It's with a heavy heart that I'm writing this update. I just no longer have the time or desire to continue this fic, and this will be the final chapter. I appreciate everyone who has followed/supported, and taken an interest in my story.
April Fools! This fic is my baby, and I will NEVER let her go.
An update in the big year of 2026?!?! I'm just as shocked as all of you. This is a bit of a shorter chapter while I try to get my bearings with this fic again. I'm hoping to update at least semi-frequently now. That or I'll see you all in 2027. As always, DM's/Comments are always open if you have any comments, questions, or concerns. I'd also like to thank everyone for the constant support throughout the years .It means more than you know.
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Chapter 19
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Six days. Six long, grotesque days on this rock. That's all it took for you to lose what was left of your mind. You've even found yourself longing for your pod, something you once hated with every fiber in your body. It may have been cramped, but at least you were mobile. You're not used to staying in one place for long, it's starting to make you feel a bit queasy. And what makes it worse, Kakarot and his brat reside in the middle of nowhere. It honestly feels like you're living on the remnants of a planet you've decimated at times. This must be that karma thing you've read about. Frieza finally got his, so the universe must be coming for you next.
Much to your disdain, you've developed a routine of sorts. Train, read, eat, sleep, repeat. At least this planet has a vast amount of literature at your disposal. You've also noticed that Gohan disappears practically daily from the hours of eight am to three pm, often with a large bag and a stack of books a mile high. You find it a bit peculiar, sure, but if that's how he chooses to train, who are you to question it.
You're sprawled out across the couch, a book in hand. You glance at the clock. It's a bit past the normal time Gohan arrives home. You're not too worried about it. Children are naturally curious. You were always off in your own little world as a child. It drove your father mad. You were never in the place you were supposed to be. And who could blame you, a good adventure is better than sitting around a stuffy palace any day.
But Gohan isn't like you. Responsible, punctual, always home by the exact time on the dot. In that way, he reminds you a bit of Vegeta. Like if he was bitten by a rabid animal that made him all happy-go-lucky. You're not sure what to do. Should you call someone? Go out and look for him? What would you do when you lost Raditz? It's been so long you can barely remember.
Before you can jump to further, more drastic measures, the door opens. The boy shuts the door, dropping a large stack of books and a bag onto the floor. "You're late." Gosh, did you say that? That was far too Vegeta-like for your liking.
"Yeah, sorry." The boy sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. "My teacher had to talk with me after school. I missed so much work, I have so much to catch up on."
"School?" Your nose scrunches. "Is that what they call training here?"
"No." He shakes his head, mirroring your confusion. "Did they not have school on your planet?" By the look on your face, he can tell the answer. "Well, it's this place where kids go to learn stuff. Like math, science, and reading, writing, all the things we need to know when we grow up."
"Oh," You can imagine the look on your father's face if you were to pitch him that idea. But it sounds like something that would've been right up your alley. In a way, it makes you sad. Almost like you've missed out in a way. You loved your life on planet Vegeta. You got to explore and learn everything hands-on. And yet, you feel almost empty. Is it possible to yearn for something you never had?
"Actually... about school." Oh, you don't like the sound of this. "Okay, before you say no. Just hear me out. So, my teacher is super concerned about how much school I missed. She said she wants to set up a parent-teacher conference to discuss it."
"Well, I don't see how that's possible since your father is-" The look on his face alone tells you a thousand words. "Absolutely not."
"Oh, come on, please." The boy begs. "They won't let me come back to school if you don't."
"Can't you have Raditz do it? I mean, he's technically your uncle." He may not be a very good one, but the blood relation is there.
"Well, there is another reason I need you to do it." An ulterior motive? How conniving. There's a part of you that's somewhat proud. " So, my teacher is a bit too friendly with my dad."
Oh. That's vile. "So she flirts with him, and your father is too moronic to realize."
"Yeah, so if you're there, ya know, she'll stop cause...." Gohan's eyes lock on the floor, desperately avoiding eye contact. "You're all mean and scary and stuff." He looks back up, finally gaining courage again. "All you have to do is pretend to be my mom."
"I see." You can't believe you're actually entertaining this right now. But you have to admit you've been dying to get out of this house. And you're not a monster who would deprive a young boy of his education. "Alright. I'll do it."
"Really?" The boy shouts in disbelief. "Are you sure?"
"Oh, so you want me to change my mind now?"
"No, not at all. Thanks!" He grins widely. "I'm going to my room to study." He picks up everything he previously dropped, heading to his bedroom with a bit of pep in his step.
This is nothing like you thought it would be. Every single one of your senses is amplified. So many adults and children alike have stared at you as if you had two heads. So what if you have a tail? You've counted several species on this planet that have a tail just like yours. "Are we almost there?" You turn to Gohan. All these eyes are making you feel antsy.
"Yeah," the boy nods, turning a corner, leading you down a long hallway. "It's the door all the way at the end." The boy leads you into a room where a woman is standing with her back to you, writing on the board.
"Good morning, Miss Honey." Gohan greets his teacher, bowing politely.
The woman turns around, still not looking at you. Her sunshine-yellow hair matches her disgustingly cheery tone. "Goku, I'm so glad you could make-" She cuts herself off, her eyes locking on you, observing your aloof expression. "You're not Goku."
"Keen observation." Your lips press together in a thin line. "Do you refer to all the parents by their first names?"
"Gohan," The woman smiles brightly, getting down to the boy's level. "Who's our special friend you brought here?"
"Miss Honey, this is my mom." He gestures to you, telling his teacher your name, mirroring her wide smile.
"Oh," The corners of her mouth droop for a moment, before she stands back up. "How come we've never met before?" She directs her attention to you, "I've been Gohan's teacher for many years now."
"I travel a lot... for work."
"Okay then, it's nice to finally meet you." She extends her hand toward you, but quickly retracts, noticing your lack of reciprocation. Her nervous laughter fills the air. "Well, your son is one of my brightest students. I do appreciate you coming down here, but I'd feel far more comfortable with Goku here, since he's familiar with how things work here. I suppose we can reschedule for another time when he's available."
"I believe it's called a parent-teacher conference. Not a Goku-teacher conference." Your voice booms. "So conference me."
"Of course." The woman stares at you wide-eyed and clears her throat. "Please take a seat. Gohan, sweetheart, you can wait out in the hallway."
"No, he'll stay right here." You slump into the seat, extending the chair beside you outward. Gohan looks back and forth between the two of you before cautiously sitting down beside you.
Miss Honey beams at you, but it's extremely forced. She sits down on the opposite side of the desk. "So, where is Goku this morning?"
"He's out... ummm-" Gohan trails.
"Visiting his brother, Raditz, they're awfully close." You quickly save the situation.
"Oh, wow. Goku never told me he had a brother." Who does this woman think she is? The way she says his name makes your stomach churn.
"I don't see what Kakarot-- I mean Goku's whereabouts have to do with this." God, saying that name is vile. "I thought you were concerned about Gohan's education?"
"Of course. I was just making conversation." Miss Honey chuckles nervously. "So I am concerned. Gohan has missed over an entire year of studies. He's very far behind compared to his classmates."
"Like you said, he's bright, he'll catch up." You lean back in your chair. "Just give him all the work he's missed. He'll do it at home."
"That's months of work. I'm afraid what you're saying is just not in the realm of possibility."
"Try me." You cross your arms, radiating confidence.
The woman across from you blinks several times, almost not believing what she's heard. "Miss, I'm afraid that-"
"Mrs." Miss Honey's face falls. One word alone confirmed what she desperately didn't want to believe. "Gohan has his nose in his books as soon as he arrives home. He's more than capable. So give him the work." The teacher nods. "Now is that all?"
"Yes, that's all."
You roll your eyes and stand up. "This was ridiculous. This entire thing could've been a transmission."
"A what?" The teacher raises a brow.
