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Father and Son.
#Vegeta Sr.#Vegeta Jr.#Dragonball series#King of the saiyans#Primce of the Saiyans#Warrior race#Saiyans#Gifs#Ryo Horikawa#Chris Sabat
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Saiyans aren’t going to be all the same, just like how humans aren’t all the same, or Namekians. We also see a more gentle Saiyan in Tarble as well.
well yeah but it irks me that they made goku's parents Better Than The Rest specifically bc that's never been relevant to who he is bc his family is on earth and the reason he's kind and good is the people who raised him, not how his biological parents were, when he says "i am a saiyan raised on earth" it sums up how different he's supposed to be from the rest of his race. he's never cared about his saiyan family in z because he's from earth and i like it that way. also hate how they changed "goku gets sent to a low level planet bc he's weak and it ends up saving his life and then later saving the universe countless times because of who he grows up to be because of living on earth" to .. superman's backstory
#asks for sami#dbz#also like ppl said-- we don't really see any other examples of saiyan relationships/families in the broly movie other than goku's#which is supposed to a rare case but then show the norm to contrast#or show why theyre like that#or show them being looked down upon for being different#also gine being the way she is is obviously a case of sexism cmon why is she Sweet and Weak and Sensitive in a race of genociding warriors#bardocks personality was p much unchanged from his previous iterations besides the superman bullshit
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"You presume to make me, the prince of the warrior Saiyan race, wear something like this?!"
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Fun Dragon Ball headcanons
Goku and Vegeta are experienced with video games because of their sons. They even sometimes play them together. Goku's favorite is Sonic the Hedgehog and Vegeta's Mortal Kombat. Vegeta is usually the victor in their matches.
Bulma makes up to Vegeta by letting him give Bulla a middle name. He picks Eschalot of course. He chooses this name after a famous Saiyan princess. Princess Eschalot was known as the ideal Saiyan princess: strong, intelligent, brave, beautiful, and a fierce warrior. She refused to marry and decreed that she only would if the suitor beat her in combat. Not only did she defeat each and every one, she even killed them.
The gang sometimes go to Yamcha's baseball games. The kids even have his baseball cards.
Piccolo's favorite water is from watermelons. Dende's is coconut.
Trunks and Bulla are grossed out when they learn their mother and Uncle Yamcha used to date.
Goku sometimes stops by Tien's school to observe or participate in lessons.
Goku and Chichi planted their own apple tree in their backyard shortly after they married. It's still there all these years later.
Vegeta is very approving towards Mai as a match for Trunks, especially since finding out she was an assassin.
Goku likes to bring Chichi souvenirs from his adventures. They could be a stone from a foreign planet, a seashell from the ocean, or a flower from the mountains.
Vegeta is a secret Taylor Swift fan. He listens to her music when he's training or thinking by himself.
The children like Broly and love to play with him.
Goku can be a jealous husband in a subtle way. If he notices a man checking Chichi out or trying to flirt with her, he will hold her hand and refer to her as his wife or use endearing names towards her.
As far as the public is concerned, Vegeta's a cryptid. Everyone knows his name and recognize him as Bulma Briefs' husband, but that's about it. Nobody knows who exactly he is, where he came from, or how he and Bulma met and got together. It's even more difficult since journalists are too scared of him to approach him for an interview.
Since he can remember, Goku has had dreams where he is floating in a yellow void, surrounded by large shadows of people and muffled voices. Most of the time, he sees and hears a small and friendly woman, a large man with a deep voice, or a short child who likes to knock on glass. Goku doesn't realize until many years later that these are memories of his time in his incubator and the people he was seeing/hearing were his parents and young Raditz.
"Hungry like a Saiyan" or "eat like a Saiyan" are common metaphors among certain alien races.
Krillin stays in touch with his Buddhist roots. He visits temples, even his old temple where he was raised. He sometimes brings 18 and Marron with him.
While it's not shown, Launch does stay in touch with everyone.
Chichi speaks fluent Cantonese and Mandarin. She personally teaches Gohan and Goten from a young age. Goku has even picked up some terms here and there. When she’s angry enough, Chichi will curse in either language.
#dragon ball#dragon ball z#dragon ball super#dbs#dbz#headcanons#hc#headcanon#gochi#vegebul#k18#piccolo#piccolo jr#dende#krillin#18#bardock#gine#raditz#son goku#goku#vegeta#bulma briefs#bulma#trumai#trunks briefs#mai#bulla briefs#bulla#marron
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If there's one part about Vegeta's arc that I absolutely love, it would be this:
His regression in season 8 was very well done. It wasn't shoehorned in and it made sense. I remember seeing on Reddit years ago people complaining about this specific part of his arc, saying that it made no sense for him to regress the way he did when he was redeemed at this point. But consider this. It makes perfect sense when you factor in one thing: he wasn't redeemed yet. He was still going through his redemption arc by this point.
Vegeta wasn't raised to be a family man. He was raised to be a killing machine. He was raised with the idea in mind that he would one day be the king of the Saiyan race. All of that got taken away from him. His belief that he was the strongest Saiyan alive was taken when Goku became a Super Saiyan and defeated Frieza, and again when Gohan became a Super Saiyan 2 and killed Perfect Cell. And then Goku makes the choice to stay dead instead of coming back to life via the dragon balls. So now, Vegeta's one rival, the person who he swore he would one day surpass and defeat is gone for good. So all Vegeta has left at this point is the family he created with Bulma. Something that he most likely never envisioned for himself. So he decides to live a life on earth with her and their son.
Everything seems to be going fine for Vegeta....until the World Martial Arts Tournament happens. And Goku decides to return on this one day so that he can participate. Suddenly, all of the feelings that Vegeta bottled up over the last 7 years since Goku's death comes rushing to the surface. Finally, after all this time, Vegeta could finally prove that he's better than Goku. They even get matched up to fight each other in the tournament! How lucky is that, right? And then this guy happens:
And just like that, Vegeta's chance to fight Goku is now shattered thanks to this new threat to Earth. Instead of his attention being on him, Goku has his sights set on defeating Buu before he can be revived. For the entire time Vegeta, Goku, Gohan, and the Supreme Kai are in Babidi's lair, Vegeta is angry. He's waited 7 years for the chance to fight Goku again, and now that he finally gets the chance to do so, this happens. We see Vegeta's mood get worse and worse throughout the time they fight Babidi's minions, and it's gets so bad to the point where Babidi is able to get Vegeta under his control. Now, as Vegeta pointed out later on, he actually could of fought off Babidi's mind control. But he chose not to. Why? Because he saw how powerful Babidi's minions were while they were under his control. So Vegeta figured he could use some of that power to do this:
Fight Goku without any interruptions. Which is what he wanted from the start. Even though he knew that fighting would give more energy to Buu and thus revive him, Vegeta didn't care. So long as he got to fight Goku. Keep in mind that this is the same guy who let Semi-Perfect Cell absorb Android 18, despite the fact that he knew it could end up being a bad decision. But Vegeta didn't care because he wanted a good fight.
Now there's one line that Vegeta said to Goku during this fight that always stuck with me from the moment I heard it back when I was a kid. When Goku asks him why did he do all of this, Vegeta responds with "Because I wanted him to reawaken the evil within my heart. I wanted him to return me to the way I was...BEFORE!!! I WAS THE PERFECT WARRIOR! COLD AND RUTHLESS! I LIVED BY MY STRENGTH ALONE! UNINHIBITED BY FOOLISH EMOTION!!! But slowly...over the years... I became one of you. My quest for greatness gradually giving way to this life of mediocrity. I awoke one day to find that I had settled down and formed a family. I had even grown quite fond of them. Would you believe, I almost started thinking that the Earth was a nice place to live. Do you understand now, Kakarrot? That's why I needed Babidi! To set me free! By releasing the evil within my heart! He has freed me of these petty attachments. And I have to say it feels pretty good."
That entire speech he gave to Goku summarized PERFECTLY the internal conflict that Vegeta had going on within him. On the one hand, he wants this. He wants to feel strong again. He wants to defeat Goku and prove that he's better than him once and for all. He wants the life of a warrior back, because for so long that's all he knew. But on the other hand, he knows that the way he's going about it is wrong. Like he just admitted to Goku, there's a small part of him that loves the life he made for himself, and that he loves his family, too. Which is why Goku then says to him "Do you really believe what you're saying?". Now, Vegeta doesn't respond to this, but he doesn't have to. His silence is his answer. After that, the long awaited fight between these two begins. And after a while, Vegeta does come to the realization that he fucked up big time, and that he needs to do something to make up for it. Which is why he does this:
He knocks Goku out while his back is turned. Why? Because he wants to fight Majin Buu alone. Because if it hadn't been for Vegeta's desire to fight Goku, Majin Buu probably wouldn't have gotten the energy he needed to be revived. So Vegeta decides to take full responsibility for everything and take on Buu himself. To me, this is when his redemption arc comes full circle, because of his sacrifice. He knows that he can't beat Majin Buu through normal means, so what does he do? Blow himself up in an explosion that he's certain will destroy Buu along with him.
Vegeta even says in his mind that he's doing this for Bulma, Trunks, and even Goku. Something that I'm pretty sure a lot of us never thought we would ever hear him say. That he's doing something for other people. That he's not doing this for himself. I'm pretty sure that he saw this as his way to atone (hence why this move is called "final atonement" in the video games) but the fact remains that he did it anyway. Sure, we see Vegeta get angry when Perfect Cell killed Future Trunks, but still. That moment can't compare to this one. All in all, Majin Vegeta is the best part of Vegeta's redemption arc and the way how it's written really did an excellent job in wrapping it up.
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please my prince (vegeta x reader)
tags: vegeta x time patroller! reader, vegeta x saiyan! reader, mentor-mentee dynamic, afab reader
warnings: explicit content, MDNI; he’s kinda mean but not too bad, good girl, princess, bitch... but no spoilers for the fun stuff
Vegeta had loved the female Saiyan battle suits since the day he hit puberty. The briefs left little to the imagination, showing off many warriors’ favorite assets. Though the story was that they allowed the most freedom of movement, attracting the eye of a potential mate was never too far from a Saiyan’s mind. As you stood in front of Vegeta stretching during a lull in your training session together, he admired your cheeky attire. You had the firm glutes and quads of a powerful warrior, after all. Your efforts shouldn’t go unappreciated. And they certainly didn’t.
Though your training sessions were productive, they were always plagued with an air of tension. As noble a warrior as he was, Vegeta was not immune to the wiles of a female, especially one of his own Saiyan heritage. Something inside him stirred at the sight of your tail swishing, hypnotizing him and making him wish he still had a tail of his own to flirt back at you with. His mind-numbing attraction to you made training sessions an exercise in self-control. When was the last time he had even seen a female Saiyan, let alone one of your impressive power? What would happen if he overstepped the line and made a move on you?
Little did he know, you also struggled to maintain your composure around him. With his widow’s peak and chiseled body, he was a living picture of Saiyan perfection. His narrow waist and hips were well balanced by wide shoulders and a tower of wild hair. His silhouette made you claw half-moons into your palms at the sight. How could any man be so fucking hot?
It was quite the privilege to train with him, too. Only a handful of Time Patrollers had adequate power levels to satisfy the prince. You had the honor of becoming his first Saiyan trainee, garnering special treatment, but not with extra leeway or praise. Vegeta’s regimen bordered on cruel, only because he knew you could handle it. He saw the fire, the passion for battle that blazed in your rich black eyes. He felt the immense power behind your blows. He heard the rage of the oozaru in your battle cry.
“Saiyan men crave strong women,” he recalled telling Kakarot once, and there was no denying it. You were strong. And he craved you.
Many shameful nights, he had gone to the locker room showers at the Patroller Academy with a raging erection thanks to you. Too proud to relent, however, he opted for a cold shower rather than gratify himself. Tonight was shaping up to have the same outcome. The sun had set and the gymnasium at the academy had long since cleared out, leaving only you and your mentor to train on the wrestling mats. The air conditioner had kicked off after dark, leaving you to pine over a shirtless Vegeta with drops of sweat racing down his pecs. You breathed deeply into your stretch, closing your eyes and folding forward to touch your toes. Vegeta closed his eyes too, if only to keep them off your ass. He still had plenty of combinations left to drill into you, he couldn’t deal with a hard-on now. There would be no hiding it in his compression shorts.
“Come on, you’ve slacked off long enough,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m sick of you wasting my damn time. Run the last combo again.”
You continued to stretch, unperturbed. “I’m feeling tight and trying to avoid pulling a muscle,” you snarled. “Plus, I know you’re enjoying the view.”
Vegeta’s face caught on fire, making him turn his back to you. “Shut the hell up, woman! The only thing I’m enjoying is knocking some sense into that smart mouth of yours.”
The tip of your tail twitched and your heart began to race. If there was one thing a Saiyan loved as much as a physical fight, it was a good verbal spar.
“Yeah yeah, I might take you more seriously if you had landed a solid blow on me today. Pretty sure I’ve blocked just about everything you’ve thrown at me,” you said.
Vegeta scoffed and turned back to you. Annoyed, he kneed you in the butt, knocking you off balance. You squealed and rolled forward into a somersault.
“The fuck was that for?” you asked, peering up from the ground at a smug mentor.
