Hiya!! Would you mind writing Dragon Ball characters (who ever you choose) x mitsuri!reader?? (I rlly like mitsuri if you couldn’t tell LMAO)
Hol' up... gotta do a little research...
Definitely hoping this means Mitsuri of Demon Slayer. That's... That's who I'm referencing as Reader.
He doesn't know how to feel about you, on the one hand- you are extremely strong and capable of fighting and defending yourself, on the other- you can be a little annoying when he's trying to train
He worries about you being taken advantage of however, you seem far too innocent for your own good
He can absolutely hear you coming more than a mile away, he lets you tackle him with hugs and/or hide under his cape while hugging him
He doesn't understand marriage in and of itself, but he can't deny how bright you make life- even if it is against his will
Though when you get quiet, he does everything he can think of to help walk you through it- doesn't matter if you've "gotten over" what happened, he knows things like that can pop up and cause problems for years
He is blinking slowly at you practically all the time, he doesn't know how to feel- but he deeply enjoys your company
Loves listening to you go on and on about things- even if you aren't saying words, he knows exactly what you're saying
He has adopted your speech patterns- much to everyone's dismay
Adores when you hang off him, literally loves having you nearby
Also has no clue what marriage is, but he won't look at anyone else anyways
Finds it cute that you can fight- especially when you show off major feats of strength like its nothing
He both does and doesn't understand how you feel about things that happened in the past, at the very least he will try to comfort you at first chance
Slightly weirded out by how energetic you are, he jokes about how you're part bouncy ball
Tries to show off his strength, but he also loves when you show off your strength as well (he's only a little jealous/awkward about it)
Has spent far too long trying to figure out what language you use when you get hyper, until Goku or Bulma mentions that you just make random noises sometimes
May or may not adopt your mannerisms, starts making noises when he can't find the word
He will jump you the second you mention marriage; you are over his shoulder while he looks for the priest
When you go quiet, he sits with you and holds your hand- he knows what its like to lose people in combat and the dark places it can leave you
Constant Tired Dad expression, how can someone have so much energy?
Zones out frequently when you start making noises during conversation, still knows exactly what you're saying
Lowkey hates how efficient the noise making strat is for communication though...
Will not admit that he loves how clingy you can be at times, he is a little touch starved
He doesn't know how he feels about marriage- as this would be his second one, but he can't deny his feelings for you
Every time you get extra quiet, he starts oversharing about himself- particularly about the people he's lost in battle and how he's coped with that, ways he learned to live with the pain
He doesn't show it, but he loves your over-the-top energy and clingy affections
Will spar as much as you want to, or go do anything- you genuinely make life feel more colorful and fun
He loves snickering as you two show off how deceptively strong you guys are
Will toss a little snark and shade at you from time to time, all in the most playful manner possible
Perfectly content in whatever relationship status you'd want; marriage, dating, situationship- he just likes being with you
Gets really worried when you go quiet, he tries to get you to open up and talk to him so he can help
He's a little miffed that you're a bit taller than him...
But you being as strong and capable as you are is a bonus
He finds it adorable how you bounce around and cling to him, a little less when you hug his soldiers (he won't stop you, but he is watching like a hawk, so his men don't touch you in ways he doesn't approve)
Though he is snickering when you lowkey terrorize Dodoria and Zarbon with group hugs- The Ginyu Force have no problems with group hugs, but you have to initiate (they are terrified of Frieza getting them if they start it)
He doesn't notice when you start making random noises instead of using words, he just assumes its a second (or third+) language
Marriage was a given after a short adjustment/dating period, Frieza is thrilled to bits to have such a strong (and gorgeous) partner on his arm
He is not good at comforting you when you go silent, but he learns fast to shut up and hug in those instances
He is always snickering/laughing at your antics, whether you're tackle hugging him or his men- he finds it entertaining
He actually loves when you start making noises while talking, makes it easier to listen to you and do his thing
Every time you out-lift his men he has to hide or risk roaring with laughter- he loves seeing you show off like that
He also figured marriage was a given- eventually, a powerful partner on his arm will make him seem like a far better ruler than his little brother...
He has seen how his men handle death of a comrade, so he tries to show you compassion and empathy when you go silent- he won't let you go through things like that alone (he hates seeing you not being yourself)
-One of Goku’s most recognizable and iconic traits is his huge appetite.
-He’ll eat basically anything you give him and is not picky at all.
-He definitely gets the idea of “made with love.” Homemade cooking is his absolute favorite.
“Wow, I’m stuffed! Thanks for the food!”
Vegeta
-Despite his royal lineage, Vegeta is still a big eater.
-He’s a bit more picky, wanting to seem like his palette is high class, but he won’t turn down simple foods, especially if you make it.
“You expect me, the Prince of all Saiyans, to eat something as simple as ramen? Hmph… Well, I suppose if there’s nothing else…”
-He probably won’t be too honest about his feelings on your food, but he deeply appreciates the sentiment.
Son Gohan
-Gohan doesn’t have quite the appetite as his father, but he still eats more than the average human does.
-He LOVES homemade cooking. It is his absolute favorite.
-He’d even help you out with cooking.
“I’m back (Y/N)! Are you cooking soup? Let me help cut the vegetables for you.”
Future!Gohan
-Future!Gohan is unfortunately unable to eat as much as he did as a kid due to the situation with the world.
-So if you manage to bring him a big meal, he’s incredibly grateful.
-He does his best to savor whatever food you give, just like he does with any moment he spends with you, knowing it could be gone at any point.
