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vegitoswife-archive · 8 months

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A/N: I've been neglecting Gogeta so here's a lil something dedicated solely to him. I had a slightly different and lengthier version of this initially planned, but figured it'd be better to focus on something more condensed.

SUMMARY: You and Gogeta don't know each other too well, but you invite him over for dinner anyway. [ AU!Gogeta x GN!Adult!Reader ] TAGLIST: @carnal-lnstinct / @yeowangies / @enayru / @miss-taura (Like this post to be added to my tag list!)

CONTENT: Fluff, Slice of Life, "You" eating meat (just as a heads up to any vegeta/rians or veg/ans who peek at this). SFW.

(PROSHIP/COMSHIP DNI. BLANK/UNCUSTOMIZED BLOGS DNI.)

You were surprised by your own boldness. You weren’t quite sure what came over you, but when the idea to invite Gogeta over for dinner at your place sprung into your mind, nothing stopped your mouth from moving and words of said request from spilling out. You were familiar with him enough, and most importantly, comfortable enough to allow him into your living space. You remembered the surprised look that crossed his normally emotionless features, and especially the splash of red that filled his skin. He didn’t respond right away, and you started to worry that you overstepped a line, but he did eventually speak – saying yes.

Here the two of you were now, seated at your lightly decorated dinner table with the light from the setting sun illuminating the room. You had prepared a mere steak dinner, but you were far more focused on seeing how Gogeta reacted to your cooking than you were in eating it yourself at the moment.

“Do you like it?” Your voice broke the stretch of silence between you, though it wasn’t terribly awkward. Gogeta looked up from his plate, singular bang shifting across his forehead, chewing. He nodded, and the pressure weighing your chest down faded.

“Great. I’m glad.” You felt content enough to start eating yourself, but you couldn’t help but still stare somewhat at your guest. How couldn’t you? You weren’t ignorant to how handsome Gogeta was. Today, possibly because you stated this would just be a casual occasion, he was clothed in a turtleneck sweater and navy blue jeans with his black tail coiled around his waist like a makeshift belt. His pair of sneakers, though simple, complemented the entire outfit well. It wasn’t anything to gape at on paper, but on him? He looked dashing, especially with his muscles filling out his sweater so well.

This wasn’t the first time he did. Maybe he always looked good no matter what he was wearing.

“Is there a reason why you arranged this?”

His voice, low and smooth, cut through your train of thought. Dark eyes met your own, and your heart unexplainably quickened. You could sense that he wasn’t being accusatory, only genuinely curious. But how could you put this into words…

“Well…I know we first met not too long ago and aren’t very close, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to spend more time together like this to change that. Break the rest of the ice I guess.” Warmth flooded your face, but you continued to look into his eyes. His brow quirked.

“Are you keen on getting to know me better, then?”

“Yes.” You nodded your head, smiling softly. “Is that ok?”

Gogeta appeared to mull over what to say next, placing his fork and knife down. The way he was gazing at you wasn’t something you could fully put into words, but there was something awfully cute about it. Has anyone ever shown interest in him like this? Most likely not. You frankly struggled to believe otherwise.

“Yes. I don’t mind.” To your delight, a little smile appeared on his face. It further made him endearing, but you could pinpoint something…hesitant? About it. You completely expected him to be honest with you, so you doubted he was lying for your sake, but something told you to question it anyway.

“Are you sure? I get it, if I’m coming off as weird…”

“No, you aren’t. I’m not used to this is all. Someone wanting to…know me.”

So your suspicions were correct. But did his words there carry hidden meaning? You didn’t know for sure. Regardless, now you believed Gogeta just didn’t have much of anyone to talk to like this. A shame. Your interest in his life was growing more and more, but you weren’t at the stage yet where you could try and pry into it. You didn’t want to scare him off. He was so fascinating.

“That’s changed now. But don’t worry, only share what you’re comfortable with me knowing. And I’d be happy to share more about myself too. So don’t be shy.”

You winked at him. He started blushing again, just what you wanted to see. This time, he regained his composure quickly and shot you a little smirk that had you grip your fork tightly. He resumed eating, and you followed suit. He finished his plate in the next minute.

“Oh, did you want seconds?”

“Sure, if you didn’t want any.”

Gogeta ended up eating everything else you prepared for the evening, and still mentioned to you later that he wasn’t full. You certainly learned then that his stomach was apparently bottomless.