“Didn’t block that one, did you?” Vegeta said, raising an eyebrow.
You rolled your eyes. “I could have swept you if I wanted. But I don’t want to continue to show up my own teacher. He’s got an ego the size of this planet, don’t want to bruise it.”
“Just get off your lazy ass and run the combo!” he roared as he stood over you. “Why the hell I tolerate you, I don’t even know.”
You smirked and got to your feet, wrapping your tail around your waist. “Like I said, you enjoy the view, Prince.”
Unamused, he came at you with a flurry of powerful blows before you were ready. You managed to dodge and block them, then came in with the combination you had been practicing. He blocked then countered with a swift palm strike, sending you flying. You landed on your feet, then launched back at your mentor, throwing in a wicked elbow straight for his head. With almost no effort, Vegeta slipped past you and kicked with a grunt. You barely leaned back in time, watching his muscled calf fly straight past your nose. Before you could recover, he grabbed a fistful of your black hair and smashed your face into the mat, knee on your spine for good measure. You groaned and tried to get up to no avail.
“Pathetic,” Vegeta growled. “Bragging about your blocking ability but you didn’t see that coming.”
“Because that was a dirty move, Jeet.”
He scoffed and pressed his knee harder into your back. “Do you think Frieza fights clean? Or how about Janemba? Or maybe you think Broly will fight honorably?”
You continued to struggle between his weight and the floor but he kept you pinned. You looked up at him over your shoulder as he leaned down to your ear.
“You’re weak. Just admit you can’t handle my training and give up.”
“Fuck you,” you grumbled.
“Huh? Couldn’t quite hear that, sweetheart. You want me to go easy on you because you’re no stronger than an infant earthling?”
Your nostrils flared and you clawed into the mat. Rage bloomed from deep within you and your hair began to glow blonde.
“I said fuck you Vegeta!” you roared as you threw him off and across the mat. A glint of pride flickered across Vegeta’s face as he stood and barreled towards you with another attack.
You traded blow after blow, matching his power and speed. You gritted your teeth as you sparred and he continued to block your every move.
“That’s it! Push it harder! This is your life you’re fighting for! I’ll send you through the roof if you hold back on me!” Vegeta yelled in your face. He watched as your eyes glowed with intensity in Super Saiyan form, hitting your stride as you fought.
You grunted with each strike, crying out in annoyance as he easily deflected you, then gave you a shove just to show how much of a gap there still was between your power levels. Teeming with frustration, you balled your fists and breathed deep, building your energy.
“I’m not holding back!” you barked with a fully charged punch. You caught your mentor on the cheek, but just barely, causing him to stumble for a moment. You lunged in with a swift knee to his solar plexus, driving him straight back and onto the ground. One knee on his chest and the other by his hip, you pinned him to the mat, crossing a forearm over his neck and holding one of his thick biceps down. His eyes narrowed as you panted over him like a raging bull, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.
“That punch was not part of the combo,” he snarled.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Princess. Did you think I was gonna fight clean?”
“Tch, you damn brat!”
Vegeta’s eyes flashed blue, his hair flaring to a brilliant gold as he quickly reversed your positions, rolling you onto your back. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them next to your head while he straddled one of your legs. His face was dangerously close to yours before you knew what happened.
Your breaths mingled in the thin air between you. Hearts beating wildly, you watched the inky black return to his irises as yours did the same. You unwrapped your tail from your waist and allowed it to brush against Vegeta’s leg. The golden glow faded from you both and you realized just what you were feeling against your thigh.
“V… Vegeta, are you…” you panted.
The look in his eye grew dark as his gaze darted to your lips. Bristling with a different energy, you extended your neck to meet him with a searing hot kiss.
His grip on your wrists grew tight as he mashed his lips back against yours. He allowed his weight to press into you as you kissed, his tongue beginning to explore.
“The hell was that for?” he breathed against your mouth. Your tongue met his and teased him, drawing him into you.
“You were practically begging for it.” He let go of your wrists to tangle one hand in your hair, giving him leverage to attack your mouth just how he wanted. His tongue was hot yet soft, enticing you to chase and play along. Your hands couldn’t stay off his body. You traced down his sides, feeling the dips between his sculpted muscles. You made your way to his hips, then his taut buttocks, gripping and urging him to drag his hardened cock against your leg. Vegeta chuckled.
“A prince begs for nothing, you damn minx,” he growled.
You moaned as his tongue swirled against yours. “Tell me you’ll fuck me, Vegeta.”
He kissed his way to your neck, sucking and nibbling your tender flesh. “Hmph, now who’s begging?”
You whined as his free hand started to explore over your breastplate. “I… I’m not begging.”
“Really?” He chuckled darkly. “Then what do you call those noises, hm?”
You started to move your hips, searching for friction against your throbbing clit. “I’m not some submissive little girl,” you said.
Vegeta stilled your hip and sucked a mark onto your collar bone. “No, you’re just a Saiyan bitch in heat who wants the prince to satisfy her.”
You roughly grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked him back to your mouth. “I’m not that desperate, especially not for you.”
He denied your kiss and held your gaze. “Your actions speak louder than your words, woman,” he said, ghosting a finger over your slit. Your throat tightened as he pressed against your throbbing clit, trying not to let him know just how needy you really were. But as he locked his eyes with yours, you couldn’t ignore the intense, pulsing desire you felt for him, allowing a moan to fall from your lips.
“Fuck, so what if I am?” you whined. “What if I do want you that bad?”
He smirked. “You gave in to me so easily. Why the hell should I reward you?”
“Because you want me, too.”
He snickered and graced you with a rough kiss.
“You think you’re that special, huh?” he said.
You gave his lower lip a gentle bite, eliciting a low groan and hard drag of his cock against your leg.
“Not really. But I think I know a horny man when I see one.”
Vegeta smirked and repositioned himself between your legs, humping against your clothed core agonizingly slowly. A hot breath escaped you and your nails dug into his hips.
“Mm, Vegeta,” you moaned.
“You’re going to take me like a good girl, you got it?” he asked, creating a blissful rhythm against you. You nodded. “And you’re going to let your prince use you just how he wants, right?”
You nodded again. “Yes. You can have me Prince Vegeta.” Pleasure was building quickly as he dry humped you. Your whines echoed through the empty gym, reminding you that anyone could walk in at any moment.
Another desperate kiss betrayed the prince’s feelings: he needed you, too. He stripped off your armor, leaving you in a strappy sports bra and your briefs. He rolled you onto your stomach and ran his hands up the backs of your thighs.
“If it wasn’t for this perfect ass of yours, we wouldn’t be in this situation,” he said, thumbs brushing against the bottom of your buttocks. He gave a light smack, making you bite your lip and wiggle your hips.
“I knew you loved it,” you teased. He gave a harder smack as your tail began to flit excitedly.
He removed your briefs slowly, revealed your muscular ass in all its glory. “The fact that it belongs to the hottest Saiyan woman I’ve ever seen doesn’t hurt either.”
You grinned as he tossed your briefs aside, his eyes devouring your drooling slit. Your tail swished with an enticing rhythm. Vegeta couldn’t keep his hands off you and he ran his calloused palms over the developing spank mark before gliding a fingertip over your most sensitive parts.
“Need it, my prince,” you sighed.
His cock ached. “You’ll get it when I decide you’re ready.”
He plunged a finger deep into your velvetty walls, but it only served to make you want more. You craved the deep stretch his cock would provide. Vegeta twisted his wrist as he withdrew his finger, then penetrated back into you with force. The slick, shiny arousal coated his finger and began to drip down his knuckle as it rammed against you. Your tail wrapped tightly around his wrist, urging him to continue.
He positioned you with one leg bent up and your ass arched high into the air, a gorgeous angle to see your aching pussy. Impatient and painfully hard, Vegeta added a second finger, scissoring the pair apart as he pulled out from you. The pressure against your insides caused you to cry out and press your forehead hard into the mat. You balled your fists and moaned his name as he gradually stretched you further.
“Please, need your cock,” you breathed between moans. Vegeta gave a dark chuckle and began removing his shorts. You watched him over your shoulder, his cock heavy and thick as it sprang free. You salivated at the sight.
“Can I have you in my mouth?” you asked, starting to sit up.
He grabbed the back of your neck and returned your face to the mat. “No. I want you like this. Now get your ass up nice and high for me.”
You obeyed, arching your back to display your cunt for the prince. He kept his hand on your neck as he caressed your backside, then allowed his cock to rest against you.
“Good girl. Now take me. Take me like the bitch you are.”
He teased your entrance with his cockhead, dragging it to brush against your clit then back to your awaiting slit. On his knees over you, he firmly started pressing the head into you, watching it disappear, then reappear with your arousal covering it. He moaned your name in praise as he pushed himself in further.
“That’s it, take my cock,” he panted. Your back muscles clenched as he sheathed himself.
“Fuuuuck, you feel so good!” you cried. “Fuck me Prince, please.”
Vegeta’s hips rocked into yours as he bottomed out, giving you the delicious stretch you craved. Your tail instinctively wrapped around one of his thighs as he withdrew. Your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as the prince worked up to a rough rhythm, pounding you into the mat.
“Ahh! Fuck yes, fuck yes Vegeta,” you moaned as your hands clawed the mat for purchase. You dug your elbows in and threw your hips back against him as he fucked you, flesh smacking flesh in a sinful sound that echoed off the concrete walls.
“Your cunt is perfect,” he grunted. “Fucking perfect.” He watched each thrust ripple through your ass, driving his quickly approaching orgasm. Laying over you, he kissed, sucked and bit at your shoulders as he fucked you. His cock drove deep and hard making you whine in delight.
“Keep making those sounds for me, princess,” he commanded in your ear. “Knew you’d be a good girl, knew you’d beg for your prince.”
“Mm, anything for you Vegeta. Wanted you to fill me up for so long!”
His speed and power increased as he neared his climax. His breaths were short, exasperated gasps of pleasure accentuated by groans and moans from deep in his throat.
“You want me to cum in your tight little cunt? That what you want?” he asked, biting at your ear. You couldn’t even form words and only nodded and moaned.
He grunted with a fiery passion as he pounded you with bruising force. He held your hip firmly in place, fucking you like he’d never get another chance. His sounds became more broken, more honeyed until he finally snapped his pelvis against your plush ass with a guttural moan.
“Gahh, ahh ah ahh!” Vegeta cried out, nearly knocking the breath out of you as he came with powerful final thrusts. You whimpered beneath him, squeezing his pulsing cock with your walls. He panted desperately as he came down from his high, collapsing fully onto you while staying sheathed in your heat. As your tail loosened its grip on his thigh, he reached down to twirl it between his fingers. The intimate gesture filled your stomach with warmth as he laid his weight into you. Once the prince caught his breath, he brushed your wild hair away and nuzzled into the back of your neck.
“Fucking perfect, perfect little cunt. But now that I’ve gotten my way,” his voice rasped. “It’s your turn, my princess.” Your heart jolted at his suggestion.
“Not tapping out?” you chuckled as he played with your tail.
He scoffed. “Just because I come first doesn’t mean you don’t come at all. Need to feel you shaking in my arms.”
Vegeta finally pulled out from your pussy, causing his cum to spill out and onto the mat, leaving you empty, but not yet spent. You rolled onto your back and sat up, finally stripping off your bra. The prince’s eyes grew hungry at the sight of your breasts. Vegeta returned his lips to yours in a slow, sensual kiss, surprising you after how forcefully he had fucked you. His hands roamed all over your neck, into your hair, over your nipples as he lapped at your tongue. You wrapped your arms around his muscled shoulders, pressing chest to chest as you made out, steamy breaths in between kisses.
Vegeta sat back on the mat with his legs wide and invited you to sit between them, back against his firm pectorals and abs. He brushed your hair away and bit your ear before breathing sweet nothings into it.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “So incredibly sexy, it’s been driving me mad.” You sighed as his hands caressed your skin, kneading your thigh and breast as he kissed your neck. “Took you damn long enough to make your move, you know,” he said.
You laughed and melted into his touch like a wilting flower. “Oh, you know Saiyan women. We like to tease. But I just couldn’t keep my hands off you any longer.”
Vegeta licked and sucked your skin, his head dizzy at the soft mewls you let out. His fingers began to tease your sensitive entrance, still slick with his cum. He traced around the perimeter, then upward over your clit. You shuddered and moaned.
“That’s it, princess. Let me make you tremble,” he growled.
He pinched and pulled at your nipple with one hand and worked your pussy with the other, dipping his fingers deep inside and using the heel of his palm to rub your clit. You writhed against his chest and clawed into his thigh while he twirled your tail around his hand. He gave it a light squeeze, sending a pulse of pleasure up through your spine.
“Mnnh, Vegeta, you’re so fucking good,” you breathed as he finger-fucked you. You matched his rhythm with your hips as the intensity began building. You turned your head to the side and kissed him feverishly, moaning into his mouth. The taste of his tongue was addicting.
His fingers slid into you with the most perfect friction, hitting your sweet spot thrust after thrust. Vegeta wrapped an arm around your waist, as if any space between your bodies was too much. He pressed his head against yours as you chased and humped his hand. You clutched his bulging forearm, guiding him to touch you just right.
Feeling the steady approach of white-hot bliss, you squealed. “Mm! Gonna cum!”
“Do it. Cum for me. Cum for your prince.”
