I’m Just Saiyan-ing

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The Princess of all Saiyans

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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.

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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.

[imjustsaiyan-ing]

Title: Kinktober Day 2 — Kidnapping

Character(s): Vegeta x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: Violence, kidnapping, physical restraint, choking (non-sexual), captive dynamic, aggressive language, canon divergence

Word Count: ~2.0k

Summary: The battle is over. Vegeta is broken, defeated, and ready to flee—until your thirst for vengeance collides with Goku’s plea for mercy. But sparing the Prince of Saiyans comes with a price, and before you can stop him, Vegeta decides your fate for you.

The battleground was a ruin of chaos. Orange dust from shattered rocks still hung in the air, carried lazily on the faint breeze that had only just returned now that the storm of ki blasts had ceased. Craters pocked the terrain in every direction, jagged scars marking where the force of blows had split stone and soil alike. The sharp scent of scorched earth clung to the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood. Silence pressed heavily over it all, broken only by the faint crackle of dying embers where energy had seared the ground.

Your palms pressed into the torn earth as you forced yourself upright, arms trembling with the effort until you managed to balance on your knees. Vision blurred by dust and sweat, your gaze swept over the devastation around you until it caught on the Prince of all Saiyans. Vegeta staggered forward, every movement marked with a pained grunt, dragging himself toward the spherical pod that waited to spirit him away. Blood streaked his battered frame, yet his expression burned with pride and fury, every step fueled by sheer defiance. He was hellbent on escaping the aftermath of the battle, unwilling to accept the humiliation of his defeat.

In the past, you might have felt relief wash over you knowing that Goku had pulled through once again. But this time? It was different. The very sight of this Saiyan, the one who had carved so much destruction into the planet and left your body aching, ignited something harsher. Your blood boiled, every nerve thrumming with anger, the moment your eyes locked onto him.

You wanted to kill him.

In seconds, your hand closed around Yajirobe’s katana, half-buried in the dirt, fingers locking in the hilt as if it owed you a favor. Blood trickled down your forehead, your back burning from where you’d been slammed earlier, but those aches receded into the noise behind a single, clear objective. Every muscle tightened with purpose. You will stop him before he leaves.

“Hey, Saiyan!”

Vegeta, propped against the space pod and panting, froze as his head snapped toward you. His onyx eyes fixed on the blade in your hands, narrowing at the threat as you leveled it toward him.

“Don’t think for a second you get to crawl away without answering for what you did,” you sneered, brows furrowed with barely contained anger.

Vegeta’s expression shifted, desperation peeking beneath the stubborn pride he had displayed before. “No- NO, you can’t do this to me!”

Your teeth ground together. All your friends had paid with their lives, and even when this man had been forced to his knees, he stayed defiant as if a simple command could rewrite the slaughter. No! Not when you still heard your allies’ screams in your ears, when you could remember Vegeta and Nappa cutting through them like they were nothing but insects.

You lifted the katana and drove it forward with a frustrated scream.

“Stop…”

The voice wasn’t out loud, but it rang sharp inside your head, making you freeze mid-strike, the tip of the blade trembling just an inch from Vegeta’s temple.

You blinked, confusion breaking through the red haze of fury, until recognition hit. It was Goku. His tone was weary, heavy, but still carried that stubborn resolve you’d come to know so well. He was speaking directly into your mind, holding you back even when he could no longer stand in front of you.

Instinctively, you search the battlefield for him. You found Goku lying on his back amid the rubble, battered and broken, yet still conscious. His head was turned towards you and Vegeta, his gaze steady despite the pain etched in his features. There was no anger in his eyes, only that familiar compassion as he watched your blade hover, your thirst for vengeance laid bare.

“Don’t do it!” Goku’s head pleaded in your head.

“What the—what do you mean?” You spat aloud, disbelief raw in your tone. “We need to kill him while he’s down. He’s pure evil. He needs to pay—”

“No, listen,” Goku interrupted, catching his breath to speak. “Just let him go, (Y/n)… Show him… what it means… to be merciful…”

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”

“I know what you must be thinking…” Goku said, his voice threading through your mind again. “But, believe me… I… know what I am doing… When Piccolo first came to us, he was just as evil as his father had been. He nearly destroyed, not only me, but the entire planet…”

Then Goku grinned, fighting a wince from the pain. “And now…—”

“And now he’s one of us,” you finished, your voice dropping to a quiet murmur.

