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nocoffeeorbreakfast · 2 years

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The Saiyan Meal Plan

Trunks x Reader x Vegeta

TW: Dubcon themes, but the reader is into it. Dark Themes. Degradation, Spit kink, Blood, Oral (fem/male! receiving) Pegging, Threesome, Hair pulling, Daddy Kink Switch!Reader, Bottom to Top!Trunks, Top to Bottom!Vegeta.

AN: Trunks is MEAN and Vegeta is DISRESPECTFUL(.reader is a switch being called daddy,) this really REALLY got out of pocket... don't read if you have a problem, you were warned.

Future Trunks - always the sweetest, kindest, boyfriend you could ask for. The perfect combination of sweet with just a hint of hard when he needed to be. Travels timelines to be with you, and is even sweet enough to switch for you. Unfortunately, (depends who you ask) this is when his hot-headed, prideful, angry father catches you two.

Trunks on all fours in front of you, eyes closed tight, neck craned from you pulling his long lavender hair, your lips close to his ear in a smile while your strap is deep inside him.

"Who's your daddy, baby?"

"Mmmm you are... "

"The fuck she is!!!" Vegeta roars from the door. Trunks eyes snap open and he falls away from you and jumps off the bed in an instant.

"Uh... dad... it's not what it looks like!"

Vegeta pushes past him in a huff, comes right up to you, and grabs your hair forcing you to look up at him.

"How dare you. He has Saiyan royal blood flowing through his veins, and you dare make him behave as such?"

"He likes it..." I stare him right in his eyes, full of defiance despite the fire raging in his. He leans down to whisper in my ear. My breath catches.

"Seems you need a Saiyan prince to show you your place."

Trunks watches, confused as to what is happening. His dad was clearly angry, but why is he so close to y/n?

"Trunks you have royal Saiyan blood, you should never be on your knees. A true Saiyan makes a bratty bitch like this know her place."

What?! He still hasn't let go of my hair, not that I'm complaining. Trunks may be my boyfriend, but his dad.... well his dad has always been DADDY in my eyes.

"Father, you don't understand.... we uh... um... we take turns."

"Show me."

"What?!" Trunks and I yell in unison.

Vegeta lets go of my hair, but doesn't move away from me, just barely takes his eyes off of me.

"Show me how you take turns. It's no way you're able to tame a bitch like this. No way you could ever make someone like this behave properly. You're too weak. You're not a Saiyan prince. That's probably why you were on your knees because y/n wears the pants."

I look over at Trunks. His scowl is deep. I see the fury in eyes. A fury I've only seen a few times. He's pissed. Incensed would be a better word judging by the look he's giving his father. He walks over to Vegeta stares him in his eyes, then he reaches down and grabs the back of my throat and forces his dick in my mouth.

"Show him how you suck this Saiyan's dick."

God, there's that switch I love in him so much. That hint of mean that makes my pussy drip. The brat in me wants to resist, but I know I can't in this moment. Plus, he's already down my throat. I start working him and out of my mouth, smiling sweetly up at him. His grunts make me hum in the back of my throat. He looks to his dad for validation, but Vegeta has no focus for him. Instead Vegeta leans down to my ear.

"You enjoy having a Saiyan in your mouth don't you? You should feel privileged."

His breath on my ear makes my heartrate rise. One of his hands grabs my wrists and holds them behind me. His other hand finds it's way back into my hair and he pushes me further onto Trunks dick. I frantically look up at Trunks. I see Trunks eye twitch just as he pumps into me harder. They fall into tandem with each other, using my mouth. Trunks angrily thrusting into me while Vegeta forces my head onto him. I don't know which part has me stressed the most; Trunks staring at me with so much fury in his eyes while choking me or Vegeta assisting whispering instructions (commands), in my ear.

"As a Saiyan, I expect you to fill this brat's mouth and keep going. As my son, you better not die."

Trunks growls as he picks up speed, slamming into my face so hard I fear my lip will burst.

"Don't you let a fucking a drop of this Saiyan come leave your mouth."

"If it were me, I'd make sure she didn't swallow it until she's earned it." Vegeta says from the side of my face. My brain screams.

"Don't swallow until I fucking tell you to, bitch."

Trunks screams as he grabs the other side of my hair and Vegeta grips the other side tighter as Trunks fills my mouth. Tears stream down my face and I struggle to hold it all in my mouth. There's so much, god...

Trunks falls away from me, gasping for air, eyes closed tight. My head drops as I desperately try to breathe through my nose because my mouth is too full. Suddenly, Vegeta grabs my face and turns me towards him. Come slips from my mouth and down my chin.