"She means a phone call." Gohan stands up, following your example.
"This was a complete waste of my time." You huff.
"Wow." The teacher sighs. "I can't believe someone as pleasant as Goku would be married to someone like-" Your eyes widen, swinging your body back toward the woman. A woman of your status, of your standing. Back on planet Vegeta, someone like you being in a relationship with a third-class weakling would be unheard of.
"I can't believe you'd have the audacity to-"
Before you can go off, or worse, injure the woman, Gohan grabs your arm. "Come on, Mom. Let's go." The boy pulls you out of the room.
"That stupid... moronic... I should go back in there and sever her limb from limb." You grumble to yourself, striding down the hallway. "She's even worse than the blue-haired woman." If you spend one more second in this dreadful building, you can't make any promises that the structural integrity will remain intact. Kakarot better come home soon, you're not sure how many more interactions with that woman you can take.
I am in love with your Goku x reader Saiyan princess story! Love how easily you added in her character, no huge character personality changes, which thank God for that. Seen too many too OOP stories to last a life time 🙄. Also thank you for riding of ChiChi 🤣 idky but I never liked her character in the dragonball series
I'm glad you've enjoyed my fic so far! I've tried really hard to make this the best reader-insert story I can over the years. I used to feel the same way about Chi Chi, especially during my initial watch of the show. But now I lowkey stan her a bit ngl.
@floating-mid-air This is what I imagine the reader to look like in "The princess of all saiyans" series! 😊 In the anime their eyes are always black so i kinda just picked what I thought looked the best
Hello my friend! I just came across your account so I wanted to say that I love your stories and everything! I also wanted to know if you are doing any stories requests or anything?✨💜😇🫧🫐☮️✨
Hi, awww, ty so much. I'm glad you've enjoyed my fics. So, my requests are currently closed, but tbh, if you have an idea you'd like to share with me feel free to drop it in my inbox! Or if you wanna discuss it further then that feel free to dm me! I can't promise anything, but I'd love to hear it!
Here's a link to my pinned message, which has the link to my guidelines.
So, I originally introduced this idea in a poll all the way back in 2023. It's a mini-series that I sporadically work on every now and then. I have 3/6 Chapters done, but they all need heavy editing. Please help hold me accountable.
So, pick whichever character you'd be most interested in seeing first.
I just saw some of raditz db sparking zero voice lines and it got me thinking on what he'd say if (y/n) was his opponent- (the other dbz/dbs characters too (btw this is about princess of all saiyans!!) So many thoughts are hunting my head about this fic like what if (y/n) met Goku Black-
You're a life saver for this fic I can't stop rereading 😔 thank you so much for making it dear!! Can't wait for the next chapter!!!
OMG, thinking about my fic in a DB game, I can't. That's so sweet! I'm glad you've liked my fic so much. It means so much!
Oh damn, I've never really thought about what would happen if she met Goku Black cause, as of right now, the story is not planned to go that far. But I don't know. Girl would be shook from the original introduction. Like Goku but evil, would she actully like that more? I don't know. Maybe at first. But after learning his true identity, I think any affinity she would have would drop instantly. I do have an idea for a short alternate timeline chapter where Planet Vegeta never died, so we could see something similar with a much different Goku in the future.
Hey, hey! I'm back yet again for the first time in 2025. College has been kicking my ass, so I'm happy to finally get something out. It's a bit shorter than normal, but this is the last chapter that will be following an episode outline for a bit. I'm excited to get into some less action-packed and more random plot points.
As always, DM's/Comments are always open if you have any comments, questions, or concerns. I'd also like to thank everyone for the constant support, especially considering my very sporadic and streaky updates.
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Chapter 18
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Your eyes flutter open, slowly adjusting to the gleaming light. "Ugh." You groan, your hands running through your hair. God, your head is throbbing. This is worse than a hangover. You're sprawled out across the crown of a large oak tree, leaves and sticks tangled within your hair.
Your gaze shifts around, taking in your surroundings. So this is what hell looks like. There's far less fire than you assumed. Now that you think about it, this terrain is remarkably similar to Earth. Checks out; it was quite a dreadful planet.
You start to pick the intrusions out of your hair, tossing them onto the ground beneath you. Every flick of your wrist is accompanied by this atypical groaning sound. You crane your neck downwards, searching for the source of the noise. "Can you stop throwing shit at me!" A familiar, brash voice calls out from underneath you.
You finally catch a glimpse of the large figure, your lips curving upwards at the sight. "I never thought I'd be happy to see your ugly face." You snicker at the man, who's now pulling the sticks you threw out of his own unmanageable hair. You jump down from the tree, landing right in front of Raditz. "You look good for a dead man."
"Hardy Har," the man scoffs. I never wanted to come back to this planet. My brief stint in hell was far more pleasurable." Wait a second... you're alive? This is actually Earth. You thought planet Namek took you out with it, but that seems to not be the case. So, how the hell did you end up here?
"Oh really?" The corners of your lips curve upwards, flashing him a teasing smile. "It's not your life's dream to become one with the earthlings? You could even become one of their domesticated pets like Kakarot."
Raditz looks down at you, his lips resting in a thin line. "If anything of the sort becomes my lifestyle. I want you to kill me."
"I'll hold you to that," You look around the terrain, not quite having enough energy left to sniff out anyone's power levels. "I wonder where Vegeta spawned."
"Desiring a reunion with your darling brother already?"
"Oh fuck off, Raditz." You flip him off before strutting off in a random direction, forcing the taller man to practically chase after you. You're far too weak to use any sort of energy-sensing technique, so you're going off pure instinct.
You arrive at a small clearing, spotting a significant number of Namekians. It's dreadful. Just moments ago, they were eradicated, and now there are countless. They're all crowding around the Earth woman in a circle. Amongst the group, you also spot Gohan. He isn't exactly hard to miss. The kid sticks out like a sore thumb in the sea of green. You scan the crowd, trying to figure out what's happening. Within, you spot an open flame. So they're committing arson now? Cause that's something you can get behind. Bulma grins wide. "The leaves are burning, guys. This is a good sign." Huh? You knew this woman was off her rocker before. But this is a whole new level.
Raditz leans down, his voice a low whisper. "It seems like they're performing a cult-like ritual. Must be native to their people." You've witnessed many strange customs throughout your years. This one may just take the cake.
"This is good news. Goku must be coming home soon," Bulma exclaims. You furrow your brows, your forehead creasing. What the hell is she going on about now?
You scoff loudly. "Please, Frieza slaughtered Kakarot. He probably used his bones as toothpicks." You turn to Raditz, your features softening slightly. "Sorry."
The group still somehow hasn't noticed either of you, and Raditz isn't exactly hard to miss. Talk about being unaware of your surroundings. "The leaves never lie, you know." The Earth woman is far too cheery for your liking. How can burning a few leaves give any sort of data? It must be some human superstition. With a flick of your tail, you extinguish the small flame. Your eyes twinkle with mischief as panic begins to arise. There's just something about mass hysteria that you find so endearing. You're an agent of chaos, after all.
"That wasn't very nice." Raditz chuckles.
"I'm not nice, Raditz." You smirk. "You should know this by now." You look around the clearing, spotting Vegeta out of the corner of your eye. He's leaning against a tree, his typical brooding expression plastered across his face. He's seen you. He knows you're here, and yet he hasn't approached you. Something's not right here.
You and Raditz continue to fly under the radar, maintaining a comfortable distance from the group. You watch as two of the Namekian children play. One hangs from a large branch, playfully teasing the other about how they're too short to reach. This encounter fills you with a strange sense of familiarity. Reminding you about one of the few fond moments of your childhood.
20 something years ago
You sprint down the hill, running with all your might. With every step you take, the distance between you and Tarble increases immensely. You've always been the speedy one. With your father and Vegeta off-planet, it's one of those rare moments of leisure where you get to play. And it's not the typical roughhousing your people are accustomed to. It's plain old, joyful fun.
