”

There was a brief pause before the other, shorter man responded. “I’ll bring her to Bulma, see what she can do. I don't think she would be able to do much harm, Piccolo. I mean, you beat her with ease.” There was an annoyed grunt from Piccolo at this.

Slowly, my consciousness started to fade. If you're going to heal me, then do it, I thought bitterly. I would rather die on the battlefield than have them mess around, trying to heal me and end up killing me that way. That was no way for a Saiyan to die.

“It would feel wrong to kill a Saiyan, too. She hasn’t exactly done anything wrong. I'm sure you would feel the same way if you were in my shoes, Piccolo. And, besides, ‘Geta never mentioned any other Saiyans besides the ones we knew of. So, I think he’d have my hide if he knew I let you kill one.” Another odd half giggle, half laugh came from the man. “Right.” Was all Piccolo had to say before he stepped back, letting the other man pick up the female Saiyan bridal style. A startled, pained scream escaped me, until finally the pain became too much to handle. Before I lost consciousness, however, I heard the man say-

“Don’t worry, you'll be fixed up in no time. Then we can talk, saiyan to saiyan.”

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kaprisunn9 · 1 year

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7.18.22

Akira Chiitosou, Saiyan Princess, Wife of Vegeta

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derkhue · 9 months

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goku 💪👊 dragon ball

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spilledbeans116 · 1 year

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Hey, I'm sending you an inspiration pic. Whatever idea or feeling you get from the picture can serve as the basis for a fic or a short or just a drabble. Enjoy!

Sorry it took a bit! Finals and what not keep me busy, you know? Anyways, before we get into it, I want to thank you for being my first ever request! When I saw the ask I got so happy I genuinely squealed and spooked my sister LOL.

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The Plan - Vegeta x Reader - 3,599 Words

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The dirt was cold beneath your skin, your cheeks pressed against it as you groaned in pain. Being volleyed into the ground like a bouncy ball by the saiyan prince certainly wasn’t pleasant; you almost didn’t want to get back up and face him, especially after that embarrassing display you had just put on.

“You’re not very good at this,” Vegeta quipped, landing beside you and grabbing you by the hem of your shirt. He placed you back on your feet, looking you over with a bored expression. He was in his typical attire: white chest plate with matching boots and gloves slipped on over that damn blue body-suit. You could see his muscles clearly, which no doubt kept you distracted on top of everything else. You had been wanting him to train with you for weeks now, wanting to show off the new technique that Goku had taught you. However, that seemed to be backfiring as you continued to fail to even find an opening for it.

“I’m rusty, sue me,” you shrugged with a smirk. He simply rolled his eyes, scoffing in the process.

“You were the one to agree to this! If you weren’t prepared, why bother!”

You flinched at his tone before turning away from him. The truth was you thought you had been prepared. Your little crush on the saiyan prince had left you splashing about in the deep end, and Goku said that asking to train with him was exactly what you needed to “loosen up.” It was hard to say no to that big puppy dog, especially when he was so excited to help out after hearing about your plight.

“Come on! I’ll even spar with you to help you get ready!” He whined, those gentle eyes of his leaving you defenseless. “Please please please let me help! Please!” That last please was what had gotten you. You trained with Goku for about a month, perfecting his technique and holding your own against the saiyan during your matches. It was when he decided you were ready that he started to sprinkle in the idea of sparring with you to Vegeta. Little spouts of compliments, noting how you were stronger than he thought and how it was really fun practicing with you.

You didn’t think it was going to work, but you were surprised when Vegeta approached you at one of Chi-Chi’s cookouts.

“Kakarot won’t shut up about you,” he had grunted, taking a swig of his beer and leaning against the railing behind you. You couldn’t meet his gaze, glancing down at your own drink.

“Yeah, we’ve been practicing a lot lately,” you replied casually, trying not to stumble over your words. Whenever he got close it was as if it became harder to think; harder to breathe. This had been when you started to second guess Goku’s plan. You shot him a glance across the way when and he flashed that sunshine smile of his, giving you a quick thumbs up before continuing to stuff his face.

“If you want a real challenge you should train with me.” Vegeta scoffed, glancing over at you. You felt like you were going to melt.

“Sounds good to me,” you smiled. “Just don’t expect me to go easy on you!”

Now here you were, getting your ass handed to you in his base form. You could handle Goku powered up to super saiyan, hell you could dodge his throws when he leveled up to SS2, but with Vegeta it was as if it all went out the window and you were back in your first fighting lesson. Being so close to him you could smell him, hear his grunts and sharp inhales as he moved around. It was eating you alive.