"Oh look at that Trunks, she didn't listen. Why am I not surprised"

I want to scream but I can't. Vegeta is smiling at me. Trunks leans down grabs my face from Vegeta. He grabs the back of my head and forces his tongue in my mouth. Come shoots down my throat and a mixture of come and drool trickles down my chin. I whine into his mouth. He pulls away and I'm gasping. A string of drool connects him as he pulls away.

"That Saiyan come was just too much for that slutty little mouth, wasn't it? That's okay, I forgive you." My brain is running a mile a minute, trying to process what just happened. First of all, Trunks is NEVER quite that mean. Was it because of his dad??? And, we're not even going to think about the fact that man was in my ear while all this was happening. Part of me wants to be mortified, but then I'd have to ignore the puddle between my legs.

"Trunks I don't remember you giving this slut permission to come..."

Vegeta's fingers are in me, stretching my slick walls before I can process what's happening.

"She's basically a fountain down here. I would never allow her to come if it were up to me. The impudence to take it upon herself to seek pleasure without your permission. But I guess you are only half Saiyan so I can't expect much."

My eyes go to Trunks, questioning, trying desperately to hold back a moan. He watches us. Watches as his father's fingers work slowly in and out of me. His face is unreadable. He walks slowly to the side of me and leans down in my other ear.

"Did you come little one? Was the joy of my Saiyan dick too much for you to handle? Did you become so excited you came like a little slut?"

"I..."

"Don't you dare lie. I can feel how wet you are slut."

My eyes shoot to Vegeta, glaring.

"Shut..."

Vegeta slides a third finger in and my words leave me. My mouth drops open. Trunks gently touches my chin and turns my face towards him.

"Focus y/n. He didn't ask you a question, I did....

"DID"

"YOU"

"COME?"

Vegeta thrusts into me with each of Trunks' words. Tears stream down my face frustrated and full of emotion, I look at him.

"I couldn't help it."

Trunks closes his eyes and sighs. Vegeta *tchs* and stops pumping into me. He slides his fingers out of me so fast I whine. Trunks' eye twitches again and I instantly know that whine will be my undoing.

"Fucking slut."

Trunks grabs my hair and yanks me on all fours. He smacks my ass so hard it burns.

"You want to filled that badly? Just any Saiyan will do, even if it's not me?!"

"No... I was just shocked... I just..."

"Shut the hell up."

He grabs the back of my neck and slams my face down on the bed, putting my ass in the air, my dripping hole revealing any dignity I had left. His dick slams into me completely, all the way to the back. I feel his balls slap my ass.

"Since you want to be filled like a slut, I'll fuck you like one."

I don't get a moment to think before he starts ramming into me viciously. My mouth wants to scream but all that comes out are squeaks and gasps. I reach back instinctively and try to slow him down. He grabs my hand and presses it hard into my back.

"Fucking take it slut. You take every inch of this Saiyan dick."

Sound finally comes out of me as I wail loudly. I combination of a cry and a moan. He pulls my head back and leans down and kisses me hard. Afterwards he bites my lip and I taste blood. He turns my head back forwards and I see Vegeta, standing on the side of the bed, smiling down at me... His dick just mere inches from my face.

"Now you're really going to be filled. Don't you dare embarrass me."

Before I can respond, Trunks pushes my face to Vegeta's stomach. Vegeta's dick instantly cuts off my air supply. I choke and drool falls from my lips. Trunks pulls out of me a bit, taking my mouth up Vegeta's shaft with him. Then in one stroke I'm back nose to abs on Vegeta. He's holding the back of my neck so tight, it's probably already bruised. In and out, each vicious stroke sending me gagging on Vegeta. My eyes roll in the back of my head and I struggle to breathe. Finally, my knees give out and my body threatens to fall, but I'm split roasted between them unable to move more than a slight drop. Vegeta *tchs* echos in my head.

"Pathetic."

Vegeta slaps Trunks' hand away from my neck and I collapse on the bed. I sob into the bed and gasp for air. My relief is short lived. Vegeta grabs both sides of my face, lifts me up, and stares into my eyes.

"You're being given Saiyan royalty, not air. I better not feel any fucking teeth" He slams his dick back down my throat and looks at Trunks.

"Make sure you keep up if you can boy."

He begins fucking my face with somehow more intensity. Trunks grabs both sides of my waist and slams his dick into me. I cry out, but it only sounds like gurgling noises because Vegeta is so deep down my throat. Vegeta thrusts forward, pushing Trunks deeper in me and my body slacks. Trunks lifts my waists up so my knees are longer touching the bed and wraps my legs around his waist. I'm full blown crying and I feel something thicker on my face. I taste blood and I don't know if it's from my mouth, my nose, or both.