“Right… And if someone as evil as Piccolo can change, I think anyone can…

“Vegeta deserves to have that chance. By showing him that the people of this planet have compassion and can show mercy… maybe he’ll learn to show some of his own. Piccolo learned, and now he’s not only a powerful ally, he’s a good friend… He even took care of Gohan while I was gone… traded his own life to protect him…”

As Goku spoke to your heart, your eyes shifted slowly to Vegeta. You noticed him moving in your periphery, inching himself further into the space pod bit by bit while your mental conversation with Goku continued.

“Who knows? Vegeta might do the same for one of us someday…”

Your hand tightened on the black-and-yellow hilt as you stared down at the Saiyan before you. Goku’s words still echoed in your head, faint but insistent, like a voice urging mercy through the noise. Vegeta stopped when he met your narrowed gaze, his eyes flickering between your face and the blade shifting closer to him again.

There was a long silence stretched across the battlefield—Vegeta staring, you debating, and Goku watching from where he lay in the rubble.

Then you let out a sharp, frustrated sigh. The katana clattered against the ground as you flung it aside like it had personally offended you.

“I can’t believe I’m letting you talk me into this,” you muttered, shooting a look toward Goku. “I better not end up regretting this, Goku.”

You caught the faintest curve of a grin on Goku’s battered face in the distance. “Thanks…” he breathed, his voice weak but filled with relief.

Despite yourself, a small smile tugged at your lips in answer, soft and fleeting amidst the wreckage.

Then, suddenly, pressure closed around your wrist.

You gasped, head snapping back to find Vegeta smirking through a sharp glare, his grip like iron regardless of the tremor in his hand. Before you could wrench yourself free, he summoned some last, impossible reserve of strength and yanked you toward him. How he could still move with such force while so battered was beyond reason, beyond anyone’s expectation.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” You screeched.

Vegeta’s other hand clamped the fabric of your shirt at your stomach, hauling you in as you scrambled to pull away.

“Wait! Vegeta!” You heard Goku hoarsely call from the rubble.

“Shut it!” Vegeta barked. He looped one arm around your neck and, with the other, shakily pointed at the injured Saiyan. “Mark my words, I’ll make you pay for this humiliation!”

You could already feel the tightness closing in, lightheadedness prickling at the edges of your vision as Vegeta’s arm cut off most of your air. He dragged you back step by step, his body trembling but unrelenting as he forced you toward the pod. You clawed at his forearm with one hand, nails digging into his skin, while the other scraped desperately at the metal edges of the pod’s frame. Your fingers left thin scratches across the surface, but it wasn’t enough to stop his pull.

Goku’s voice carried over the battlefield, hoarse and desperate, pleading with Vegeta to let you go. The sound fractured as the latch hissed shut, the heavy door sealing you both inside. Vegeta’s trembling finger slammed against the controls, each press more frantic than the last until the pod shuddered beneath you, the low hum of its systems coming to life.

“No, no, no!” You wheezed, the words torn from your throat as your eyes went wide. Through the pod’s tinted window, the ruined battlefield shrank beneath you in an instant. With a violent jolt, the vessel roared to life and shot skyward like a missile, the ground and Goku’s stricken face vanishing in a blur as you were carried away.

The moment the pod pierced through the planet’s ozone, Vegeta’s grip finally slackened around your neck. You collapsed back against the cramped interior, wheezing as ragged coughs tore from your chest, each desperate gasp dragging air back into your burning lungs.

Leaning forward, you pressed your palms against the cold glass of the pod, each breath rasping until it gradually steadied.

You blinked once. Twice.

Slowly, you turned your head, catching sight of Vegeta’s smug expression from over your shoulder.

“Are you fucking serious right now?”

“Hush, woman,” he hissed, venom threading through every word. “I’m not in the mood for your attitude.”

Without warning, he shoved you off his lap, forcing you into the cramped space between the cold curve of the glass and his knees. The pod was already too small, and now every shift of his body pressed you further into the corner, leaving you with barely enough room to breathe.

You instantly shot him a glare. “You just kidnapped me. I have a right to a shitty attitude.”

“Well, it doesn’t interest me,” he said flatly.

“I think it should, considering I just tried killing you less than a few minutes ago.”

His eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing there. “Careful. You’re alive right now because I allow it.”