“I’m just warming up! That’s all,” you offered instead, brushing yourself off. You wiped your brow and shook out your hands to expel your nerves. “I’m ready now, I swear.”

“Good. I was just warming up as well,” he smirked, floating back up into the sky with his arms crossed. You followed him up, staying eye level with him the whole time. “Now the fight truly begins.”

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After the first few punches it had been clear he was serious. You weaved between his throws quickly, barely dodging as he swept his leg out and went to kick you back. You grabbed his leg, spinning him quickly in a circle before launching him off to your left. In the blink of an eye he was on your right, and you blocked your head with your arm as he threw another punch.

“Tch, as if that would do anything!” He yelled, finally landing a hit in your gut. You gasped for air, clutching your stomach as you curled up slightly from the impact. He seemed to falter for a second but it felt as if you had hallucinated it as he launched his foot into your chest, sending you flying backwards.

Suddenly your flight was stopped as he was behind you, sending you careening towards the ground as his boot met your spine. You stopped yourself in mid-air suddenly, flipping around to shoot out your arms and launch a handful of brightly colored ki blasts at where you would have landed. Dust was thrown up, creating a smokescreen of sorts as you regained your composure and landed softly on the dirt floor. You looked around for the prince to no avail, your attack having coated you and your vision in smoke.

You shut your eyes tight, waiting for his power to surge as he went to attack you. You felt a tingling feeling from above you and stepped aside as Vegeta planted his foot right where your body had been. You swung quickly, feeling your fist connect with his chest as he staggered back. You swung, left then right then left again, each blow connecting with his face, cheek, then gut. He inhaled sharply, ducking as you swung at his head again.

He spun, his foot sweeping your legs out from under you as you fell on your ass. You smirked as you attempted to return the favor, spinning on your back to kick his legs out from under him. He jumped, landing back on the floor right as you pushed yourself up, kicking him straight in the stomach instead. Sweat clouded your forehead and ran down your neck, sending a shiver down your spine as the prince grabbed onto your ankle. He lifted you above his head quickly, using the momentum to slam your body back onto the floor behind him.

You cried out in pain, spittle flying from your mouth as your vision flashed hot and white. His grip on your ankle loosened for a moment before tightening once more; he grit his teeth as you lifted back up and spun around like a top, the wind whipping past you and cooling your skin. You began to feel nauseous from how fast you were going before he let go, launching you a good distance from him.

Your body hit the ground and continued to roll, sending up a dust cloud in your wake. After three or four tumbles you sprang up, digging your heels into the dirt and leaving behind skid marks. You wiped your mouth on your arm, spitting out blood as you stared at the prince.

“Had enough?” He huffed, crossing his arms once more. “I’m getting tired of this.”

You took your fighting stance, shaking your head. “No! I still haven’t shown you what I can do!”

He sighed at that, rolling his eyes as he began to float up, “let’s get this over with then,” he grunted, eyes running over your bruised form. Your glances met for a moment and a moment only before he tore his eyes away, unable to hold your gaze as you looked at him with such determination.

You certainly didn’t feel determined right now as you studied his own features. He was dirty, same as you, but other than that seemingly untouched. He tilted his body in the air, moving his arms to the right of him and bending his one leg at the knee. You felt your heart race as he placed the palm of his left hand over the back of his right, curling his fingers in the process.

You knew his moves well, and were very aware of how powerful his next attack would be. You started to build your energy, feeling it ripple and crackle around you as the dirt below your feet shook, pebbles rising slightly from the disruption of energy.

You grew annoyed with yourself, Goku, and him. Why had Goku been so incessant on helping you with this? You realized he didn’t know a damn thing about romance and sure, his intentions had been good, but now you were just making a fool of yourself in front of the prince. It was obvious you were merely a toy for him, the look on Vegeta’s face not at all concerned. His brows were furrowed, but what else was new? For the most part he seemed relaxed, not even bothering to power up fully. That is what pushed you to keep pulling as he began his attack.

“GALICK!” He shouted, a purple aura slowly enveloping him. You braced yourself, feeling the energy bud beneath your fingertips as you prepared to release your own counter attack. “GUN!” At his shout, a powerful laser shot from his hands, quickly being met with a blast and yell of your own.

The colors clashed and sent sparks around the both of you as you fought to maintain it, the force of the attack startling Vegeta slightly. He hadn’t prepared properly for it to be as strong as it was and found his hold on it slipping. “OH NO YOU DON’T!” He screamed, powering up to super saiyan as a wave went through his attack. You watched as the purple beam began to envelop your own before you widened your stance slightly. You grit your teeth, unsure of if you should push yourself during this and if your body would be able to take it. You decided that it was worth it; you could vent your frustrations with this idiotic plan while the opportunity was presented to you. All of those days spent training, for what? To not even be taken seriously?