“Thank you for the food, (Y/N). Would you like to spend some time cuddling?”
Future!Trunks
-Future!Trunks also isn’t used to having huge meals due to the timeline he comes from.
-But once the Androids are taken care of and you’re able to make bigger meals for him, he is overjoyed.
“You made all this for me? Thank you so much, (Y/N).”
-His manners are quite good. Bulma has raised him very well.
Trunks
-Trunks is a big eater and loves to do so.
-He isn’t picky at all, but he tends to enjoy foods that are easy to eat like chicken and ramen.
-He’s a very fast eater as well. As he gets older his manners improve, but he can’t help but chow down when given the opportunity to.
“You’re still eating? I’m ready for seconds!”
Son Goten
-Goten has extremely good manners. Of all the Saiyans, he’s probably the best at eating in moderation.
-He won’t complain about anything you make him, he’ll appreciate it all.
“Wow! Did you catch this fish yourself? It looks really yummy!”
-He’s a lot like his father and brother where he loves homemade cooking much more than anything from restaurants.
Broly
-Broly is a BIG eater, possibly even more than Goku. Be prepared to cook very big meals for him.
-He hasn’t had much variety in what he’s eaten due to living a life in isolation for so long, so Earth food is pretty new to him.
-His manners aren’t the best, but he’s learning, so please be patient with him.
-Not very vocal, but he deeply appreciates when you cook for him.
“Thank you, (Y/N).”
Raditz
-Raditz is a lot like Vegeta where he won’t be honest about enjoying the food you make for him, but he deeply appreciates it.
“Hah, this is a meal suited for a low class warrior. You really think I’ll eat it?”
-Of course he does without complaint. But he won’t show it.
-He’s a big eater and doesn’t have the best manners, but he’d be willing to learn how to get better.
Nappa
-Nappa is a big man, so he eats more than the average Saiyan.
-Despite his huge size, he’s actually quite a big softie. He’ll even help out with cooking. He has some experience with doing so since he cared for Vegeta and Raditz when they were younger.
“You sure you don’t need any help? I could go grab some ingredients for you when you need them.”
-Underrated boyfriend material not gonna lie.
Bardock
-Well, Goku had to get his huge appetite from somewhere, didn’t he?
-Bardock isn’t a big eater, just like his son, although maybe not to the same level.
-He’ll scarf everything up quickly and without any complaint, loving every bite.
“Heh, thanks, dear. I’ll be sure to eat every last bite.”
Basically what it says on the tin. What it would be like to get freaky with some of the DBZ/DBS villains, in my humble opinion. I have written fics for most of these so if you are interesting in more of what I have here please see my masterlist!
P.S. Granolah is here because he starts off as a villain okay?!
Content warnings: sort of yandere vibes, bite marks, bruising, overstimulation, Saiyans being Saiyans.
Turles
Turles has a sort of dangerous, effortless charm that extends to intimate situations. He loves playing the long game, teasing you with his fingers and lips, smug grins and whispered taunts that leave you flushed and frustrated before he even starts.
Every single move is direct and purposeful with the intention to make you beg. He truly takes his time, nibbling your hip bones, stroking feather-light swipes over your folds with the pad of his thumb with lazy confidence, licking at your nipples for just long enough to make you squirm. He is a patient man when it comes to seeking victory, and he knows full well that it will be all the more satisfying for the both of you when he finally gives you what you want.
Despite his rough, battle-worn exterior, he has an undeniable finesse in the way he dominates. He is gentle with your most sweet and sensitive spots, but exploits them with the perfect amount of bittersweet pain—soft little bites and sucks. But when he knows you can handle it, he doesn’t hesitate to leave marks on your skin. Pretty love bites and bruises, all over your neck and shoulders, maybe even your tummy. He also likes to use his tail to hold you in place.
“My, you are quite the spectacle, my sweet. Covered in my little marks, all mine.”
100% a dom and knows it.
Z Broly (base)
Broly is a force of nature in everything he does, and intimacy is no exception. His immense power makes him hesitant at first—there’s always a fear that he’ll lose control, that his overwhelming strength might be too much. He’s used to destruction, not tenderness, and the idea of being close to someone in such a vulnerable way makes him awful scared. But once he’s reassured by you that he can let go, that he’s safe with you, he gives himself over completely.
When Broly loves, he does it with his entire being. His touch is heavy, filled with as much need as strength, and he can’t help but grip, pull, and hold as if he’s afraid you might slip away. There’s something almost animalistic about him—he follows instinct, desperate to claim and be claimed in his entirety in return. His breathing is ragged, his body burning with the sheer intensity of his emotions, and he groans low in his throat as he buries himself inside your velvet warmth, needing to feel you completely.
Broly is tentative and gentle, not wanting to split you in half. But once your nails dig into his back and you look at him with those sweet eyes asking him to move, he’d be damned if he didn’t do anything you say.
Afterwards he clings to you like a lost puppy. He may not have the words to express his feelings, but his embrace speaks volumes.
Is a sub. Likes when you tell him what you like and how to do it.
Goku Black
Goku Black approaches intimacy like a ritual, an act of both control and indulgence. There’s an eerie grace in the way he moves—slow, deliberate, every touch calculated to elicit the precise reaction he desires. He savours the way you shiver under his fingertips, the sharp gasps when he drags his lips across your throat, the quiet whimpers when he pulls away just to watch you eyebrows knot in pleading.