Your brother starts to gain traction as the gap between you grows smaller. Your hair blows in the wind, and your laughter bounces as you descend the hill. Your breaths grow shorter as you begin to tire yourself out. You need to think fast. Tarble has always been a rule follower, while you've been far from that. You search the terrain, finding a large tree. You race over to the tree, gripping one of the branches, swinging yourself up. You now stand on the branch, smiling triumphantly at the boy below you. He stops in front of the tree, panting. "Oh, come on!" Your twin pouts. "That's not fair!" He's not wrong, but you've never liked to play fair.
"Life's not fair, Tarbie." You cackle.
"Father told you to stop calling me that!"
"Just cause he said it doesn't mean I'll listen." You scoff. "I'm not, Vegeta."
"You know I can't get up there myself." The boy huffs. He's not wrong. You stand at least a foot taller than him, and you're not particularly tall among your people, either.
"Well, maybe next time then, runt." You smirk, your eyes gleaming with mischief.
Tarble rolls his eyes, ignoring your teasing. "Seriously, be careful up there. It's dangerous." He's always been cautious, especially compared to your recklessness. He's the yin to your yang.
"I'm fine! It's just a stupid tree. I'm barely off the ground- woah!" Once again, you spoke too soon. You lose your footing, falling off the branch. You shut your eyes and brace yourself for a fall, yet it never came. You slowly open your eyes, seeing Tarble. Despite his smaller size, he managed to catch you. As if seeing your fall activated some sort of natural instinct in him.
Raditz nudges your shoulder, bringing you back to reality. "You're zoning out again."
"Well, excuse me." You scoff. "It's been a pretty long day." Suddenly, two Namekians rush over to the large group, calling the names of another. The pair mention that they can't find any Namekians from a specific village. Oh, well, that's not good. You don't care for their well-being; every single Namekian could drop dead on this planet for all you care. You're pretty sure you know why they can't find them. Raditz eyes you skeptically, being able to read you like an open book.
"I have an answer for that." A gruff voice speaks up from the distance. You immediately recognize it as Vegeta's. Well, looks like he's gonna spill the beans. "That wish was too specific. Most of you did fall to Frieza or one of his bruisers. However, at least one of your villages fell, thanks to my sister and me. He gestures to you while laughing. Well, now they're all aware of your presence. "Well, she wasn't much help. Bailed on me right after the first Namekian fell. There was no loyalty, which proves you can't trust anyone." Is it just you, or does Vegeta seem even more hostile than usual?
As your brother goes off on his tangent, the large Namekian dragon balls fall from the sky, turning into stone. That can only mean one thing. That elderly Namekian died for the second time. You turn over, watching the grand elder fade into nothing. There are a lot of tears from Namekians and humans alike. You don't get it. He was both old and had already died once. They got the chance to say goodbye. They should be thankful. That's not a luxury many have.
You tune out the entire scene before you, that is until the small Namekian makes a comment that makes your ears perk up. He claims that the Namekian Dragon Balls had no limitations for how many times someone can be resurrected. That is, as long as they didn't die from natural causes.
"Wait," Gohan exclaims, grabbing Dende's shoulders. "That means once those Dragon Balls recharge, we can bring back anyone. No matter how many times they died?" Dende nods. "This is the best news I've ever heard."
This is the worst news you've ever heard. Unlimited resurrections. It'll be like having a bunch of ants. Making them next to impossible to exterminate. This is gonna be a massive thorn in your side. Those humans will just keep popping back up like a game of whack-a-mole.
You notice the Earth woman start speaking to herself as if she is holding a conversation with someone. And she keeps mentioning Yamcha. Maybe she's really lost her mind this time. All that Namek drama must have done some damage to what was left of her psyche. "Hey guys, great news! Yamcha just told me that Goku took down Frieza for good!" You find that hard to believe. Saint Kakarot not sparing a life? Practically unheard of. Also, how are you the only one who finds it mildly concerning that she's speaking to her deceased boyfriend?
"Really?" Gohan cocks his head. "Are you serious?" Gohan pumps his fist into the air, cheering loudly. You watch as both Gohan and Dende spin in circles, Gohan chanting about how his father is some sort of hero. They must use that term loosely here. You turn and see your brother seething. You guess every awful situation has a silver lining. Cause that look on Vegeta's face is priceless.
Bulma pauses as if she's listening to something. "Oh hey, get a load of this. Apparently, Goku couldn't get his way off Namek before the whole shebang went off." And now she's laughing. This woman is unhinged. "Well, I know something you don't know. The Namekians came back with us to Earth with their Dragon Balls. And that's not even the best part. They work differently. These ones can bring back anyone, no matter how many times they've died. So Goku, Krilin, and Chatsu all get the same first-class ticket back to Earth, just like you guys." Is she rubbing this in his face? You can't help but feel that there's something off about this. It all seems too perfect. And in your experience, if something appears too good to be true, it likely is.
You rack your brain for any possible inconsistencies, using your observations and prior knowledge of wish orbs to your advantage. Back on Namek, when you wished for Piccolo's resurrection, he didn't just appear on Namek. You had to make a second wish to teleport him there, and even that wasn't done entirely correctly. Since the Namekian died on Earth, that's where he respawned.
"Oh, uh…" Bulma appears to be dazed. "Looks like I may have spoken too soon."
"Why?" Gohan looks confused. "Why can't Dad be brought back like everyone else?"
It's become clear to you why. "Cause there's no planet Namek." You speak up, everyone looking at you in shock. "If you were to wish for either Kakarot or the bald one back. They'd just spawn in space and die from lack of oxygen. Or their heads would pop like balloons."
"Oh, come on," Vegeta smirks. "Use your heads for once. The answer is simple. Firstly, ask for their souls to be brought to Earth. And then resurrect them. It should work, at least in theory."
"Of course, why didn't I think of that?" Bulma's eyes light up. "That's a brilliant idea, Vegeta."
"Wow, Geta. You're so helpful to their cause. A real team player." You mock.
"You shut your damn mouth." He points a finger at you. "I am not speaking to you!"
"It sure looks like you're speaking to me now." As the two of you bicker, Gohan flies over to your brother, standing right before him.
"You really do care." The boy grins, extending his hand outwards to the grump. Vegeta simply slaps his hand away.
"Please," You huff. "Vegeta doesn't give a damn. He just wants to slaughter Kakarot for himself. That's who my brother is, after all. Always wants the glory."
Vegeta's eyes narrow into slits, a low growl emulating from him. "What did I say about shutting your damn mouth!"
You hold up both of your hands. "What crawled up your ass?"
"Betrayal! That's what!" Vegeta sneers. "You're a liar. And now that I know, you are no longer to be trusted!"
"Excuse me?"
"You surpassed me!" He shouts. "And you hid it, not for days, not for months. But for years! I look like a damn fool!"
"That's just your face! You always look like a fool! And you're so right. I should've told you the truth cause you just handled it so well!" All eyes are on both of you now, the face-off that was years in the making. "I had to protect your ginormous fucking ego. I mean, just imagine your reaction. If it's this awful now, just picture how much worse it would've been decades ago!"
"That's not the point." He storms over to you. "You lied, time and time again. You've broken my trust!"
"I don't know what you want from me!" You throw your hands up into the air. "Nothing I do is ever good enough for you, Vegeta! You've always said I need to be more aware. That I must meticulously plan my every move to be ten steps ahead of my opponent. And that's exactly what I did!" You stand your ground, a rare sighting of tears stinging your vision. "For once, I did everything you said; I followed your every damn order to a tee. And yet, it's still not enough! I can never please you!" Despite how often you disregard Vegeta's words. There's
one thing you've always longed for, Vegeta's approval. Something that seems so far out of reach no matter what you do or how hard you try.