“KAIOKEN!” You yelled, feeling your power surge.

“Not again!” Vegeta grunted, sending another surge of power through his beam. They seemed to be stuck at a halfway point before the ground around you began to crack and split, your energy leaving a crater around you.

“TIMES… TEN!” Your body glowed red and you cried out at the strain on your muscles as you forced the energy to be expelled from your body. You ki widened, beginning to steadily break through his before he rolled out of the way at the last second, your beam launching out beside him and into the sky as he watched with wide eyes. You sank deeper into the Earth, tears welling in your eyes as it felt as though your body was being torn apart; you had perfected five, but nothing above that had even been explored.

You cut the attack off, your arms falling weakly at your sides as your power receded.

“THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!” Vegeta screamed, marching over to you, golden form glowing before your eyes. Your vision was blurry, but even then his bright blue eyes stuck out against the world around you. He was beautiful like this, as bright as a star in the night. “YOU WERE TRYING TO KILL ME!”

You smirked weakly, a laugh bubbling in the back of your throat as your body swayed. “I won.” As your legs gave out along with your consciousness, Vegeta was quick to catch you before you could hit the floor. He shifted you in his arms, his left hand supporting the base of your neck while the other held your legs.

“You idiot,” he frowned, shooting off back to Bulma’s.

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You groaned as you came to, your head swimming as you sat up slowly. You went to lift your hand to your forehead to provide some sort of pressure against the ache but instead found yourself hissing as your arm shifted. You looked down at it, wrapped in bandages like a mummy.

“Settle down, you’re fine.” Vegeta huffed. Your eyes shot up, finding him leaning against the doorframe of the room you were in. It was decorated plainly, with dark dressers, cabinets, and hardwood floors. There were no photographs or decorations, just a small desk with a navy blue journal and a white lamp sitting on it. The bed you were in had dark blue sheets, soft and silky beneath your skin.

“Where am I?” You croaked, your entire body aching as you spoke.

“My room,” he replied plainly, causing your face to heat up. He didn’t notice, walking over to the desk and grabbing the journal carefully before shoving it into one of the drawers.

“Why?”

Vegeta rolled his eyes and scoffed as if you had asked the dumbest question in the entire world. “You passed out. I very well wasn’t going to leave you there.”

“Why not a hospital? Bulma’s medical ward?”

He frowned, “Bulma isn’t here and a hospital wouldn’t know what to do with you like this.” He pulled out the rolling-chair by his desk, sitting in it and resting his arms on his legs. He leaned forward to stare at you, clasping his hands in front of his face. “Why the hell did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Push yourself that far. It was clear you weren’t ready.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and pouting, “whatever. I wouldn’t have known unless I tried. Besides, I’m still alive aren’t I?”

“You could have killed yourself!”

“I know my own limits!” You snapped, attempting to sit up. You cried out before Vegeta placed a hand on your chest and pushed you back down.

“Stop moving. Your body needs rest.”

You gave a chuckle at that before wincing. “That’s ironic coming from you, Mr. Broken Ribs.”

You were surprised to see a smirk tug at his lips before it quickly disappeared. “See? I know what I’m talking about then. Wait here.”

He got up, walking out of the room and leaving you alone with your thoughts for the time being. You became acutely aware of how much his bed smelled like him. You resisted the urge to pull the blankets up to your face and bury your head in them. Why had he taken you here? Surely Bulma had spare bedrooms that were free, it wasn’t as if her house was filled with people at the moment.

Vegeta returned a few minutes later; he had a small tray in his hands, with a bowl and a bottle of water resting on it precariously. He walked over to you, boots clacking against the wooden floor before he set it on your lap.

“Here. You need to stay hydrated and I wouldn’t doubt you’re probably starving.”

You went to tell him you weren’t, but the comedic timing of your growling stomach shut you up quickly. Instead, you said, “the prince of all saiyans made me soup? It’s an honor.”

He blushed slightly, his ears heating up before he glanced away and crossed his arms again. “Oh whatever. Don’t start or I’ll eat the damn food myself.”

You grunted as you picked up the spoon and raised it to your lips, blowing on it carefully before drinking the broth. You smiled as the warm liquid ran down your throat, relaxing your body a bit as you dipped the spoon back down for more. “How’d you know this is my favorite? Or was it just a lucky guess?”

Vegeta visibly stiffened, his hands twitching at his sides as he thought of how to answer. “Does it matter?”

“No, I guess not. Just happy is all.” You looked up at him, flashing him a genuine smile. “Thank you, Vegeta.”