You rolled your eyes and grunted as you tried to shift in the cramped space. “Could you at least move?”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“You’re squishing me.”

“Well, that’s too damn bad.” He smirked faintly, eyes closing as if to shut you out entirely, the curve of his knees still digging into your ribs.

“I’m going to fight you.”

Vegeta only managed to crack open one eye before your fist slammed into his side. The impact folded him inward with a strangled grunt, breath knocked from his lungs as his hand shot to the spot you’d hit. For a heartbeat, the pod filled with nothing but the ragged sound of him trying to recover and the electric rush of adrenaline trembling through your arm.

Once Vegeta had a moment to draw a ragged breath, his head lifted, and he scowled down at you. You returned the look with equal venom, jaw tight.

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The cramped pod offered no grace. 

He shoved you back with an elbow; you shoved back harder. Leather and metal collided as the two of you tumbled into a chaos of flailing arms and clenched fists. Knuckles met ribs, palms slapped cheeks, and the tiny space amplified every curse and grunt until it felt like the world had contracted to the two of you alone.

Your shoulder banged against the glass. His knee slammed into your hip. You hooked an arm around his neck, dragging him forward, only for him to answer with a stinging backhand that cracked against your jaw. For a dizzy second, you forgot about the stars outside and the planet you’d left below. There was only heat, friction, and the sharp, immediate need not to be bested.

You both fought like cornered animals, scrabbling for advantage until a hard jab to his shoulder finally made him spit a curse and stumble.

Just before you brought your fist back, he snapped, “Okay! Okay! Fine!”

He scooted back on the only seat in the pod and spread his legs, easing the pressure of his knees off you.

“There. That’s the best I can do.”

You huffed, arms crossing tightly over your chest as you sank back into the narrow space between the seat and the pod’s glass. At least this time, his knees weren’t digging into your ribs, cutting off your air. It wasn’t comforting by any means, but it was enough to breathe.

Sighing quietly, your gaze drifted from his battered form slouched on the seat to the widening expanse of stars beyond the glass.

This was certainly… something.

[imjustsaiyan-ing]

Title: Kinktober Day 1 — Masturbation

Character(s): Broly x Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, sexual self-discovery, mild voyeuristic thoughts, innocence kink

Word Count: ~1.07k

Summary: After meditation, Broly discovers a new kind of tension he can’t ignore… and his thoughts turn to you.

The water beat down in steady, scalding drops, trailing along the hard lines of his body and easing the ache from worn muscles. Ever since he first knew the comfort of real baths and showers, Broly had come to treasure them. Beneath the steam and heat, it felt as though the weight of the day and the burdens of life itself slid from his skin and vanished down the drain.

This time, though, his dark eyes were narrowed, his head bowed as he glared at his current… predicament. Hard, aching, and relentless with every throb. Ever since he had finished practicing meditation with you, the pressure had refused to ease, insistent on making its presence known.

Several hours had already passed since then. The tension would fade for a time whenever his mind was occupied, yet it always returned, relentless as ever. And every time it did, his thoughts circled back to you. Now, standing beneath the rush of hot water, his mind refused to let go, doing everything it could to summon you into his imagination.

His brows knit together in quiet distress. How was he supposed to rid himself of this recurring problem? He couldn’t imagine spending the rest of his life straining against his own clothes, unable to find relief.

His hands pressed into the tiled wall, fingers curling tight. Then stilled as a sudden thought crossed his mind.

He remembered the times on Vampa when his father would slip away, gone for only a few minutes before returning. Once, curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he had followed at a distance, careful not to be seen. What he found stayed with him ever since. His father; eyes closed and leaning against jagged rock, his hand moving in steady strokes as low grunts echoed in the still air.

What had his father been thinking of back then? Had it been a woman, the same way his own mind now wandered to you?

Broly’s gaze dropped to the hard length between his legs, and before he could think better of it, his hand moved down. His fingers closed around himself. Hesitant, clumsy, but driven by raw curiosity and a desperate need for relief.

His hand moved in a slow, tentative stroke, eyes fixed on the way his skin shifted beneath his touch. A soft sound escaped him, little more than a breath caught, as his chest tightened and a faint tingling spread through his body from the unfamiliar sensation.

But it didn’t take long for his thoughts to drift back to you. His tongue slid across his lips as he imagined the feel of yours against them. He had seen couples kissing before, and now he wondered what it would be like with you. Would there be a taste? Would it be sweet, like the chapstick he had watched you apply when your lips grew dry? Or would he catch a trace of whatever you had eaten earlier that day?