(PROSHIP/COMSHIP DNI. BLANK/UNCUSTOMIZED BLOGS DNI.)

#x reader #x reader fanfiction #gogeta x reader #dragon ball x reader #my writing

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carnal-lnstinct · 2 years

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I see that your requests are open

I’ve been crushing on TFS’ DBZA Bardock and I was wondering if I could please request Bardock x Female Saiyan reader with the prompt of “who did this to you” for hurt/comfort?

He could eat me and the entire human race and I'd thank him for the violent savior that he is.

The way I kept changing this one from one plot to another! I was so picky about the person asking 'who did this' it took me a bit, but I finally settled on something I was satisfied with. ♥

☆☆ Pairing: Bardock x Female Saiyan Reader ( Requested By @miss-taura ) ☆☆ Rating: T ☆☆ Contents: ( pre-destruction of planet vegeta, character pining, hurt/comfort, wounded reader, bardock's tough love is the best love uwu ♥, even if he takes it too far ) ☆☆ Warning: ( canon-typical violence, blood, referenced character deaths, referenced alcohol drinking ) ☆☆ Prompt: "who did this to you"

Word travels fast from the pod stations. A bloodied pod coming in always got the others talking for better or worse. Tora painted a grim picture explaining to the team what happened to the last pod that return from an assignment order, how it all ended up going bad. Once your name came up, Bardock didn't really sit around to hear the rest of the news or learn who it was in the pod that returned from your team. He set his sights on the infirmary as the most likely place to find his target, but stumbling upon a fresh trail of blood on the way quickly caught his attention. Wherever it was going, it didn't lead up to the healing tanks.

Bardock was led towards the mess hall where it appeared to end, finding the food quarters in its usual rambunctious fashion of saiyan gathering. In losing one trail, he found another. Taking notice of lighter droplets of blood leading to another chase through the halls. Following it was starting to alarm him, presented as an annoyed expression while he ran. He needed to hear the story from the source of the pod rider and see the outcome of that assignment for himself. If it wasn't you that came back, he wanted to know why. He wanted coordinates, names, and none of his time wasted in getting the information.

A loud bang alerts him to something just ahead of his path, Bardock led to a broken bottle and a door. He pushed through the door and immediately scans the outside area, sights falling on yet another broken bottle and then a familiar armored figure just beyond it. The sigh from his chest fell quietly, filled with relief to find you sitting and drinking from a bottle. There wasn't too much to be happy about this, however. He could smell the fresh blood on you and can see the broken parts in your battle armor even from where he stood. His eyes narrowed into a glare.

With your tail laying flat on the ground behind you, you sat with your legs dangling off the edge of a short cliff just above the pod station, hunching over with a gasp from chugging another bottle dry. Your chest burned from the heavy alcohol, but it was mild discomfort to the drumming throb of your wounds. It was surely making them easier to manage by the third bottle. The empty one is then tossed over your shoulder. When you don't hear it shatter, you pick up on footsteps approaching closer behind you and the sound of the bottle clinking softly as it was placed on the ground. Lazily lifting your head and taking a weary look over your shoulder, you frown. Then smile. Swiping some blood from your forehead, your stained hand picks up another bottle from beside you.

"So you heard." You acknowledged Bardock as you fumbled the cork from your drink. While you didn't expect him personally to show up, you're not surprised by his presence. In fact, you were happy it was him to find you. Your camaraderie as low-class warriors had a depth to it and you could use that right about now. "Got a bottle with your name on it." You gestured to the last bottle at your side.

Bardock sneers, feeling his nails dig in his palm in an internal struggle to remain calm. Your pod being the only one from your squad to return is a heavy feeling saiyans sometimes have to deal with. But it was different when it was those he considered to be on friendly terms with him. And when it came to you? It made his seething all the more profound. Worrying about you is so rare if he can ever recall a time he's ever done it before, but as he does now it just kicks up his instincts to go knock a few heads loose. Try as he may to be reasonable, arguing with himself against understanding your reckless display only made him angrier. A closer inspection of you and how you were choosing to ignore your wounds to soothe your feelings just ticked him off.

"Who did this to you?" Bardock found himself asking when his temper slipped, then turned away to reel himself back. He opts for the immediate issue. "...Why aren't you in a healing tank?"

You promptly answered with a few gulps from the bottle and a hard gasp against the burn of the drink, Bardock's brow noticeably twitching. "...Fresh wou-...Flersh- Fl-Flesh wounds." You slurred over your words. "A nap's all I need."