You called his name, clinging to him tightly as the rush came. “Haaahhh, fuck Vegeta!” you cried out. Your back arched like a cracking whip and shock waves of sweet euphoria crashed over you. Your body quaked just like he wanted, making him chuckle in pride.
“That’s it,” he cooed in your ear as he stroked your tail and nuzzled against you. You clenched his fingers within you as he pressed his palm into your clit, coaxing out more shuddering pleasure. “That’s my princess.”
“Goddamn, that was so good,” you praised, collapsing into him completely as the aftershocks pulsed through you.
He kissed your shoulder, licking the salt of your sweat. “You’re too fucking loud, you brat. You want the whole city to know what we’re up to?”
You laughed and shoved Vegeta to the ground so you could lay on top of him. “I don’t give a shit. They deserve to know who made me cum so hard.”
He smirked and held you against his sweaty chest. “Damn right.”
“And you weren’t exactly quiet either, Prince of all Saiyans,” you teased, feeling his cock had hardened again. You reached down to stroke it, but he caught your wrist and brought it to his lips.
“I have self-control when I need to.” He closed his eyes and kissed your wrist and fingers. “We should hit the showers for the night.”
You hummed and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, you made quite a mess of me. Thought you might be interested in another round, but if you don’t have the stamina-”
His eyes shot open and he squeezed your hand. “I didn’t say we should hit the showers separately, did I?”
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I don't know if anyone has written a fanfic about this but Cook!Reader in the DBZ au. I've read DBZ fanfiction yet I have not seen one. Somebody might have probably mentioned about it in a post but still no fanfic. (if anyone knows about the existence of a fanfic like that, plz let me know in the comments)
There would be so much potential in writing one on how reader is a cooking genius and everyone would immediately stop fighting to submit to their food. They would be the most powerful being in the universe.
Saiyans are a powerful warriors race and they love food.
Beerus is the strongest god of destruction and he loves food.
Whis is stronger than Beerus and his mentor. AND he loves food.
All the main characters of dbz have plot armor and they love food.
Literally Beerus decided to not destroy Earth because it's the sole planet in the universe who knows how to cook well. It wasn't a fight that changed his mind. It was Good Food.
A hot piping pizza can turn your worse day at work into a good one! Lactose intolerant people knows that eating cheese is worth it even it means getting sent to the hospital. Because it taste like pure heaven.
Any food that get you sent to Flavor town is worth any risks and fuck the consequences.
Like it's the equivalent of a sea water user in OP. You would rule over the seas and no one can do a single thing about it.
You would be a God. An Entity. Everyone would kneel over to your power.
The God of cooking.
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Does raditz know that gohan is half saiyan half earthling? If not then I imagine him being completely shock, but also kinda suspected that gohan wasn’t really a full blooded saiyan.
Btw I love your art so god damn much ❤️❤️❤️
Preciate ya 🙏
And i feel like theres no way for him NOT to know- he knows his brother effectively 'went native' while marooned on that backwater little planet, and its not like he knew of or detected any other saiyans there, so its really the only option. Plus nappa and vegeta immediately figured it out too:
But then too imma use this ask to mention a small personal HC i have that, just by nature of saiyans whole conquest model, there were probably plenty of people who were culturally saiyans but not 'pure blooded saiyans'. I know its just filler errors but i like that as an explanation for scenes like this where you see 'saiyans' with multiple hair colors, despite the rules about pure blooded saiyans hair.
And, given the whole 'warrior culture', i think lower and middle class saiyans probably didnt have strong opinions on how 'pure blooded' someone was so much as whether they were an asset to their squad and could hold their own in a fight. But you get to the upper classes and im sure then they get a lot more space racist :T
Last thing is- ill be honest, im probably never gonna draw it cause i dont wanna make anyone unnecessarily uncomfortable, but in the same way raditz calls gohan 'runt' and nappa tends to just say 'kid'... vegeta would absolutely have a habit of callin gohan some rude ass words for mixed race :/ cause vegetas an ass.
In my humble opinion.
#ask#i am once again using an ask to ramble about HC stuff thats only tangentially related#sorry anon#uncle raditz#saiyan squad gohan
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Just In Case
(Vegeta x Reader)
Vegeta x fem!reader -6,207 Words - SFW - No use of Y/N
Fan of Vegeta x Bulma? Find an alternate version here! (The first parts match up!)
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This fic is based on a headcanon I have involving the prince and his constant need to wear gloves. I'm putting this here as a side note, but the first chapter is a bit violent. I hope you all enjoy it.
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Nappa was smiling, as proud as a warrior-nanny could be given the circumstances. Vegeta had aced his first mission under Frieza’s rule without a single hitch, having wiped out an entire planet on his own in just a couple hours. They had hit three more after that, completing twice the work of an adult saiyan could have mustered up. And what, he was only 6? Never before had such latent power been shown in such a young saiyan; his power already rivaled Nappa’s own. On late night’s when the bar was full and Raditz and Vegeta were in bed, Nappa would sit and brag to the other soldiers of Frieza’s army how talented the kid was.
The bar was dim, the tables around having been emptied as all the patrons gathered around Nappa and listened to his tales. Among them were Ginyu, Burter, and Jeice, all three of whom were rolling their eyes at the display.
“You should have seen the way he shot through that thing! It was almost three times my size, maybe bigger!” Nappa hiccuped, taking a swig from his mug before slamming his fist on the bar’s counter-top. “It was incredible!”
From around the corner, a young saiyan who should have been in bed smirked. His smile quickly faltered however, as someone else spoke up.
“Psh, right,” Ginyu laughed, giving Nappa a shove. “Like a kid could take down one of those on his own. Even Guildo struggles with them!”
“No, Nappa’s being serious, I saw it myself!” Another soldier yelled, slamming his drink down on the bar. “The kid is a beast! A monster!”
Vegeta nodded, crossing his arms and leaning through the doorframe a bit to watch as the older men debated his feats.
At that Ginyu and Burter laughed, “please! He’s an ape!” Ginyu snorted. “You think that monkey could actually do that on his own? He’s weak, just like his old man. Maybe he got lucky, but nothing more than that.”
Vegeta clutched his cape and held it at his sides, his anger overtaking him as he fought not to run in there and sucker punch Ginyu in the face; he had already learned once that it wasn’t a good idea, and wouldn’t make an idiot of himself again. Ginyu didn’t believe he could do that? Didn’t think that Vegeta could fight his own battles or overtake a stronger opponent? Fine. He would prove he could; he would show everyone exactly what he could do. And he wouldn’t stop until they believed him.
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Months had passed, but for Vegeta, time moved strangely. It felt fleeting and yet too long at the worst of times. Then again, he was still only a child. He had already gotten stronger, not that anyone but Raditz or Nappa noticed and he didn’t give a damn what they thought. Each day and night was the same, he was degraded by the Ginyus to his face and behind his back. His family was gone, his home was gone, and his race was all but eradicated. He was the last remaining saiyan royal and ruled over two; he wasn’t the strongest on the ship nor was he even close to beating Frieza… yet. That day would come, he reassured himself. Until then he was destined to be miserable, to spend everyday fighting to be better only to get no recognition from anyone. That much responsibility and pain weighing down on a child surely wasn’t healthy, especially not when they were forcing themselves to do even more than everyone else.
Vegeta couldn’t keep track anymore of how many planets he had slaughtered. Their cries of mercy fell on deaf ears. At night, he had nightmares about the faces of those that had met their end in his hands. He wondered who they were, what lives they lived. He was doing to them what had happened to his own home. He tossed and turned each night, enough for Raditz to complain to Nappa that it was keeping him awake.
Soon he turned 7, still a child in the eyes of a saiyan. After each fight he felt dirtier and dirtier, and visited the showers once, twice, three times a day. The soldiers on the ship joked that the prince was a germaphobe. He was too royal for their peasant germs. He was killing without purpose, without a fight and the guilt was eating away at him slowly, crumbling his sanity with each life he took. He was 8 when it happened.
Nappa was heading to the bar before he stopped. Something in him, some primal, strange instinct, told him to go to the boys room. He rushed down the halls and to their room, where Raditz was snoring loudly with his arm draped across his face. Vegeta, however, was gone. He couldn’t ask anyone else if they had seen him, as he’d surely be punished for roaming parts of the ship he shouldn’t without Nappa present.
Vegeta had gotten back late from a mission and decided to go take a shower. His body was covered in blood, none of which was his own. He watched as the red water swirled down the shower drain and slowly became pink, scrubbing his body with a bar of soap as he grunted to himself. Arms, chest, legs, feet, tail, and finally his hands. He lathered the soap between them, watching the bubbles form up and over his hands before rinsing them off in the water. To his surprise, the water revealed the blood was still there.
“Damn shit must have stained them,” he huffed, turning off the water and drying himself with a towel. He quickly wrapped it around his waist and made his way to the sinks, grabbing his toothbrush and lining it with toothpaste. Until he saw his hands again. No longer tinted red, they were coated in blood. The fur on the end of his tail began to spike as he stared at it, quickly flipping them around to see if he had any open wounds. He ran the water and shoved his hands under it, scrubbing at the blood to get it off.
“What the hell!” He snapped, watching as nothing changed. He began to scratch at it, trying to peel it off to know avail. He hissed as he turned the water up, the heat becoming blistering hot as he started to claw at his own hands in a desperate attempt to get the blood off of himself.
“Why isn’t it coming off!” He yelled, starting to get louder and louder as he grew more desperate. He felt filthy as his consciousness weighed down on him, his sleep deprived body and nightmarish life finally getting the better of him. “Get it off me!”
Nappa knew he had to be in the showers, as it was the only place the kid ever went to when he wasn’t in the dining halls or his room. With how late it was, the dining halls would have closed ages ago. As he made his way down the corridors of the ship he could hear something. It was quiet at first, but slowly became louder and louder as he got closer to the men's showers. He could hear Vegeta, screaming out in pain. Nappa shot off and slammed through the door to the bathroom, following the sounds of the hysterical screaming until he found the prince by the sinks. Vegeta was sobbing, hands burnt red from the water.
“The hell has gotten into you!” Nappa yelled, ripping him away from the sink. He was going to scold the prince when he saw the claw marks all over his hands. Vegeta tried to shove him away, crying out for Nappa to let go of him but it all sounded like gibberish to the older saiyan.
“What are you doing!” Nappa yelled at him as Vegeta slammed a hand against his face, trying to make his way back to the sink. “You’re hurting yourself, what are you doing!”
“I CAN’T GET IT OFF!” Vegeta screamed between sobs. “MY HANDS! THEY’RE COVERED IN BLOOD I CAN’T GET IT OFF!”
“Vegeta there is no blood!” Nappa yelled, grabbing his wrists and holding him still. “But there’s going to be if you keep tearing at your skin!”
“DON’T TOY WITH ME NAPPA JUST GET IT OFF ME! PLEASE I CAN’T- I CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS PLEASE JUST GET IT OFF!”
Nappa grabbed the prince and his clothes, clamping a hand over his mouth as he ran out of the bathroom and back towards his room. Vegeta dug his nails into the flesh of Nappa’s hand, sinking his fang’s into Nappa’s palm as the older saiyan grunted in pain. Vegeta was still trying to scream but Nappa’s hand remained firm, refusing to let anyone see the prince like this. The door to Nappa’s bedroom slammed shut as he locked it and tossed the prince on the bed, who immediately tried to book it back out the door. Before he could grab the doorknob, Nappa was in front of him, blocking his escape in the dark room. Vegeta beat his fists against Nappa’s chest, trying and failing to shove him out of the way. Nappa knelt down, taking Vegeta’s hands in his before sliding a pair of white gloves over them.
“Look! There’s no blood! Now please Vegeta quit it!” He turned the prince’s hands over slowly, showing that nothing had seeped through. “See? You’re fine!”
Vegeta glanced down, a sniveling mess as he turned his hands over on his own and studied the gloves. They were white, pristine, new, and soft. They cooled his burning hands and the silken fabric felt nice against the cuts he had created. “Th-there’s no more b-blood?”
“None, Vegeta. There isn’t any blood. Okay?”
Vegeta nodded as Nappa stood up slowly, making his way to his cabinet and pulling out gauze and ointment. He applied it to his palm first after cleaning it with a towel, Vegeta’s fangs having taken quite the chunk out of his skin. Then he bandaged it, sliding his gauntlets on over after so the prince wouldn’t see the reddish hue that would seep out soon enough. After tossing the towel, he made his way back over to Vegeta, who had calmed down remarkably and yet was still standing in the same spot Nappa had left him. He was staring at his hands, eyes lidded as sleep finally began to overpower him. Nappa grabbed him under his armpits and lifted him over to the bed, setting him down and getting the ointment ready. As he began to pull off Vegeta's gloves, the prince started screaming again, kicking Nappa away and tugging them back down.
“NO!” He cried out. “NO YOU CAN’T TAKE THEM OFF!”
“DAMN IT VEGETA I NEED TO MAKE SURE THOSE SCRATCHES DON’T GET INFECTED!”
“NO! I’M YOUR PRINCE, I DEMAND YOU WILL NOT TAKE THESE OFF! EVER!”
“Vegeta,” Nappa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You can’t keep them on forever you’ll have to-”
“I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT!”
