Request: “I’d like to request a Vegeta x Z warrior male reader (gn is ok to if you prefer that) where reader kinda has the same “I’m not gonna put up with your disrespect” attitude like Bulma.”
Notes: Thanks for the request anon, I hope you like this piece. I was a little stuck on what to write at first. I’m happy to write a pre-established Vegeta x m!reader piece where the r is feisty like Bulma if you’d prefer that. You can lmk anon in the ask if you don’t feel comfy commenting 🫶🏼
There could be no doubt that ever since the Saiyan prince had shown up he’d been a thorn in your side. While Vegeta generally eviscerated anyone who dared him with his wilting scowl, he’d somehow taken a liking to you. Or at the very least a liking to antagonising you.
The first time you’d gotten his attention was when you’d shown up with your friends to challenge him and Nappa. He’d stood off to the side, an air of arrogance about him. While the others were content on facing off against the Saiba men you had challenged him directly. You’d mocked him for needing lackeys like Nappa and their science experiments to do his bidding, insinuating he was either incapable of fighting you himself or too stupid to realise the threat he was facing. Truth be told you had been trading glances with him for some time and it had begun to unnerve you. Vegeta had frowned for a moment before flashing you that dangerous smirk. Within split seconds you were out cold on the ground. He’d moved so fast you hadn’t even seen him coming. Yet unlike most of your fellow Z fighters, you had survived thanks to Goku’s timely arrival with much needed sensu beans.
Namek had gone no differently. After agreeing to join Bulma, Krillin, and Gohan, you’d found yourself stranded on an alien planet. Not only had Vegeta turn up but a bloodthirsty alien dictator with a power level so high you could barely comprehend was picking off the locals. Now you had Vegeta and a whole army to compete against for the dragon balls. You’d had the unfortunate fate of running into him several times on Namek, each time he’d taken extra time to mock and harass you. In the end you’d found yourselves unfortunate allies, rueing the day he’d landed on the planet. Though witnessing his death at the hands of Frieza and tears he’d shed over his enslavement had softened your heart slightly to him. Vegeta may have been insufferably arrogant and downright but it was the no doubt the brutal circumstances he’d been forced into that had shaped him.
At least that was what you tried to remind yourself every time you ran into him at Capsule Corp. Bulma had been your friend for years after the two of you had met on her first search for the dragon balls. Her attentions had quickly fallen onto you as a potential boyfriend but your lack of interest in her was clear. Yamcha had come along soon after and the two of you had fallen into an easy friendship despite the awkward start. Your friendship had only strengthened over the years with Bulma often turning to you when she needed a crash dummy or test subject for her latest experiment. It was easy money and you got to hang out with a friend at the same time. A true win-win.
But since Vegeta had taken up residency at the mansion nothing had been the same. It seemed he could sense your arrival and made it his mission to seek you out for a good argument every visit. It didn’t matter how many times you had promised yourself that the next time you’d bite your tongue and ignore Vegeta, it never seemed to happen. You weren’t one to take mockery lying down and often gave the princeling a piece of your mind. But that only seemed to fuel Vegeta, with most arguments ending with him shooting you a heated smirk of amusement at having riled you up. Naturally you’d started avoiding Capsule Corp for a bit, using every excuse in the book on Bulma as to why you couldn’t come around.
Of course that only drove Vegeta further and he begun showing up random places at the same time as you. While he’d denied it when you’d accused him of stalking you, Vegeta had taken a liking to your feisty personality and willingness to challenge him. Every argument, mocking comment, or aggravating look was design to get under your skin and take you off guard. The Saiyan prince had found himself a worthy challenge, a life mate who could physically keep up with him and would dare question him. Vegeta wasn’t going to let anything stand in his way, least not your pride. He’d follow you to the ends of the Earth if he had to.
The Epilogue to "DBZ: The Princess Saga" is up. You can read it here on ao3 and here on Wattpad.
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I've mentioned before that this isn't all I have planned for these two, and that's the truth, but their main story-line has come to a close. This story carries so much sentimental weight with me that it's crazy, and I hope it becomes one of your favorite fics, or at the very least, a memorable one. I cried a little publishing the final piece, is that silly or what?