He thrives on power, on knowing that even in your most vulnerable moments, he is the one in control and the one you give in to. To him, there is something darkly thrilling about it—watching you surrender to him completely, knowing that he has reduced you to nothing but pure sensation. But yet, there’s an odd reverence in the way he touches you, as though you are something to be worshipped before you are to be devoured. He murmurs against your skin, a sinful mix of teases and degrading taunts.
“Don’t forget how lucky you are to be here, my pet.”
“That’s it, let go for me, I’ve got you, I always do.”
But Goku Black is not gentle—his passion comes with an edge of cruelty. He enjoys drawing things out, testing limits, seeing just how far he can push you before you break. And of course, he has to be the one to put you back together.
Dom but enjoys the odd occasion of letting you worship his body while he relaxes.
Granolah
Granolah is cautious when it comes to intimacy—his entire life has been built around survival, and letting someone into bed with him hadn’t exactly been a part of that. It would probably be his first time, to be honest. At first, he’s hesitant, almost rigid, unsure of how to allow himself to be vulnerable. But once he lets go, there’s a quiet intensity in the way he shows his affection and desire, an unyielding focus that makes every touch, every kiss, feel impossibly meaningful.
He’s surprisingly tender, his fingers tracing the planes of your skin as though memorising them, mapping every inch of warmth. His movements are precise, careful and a little hesitant. He doesn’t quite know the right way of doing things, but he uses his feelings for you to guide him. His hands are strong, calloused from battle, but he holds your body close as if you are the finest porcelain. He is extremely attentive to your needs, focusing his eyes on your face and your reactions, but blushes when you make eye contact. He also gets embarrassed at the moan he lets out when he presses his cock into you for the first time.
His breath hitches and he lets out the sweetest little sounds of pleasure, but doesn’t say too much. He’d rather focus and cherish the moment, as if it were something special. As if he’s afraid of waking up and having it all be a dream.
“You’re so perfect. I’m so glad you’re mine.”
“You’re the only person I ever want to do this with.”
Soft dom once he gets his confidence up.
Raditz
Raditz is all about hunger and possession. His approach to intimacy is wild, untamed, and driven by instinct. He’s rough around the edges, more primal than poetic, but what he lacks in romance, he makes up for in sheer passion. He doesn’t offer much in the way of kisses, he prefers to have his lips locked with your pussy.
He’s the type to pin you down with a feral grin, his deep, husky voice teasing you about how needy and pathetic you look before he’s even laid a hand on you. And when he does? There’s not an ounce of trepidation. He takes.
His hands are big, strong, almost overwhelming as he grips your waist, pulling you flush against him. He purrs and growls in your ear, murmuring cocky taunts and wicked promises about how good you are for him, how badly he’s wanted this. He’s demanding, relentless, pushing you to your limit just to hear you scream out intelligible syllables starting with R and ending in -aditz. He rubs your clit while he fucks you, intent on making you brainless.
“You look so cute all blushing and whining for me, babe.”
He gets off on being the one to make you cum. No seriously, he will do it again and again, whether it be with his fingers, tongue or cock, he doesn’t care. He wants to overstimulate you.
“Good girl…Let’s see if you can give me one more.”
Dom but secretly loves when you make him submit to you. Seeing you feisty and confident turns him on.
Hello, could I ask for 10 of the worst yanderes in the Dragon Ball universe? Not in any specific order, just explaining what they would be like...it doesn't even have to be 100% canon, I would just like your takes based on their vibes! Thank you and have a good day.
PS: if possible, could u also do "rarest" characters? If you get what I mean🙏🏻🙏🏻
Some of the worst yandere in the Dragon Ball universe
Warnings: yandere themes, nothing too graphic.
Notes: Hi anon! I hope you like it, each one is not too long because you asked for so many characters, but i had fun tho!! I also tried writing for some different characters than usual, but I've never written for them before so forgive me if I made any mistakes.
He's a narcissist who genuinely believes the entire universe belongs to him. That possessiveness would clearly go into overdrive with a partner, because you wouldn't just be his: you'd be the one thing in his empire he actually chose instead of conquered.
He doesn't ask at all, he doesn't even think of doing it. You're his the moment he decides it, and he'll never once consider that you might've wanted a say.
Theatrical about it too... introduces you to enemies and subordinates as "mine" with this delighted, mocking little smile, like he's daring them to react badly so he has an excuse to get violent.
Absolutely tracks your movements through his men, has eyes on you at all times across the ship. not out of insecurity, he'd never admit that. He is just thinking that is the norm, like "why wouldn't I know where my things are at all times?"
Punishes anyone who so much as looks at you too long, and does it in front of you, calm and smiling, like it's a gift he's giving you rather than a threat.
The scary part is how quiet he (usually) is about all of it. No yelling, no possessive outbursts or trivial things like these. Why should he in the very first place? After all,he's sure that your place is with him, and there's no other way.
if you ever tried to leave, he wouldn't even panic. he'd just be almost amused, like watching a pet try to escape a very nice cage... right before he made sure it never happened again
He doesn't do romance in any traditional sense. doesn't need to. his version of affection is letting you live, letting you keep your name, letting the galaxy know you're untouchable because you're his. And expecting endless gratitude for it.
Zarbon
So...Zarbon is canonically obsessed with beauty and image, vain almost to Frieza's level, and deeply insecure underneath his composed exterior. I see him as someone who needs to possess something beautiful to prove his own worth, and who transforms into something monstrous the moment he feels that control slipping.