"Stop with the crocodile tears." The world around you has grown quiet. No one else dares to utter a word. "This is just like you. Always taking on a pet project. First Tarble, then Raditz, and now Kakarot. What's next? Are you gonna adopt a pet human?"
"Don't you dare utter his name." Your eyes flash with anger, getting right in your brother's face.
"Tar-ble," He extends his enunciation, a smirk slowly spreading across his lips. He knows exactly where to hit and how to cut deep.
"Enough!" Raditz's outburst stuns you both to silence. "For once in your life, Vegeta shut your mouth!" Raditz has never spoken to Vegeta like that, not once. "You've always yelled at her to be more responsible. To plan before she acts. And that's what she did! How can you be angry at her for just doing what you've always said? She did exactly what you would've done in her shoes, and you know it."
"Don't you ever speak to me like that, you second-"
"I'm not done! Everything was gone. Our people, our planet, our families. For a while, we thought you were dead, too! She did everything she needed to do to survive. So what? You're angry that she was smart enough to live? Would you rather not have your sister standing here?"
"That doesn't excuse-" Raditz yet again cuts him off.
"We were all just kids. Everything that happened was straight out of a nightmare. She was scared, Vegeta."
Vegeta scoffs. "Saiyans don't experience fear."
Raditz shakes his head. "We both know that's bullshit."
"I don't need this." He kicks a rock, sending it speeding into the distance. "Or you! I don't need either of you. You can both drop dead for all I care."
"I'll see you in hell!" You scream back at him. Before you can shout any obscenities, you feel a small hand on your shoulder.
"Come on," Gohan starts pulling you away. "You can stay with me."
After a bit, you arrive at a decent-sized home in the middle of nowhere. You take one look at the exterior, and the entire place is in disarray. While the interior isn't much better. And you thought Nappa was a slob. "What the hell happened here?"
"Well, you see." Gohan laughs nervously. "Dad isn't really much of a cleaner. It's honestly not that bad, considering it's been abandoned for a year or so." Vegeta would have a conniption if you left your quarters like this.
"Ya, this is not happening. I do not live in filth." You gesture to the vicinity around you. "We are fixing this. I don't care if it takes all damn day." You head straight for the kitchen, picking up a roll of trash bags and tossing them at Gohan. "This is ridiculous. I've seen tyrants keep their prisoners in cleanlier conditions."
"It's not so bad. We can make cleaning fun!" Fun. Fun? This pigsty. It would probably be easier to nuke the whole place and start from scratch.
"You have the same sunshine attitude as your father." You sneer. "I find it vile."
"I like to think of it as being a glass-half-full kinda person." Gohan starts throwing trash into a bag. "It makes things go way quicker. You should try it sometime."
"Maybe after I'm dead." You decided to stop complaining and actually get to work. This is going to be a long day. Let's just hope you can make a dent in this mess. Life on Earth is going to be far more complicated than you ever expected. Maybe cutting your losses and getting the hell off this planet would be worth it. With Frieza out of the picture, you're finally free. You're no longer a puppet being sent to do the bidding of another. And yet, here you are in the middle of nowhere. On this wretched planet. Maybe you're losing your edge?
Fun Fact: Future Trunks was my first love as a kid, so it's nice to finally write something with him in it.
This is also a bit shorter than my usual fic length, but I'm happy with how it turned out. As always, DM's/Comments are always open if you have any comments, questions, or concerns.
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Paring: Future Trunks X F Reader
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You slide the glass door open, stepping out onto the balcony. The crisp air of the night sends chills down your spine. Gently, you shut the door, not wanting to wake Trunks. You lean over the wooden railing, taking a deep breath, the fresh air invading your lungs. It's been a long day… a constant string of lengthy, neverending days. Bleeding into even worse nights.
You shift your gaze upwards, staring at the night sky. Small amounts of light illuminate from the stars, with no moon in sight. You weren't able to sleep. You never can, tossing and turning for hours before coming outside. Nights are just always the worst. Nothing is worse than absolute silence, with nothing but your thoughts to keep you company.
Your heart flutters, your entire body growing stiff, as a loud creak comes from behind. Your body enters fight or flight mode, and in a split second, you instinctively press a button on your watch. A gun materializes from it, appearing in your hands. You aim it straight at the figure's head. "Woah, easy there." A familiar voice invades your ears. You immediately recognize the man standing in front of you as Trunks, his blue hair tousled, giving him a charming case of bedhead. Trunks holds up his hands. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
You sigh in relief, slowly bringing the gun down. Your hands tremble with every movement. "Fuck… sorry." You call out faintly, pressing the button once again. The weapon disappears from your hands. He takes a few steps towards you till he's standing right by your side. "Did I wake you?"
"No, not exactly." The blue-haired man shakes his head. "I just… can't sleep when you're not beside me." You turn to him, taking in his features. His blue eyes lack their typical shine, with notable bags under them. It looks like he hasn't slept in weeks. Your relationship with Trunks is complicated. You've never really had the time or the luxury to define it. Sometimes, you feel like a couple… other times, you feel like strangers. And yet, every night, you're beside him. Whether you sleep or not.
"Rationally, I know we're not in danger," You mutter, turning back to the scenery. "But… every time I close my eyes. I see it. I see… him. It's like he's haunting me."
Trunks places his larger hand atop of yours, gently stroking it with his thumb. "I know what you mean. I get jumpy every time Goku's in the room." There's something about his touch that puts you at ease. Even the simplest gesture can calm your mind. He somehow always knows exactly what you need. You tilt your head, resting it on his broad shoulder. "We're timelines away. You're safe. We're safe."
"I know…" You speak softly, leaning on him. "It just feels like we can never catch a break. Things are too quiet; it's unnerving. There's this small voice in my head that won't shut up. Everything is just too… good."
"We deserve good. After everything we've been through." He intertwines his hand with your own, his long fingers tangling with yours. "There's been so many days… where I didn't think I'd wake up the next. I'm not sure if there will ever be a day when I'm not on edge. I know it's hard… but we can finally breathe for once."
"I don't know if I can. I feel like I'm always looking over my shoulder. Just waiting for the next awful thing to happen." You take a deep breath. "Though, there is one thing that makes me happy here."
"Yeah?" His eyebrows shoot up, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "What's that?"
"Well, it's us. Well, technically, not us. But the younger versions of ourselves." There's a piece of you that envies your younger counterparts. But it's greatly outshined by the comfort you find in it. They get to have the childhood you never had. "They're just so happy and carefree."
"I know what you mean. They get to have the lives we never had the chance to live." He laughs. "Though, they don't seem to like each other much." You've noticed that, too. The pair do not get along at all. You've seen them interact a handful of times. Little Trunks usually sticks to Goten like glue. Opting to stay away from the younger you.
Several times, you've watched the miniature versions of yourselves fighting. Both physically and verbally. You'll never forget the looks on their faces when they found out that you and Trunks are kind of an item. They were appalled; it was hard for the kids to understand how any version of themselves could end up together. You, however, find all of their interactions adorable. But at the same time, it's a bit strange. It's like watching yourself... but it's an entirely different version of you. You see bits and pieces of yourself in her, but it's also like she's a completely different person. She looks like you did; she sounds like you did, but she hasn't had to grow up fast like you did. So maybe that's where the discrepancies stem from.
"Well, yeah," You grin. "The whole apocalyptic society made you so much less annoying."
He lightly swats your arm. "You're such a jerk," you giggle at his words. "But you're my jerk."
"Ya… I guess I am." You sigh. Trunks is your rock. He's your stability. You haven't had a home in a long time… but your home is with Trunks. Whether it's a destroyed society or an alternative timeline. He's all you need.
"Hey..." He calls out to you softly. "Talk to me. I wanna know what's going on in that gorgeous head of yours."