As always, my request box is open. I'll still be here posting other fics and what not, talking with you guys and writing my heart out. I can't wait to revisit this group of characters in the future. Thank you all so, so much for supporting me and allowing me to do this. I can't wait to see where we go from here.
Got something in the works for Saiyan Day, and it's a little Vegeta fic I've been working on for @dreadsuitsamus for the last little bit. Just need to type up the ending, edit and then I'm posting! ;)
here's a little self-indulgent probably 2 or 3 part smut without plot hahaha
Wordcount: ~1500
Content: oral, male receiving, somnophilia, reader is: a brat, a saiyan, a sub, a slut for Vegeta's cock in her mouth, good at teasing, in a lot of trouble
I hope you guys enjoy, comments and likes fuel my fanfic writing, I'm still in shock that Split has about 70 notes combined! Chapter 3 of that is coming slowly, but I'll get there eventually :)
Morning
Part 1
Waking up in the early morning has always been your least favourite thing to do. Your eyes stayed shut as your ears instantly adjusted to the loud world around you. You could hear the wind and rain outside your window and the sound of your Saiyans snoring coming from next to you. Your body felt warm and heavy and comfortable. You opened one eye to take a peek at the time, and the clock on the bedside table blared 4:47 am.
The bedroom was dark, almost pitch black aside from the red ominous glow of the alarm clock. You hated waking up early, sure, but you loved the opportunity it presented. You never woke up before Vegeta did, not once in the time you've been together, which sucked for him because one of his biggest fantasies is waking up to his cock in one of your holes.
You rolled over to your other side to look at Vegeta through the darkness, his face looking peaceful for once, even in the red glow of the room. His tail had been wrapped around yours all night, though he would never admit to having done so. You reached in between you and him where your tails lay curled together and stroked the tip of his in the way you know is soothing.
You were just about to wriggle closer to Vegeta's big warm body when you felt his arm reach out for you. For a second you thought your plan was ruined, but one look at his face said he was still asleep. You took the opportunity to be pulled onto his chest and held against him by his strong, thick arms. You could feel his warm breath in your hair and his muscly body was as soft as ever as you melted perfectly into him. Intertwined. Legs and tails and arms wrapped around each other. Warm, soft, peaceful…
… Horny...
You thought about the look your Prince would have on his face if he opened his eyes to see you peering up at him with your lips kissing the base of his cock. As your imagination wandered, your hand slowly trailed down from his chest to his abs, then to his v-line and the band of his boxers, then back up again, taking your time to feel how relaxed his muscles were under your fingertips.
You slid your hand down his chest and abdomen again, only this time you didn't stop at his waistband. You tucked your fingers into his boxers and felt for his cock. When your fingers made contact with the soft skin of Vegeta's deliciously uncut dick, you were pleasantly surprised to find it in a semi-erect state, meaning it wouldn't take you long to get him fully hard. Though it also meant your fantasy of feeling him get hard in your mouth was now unavailable.
You felt Vegeta's arms around you shift and you took the loosening of his grip as your opportunity to slide down under the blanket, stopping when your head was in line with his dick in your hand. You used your left hand to pull his boxers down just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock, your right hand was gripped to the base of his shaft, making sure to hold the skin in such a way as to not reveal the Prince's sensitive, protected tip. You took a moment to glide your hand up and down his shaft slowly a few times, and you could've sworn you felt his leg tense.
You knew for a fact both of his legs tensed when your wet tongue made contact with the small sliver of his tip you allowed to peek through the foreskin. You didn't want him to wake up before you had his hard cock in the back of your throat, so you began to move more quickly. You slid your mouth on his cock in just the way that always made him quiver while conscious, and you were delighted to find that he had the same reaction while asleep too.