He went silent, sitting back in the chair and crossing his legs. He gripped the edge of the chair tightly as he mumbled under his breath, “Kakarot told me it was your favorite.”

“What was that?” You asked, popping the spoon in your mouth and crying out, dropping it quickly as he hopped up.

“What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself? Your wrist?” He grabbed your arm quickly yet carefully, turning it over so he could study your open palm and wrist. His eyes ran over your skin, scanning for any signs of strain or damage.

“I burned my mouth,” you whined. “It’s really hot.”

“YOU IDIOT!” He snapped, dropping your hand. It bounced against the bed slightly. “OF COURSE IT’S HOT!”

“YOU DISTRACTED ME!”

“TCH! DON’T BLAME ME FOR YOUR OWN REDUNDANCY!”

You frowned, picking up the spoon and setting it back in the bowl. After a bit of silence the bowl was empty, and you went to pick up the water. Vegeta snatched it quickly, opening it for you before setting it back on the tray. You raised an eyebrow at him as he glared at you.

“I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself, Vegeta. You don’t have to baby me.”

“I’m the reason you ended up like this,” he frowned. “I’m merely making up for my own transgressions. Nothing else.”

“You don’t take care of Goku after you mess him up,” you teased as you took a sip from the bottle. Vegeta stayed silent once more, unable to deny your point but unwilling to explain himself. You chose not to push him, changing the subject instead. “How long was I out for?”

“Three days.” He replied plainly. You, on the other hand, began to panic.

“THREE DAYS?” You ran your hands over your head, eyes wide as you began to panic. “I WAS OUT FOR THREE DAYS? BUT-“

“I took care of everything.” He grunted, leaning back and staring at the drawer he had placed his journal in.

“What-“

“You didn’t miss anything and I checked in on your things.”

You blinked at him, “oh. Well thank you.” You were surprised he paid that much attention to you. You could have sworn that sometimes he couldn’t even remember your name let alone all the things you had to take care of in your life.

“You’re welcome. I won’t be so kind next time, so don’t let this happen again.”

“Next time?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

He simply nodded, “it’s obvious Kakarot isn’t training you properly even though you have plenty of untapped potential. From now on I’ll be training you instead.”

You blushed a bit at the idea of spending more time with the prince before laughing awkwardly. He glared at you, taking it as mockery towards his offer. “What the hell is so funny?”

“I thought you hated training with me!” You giggled, trying to cover your mouth to stop yourself. “You looked bored the entire fight. You even kept complaining about it!”

“How else were you going to get worked up and unleash your potential?” He huffed. “Besides, I always look the same, don’t I?”

You laughed again at that; a good, hearty one, while Vegeta smirked down at you. He loved seeing you smile, and it warmed his heart that he was what was bringing that look to your face. “You’ve got me there. I won’t take it easy on you once I’m better though!”

He grinned once more as he collected your tray and empty bowl, making his way to the kitchen to wash everything.

Sure, asking Kakarot to put in a good word for him with you hadn’t gone entirely as expected. When Kakarot had come back and told him he started training with you, Vegeta wanted to knock his teeth out. After a bit his incessant rambling about you pushed Vegeta to the edge, wanting to make a move before it was too late. He hadn’t realized you took training so seriously in the first place, but he didn’t mind. Being alone with you, even if it was to spar, sounded good to him. He didn’t want to hurt you, throwing his punches on occasion and not pushing himself as hard. A select few times he thought of stopping altogether, but realized you might take offense to it. Apparently you had anyway, and almost died in the process.

Next time he’d show you how to fight properly; how to use his techniques without straining your body. After a while, maybe he’d even have the courage to ask you on a date. He shook his head at that. What was he even thinking? A date? Where the hell had that come from? He finished rinsing off the utensils and dried them with the dish rag before putting them all away. Sure he had feelings for you, but that didn’t mean they were reciprocated.

Little did either of you know, Goku had planned this all from the start as a means to get you two together. Both the prince and yourself had confided in him your crushes, and he’d be damned if he didn’t do something to get his best buds together. After all, he bet Krillin 10 bucks it would happen, and Goku wasn’t one to lose at anything. Later down the road, when you guys would eventually become official, then he would embarrass you both with the stories and confessions you had told him. Until then, he would just have to continue to be the best wing-man this universe had ever seen.

#Vegeta #vegeta x reader #dbz x reader #dbz self insert #saiyan oc #majin oc #dbz oc #dbz #prince of all saiyans #dragon ball z #dbs x reader #goku

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eddiezhere · 6 months

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more art dump

dragon ball oc version

Harp v

Lottus

I gave both their own forms that kinda go together cus idk like father like son ig.

