『 broly x reader • goku x reader • vegeta x reader 』
『 content: Sinners vampires au • established relationship • implied female reader • not proofread (spur of the moment inspiration) 』
『 warning: implied manipulation, references of blood 』
He didn't have to say anything. A lot can be communicated to you through his soulful eyes and the pout of his lip. It's your understanding of each other. You are often his voice when he needs you to be. He knows that, and now so does the vampire who turned him. So, when Broly stood at your door at the brink of midnight, either you were going to meet him beyond the threshold or his eyes would be asking, body waiting, to be let inside.
You step outside when none of your words seem to get the reaction you wanted from him. You do this unaware of the blood running down from the back of his neck and dying the green of his pelt.
"Alright, I took care of 'im! That guy was a total creep."
Goku announced as he walked back to the home where you stood in the opened doorway. You flinch at the stain of red on his white scarf and immediately draw his attention to it. He nonchalantly draws it from his neck and look it over.
"Yeah, he got a lucky shot in, but I'm alright. All that fuss kinda made me hungry again, though..." He crumples the scarf in his hand and his eyes return to yours, stepping just outside the threshold in front of you, as if you were the obstacle keeping him from walking in. The cheery grin you were so familiar with greets you letting you know the trouble is all over. "Can I come back inside now?"
You shift back and your lips part to say yes just a little quicker than your eyes catch the eerie reflection in his.
He is not acting like himself. But he is reacting as you would expect him to when trying to speak from his heart without his pride getting in the way. His cheeks still flushed with embarrassment and his eyes flicking to and away from yours. But since when did he ask to be let inside anywhere? When coming back from training, Vegeta usually just barges in the house with barely a greeting or announcement that he's back home. Knowing that, you don't question the smear of red on his gloves and bright parts of his armor.
"What about...your promise?" He strains as if his words sound like they're choking him. You squint your eyes at him waiting for him to continue and he clears the nerves from his throat and now outright refuses to look you in the eye until he gets it out.
"—Our bath?" He manages to mutter, cheeks darkening further.
You pause once you make it out and can only roll your eyes endearingly before foolishly letting him in.
pairings: Vegeta x Fem!Reader
warnings: fluff, slight angst
He’s feeling moody, but you wonder if there’s ever really a time he doesn’t feel moody. Still, you decide to follow the Prince of all Saiyans, just to spot where he goes whenever he wants to be alone. You think you’re being clever by trying to hide your ki, but he’s smarter than that. He knows that you’re following him.
You both arrive at this beautiful cliffside tucked away in the jungle. The rush of the waterfall fills your ears as you land nearby. You look around at all the fauna and flora. A few birds cry out as you and Vegeta arrive, and this makes you laugh. Vegeta turns around and he’s got a playful smirk on his face.
“So, you wanted to see where I go when I want to be alone, hm?” he asks you, his eyes alight with something you’ve never seen before.
You smile shyly, “Yes.”
He takes your hand, and you feel just how soft his gloves are. You give it a gentle and comforting squeeze before you two fly to the top of the waterfall.
part one | part two | part three | part four | part five
author's note: we're getting very close to the end, y'all! thank you so much for your support and patience 🩷
pairing: vegeta x fem!reader
warnings: canon typical violence, does not follow canon timeline of events
"Don't expect to see this ship again soon, if ever." You murmur while carefully holding baby Trunks as Bulma unhooks various computers from the ship.
She falters in her movements for a brief moment. "What are you planning on doing?"
"Finding my son."
"That much I figured." Bulma rolls her eyes and glances over her shoulder. "You're not coming back?"
"I will for the Androids; I've already promised as much to Goku."
"You don't…" The tired mother resumes her work, doing her best to stay on task before Vegeta shows up. "I wasn't asking you to leave."
"I know that. But it's best for everyone involved if I do, don't you think?"
"No, I don't."
"Why's that? Without me, you have your perfect little family." You look down at little Trunks, who is nearly fast asleep as he rests his little head on your chest. No doubt he finds your arms to be like a warm blanket, all thanks to your Saiyan trait of running like a furnace in August, and you can't help but think to yourself just how cute he is. "Vegeta can't find V without my help, so he won't be able to kill him. I've trained and powered up in ways I never imagined, much less my son's wildest dreams. I can conquer him myself, I know it."