"Focus girl. You look like you want to pass out, but you wouldn't dare in the presence of a prince." Vegeta smirks down at me.

"Don't you fucking pass out bitch." Trunks barks behind me.

I cry out, but it's overshadowed by the embarrassingly loud wet noises coming from both ends of me, combined with what I can only describe as Saiyan grunting. My ears are ringing and I fight to keep consciousness.

"Do you feel her throat, father? Do you feel how she handles a Saiyan?"

Vegeta looks at me and *tchs*. God that sound makes my blood boil... and makes me drip. I grab Vegeta's waist and push him so far in my mouth, my teeth graze his stomach. He looks down at me shocked. I stare him dead in eyes, the challenge clear. I hear Trunks chuckle behind me.

"Greedy slut wants more. Are you not up to the task, father?"

I almost hear pride in voice, but the way he calls me a slut...

"If she wants more, I'll give her more than she can handle."

He pushes to the back of my throat and sits there. I instinctively try to push him away, but Trucks pushes me forward. I close my eyes and try to focus on the little breathing I'm able to do through my nose.

"I didn't say stop sucking."

"Show him y/n. Don't let me down."

That's definitely pride in his voice. That lights my fire. I tighten my grip on Vegeta and begin milking him with my throat. He growls down at me and for just a split second I see his eyes roll. I grab his balls and start massaging them and I know he's close. I suck harder looking up at him. Just as I start to taste his pre, he yanks out of my mouth. The movement is so sudden that I drop inhaling deeply.

"You don't deserve this princely come."

He pumps his dick over me and sprays me with thick, white, milky come. It's in my hair, down my neck, on my face... there's so much, it just doesn't stop. Trunks slides out of me and the rest of my body drops to the bed. Vegeta spits on the side of my face then he slaps me. He wipes my face hard, and shoves two fingers in my mouth. I taste a mixture of blood, tears, come, and I'm sure spit. I gag at the intrusion and taste. Vegeta laughs as he lays down on his stomach next to me, mumbling something about "taking turns, yeah right."

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I'm laying there. Well used like a ragdoll, exhausted, body on fire, when I feel Trunks gently roll me over on my back. I prepare for more, but when I look at him, I see my sweet Trunks. He wipes my face with a warm towel and kisses my forehead. When did he leave to get that? He places something crunchy in my mouth. He's saying something to me but I can't really focus and he's whispering.

"You're not done love."

Internally I wince, but nothing comes out of my mouth. He leans closer to my ear, I have to struggle to hear him.

"We have to show him. He still doesn't understand. I know you're not done, right? I'll help you."

I feel movement and I look down. One hand is rubbing my clit, not enough to come, but just enough to build the fire. The other hand is pouring lube all over the strap I truly forgot I was wearing. He strokes up and down it while whispering in my ear.

"He said you didn't deserve his come... said he'd give you more than you could handle... he called you pathetic.... he said you didn't deserve to come. He said you had a place."

I know it's bait. Know he's conveniently leaving out that he himself talked down to me. I know he gave me a senzu bean... I know all this, but that doesn't mean anything to the fire he's activated in me. Logic doesn't mean anything to the voice in the back of my head telling me that I should make Vegeta beg. I glance over at Vegeta. I'm pretty sure he's sleep, after all that talk smh. I look back at Trunks and nod in agreement. Trunks gets off the bed and walks to the other side, standing over Vegeta. He watches me roll over and place myself behind Vegeta. I look at Trunks, searching his eyes for assurance. He smiles at me. I slide two fingers into Vegeta's ass and lick slowly up his back. Vegeta jumps awake, but Trunks holds him down.

"Don't fight it, father."

"Just what the hell are you doing?!"

Vegeta tries to move, but Trunks has a tight hold on him. I find his prostate and begin massaging his g-spot. His legs relax just a bit and I notice a slight arch. I smile and spread his cheeks with my other hand. Without thinking, I slide my tongue in his hole. I fuck his ass with my fingers and tongue, stroking his g-spot. All the resisting leaves his body and the mewl that leaves his lips is music to my ears. I look up and Trunks is looking down at us, shock written all over his face. I sit up and position myself between his legs. Vegeta gets to his knees like he remembered he was supposed to break free, but once again Trunks tightens his hold on him.

"Where are you going prince? Didn't you like it? Wanna tell your son how two fingers went in without much resistance?"