As his cock slowly slid to the back of your mouth, you rubbed your tongue gently on the underside of his shaft, a movement which made his tail wrap tighter around yours, and caused his legs to tense again. When he reached the back of your throat, you stopped, your soft lips around the base of his shaft as you kept your tongue swirling patterns into the sides and tip of his cock, and after a few moments, you realised his cock was getting harder. You sucked and swallowed on his dick revelling in the feeling of it in your mouth and now the back of your throat.
You began to wonder how long Vegeta would take to wake up, and you didn't have to wait long for an answer. After perhaps another 30 seconds of your tongues anatomy lesson, you heard a gasp and a groan and then you felt a hand snake its way down into your hair and grab a fistful of it. He held your messy bed hair tightly in his grip and lifted your head, up and down, slowly on his solid dick, before holding your mouth a little ways up and fucking your throat slowly with his thick shaft.
You could hear it in his voice that it felt so good, he had such a whimper in his tone and his moans were never softer. You were used to his full exertion, loud, rough moans, but hearing him whisper profanities and your name under his breath; it made your core flutter with something akin to fire.
"Uh, oh my.. fuck y/n…" Vegeta whispered as you swallowed his cock and forced him deeper into the back of your throat. He slowed his pace for a moment, seemingly enjoying the new tightness of your soft throat around him. You were still under the covers enjoying the feeling of his hand in your hair.
As he bottomed out in your throat you decided that now was the time to stop letting him have all the control. You squeezed your hands into Vegeta's thick thighs where you had them resting and held your head in place with just the tip of his cock in your mouth. He tried to force you back down but you resisted and started swirling your tongue around his tip instead.
"Uh y/n.. what are you doing… fuck..." This new change of pace had him groaning frustratedly. "Let me fuck your throat woman.. please… uh, oh kami.. fuck" He began to fall apart and the frustration turned to groans of pleasure as you teased the sensitive underside of his tip with your soft tongue.
"please y/n, oh fuck your tongue.. when did you, oh fuck.. learn to do this?.. uh, fuck y/n" He panted his words out between heavy, erratic breaths. You could tell from his breathing that he was close to cumming, just from your tongue on his tip. Uncut truly is superior, sensitivity wise. "Y/n please, you're gonna.. you're gonna make me cum.. uh, y/n please" as he spoke his pitch grew higher and his breathing grew faster and you felt his whole body tense under your palms.
"Oh y/n, uh fuck y/n I'm gonna.. I'm gonna cum!" He moaned loudly and gripped your hair harder trying desperately to force your head down onto his pulsating cock, but he was too weak with pleasure and sleep, and you overpowered him easily. Just before he could get his release, you removed your tongue and gripped the base of his cock tightly, preventing his orgasm successfully. The smallest amount of white fluid leaked from the tip of his pulsing, red, over sensitive cock, and you licked it up gently, being careful not to trigger another orgasm.
You loved when your prince was like this. weak with pleasure from your mouth, precum leaking from his tip, soft profanities pouring from his mouth. At that moment you felt the blanket lift and get tossed to the floor. You peered up to look vegeta in his eyes and were met with a glorious sight. His spiky hair was in it's fluffy, dishevelled just-woke-up state, and his whole face had a soft pink hue. He had blood leaking from his lip and you assume he must've bitten through it by accident with his sharp canines. He looked so perfect like this; lust in his eyes, tongue peaking from his open mouth, blood trailing down his chin, panting from pleasure and pain; perfect.
He grabbed you by your throat and brought your face up to his to look you directly in the eyes. "You're going to pay for that you know, y/n." he whispered threateningly with an evil smirk on his lips. You were about to make a bratty reply when he pulled your face closer to his and shut you up with his tongue in your mouth. "Be quiet and lay down."
Haunted Memories and Broken Dreams (slight Vegeta x Saiyan!reader)
Slight AU where Bulma never went to Namek with Krillin and Gohan. Gender Neutral piece so imagine yourself as you please :)
Notes: I wrote this in an hour, it’s late at night so please excuse any grammar or other issues. I just wanted to get it out of my system. It’s what I think someone like Raditz would have to contend with if he’d lived & watched Vegeta destroy Nappa.