I got so much hate on tiktok for these guys i had to filter comments. 😭😭

#digital art #oc #original character #dbz #dbz oc #oc x canon #piccolo #Namekian oc #Saiyan oc #Oc #Digital art #Doodle #Dragon ball #dragon ball z #Vegeta

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vegesoda · 24 days

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I'm so in love with this little man

🥗🥤💕

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mirazartsstuff · 1 year

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Working on a Saiyan insert story because i have the hots for Vegeta-

I wanted to make a very fun AU focusing on my inserts (Mizune) and Vegetas relationship growing very slowly. This is legit the most fun i have just to write Vegeta growing fond of someone but denying it himself and the other being oblivious to it until a single kind gesture from him makes her realise. Need to clarify the story is in an au where Planet Vegeta was not blown up and the Saiyans actively working against Frieza-

It’s cheesy but this is very self indulgent and I don’t care. Anyway, here’s mah girl

The golden streaks exist because i drew another saiyan with red streaks for a friend and like that idea if Mizune had them too, however them being natural (yes i am canon divergent, fuck you) since I am blonde irl and wanted to incorporate some parts of myself like my beauty-marks and hair. Mizu is just a bloodthirsty as any Saiyan but i maaaay have took it a bit literally but shhhhh I’ll explain soon

She has admiration for Vegetas strength so her main dream is working with him under his training (Which is where the story begins lol)

She gets tons of rumours because of her hair being called “The next Super Saiyan” or some shit like that. She was cast into infamy by just existing lol. She doesn’t believe the rumours to be true. However a certain prince is doubtful about this rumour 👀

I will write fics and/or comics about them. Here’s a sketch of their first time meeting in person!

Eeeeeeeee this is gonna be fun :D

#dbz #dbz vegeta #vegeta #canon x self insert #vegeta x oc #prince of all saiyans #dbz au

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kazenomegaminowanpisu · 2 years

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Vegeta x Hanna Emerald| how did you met dad?

Warning: oc x char

Trunks sat down next to me and start asking weird questions, "Mom how did you met dad?" I slowly looked at him and pst his head, "well I met him in a mixed up situations" i Tried to explain everything but trunks still didn't get.

"Mom I still didn't get it" I let out a sigh, "Well let mama tell you story" Goten arrived and joined the two of us, "I met your dad when I had unfinished business with Frieza, and I fought Frieza that day and met your papa Goten" Goten gave a warm smile, "and then mom?" Trunks said to me, I tell the every part of our love Story.

When suddenly Vegeta arrived and heard me telling stories into Goten and trunks, that's why he approach me and cover my mouth, "don't listen into this lady you fools!" I bit his hand but it didn't do anything to him, "Are you dog biting it's owners hand?" I bit harder but still he didn't let go, "dad is it really true that you fell in love to mom by love at first sight?" Vegeta got a small blush on his cheeks, "I-ido?, Shut up!!!" He shouted at trunks that made them run away.

"punks!" Vegeta uncovered my mouth, "Next time don tell them that stupid love Story!" I stood up and looked at Vegeta, "But honey it's a great Story, between a wind goddess and a Saiyan" Vegeta let out a *humph!* Vegeta Walks away, "it's a great love story right, mother deity?" I looked the beautiful And clear sky.

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Come, Let Us Teach You

Fandom: DBZ

Pairings: Reader x Vegeta, Reader x Nappa, Reader x Raditz

Words: 3.6K

Rating: M

Warnings: Sayian Reader, Mating Cycles/Heats, Ginyu Force, Dark Frieza, No protection, probably more, I will update as we go lol

It had been rough. Normally it took more than a few words and some pushy men to get under your skin. However the cold prince had managed to shake you up, and after the little run in with Jeice, you were a little bit more cautious than normal. While you had been on alert the three men seemed to carry on like they normally would. Being brutes and thinking about nothing other than training, eating, and trying to get under your skin. While it normally got on your nerves, you were silently glad that they were all acting normal, something you could hold onto and remind yourself that you were just letting your thoughts get the better of you.

The simple missions you were sent on came and went without much fuss. The four of you went, got the job done, and returned to train some more. It was a simple routine, and one you were alright with. The one complaint you had however was the last few missions were simple, and boring. They were nothing but patrolling missions, watching over other planets and making sure that everything was in order.

Personally you felt like it was a dig at you, and you were getting annoyed by it, but you kept these thoughts to yourself. You were still recovering and as it had been demonstrated you couldn't trust anyone to keep their mouths shut. So you had decided that it would be best if you took a few steps back and just kept most of your thoughts to yourself, just in order to avoid risking the unnecessary trouble. This however also included making sure that you never had enough time to sit down and just relax, always needing to be on the move and keeping up with tasks, no matter how small.