Vegeta tries to look to Trunks but can't in this position.

"You said you wanted us to show you how we take turns. I should follow your orders right? Because you're a Saiyan prince right?"

"Don't you fucking dare slut." Vegeta growls at me.

I grab a handful of his hair and smile at him.

"Famous last words my dear prince."

I slam my strap in him and his body goes limp. I start stroking into him. Trunks holds his shoulders but watches me. I pump in and out of Vegeta with a vengeance, remembering every *tch* he made in my direction.

"You fucking bitch, how dare..."

"Yea, yea I know how dare I treat a Saiyan with royal blood as such, right? You're gonna find out why your son calls me daddy."

Trunks blushes and moves away. I expect Vegeta to move, but he doesn't. I want to see where Trunks is moving to , but my focus is on Vegeta. Holding his waist, stroking into him, thinking about how he looked down at me as he used and abused my mouth. Thinking about how wet he made me. I reach around and start stroking his dick in tandem with my strokes and pound harder. Slick sounds fill the room and my vision goes red.

Suddenly, my head is turned and Trunks is shoving his tongue in my mouth. The kiss is hard, wet, and sloppy, my hips slow.

"Don't stop, he asked for this. God you're so fucking sexy when you're like this."

He slides his hands down my waist and presses two fingers on my clit. I tense up and my hips stop. I feel Vegeta drop a bit. Trunks moves behind me and I feel his dick poking at my ass. He slides one hand down my arm and guides my hand to Vegeta's hair. I grab a handful and crane Vegeta's neck back towards me. Trunks hands move to my waist and leans in my ear. He licks it.

"Don't stop love."

He slams into me hard which pushes me into Vegeta just hard, both of us yell.

"A real Saiyan takes it, Father, and you're a prince right? Surely this lowly earth woman is not too much for you."

Trunks tightens his grip on my hips and strokes me faster. I can't help but stroke into Vegeta at the same speed. I feel Trunks chest pressed against my back and he's whispering in my ear.

"He said you didn't deserve to come little one. Are you going to take that? God I love how your hips move when you're stroking him. It feels so good when you're stroking me, now I know why. Remember how he looked down on you? Remember how he spit on you?"

Each question increases his speed, propelling each of my thrusts. He's right. Vegeta fucking spit on me!

"What are doing Trunks?"

"Shut the hell up, prince. You remember spitting on me after telling me I didn't deserve your princely come? Do you remember slapping me like I was nothing?"

My hips move on their own and Trunks moves to keep up with me, tightening his grip on my hips. Vegeta's eyes closed tight, gritting his teeth together. Trunks whispering into my ear.

"That's it baby. Fuck him up. You're doing so good. God, you're so fucking hot. So fucking tight. Don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop until he breaks."

I scream as I tighten my grip on Vegeta's hair. My hand working up and down his shaft as I feel him growing in it. His growling growing in volume as he starts to work back into me, pushing me back on Trunks who pushes me forward on him. This is the most unholy train.

"Vegeta when you come because I know you fucking will, you call me daddy."

"Like hell I will you fucking bitch."

I lean away from Trunks a bit and stroke Vegeta's dick harder and faster. Slapping sounds echo as I stroke him, as Trunks strokes me. I feel him growing inside me. He slides a hand between my legs and furiously works my clit.

"Don't stop little one. Make him come and I'll make you come."

I feel the pressure buliding in my stomach and I know I won't be able to go anymore once I explode. I stroke Vegeta vigorously, desperate for him to come before me. I use his pre to stroke him faster. His grunts and growls moving me faster as Trunks sends my body higher.

"Fucking helllll.... shit.... you fucking bitch..... arrrrgghhhhh fuck..... daddyyyyyyy." Vegeta roars as come bursts from his dick.

Trunks impales me harder, fingers working 100 mph.

"That's it little one, let it out."

I scream as my orgasm crashes out of me, stroking into Vegeta and onto Trunks as wave after wave of come wets everything between us. Trunks growls in my ear and shoots streams of come in my ass. All three of our voices fever pitch. Frustrations and release echo against the walls. We collapse in an entanglement of limbs and fluids. Three chests heaving, three sets of eyes closed. I'm seeing stars.

"That's how we take turns dad."

"Shut the hell up Trunks.

"I told you that you'd call me daddy prince."

Vegeta *tchs* and I laugh.

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metamelonisle · 1 year

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no cops at pride just the prince of all saiyans protecting what he values the most

#paint.txt #dbz #you may have broken my body... but there's one thing a saiyan always keeps... HIS QUEER PRIDE!!!!!!!!