You were a thought that refused to leave him. Even once you were gone from his sight, you lingered at the edges of his brain like a whisper he couldn’t silence.

A muffled groan rumbled in his throat. You looked so nice today when you came to meditate with him. The clothes you wore did little to conceal the lines of your body. The length of your legs, the subtle curves that set your form apart from his own.

His hand quickened as his memories replayed the moment you sat beside him, your thighs appearing fuller from that angle. He imagined how they would yield beneath his touch, soft and pliant under the gentle pressure of his fingers, flesh giving way with every squeeze.

Broly’s free hand lifted to push the damp strands of hair from his forehead, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. Gods, what would you do if he touched you the way he was touching himself now? Would your face flush with embarrassment, lips parted in shock? Or would you tremble under him, desperate and needy like him? The thought alone made his grip tighten, his body shuddering with a rush of heat.

His face burned, the water burned—everything burned. He didn’t fully understand what he was doing, but instinct told him the fire building inside was carrying him toward something incredible. His breaths grew heavier, ragged pants slipping past his lips, barely audible through the steady rush of water cascading from the showerhead.

You must sound beautiful too. There was no way a soul as gentle as yours wouldn’t sound like heaven. The thought of your voice breaking against his ear, moaning his name, made his strokes grow uneven and frantic. His thighs quivered under the strain, muscles trembling as if he were holding back in a fight, though this battle was entirely different. His breath hitched sharply, chest heaving. The promise of release coiled tighter and tighter until he felt like he might burst.

A few more shaky strokes, his thumb circling over the sensitive tip, and his body finally gave in. His free hand clamped over his mouth to smother the desperate whine that tore from his throat as his release hit him hard. Thick spurts spilled across his knuckles and the shower floor, only to be washed away at once by the rushing water. His muscles locked, then shuddered violently, every tremor dragging the moment out until he was left weak-kneed and trembling against the wall.

Broly stood there, leaning against the wall to keep himself upright as he gave himself a few more gentle squeezes to wring himself empty. Yet as the last of the warmth ebbed from his orgasm, his heart began to race for an entirely different reason.

The weight of what he had just done settled over him: awkward, unfamiliar, but impossible to regret. His breath came in shallow bursts, chest tight, as his thoughts went back to you. While the evidence was washed away by the water at his feet, the truth remained.

It had only felt that good because he had been thinking of you.

Hopefully, if you discovered how he had tainted his memories of you with such an act, you would forgive him. Better still if you never learned of it at all. His lashes lowered as the water streamed down his face, and he told himself that was enough.

Yeah… it was fine if you never knew.

Right?

[yusukekitagawastan]

Bad Mentor (Vegeta x reader)

Warnings: Smut, scenting (kinda), rough sex This is cross-posted on AO3 - I have started a Dragon Ball x reader smutshot collection on there (my AO3 username: Starmanjr94)

It was times like this that made you frustrated you had to work with Vegeta. It was absolutely unfair. Your friend would never know just how aggravating Vegeta was, especially while training. They ended up paired with Goku. You often wondered why you weren’t the one paired with him.

Well, you did. A while back, Bulma had yammered on about how some tests she had conducted deduced that Vegeta was your ideal training partner. She was lucky you liked her, otherwise you would have thought she was plotting your demise or something.

Regardless, you panted heavily on the floor as Vegeta looked at you with a semi-disgusted look on his face.

“You will never achieve Super Sayian at this rate – pathetic.” He spat, crossing his arms.

You got back on your feet and stood up. You stared Vegeta down. “Are you trying to piss me off right now? You purposefully tripped me, and now you’re calling me pathetic.”

Vegeta smirked at you. You hated it when it happened, but you felt your stomach flip. Why did the biggest asshole you knew also had to be hot too?

“Why don’t you use that anger of yours for something useful instead of complaining.” He taunted.

You gritted your teeth. “I would if you actually tried to train me properly – all you seem to like to do is humiliate me.”

Since you started working with Vegeta, you felt like you really hadn’t made any progress. You believed he was to be blamed.

It seemed like he never offered any helpful advice, and anytime the two of you sparred, he would pull the dirtiest tricks. You always headed back to your room embarrassed and defeated. It didn’t help that your friend had already reached their Super Sayian form already and you hadn’t. If only Goku was your mentor.