Initially treats you like an accessory to his image; impeccably dressed, always presented perfectly, shown off at Frieza's side functions like a trophy.
Deeply insecure about comparison. He hates it if you so much as compliment another man's looks, takes it as a personal attack on his own worth.
His transformed state is basically a metaphor: the calm, elegant mask slips completely the moment he feels threatened or disrespected, and what's underneath is much scarier.
Controlling about your appearance specifically. He wants you dressed a certain way because how you look directly reflects on him.
He would frame every act of control as devotion: "I only want you looking your best" while slowly deciding what your best actually means.
Cell
He's obsessed with being the perfect being, and once he decides you're his, you become part of that perfection. At the point where losing you wouldn't just hurt his feelings, it'd feel like a flaw in his design, something unacceptable.
He treats you like a prize he earned through evolution, smug and superior about it, like your existence at his side proves he's better than every fighter he's absorbed.
He would absolutely try to improve your life to keep you dependent on him...better clothes, better shelter, fewer reasons to need anyone else.
Weirdly possessive about your attention specifically, more than your body or your loyalty. He hates being ignored more than almost anything, sees it as a personal failure.
As we already know, games are his language, even with you. He'll test your loyalty like he tests opponents, setting up little scenarios just to watch how you react.
Doesn't get jealous so much as insulted, if you show interest elsewhere, he treats it less like heartbreak and more like you've made an error in judgment he needs to correct.
Broly
Well, he's practically...pure instinct. if he's imprinted on you as safe (or as his), separating you two is genuinely dangerous: not out of malice but because he doesn't regulate that panic well at all.
Gentle with you specifically, yet terrifying with anyone who gets near you... the contrast is the whole appeal.
Doesn't understand subtlety at all. If he's anxious you'll leave or get hurt, he says so, bluntly, sometimes clinging in a way that's more scared than controlling.
His rage state is canonically tied to also protecting people he loves, easy to extend that into something that spirals hard if you're ever in danger in front of him.
He doesn't manipulate you, he just physically will not let you go somewhere he perceives as unsafe, and his definition of unsafe gets broader the more attached he gets
You have to consider him less like a controlling mastermind and more like a devoted force of nature that as we already said happens to be terrifying to everyone but you.
Vegeta (Pre-redemption arc)
Clearly a pride-driven yandere. Which almost makes it scarier, because it means you're not dealing with someone chasing a feeling, you're dealing with someone whose ego has decided you belong to him and will not accept an alternate outcome.
Possessive through sheer arrogance, to be honest the idea that you'd want anyone or anything other than him doesn't even register as a real possibility in his mind.
He would never say anything soft about it out loud. Instead you get actions: showing up somewhere dangerous "by coincidence" , positioning himself between you and any threat without a word of explanation and things like these.
Treats your safety as a reflection of his own strength: if something happens to you, he takes it as a personal failure, and Saiyan pride does not handle failure well.
Doesn't do jealousy the way other people do: doesn't sulk or confront at all. He just gets colder, more clipped, trains harder, and makes it very clear without saying it that he noticed.
The control is subtle at first: opinions on where you go, who you see, framed as practical concerns about your safety rather than possessiveness. Until you realize he's slowly narrowed your whole world down to orbit around him, but by the time you realize it, it will already be too late to do anything.
Cooler
Cooler is Frieza's older brother, and where Frieza is theatrical and flashy about his cruelty, Cooler is cold, disciplined, and controlled, which makes him very different from his younger brother. In fact, he doesn't need to perform ownership for an audience at all. He just quietly makes sure there's no version of your life that doesn't include him.
Doesn't announce that you're his the way Frieza would, he just calmly eliminates any variable that might suggest otherwise before you even notice the threat existed.
He views emotional displays as weakness, so his control never looks like jealousy on the surface... It looks like efficiency, like he's simply removing inconvenient obstacles from an equation.
Expects total composure from you in turn, and reacts with a chilling disappointment if you show fear or defiance in front of his men, like you've embarrassed him.
Doesn't do warmth or soft language, the closest thing to affection he offers is competence: making sure you're protected, provided for, and untouchable, he considers that more than enough.
Android 17
His being built purely to kill Goku without hesitation, added to years of near-total independence from any authority except his own led him to genuinely not feel obligated to justify himself to anyone. If he decides you're his, that's simply the new fact of your existence, and he won't waste time explaining why.
He doesn't perform affection or possessiveness the way more theatrical villains do, his attachment is quiet, almost bored on the surface, but absolute underneath. He'd rather show you than tell you, and showing you often means a lots of things, included removing a threat before you even register it existed.
Canonically has an unshakeable bond with his twin sister, fiercely protective in a way that isn't loud or dramatic, just non-negotiable. That same instinct redirected at a partner would look like someone who doesn't ask permission to get involved in your problems, he just does because he wants to.
If we're talking about early-game android 17...well, he kills without a flicker of hesitation or remorse. Anyone who threatens you or tries to pull you away isn't met with a warning, they're just gone, and he doesn't see the need to mention it afterward. If you witness the incident, however, he will expect you to act as if nothing happened.
He doesn't do jealousy in an insecure way, he's too detached and self-assured for that. It reads more like irritation at an inconvenience, someone touching something that's already been decided as his.
Later canon (Super) shows he's capable of real loyalty and quiet domestic care once he actually commits to something, which creates an interesting arc: cold at first, but once he's claimed you, unexpectedly steady and protective.
Moro
Moro doesn't just want you close. He wants to consume, to take pieces of what makes you yourself, and call it intimacy.