"And what about Goku and his family, and all they've done for you?"
"I will never be able to repay what they've done for me. And they do deserve better, but time is of the essence and all I can promise is to ensure that Gohan will not be doomed to that future your son warned you of. In four years, I will return and make sure of it."
Bulma's quiet for a moment, and it isn't until the ship is about ready that she speaks again. "Thank you. And… I'm sorry for all you've lost."
"The only thing I have still is my hope that my son isn't on that list. I love my husband and I want nothing more than to have him and be the family we dreamed of being so long ago. But my time with Vegeta… It's passed." Tears sting in your eyes, and you turn away from the woman that's being handed the fruit of your dreams on a silver platter, though you still hold her son carefully. "He's not been very good to you, I know. But Vegeta can and will be a good father and husband for your family. He was for mine, in our short time as one."
"You don't have to do this." Bulma says softly.
"I do. Perhaps the karma of my race's sins is falling on me and my family." You sigh to yourself and hand away the sleepy baby to his mother's loving arms, noting to yourself that your husband has quite the habit of making the most adorable babies. "Saiyans… We are proud, and perhaps we shouldn't be. The things Vegeta and I did…" You shake your head. "We are truly hellbound, Bulma. And maybe with you… Vegeta can avoid that fate. You're a good woman, and the people here are good. Vegeta needs that, and my son needs me."
"Just bring him here." Bulma's eyes are sad, much to your surprise. She's truly a wonderful woman. "That way everyone can win."
"To do that would be to doom him to death and seal Vegeta's fate in hell. V's my baby, and he's waiting for me at our old training grounds, I'm sure. I need to go now; Vegeta won't be down much longer."
"... Alright." Bulma sighs and after a quick summary of how to fly the ship, she steps aside and slips a pair of headphones over Trunks' gentle little ears to protect them from the loud noises of the ship. "So… Why do you think he's at the old training grounds?"
"It's where he always wanted to be. He's a true, full-blooded Saiyan, after all. We couldn't train on the planet we made our new life on, and he was always so happy when we made the journey to one of the planets King Vegeta decided to keep for the royal family's benefit. That same planet was my husband's favorite as well."
If only my boys could meet… They'd be so close.
You adjust your white gloves, pulling them tightly onto your hands and flexing your fingers a bit. Your son will never see the power that resides beneath these palms coming, and the thought does put a bit of a smirk on your face. He may think he's powerful, but his mother surely isn't one to fool with. Turning to Bulma, you give a quick two-fingered salute before closing the hatch to the ship and settling into the captain's chair for takeoff.
With an oddly calm and quiet mind, you start up the ship and aim for the stars, the image of Vegeta's smile dancing behind your lids as you relax back into your chair. He used to smile all the time, and since finding him again, you're not sure if you've seen him smile once. Will he ever smile again? you wonder as you widen the gap between your hearts.
I hope you're ready, V. Mama's coming home with a helluva chip on her shoulder.
Panic and fear flood Vegeta's mind as his eyes open up. His skull burns with a particular throb at his temple, and his back isn't faring much better as it aches with a scorching pain that climbs his spine during the dizzy scramble to his feet. What in the hell did you do?! Why?
"That woman…" He seethes and falls to his knees as his head swims. You got him good, that's for sure. He's certainly concussed and he curses lowly as he buries his face in his hands to will the nausea away.
He damn sure meant it when he said he wasn't going to let go, and despite your best effort to sway him, you will. Not. Win.
A special scent catches his nose, and it's only now that he realizes you've left your replenished lady's favor in his palm. A smirk raises his lips as your natural smell eases away his nausea and pain, which you surely must not have intended. His victory is short-lived, however, and a snarl forms as he grits his teeth with a low growl. How dare you do this to him? To yourself??