Vegeta let out an amused huff. “Your humiliation is your own fault – I’d feel disgraced too if I couldn’t beat my opponent even once.”

Oh, how badly you wanted to punch him right now.

“See, this right here is why I’m not getting anywhere. You don’t teach me anything. All you do is run your mouth!” You snapped.

Vegeta actually started to look annoyed. “I can’t teach you what is instinctual, don’t you get it? You already have everything you need to advance – you know how to fight, you’re not weak. You just need to do something with the anger within.”

“I know that! That’s all you’ve been saying for weeks now. But you haven’t told me what to do with my anger.”

Vegeta mumbled to himself before speaking again. “Christ woman, I can’t tell you how to channel your own emotions. You have to figure that out yourself or else you will never achieve your Super Sayian form. That’s just how it is. What drives me, or Kakarot even, doesn’t necessarily mean anything to you.” He turned on his heel, clearly done with this conversation.

That only made you more upset. It felt like he was giving up on you.

“Don’t you leave now! We’re not done here.”

You watched as Vegeta paused his movements. He turned to look back at you for a brief moment. Then, he ‘tsked.’

“I think we are.”

You felt your anger boil over inside. As Vegeta started walking away from you again, you charged forward. You were going to take him down.

As your smaller, yet still solid form collided into his equally built body, you heard Vegeta gasp. In an instant, you were both on the floor, with you on top of Vegeta. You had taken him by surprise.

But, just as fast, Vegeta had managed to gain the upper-hand. Using his brute strength, he maneuvered himself out of your grasp and switched your positions. He had you pinned between his body and the floor now, your back to his chest. It was almost disorienting.

Vegeta chuckled softly right next to your ear. You practically jumped from the warm breath.

“Please enlighten me, what was that meant to accomplish?”

You were supposed to be furious, but his laughter, his warm body pressed against you, well, it was distracting. How annoying… You were supposed to be better than that. Normally, you could ignore temptations like that.

You attempted to thrash out of his grasp. “Get off of me!”

Vegeta only pressed you against the floor harder. He disregarded your demand. “Are you even trying?”

That reignited some of your anger. “Of course I am.” You grunted out, your words coming out strained from the weight on top of you.

You tried to brace your arms against the floor to get at least some leverage. Vegeta’s weight made it nearly impossible though.

The pressure Vegeta applied did not let up. You felt as he leaned closed to your neck again.

In a low and dangerous voice, he spoke. “I don’t think you are.”

You felt your face flush from his tone, from what he was insinuating. From the fact that there was some truth to what he had essentially accused you of.

While you most likely would not be able to get out from underneath him regardless, you normally put up more of a fight. There was some unsatisfied part of your brain influencing your actions right now. Something telling you to take it easy. You were glad you were facing the ground. Your blush couldn’t give you away if Vegeta couldn’t see it.

Clearly, not getting around much and training with someone as good looking as Vegeta had finally taken a toll on your mental fortitude. You stupidly enough craved the touch and heat of Vegeta, even though the logical part of your brain knew he would never allow himself to indulge in such things himself.

You had to admit, in that regard, Vegeta was the better Sayian.

You realized you hadn’t responded to Vegeta when you heard his obnoxious voice again. Vegeta’s face was still way to close to your ear too.

“Cat got your tongue?” His words leaked arrogance.

“You’re being such as ass.” You huffed, still being crushed by the mass on top of you. “I bet you’re enjoying humiliating me like this.” You hissed out.

“Hmm, maybe I am – but I know you’re enjoying it too.” His lips were practically hovering above the top of your ear. There was almost a hungry sound to his voice.

You involuntarily shivered, causing you to internally curse at yourself. You were practically telling on yourself to Vegeta right now. You were just proving him right.

You gritted your teeth. “Think what you want – you’re just filling your own ego.”

Vegeta stilled for a bit. “Do you take me as a fool? I’m almost offended.”

Your movements stalled as well. You didn’t’ want to genuinely anger the Sayian above you. You were hesitant to speak.

“You think I don’t see the way you eye me up?” Vegeta continued.

You felt your heart pound, your blood thrumming in your veins.

Vegeta lifted himself up slightly, reducing the intensity of his weight against you.

“Well?” Vegeta pushed.

You still didn’t answer.