Bardock growls to himself at your obvious lie, your trivial tough front altogether growing annoying. Resisting the urge to send you off the cliff's edge he instead kicks the bottle you offered him over. Watching it fall over and shatter on its landing, you scoff and shake your head. Loosening your grip and letting your half-emptied bottle share the same fate, you look over your shoulder again finding that glare of his on you. You brace a hand on the ground to steady yourself as you pulled your legs off the edge and move to stand up, your breath hitching as a sharp pain races up your side and vision starting to spin before you. Random aches hit you all at once and you feel the warmth of blood run down your eye.

Disgruntled, Bardock's fist tightened and jaw clenched as his temper slipped again, "Don't be an ass. Your squad-" He pauses, huffing. "Your squad... It's only natural for you to be upset."

"-I ain't upset." You sharply answered, a pained groan following as you managed to get up on your feet. Breathless with a spin in your focus, you close your eyes and brace your stance to center your gravity. "No reason to be. We did our job. They died... doin' what they loved. It's the only thing that matters."

It's the only fact you could stomach about the whole experience, every other detail was too visceral to bear and made you feel sick. The outcome of it still doesn't make sense and you felt like you were cheated out of it. When the tides of the battle suddenly changed and the excitement turned to cold anxiousness, you just found yourself running on instinct until it was over. Left alone, barely holding the strength to keep you both sound and conscious with questions that couldn't be answered. Maybe for a moment, you did die there too. But something pulled you back that took full control of you. You felt like... you were fleeing, watching your own body stumble its way from the ground to your space pod. When you awoke again inside and felt your senses return to your control, corpses of both friend and enemy crossed your mind. And you just left it all there. It was like your body betrayed you out of fear of dying there alone, dragging you to your only means of escaping that end.

Everything died on that excursion. Were you not supposed to, as well?

"Enough already! You're going to the medics now!" Bardock snaps, sounding like a distant sound in your flooded ears, but when he grabbed your arm you flexed again his grip and snatched away from him.

"Leave me alone!" You growled back, swaying on your feet and grasping a hand at the pained side of your torso. "Don't treat me like I'm pathetic! I ain't... a coward, ya hear?! I'd 'ave rather died there with them than come back alone from that!" You were panting as Bardock stared at you with surprised eyes. A heavy, anxious feeling returned in your chest for only a moment and then you felt it lift completely on a breath. Disillusioned by your own drunken words, despair took hold and your eyes filled with tears on your next breath. You can't hold it back anymore. "...Damn it...Damn it!" You wheezed lowering your head into a hand. Your thoughts filled with your comrades and you broke into a sob. There should be a reason why it had to be this way, for your survival when they should have come back too. Or none of you at all, but you were sitting here in your special drinking place alone where they should be with you.

It's not fair. It's not fair. It's not fair!

A large hand captures the back of your head and your forehead is pressed against a solid surface. Wearily raising your watery eyes, Bardock's chestpate armor pressed against your face and you see him quietly turn his head away in response. His glare is softer, more a reflection of his rarely displayed sympathy. Feeling your stare and choosing not to meet your eyes, he simply presses your head back down into his chest with a bit more force. His own way of encouraging those tears of yours where no one had to see, not even himself if it suited you. He can't help but feel just a little awkward by how natural it felt to embrace you for the first time and so suddenly. To console you in your pain.

"I get it." Bardock breathed to calm his racing heartbeat. "But... don't soil their sacrifice with nonsense like that. I might not know what exactly happened, but even I can figure you all fought to ensure victory. Even if just one of you could carry that back home." He spoke so calmly, the octave of his words gave your heart a jump and brought heavy tears to fall once again. You leaned into him further. His prior annoyance simmered down and passed on for the moment, tail falling loose from his waist to relax behind him.

"They were great warriors, it's always a waste to lose guys like them doing Frieza's dirty work. Their strength lives on through you now. Remember that."

Such a sentiment was unexpected of him, neither could you imagine how perceptive Bardock was in a matter like this. You never shared more than some laughs and some drinks on occasion before to earn this kind act from him. You do both lead similar lives, however, as many saiyan wariors do. Perhaps more than you noticed before with the depth of loyalty to those you enter into battle with.

You never knew he cared so much.