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sielulintuu · 1 year

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Just trying to concept sketch an oc for a doofy old fanfic. We all need a guilty pleasure male!mother sometimes for Vegeta. ...right? Right.

(he's lying. he's not innocent. he's never innocent. the king is lucky to still be alive--oh wait) (also also, i can't draw babies goddammit but i had to 'cause the tail thing in my head was too cute to pass up T__T)

#saiyan oc #saiyans #vegeta #dbz #dbz fanart #also this guy is an asshole #smol angry things #mpreg #the last thing the king sees before his nose is broken #he's the reason we can't have nice things #i like to give vegeta dimples so i can say he got it from his mama #king vegeta #lines on a page

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turochamp · 1 year

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why do old people have like an infinite meter for getting pissed off about asinine bullshit

#i tap out at like one 15th of their possible rage they go like super saiyan over a broken ceramic mug that was 50cents

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freshthoughts2020 · 1 year

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“THE BROKEN SAIYAN” 🧦

SHOP: gettothecorner.com/welcome/thebrokensaiyan

#THE BROKEN SAIYAN #SUPER SAIYAN #BROLY #dragonball super: broly #DRAGONBALL #DRAGONBALL SUPER #GOKU #VEGETA #ART #FINE ART #STREETWEAR #ZARA #zara man #urban outfitters #target style

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astral-mariner · 5 months

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Vegebul headcanons: Vegeta fell for Bulma first

So lots of ppl in fanfic often write Bulma falling for Vegeta first. I see it the other way around.

The ship explodes while he's training, and he suddenly has all this downtime he never had while serving under Freeza. They've had surface-level conversations before, gotten at each other's throats over alien-human misunderstandings as well as serious moral and/or experiential differences. But while he's recovering, he gets a bit stir-crazy and just...finds himself around Bulma rather often, and they actually start to get to know each other.

Bulma finds him dark and mysterious---fascinating to her in an almost scientific way because he's so like a human but so different at the same time. She admires his tenacity; though he would never characterize himself as a victim, she knows he's faced grief and hardship, and carrying on with such clarity of purpose anyway is heartening in a way. Meanwhile, Vegeta just doesn't understand why this woman insists on talking to him, making sure he takes care of himself... He can understand her providing gear and housing---she and her friends need him for the upcoming battle. But the interest, openness, and basic kindness she displays baffles him, especially when he is a sworn enemy of Kakarot's. With Nappa and Raditz things were always complicated. So many roles and expectations with him being their prince. But with this Earth woman, there are no expectations at all. So he doesn't know what to do with her.

He won't let himself think of her as beautiful even if his eyes linger on her. He has just seen so few women like her. Certainly, he's never spent so much time with one either. Always on his way to a new planet. No real friends or consistency of any kind. That's not to say he regards her as a friend. Of course not. He tells himself that she's useful. She has resources, power. And she pursues her own ends with intensity and fearlessness---saiyan qualities he understands.

And then she's in his thoughts day and night. He thinks of her scent or her voice when he's trying to train, when he's lying awake and can't sleep. That sparkle in her eyes when he challenges her, but it doesn't shake her in the slightest. Her laugh, her little touches. He's head over heels for her long before they have sex, but he has no context for feelings like that. He just feels like he's losing his mind.

And it scares the shit out of him. How can he focus on transforming and defeating the one who took his birthright and Freeza's death from him when this woman is just fucking haunting him? He doesn't even know it's romantic attraction. He won't even accept that he's sexually attracted even though his body reacts to hers however fiercely he avoids looking at or touching her.

Meanwhile, Bulma has just broken up with Yamcha. She's not really in a place where she's thinking about a new relationship. She might want to have some fun here and there now that she's single, sure, but she's much more focused on the arrival of the Androids. Especially since she knows how hard her future self worked to warn everyone and give them a chance to have a different outcome than she did. And Vegeta is a powerful asset to have on her side. As much of a jerk as he can be, he works tirelessly to prepare himself for the battle, and helping him become stronger may make a difference in their survival.

Sure, it tickles her scientist brain to have an alien living on her property she can ask about space and otherworldly tech whenever she wants. And Vegeta himself has a fascinating (if dark and disturbing) personal history. He's not what she expects in some ways. Proud, and yet also very reserved and even shy. Aggressive and intense, but at the same time thoughtful, introspective, and so dedicated to his calling that she realizes it's a spiritual thing for him, perhaps even religious.