With surprising care considering the act, Vegeta grabbed on to your hair and forced you to look back up at him.

You had to swallow back a moan. “This, this is inappropriate.”

Vegeta ignored your faux protest. He carried on. “You say I’m the inappropriate one? You don’t think I can smell how badly you want me? Over these past weeks, you’ve made no attempt to conceal your desire.”

“W-what?” Your breath caught in your throat.

Vegeta just ‘tsked’ at you. “You’re just as bad as Goku, not knowing a thing about Sayian biology.” A knowing smirk appeared on his face as he spoke again. “Sayians release pheromones when they’re aroused – but we have the ability to mask them at will. Helps us attract the mates we actually want.”

You wish the ground below you could swallow you up.

As a Sayian who had been in a similar situation as Goku, you had not had the luxury of learning about your own species.

So no, you had not known that little bit of information.

Vegeta let go of your hair, allowing you to look back at the ground in front of you. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Vegeta questioned.

Not wanting to let Vegeta know how demoralized and embarrassed you felt, you feigned some sass. “Oh gee, I don’t know – maybe for annoying you with my, uh, scent, when you clearly want nothing to do with me in that way.”

You felt no better than a man.

But, your woes quickly vanished.

“Who said I didn’t want anything to do with you, in that way.”

You forced yourself to look over your shoulder at Vegeta. His eyes were dark and intense. It was arousingly hot.

Somehow you managed to speak. “Well, I just assumed you only associated with me because you were forced by Bulma.”

A short gasp fell from your lips when suddenly, Vegeta thrusted down onto your ass. Engorged flesh pressed against your behind.

“Don’t assume things, woman.” Vegeta grunted out. “Your scent has been clouding my mind against my will. It is all I can think of when I’m alone. It-it’s utterly insane.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” You felt bad. You were clearly unknowingly torturing the man above you for weeks now. It was no wonder he was being a horrible mentor.

“If you’re truly sorry, why don’t you start atoning.” Vegeta challenged.

Oh, you liked where this was going. Well, at least where you thought it was going. So, you started to play coy.

“And how could I do that?”

Vegeta pushed his erection against your clothed ass again. “Oh, I think we both know of a way.” His eyes softened a bit though. “What do you think about that?”

“I think you already know my answer.” You didn’t want to verbally express want you wanted. You were still feeling mortified about the fact that Vegeta had been able to smell how horny he makes you every time the two of you trained together.

A serious look spread across his face. “No, I want you to use your words.”

You swallowed audibly as Vegeta awaited your response. “I like the sound of that.” You said in an embarrassed but sure voice.

With that, your nose was suddenly overwhelmed with an intoxicating smell. You literally moaned out loud from it. You felt your face burn as your blood heated up further.

“This is what I meant when I said us Sayians can control our scent.” Vegeta explained without being asked to.

You just let your head thud against the ground beneath you. “You can yammer on about Sayian biology another time – just do something.” You gasped out. You realized you were quickly losing yourself to your most basic needs. It must have had something to do with Vegeta revealing his scent to you.

Vegeta wasted no time in leaning down and nipping at your neck, his hands wandering around your sides. “I want to fuck you so bad right now. How does that sound?”

In response, you pushed up against Vegeta, causing a stifled moan to slip from his mouth. “Sounds great.”

Vegeta hungrily gripped at the top of your pants and panties, and pulled them down swiftly to the middle of your thighs. You felt your pussy clench on nothing, spurred on by his efficiency and eagerness.

God, you just wanted his cock in you right now.

But, it seemed like Vegeta had another plan.

You felt him slide one of his hands in-between your thighs from behind, sinking into your wet flesh. He sharply gasped at the sensation, and you swore you felt his erection twitch against your thigh.

“You are so wet for me woman, it’s, it’s unbelievable.”

You looked over your shoulder up at Vegeta. His pupils were blown, his face flushed. You watched impatiently as he brought the fingers that had just grazed your cunt to his face. He inhaled deeply before licking his fingers. He then literally moaned unabashedly from your scent and taste.

While that did things to you, as he went to move his hand to your cunt again, you shook your head.

A puzzled look crossed his face.

As much as you wanted to ride his fingers, come on his face, you needed his cock inside of you right now. Blame it on your Sayian genetics, but that is what you needed. And you felt unusually ready to take cock without foreplay.

“Please, just fuck me now.” You whined.