It had been a little over a year since the battle against Kakarot. Following Prince Vegeta, you had travelled with him and Nappa to find the Dragon Balls Raditz’s killer had unwittingly informed you of. You’d met the Namekian, Piccolo, who had killed your comrade when a team of Earth fighters had appeared to try and stop you. The Saibamen had made quick work out of one of them and two more had fallen to Nappa. Well the small one Chiaotzu had blown himself up trying to take out Nappa but considering he’d survived the attack it counted as a point to Nappa in your book.
Despite being the weakest of Frieza’s Saiyans now that Raditz was dead, Vegeta had decided it was best to let Nappa blow off some steam. Sidelining you with him had been a mistake and once Kakarot had appeared he’d made short work of Nappa. You’d watched in horror as Nappa, the man who had faithfully served his prince since before Planet Vegeta’s destruction, was destroyed by Vegeta’s dirty fireworks attack. Yet you knew even if you sided with Kakarot now and somehow did defeat Vegeta it was no good. Death was inevitable where Frieza was concerned.
So like always you’d fought alongside Vegeta, barely making out alive in the end. For all your loyalty, the scumbag prince had crawled into his pod and abandoned you to die on this mudball planet. The only reason you weren’t dead was thanks to Kakarot who saw a worthy sparring partner in you. It had taken a month in that godforsaken human hospital before the sensu beans were ready. While Kakarot had been keen to give you a bean, nobody else was. With most of the Z fighters dead and the rest on their way to Namek there was no one to defeat you if you did decide to wreck havoc on the Earth while Goku was gone.
Instead Bulma had compromised, promising Goku that she would have you taken to Capsule Corp where you’d finish the rest of your treatment up. True to her word, you’d been transferred there a few days later. While you were rather grouchy about the backward underdeveloped nature of the technology on this planet, being doted on at Capsule Corp was rather nice. Bulma had taken a shine to you once she’d realised you were mostly bark in your current state and as far as earthlings went you had to admit she wasn’t so bad. Mrs Brief’s had enjoyed having you stay, constantly bringing you baked sweets and fresh beverages. Mr Brief’s even stopped in time to time to chat with you and inquire about Saiyan/Frieza tech. For a low class Saiyan who had spent years under both Frieza and Vegeta’s thumbs it sure was a good life.
But then Vegeta had reappeared, reincarnated and cockier than ever. Walking in with a smug indifference over your survival, he’d relayed to you the situation on Namek and the likelihood that you were the last two (full blooded) Saiyans left. His demeanour screamed that he expected you to once again fall in line behind him and without Kakarot there didn’t seem to be any likelihood of disobeying Vegeta and surviving. With a heavy heart you accepted that no matter what you seemed destined for a life of servitude.
Seeing how Vegeta’s visit had shaken her injured Saiyan guest Bulma had done everything in her power the two of you seperate. The creation of the gravity spaceship(s) for Vegeta and his sudden departure into space had at least kept him off your back. While you were glad to be rid of his mockery and constant demands, a deep bitterness began to fester in his absence.
Vegeta and Nappa had always looked down upon you and Raditz but you had bitten your tongue and followed orders. Even as elite Saiyans, the two of you had not been granted the privilege of being born into high class families. Instead, you and Raditz were lowborn’s who’d gotten lucky. Enslavement under Frieza had heightened these divides and in moments of frustration and anger you both became verbal, and sometimes physical punching bags, for Vegeta. Nappa followed Vegeta’s lead for the most part, though occasionally cut the two of you some slack.
But now all of that suffering felt like it had been for nothing. Frieza was dead, killed by Kakarot or with him in Namek’s explosion and you had not even been present to bear witness. An unfamiliar feeling gnawed at you over Kakarot’s demise. Guilt. The younger Saiyan was the reason you were even alive and yet it seemed your debt would go eternally unpaid. Vegeta had abandoned you to die in an act of self preservation. If you’d even thought of doing the same, running back to Frieza with your tail tucked you would have been killed. But Vegeta was the Prince of all (five) Saiyans, he had lived a life of special privileges that no other Frieza force member was granted.