She finds herself enjoying his company even when she knows that she shouldn't. He's not exactly a true ally. He's not a good person. But he's just so...interesting. And he's more attractive than he seems to realize. She indulges a fantasy or two of what he might be like in bed. But it's not serious. She knows she shouldn't. It would never work out. It would be so fucking complicated and fraught for everyone involved. There's no way an alien man would have the same (or even compatible) ideas about relationships or sex. Even if Vegeta did, he'd never fucking tolerate having a frank conversation about it. He's really kind of a prude.

And yet...they spend more time with each other, and the tension between them just builds. Over months and months, it builds slowly but surely. And one day, it just fucking breaks. One evening, they end up closer than usual. Touching each other, and it gets really intense really fast. No time to really discuss where things are going or what anything means---they just need each other in that moment. And it works out. Somehow. It's almost too easy. Despite all the cultural differences. They have sex, and it feels...good.

For Vegeta, sexuality had previously always been something tainted with negativity. What's the point of having a drive for sex, after all, when you're the last of your kind, and fleeting pleasures are hardly more than distractions? But with Bulma, everything just felt so fucking right and good. Like finally getting to experience all the things he'd always wondered about and longed for even if he never admitted it to himself. Things he thought were impossible. Having sex in a situation where he had a real choice in the matter. With a woman when he had spent his whole life having to accept the fact that no saiyan women had survived. On top of everything, not only does he want her---desperately---but she wants him in return. How she squirms when he touches her, how her scent changes, how she trembles and whimpers when he gets to do all the things he never let himself want before.

It just completely and utterly unravels him, and he can't get enough of her. He thought that, just maybe, if he gave in and slept with her, she wouldn't fucking haunt him anymore, but it just gets fucking worse. He needs her like water. Like if he doesn't get to be in her presence and touch her, he will just fucking lose it even more than he already has. And it fucking terrifies him. He's only ever wanted one thing: to transform and make things right after Freeza destroyed everything. But now he's preoccupied, and he can't handle it. He doesn't know what to do. What any of it means. What he really wants out of any of it. And he has no idea what she wants either. Only that however many times he tries to stay away from her, they always end up tangled up again. He couldn't even tell her how he feels even if he wanted to because he's so clueless about what's happening to him.

Meanwhile Bulma is just absolutely floored by how intense everything is from the beginning. She wonders if it's a saiyan thing, or if he's just intense like that himself. She doesn't know what Vegeta's full history with sex is, but she knows it's complicated. All she knows is that he kisses her like it's his last day on Earth. That he fucks her like he couldn't resist her if he tried (and he does try). And she can't help but ride that high. She brings this mysterious, strong, and austere man to his knees, and her power over him is intoxicating. She knows she shouldn't play around with someone so dangerous even if she's convinced he'll become an ally eventually. She knows that most of her friends wouldn't approve. It's not like she wants to DATE Vegeta. But gods...his desperation, the way he almost worships her, how wild and even frightening he can be---she can't help but indulge herself at least a little bit even if it's against her better judgment. It's not serious, after all. It's not like Vegeta of all people would even want to be some kind of partner to her anyway. He just wants sex (right?), and that's all she wants too. So she proposes a friends-with-benefits situation that they are determined to keep on the down-low.

Vegeta's head is just spinning at all of this. He still doesn't fucking know what to do with her. He can't have an attachment to her---especially not now when his sole focus needs to be transforming---but imagining his life without her is just... So he just lets her call it whatever she pleases, as long as no one else is involved and no one else knows about it. The weakness all the more glaring and real if other people know about it. He can tell himself he is just having sex with her so he can stay focused on training. Nothing more than that. Certainly not.

Over the course of it, Vegeta's feelings for her just intensify. If he was head over heels before they had sex, the more time they spend and the more intimate they become, he only falls more madly in love with her. And while Bulma tells herself that feelings aren't really involved for her beyond the friendship she develops with him, she has little pangs of romantic longing that hit her out of nowhere from time to time. Almost hard not to when the sex is the way that it is. She wonders sometimes if he has feelings for her. Real feelings. But he just couldn't, right? She's just being a silly hopeless romantic like she was when she was younger, and she's over that. He's an alien with a tortured past, and he's not boyfriend material, and she's fine with that. That's not what she wants anyway. Certainly not right now with the end of the world around the corner.

We all know how things go down after this, though, don't we?