Careful not to burn your favor, Vegeta bursts through the roof of the cabin in his powerful Super Saiyan form and rushes back to Capsule Corps with a scream so raw it destroys his throat and so loud it could likely break the barrier of space and time. You've gone and fucking done it now, and the next time he sees you (and he will see you again) he may not even hesitate to get his lick back and deliver a concussion of your own.
"I will find you, woman, and you better be fucking ready to dodge!"
His landing is rough, and his stomach turns as he touches down. If Bulma let you go, so help him he'll burst into a frenzy and her poor lab won't make it out alright—
Bulma.
There's no doubt in his mind— she's the one that revealed the Androids to you. You'd been living with Kakarot and his family for months and miraculously had no knowledge at all, and after the heiress of the Brief family fortune felt slighted she had to have told you everything! What a petty, vindictive, sore loser of a—
You did threaten to kill her.
His taste in women could not possibly be worse.
Pushing through his concussed fog, Vegeta stumbles into the house loudly and isn't exactly surprised to be met with his second son's mother holding a gun at him. A small part of his heart finds the humor in it, remembering her story of shooting at Kakarot fondly. In another lifetime and universe entirely, she'd be perfect for him.
But any world you exist in destroys the possibility.
"If you shoot me, all it's gonna do is wake the baby." Vegeta slurs, vision hazy as his body fails to fully recover from your assault. The number you did on his back is just as powerful as the crack you knocked against his skull, rendering him unable to even stand to his full height as he crashes against a wall.
"You bullshitting around will wake him too." Bulma hisses and drops the gun to her side, hurrying to kneel beside Vegeta as he slides to the floor.
"Being heavily concussed is not bullshitting." Vegeta slaps his palm to his face, your old handkerchief willing the sick-to-his-stomach feeling away once again— it does not, however, dissuade his rage. "Where's my wife?"
Bulma can't help the sting and the sinking feeling in her stomach; Vegeta had obviously made his choice, and though she knew the chances of really being chosen and wanted were incredibly slim… it's still painful to hear after all she's gone through with him.
"She's gone." Bulma mumbles as she examines the forming bruise on his temple.
Vegeta's eye twitches as his blood boils, the vein at his forehead bulging at her words. She let you go and he's lost you again.
I cannot accept this.
"Get me a ship." The prince seethes, trembling as he does his best to detain his wrath and desire for vengeance. Bulma's intentions were surely selfish, but reasonable all the same. He's a bad, horrible man that's only brought havoc among those around him, and so he might as well just keep on with the destruction until he's satisfied. "Now."
"You can't even stand, much less travel through space." Bulma hisses and pushes her knuckle harshly to his bruise, her point proven as his eyes cross and the room spins. "And she did this for a reason. The mother in me can't just let you fuck that up for her."
"What, like you're friends now?" Vegeta buries his nose into the handkerchief yet again, closing his eyes to still the world around him. "I find that incredibly hard to believe."
"She knocked you out cold to get the hell outta dodge, and you think I'm lying?" Bulma picks up her pistol from the carpet and tucks it into her waistband, the cool metal chilling her heated skin. "I'd never call us friends in this lifetime. But I do respect her, that's for sure. Maybe you should try that out?"
"How dare you." Vegeta huffs into your handkerchief. "You told her about the Androids, didn't you?"
"Damn right I did! Trunks came back to us for a reason, Vegeta! Do you wanna die to those bastards?" Bulma's eyes are fierce, her conviction planting her feet firmly to the floor and her fists curl tightly at her sides as she remembers the pain in her son's voice when he gave his terrible warning. "And don't try and feed me any bullshit that we'll win and it's nothing to worry about— YOU ALL FUCKING DIED!"
Even in his slurry, wrathful state he can see the worry behind the rage: the tears in her eyes are more than a dead giveaway. Ever since his son traveled back to deliver his warning, she's been fretful and more than a little clingy. She truly has such little faith in Vegeta and the others? Do they train for nothing in her eyes?
"I have survived more dangerous things than a couple of robots. We've been warned sufficiently, and by the time they're a threat to us we'll have three Super Saiyans."