“Vegeta I swear to-”
“THAT’S AN ORDER NOW DROP IT!” Nappa didn’t say anything after that, handing the prince his pajamas and turning away. Vegeta changed quickly, grunting when he was done. Nappa frowned at the sight of the prince wearing gloves with his pajamas, but chose not to push it further. They’d deal with it in the morning and go to see the doctor then as well.
“Do you want me to walk you back to your-”
Vegeta was quick to cut him off, voice trembling as he ran his hands together in his lap. “Can I stay here tonight?” His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as he refused to meet Nappa’s eyes. Nappa looked down at the prince, an ache in his chest as he stared at the child that was forced to carry so much; but he was just that, a child. He shouldn’t have had to do any of this, not until he was much, much older. He should have been in the palace right now, spending each day training under his father to be the next king, not turned into a killing machine by a freak that regarded them as nothing.
“Of course, your highness. You can stay here for the night.” Nappa quickly went and changed into his sleep shorts, scooting Vegeta over enough so he could fit along with him on his bed. The prince held his arm tight, body trembling as Nappa laid awake, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together whatever the hell had just happened. Even after Vegeta had finally dozed off, Nappa remained awake, unsure with what to do with the prince.
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As time went on, Vegeta learned to live with it the best he could. The cuts he had caused on himself that night healed over, leaving small scars to forever remind him of his own shame and guilt. The blood he saw on his hands never truly went away after that but he learned to pretend he couldn’t see it. With time he was able to remove his gloves, but only for short periods before he’d quickly slip them back on. Just long enough to shower, trim his nails, or give the gloves a quick wash.
After everything that happened on Earth, after what he did to Nappa, it was as if he were a kid again. The gloves would not come off. Ever. He had killed the man who gave them to him, who had tried to shield him from himself. For what? A power move? Now the gloves themselves were another reminder of his sins, but he found himself unable to swap them with a new pair. Now he was living in some Earth woman’s home after embarrassing himself in front of Frieza and a low level saiyan piece of scum. He slaughtered the Ginyu force, which was a bit of a two edged sword for him. Kakarot was gone at who knows where and he was stuck here, failing to do anything substantial. He had truly lost all meaning to his life.
The gravity chamber the blue haired woman had helped build was where he spent most of his time. It gave him a break from dealing with everyone, including you. You were the most confusing out of everyone that was on this idiotic planet. He could never get a proper read on you. You were too… upbeat. He didn’t like to dwell on what he thought of you, and unfortunately found himself thinking of you during training at the worst of times.
He had put his hand up to guard his face at the last moment as the battle bot shot at him, successfully blocking it but not without slight damage to his glove. There, on his right hand, was a clean tear.
“Shit!” He yelled. “Damn it damn it damn it!” He blew the robot to bits before it could do anymore damage, throwing on his shirt and making his way back towards Bulma’s house. He felt sick as he glanced down at it, the deep red shade staring back at him through the slit.
He made his way in through the back door, speed walking through the living room and down the hallway to where his bedroom was located. He didn’t have spares, he had never needed a spare. He searched around for anything that could be used as a makeshift glove. He ripped apart shirts and tried to cover it to no avail, too stressed to tie the knots properly with one hand. He shoved the fabric under the glove, only to rip it further. “Shit!”
He didn’t know how to sew, he was a prince for the Gods’ sakes. He felt sick at the idea of what he was going to have to do but quickly realized there was no other option. He was going to have to ask for help.
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You were sitting at Bulma’s kitchen table, waiting for your friend to get back from her date with Yamcha so the two of you could go shopping. You were sipping a glass of apple juice, the only thing in her fridge at the moment in terms of drinks. The coffee maker was on the fritz ever since Vegeta tried to beat the shit out of it to get it working. Apparently the glowing blue button wasn’t obvious enough for saiyans. You paused mid sip, wondering if perhaps he was partially colorblind. Your thoughts trailed off as he was suddenly standing in front of you, arms crossed and glaring in your general direction.
“Juice? Seriously? What are you, five?” he frowned, opening the fridge and looking around for something.
“Good morning to you too, your highness,” you grunted, raising the cup to your lips. “I was going to have coffee but for some reason the machine is broken.”
He huffed in annoyance but said nothing else. You could tell he had just finished training as he was a dirty, sweaty mess. The singe marks across his suit only proved your point further. “There’s nothing in here,” he frowned, slamming the fridge door shut.
“Yeah, I heard someone has been staying over and eating everything,” you replied, taking out your phone and scrolling through it. “I have no idea who it could be though.”
Either he didn’t notice your sarcastic tone or he didn’t care. “Tell the other woman to go get more food then,” he snapped. “It’s not my problem.”
“You could go get it yourself.”
“With what money?”
You rolled your eyes, “You’re a prince, aren’t you?”
He slammed a hand down flat on the table, leaning beside you to try and meet your eyes. “The hell do you mean by that?”
Without looking at him you opened your text messages, Bulma’s name quickly popping up. “What do you think?” He tried to glance over at your screen to see what you were going to text her before you shifted the phone away; it was like he was a child. “Do you mind?”
“Are you texting her? Tell her to get the vanilla protein powder as well, I won’t eat the chocolate one. It’s disgusting.”
“Yeah yeah sure,” you sighed, instead typing “his royal majesty is awake and grumpy. Please get here soon.” She replied by laughing at your message before sending a picture of her and Yamcha laughing in whatever breakfast restaurant they were in. For now, you were stuck with him.
“She’s with the beta-male, isn’t she?” He frowned. You nodded.
“They’re on a date I think? I don’t know, sometimes it’s hard to tell.”
You were surprised to hear him chuckle at that. “True. However I’d say they’re made for eachother. They’re both annoying and a pain in my ass.”
“I’ll agree with that first part,” you giggled, setting your phone down and glancing over at him. You took another sip of your juice glass while he looked out the window. “Want me to make you a PBJ or something?”
“Sure. While you’re at it can you pour me some juice as well and put it in a sippy cup?” He grunted, turning to face you and making an effort to roll his eyes. You don’t know why you even bothered.
“Just trying to be polite.”
He seemed like he wanted to say something else before he looked down at his hand. He began to fidget with his gloves a bit, the white things worn to death. When Bulma had offered him new ones he refused, rather rudely you might add, so you chose not to mention them. When designing new training outfits with her for him, gloves were always discussed but never elaborated on. “When is the blue-haired woman coming back?”
You shrugged, “not sure.”
He sighed, and for a moment, he sounded relieved. You went to ask him what was up before he started talking.
“You’re a woman,” he grunted, pulling out a chair and sitting beside you. “You sew, right?”
Ever charming, this one. “Fuck you but yes, I sew.”
“I need you to fix my gloves,” he grumbled, continuing to mess with the one on his right hand.
“I can just make you new-”
“No,” he snapped, cutting you off quickly. “I need them repaired.”
“Fine,” you said curtly. “Just leave them by my door and-”
“No, you'll fix them now.”
You crossed your arms, “Vegeta I don’t just carry a sewing kit on me.”
He stared at you blankly before his eyes moved to your purse, which was resting on the back of your chair. “Then what the hell is that for?”
You pinched the bridge of your nose and inhaled sharply as you chose to ignore his question. “Why should I help you in the first place? You’re not exactly-”
“Please.” The word was uttered so quietly, so pathetically, you were almost positive you had dreamed it. There was no way on Earth that Vegeta had said ‘please’ to you of all people. You skimmed over his face to find he was looking at the table. After a few moments and your lack of response, his eyes snapped up, his face flushing a bright red. “Stop staring at me like that! I’m not going to repeat myself damn it! It’s embarrassing enough!”
You blinked a few times, trying to hide the shock as you spoke, “come on, I have a kit in my room.” You placed your empty juice glass in the sink, beginning to walk towards the spare room Bulma had designated as your own.
The sound of his boots clicked across the wooden floor as he followed you. He was embarrassed to admit he found himself admiring your outfit. It was rare he ever saw you in anything besides casual or training clothes. Today, however, you seemed to be stepping it up. He felt his ears begin to heat up as he stared at your ass and hips before quickly looking at your hair. “Why are you dressed like that?”
“Like what?” You frowned, glancing back at him.
His eyes briefly shot to yours before he glanced away. “You’re… dressed nice.”
You almost tripped when he complimented you, “oh, uh, thanks.” You said, clearing your throat. “Me and Bulma are going out later.”
“Why not wear your training gear? What if something were to happen?”
“Then I fight in this,” you shrugged. “My clothes aren’t what makes me a fighter, Vegeta. Plus with you guys around I’d only get in the way.”
“Sure, but you’re already weak enough as is. Extra protection wouldn’t hurt.”
You didn’t know if he was trying to make sure you were safe or simply making fun of you. “With how burned your suit is from the training bots, I don’t think armor makes much of a difference in the grand scheme of things.”
He simply grunted, watching as you grabbed the handle to your room. You opened the door and made your way to your desk, pulling out a drawer and rummaging around for your sewing kit. Vegeta stood in the walkway, staring at the floor before you pulled the kit out and set it on top of your desk. You tilted your head at him as you sat in your office chair, motioning for him to take a seat on your bed.
“I’ll stand,” he frowned, stepping in apprehensively and making his way over to you. He had never been in your room before; he never had a reason to be in it. It was very… you. He wasn’t sure how else to describe it. It had your scent and although he’d never admit it, he liked it. It made a shiver run down his spine.
“No, you’ll sit,” you countered. “I sew better sitting, and I don’t want you looming over me while I do it.” You flicked on your small lamp and smiled at him softly.
He grumbled under his breath, something about how he doesn’t ‘loom’ over people, before sitting on your bed carefully. He was trying to sit as close to the edge as possible to be somewhat polite. It creaked a bit as he did so, one of your plushies tumbling over and onto the floor. He sneered at it before you picked it up and set it back in its place.
“Alright, let me see it.”
He shoved his hand in your direction and you stared at him as if he were an idiot. “Vegeta you’re really starting to piss me off, give me the glove.”
“You can fix it as it is,” he snapped. “I’m not taking it off.”
You crossed your arms again and leaned back in your chair. “Are you trying to fuck with me? Is this a prank or something?”
“Why the hell would I do that!” He yelled, clenching your quilt in his fists. He heard the snapping of threads and quickly relaxed his hand. Whether from the glove or the blanket he wasn’t sure, but neither seemed like good options to damage. “This is serious! Do you think I’d ask you for help for fun?”
You wheeled your chair closer to him, motioning for him to place his hand in yours. He held it out hesitantly, palm facing the ceiling as you took it carefully in your own. A shiver ran up his spine once as he watched you trace the tear with your finger tips before he quickly looked away.
“I should be able to stitch it up, but I’m worried I’ll poke you with the needle by accident.” Vegeta didn’t say anything after that, face slightly pale and body tense. You squeezed his hand softly, “I need you to tell me what the deal with the gloves is. I won’t judge, and I won’t tell anyone else.”
“Like I’d trust you,” he snapped back as he ripped his hand away. “This was a mistake.”
You shook your head, setting his hand back in his lap as you began to thread the needle. “You don’t have to tell me I guess, but it would make everything easier. Maybe I can go get a spare glove from some-“
He was quick to cut you off, growing more and more agitated the longer he stared at the open slit in the fabric. “I should've just done this myself. God forbid you be good for someth-”
“Vegeta, I am trying to help you!” You yelled, finally having had enough. The prince seemed taken aback by your sudden outburst as you slammed the needle on the desk. “The first thing you do in the morning is belittle me, complain, and act like you own the place! Well you don’t! You treat me like shit, my friends like shit, and I still wanted to help you! Don’t get mad at me for trying to do something you asked me to do! If you want to do it yourself, fine, take my fucking kit and leave.” When you saw the look he was giving you, you immediately felt bad. His eyes were wide with shock, mouth slightly agape. It was the first time you had seen him make an expression that was anything like this.
You went to start apologizing before he ripped the damn thing off and tossed it at you. It thumped against your cheek before landing in your lap. You grabbed it and waved it at his face haphazardly.
“You didn’t have to throw it at me!”
“Just hurry and fix it!” He yelled back, crossing his arms and refusing to meet your eyes. His hand was shoved under his armpit as he tapped his foot rapidly against the wooden floor.
You quickly got to work, the prince growing more and more impatient as you fixed the tear. “Would you hurry up?”
“I’m trying! I want to make sure it’s done properly so I don’t have to redo it!”
He leaned forward slightly to watch you work. It was impressive how quick you were with it, precise as the needle wove in and out of the fabric with ease. He watched as you bit your lip and began to tap your foot just as he had. He watched as your hair slipped down from behind your ear before you quickly pushed it back into place. Your eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim lap light, and his heart began to race. For a moment and a moment only, he finally relaxed. Then you were pulling the seam closed, tying the knot and smirking at your work.
“Here, it’s done now you can-” He snatched it from you in an instant, struggling to put it on. You rolled your eyes, “a thanks would be nice.” He slid it on quickly, finally breathing a sigh of relief as he stared at the now closed seam. He could barely tell there had been a hole at all. He opened and closed his hand slowly to watch the fabric shift and ensure your work was good. Then he fell back on your bed and stared at the ceiling.
You wheeled over to him again, watching as he shut his eyes tight and laid limp against your mattress. “Thank you,” was all he mustered up.