"I... I need to go back, Bardock." You raise your head against his hand to look up at him once more. This time he does turn to you, surprised by the misunderstood implication. "I...can't leave 'em there like that." You clarified as you used your wrists to wipe clean the tears and some smeared blood from your cheeks.

It would only be a matter of time before Frieza's men were dispatched to complete the process of gutting out the planet for whatever usefulness it would hold for the Frieza Force. All the corpses found on the surface would be incinerated like common garbage. Your team deserved better than that. But in your condition, drunk and wounded and reeling from despair, you were in no state to travel alone.

"Go with me." You pleaded to him.

Bardock stares at you silently and you can see his brows narrow down upon his glare again. He lowers his hand to your shoulder to help you steady yourself as he took a step back.

"You idiot." Bardock sighed, irritated. With your eyes focused on his face, you didn't notice his other hand until it was too late. A sharp punch in your gut knocked the breath from your body and your vision blackened until your consciousness fell away. He carefully catches you before you could fall to the ground and hoists your limp body over his shoulder. "So stubborn. You're not traveling bleedin' all over the place like this."

As he adjusts you, he hears a clatter at his feet and looks to find your scouter with a crack in the screen. He gathers it up and makes his way back towards the gathering halls for the infirmary, fixing your scouter to his ear and looking into the information it stored from your assignment. He made note of recorded power levels it captured through the damaged glass, and repeated out loud to himself the name of the planet where it all happened. Bardock decided his next move once he was sure to get you to a healing tank for recovery. He will bring them back to you.

#♚ ;; [ requests ]#bardock x reader #bardock imagine #bardock #dbz fics #dbz imagine #dbz #My writing #♚ ;; [ asks ]

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melancholypirates · 4 months

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@miss-taura being the bestest friend in the world, part 5,678

Thanks for wrapping this and my future trunks Keychain like a death trap/jk😂😂😂😂

(Manifesting they make a Drakkon one soon🤭)

#melancholy rambles #wasnt expecting the protective casing around it #power rangers #boom! comics power rangers #ranger slayer

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yumchxa · 1 year

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I just want to say that your art is so good!! Like...wowza

I found you through my best friend who has commissioned you a few times ( @miss-taura is absolute ray of sunshine)

I'm very awkward when giving compliments but you are very talented! Have a good day/night<3

AWE thank you!! I needed that this week and it really means so much to me <3333

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doctorgerth · 1 year

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Characters I’d like to see included if you are to do the Valentine’s Event: Smoker, Zoro, Law, Doffy, Katakuri, and Luffy

All such great men, I’ll gladly add them to the list! 😋 Thanks so much for the suggestions!

#check up #miss-taura

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thesweetestspot · 11 months

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omg did you see that photo of taura???

no... what photo ??

WHAT PHOTO ??

if it's not on my feed, i obviously haven't seen it you imbecile. you think i'll pass up on any opportunity to talk about taura ?? to expose her ?? if it was something taura posted and she tried to take it down thinking i wouldn't see it... i promise you, miss thang... i'll find it.

@missbatterbutter

#& taura #& q

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yeowangies · 1 year

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What is Crash Landing about?

It's a Goku x reader, but it's not Goku, it's Kakarot lmao, he crash lands on Earth after Planet Vegeta is destroyed (tho I haven't fully figured out this part of the plot yet) and the reader finds him, bleeding and injured.

I started writing this fic last year and I work on it whenever I feel inspired, so I can't say it's close to being done. I don't know when I'll post it, but it's almost 3k words rn.

#miss-taura #replies

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dreadsuitsamus · 7 months

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Will | Vegeta x Reader |

author's note: this is for the always lovely @miss-taura! i hope you're starting to feel better, or that you start getting better quickly!! rest and hydrate 🩷

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: saiyan!reader, illness, mentions of death, mentions of frieza doing frieza things

Anxiety clings to Vegeta's stomach as he marches to your room on the Frieza station— you weren't at dinner tonight. It's unlike you, unlike any Saiyan warrior, and worry nags the Prince to his bones.

Of the Saiyans left, you're certainly his favorite. The bar is low, with your competition being Nappa and the Radish-boy, but you're still quite the cut above them. And your lack of presence is irritating, rude, and above all worth a princely tantrum.

Pounding on your door, his patience is too worn thin to properly wait for an answer. You haven't responded with the half second between his harsh knocks, so obviously he's got every single right to invite himself in. It's dark but his scouter clearly marks your exact position in your bed, and he hears your soft groan as the light from the hall floods in.