"You had three Super Saiyans then too. Take this seriously, Vegeta! I can't beg you enough, I can't make you understand!" Bulma's thin frame trembles in the midst of her duress and her cheeks are flushed a bright red. It's now that Vegeta realizes the weight she's lost as she rubs at her temples, her cropped tank top pulling up slightly— her ribs are more visible than they once were.
Vegeta's jaw sets tightly. "I understand the situation, Bulma. But understand this: the boy will have very little if he doesn't have his mother."
Bulma falters for a moment, cutting her eyes to him with slightly parted lips; Vegeta never calls her by her name. He's still crumpled to the floor and the old lady's favor is pressed closely to his cheek— she can only assume it's some odd Saiyan thing. And for the first time out of several nights together, she truly gets the sense that they are parents and having adult discussions as them.
How terribly cruel is her fate of loving a man that's never been hers and never will be.
"That would only happen if I died, Vegeta."
"Dying on a battlefield isn't the only way to do so. You'll worry and stress yourself to the grave like this— I trust you to be a good mother. Trust me to be a father. I've already promised to amend my mistakes, haven't I?"
"Forgive me for not knowing if I can trust that." Bulma snaps at him, face reddened again at his lecture. Is he telling her how to be a parent?? The audacity of a man! "The thing about trust is that it has to be earned, y'know."
Vegeta gnashes his teeth together and looks away, the guilt of his past actions hitting like a shotgun blast to the chest as it bites his ass in this dreary long run. "What do you want me to do then??"
"Try being a dad, like you were before all of this happened? If you don't want to be with me-" Her breath hitches just a bit in her throat, but she still perseveres, proving to be braver than almost anybody Vegeta's ever known. "Then don't. I-I love you, but… It's not what I need the most. It's not what Trunks needs for a healthy childhood. To even have a childhood at all, he needs you around. Please, Vegeta… Please don't abandon him." She closes her eyes and turns her head in a failed attempt to hide the tears that fall, a shudder taking her entire body in very lightly chaotic loosening of her emotional lid. An heiress to the most fruitful fortune on Earth has never been more in need of a break.
With a deep inhale, Vegeta pushes himself up from the floor and, with the grace of mercy winning against his throbbing concussion, he pulls his son's mother into a close embrace. His hand at the back of her head, Vegeta tucks her face into the crook of his neck and closes his eyes at the feeling of her tears on his skin.
"To say I hold no love for you is a lie." His deep voice buzzes against the shell of her ear. "You cared for me when no one else has, and even at my most selfish I didn't take it for granted. You are special, Bulma. I will return to raise my son— Nothing in this galaxy will stop me."
She may end up the fool again, but the conviction in Vegeta's words is far too believable for her to deny. He'll come back and protect Trunks' future, and young Gohan's too. He's not the cruel man he was when he first came to Earth— and he hasn't been that man for a long time now.
"Now…" Vegeta murmurs into her ear. "Get me a ship."
The planet's as quiet as it's ever been, and it's unsettling. Only in his wildest dreams could he imagine the way his people trained here, getting stronger and preparing themselves for any battle or hostile takeover they launched. The Saiyans would surely have ruled the galaxy, had they been given the time to build a true dynasty. It would have been magnificent.
But instead, he lives his life in this desolate place, with no purpose or even another person that understands him in sight. His father's been long gone and his mother…
Is a complicated problem of his.
V's jaw ticks as his anger swells him into Super Saiyan yet again. His whole life has been a lie— it only took you well over ten years to admit it. And he gets the strange feeling that it was all due to an accident, and that you'd have never willingly let the truth come to light.
V's just come home from a training binge, and from the moment he touched down in his ship, the energy was… off. He sprints home, a tickle of fear and adrenaline rushing his heart as he nears the house he grew up in. Bursting through the door, the sound of your cries hits his sharply-tuned ears and his arms feel light and cold now as he fears the worst.
"Mom!" Your dutiful son follows the noise to your bedroom, dropping beside you hastily as he realizes your position on the floor. Clutching your heart, you're curled into yourself with tears streaming along your cheeks. He's never seen you cry before. "What's wrong?! Are you hurt?!"