You almost wanted to feel mortified at your desperation. But, you couldn’t bring yourself to. You had spent well over a month constantly working out and training with Vegeta. Constantly saw him either in tight clothing, or even shirtless. He tended to always be soaked in sweat too, which only added to his appeal. Your training sessions with Vegeta had provided you with plenty of alone time material, and while you had imagined sex with Vegeta playing out a million different ways, sometimes even soft and sweet, you just needed him plain and simple right now.

There would other times to take it slow- wait, you shouldn’t think like that. This most likely would be a one-time thing. You didn’t let that upset you though.

Your mental monologue was interrupted by the hurried movements of Vegeta behind you. He rushed to free his dick, clearly on board with not taking it slow either.

You jerked forward when you felt the head of Vegeta’ cock tease your entrance from behind. You didn’t even have time to scold him before he started to enter into your sopping cunt.

It felt so good, all you could do was sigh in relief. The moment was short-lived though. Vegeta moved fast, but deliberately.

You choked out a sob as Vegeta thrusted into you. It felt like something in your life was finally clicking, as dramatic as it might have sounded. But truly, it felt like his cock was made for your pussy.

The way the veins of his cock felt against your walls was divine. The obscene noises of skin meeting skin stirred your blood more. You had no purchase on the floor, yet you still attempted to grasp onto the mat below you.

“Just, just like that.” You whimpered.

That only encouraged the man above you. He repositioned himself to be on his knees, grabbing a hold of your hips tightly. He only moved into you deeper now. You couldn’t help but clench around him.

“Fuck, your cunt feels so good.” Vegeta growled out.

You were glad your face was pushed up against the floor, as it helped muffled your pathetic noises, and cool surface beneath you felt nice against your burning face.

“This is so much better than I imagined.” You admitted without thinking.

Vegeta’s movements faltered a bit, but he recovered almost instantly. “You thought about this?” He asked in disbelief, semi out of breath.

You bit your lip as you debated if you should be honest or not. The pleasure must have gotten to your head though, because you decided to keep running your mouth.

“So, so many times. Lots of different ways too.”

You felt Vegeta twitch inside you from your admission. He thrusted into your harder then, pressing you firmly into the floor.

His roughness caused you to whine, made heat coil intensely in your lower stomach. A shocking thought ran through your head. Would you be able to finish from just his cock alone? It made your walls flutter at the thought.

“Woman, I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.” Vegeta said through his teeth, his chest pressed tightly against your back.

The thought of Vegeta coming, coming inside of you filled your dirty head. You moaned obnoxiously, then purposefully clenched hard around the cock filling you.

Vegeta made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a whimper. “You witch!”

You felt his movement grow sloppy. Your own pleasure started to reach its peak too.

You knew Vegeta would finish soon, and so a foolish thought entered your head. “Vegeta-” You were breathless. “Vegeta, inside please.”

Vegeta released a noise of protest, but you felt his dick jump at the thought. You pushed back against him harshly.

“Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.” You reassured him.

He let out a choked sound. “I can’t do that.”

You whined, pushing back against him to meet his movements now, chasing your own release. “Why not?”

Vegeta surprised you by stilling. You looked over your shoulder at him. There was conflict clear in his eyes. His face was red; he seemed almost embarrassed.

“It, well, it is a very intimate thing to do. Well, at least considered amongst Sayians.” He had a hard time meeting your eyes.

You kept curious eyes on him, urging him to go on.

“I can’t believe you’re making me explain this now of all times.” Vegeta huffed out, out of breath from the awkward conversation and the current activity the two of you were engaged in.

“You’re essentially asking me to breed you…”

At the thought of Vegeta not only finishing inside of you, but breeding you too, you clenched tightly around his cock. You wouldn’t mind carrying his children. Wait, where the hell did that thought come from? Sayian genetics perhaps? You were too consumed by pleasure to fully care. All you knew was the idea of Vegeta’s come filling you up and dripping out of your pussy made you feel hot.

“Woman!” He seemed scandalized.

You smiled cheekily at him. “Please. I need to fill me up.”

Vegeta growled at you, resuming his movements with more ferocity than before. He was like an animal, claiming what was his.

“We will talk about this later.” He managed to ground out.

All you could do was take what he was giving to you. It was frantic, raw, and consuming. So, all you did was nod slightly in acknowledgment.