"It's just. I wanna be carefree like that." You squeeze his hand, desperate to feel him closer. "I don't want to have to fear for my life... or yours ever again. First, it was the androids. And now it's that monster. It feels like it'll never end. Even if Goku and your father help us and take down Black. It feels like there will be something else around the corner."
"Hey, listen to me," he whispers, cupping your face with his hands. The warmth of his hands envelops your cheeks. "We're safe. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. You mean way too much to me. Everything I do. It's all for you… for us… for our future."
"You see a future with me?" Your eyes widen.
"Are you serious? That's not even a question." The man scoffs at you. "I want you. I want to spend my entire life with you. And even after that. You're all I need."
"Trunks..." You breathly call out, your voice barely a whisper.
"I'm not done." He cuts you off. "I love you. And don't you ever forget that."
His words ignite a fire within you, filling your body with a warm sensation that causes your face to burn hot. "I... I love you too." Before you even know it, you're returning his affection. You know things will get better. As long as you have Trunks by your side. The first step to recovery for you is a sense of safety. And here in this moment, with Trunks by your side. You've never felt safer.
"Come on." He grabs your hand, pulling you back towards the door. "Let's get back to bed. We both need some sleep." He leads you back inside, straight to the bed. Maybe, for once, you'll actually get some much-needed sleep.
I'm back yet again. Tbh, this chapter was pushed out entirely by just trying to occupy myself. Boe, my childhood cat of 16 years, just recently passed away. So, this chapter is entirely dedicated to her. I've had Boe practically my entire life, so it's def been rough. But I'm glad to finally get a chapter out for you all!
This chapter is also a bit shorter than usual due to how I wanna start the next chapter. As always, DM's/Comments are always open if you have any comments, questions, or concerns. Thanks for all the support!
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Chapter 17
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You glide through the air, observing the destruction of the planet beneath you. Demolishing a planet was always your favorite part of the job when you were working under Frieza. It was always the most exciting part. Though, watching a planet burn is not as fun when your life is in imminent danger. Who knew?
This entire situation is difficult for you. This retreat is tactical, for sure. But... running away with your tail between your legs... to Earth of all planets. It's sickening. It goes against every single one of your instincts and every lesson you've ever been taught. Daily life would be much simpler without the damn Saiyan pride flowing through your veins. At points, it feels more like an anchor weighing you down.
You spot a familiar figure in the distance, with a much larger one slung over his shoulders. You pick up speed, quickly outpacing him. "Huh?" The boy looks up, calling out your name. "You're safe!"
"Yeah, yeah. No need to throw a party." You scoff. "This planet is still a ticking time bomb." The two of you keep flying, not saying much to each other as you travel the distance. Before you speak up again. "Any idea how far this damn ship is?" Gohan shrugs, so the brat's as clueless as you are. "Great. Just great." You mumble sarcastically, blowing a strand of hair out of your face.
Now you're on a wild goose chase of Kakarot's making. Some coordinates would've been nice. Not far from here isn't precisely quality directions. You'd take a simple cardinal direction at this point. And with the way this planet is crumbling, the ship might not even be functioning by now.
"Hey!" Gohan calls out to you. "Look down there!" Your gaze trails downward. You make a subtle landing, dropping in front of the ship's doors. Wow, it's actually in one piece. It also has the same logo from that cave where you visited Raditz to inform him about the true fate of your people. Must be some sort of brand.
"How the hell do you even open this thing?" You stare at the doors of the dome-shaped ship. Times like this, you miss the technology you've grown accustomed to under Frieza's command. Gohan moves over to you; he pushes a camouflage button, the door spinning open immediately. You enter the vessel first. It's small but larger than what you're used to. You still have nightmares about those damn pods you were crammed into. Sardines in a can have more room than you did.
Gohan places the Namekian on the ground before turning to you. "Stay here with Piccolo. I'll go out and find Bulma."
"Do you really need to? Like, would anyone miss her?" From your brief encounters, you know two things about the Earth woman. She's incredibly irritating and she has awful taste in men.
"She's our... well, she's my friend. Of course, we can't leave her behind…" Gohan trails. Memories of when Vegeta ruthlessly killed Nappa flood his brain. He remembers the aloof expression on your face. The way your lips met in a thin line, not even showing an ounce of empathy. It still sends a shiver down his spine when he thinks about it. "So maybe you wouldn't exactly get it." He laughs nervously. "But it's the right thing to do."
"How do you know the Earth woman is even alive?" From what you've noticed, earthlings aren't the most durable creatures. And your knowledge stems from the strongest of the bunch. So it's a reasonable question.
"Well, I have to try! I can't just leave her out there." He takes a deep breath, collecting himself before continuing. "And I'm the only one who can. Piccolo is out of it. And you're pretty banged up, Y/N. I'll be back as soon as possible. Promise." He extends his arm out to you, holding out his pinky.
Your face scrunches up in confusion. "What the hell are you doing?"
"It's a pinky promise." You look at the boy as if he has two heads. To be honest, a two-headed creature would probably be less peculiar to you. Gohan sighs. "It's just another way to make a promise... like a handshake, only with your pinkies.
"You earthlings and your bizarre customs." You shake your head in disbelief, but Gohan doesn't move an inch, still extending the digit to you. "Fine, Fine." You interlock your pinky with his briefly before pulling away. Gohan smiles brightly at you. You place your hands on your hips, sighing quite loudly. "If you're not back within thirty minutes. I'm leaving the Namekian and dragging you back by force. Understand?"
The boy gulps before nodding rapidly. And with that, he takes off. His small frame disappears from your view. Well, at least things are quiet... with the amount of irritation you've been subjected to, you forgot how much you dread silence. You slide down against what you can only assume is the navigation system. You bang your head against the cool metal. Taking in the situation before you. Everything will get worse before it gets better. You just know it.
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The ground beneath you shakes violently. "Fucking low-class Earth machinery." You quickly come to realize that the ship itself isn't moving… it's the planet's surface. You spring to your feet, the rocking pushing you back and forth as you make your way to the entrance. You peek your head out, a luminous beam of light coming from the direction you just came from. "Well, that can't be good…" With another violent rumble, you lose your footing, sending you tumbling. Your back slams against the ship's walls with a notable thud.
You groan, picking yourself up off the floor. What the hell just happened? Your balance has changed; it's like gravity has significantly altered. You shift your gaze around the ship, looking for irregularities. The foundation now has an arch to it. You can still feel the ground underneath you slipping. Oh shit, the land underneath you must be concaving.
With your remaining energy, you fly up into the air, picking up the Namekian with a scowl crossing your features. You can't believe you're fucking doing this. You don't save the weak… and you don't spare the injured. So what the hell are you doing? You could just take this damn ship, toss the Namekian out, and leave the boy and the Earth woman for dead. Or at least you could've let the Namekian plummet and slam into the wall. Sure, it could've killed him, but that's not your problem. You don't give a damn about the Dragon Balls or the lives of the pathetic deceased earthlings. All you care about now is spiting Frieza. You're losing your edge. The longer you spend with these people, the softer you get. It's vile.
Before your subconscious can voice any more displeasure, the lights flicker, the entire ship going dim. The only light coming from the entrance. Great, just great; now you can barely see shit. What else could possibly go wrong? Once the ship has suspended, you place the Namekian back on the floor. The gravity is a bit off due to the angle you're on, but he should be fine. You find a new place to sit, one that's less sunken into the ground. You slide on the wall right beside the opening of the ship. You're getting far too soft for your liking.
After a bit more time passes, you can hear voices approaching. Two distinct voices, to be exact. You open your eyes, knowing immediately that it's them. Much to your surprise, the Earth woman somehow survived. Good thing you didn't bet money on it. Gohan enters the ship first, a big grin on his face. "Fucking finally," You stand back up, crossing your arms.
"I told you I'd find her." The boy boasts.
"I'm so overjoyed." You reply with a deadpan look on your features.