Finally you guys had been sent on a mission made for a Saiyan, one that had you relaxing ever so slightly. You could finally get back to doing what you had come to do best, obliterating planets and seizing control over others. Each of you had departed in your own pods, knowing it was a much faster mode of transportation. It had been a while, and while no one outright said that they were excited, each of you silently knew just by your own actions. Everyone was ready to go and quick to head out, wasting no time in making the necessary preparations.

Having arrived on the planet first you stepped out and adjusted the guards that sat on your wrists. You had been wrapped up in keeping busy that this was just about a vacation for you. As you stood there watching over the little village at the base of the cliff you could hear the hissing before the three other pods dropped to the ground one by one.

Standing there you paid little attention to them as they one by one got out and stretched from their rides. You were watching the little aliens going about their lives below. This was a planet that was to be harvested and used for storage. So it wasn't important to kill everyone, however it always wasn't required to spare any lives, just so long as the planet was turned over for Frieza's rule.

"You're not having any second thoughts about your job, are you [y/n]?" Nappa piped up in amusement. You could feel the corner of your eye twitch up at the comment. It was bad enough they thought of you as a lesser Saiyan, and even worse that they knew that you had little to no idea about how your own race really worked.

"Probably doesn't want to make this one a mess, seeing as there were no direct orders to demolish everything." Raditz added, stepping towards you, a grin dancing along his lips. Taking a deep breath you tried your best not to respond, knowing that they just wanted to rile you up, to have you lash out at them again. You knew how much they enjoyed watching your attempts at fighting them, however when you hear that entitled chuckle fall from the Prince's lips you weren't even going to give him a chance to add his two cents.

Your hand lifted without a second thought as a hellishly bright ki blast charged from the palm of your hand before you lifted it above your head and threw it towards the village. There was silence behind you, as was the air before the sound of the blast hitting ripped through it. The cackling of flames and the desolation of the little buildings filled the air with screaming.

The silence continued as you watched the destruction build before your eyes. None of the men spoke again, probably all speechless as to what you had just done. Glancing over your shoulders you eyed each of them, relishing in their stunned expressions,

"Sorry, were you boys not ready to get started? I was pretty sure Zarbon wanted a report by o'five hundred. So we best get this over with so we can report back in time." you said, breaking them from the trances they have been placed into. Stepping forwards and off the cliff you floated on down towards the horrific scene, knowing it wouldn't take long for them to follow suit.

The first village was simple. Your attack had actually managed to kill them all, leaving no survivors. Which made it easier when you found the next village to have them surrender to live under Lord Frieza's rule. A smirk danced along your lips, revealing your canines as the village leader knelt before you, and for a moment you understood why Frieza was so obsessed with power. However you shook the thoughts from your mind, knowing how much it filled you with hate to kneel before that monster.

You were about to tear your gaze away from the man on the ground when a sudden ki blast hit you in the arm, causing you to hiss out in pain. A burning sensation rising in your arm, causing it to throb as you turned in the direction it had come from. You should have known it had been too easy so far. Here was your heroic crew coming to put a stop to your reign of tyranny. Tensing up you were ready to charge the attacker, when you had realised it was already being taken care of. It was five against three, however you already knew who was going to win this fight.

Looking back at the man with a warning glance he continued to tremble. Knowing he wasn't going to be a problem you instructed he better warn his village of their new status before turning your attention to the fight. You watched as three of them tried to team up to take down Nappa, a scoff escaping at the very idea. However what you noticed most was the way his muscles tensed and rippled as he easily deflected the attacks all with a sick laugh. But just this once, that display caused you to want to look closer, to watch him take on more.

However you hardly noticed you were starring, watching as he easily snapped the attackers in two with ease. Something you once would've felt sick over watching, something that might have even made you cry. However watching it now you couldn't help but find it, arousing?

Then you could feel yourself pale. It was like you were suddenly aware of it. How could you have been so reckless, how could you have forgotten about this!? Just as you realised what time it was, you could feel two sets of eyes on you and you visibly gulped. Lip turning up in a disgusted look you narrowed your gaze towards Raditz and Vegeta, both who stood there with their eyes on you.

"Well!" you snapped, "If Nappa is almost done, I suggest that we finish this mission. The clock is ticking." You ordered. The two glanced between one another before nodding at your order, Nappa quickly following suit. Thus you made sure all three of them were busy the entire time in order to finish the mission and head back as quickly as possible.