But yeah. I headcanon Vegeta falls first and harder, whereas Bulma falls gradually after they become involved. Bulma has experienced good relationships before, and she wasn't looking for a romance with Vegeta in the wake of her breakup. Vegeta, on the other hand, hasn't experienced romantic love or sexual attraction where things weren't fucked up and fraught in some way before. So his "relationship" (re: passionate affair) with Bulma means so much more to him even if he couldn't articulate it. It completely blows him away, but he doesn't have the context or emotional insight to make sense of it. So he just panics, lol.

#yes I am planning to write a 3 Year Gap fic eventually #once I finish my Vegeta/Raditz under Freeza fic #vegebul #vegeta #bulma #I wrote a super shitty one waaaay back in the day #and my thoughts have evolved a lot over time #headcanons #astral.txt

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cringe--is--dead · 1 year

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Peaceful Paradise Interrupted

Type: One Shot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rude. "I'm just saying - "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"W- Who are you?"

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

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

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

They might fare better than this man was about to.

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you alright?"

He paused, laughing softly at the question.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I assume the others are taken care of?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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saphirafoxgirlspost1 · 1 year

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(Open rp, Nsfw rp) Dbz Rp in “I created a Saiyan Boyfriend”

In the Beginning Of march, Saphira who has been dating Blake Harriet Conney Which is her boyfriend For 5 romantic years but then one day, Saphira began to suspecting his Strange behavior and Constant Coming home late. She wasn’t Liking it Not One Little bit. From weeks turns to months..So Saphira Decided to ended this Suspicions Once and for all, That night..she brought his parents to her home..and she saw the clothes of the other girls...and realized that he’s been cheating on her with another girl..and boy her face turns red with rage..and so does his father...So she storms upstairs to the bedroom and Kicked the door opened and saw Him and her Best friend making Love as she screams and said, Saphira:” BLAKE CONNEY! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!? WITH MY OWN BEST FRIEND!?” Blake was shocked, and he began to try to explain himself..but then his father began to grabbed the belt and began to give him a beatens and yelling at him and her best friend...Then She kicked him and her now ex best friend out of her house..and She decided to sue Blake for infidelity and demands the compensation along with her ex best friend...then 3 years later...She got upset and sighs while Looking at the cute couples...She sighs softly and rubbing her face and said “I was a damn fool to fall in love with such a jerk..” She felt depressed...Until She sees the Dbz show on tv, She fell in love with that show..until...She has the idea..She began to go home and began to Create a saiyan boyfriend...and when she began to Turn on the incubation chambers..she turn on the switch.. She began to laughs like a maniac and then it turns it off..as it opens..it was all nothing but green slime as she gasp and said,” WHAT!?..Nothing but a green slime..No no no!! UGH!!! A failure!!” She sighs softly and rubbing her head..she felt so heart broken about it..and she headed upstairs...until..the slime began to move and began to grabbed the armor and scouter..and began to head to the Journey to find a host..and then..It found her neighbor...He is a handsome fellow..he usually got a crush on saphira so much and his name is (Your muse name here), he’s the one who comfort saphira and always visiting her when she needs him the most and that green slime knew he’s a perfect host..and then, it knocked on the door..he opens it and grabbed the armor and scouter and uniform..he began to try it out and all..until the slime went inside into his mouth...then his body began to change..his body began to grow muscular and his hair went long and the Long Brown monkey tail has Sprouted out as he is screaming in pain...until that night..Saphira comes out in the park..until..She turns and saw A saiyan approach her and he said with a smirk...

#Open rp #Romance #Drama #Dbz

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bitebitesnap · 7 months

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If you think Goku is bad at flirting, Vegeta is so much worse.

Doesn't matter at what point you meet him at. Pre-Saiyan Arc? He's an arrogant, pompous brat with a holier-than-thou stick up his ass that thinks anything below his power level is inferior and not worth his time. Namek Arc? Similar, though a bit more wary and curious as to how someone weak like you might hold this much power over him (being your cute ass in general). Any time after that is pretty much the same-him being an arrogant ass but muted by some humility enough to give you the time of day.

How does he flirt? Mostly, he just thinks he's All That. Because of course, as the Prince of All Saiyans you would clearly see the superior option for a mate and be attracted to him. Surely he could only grace you with his presence and you would bend to his will like the weak little one you are.

Then when you don't he just gets...even more enamored. Even when he's clearly frustrated because how dare you ignore him!? But he can't admit that he does find your stubbornness attractive. You don't crack under the pressure he's exerting on you-in fact you bite back. Each jab at his pride or comment about his, frankly, weird behavior both irritates and excites him. But he just can't understand why you won't give in, either. He's giving you all the attention you need what the Hell else do you want from him!? Even though his version of 'attention and/or interest' is to just be in your general area and talk to you willingly, once a week at best.