"Gohan?" Bulma, on shaky legs, enters the ship. "Where are you-" As soon as her eyes land on you, she shrieks. "What is she doing here?"
"It's alright, Bulma. She's with us." Gohan assures her.
"But she's insane! You saw what she did to---" You clear your throat, reminding her of your presence. She looks at you, fear evident in her eyes. "Well, you know what. The more the merrier." She laughs nervously. Once Bulma calms herself down, she looks around the ship. "Hmm? It's so dark in here. I wonder if there was some sort of malfunction."
"That's weird." Gohan's brows furrow. "The lights were on when I left." The pair turn to you.
"The ship slid a bit." You shrug nonchalantly.
"Well, why didn't you---" You cut the woman off.
"I'm not familiar with your low-class Earth machinery. I could have just made everything worse!" Before Bulma can retort, she slips, plunging right into the control panel. You let out a brash chuckle, watching her struggle.
She stands back up, finding her footing. She leans over the panel, fiddling with the buttons. "I'm not familiar with this machine model." She continues to mess with the controls.
After a few more seconds, the lights turn on. Maybe the Earth woman is more competent than she lets on. Cause she fixed that rather fast. "Phew. All better." She takes a few steps back before stepping on something squishy. Unbeknownst to her, she just tripped up on the Namekian. Bulma's eyes dart downward; as soon as she sees the green man, she somehow shrieks even louder than when she noticed you. You're almost offended. She jumps into the air before scurrying behind Gohan. "Is that Piccolo, or am I losing it?" Her voice shakes.
Gohan nods. "Yep, that's him, alright."
She extends her neck, taking a second glimpse at the Namekian. "What's he even doing here? Bulma observes the man carefully, taking a mental note that he still hasn't risen. There's something clearly wrong with him. The gears turn in her brain, briskly making an educated guess that Piccolo is injured. Well, it's that, along with his grueling appearance. "Look at him. He's a mess! Does he really have to tag along?" Gohan turns to her, shooting the woman a disapproving look. "I mean, this is his home planet after all…"
That's odd. From what you've understood, the Namekian is a part of the band of buffoons. He helped kill Cado. He trained the half-breed. He was there when you invaded Earth. And showed up here to get himself killed. Sounds like he's a core member of Kakarot's idiots to you. But from the Earth woman's reaction, you have to second guess that theory. Maybe they aren't allies after all? Possibly, they just share common goals? You've been in several situations similar to that in the past.
"We can't just leave him! He saved us. I owe him. We all do! So he's coming back to Earth with us no matter what!"
"That's sweet of you…" Bulma places her hand on Gohan's shoulder. "But we don't know if he would've wanted that." You raise an eyebrow. The man is clearly breathing. So why is she talking in the past tense like you have a corpse aboard? Aren't these humans supposed to be selfless and empathetic? Or have you only met the irritating ones? If the Earth woman keeps this behavior up, you could be more on board with her. "I think he would've wanted to be buried here, on his home planet."
Gohan's brows furrow, looking at the woman with a frown. You roll your eyes. "He's not dead, you lunatic…." You say as if you weren't just making the same argument for the Earth woman only a short while ago. Maybe we should leave her. It would make the journey back more tolerable. "But, hey, if you're so insistent. You wanna bury him here… you dig the hole."
"Fine." Bulma huffs. "He can come with us."
"How generous of you." You scoff. Before you can make another snarky comment, the aircraft shifts again, sinking further inwards towards the planet's core. A few more cracks in the surface of this planet and the four of you are going to die a very excruciating death.
"This entire place is falling apart!" The woman exclaims. "We need to take off. Now!" You can't believe you're saying this, but you're actually in agreement with the Earth woman. Talk about a plot twist. Bulma rushes back to the panel and starts fiddling with the buttons again.
"Wait!" Gohan shouts, stopping the woman dead in her tracks. "We can't leave yet! We have to wait for my dad!"
"He'll be okay, Gohan." Bulma's eyes soften. "If anyone can find a way out of here, it's Goku… he always does." She stares off into the distance as if having some sort of dream sequence. It's mildly disturbing.
"No, we can't!" The boy starts to tear up. "There's still time, lots of it." Considering you have a high level of expertise in the destruction of planets. You know, this rock has maybe an hour left maximum. And that's being incredibly generous.
You groan. "I hate to agree with the Earth woman, but she's right. I've seen the destruction of more planets than you could probably imagine. Now, most of them were by my own hands, but that's irrelevant. The point is, your father wants you off this planet. And I think you should adhere to his wishes."
"Please…" Gohan looks between the two of you with big eyes. "Just a few more minutes."
"Gohan…" Bulma smiles weekly at him. "I think-" She's cut off. By the ship once again sinking further into the ground.
You rub your temples, your frustration growing rapidly. You can't believe this is even a discussion. What needs to happen is clear. Maybe to everyone but the brat. "I've had enough! This isn't the time to play selfless hero like your moronic father. Let me put this in the simplest terms I can. If we don't get the Namekian off this planet, everyone dies! There's no second chances. There's no more wishes. And that means-" You cut yourself off. Stopping yourself from saying something unnecessarily cruel. You're trying to persuade him, not make him weep.
The planet's destruction continues to form around you. This discussion is clearly going nowhere. You don't see why a child should decide all of your fates. "This is bad!" Bulma struggles to maintain balance due to the quaking beneath her. "We only have a few minutes left before planet Namek is nothing but dust!" Gohan isn't even paying attention to anything other than the direction of the battle. It's like everything both you and Bulma say goes in one ear and out the other. You're seconds away from knocking the boy out, so you can descend with no hiccups.
Gohan's face falls before you can even set a plan in motion. You focus your energy in the direction of the battle. And you sense exactly the same thing. You sigh, feeling slight empathy for the boy. You know how that feels. You've lived through that experience. It's certainly not a positive one. "Dad's energy." He chokes up. "It's just… gone." Bulma gasps.
"Does that mean?" Gohan nods, his sad expression quickly evolving into one of determination.
"Start preparing the ship for launch. And take Piccolo back to Earth with you. I'm staying here." Perfect, just what you need. A loose cannon on your hands. The option of knocking him out is growing more appealing by the second. The boy moves to the door, standing right in front of it.
"Woah! Hey there! Slow down!" Panic rises in Bulma's voice. "Gohan! No! You can't just go back out there!" Gohan presses a button, causing the door to slowly open. "Gohan, don't do this."
"I'm my father's son, Bulma." Well, that's clear to you. He clearly got his lack of preservation from somewhere. Moron must be genetic. "I have to finish what he started. It's my duty."
"Gohan…" Bulma rushes over to him. "You can't. It's too dangerous."
The boy shakes his head. "I have to try. Piccolo would understand." From your brief interactions with the Namekian, you doubt that's true. "It's what he and dad would've wanted." And now you know for a fact that it's untrue. Your hypothesis has to be correct. Moron is undoubtedly genetic.
It's time for some intervention. You know for a fact the Earth woman is no match for the half-breed. Words can only get you so far. You slowly walk over to them, your boots making a notable clink against the metal floor, the sound growing closer with each step. Right until you're standing directly in front of Gohan. The last barricade between him and the outside world. You chuckle mischievously. "Absolutely not, brat."
"I have to do this, Y/N." He looks you dead in the eyes, not even displaying an ounce of fear.
"Why's that? So Frieza can slaughter three generations of your bloodline rather than two?" You roll your eyes. "Your father asked me to look out for you, and I intend to. No matter how aggravating it is."
"But…"
"But nothing! Were we even on the same battlefield?" You place your hands on your hips, your eyes narrowing into slits. "You genuinely think this is what your father would've wanted? He was screaming at you to leave. He basically ordered you to. A father looks out for their child… he doesn't throw them into the lion's den!"
"I can do this. I can't just let Frieza get away with this!" Gohans' attempts at persuasion are futile. You could easily out-stubborn him any day of the week.