Despite the brief pause, it did not take long for Vegeta to begin to shift into you clumsily. He gripped tightly onto the back of your hips, definitely leaving bruises, and he lowered his face to the back of your neck.

You cried out in both pain and pleasure when he bit down, his hot release finally spurting out and into you.

As he filled you up, the hot liquid, the sharp pain from his teeth, well, it sent you over your own edge. Your walls squeezed around him over and over again, milking him of his seed. As you came, your leg and core muscles tightened and relaxed in time with your orgasm.

Almost as fast as it had begun, you started to come down.

You whined as you felt Vegeta pull out of you, some of his come spilling out of your used cunt.

Though, you felt a wave of satisfaction wash over you when you heard Vegeta groan at the sight of your pussy, your own release mixed with his own spilling out.

You couldn’t help but gasp though when you felt fingers prodding at your now sensitive pussy. It was Vegeta pushing his come back into you.

You really wanted to look behind yourself and see Vegeta for yourself, but you suddenly realized just how wrung out and tired you felt. You just let out a sigh instead.

Vegeta must have sense something, because instantly you felt him pressed up against your back, though he was taking care not to put all his weight on you. You felt his warm breath on his ear before he started talking.

“I think we need to discuss some important things regarding Sayian biology.”

You had no idea what he meant by that…But a small part of you did. Something instinctual was trying to tell you something in your fogged up mind.

[marinatedchickenthighs]

[marinatedchickenthighs]

[ichimao]

Piccolo from Dragon Ball 😛🥰🔥😱💕

[goichimonji-official]

Purple + Green = love

[thedbscribbles]

Hi :3

Yes I’ve been absent for months, I’ve been busy and honestly I haven’t been drawing SHIT due to a huge art block, also I am currently totally obsessed with KCD and haven’t been really able to do db art. I plan to be back soon with posts though because I still love it (duh).

Enjoy the art I did for the vegebul coloring book for now :) (I might post a colored version ….someday)

Link to my post with the purchase info HERE.

If you want the digital version though you’ll have to contact @serenityhime1 !!!

Bye for now and I hope to see you soon with more art lolz.

[thatsallguys]

Is that all? 🌌

[haruart66]

Nice tittttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttts-

[alesshi]

Turnabout is a losing game

[imjustsaiyan-ing]

💀😂

[bruciemilf]

Goku’s already conventionally attractive in earth terms, but imagine how fucking funny it’d be if, like. by sayian standards, Goku’s SUPERMODEL pretty. So, to Vegeta, it’s like fighting Sofia Vergara everyday.

[imjustsaiyan-ing]

Lmao, I’ve always imagined Vegeta is considered conventionally attractive by both Saiyan and human standards—because, come on, he married Bulma. That woman does not settle for anything less than top-tier fineness. Have you seen that royal ass??

It’s like Sofia Vergara vs 2011 Thor-era Chris Hemsworth. Supermodel pretty vs peak masculine handsome. Except Goku couldn’t care less about his looks, so Vegeta’s stuck in a one-sided rivalry over who’s the better-looking Saiyan, just to boost his own ego. 😂

[bruciemilf]

OH REAL— Vegeta’s the Tom Hiddleston of Sayians except he has 99 problems and anger is every one of them.

[imjustsaiyan-ing]

Literally Goku’s brain every time Vegeta tries competing with him 😂😂

[shannonsketches]

This post-credits "on the trip home" gag has been in my head for weeks I had to do a super quick comic about it. I love Dragon Ball as a comedy above all things I'm so glad they made bath time canon

bonus panel

[lupinstardusts]

[bruciemilf]

Goku’s already conventionally attractive in earth terms, but imagine how fucking funny it’d be if, like. by sayian standards, Goku’s SUPERMODEL pretty. So, to Vegeta, it’s like fighting Sofia Vergara everyday.

[imjustsaiyan-ing]

Lmao, I’ve always imagined Vegeta is considered conventionally attractive by both Saiyan and human standards—because, come on, he married Bulma. That woman does not settle for anything less than top-tier fineness. Have you seen that royal ass??

It’s like Sofia Vergara vs 2011 Thor-era Chris Hemsworth. Supermodel pretty vs peak masculine handsome. Except Goku couldn’t care less about his looks, so Vegeta’s stuck in a one-sided rivalry over who’s the better-looking Saiyan, just to boost his own ego. 😂

[dubiousdisco]

holy shit