Raditz, the only other true ally you’d ever had was gone, executed the year prior. All Vegeta had done was mock his death, not a single remorseful word shed over a lifelong ally’s death. Even Nappa was gone, betrayed and destroyed by the very boy he had all but raised after your planets destruction. It all left a bitter taste in your mouth. Behind it all a single being featured.
Resentment and anger bubbled, boiling over to your dreams. Even when Vegeta was absent you were never truly free of him. His acts of vicious contempt raged, pointing out every weakness and flaw. Beaten bloody and on the edge of death you’d awake in a cold sweat, desperately clutching at the sheets as you tried to get your bearings. Earth was full of new experiences and crying was no different. On the days you didn’t wake in a violent start you found tears pooled in your eyes and a wetness on your pillow.You would never know what it meant to be whole, unburdened. You would never know what it meant to be loved by your kin. Most of all, you would never get an apology, even if Vegeta did return. No his overinflated ego was much to big for that and you doubted he’d ever felt anything other than hatred and amusement at others suffering. It seemed you were doomed to a life of haunted memories and broken dreams, Vegeta’s cruelty had tainted your very being.
Thank you for checking out my Masterlist! I’d love to hear what you think about my work. I try to make all of my (non-requested) works gender neutral but I usually ‘tag’ them in title if not to make it easier to navigate 🫶🏼
The Hobbit - all my old works, see my second Hobbit masterlist for 2025 works
Synopsis: Raditz returns from an off planet mission to some pampering by his so
A Chance at Redemption (Raditz x platonic!gn!sibling)
Synopsis: Raditz finds himself suddenly returned to life after his death at the hands of Kakarot and the Namekian. Who has brought him back and why?
Vegeta
Challenge (Vegeta x implied Male!reader)
Synopsis: Vegeta has been a thorn in your side since you met him, seeking you out to argue no matter the circumstances. You’ve had enough and continue to challenge him on it.
Haunted Memories and Broken Dreams (Vegeta x Saiyan!reader)
Synopsis: After being enslaved by Frieza and under Prince Vegeta’s cruel command for most of your life, you snap. Knowing you can never change what happened to you, that you’ll never get an apology destroys you. Vegeta will always be the arrogant prince you met as a child.
Abandoning pride (Vegeta x saiyan!reader) - WIP
Synopsis: Vegeta apologises for the years of hardship and emotional whiplash he put you through while you both worked for Frieza
Anxious Distractions (Vegeta x gn!reader) - WIP
Synopsis: Vegeta shoots up in bed startled, a pool of sweat soaking the sheets beneath him. No matter how hard he tried the Saiyan prince can’t breath. Luckily his partner knows just how to distract him from his anxiety.
Goku
Swimming lessons (Goku x reader)
Synopsis: Goku finds out that you never learnt how to swim and takes it upon himself to teach you. Hijinks ensue.
Bulma
Fitting in (Bulma x platonic!saiyan!reader) - WIP
Synopsis: Bulma finds out that you, her Saiyan friend who grew up on earth, feels like you don't fit in and takes you out on a spa day.
Broly (DBS)
King Vegeta
Morning Bliss (King Vegeta x implied fem!reader)
Synopsis: You awake before your husband and take some time to admire him before he stirs. Your morning cuddles are interrupted by a small bump worming it’s way up the bed beside you.
Frieza
Alien Invasion (Frieza x gn!reader) - Request
Synopsis: Anticipating the destruction of the Earth the human race flee into space seeking a new home. What happens when they settle on a seemingly unoccupied planet and start to rebuild?
Human Informant (Frieza x gn!reader) - part two to Alien Invasion
Synopsis: Frieza takes a shine to his courageous new human pet. After forcing the Government to comply with his requests he decides that the reader will become his new advisor. An informant on humankind.
Bewitched (Frieza x fem!reader) - request
Synopsis: Upon returning to Earth to face off against his Saiyan foes Frieza finds himself bewitched by a human woman.