"Think about this logically! If you go out there. Frieza will kill you. It'll be quick. You're no match for him. He'll probably be insulted that you'd even try. The battle doesn't just end… the entire fight will! If we return to Earth, you can rest up… prepare a bit. I know Frieza. And I assure you he will be gunning for Earth next. He wants that wish. And what Frieza wants, he tends to get it."
Now, you're doing some logical thinking of your own. If the Namekian dies… there's no more wishes. You could step on his neck right now. End his pathetic life. You'd put a stop to Frieza's mission. He'd never be able to get his hands on immortality. Sure, there'd be a few unhappy faces, but it would be the wise thing to do. You can't believe this thought hasn't crossed your mind before. You quickly shake that idea out of your head. It's a fantastic plan. It's far more logical than your current one. You'll keep it in your pocket. "If you care about your planet… your people. You'll stay on this ship and go home."
You're running out of ways to convince him. If only he hadn't inherited a stubborn Saiyan nature. This is the first time you've wished he behaved more like an Earthling and less like a Saiyan. "I have to do this!"
You know what. You're done arguing with him. It's time to use something that works much better. Threats. "Oh, you wanna go out there?" You extend your hand outwards toward the outside. "Be my guest… but you'll have to go through me first."
Gohan's hands ball up into fists. "That's not fair!"
You scoff. "Please, if you think you can face Frieza, then I should be a piece of cake." You're about to take it even further. But before you can, you feel a familiar powerful level in the distance… and then another. Your head darts in that direction. What the hell? That's not possible. Are you imagining things again? As you're distracted, the brat runs past you, making a break for it. He takes off before you can even move a muscle. "God damn it!"
Huh. There are chunks of energy everywhere. Small and pathetic levels, but they exist. There's life… how the hell is there life? Wait… does that mean. You weren't imagining things. You really did sense Vegeta and Raditz. But… how? You quite vividly remember their deaths. You see it every time you close your eyes. There's a serious mind fuck going on. Your brain is scrambling.
The Earth woman shakes her head, snapping out of her dazed expression. "Why'd you let him get away?" She shouts at you.
"I–" You're at a loss for words. You don't understand how this is happening. "There's energy levels all over this planet."
"I don't know what the hell that means!" Her brows furrow. "I don't speak fighter."
You roll your eyes. "Let me dumb it down for you. Before, there was no life left on this planet. Now, there's a lot. I'm assuming there was somehow a mass resurrection of some kind… I just don't know how."
Bulmas ears perk up. "The Dragon Balls. The Earth ones! Someone back home must've made a wish!" That makes sense… and with the Namekian alive, the set on Earth is intact. But that's so many people. The limit must not be as small as you were led to believe. Because that many lives is a massive job. But wait. What's the point?
"Well, why the hell would they do that? This planet is about to blow. Everyone here will just die again. What a waste of a wish." You know the earthlings lack brain cells, but this is a new level. Unless there's another aspect of it that you're just not regarding. Before you can say anything else the sky grows dark. "What the hell?" You poke your head outside. This planet doesn't have a night. There's something about this that's oddly familiar. A strong sense of deja vu flooding your mind. You just can't quite place it.
"Wait." The woman moves closer to you, poking her head out the other side of the door. "I know what's happening. This same thing happens back on Earth when you make a wish." That's it. The Dragon Balls. That must mean the Grand Elder is alive. All that energy you were sensing is the people of Namek, including the elderly one. That must be the plan. To make a second, even larger wish with the Namek ones. But who's even gonna make that wish?
Oh fuck. Frieza can easily take that for himself. All he'd need is one Namekian, which would now be incredibly easy to attain. He only needs a singular feeble hostage to gain his greatest desire. Damn. You turn to the Earth Woman. "I have to go."
"What happened to thinking about things logically?"
"I am. If Frieza gets his wish for immortality, then everything is over."
"But…You can't just leave me here all--" Without a word, you take off, leaving the Earth woman in your dust. "Why does everyone always abandon me on strange planets!"
Okay, all you have to do is get there before Frieza can. Or do you go to Vegeta and Raditz first? No, wish first, reunions second. You soar, picking up the pace; you don't think you've ever flown this fast. This is the only thing that matters to you. You detest Frieza with every bone in your body. You'll ruin this for him. Just like he ruined everything for you. You'll do whatever it takes. As you formulate a strategy, a bright light surrounds your body. "What the fuck?" You slowly fade out before disappearing entirely.
Hey! Quick question, I was just wondering if you're going to write the whole Z series or just the namek saga! (This is about Princess Of All Saiyans btw!!)
P.S: I LOVE SO MUCH OH MY GOD CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER!!
Hiiii,
So, the plan is to write for the entire series of Z. Though, I base it off of Kai, which means it will also be more condensed. The Namek saga is also coming to a close (I've been writing it for the past two years, so I'm stoked), But yeah, this series will probably be around somewhere at the 30-chapter mark.
Also, glad you've enjoyed the series! Next chapter is in the works, so stay tuned!
Hi, I’ve been following a lot of your stories for a while and I truly love them! I was just wondering if you’re planning on continuing the princess of all sayains story? I am not wanting to rush you at all, and I hope this doesn’t put any unnecessary stress or pressure on you. I’m just wondering if I can look forward to updates in the future as I love the story and It’s so hard to find good Dragon Ball Z fic’s. You do incredible work and I hope you’re having a wonderful day :)
Hello, firstly I can assure you that The Princess of all Saiyans will be continued. I've been working on this fic since 2020 and don't plan to close that door any time soon. So yes, you can be looking foward to updates sometime in the future. I can't give an exact timetable due to my life being incredibly hectic atm.
And don't worry! No stress or pressure at all lol. I apperciate that you're invested in my fic. Thank you so much for the love and support!
Hiiiii. I was wondering if I could get a Goku or Goku Black x reader (female) imagine. The reader is human.
I would like for the reader to be a normal human who is already with Goku/Black. She watches them train and once they’re finished. She just jokingly asks them to show her how to throw a punch or teach them any fighting move. But they take her seriously and show her anyway. The rest is up to you, but I would like a fluffy ending please. I’m a sucker for Goku as you can tell 😭♥️
Also if you don’t mind. You don’t have to, but I also kinda want a headcannon of what would Vegeta teaching his significant other consist of? 😁
You sigh, your feet planted firmly in front of the sink. A stack of plates, a mile high, sitting there, mocking you. At least they’re clean now. Living with Goku, at times, is like living with a human garbage disposal. You swear, feeding one Goku is the equivalent of keeping a medium-sized army fed. You don’t even know why you still bother plating his meals, it only creates more work for you.
You grab a maroon rag from under the sink, deciding to chip away at the large stack. You take one of the plates, gliding the disheveled rag across it. Your body goes into autopilot, mindlessly completing the task at hand. Every once in a while, you glance out the window, taking a peek at your goofball boyfriend.
He’s out there training without a care in the world. Now, there are around a dozen plates on the drying rack, yet there’s not even a dent in the pile. You groan, persevering through, drying more and more plates.
You set the rag on the counter, wiping sweat off your forehead. You never thought chores would be this much of a workout. At least you can skip arm day at the gym… for the rest of your life.
You look up, peering outside the window. Goku’s still at it. Only now, he’s shirtless. Your lips part as he switches stances. His movements are so fluid. There’s something incredibly sexy about Goku when he trains. He’s so focused, so determined. It’s like he becomes a whole other person.
You stand there gawking at him the same way he looks at a good meal. Your gaze tracks his every move as your thoughts run wild. You could just stand here and watch him all day. Suddenly, your eyes lock. Crap, you’ve been caught. Goku waves at you, your face flushing. He chuckles at your reaction, grinning wide at you. His smile is blinding, like sunshine.