“You’re welcome.” You replied, surprised he had even said anything. Your tone was soft when you spoke again, and he hated how it made him feel. “You can lay here as long as you need to.”
Your phone went off in your pocket and you pulled it out quickly, finding a text from Bulma letting you know that she was home and going to take a quick shower. You stood up to leave before Vegeta sat up quickly, grabbing your wrist.
“Can you stay?” He asked quietly, the glove soft against your wrist. You nodded, and quickly sat back down in your chair. He made his way once again to the edge of the bed, leaning his elbows against his legs as he clasped his hands together. He looked down at them, hunched over as he thought of what to say.
“Ever since I was a kid,” he started, voice so low and deep it sent a shiver up your spine. “I have been a killing machine. It’s what I was made for and it’s all I’ve ever known.”
You got up slowly and he paused before you nodded for him to continue. You shut and locked your door before walking back over to him and sitting in your chair. He nodded in thanks before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“I don’t have many memories of my father, and the ones that I do have are… complicated. Nappa raised me, if you could even call it that. Raditz was more of a nuisance than anything. Our goal was to survive, and one day I wanted to become powerful enough to beat Frieza. What a joke” He scoffed, shaking his head and looking back to the floor.
“At first, taking lives was easy for me. I was doing nothing more than what I was assigned; I started to do more, go beyond what was required of me. The only one to praise me was Nappa, and even then it was never to my face. I was ridiculed and mocked, but it only pushed me farther, to do better. It was never what I wanted, but more so what needed to be done.”
He didn’t know why the hell he was telling you this; he had never told anyone this. And yet now it was as if he couldn’t stop, he couldn’t shut his mouth long enough to think about what he was doing. “What was once hundreds went to thousands, then millions. I was eradicating races in the blink of an eye. Soon they weren’t just obstacles to me, but people with faces and lives I had ripped away from them. I had so much blood on my hands; I still have blood on my hands. So much blood that I will never, ever be able to get off.”
He opened and closed his hands once more, the sounds of the fabric shifting in his grip. “I’m not a good man. Hell, I've never claimed to be one. But now Frieza is gone and it feels like everything I’ve done, everything I worked towards for years, was for nothing. The things I see in my sleep, what I feel when I’m awake, what I’ve gone through was for nothing.” He stopped for a moment, voice and tone becoming so quiet and serious you couldn’t believe it was the same person who had spoken to you just minutes ago. “I haven’t been able to look at my hands the same way since I was a child.”
He finally looked up at you, eyes lidded as he smirked. You realized he was on the verge of tears. “Do you know how sad that is? A beast scared of his own damned hands. I’m a damn disgrace to my people.” He laughed after that, wiping his eyes and setting his hands back down. “Look at me, a prince crying in front of a damn lower life form.”
You reached out hesitantly, tapping his hand with your fingers apprehensively. When he didn’t pull away you continued, scooting closer to him and pulling his hand up to lay between you both.
You carefully ran your hand over his, sliding your fingers up and under the glove before pulling away slowly. You looked at him again, waiting for him to react or move away, to tell you to stop. Vegeta shut his eyes tight but didn’t pull away, his face pale as you set his glove carefully in your lap. To your surprise, his skin was soft, with yours perhaps being even rougher than his. Then again, you suppose that made sense if the saiyan never fought without them.
You traced your nails gently over his palm, studying the grooves in his skin and how neatly trimmed his nails were. “Well,” you started slowly, his breathing coming to a pause. “I don’t see any blood now.”
Vegeta opened his eyes slowly, looking at your face carefully as you studied his hand. You were so delicate with him it made his breath hitch in his throat.
“Sure, maybe there was a lot there in the past, but not anymore. You can’t change what happened, but you can acknowledge it and move on, try to do better this time around.”
When Vegeta looked at his own hand, he almost gasped in shock. It was his hand, as normal as any other. He looked back to you as you ran your thumb over top of his, gently moving your hand back and forth from his wrist to his knuckles.
“You haven’t done good things, Vegeta. But I don’t think you’re a bad person. I think you need time and care to heal, and the first step towards that was acknowledging what we talked about today.” You paused, thinking carefully over your next choice of words before smiling softly. “I think there’s good in you. No, I know there is.”
He watched the way your hair tumbled down and around your face, and how gentle your stare seemed to be. You weren’t repulsed or disgusted, but caring and considerate. He felt a blush rise first to the tips of his ears and then his cheeks before he pulled his hand away and slid his glove back on. He stood up after that, walking briskly across the room without turning back. He unlocked the door and opened it, pausing to think for a moment. Then, he made his way down the hall, wondering what the hell had just come over him as his heart raced out of control.
A few days later he came home to find a second pair of gloves folded neatly on his bed along with a note, “just in case <3.” His face flushed as he went to crumple it up, but upon reading it just one more time, he found he couldn’t. He shoved it in the drawer of his bedside table, grumbling under his breath as he left to go train.
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I've been seeing a bunch of "Humans are Space Orcs" and "Earth is Space Australia" but I raise you to this....
Humans are the galaxy's equivalent to the Saiyans
Allow me to explain.
- We live on a world that would be considered difficult for others to survive on (Planet Vegeta having 10x Earth's own gravity and Earth having storms, volcanoes, natural disasters, and more)
- We aren't as advanced as other species and would likely just learn from them and their technology (Saiyans are primative on their own and only have such advanced technology thanks to the Frieza Force/Cold Force and while we have advanced technology now, we would more likely than not just obtain more advanced tech from other races if not cannibalize old or worn down ones for our own benefits in advancement)
- We are typically perceived as barbarians who are just violent by nature, probably incredibly dangerous as well (Saiyans being a warrior race who believe strength is everything while humanity... Yeah just look at the Humans are Space Orcs posts, they kinda just speak for themselves with how f*cked up a species we are from an outsider's perspective)
- We are just "built different" than other races and even grow stronger from damage (Both Saiyans and Humans having their natural ability to recover from damage and while we aren't getting the benefits of a Zenkai boost, there is a reason "What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger" is a common saying.)
- We found a species different than us and specifically breed and designed them to suit our needs (Saiyans have the Saibamen which are specifically designed for combat and training purposes and humanity has created all the different species of dogs from wolves for special tasks)
- We have legends of our race being capable of superhuman feats (Saiyans have the legend of the legendary Super Saiyan and Super Saiyan God with Yamoshi while humans have legends from mythology such as Hercules and Achilles)
- When put to the test we can perform incredible feats and overcome anything thrown at us when we put our mind and heart to it and will never stop growing (Saiyans have broken their limits time after time and constantly seek to become stronger to overcome whatever threat they come across, while humans have adrenaline for immediate danger and have survived insane things over the course of history, helped by how technology is always evolving over time and we learn more and more about the world around us and beyond the stars)
Am I overthinking a race of superhuman alien monkey people and comparing them to humans? Maybe? Do I think this is beautiful and a testament to how powerful humanity is with their ability to survive on a planet that would be dangerous to other races? Yes, absolutely.
#humans are space australians#humans are space orcs#earth is space australia#saiyan#dragon ball#dragon ball super#dbz#dragon ball z#humanity is just built different#humans are awesome#humans are saiyans#it's only a matter of time until someone unlocks Super Saiyan
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I can’t stop thinking about Vegeta throughout the end of DBZ. This proud warrior Prince, his people no longer exist, except for one absolute clown of a Saiyan raised on earth. The one man who saved him not once but twice. His original goal of immortality, a chance to have a level of control he hasn’t had under the thumb of Frieza and opportunity to liberate himself, the last legacy of his race and he gets his ass whooped.
Then he tries again and fails again (when he gives in to despair in the face of Frieza being so powerful, it hurts and Im so proud of him that we never see that again and I fully believe its due to Gokus influence). And then theres Goku again, Vegeta leaves his peoples and Vegetas own hopes and dreams to Goku. And Goku delivers. And then Vegeta has nothing, Frieza gone, his people gone, what can he even do? All he has left is his promise to beat Goku one day, (Vegeta hold so much weight in promises).
And then Goku dies and he’s just gone. Sure he comes back 7 years later, but in that time Vegeta’s entire reason for being was gone, sure he starts a family and one that he dearly loves. But the return of Goku ignites those lost feelings in him. Its that whole premise of growing up with expectations of what you were going to be and you wake up one day and realise you don’t recognise yourself, you aren’t who you were promised to be, aren’t who you were aiming for (this is why I just love Majin Vegeta so much). A promised Prince, with no people to rule, the one person that is the reason he is alive at all, that was his entire drive gone for what he would have thought to be forever, what could you even do, where could you even go? He had his one anchor of Bulma and then his children. But this wasn’t what he was supposed to be, he should have been a ruler, he should have been dead. And then his one true goal returns and he’s confronted with that and he falls.
#driving in the car thoughts#music and 1 hour of hills driving is great for thoughts#listen#i love vegeta so much#i have so many feelings about this#but im not really the best with words#and then urghhhh when he meets the universe 6 saiyans#i actual cry at how princely he becomes#his pride in his people hhhhhhhh#what he could have beeeeeeeen#weeps#*shakes vegeta like a ragdoll*#vegeta#goku#be kind to my shitty thoughts#vani rambles
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of all characters why zarbon? he was weak and pointless.
EDIT: Please draw your attention to this post as it’s relevant to this one, only if you wish to as the two posts go hand in hand, but it’s important. https://www.tumblr.com/bliss-wily/743634450086264832/an-apology-it-has-come-to-my-attention-that-a
I’ll agree to disagree. Zarbon was formidable. Vegeta underestimated him, he transformed, he beat Vegeta up but didn’t kill him. Frieza was disappointed in him, but in the short amount of screen time he had in all of his appearances we learn a lot:
He was highly intelligent.
His avoidance of transforming most of the time reveals that the man had been holding back for decades if not centuries. The Raging Blast games imply it was ‘eons’.
Zarbon is a Prince, and despite being regarded as a narcissist unlike Vegeta he isn’t flaunting that title like some shiny badge.
Outside of…Dead Zone? I think? Zarbon is the first to showcase a transformation that isn’t a giant form.
And unlike the Saiyans he takes on a different appearance.
There was depth to his character, his on screen kill count is low, he was shown to be pragmatic and rather humane.
But…he was scared. Frieza threatened to kill him. That threw him off his game.
I think had Zarbon took a moment to process and clear his head he would have beaten Vegeta again. However, I still don’t think he would have killed him…I think he would have turned on Frieza.
Sure he said Frieza-sama in the Japanese version but…
If you had been saying that for decades it’s kinda hard to break the habit. I would give him the benefit of the doubt.
He’s not stupid, I think he was serious about betraying Frieza because think about it..
He served a man who had different values from him out of fear.
Zarb was pragmatic, he just wanted to take care of the source of the problem and leave everything else alone - Frieza didn’t agree.
Unlike the others the boy had a genuine look of sadness and shock when Frieza was quite happy to go through with Planet Vegeta’s destruction.
He is my favourite because there is so many layers to him. He wasn’t in the series long but he’s just so interesting. His race is unique, his personality feels unique. His fighting style was unique too. If anyone had to be revived I hope it’s either Raditz or Zarbon as those two could have been redeemed and they could have joined the Z-Fighters.
He is morally grey, but, Vegeta was down right cruel and could be redeemed. Zarbon had shown evidence of redeeming qualities in all forms of media (wanting peace, worried about Frieza gaining more power, he was self aware, with Dodoria showed remorse and shock when Planet Vegeta was blown up) and he certainly didn’t turn around and kill his closest friend/father figure. (Let’s face it, Nappa basically raised Vegeta and probably Raditz too).
Zarbon isn’t perfect, but that’s what I like to see. He had shortcomings, he was fearful but not a coward, he had phobias, but he also tried to do his job without all the collateral damage and he genuinely cares. He was shocked hearing of Dodoria dying, he gets pissy when alternate timeline Frieza starts insulting him and his ‘star subordinate’, he shows that he’s capable of jealousy and he can be thankful and apologetic.
I understand he’s branded as a narcissist because he thinks he’s beautiful but so many of his traits contradict NPD. He is empathetic, he doesn’t put himself or his own gain above others, he can take accountability for his failures. It seems more so that the other in verse characters place those traits onto him - such as when they expect that Zarbon is only using the future warrior as a slave or to do his dirty work - but he doesn’t.
“You need only watch.” - doesn’t necessarily want help from his student.
“Excellent, I’d much rather spend time with you.” - actually enjoys spending time with his student.
“This session was deeply moving for me. It would not have been possible had we not met.” - can be interpreted in several ways. However; it sounds like a bond is developing.
“I welcome any and all who know how to conduct themselves.” - this is said to a Saiyan, implies that his detest is by person, not an entire race.
“You handled yourself pretty well out there too. My compliments.” - he is always handing out praise to his student. But not just them, there are soldiers on the ship who sound so happy that Zarbon compliments them unlike Frieza and Dodoria.
“Magnificent! You’ve done well to come this far! You’ve done your instructor proud!” - again, actually being happy for his student.
“I am dazzled by your radiance!” - this is just showing more and more depth to this man. I get Zarbon is entitled but he’s a Prince, they’re all a bit entitled.
Some more quotes seeing as I have a ton of screenshots~
“You are my prized trainee!”
“Starting now I will polish you into the most beautiful gem the universe has ever seen!”