Three Phase Plan (Frieza x fem!reader) - part two to Bewitched
Meanwhile on Earth (Frieza x fem!reader) - part 2.5 to Bewitched
Planet Frieza 2.0 (Frieza x fem!reader) - part three to Bewitched
Frustrating Failures (Frieza x fem!reader) - part four to Bewitched
So yeah, here we go again, a highly slightly revised version of Splits' Chapter 1
It's set in some kinda AU where you're a saiyan and there are other saiyans alive and on earth, as if more than just Gokus parents sent them off to earth as babies to start a better life not just to destroy it. Perhaps part of the resistance against Frieza?
I'm expecting this to top out at like 10 ish chapters, if anything probably less, i don't want it to stray to far from the plot or spend another 6 months on it lmao
Warnings include: violence, emotional abuse, very dark Vegeta, sexual themes, choking but not in a good way
Word count: ~1,600
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Chapter 1
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You’re sitting in the living room, bored, surfing the channels on the TV when you hear the front door click. Your face lights up at the sound that you know means your boyfriend is home, and you run to the hallway to greet him.
“Hey 'Geta,” you say with a smile as you plant a kiss on his cheek. You know he hates it when you’re cutesy like that, but you like riling him up. Little did you know, today was not the day for it.
“Get off of me, woman.” Vegeta shoved you away from him harshly and made his way to the bathroom after taking off his shoes at the door, he didn’t even look at you as he barged his way down the hall. There was definitely something wrong, even if he didn’t like kisses he never reacted like that. Something was up, and today you were feeling especially brave so you decided to follow him down the hall and grab his tail. Bad move. He swung around in an instant pinning you by your throat to the wall.
“Don’t. Touch me.” he said with a growl in his voice before throwing you to the ground and continuing down the hall.
“'Geta that hurt, what’s the deal with you today Mr. grumpy pants?” you said in a huff as you picked yourself up from the ground, patting down your jeans. “I thought we talked about this; no aggressive wall pinning unless I ask for it.” He didn't stop or turn around to look at you. “Oh, so you're just going to ignore me then, that's great, I guess I'll just go back to watching TV since you’re being a big grump.” you waited a second longer to see if you'd get a reaction, but no, he just kept walking and eventually made his way to the bathroom, locking himself inside as you walked back to the living room.
You wondered what could've happened today to make him so irritable. When he left this morning he wasn't mad, so something must've happened while he was out training with Goku. Maybe Goku reached a new form and Vegeta was jealous? No, that's happened before and all he did was rant about how it should be him who gets to unlock new forms, not that stupid, low class, pathetic excuse of a Saiyan, Kakarot. He was the prince of all Saiyans after all, and he should be the one with all the power. No, this was something else entirely, and you were starting to worry what could have made the mighty Vegeta so angry.
Against your better judgement, you decide to go knock on the bathroom door. “Vegeta! Open up! What's the matter?” you shout through the door, hoping he can hear you over the running water of the shower.
“Go away! Go make yourself useful and cook me something, woman” of course that's all he would say. Damn these Saiyans and their insatiable appetites.
“No, I’m not going anywhere until you tell me why you’re mad.” you plant your feet outside the door as you hear the water shut off. After a moment he unlocks and opens the door with a towel around his waist. He always looked so good right after a shower, silky hair wet, tangles framing his face, water droplets glistening across his gorgeously broad Saiyan chest. He truly was a sight to behold.
“Get out of my way” he said to you as he tried to emerge from the bathroom, you were blocking his way and he really didn't like that. “Move now, or I’ll move you myself.”
“And what if I don't, what’re you going to do to me?” you said with a smirk on your lips as you stared seductively into his eyes. Usually when he was mad you could make him forget about it for a while with sex. Today was different however, and instead of pinning you to the wall and devouring your mouth with his, he gave a blow straight to your stomach, instantly knocking the wind out of you and making you crumple to the floor. He stepped over you and headed to the bedroom to get dressed.