After being caught red-handed, you rush away from the window. You’ve been together for years. He’s your boyfriend. And yet, you can’t help but feel like a teenage girl who was caught staring at her crush. You huff, leaning against the fridge. Your forehead pressed against the cool surface. Why do you always make things so awkward?
Once you recover from your embarrassment, you grab a bottle of water from the fridge and take it outside. That man never remembers to hydrate. For a world-champion fighter, he sure doesn’t take care of himself. It’s a miracle he’s made it this long.
You stand on the front lawn, taking a mental note that it’s far too tall for your liking. A breathy sigh escapes your lips. Goku promised to cut the grass days ago. Your free hand moves to your hip while waiting for him to notice you.
Goku punches the air a few times before spinning around. Finally, noticing your intrusion. His eyes light
up like a Christmas tree. “Oh, hey.” He chuckles sheepishly. “How long have you been out here?”
“Not long at all. Here, take this.” You extend the bottle out to him, which he gratefully accepts. “You know. When you’re out in the blazing sun, training like a madman. You need to hydrate.”
“Thanks.” He grins, taking a large sip. Goku’s grown quite fond of what Vegeta refers to as your nagging. Goku, however, finds it endearing. It’s your special way of saying that you love him. “You’re always looking out for me.“
You giggle softly, shaking your head. "It’s my job after all."
"So, are you enjoying the view?” His lips curve upwards into a knowing smirk.
You tisk. “I can’t complain."
"Really?” His head tilts to the side. “Cause you seemed pretty skittish before."
"Shut up!” Your eyes narrow, though there’s still a hint of amusement masked by your annoyance.
“I’m only teasing. You’re allowed to stare, you know. Besides, I like it when you look at me. A lot.” Goku trails.
“You’re the most important person in my life. My biggest support system. Even if you don’t support everything I do."
You gasp in false shock. "I don’t support you now?” You snicker. “I guess all the household chores can stop then. You can start cooking your own meals as well."
"Hey, hey. Let’s not get hasty.” He raises his hands as if he were waving a white flag high in the air, signaling a truce. The thought alone of you no longer cooking for him is enough to make him do anything. “You know that’s not what I meant. Like when I enter tournaments… or when I fight bad guys."
"Oh, You’re so right. How selfish of me!” Your voice drips with sarcasm. “I’m so sorry that I don’t want my boyfriend to die!”
“Come on. You gotta have more faith in me than that…”
“Well, you’ve clearly never met you.” You’ve spent numerous sleepless nights worrying sick about him. No wonder why your doctor always warns you about your blood pressure. “You’re a maniac when it comes to a challenge.”
That’s a point he can’t really argue about. There’s nothing that gets his blood pumping like a challenge. Well, besides you, of course. “You don’t seem to mind much when I’m training.” He flashes you a teasing smile. “I always gotta be in fighting shape.”
“Oh, ya tough guy? How about you show me a few moves then?”
“Alright.” He nods. “How about now?”
Your eyes remain on him, dumbfounded. “Goku…” You squeak. “I was kidding."
"Don’t be like that. This will be fun.” He runs a hand through his spikey hair. “Plus, you always say we need to spend more time together."
"I meant dates! Not this.” You gesture with your hands.
“Well… you can always think of this as a date.”
You shake your head. “Absolutely not.”
“Please, for me.” His lips contort into a pout.
You pinch the bridge of your nose, huffing dramatically. “It’s not happening. So get the idea out of your head."
He steps closer to you, grabbing your hands. His hands engulf yours as your eyes meet. "This is really important to me. I know that I don’t exactly make your life easy. And being with me constantly puts your life in danger. I just… want the woman I love to be able to protect herself. It’ll give me some peace of mind. I’m begging you.”
Your heart melts. The light touch of his calloused palms against your own mixed with the warmth in his eyes. And just like that, you’re about to yield. You sigh. “Fine.” You always give in to him far too easily.
“Thank you.” His typical big, dopey grin spreads across his face. “So let’s get started.” His large hands find your waist, repositioning you into a fighting stance. He moves one of his legs between yours, gently kicking your legs apart to widen your stance. He can so easily adjust your smaller frame as if you were a doll.
It always amazes you how delicate Goku is with you. He’s one of the strongest beings in the universe, yet he’s so gentle. “Okay, stay just like that. Now, I need you to ball your hands up into fists. Like this.” He demonstrates the action for you. You copy, making fists with your hands. Clasping your thumbs into your grip. It feels so unnatural.
All it takes is one look for Goku to start laughing. “No. Not like that.” He shakes his head, grabbing your right hand. He untucks your thumb, then does the same with your left. “Your thumb’s go on the outside. You’re gonna break your hand like that.” He traces a finger along your thumb, sending a shiver down your spine. “And we don’t want that to happen.”
“Wow.” You giggle. “Who knew you’d be such a strict teacher. Now what?” You look up at him with big eyes. You’re quite surprised. You never knew something like this could feel so intimate. Though, it does make sense. You have heard that taking an interest in things your partner loves can be good for a relationship.
Goku takes a few steps back, appreciating your form. And maybe he uses this time to take a brief peek at your assets. He takes a deep breath before his arms fall loosely at his sides. “Now. Hit me."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me.” He grins. “Hit me.”
Your brows raise. “Have you lost your mind? I’m not going to hit you!”
“Come on.” His voice trails. “You know you want to.”
“I do not! You’re insane."
"Don’t be so dramatic. I doubt I’d even feel it. And you know what? I bet you wouldn’t even be able to hit me. You’re probably just scared. A little scaredy cat.” He knows much like himself, you won’t back down from a challenge. You have a competitive streak. Board games are terrifying territory in your home.
Your fists clench. Your nostrils flare. Your eyes narrow at the man in front of you. “Oh. It’s so on.” You send a barrage of sloppy punches his way, which he easily manages to evade. He’s so quick. Inhumanly fast. It’s not fair.
“Oh, come on, I know you can do better than that. I’m not even breaking a sweat here.” Your knuckles turn white as you send one last punch his way. Your fist connects with his jaw, sending him flying back. Looks like all that dishwashing has paid off after all.
Goku falls to the ground with a thud. Your eyes bug out, and you rush over to his side. “Goku! Are you okay?” You kneel down, hovering over him.
He groans, lifting his head up. “You know… I’m starting to think you don’t need my protection at all.” His head falls back to the ground, a breathy chuckle escaping his lips. “Cause with your right hook… I think you’ll be able to enter tournaments yourself.”
You glare down at him. “Definitely not."
"Oh, come on. We can enter like couples competitions.”
You place a hand on your hip, giving Goku the look. “It’s not happening. You have a better shot at convincing Vegeta."
"It would be fun. And you know it."
You roll your eyes, leaning down to caress his face. "That’s gonna leave a bruise.” Your lips contort into a frown.
Goku grins at your concern. He can’t help it. “I’m gonna be fine. I’ve been hit way harder than that.” He grabs you, pulling your body flush against his own.
“Hey! What are you—” He silences you. Pressing his soft lips against your own.
He grabs your chin, tilting it so you’re looking him in the eyes. “I love you.”
Your face flushes. “I- I love you too, stupid.” You stand up. “Now, let’s go.” You grab his hand, pulling him up. “We’re getting you ice. Now."
"But I wanna keep—” You cut him off.
“This is not up for discussion, mister.” You pull him along with you, dragging him into the house. Checkmate, you win.
Je suis francaise de 17 ans dur de bien traduire mais de ce que j en ai compris
Ton histoire est juste incroyable
J espère qu elle aura une suite (reine de tout les saiyens)
J aime vraiment bon courage pour la suite merci
I do not speak French, so let's hope Google Translate comes through this time.
Thank you so much! I'm glad you like my story! The story still has a long way to go, so there are no plans for a sequel anytime soon, but maybe in the future! Also, this is the first time I've gotten a comment in another language, so that's the goal, lol.
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