"What the hell, 'Geets?" Congestion plagues your sinuses, and a fever leaves you with harsh shivers as you glare at Vegeta with blurry eyes.

Vegeta scoffs and narrows his eyes as he steps further in, kicking the door shut behind him. "More like what the hell is up with you. You skipped dinner."

You cough into your shirt, flopping down pathetically onto your pillow. "I'm not hungry."

"A Saiyan is always hungry." Vegeta's arms cross over his broad chest as he tilts his head— he's not sure if he's ever seen you sick, or anybody else on this ship, for that matter.

A cold trickle of fear suddenly drips down his spine; Frieza certainly would find no use in nursing any of his army back to health, and absolutely wouldn't tolerate a particular bug spreading amongst the force.

He can't lose you like this.

Too tired to argue with him, you wave a hand in Vegeta's general direction. "Leave me be, 'Geets."

Vegeta nearly growls— you're far too uncaring. Do you have a death wish? He storms out of the room and you're far too ill to wonder what's gotten into him before another terrible coughing fit assaults you again.

Your consciousness fades in and out, though the next time you come to for longer than mere seconds, it's at Vegeta's shaking of your shoulder. His touch isn't particularly gentle, the rare occurrence never really is, but you can feel his effort of holding back. "Mmm…?"

"Sit up and eat, and take this too." A platter from the dining hall sits on the nightstand beside your bed, and a small caplet is flicked your way.

"Where did you find medicine?" Throat scratchy and burning at even breathing, a soft cough follows your question.

"It matters not. Just use it."

So he broke an international law somewhere, got it.

Your legs rub together unconsciously, begging the resulting friction for warmth. A Saiyan rarely feels so chilled, but it's as if you're iced to your very bones. Vegeta's jaw ticks and he doesn't put much thought into the why before he's stripped off a glove and pressed the back of his rarely-revealed hand against your forehead. His memories of his mother are frighteningly fading, but that is one of the few that holds strong and he can clearly remember of his late mother. He was young and felt awful for perhaps the first time in his life, and her gentle hand measuring his fever did wonders as a cure compared to all the bedrest and tonics.

Your watery eyes meet with Vegeta's as he moves to touch each cheek, his knuckles dragging along your skin and bumping over your nose. Eyes guarded, he turns his head and pulls back his palm. "You're running a fever. Eat now, and take the medicine. You're to be cured by tomorrow, understand?"

This motherfucker is giving my illness orders!

Opting for a dumb nod, your attention focuses on what he's brought you. Nothing too capable of potentially upsetting your stomach, it's easy to devour even with your fatigue crawling back by the second and the shivering from your fever slowly icing you more and more. You can hardly even notice Vegeta's too-quiet demeanor as he stares a hole into the carpeted floor, though to not see such a stoic side of the rather bratty, barbarous man that typically wears a smile of evil would be impossible.

"Done." Voice hardly capable of more than a whisper now, you set the plate aside and, large pill laid out on your tongue, finish off the first of the gallons of water he's thoughtfully provided you.

"Rest." His order is swift and gruff as he turns to leave, but your voice, quiet and unsure, calls for him to linger just a bit longer.

"T-Thank you, V-Vegeta." The tremors of your body are harsh enough to make your teeth audibly clash together, and the thin blanket wrapped around you couldn't possibly be enough to dispel this fever.

Breaking the fever will allow the medicine to work, and a little sigh pulls from his lips. You certainly always manage to break down a barrier he places, and usually it's fully unintentional and unknowing. But he cannot lose the last woman in his life, the last of the Saiyan race, and that's what has him stripping to his underwear and climbing into bed with you.

"'Geets…"

"Speak not a word further. Rest." He grumbles and unravels your wrapped form, inserting himself under the blanket with you. The heat radiating from him nearly makes your head spin as you grab the Prince's body despite how unbecoming this all is. The touch of his body isn't exactly foreign, though it certainly is in the manner of comfort rather than the training you've always known.

Vegeta's hold is tight. It's his duty as your Prince to keep you alive, though the warming of his cheeks when he gets a glimpse of your sleeping face suggests to himself it may not be as noble as he wishes.

#vegeta x reader #vegeta x you #reader insert #x reader #dragon ball x reader #dragon ball imagine #dbz imagine #dbz x reader #fic

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