If he's really trying to get your attention he's not as kind as Goku. He's similar in that he gathers food the most, but he also gets you 'trophies' from his battles. A piece of armor from a stray soldier trying to flee, a broken horn from a creature who dared to challenge him while he was out training. Or if you're lucky, a weapon pilfered off a corpse or a whole shuttle all to yourself. All of them coming in various degrees of...clean.

The blood is decoration what are you talking about-

Though as he;s domesticated he slowly calms down in the brutality of his gifts. He starts picking up normal human behaviors, if that's more your style. He'll dig up flowers and put them into a vase for you to care for, maybe wrench out a particularly nice looking gem on a far away planet. When he's particularly ballsy he'll bring you back treasures-actual treasure this time-from places he's been (totally not from the Destroyers world, oh no-). More attention is lavished on you, genuine affectionate gestures of him nudging his shoulder into yours or staying quietly nearby if you're nervous.

He's not quite good at flirting, or even being affectionate. But patience and time has done a lot. He's a stubborn Saiyan, he;ll learn if he wants to. And you're worth learning for.

#I feel like half of the time these are more character rambles than they are XReader content #but this is how it comes out so #jawbones #dragon ball #vegeta x reader

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carnal-lnstinct · 1 year

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dumbass x dumbass with goku?? ty in advance!!

3/3

This was unbelievable, really. For a couple of fighters who frowned at the idea of sitting around and staring at a TV for hours, they didn't waste time hogging up the couch and hoarding your new video game to themselves. Hercule wasn't kidding about it being the most popular versus game to hit homes but you assumed that was probably because he was in it. And the main character no less, using his tale of the Cell Games and the battle for the universe against Majin Buu. Including the likeness of the true warriors in those battles as The Champ portrayed them to make himself look better sounded like a crappy idea when it was first brought to those who knew the real story, Hercule being nice enough to ask permission to use their appearances and special techniques for his personal gain this time.

But then you saw the trailers and samples of gameplay leading up to its release and it was a real eye-catcher for you. You were looking forward to playing it

You just thought being gifted the game would mean you actually got to play it!

By their disposition it was clear who was winning and how things were getting tensed, the crowd of saiyans, humans, namekian, and...well, you’re not certain what Buu was, but they were all squeezed into your living room to spectate the current players and also play as their respective characters to see if their parodied versions were at least given some dignity.

First they mock you for all the time you spend on video games and now they’re caught up in it. This had gone on long enough.

“I call next. Let me play, too!” You pouted at your husband, the obvious dominator of the rest. Goku’s eye didn’t even leave the screen, locked in his concentration as he responded to you.

“You said house rules were the newcomers play the winner. Vegeta has to pass it, he's the one losing.”

“I am not losing to you! You are using a cheap strategy to irritate me!” The Prince quickly snapped. With the raging energy coming from him, you were sure he was going to snap the controller in half.

“I don’t care who’s losing, it’s my game and you’ve been playing long enough! Everyone else is…” Your voice trailed off realizing that your words were simply in one ear and going out the other. With a huff, you marched across the floor and stood directly in front of the tv blocking everyone’s vision. You’re met with jeers all around, forcing them to pause their fight.

“(Y/n)!” Goku, antsy to keep playing, quickly moves from his seat and approaches you. “C’mon, You know you can’t do that. I was winning!” You squint your eye at him and fold your arms refusing to move.

“Out of the way, woman! I was just about to get Kakarot out of the game once and for all!” Vegeta urged as well but you ignored him glaring up at Goku.

“I want…to play.” You insisted.

“You said house rules can’t be broken, hun. You just gotta wait your turn like everyone else.” Goku leans over, holding a hand over his mouth to whisper to you. “Don’t worry, Vegeta won’t be lasting much longer.” In response, your pout grew. You waited long enough to even get the game, you’re not waiting another few hours to play it! With a grump, you untuck your arms and push your fist into Goku’s chest. Looking at the way you posed it, he arched a brow at you. “Really? That’s how you want to settle it?”

You asserted with a single nod. He gives you a solemn look, brows lowering over his eyes as he nods in return. No one's ever seen Goku look at you in such a way before, a glare better earned by those he could claim as archrivals. Your guests watch more silently in anticipation, Goku tucking his controller under his arm and presenting his own fist to you. In a silent countdown, you both hammered your fists down in the air, shouting in unison.

“Rock…Paper…Scissors!”

#♚ ;; [ asks ]#goku x reader #son goku x reader #goku imagine #dbz imagine #My writing #♚ ;; [ requests ]

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