However it hadn't seemed to be enough. No matter how hard you tried to keep the air of professionalism with them, they all continued to jest. Leaving all of the hints that made you want to rip off their tails and mute them with it. However the longer the mission dragged on, the more you wanted to mute them with your lips against theirs. The disgusted feeling continued to pile up, leaving you silent - not trusting yourself enough to retort to their jabs. Instead you took it upon yourself to pull out your scouter and report back to Zarbon, that the mission was completed and that further details would be given in the next meeting with Lord Frieza.

Without wasting any time waiting for the three who were finishing up the last village that had tried to rebel, you climbed back into your pod and headed back to the main ship, not being able to stand it much longer. Not around them in general, and especially not during this time. The ride back seemed to be increasingly longer than you had remembered on the way there. A small groan slipped past your lips as you tried to relax until you reached your destination, relishing in the fact that you were alone for the next little while.

Arriving back on the landing docks, you didn't even stop to look at the soldiers who took the ship to inspect and store. All you knew was you needed to be alone, and you had to make it back to your room without running into any unwanted visitors. After catching yourself drooling over the others earlier, you just didn't trust yourself. You were also pretty sure that drinking would end up even worse, especially after last time.

You wasted no time in retreating straight to your room, making sure to lock the door behind you. A heavy sigh fell from your lips, a breath you hadn't known you had been holding. Shutting your eyes your jaw clenched almost painfully as your teeth ground against one another. You couldn't believe just how close of a call that had been, how easily you had let the days slip past you. Running your fingers through your [h/c] your body was lounged against the back of your door.

After a moment of collecting your thoughts it was settling in, a warmth that was starting to consume your body, a burn that you knew wouldn't go out until it was satisfied with the mark it left on your body. Peeling yourself from the door, you couldn't stop the unmistakably vulnerable look that reached your expression in the moment of solitude.

Stepping away from the door you made your way around the little room that you had, removing the gear you wore and put it away in the spot you had designated for it, leaving you in the blue spandex outfit that you were currently sporting. However the sound that filled your senses was something you had been expecting but had been so desperately hoping you wouldn't hear, a soft rapping against your door. You let out a frustrated groan and turned stalking towards the door, yanking it open with an unimpressed face that greeted the typically grumpy face of your prince.

"[Y/N], we need to talk." he started, only to let his scowl deepen when you saw the irritation flash across your features, "Don't roll your eyes at me, you know we have to go over a fair amount of things. Mostly regarding the incident." he started, his voice stern, and leaving little room to wiggle out of. Holding your ground for a moment with your eyes locked you grudgingly stepped aside and shut the door, locking it to make sure no one would come in. If you were going to talk about what happened with Frieza, you weren't about to risk anyone else knowing about the one thing that had gotten you ruffled so badly.

Vegeta wasted no time in entering the room and making himself comfortable on your couch, watching you expectantly. You glared at him, challenging, and deciding to stand against one of the walls instead of joining him on the couch. However this didn't upset him like you had wanted it to, instead he seemed as if he couldn't care less and that bothered you even more.

"Well then get to it" you snapped. That caused a flash of irritation to reach his expression, and a feeling of satisfaction to reach you in response.

"Well for starters, that attitude right there is what got you into trouble in the first place. You have no self control and that is plain to see." he started, his expression rough and disapproving. You would have laughed, it was like he was here scolding a child. He started to speak, his tone clearly unimpressed, and you were well aware that he was lecturing you, but your mind was more focused on taking in the way his shoulders were rising and falling with his breaths, the muscles that were exposed with his arms.

Your eyes trailed over his body slowly, completely off in your own mind. It was when he sighed that you snapped from it, lifting your gaze back up to his face. He looked like he was ready to burst in vain, he was clearly trying to take this seriously. However you couldn't stop the grin that was starting to spread across your face as you pushed away from the wall and moved towards him, purposefully adding a sway to your hips.

"Sorry, care to repeat that? I wasn't paying attention." you admitted, a coy smile dancing along your lips. You could see the irritated twitch in his face at your words, but he was trying to hold it together. However try as he might his eyes were drawn to your hips before they looked up at you slightly curious.

"As I was saying, [y/n], you need to be more aware of who you're talking to and when. You never know who else is around when you start talking bad about your superiors. Think it, don't say it." he repeated, more than likely summarising what he had originally said before. This time you heard him and you wanted to roll your eyes and ask if he thought you didn't already think about that; but you kept your mouth shut for now.

Closing the distance to stand in front of him, you saw the sternness starting tot turn into just sheer confusion. You were sure he picked up what time it was, however he spent your last one with you - you weren't like this at all. Without letting him speak you cradled his lap and grabbed the top of his armour and pulled him in for a heavy kiss.