Treats closeness with you as something almost nutritive, having your attention feels to him like something he needs rather than wants, and he's unbothered by how unsettling that sounds out loud.
Being centuries old he has learned patience most people never archive. When you're thinking about your old life or your family he doesn't rush at all,its facade is actually TOO quiet. He just slowly and methodically ensures you have nowhere else to go
He often gives you gifts: promises of power, healing,or simple things you asked for. But don't be fooled,these gifts always come with an invisible cost,he is always tightening his hold on you a little more.
The problem here is structural: he's not attached to you as a person so much as he's attached to what having you does for him, and he's honest about that in a way that's almost worse than lying about it.
Lord Beerus
This is a god of destruction who has never once had to consider anyone else's autonomy in his entire existence. So what we got here is a god who's decided, almost lazily, that you're his and doesn't see why that should be up for discussion.
If he took you it's because he really cares, and if he really cares he treats you as an exception to his famous impatience. Everything and everyone else bores or irritates him within minutes, but you get an unsettling amount of his attention, and he's not subtle about the double standard.
He doesn't threaten people who get close to you, he just makes it clear that they can't, once, and trusts that fear of him will do the rest. But if we're honest, there won't be any need for that, No one would ever knowingly try to go against him.
He has zero interest in performing romance or affection, but shows attachment through proximity. He simply doesn't leave, doesn't let you out of his orbit, without ever framing it as neediness. In the privacy of his planet he will lowkey force you to sleep with him, but like... really just sleep, yk the man.
His temper can be catastrophic, and the idea of it being triggered by someone threatening you specifically is not that far from reality.
Congratulations! a being who could unmake a planet without much thought decided that you, specifically, are the one thing in the universe he won't allow anyone to touch.
Raditz
He claims you almost immediately and treats it as settled fact. He doesn't court you (I honestly don't even think saiyans do that but thats a story for another day), he just decides you're his and gets visibly irritated if you act like that's up for debate.
Boastful about you to other the same way he boasts about his power level, more interested in the status of having you than in any other aspect.
He has a short temper AND even shorter patience for rejection. He gets aggressive, and unfortunately for you has no filter for how he expresses it.
Canonically willing to abandon family loyalty for personal gain, which extends in an unsettling way here: he'd justify almost anything, betray almost anyone, if it meant keeping you.
But to get to this point he must consider you indispensable to him, so... commit to becoming the definition of the word.
It doesn't matter how important you are to him,he still lacks any real self awareness about how controlling he's being. He genuinely believes he's simply claiming what a Saiyan like him deserves, and gets baffled, then furious, when you don't see it the same way.
You either love pathetic men or characters that get almost zero screen time. Maybe you just have a thing for guys that act all tough but are actually complete losers. As long as they have himbo qualities, you will always be there to baby the "little blorbo".
First Date
It was a long day and you had just finished your shift at the local fast food place. As you were closing up, you heard a strange noise coming from the alleyway.
'It's probably another animal... I keep telling the boss that we should just give our leftovers to the homeless instead of throwing it all out, but does anyone listen to me? NO!"
A loud bang then interrupted your inner monologue.
"...Hello?"
It sounded like it was coming from the garbage bin. You walked a bit closer and began to hear slight hisses of pain.
'Maybe I should call animal control...'
"GOD DAMN IT!"
'Okay, so maybe it's not a trapped animal after all...'
You went over to the bin and noticed that it smelled like radishes, which was odd since that wasn't an item on the menu.
"Um actually it's Kami damn it-"
"LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU WORM!"
Worm? You've been called a number of degrading names in this line of work but that was a new one.
"AT LEAST I DON'T LIVE IN A GARBAGE CAN LIKE OSCAR THE GROUCH!"
"I DON'T LIVE HERE YOU FOOL!"
"Then what are you doing in a garbage bin?"
...
"That's my business! Now tell me what you're doing here-"
"I WORK HERE!"
A very soft "shit" was then mumbled.
"Look, let me call you a cab or something-"
"Don't bother... It's not like I have anywhere to go back to..."
"So you're homeless then?"
"My home is currently scrap metal..."
"Huh?"
"I had to sell my pod for zeni and I got tired of sleeping in a cardboard box-"
"What the hell do you mean by pod?"
The stranger then climbed out of the bin. He was massive and had a hair style that looked like it belonged to a hedgehog. Said man immediately shook himself off like a dog, trying to rid himself of the filth he was now coated in.
"WHOA!"
"Impressed? I knew you would be, as it's not everyday that some one like yourself encounters a warrior with a power level of over a thousand-"
"Why do you look like sonic the hedgehog?"
"Excuse me!?"
"Actually, now that I think about it, your hair's black and you seem kind of edgy. Do you know shadow the hedgehog-"
"I AM NOT A HEDGEHOG! I AM A PROUD SAIYAN! BEHOLD THE GLORY THAT IS KNOWN AS RADITZ!"
"So you're named after a vegetable?"
Raditz seem to be taken aback by your question.
"Are you trying to tell me that you earthlings don't name your spawn after the superior food group?"
"Sometimes people name their kids after flowers or fruits, but I've never heard of vegetables. Sometimes we get the weirdos who name their kids after places though-"
"Just stop! My ears can only take so much!"
He then grabbed a fork (from who knows where) and tried to comb through his mane.
"You know there's an easier way to do that right?"
...