“Yes! Yes! You’re just as beautiful as I imagined you’d be!”
“You have my apologies. I should not be so passionate in front of my trainee.”
“Your fighting style is truly elegant. So elegant, in fact, that I’ve fallen in love with it, just watching you train.”
“You are a true diamond in the rough…”
“But several will try to woo you, given your considerable strength, and I wouldn’t want you to choose the wrong master.”
Below, Zarbon being nice and a bit of tsundere/flirt. This game seemed like a dating sim at times.
Then him when it’s life or death with his closest ally by his side.
Also I notice in this fight he will throw himself in front of the future warrior several times. He always gets knocked out every time I do this fight as he won’t let the player get hurt - every other mentor I’ve done this with tends to make it to the end on all versions of the game but Zarbon really puts his neck out there for the player. Whether it’s a glitch in the AI or not; I don’t know. But, it plays into his characterisation.
Anyway I went on a ramble, but why Zarbon? So many reasons. The more lore they add; the more I like him. He’s a complex character in my opinion.
EDIT: Please draw your attention to this post as it’s relevant to this one, only if you wish to as the two posts go hand in hand, but it’s important. https://www.tumblr.com/bliss-wily/743634450086264832/an-apology-it-has-come-to-my-attention-that-a
#dbz#dragon ball#dragonball#xenoverse 2#zarbon#frieza#frieza force#answered ask#thank you for the ask!#I hope this answers your question#and I hope it makes sense#crocodile/monster boy supremacy!#zarb is sweet even if he is an intergalactic menace#and very likely a nepotism baby and rich kid#but he’s so much more#his actions personality words and body language tell the viewers so much
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Profiles in Villainy Redemption
Vegeta
The prince of the fallen Saiyan race, Vegeta IV is a hero who was forced for a long while to act as a villainous general of the tyrannical galactic overlord known as Freiza. As a child, Vegeta was bestowed onto Freiza by his father, the then ruler of the Saiyans. He was given to Freiza as an act of surrender so to spare what few remained of the Saiyan race. Frieza accepted the child, honing young Vegeta into a powerful top lieutenant and leader of his planet-conquering ‘Frieza Force.’
Regal, egotistical, and full of pride, Vegeta acted as a cold-blooded warrior and outright killer, enforcing Frieza’s dominion across numerous worlds. This changed after conflicts with a fellow Saiyan on Earth named Goku. Vegeta was ultimately encouraged to put aside his anger and embrace a peaceful life on earth as an ally to Goku and key member of the Z-Fighters.
Once Freiza was finally vanquished, Vegeta was able to settle down and know a time of peace and happiness. He married his colleague, Bulma and together they had two children: a son named Trunks and daughter named Bula. Trunks would go on to become an incredibly powerful warrior himself and it was he who was able to finally destroy Freiza once and for all, avenging the countless Saiyan’s who had died at the despot’s orders.
Actor Ryō Horikawa has provided the voice for the Saiyan prince in the anime; with actors Christopher Sabat and Laura Bailey voicing the character in the English language dubs). The villain turned hero first appeared in the second episode of the Raditz Saga of the Dragonball Z anime, airing on May 3rd, 1989.
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I do like the interpretation that Raditz was basically toxic masculinity The Character. Even moreso than Vegeta, since the prince honestly seems like he was just born broken and had to be pieced together very slowly. Goku getting amnesia and becoming a sweetheart does seem to suggest that the tabula rasa for the sons of Bardock is to be decent people, and it's the culture of the Saiyan species that turns them into what they are.
Raditz was a low class warrior, and the son of a low class warrior. His species was wiped out and his planet blown up. And the only Saiyans left in all of existence were two Elites, who constantly looked down on him for being garbage who was barely as strong as literal vegetables (the saibamen). They probably only barely tolerated him because he was also a Saiyan, but especially considering this is Vegeta we're talking about here that tolerance probably didn't extend very far. Raditz might have felt the urge to prove himself to his superiors, to show himself worthy among these Elites, by overcompensating and amping up how ruthless and brutal he could be so that he could earn their respect.
And then one day they find themselves having difficulty conquering a planet. Even these two Elites would be challenged by it! But then Raditz remembers, he has a baby brother. Another low class cast off just like him! Surely Kakarot will be enough to tip the scales in their favor, and if he does maybe these Elite's will see them differently. They'll see that they have value as Saiyans despite how low class they are, he and his baby brother will finally earn the respect of his (male, violence obsessed) peers.
So when he finally meets his little brother Kakarot again and finds out what became of him, you could read quite a lot into his reaction and what must be going through Radtiz's head. Based on the way Raditz talks to Goku, it's clear that Raditz EXPECTS Goku to remember him on a personal level. They MUST have interacted before Kakarot was sent off to earth to at least some capacity, otherwise dialog like this doesn't really make sense.
Raditz and Kakarot KNEW each other before the calamity that befell their planet. They've been separated for decades and a lot happened during that time, but Raditz still expects Kakarot to remember him. He seemed genuinely shocked that Goku had suffered from amnesia, and his demeanor was pretty flapped. His only family left in the entire galaxy, his fellow low class Saiyan and kin the only person in the entire galaxy who is on his level. And those memories of their childhood as brothers was erased. Read this panel with that in mind.
Raditz WANTS his brother back. But he has also had 20 years of living with Vegeta to sculpt him as a person, and this is where the Toxic Masculinity creeps in. The desperation and confusion he let drive his interactions with his little brother thus far is put under control, and Raditz starts playing the aloof and bemused monster. He puts on the mask of being the ideal saiyan warrior. Someone who laughs off the destruction of their home planet
Someone who relishes in the thrill of carnage and bloodshed. It's the very reason they became the most powerful race in the galaxy. It's the very reason they are both still alive.
He's TRYING to wake Kakarot back up. He's TRYING to get his brother back. He's overcompensating, he's playing it up, he's EMULATING VEGETA because he thinks this will rile up the Saiyan inside of Goku that has laid dormant.
When Goku rejects him it must be crushing, but he hides it under a confident veneer. Because he's still confident that he can make this work when he notices Gohan. If Goku won't be motivated by the promise of battle and wrecking death, MAYBE Goku will be motivated by the paternal instinct to protect his son?
Think about this given what we know: Saiyans aren't supposed to CARE about their children. At least that's what we've been told. And yet Raditz is trying to wake up Goku's Saiyan instincts by threatening his son. It's almost a Catch-22, Saiyans are supposed to only care about strength and fighting and killing over everything else, and yet Raditz is hoping to stoke those flames by tugging on Goku's love and protective instincts for his child. It's like Raditz is blending what he knows about his own family with what is expected of Saiyans - if Goku was a "real" Saiyan then he shouldn't care about Gohan especially considering he's such a weak child, but Raditz is COUNTING on Goku caring enough about his son that he'd be willing to slaughter a hundred earthlings.
He hopes that if he's FORCED to kill for the sake of his son, that experience will bring Kakarot back out and he'll remember what being a Saiyan who lives to fight and kill is like again. And the only reason he'd think that plan would work is if he assumed, BASED ON NO OBSERVABLE INTERACTION HE'D HAVE WITNESSED SINCE ARRIVING ON THE ISLAND, that Goku cares about his son. THAT'S the true Raditz, the Raditz who assumes based on nothing that his brother would love and value his son more than one hundred random strangers. It's the toxic masculinity of living around Nappa and Vegeta his whole life that makes Raditz think that "a real man Saiyan" SHOULD only care about battle that makes him think that engaging in senseless slaughter will wake Kakarot back up.
He's trying to impart this onto Goku because he wants Goku to join him. He's trying to turn Goku into a monster because that's what Raditz thinks he is, thinks that they both should be, so that they can fit in and be seen as worthy by the only two other Saiyans left in existence. He wants more than anything for Goku to join him so they can both go back to Vegeta and show those Elite's what they're worth. And Goku is rejecting him, rejecting his very nature as a Saiyan, CHOPPED OFF HIS OWN TAIL just so he could fit in with these weak earthlings?
Rejecting his family, his species, his heritage, and for what? So he can be a weakling who isn't worthy of standing next to the Elites?
So that he can leave Raditz alone with those two Elites who he can't possibly measure up against? Again?
He HAS to try and convince Goku to become a monster. That's the only solution, truly. Surely, once he sees how fun it is to commit genocide, he'll come around and be his brother again, right? After all that's what Saiyans are all about. He's a Saiyan, just like me, and we Saiyans HAVE to be this way otherwise we're not worthy, that's what those Elites have always said and they should know because they're the creme de la creme of Saiyan society! I have to be ruthless, I have to be obsessed with strength and power and nothing else, I have to be willing to kill my own brother and nephew otherwise I'm not a real man. And maybe, just maybe, if I show my poor brain damaged little brother that that's what we Saiyans are all about, maybe he'll Wake Up and come back to me and we can be a family again. A family of monsters.
The poison drips through.
#raditz#dragon ball#saiyans#dragon ball z#don't mind me just overthinking about this incredibly minor character that is never mentioned by the story ever again after he dies#and is considered a joke by the community at large#why is he my pet character lololol#blame the fact that he's always the first fight in every single Dragon Ball Z game and damn did I play a lot of those as a kid
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Lost Part Two | Vegeta x Reader |
part one | part three | part four | part five | part six
author's note: ok this has to be more than two parts bc i can't stop writing. i apologize if you find this to have too much 'filler'. i just want to flesh out relationships. also reminder that the canon timeline is not relevant in this story
pairing: vegeta x fem!reader
warnings: light nsfw mentions but nothing explicit or graphic
You brush your son's bangs from his eyes. He's got the same hairstyle as his father, except for one loose section of hair that curls down right between his eyes. He's small for his age, like his father was, but you're sure he'll hit the growth spurt Vegeta never did and resemble his grandfather King Vegeta.
You sigh and wait for your husband to return from his mission briefing, gazing out at the lower-class Saiyans from your balcony on the castle. You'd heard some troubling concerns from Bardock, the planet's perhaps most reputable scientist. Though his reputation had taken a hit several years ago after sending his son Kakarot off-planet and being unable to locate him again, you couldn't ignore the genuine concern in his voice when he'd spoken to you last.
"I believe Frieza means to eradicate the Saiyan race."
You look down at your sleeping son, Vegeta the Fifth, and sigh. You'd expressed your concern to your husband before, but he dismissed you, having little trust in Bardock's conspiracy.
"Do not concern yourself with such foolishness! Frieza will not do a thing to us, I promise you that!"
"I don't think we can ignore this." You whisper to the boy in your arms.
The door to the bedroom busts open, and you turn to go back inside. Vegeta's back, gathering his few items for his latest mission. He glances at you while you lay your son in your bed before carefully picking up your lady's favor and approaching you.
"My lady." He murmurs, offering the handkerchief. You sigh and take it from him, placing a kiss to it and tucking it in between your breasts.
"Vegeta…"
"This mission won't be longer than a week." Vegeta shakes his head, knowing you'll just bring up that stupid conspiracy theory again. "I will be back before you and the boy have a chance to miss me."
Your fists clench, but you don't press the issue further, due to the sleeping toddler and the fact that if Vegeta were to die on his mission, you wouldn't want an argument to be the last conversation you have with him. Vegeta cups your cheek with his gloved hand and softens his eyes.
"Do not worry, my Princess. I will return."
You place your hand atop his, looking into his eyes. "Say goodbye to V."
Vegeta turns to the bed, picking up his boy. His eyes shine with his outstanding pride. "My son." He whispers, brushing that loose bang from his face. The toddler stirs at the movement, opening his dark eyes and blinking at his father.
Vegeta's smile is small, though genuine. "You will be a great warrior when you are grown. Father will be gone for a short while. Be good to your mother, understand?"
"Pa…" The boy yawns, stretching and snuggling closer to his father. Vegeta chuckles softly and squeezes gently.
"Yes, it's me. Get your rest, my son. I will see you again in a week's time." Vegeta lays the boy back in the bed, tucking him in snugly on his own side of the bed, to keep it warm until his return.
"Nigh'-nigh'..." V waves at his father, opening and closing his chunky hand adorably.
Vegeta brushes the backs of his fingers along his baby's chunky cheek, standing straight again and looking at you. "I need to hurry now and go."
You take his hand and remove the lady's favor from your breast, tucking it into his fist now that it's sure to have your scent for a while. "I love you, my Prince. Please keep yourself safe, and mind that ego of yours."
"Tch, you still underestimate me after knowing me for over twenty years." Vegeta shakes his head and leans down for a brief kiss, only for you to grasp the back of his head and pull him close again for a longer, passionate kiss.
The bad feeling in your gut hasn't disappeared a bit.
Vegeta kisses you back with equal passion, his hands clutching your waist. He inhales what he can of you. His wife. His mate. His child's mother. Your smell intoxicates him, and if he doesn't let go soon he'll certainly be late. With only great strength and willpower is he able to remove himself from you entirely. He tucks your favor into his skin-tight suit, placing it right over his heart.
You sit at the end of the bed, rubbing V's belly soothingly while Vegeta finishes dressing himself in his armor. He's settled into his normal, battle-ready demeanor, his eyes hardened and ready for his mission. He spares you one last glance and salutes before he walks out of the bedroom and to the war room.