“Food woman. Now. Don’t give me more reason to be mad at you.” he called over his shoulder as he entered the bedroom. As you were curled up on the floor, clutching your stomach and gasping for air to finally reach your lungs, you couldn’t help the thought that maybe he didn’t love you anymore from crossing your mind. A thought that threatened to bring tears to your eyes. But you were stronger than that. You stood up shakily clutching your stomach for a moment before straightening up and walking after him into the bedroom.
“What the fuck 'Geta!? What's wrong with you? Why’d you punch me in the gut like that!?” you yell at him with an anger that made the air crackle with energy. “I thought you loved me 'Geta! How could you hurt me like that? What did I ever do to you?” You hated to admit it, but you're an angry crier, and the hot tears came spilling from your eyes as your hair flickered flecks of blond. Even though you had reached Super Saiyan form yourself, Vegeta was still 100x stronger than you on a good day, let alone when he was angry.
He ignored you completely, dropping his towel and putting on a fresh pair of briefs. He acted like you weren’t even there at all actually as he picked out some clothes to wear. Taking his time to sift through his messy chest of drawers to find his favourite shirt. Black and skin tight with Shenron and the DragonBalls printed on the back, it hugged his muscles in all the right places. It was your favourite on him too and for a split second you forgot your anger and stared at how the fabric clung to his still dewy skin. It all came flooding back when he turned to face you.
“Did you not hear me? I said food. Now.” he snarled through gritted teeth. He hated it when you didn't follow his commands, but right now he wasn't your master, and it was so not sexy of him to treat you like this.
“If you want food you'll have to make it yourself. I'm not cooking for you until you tell me what's wrong.” you say back to him, with the same amount of force, trying to make your voice sound as demanding as his to no avail. No matter how hard you try, you'll never get his aggressive tone of voice down pat, you just sound like a pissed off chew toy and it makes you even angrier.
“Whatever.” He grumbles just loud enough for you to hear as he continued to search for some pants.
“Whatever?! That's all you're going to say?” you yell as you stare at him in disbelief, one more dismissive or demanding word from him and you were going to snap. “What about an apology? For shoving me, then throwing me, then straight up punching me!? Are you even listening to me, Vegeta?” You pause for a long second to see if he’ll say anything, and when he pulls up his pants and heads for the door, that's it. You power up to Super Saiyan and block the doorway, glaring at Vegeta, daring him to step closer.
“Silly woman. You think that just because you're a Super Saiyan, you can stop me? How pathetic.” he said, his voice hollow and cold as he goes Super Saiyan Blue and picks you up with one hand by the throat and holds you off the ground. “You couldn't stop me with both my hands tied behind my back,” he sneered at you before throwing you into the wall outside the bedroom door, almost knocking you unconscious as your head hit the wall at full force, leaving the plaster cracked. Your energy faded and your hair returned to its regular dark colour as your vision blurred and your ears rang from the impact.
He walked over to stand above you, laughing menacingly. “You're weak and pathetic. The only reason I kept you around was so that you'd cook and clean for me. Oh, and so that I can fuck that tight little pussy of yours.” The edges of your vision started to go dark as he picked you up against the wall by your throat again. “You are nothing but a toy for me, a sorry excuse for a Saiyan. So low class I wouldn't let you shine my shoes with your spit. But you cook good and don’t complain whenever I want to fuck, so you’re not completely useless.” he squeezed your throat tighter, “I want you to know that I don’t want you anymore. I never loved you, not one bit. I was only using you for my own satisfaction. And now that I don’t want you, there's no reason for you to keep breathing.” as he said this, he was gradually squeezing your throat tighter in his grip. You didn't understand what was going on, Vegeta had never been what you'd call affectionate, but he was never so mean. The Vegeta you love would never say such harsh things to you, or hurt you in any way what so ever unless you were fucking and asked for it. In fact, he put several higher ranking Saiyan's in the med pods because they were antagonizing you for being the weakest Super Saiyan. The sudden change in him had tears pouring from your eyes as you tried harder to keep from passing out. “Now be a good little weakling and go to sleep for me.”
“'Geta… p-please… d-don’t… hurt… m-m…” You managed to spit out between desperate gasps as you faded from consciousness.
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