Raditz really didn't want to accept your help but he was starting to get desperate. He was covered in a rash from poison ivy (how was he supposed to know what plants to avoid on this planet) and had been living off nothing but garbage and animals in the forest (he tried people once but it just wasn't for him. Not because of the whole cannibalism thing, he just thought they didn't taste as good as dinosaurs. That and there were really loud. He preferred less screaming from his meals). He was also tired of sixth graders chasing him home after school as they pelted him with rocks and even tried to jump him with knives. And to think that his brother somehow turned out to be peaceful while being raised on this planet...
"I'll spare your life for now, as you may prove to be useful to me in the future!"
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"How much longer earthling?"
"I have a name you know!"
"Don't care!"
Raditz then swiped the purse from an elderly woman walking by. Most people had already fled in the opposite direction by that point, in fear for there lives but she must have been blind since she had a cane. You briefly wondered how she wasn't put off by the stench. Maybe she had no nose like Krillin.
'What am I doing? He just stole from an old lady!'
You were going to demand that he give it back but by the time you looked over, Raditz had raided it's contents and ate them.
"Bah! Earth food tastes awful!"
"I'm afraid to ask but what did you just eat?..."
"There was a bottle of something called Diamox? One didn't fill me up so I chugged the whole bottle and let me tell you, it was like trying to swallow bitter paste and sand-"
"I THINK THAT LADY HAS A HEART CONDITION! WHAT DO WE DO!?"
"Let nature take it's course! She should be proud to have lived so long-"
Raditz then fell to the ground.
"Are you alright?"
"I think my kidneys shut down..."
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You now had to drag the saiyan the rest of the way to your original location (trying to move a weak 300 pound man wasn't easy).
"I don't need a healing tank! We saiyans are strong-"
"Healing tank? Oh, I guess that's what your space hospitals are."
"...If you're not trying to heal me than where are we going earthling?"
"I said I'd help you out, remember? Now stand up will you, we're here!"
"Let's just get this over with..."
You managed to get Raditz to stay put while you went to the counter.
"Hello, how may I help you today?"
You then pointed towards him.
"I see. He's a very big boy, isn't hey!"
"I need the very best you've got!"
"I'll see what I can do..."
You then came back only to find out that the other customers had left. Why was Raditz foaming at the mouth!?
"You're acting like a wild animal so cut it out!"
"It's not my fault, they started it!"
"Then why did I hear you barking?"
"Hey, I was defending my territory!"
You rolled your eyes and gave up on arguing. Since everyone else was now gone, it was your turn so you joined Raditz and followed him into the room.
"Would you mind telling me what the hell is going on!?"
"I'm just trying to help you with your hair problems-"
"This all seems a bit much, don't you think?"
Suddenly the door flew open and several woman entered.
"You're right, he is a large one... Alright ladies, I need one you of to hand me the syringe while another helps me restrain him!"
The saiyan was about to shit his pants. It seems like a phobia of needles ran in the family.
"STOP! DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!"
Raditz then grabbed you.
"IF YOU TRY ANYTHING I'LL SHOOT!"
He had his fingers held in the shape of a gun with a small amount of ki.
"I was afraid that this was going to happen. We better go get 'him' to help..."
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It was five minutes later until you heard a knock.
"Thank Kami you're here!"
There seemed to be a tall, burly man entering the room.
"NAPPA!? JUST WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!"
The other saiyan then began to rub his bald head awkwardly.
"Don't tell Vegeta but I work here part time. If they need an enforcer, then they usually just get me to deal with it. Now are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?"
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In the typical Raditz fashion, the later had been chosen. After chasing him for a good ten minutes, Nappa eventually got his tail.
"See? This is why you're supposed to train it!"
The only reply he got was a small groan of pain. Nappa then tied his tail and clipped it to a hook on the wall.
"He should be fine to deal with now. If you have anymore problems than just holler at me!"
'This is so humiliating...'
Raditz found himself giving in to his sleep exhaustion and hoped that this was all a terrible nightmare.
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'Is it over?"
He could feel some one petting his hair.
'Mother?'
There was now faint humming.
'I must be dreaming...'
Raditz was nestled on your lap after you took him to the dog groomers. It took many hours, but eventually the staff got off his heavy armour and gave him a good scrubbing from top to bottom. You had to pay extra for them to detangle his hair but it had been worth it. He no longer stunk, and the infestation of lice he was starting to get was permanently gone now.
Raditz started to strech his limbs out lazily, almost as if he were a cat.
"I think someone's waking up."
"Mmm."
He then felt cold metal clamp around his throat and he jumped about ten feet into the air. Or he would have if his new "necklace" would let him.
"WORM! I DEMAND TO KNOW WHAT THIS CONTRAPTION IS AND THAT YOU TAKE IT OFF IMMEDIATELY!"
"Sorry, but I can't do that-"
"What do you mean by can't!?"
"So we have a thing called leash laws here-"
"I DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT! WHY IS THIS THING ON ME!"
"So Nappa said to use this one-"
Raditz was currently trying to break his collar.
"He said something about how you can't break it because it's made of kat-, kac-"
"Katchin!?"
"That's it! And I can't afford to keep buying them so I thought it was a good deal-"
The saiyan turned pet was now shaking your shoulders.
"THIS IS IMPORTANT EARTHLING! DID NAPPA SAY IF THERE'S A WAY TO UNLOCK IT!?"
"Probably but I stopped listening by then. His baldness was blinding me..."
Not only was this stupid collar attached but his armour was gone. Thankfully he still had his shorts. Raditz didn't think he could handle being nude.