You lay beside V, watching his chest rise and fall. He's so young, has a whole life ahead of him… Heir to the throne… Your baby boy…
Your jaw clenches tightly as you make up your mind. As soon as Vegeta's out of orbit, you and V are leaving Planet Vegeta until the end of your husband's mission.
And on the day you were set to return, the day Vegeta was supposed to have been home, you hear the news that Frieza did exactly as Bardock said he would, wiping out your entire glorious Saiyan race and taking not only Planet Vegeta with them, but your chances of reuniting with your husband.
You may never forgive him.
You burn gold right before young V's eyes.
"Let me go." You growl, Vegeta behind you with a hand on your tail and his other arm around your shoulders. He's pressed tightly against you still, his grip not slacking even a bit. He's certainly gotten stronger in the twenty years you've been apart.
"No." He says against your shoulder.
"I need to fight." You strain against him, fists clenched. "Now."
"You can fight me!" Goku grins.
"No, I want to fight him." You seethe. You wrench yourself away from Vegeta, but he's also faster than he used to be. He's in front of you and grasping your wrists before you know it.
"You mean to maim me." Vegeta growls, looking at your face once again. Your eyes lock with his and you swallow thickly. He's… Everything you remember. Strong. Striking. Handsome.
"As you deserve." You whisper, pure heat behind the words.
"You have a wife?!" Bulma shouts. Vegeta ignores her, but your head snaps in her direction as you remember where you are.
At Goku's home. Surrounded by his friends. With Vegeta's apparent new wife and son.
Your teeth clench so hard you may break them when you lay your eyes on Trunks. Your mate has laid with another, leaving your son a bastard. You gaze at Bulma with hatred for her existence, at the woman that slept with the man you've loved your entire life. That carried the Prince's new child. Your replacement.
You cry out the scream of a broken heart, your throat raw and lungs empty. How dare he. Your body burns with anger, hair uncontrollably going in and out of the glowing gold of Super Saiyan, bile threatening to come up at the idea of what your mate had to do to produce that halfling. You rip yourself free of Vegeta's hold at the idea of it, blasting off into the sky. Vegeta sneers and clenches his fists, flying off right behind you.
"Oh no you don't!" He yells. "You are done running away from arguments, woman!"
Bulma sits down, lightheaded and only barely holding onto the baby. Chi-Chi swiftly takes Trunks before he can be dropped and sits beside her friend, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Bulma…"
"I… I just can't believe it. He's never said anything about his life, except that he's tHe PrInCe oF aLl SaIyaNs. I…" She puts her face in her hands. "We were really getting somewhere. He started being more present for Trunks; he even held him last night. He's been sleeping in the same bed as me for almost a week now. And now he suddenly has a wife?! What the hell do I do about that?! He's mine!"
Chi-Chi sighs. She doesn't know what to make of it. Bulma obviously gets a claim on him, as the mother of his son… But you are the man's wife. He's the one you were missing, even when you didn't know yourself. And Vegeta did say he believed you were dead, and was evidently ready to move on… But the way he held you was unlike anything she's ever seen of him. He was soft. Intimate. You aimed to kill him, and he never laid a harmful hand to you. No doubt about it that he holds love for you. Even in the way he yelled at you, indicating your habit of running away, held familiarity and softness, easily seeming to pick up where your relationship left off.
She looks around at the rest of the guests, who are awkwardly standing around and trying not to talk about what they just witnessed. "The food is going to get cold, everyone. Eat!"
Chi-Chi looks to the baby and sighs again. Her only true hope is that Vegeta won't abandon him again, and that you won't do something drastic and try to destroy the Earth.
But all she can do is hope.
Vegeta glares at Nappa as he speaks into his scouter several feet away. He's ready to go the hell home and see you and V once again, hoping you'll be over that damn Bardock's conspiracy theory. He sighs in annoyance, a growl emanating at the base of his throat. He holds your lady's favor to his nose, closing his eyes and biding his time to go home, while the scent of you intoxicates him just always. He's been hooked since way before you were officially mated, been keen on your pheromones longer than he can remember, been yours since the day you met.
He never expected to actually fall in love when his father introduced him to his betrothed, an upper-class Saiyan girl that was the daughter of one of the king's most trusted advisors. But when he offended you with the first sentence he spoke, you'd punched him squarely in the jaw and dared him to do it again.
Vegeta smiles blissfully into your handkerchief at the memory, opening his eyes and tucking it away when Nappa's shadow forms before him. He stands and sneers at the man. "What the hell is the holdup?!"
"Prince…" Nappa sighs. "Frieza destroyed the planet. That's what the call for regrouping was for. All of the Saiyans are gone."
Vegeta zones out, his ears ringing. Bardock… Wasn't being ridiculous? He was right?! His father, the Saiyans, the planet…
You and V.
Dead.
Vegeta lets out a roar so heartbreakingly raw and emotional, his entire body tense and feeling like he'll burst into flames. His eyes water and his hair begins to glow. Nappa's eyes widen.
"Vegeta…"
"My baby boooooooooy!" Vegeta howls, his throat burning while he falls roughly to the ground, knees thumping into the grass. His breathing is heavy and labored, the desire to kill Frieza his number one priority now as his heart is clenched in the jaws of his grief. He sees your face in his mind, the way you looked at him before he left for the last time, and his poor heart overflows with too many emotions to handle, emotions he's never felt before. He lets out another scream that's passionate, angry, one that leaves his men's ears ringing across the entire planet they'd just pillaged.
He glows gold right before Nappa's eyes.
Vegeta's right behind you, close enough he can feel the tears flying from your face and onto his. His heart pumps furiously as his head still comprehends what's happened. How could he not sense you from the moment you came to Earth? Has he become so numb? So broken of a man, of a mate?
And what of his son? Is he still alive?? Had he become the strong, strapping Saiyan he was primed to be since birth? Where is his baby boy?
Trunks flashes through his mind. Vegeta grimaces; does he feel ashamed now, for his action of creating the boy in the first place? With a woman he isn't sure he loves? His son will be strong, no doubt, halfling or not. Though as he watches each time Gohan fights, every time Gohan's emotions rage, he's begun to believe perhaps half-Saiyans could be… Stronger. They're far more prone to their emotions than full-blooded Saiyans, hence why there were no Super Saiyans on Planet Vegeta.
But what of Vegeta the Fifth?
"Where's V?" Vegeta shouts as he trails you still, boosting into Super Saiyan to catch up. "Where's our boy?!"
"He's a boy no longer." You growl, powering up yourself and flying away faster.
She is one sexy Super Saiyan… When the hell did she become a Super Saiyan?!
"Woman, so help me if you don't get back here…!" Vegeta threatens.
"You've already destroyed my heart, what more could you do?!"
Vegeta cannot ignore the pang in his heart at your jab. Had he known you were off planet that day, he would've searched every star until he found you, Frieza's consequences be damned. But you've lost your trust in him, your own mate. It's unlikely you'd believe him at this point, when you're in a state of such shock and heartbreak.
"Listen to me! I have answers for you, and you have the answers I need too. I am your husband, dammit, not your enemy!"
You stop in your tracks, Vegeta nearly crashing into you. You feel his breath against your neck, feel the aura of his transformation tickle your spine. He doesn't hesitate to hold your hips and press his warm body to yours. Your bodies shiver as you come together, fit just like puzzle pieces. Perfectly designed to match, always.
Vegeta moves his face to your neck, nosing the mating scar from his bite nearing a quarter-century old. He's woozy at your scent, nearly drunk at what faded from his lady's favor many, many years ago. Your eyes grow heavy at the contact, your fangs itching to bite his scar, craving to reconnect right down to your very soul.
"I know." He whispers. "I know you're hurt. I don't ask for or expect forgiveness, but I do believe I deserve a chance to explain myself and what I've done for the last two decades. Hate me all you want, but hear me out first. If I deserve anything, it's that. I assure you, I haven't been hiding."
"Fine." You whisper, powering down and hanging your head.
"Just relax, princess." Vegeta murmurs and next thing you know, he's swung you into a bridal carry and started flying off to somewhere.
You close your eyes, exhausted already from all the cooking, and then the rush of memories, the adrenaline, the fighting, it all only drained your energy more. Before you can convince yourself not to, you drift off to sleep in the arms you've dreamt of for far too long.
You hum softly as you dry yourself off from your bath, thankful to get a moment alone. Vegeta's been on a string of missions lately, and you rarely allow a servant to handle your boy. You're the personification of a typical Saiyan mother; protective of your baby to the point where you even hesitate to allow his father to hold him sometimes. But after a week of being the only caretaker for V, you're worn down and your guard is low enough to leave Vegeta alone with the baby for a while.
You pull a robe over yourself and leave the bathing room, tucking your hands in the pockets as you head back to the bedroom. You peek inside and smile; Vegeta has the baby on his belly, while he lays before him, doing push-ups as he speaks to his boy.
"Now, son, watch closely. Your chest shouldn't touch the ground but should be close. Keep your body entirely straight and drop down until your elbows are at this angle, see?"
You chuckle to yourself as warmth blossoms through you. Oh, if the boyhood Vegeta could see this! "Darling, he just learned how to hold his head up." You step into the room, sitting in Vegeta's armchair and crossing your legs over.
"Tch, he's learning anyway. He even tried to do one earlier!"
"Riiiiiight." You wink playfully, leaving your husband to salaciously smirk at you. He moves to his knees and crawls toward you slowly, grasping one of your feet between his hands and rubbing carefully.
"You take me for a liar?" He questions. One of his eyebrows perks at you, a clear warning in the movement.
"I take you to be a man who exaggerates often." You challenge.
"Oh-ho. I see."
Next thing you know, you're ripped from the chair and pinned beneath Vegeta. You smack his chest, glaring daggers his way. "You filthy beast of a man!"
Vegeta just laughs darkly at you. "Such foul language, with our son right in front of you."
You tilt your head back against the hardwood flooring and look at V, who is smiling at you, his first tooth crowning in his bottom gum. You smile at the boy as Vegeta resumes his lesson.
"Alright, son. Back to business."
And as Vegeta does his push-ups with you trapped beneath him, kissing you each time he lowers himself, you realize that this time, Vegeta wasn't exaggerating a thing.
"I'll be damned, he almost did a push-up."
"I told you, woman!"
Vegeta swallows thickly as he patiently waits for you to wake from your dreams. His entire body is buzzing inside and out, heart thumping in a rhythm sure to kill him, should he not relax. But it's hard to see you before him, alive. Alive and well, and just as beautiful as you were the last time he saw you. His head still spins at the whole thing, his beloved lady's favor carefully clutched between his fingers.
He'd spent nearly twenty years alone, the ideas of love and sex far from his mind. Never mind that he had no time for it while under Frieza or his time spent on Namek trying to kill the dictator, he simply never thought of it. He was thoroughly in his plan of staying alone and mourning you and V for the rest of his days. He'd even managed to collect the Dragon Balls one time and wished you both back alive, but all that damned Shenron said to him was that his precious family could not be brought back to life.
That damn dragon sure liked to pick and choose when he'd monkey paw a wish.
He closes his eyes and holds the handkerchief to his nose, an action that'd been comforting him for years on end. He'd stopped using your favor sometime ago; if he chooses to be honest with himself, he can pinpoint exactly the day he stopped.
It was the day he first hooked up with Bulma.
He'd never tell her, but when he was in that bed with her on that night, he thought of you during his climax and it completely ruined his mood, vomit clawing up his esophagus when he finished. He felt like a filthy animal, doing something like that to you. Dead or not, you were still his beloved, etched into his heart and soul completely.
Vegeta exhales shakily, a headache throbbing against his skull. He's tired; it's to be expected after such overwhelming contact with his bonded mate after twenty years. Yet he won't allow himself any rest, doesn't feel like he deserves to lay down while you're here with him. He especially doesn't want to risk you changing your mind and sneaking away while he's asleep.
And he needs your answers. He so terribly wants to see his son, all grown up and a strong Saiyan warrior like his father. His fatherly instinct has been questionable at best, he knows that. While V was planned, desired, his heir… Trunks simply…
Vegeta sighs. Trunks deserves a better father, and as he is his father, he's no choice but to man up and be that better father to Trunks. When Bulma revealed her pregnancy, he spiraled and abandoned her for months on end, off in space and spazzing so much he spent weeks at a time in Super Saiyan.
He'd made a personal vow recently, to be present for his son and Bulma. His feelings surrounding the woman were another thing entirely; too complicated for him, and he's failing running away from the webs stringing inside his heart. Does he love her? He doesn't know. He's come to care for her, certainly. She gave him a home despite his terrible deeds, has fallen in love with him, a dangerous, awful man, and continues holding that love even with his horrible attitude and shitty behavior.
But then, as life always did, a monkey wrench was thrown into his plans and you came back from the dead! Only you were never dead! Wonderful! Great! He's so happy to be alive!
Every time I try to turn over a new leaf, the LEAF FUCKS ME.
"Stop screaming, I can hear you." You mutter. You were surprised your bond was still that strong after all this time, that you can be half asleep and feel his internal emotions, just know out of pure instinct that he's having one of his famous rants. You've always sworn you could almost hear a whisper of his voice when he was like that.
"Go back to sleep, woman." Vegeta rubs his eyes, his quip rolling off his tongue with ease. Somehow it felt like no time passed between you at all.