And like that, the continued self control you had been carrying since you met the trio was snapped. He didn't protest, in fact you could practically feel him grinning against your own lips which caused you to dig your teeth into his bottom lip, earning a soft groan from the Sayian Prince. It was him who pulled away, his hands bracing your hips as he pulled back to look into your eyes, as if he was looking for something - as if he was looking for a sign of hesitation. Seeing this you narrowed your eyes and ground your hips against his own, causing another sound to fall from his lips.

Standing from the prince you stood slowly, removing the blue spandex tank top you had been wearing. A grin erupted over your face as you watched the Prince's expression. He looked like a starved wolf standing before a young deer; the kill was practically waiting to feed the wild animal's hunger.

"I know you enjoy the show, your highness - but don't you think you're a little overdressed?" you teased, watching as the hesitation that had been there moments before vanished. You could see it as the prince started putting it all together and he followed you up, removing his own armour. He followed you as you moved from where the couch was and led him towards your bed, making sure your hips swayed sensually in the process. However as you both approached the bed you turned to face him, glad to see the armour wasn't going to be a problem any longer. grabbing him by the suit, pulled him and tossed him towards the bed. While you had noticed that with healing your strength had increased, you still knew you were no match for Vegeta, at least not in the fighting sense.

His eyes were on your hardly clothed body as your fingers found his shoulders, pulling the blue spandex from his core and over his head, tossing it to the floor before looking at him through your lashes, the smallest hints of a smile playing on your lips. Never letting your fingers leave his skin you lowered yourself to kneel on the ground before him, your fingers working quickly to remove his bottoms and the undergarments he wore underneath.

Making quick to discard those both with the rest of his outfit, your fingers trailing along his cock easily. Slowly letting your fingers wrap around him you couldn't stop but think how funny it was how he was letting himself be bested by another. While you wanted to continue to tease the prince, to draw him out on the edge of need for as long as you could manage - you had something more important that needed to be tended to. Had it not been the very thing spurring you on in the moment, you might have gone along with your original plan; however that wasn't the case.

Letting your tongue dart out you licked it from base to tip, watching through your lashes as his head fell back and sheer please rolled from his tongue in an animalistic groan. The sound alone turned you on further and a glow growl responded before you took him in, letting your tongue tease his cock as you pulled back to the tip. You could feel his member quickly rising to the occasion as your hand worked at the base, letting your tongue engulf the rest. Bobbing along his shaft you were only spurred on as his fingers intertwined in your [h/c] hair, the action serving to boost your confidence and desire.

Pulling away from him with a slick pop your eyes were dusted with a hue of burning lust, and his eyes mirrored your own. Rising you quickly shed your clothing, unable to wait long enough to tease him or even consider putting on a show. Quickly moving to straddle his lap you ground your hips down against his own, relishing in the groan that it elicited from the prince.

Grabbing his member you knew your body was more than ready enough for him. Your eyes met for a moment as you lined yourself up with him before slowly lowering yourself down. The stretch was a lustful burn. It had been a while, but the feeling of him entering you slowly was enough to cause a needy growl from your lips. You could feel the sensation fading away already and you groaned as his fingers dug into your lips - steadying himself as well.

The whine that fell from your lips was hungry, as was the kiss that came when you pulled his face to meet yours; lips clashing in a fight for dominance. For once it was an even match as you ground your hips along him, causing the friction to build between the two of you. You could feel him winning the kiss and you chose then to start to move your hips, a quick and heavy pace threw him off long enough for you to win over the kiss. Your tail winding around his thigh as you started to pick up a pace, the heavy breaths falling from your lips were hot and thick.

You had been needing it for so long that you knew you weren't going to last long, despite how badly you might have wanted to. However as the prince started to get closer and closer himself you felt the drip on your hips tighten. That was the notice you were given before he started to meet your thrusts, his hips coming up as yours came down - hitting deeper and harder inside of you in the process. The cry that fell from your lip was nothing but pleasure as your mouths parted, your lips finding their place on his neck, lightly biting and kissing as you rode closer and closer to your high.

His moans were coming in closer and you could feel him starting to twitch and all it took was him to hit just right that you were seeing stars. A growl escaped as your teeth sank into his skin, causing him to groan as you came undone around him. The growl fading out into a euphoric whine as you felt him follow you with a low moan that filled you to the core.

There were a few moments of silence that was filled only by the sound of you both breathing. After a moment the two of you pulled away from one another with a departing groan before you fell beside the prince on your bed. It was a peaceful silence before you realised who you had slept with. A moment of dread reached you as you could only imagine what this entailed, what he thought, what the other two would think.

"Well, like I came in to say..make sure you are careful who you confront on the ship." he said, still a little breathy.

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