"What happened to my clothes-"
"We figured you didn't need that heavy stuff so I went out shopping and got you some things."
You were now ruffling through multiple bags.
"THAT WAS MY ARMOUR YOU FOOL-"
"Which one of these do you like better?"
In one hand was a a shirt that said "POSTBOY" with jeans and a red cap and in the other was yellow pants and a pink button up with the words "BAD MAN" printed on the back.
"Do you have anything that isn't a glaring eyesore?"
"Well, there is one thing but I'm not sure if you want it-"
"Give it to me! There's no way that it can be worse than those two!"
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"Cheer up. I thought you didn't want bright colours?"
Raditz was dressed in black booty shorts and a dark blue top with the words "MEGA MILK" on it.
i find it crazy dragon ball is one of "the big three" and single-handedly one of the most influential yet still prevalent pieces of media, yet fanfics are SO slow
jjk is getting 3 uploads an hour and db boys are getting stuff like once a day
its also criminal how little Raditz content there is, if i cant find the crumbs then i'll make them so send in reqs
PAIRING: Raditz/AFAB!Reader. CONTENTS: AU - Planet Vegeta AU, Explicit sexual content, Overstimulation, Size Difference, Predator Prey WORDCOUNT: 2027.
Notes: This is for the Halloween 2025 requests, but I can't find who requested this, but I hope whoever you are, you see this 😭
This an AU where humans are Saiyans' slaves.
I honestly have so much fun with this one, even if i wasn't sure how to pull this particular request off. The request was Raditz + overstimualtion, bdsm and size difference, and i think it has a little bit of all of those, tho none of them in depth. I also unintentionally made this with a predator/prey kinda vibe, which honestly surprised me cause it was unplanned lmao
It’s been days, weeks, maybe even months since you have been labeled as Saiyan’s property, and given to Raditz. You were terrified and enraged about it, kicking and screaming when some Saiyans handed you over to him. All of them seemed amused that you were even trying to resist; a small mouse fighting back was hilarious to a cat.
You weren’t an idiot; Saiyan men were still men, and there was only one thing left for you as a human woman. You expected the worst when Raditz basically dragged you to his place, and you mentally analyzed all possible escape routes.
To your surprise, he didn’t even look at you.
It took you several days to finally accept that he wanted nothing to do with you. Raditz ignored you most of the time; the only time he acknowledged you was when he left food for you somewhere in the house. Saiyans sometimes didn’t bother cooking, so you learnt, so you took the chance to cook when he was away.
“What are you doing?” Raditz asked one day when he walked into the house.
He had been away all night and reeked of blood.
“I’m cooking.” You nervously replied; it was the first time he had ever spoken to you.
His tone wasn’t aggressive, just gruff and deep as he stared at you. He has let you do as you pleased all that time, you hoped that this wouldn’t be the exception. When he just scoffed and walked to his room, you sighed in relief.
“Does it taste different?” Raditz inquired later, when he saw you eat.
He had cleaned himself up outside, and the smell had deluded, although it was not completely gone.
“I think so, do you wanna try?”
Raditz looked wary of the food you were offering, but when he saw you were still chewing some of it, he took a piece of the meat with his bare hand before swallowing it all.
“Not bad.”
That was all he said before walking away.
You stopped thinking about running away soon after. Escaping was only a choice when you thought he would harm you. The reality was that most humans that tried to escape had a terrible fate, you had witnessed enough of it to know what it’d be like if a Saiyan were to see you outside Raditz’s place without permission.
But after he tried your meat, he started asking you to cook for him, and while it was mostly orders he gave you, he didn’t actually mistreat you. You had initially resisted, but it only seemed to amuse him. It was a reminder that you were still a prey in a world full of predators.
Raditz still barely looked at you, but he ate everything and anything you offered with delight.
You didn’t understand why; maybe you seemed too alien to him, maybe you just looked off compared to Saiyans. It wouldn’t have bothered you at all if it wasn’t for the fact that you tried to talk to him during meals, but most of the time he acted as if you weren’t even there. You didn’t know if you should be grateful he ignored you altogether, or pissed off he didn’t have any regard for you.
“I don’t understand.” You said to him one night during dinner, staring at him with a frown as he ate the dish you prepared for him. When he just glanced at you without a word, you went on. “Why am I even here? You don’t want me around.”
“Would you rather I let you free on this planet?” Raditz replied with venom in his voice.
“No, but you shouldn’t care if I leave, and yet you keep me here just to ignore me.”
He stopped eating, shutting his eyes closed. You feared you might have said something way out of line (though you barely even said anything) and immediately tensed up. You came up with a few ideas of what to do if he were to attack you, just in case, but when he turned to you, finally keeping his eyes on you for more than two seconds, you let out a sigh. His gaze was anything but violent.
It took a while for him to say anything but you waited, trying to look elsewhere, even when the way he was staring concerned you.
“I want you here.”
You frown in confusion. He said those words through gritted teeth, and the tip of his ears were turning red. It obviously took great effort for him to say that, and yet you didn’t comprehend.
“I don’t get it. You barely even interact with me.”
“Fuck, I-” Raditz rubbed his temples and finally looked away. “I know humans don’t even wanna be here but I was hoping you’d get somewhat comfortable with me.”
“I am, but-”
“You are?” He snapped, looking at you with surprise.
“Yes. I mean, I was expecting a lot of bad things when I got here, but none of them happened, so…” When Raditz kept gaping at you, you went on. “Why were you worried about that?”