"Who can sleep when you're strung out this badly? You should take a nap of your own."
"Sleep is-"
"FoR tHe WeAk." You mock. "Sleep is for annoying husbands with too many thoughts."
Vegeta falters. If one was to get technical, your marriage didn't exist the second Planet Vegeta was lost. But you still call him your husband… Just as he always thought of you as his wife, even before marriage and long after he thought you dead. His heart sears, the throbbing pain in his skull amplified by just how much more complicated the situation became with just a few sentences.
"I won't say a word if you don't get in this bed and rest." You mutter, laying on your side to turn away from him. "You're frazzling my nerves all over again."
Vegeta sighs, though ultimately doesn't debate the morality of if he should or shouldn't for long. He kicks off his boots and peels away his armor and gloves before sliding under the cover with you.
"Also… Where are we?" You mumble, able to feel the heat of his Saiyan blood even with the gap and the clothing between you.
"I found this cabin sometime ago. It's where I go to clear my head now, instead of space. Nobody knows about it." Your husband murmurs, closing his eyes.
"Mm." You feel the haze of sleep washing over you again, and your tail attempts to twine with your mate's.
Your eyes fly open and you've rolled him to his back, straddling him and gripping his neck in the blink of an eye. You bare your fangs at him, the primal, feral side of you threatening to jump out.
"Where's your tail?" You growl, mere inches from his face.
Vegeta's eyes are wide, briefly pausing at just how arousing that was. But he's soon baring his own fangs and pushing against your hold.
"A fat bastard cut it off years ago." He seethes. He definitely misses his tail, no doubt. He feels less of a Saiyan this way, feels embarrassed that you've witnessed him so naked and lacking.
"I'll kill him." Your words ghost over his lips, your faces even closer now.
"Be my guest." Vegeta smirks.
"These humans have mutilated you." Your eyes are clouded, caught in your feral biology and distaste for a weaker race.
Vegeta smooths his hand up the curve of your back, stopping his hand at the base of your neck and squeezing gently. "Come down, princess. I can't stop you if you turn into your Great Ape."
The shiver down your spine is unable to be repressed, chilling you head to toe; his long, nimble fingers have just the right spot, the perfect pressure to calm you without weakening you, like when he grasped your tail before. As far as he knew, it wasn't due to any specific Saiyan biology; it was all you, one of the things that made you so unique and had kept him exploring your body and mind for years, never risking a dull moment.
"I promised you rest for answers." He reminds you. "You'd better hold up your side."
"Mm, yeah, fine… Whatever…" You yawn and collapse when he releases you, your face lined perfectly to tuck your face into the crook where his mating scar is, nuzzling his neck as the powerful perfume of him leaves you hazy, too lightheaded to be angry at the situation for now.
Vegeta's arms come around you, and below his lids his eyes shimmer. He always tried bargaining with faith, offering plenty of ridiculous things like changing his ways, or promising to actually save someone, always asking to trade himself instead.
And here you are, and he didn't have to do any of that shit! Relief isn't even the word.
When you wake up, the sky is only illuminated by the stars, and Vegeta has done the exact thing he'd always done; he's flipped you over and covered your body with himself, protecting you even when he's deep in slumber. You smile at the warmth he's giving, and he stirs lightly, pushing his face closer to yours, and without missing a beat you press a kiss to his cheek.
As much as things change, they remain the same.
Vegeta rests against you, stomach rumbling. You groan and realize your own hunger, poking at his shoulder blade. "Get up… I'm hungry."
He groans and with a huff, pushes off of you and out of bed. He only slips his boots on, and walks to the door. You're up and adjusting the straps of your tank top, slipping into the flats Chi-Chi's gifted you before following Vegeta out.
You grimace. Are you even welcome anymore? You've run off again, and your friend has more than shown her distaste for that habit. How close is she to Bulma? Has she sided with her, viewing you as opposition now?
You shake your head and walk alongside Vegeta to a stream. Frankly, being accepted by your found 'family' wasn't the biggest priority. You build a small fire and, while Vegeta practically depopulates the stream, ready the fish for cooking. You wait patiently for his first line of questions, mind ready to explode now that you get to ponder, for the first time, the events that led you to this planet.
"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving Planet Vegeta?" He mutters calmly as he waits for another fish to swim on by.
"You didn't believe Bardock. You already thought I was ridiculous, and I didn't want to fight with you before a mission. If you died and we lived, how do you think I would feel?"
Vegeta's sigh rumbles in his chest. He knows himself, and while it's hard to not view the past with the 20/20 hindsight, he's well aware of how he'd have behaved. He's got enough shame to duck his head and give you an understanding nod.
"I'd have come for you." He murmurs. "I would have spent the entire rest of my life searching for you, if I knew there was a chance."
You look at the fish you've cleaned. "I didn't know if you were alive or not until the news about Frieza's death got around." You just know he's smirking, proud that you found Frieza dying synonymous with himself.
"Good." Oh, you missed that ego…
It's quiet again, but companionable. Your husband catches a few more fish to cook; it's not the best meal to be had, with no seasonings, side dishes, or wine in sight, but it works enough. The fire crackles between you, flicks of ember flying around each time your eyes meet. Vegeta always looked striking in the moonlight, you felt, though something about the dim, warmer aura that surrounds him now speaks to you more.
"How did you end up on Earth?" You hum, twiddling with one of the sticks you'd used for a skewer.
Vegeta grimaces at the memory, eye twitching at the memory of the journey with Nappa. "Radish-boy failed in his mission to recruit Kakarot. And before he died, we heard him speaking of the Dragon Balls, and we came for them."
"The what?"
Vegeta blinks. "Odd that they hadn't thought of using them for your memory. Hell, a Senzu Bean likely would've worked." He shakes his head, bringing two fingers up to his throbbing temple. "Idiots. Actually, what they should have done was tell me the instant they found a damn Saiyan, not two months later after I'm invited to a damn cook-"
"Vegeta." You deadpan. "Get on with the explanation already."
"This planet has Dragon Balls. You collect all seven, you make a wish to a dragon and it grants it. Supposed to grant it." He grinds his teeth together as his mind pours over the logistics at the possibility of killing Shenron.
You blink. "I already believed in the magic beans, Vegeta. A wish-granting dragon? Come on, now."
"I've seen it myself, princess." He mutters, staring at the stream. The sound of it running is calm, his heartbeat following suit. "It's brought me back to life. I attempted to bring you and V back with it, but the rat bastard just told me it couldn't be done, and didn't say it was because you weren't dead in the first damn place."
"I should kill it." You mutter. You miss the quirk of Vegeta's lips. He loves when you want to kill things. He bites his lip, losing that gentle pacing of his heart quickly.
"You know what I'm going to ask next." He whispers, turning his head only slightly to look at you.
The stick in your fingers bends at your touch; any more pressure and it'll snap entirely. You're hesitating. Vegeta knows it. And he's dreading the answer. He looks back at the water, the question on the very tip of his tongue, anxiety weighing it down. But you very obviously won't answer him until he specifically asks.
Your chest burns, heart pumping hard and your jaw clenching. Your arms feel light, fingers almost airless as the anticipation builds in your body. You close your eyes and see your son's face. He looks just like his father, minus that one little swirl of his bangs… And that made it all that much worse.
"Is V alive?" Vegeta spits out, his knee bouncing up and down. His tongue slips between his teeth and he bites down, his clenched fist slamming down on the log he was sitting at.
The stick snaps, and suddenly there's a bright light shining above you both. It's Goku, glowing in his Super Saiyan form. "I found them!" He calls out, and there's suddenly a helicopter beside him, with Bulma, Chi-Chi, and baby Trunks inside. Gohan flies by his father, a very worried look on his face
It's loud now, the sound of the copter drowning out even the thumping of Vegeta's heartbeat. Your husband growls and stands, damn near ready to strike. "Why are you here?!"
"You guys were gone for three days!" Gohan yells back, and Vegeta blinks. He hadn't realized the 'nap' had been that long; the science on Saiyan mating wasn't well-researched in the event of parting. It was widely believed one would simply die if they lost their mate, as they'd merely lose their energy and drive until they wasted away from the loss. At least, that's all that had ever happened in the rare case a pair of mates did not die together.
Are Saiyan elites simply built different?
He also has no idea what you were going to say, what was so close to being revealed, and he panics. "Answer me, woman!" He looks back at you, fingers twitching with urgency. He needed that information now, before the moment was entirely ruined by Kakarot and Bulma's pushy presence. "Is my son alive?!"
You toss the twigs in the fire, your eyes mirroring the flames. "Who do you think beat me to a pulp in the first place?"
#vegeta x reader#vegeta x you#vegeta#dragon ball#dragon ball super#dragon ball z#fem!reader#dbz#db#dbs#fic#lost#i will never stop referencing dbza
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Your fiery nature
Another Vegebul ficlet written for the Vegebulocracy's D&D event. I would've finished it yesterday, but I've been struck down by a virus.
The prompt I used for this is obviously rage. This piece is rated somewhere between T and M. Nothing explicit or sexual, but very direct about the topic of sex.
Can also be read here on AO3.
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Vegeta didn't think he would ever have anything in common with the Earthlings. He knew there were similarities between him and Kakarot given their shared race, but he'd been more than disappointed by how corrupted the third class Saiyan had been by the humans. There was very little of his heritage in his blood, beside the physical attributes he reaped the benefits of.
No, there wasn't anyone on this forsaken planet that could measure up to the Prince of All Saiyans.
Or so he'd thought.
The first time he felt the strange sense of kinship was when Baldy was visiting the compound. The small so-called warrior (although Vegeta begrudgingly admitted that he was the only one he carried a tiny amount of respect for - he had at least been ready to kill Vegeta until Kakarot stopped him) hadn't turned his back to Vegeta the entire time he was there; a good instinct to be honest. The midget's fear of him was justified. The Prince was the most dangerous being in the entire universe.
He hadn't paid attention to the conversation, only watched as the Earthlings interacted with each other. Maybe it could prove useful in the future. But it appeared that Baldy said something to the woman that made her angry. Her voice rose to mind-boggling shrillness as her eyes threw daggers at the midget and her mouth spewed the most heinous things at him.
The tiny man was quick to respond, backing away in fear of her wrath, and actually turned his back to Vegeta, leaving him open to attack. In fact, the bald man backed directly into Vegeta where he was leaning against the wall. Baldy didn't even flinch when he felt himself collide with the genocidal alien, still keeping his attention on the furious woman.
Vegeta was frankly offended. Why was a warrior afraid of a person as weak as her? She practically had no ki at all.
He pushed the midget to the side, possibly through the wall, and approached the hysterical female. Her rage was no match to his and, though he'd given his word that he would do no harm to her and her family, he wasn’t going to let her behave this way in front of him. Her screeching was awful to his ears and her language some of the foulest he'd heard in his life, but he would stop her. He shouted with all his might that she better shut up right this instant.
She quieted a moment, her blue eyes zeroing on him with blinding white rage, and then she directed everything at him. Her ferocity shocked him and, even as he returned her fire, she didn't back down, not once.
He'd never experienced anything like it. No one, even Frieza, had ever spoken to him like that. But he suddenly found something in another that he could relate to: an intense and burning rage.
She was magnificent. A wildfire hidden right beneath the surface of her deceptively weak appearance. In spite of the insults he flung at her, he was enchanted by her fiery nature.
After their fight somehow came to an end (which might have ended with him walking away in anger after she'd threatened to dismantle the gravity room), he felt invigorated in a whole new way. He knew that he would never look at her the same way again.
It quickly became clear to him that it wasn't just Baldy who feared the force of her wrath. Her little boytoy lost all his (unearned) bravado whenever her temper spiked, Kakarot would immediately do his best to placate her and even the Namekian was quick to disappear at signs of her nasty behavior.
Vegeta could never act so cowardly. He stood his ground and gave back, making her rage flare to almost explosive levels. It caused a strange sensation in him, an attraction to her that he eventually acknowledged had something to do with his Saiyan genes. The women of his race had been fierce and unafraid of even the greatest warrior, no matter how inferior their strength was. And Bulma’s steely gaze and cutting words made him feel more at home than he ever had before.
He began seeking her out, goading her into fight after another, relishing the sparks flickering between them as they exchanged blows.
It inevitably became physical, albeit in a way he was unfamiliar with. Not that it stopped any of them from pursuing this new passionate dance. They wrestled for dominance every time and it blew his mind every time. It drew him even more to her, much to his chagrin.
Over the time spent together, they learned not to come to blows at every turn. It took the birth of their infant child and the death of their future son for them to find a peaceful co-existence. They still argued, often to the point that the other inhabitants would clear out for a while until the dust had settled. It was usually after they'd aggressively worked things in a physical manner.
At times they'd be forced to put their quarrels to the side. Those were his favorites. She would pounce at him at an unexpected moment, push him into the mattress, a wall or wherever she attacked, wrath burning in her eyes, and put her whole body into releasing that anger at him. She would move like a wild beast, scratch and bite at him, pull his hair and even yell at him while they both reached the peak.
She was glorious, a true Queen worth of any throne, passionate and strong in all ways that mattered. He was lucky to have found a woman whose temper could match his own if not outdo him. After all, her rage could even make a god cower in fear. And Vegeta wouldn't have it any other way.
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