“Are you that oblivious?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m dying to fuck you.”
His words wash over you as if they were cold water.
Or maybe it was hot water, you weren’t sure.
“What?”
“You heard me.” Raditz stared at you, studying your expression.
You gazed at him right back, unable to process his words.
Under no circumstances you’d have thought he wanted to touch you, not after practically ignoring you so long.
“I need to know more.”
“What are you talking about?” He scoffed.
“I can’t believe that, considering you ignored me for the longest time.”
“I don’t even know what you want me to say, woman!” Raditz ran his hand through his hair, messing it up more than usual. “I couldn’t even be in the same fucking room with you because your scent drove me crazy!”
“My scent?!”
“You smell like- I don’t know, like fresh air!”
You gaped at him in disbelief as the tip of his ears got redder with each passing second.
Maybe he was dying to fuck you.
In a microsecond, you pondered on the current events. An alien from a completely brutal race was in front of you, dying to touch you, consumed by lust. A tall, big, handsome alien.
It wasn’t like it never occurred to you that he was hot, but your circumstances dampen any kind of libido you could feel. But he was presenting himself to you on a silver plate, blushing and looking at you with dark, determined eyes.
“What if I wanna know?” You asked, cautiously. You didn’t even know how to convey what you wanted so you let the words flow on their own.
“Know what?”
“What it’s like… to be touched by you.”
Raditz kept his gaze on you for a long second, and the next thing you knew was that he was standing right in front of you, standing tall and imposing with hand on your arm, gripping it tightly, as if you were going to run away at any time. You gasped in surprise; he wasn’t using any force and his grip didn’t hurt, but you had never felt so pleasantly small.
“Are you toying with me?” He asked, seemingly annoyed.
“Why would I do that?”
“Why are you tempting me?”
“I… I wanna touch you too.”
A few seconds of silence followed, making you all the more nervous when he didn’t say anything.
His hand on your hair made you gasp, stunned when he pulled at it, making you tilt your head back. Fear crept in suddenly, mixing in with arousal once you felt his lips on your exposed neck. Raditz licked your skin, from your collarbone all the way up to your jaw; you felt like a piece of meat that he was about to sink his teeth into. It wasn’t a completely far off thought when you felt his teeth grazing your throat.
You inevitably moaned; your neck was a sensitive spot and you could only control yourself so much, but he was doing all the things that made your stomach turn with excitement. Of course he noticed, and he buried his face in your neck, breathing in your scent.
“Wha-What are you doing?”
“You smell really fucking good.” He replied, pressing his nose under your ear. “Shit, you’re driving me crazy.”
With a grip on your hips, he hoisted you on top of the table, pushing off the plate that was left abandoned as it broke into pieces. The noise startled you, but what made you yelp were his hands promptly and effortlessly ripping your clothes off before pressing you flat against the surface.
Raditz wasted no time, touching every inch of your body. He was rough, callous, squeezing and tugging everywhere until he pulled moans and whimpers out of you.
“Does it feel good here?” He asked when he tweaked one of your nipples. You couldn’t tell if he was being genuine or sarcastic.
“Y-Yeah…”
Pinning your wrists above your head with just one hand, Raditz entertained himself with your nipples. You arched your back as he pinched, licked and bit on your sensitive skin, making you all the more wet; your pussy was practically dripping.
He pulled back to look at your bare body as his free hand sneaked down your abdomen, curiously stroking between your legs. The way your thighs twitched and your breath caught in your throat when he pressed his fingers against your folds made him stare. His eyes were so dark, almost in awe, when he noticed how wet you were.
Raditz seemed to be experimenting on you, that’s what you thought. His touch was irregular and unsteady, but not unpleasant. Two of his fingers dipped between your slit, shallowly at first, before plugging in all the way up to his knuckles. You moaned and keen, rolling your hips against his hand. The tip of his fingers occasionally reached a sensitive spot inside, and it made you tremble when you tried to move so he’d do it again.
He was looking at you, intrigued by your every move. His eyes were particularly focused on your pussy, currently dripping your slick down his fingers and hand and onto the floor. Under any other circumstance, you’d be ashamed, but everything about your current predicament was turning you on. He was imposing, covering your body with his and hovering above like a predator, and yet he was completely enraptured by you.
Your orgasm took you by surprise. His fingers curled just right as he repeatedly slid them in and out, and you couldn’t control yourself. You quivered, back arching as a stuttered whimper left your lips.
You heard Raditz curse as he pulled out his fingers, followed by some words that you couldn’t comprehend in your current state.
His cock pushing inside your pussy was the next thing you felt. You let out a high-pitched yell, taken completely aback. You didn’t actually see his dick, but you could feel how huge it was, splitting you open as he bottomed out in one thrust.
Raditz didn’t give you any time to adjust, sliding almost all the way out before slamming back inside. He gripped both of your wrists, keeping them in place above your head, as he started a fast, hard rhythm.
Your entire body was on fire, it was like you couldn’t breathe. With every harsh thrust, the wind was knocked out of you, pulling all kinds of loud noises from your lips. There was a tang of pain every time he pushed in, but you couldn’t deny that it added to your growing orgasm.
You gazed at Raditz through hooded eyes. He looked far gone, eyes blown away with lust. He groaned and panted like a wounded animal, beads of sweat adorning his face, hair cascading down on you as he completely covered your body with his own. Seeing him like that made you all the more wet, and his cock was so big it inevitably reached all the right places.
Your vision turned white as you reached your second climax that night.