"He's dead." Your voice is hoarse, a barely-there whisper as you tremble like a leaf.
"Who?" V gathers you carefully in his arms, holding you gently as you did him when he was a young boy. He's grown up quite a lot, gotten stronger and taller and he'll kill anyone that's hurt his mother like this. You're all he has to cherish.
"Vegeta." Your eyes are near-glassy, and surely you're delusional now. V himself isn't dead, and the only other person you could possibly be this sick over is…
His father, Vegeta the Fourth, that's been dead for almost twenty years now.
"What do you mean?" V mumbles. "My father died a long time ago."
"No…" Your nails dig into the flesh of your breast, your poor heart cracking and pulling apart as your blood sears your veins and pumps a horrible migraine that throbs at your temples worse than any concussion you've ever had.
There's no other possible answer: your soul itself is dying, and it's not entirely unfeasible that Vegeta didn't die. He was always a rebel type, so who was to say that he hadn't ignored the regrouping order sent out? Hell, you certainly ignored it yourself when you were informed by your father-in-law, the King himself, to come back home with his grandson to meet with King Cold.
"Mom, be serious now!" V frowns; you're out of your mind. "We need to get you to a doctor."
"He's dead, he's dead, he's dead…" Your broken voice chants and stars flood your vision as the image of your husband, particularly from the last day you saw him, settles at the forefront of your mind. This pain is a far cry from anything you've ever felt— the broken bones, bruises and even giving birth could never compare.
V lays you on your bed, covering you with your favorite blanket that's got a strange, orange and black striped animal printed on it. "I'm gonna get some help, okay? Stay here, Momma." His icy veins throb with panic as he scrambles to someone that can help— you've never been sick before, and until now he didn't even think mothers could be sick.
Your homey little planet is small, and you've never socialized all that much with your neighbors. Enough to be friendly and have an occasional dinner together, but never enough for you to let V have a sleepover or even some sort of field trip without you being close by. He doesn't know if this is typical of Saiyan mothers or if you're just different, but either way it's biting him in the ass now as he struggles to think of anyone who—
Your energy fades further and he's got no choice but to go knocking at every door he can until someone cares enough to hear him out. And it's the odd old lady a few houses down that answers his call, and he must have quite the look on his face for her to look so shocked.
"Vegeta, dear, what's wrong?"
"My mom- I-I don't- I think she's dying!" Tears fill V's dark eyes and without much preamble, he's scooping the old woman into his arms and flying back home as fast as he possibly can, his force unintentionally though uncaringly shattering the windows of all the neighbors that didn't open up to help him.
Dizzy, the elderly neighbor holds her head once V sets her down by your bedside. You clutch your heart still, crying and repeating yourself as if you've gone mad; and maybe you have, at this point.
"My father died when I was young, but she keeps saying he's just died." V explains as he takes your hand and prays to any deity that will listen to his plea.
"Hmm." She examines the mating scar on your neck, but it's more than enough to tell her what she needs to know. "You're Saiyans, yes?"
"We are." V mumbles. "How did you know?"
"I knew since the day your Momma brought you here." She murmurs to him. "You're a unique set of people."
"Well, do you know what's wrong with her??"
Her face is too grim for V's comfort. "She's telling the truth: her mate has died."
"Vegeta…" You whimper, a fresh slew of tears cascading your cheeks.
"That doesn't make any sense! He died years ago, when I was little!"
"She's dying of a broken heart. This behavior is like most species that can bond. You see how she holds her heart, hear how delirious she is? This is the risk of bonding, boy, and why many cultures outlawed the practice."
"So I have to let her die?! There's no way to save her?!"
"There isn't."
And then you recovered a few hours later, and just kept on lying and denying it all. Dad's alive. Mom's a liar. Or is Dad alive? He must be after all, if you're still breathing. And he knows you are; he reckons he would've felt something inside of him snap if he'd killed you all those months ago. A mother and son duo so close could never not feel such a tragic separation.
"I don't want to kill you, Mother." V mutters darkly as he stares a hole into the ground. "I just want the truth."
The hairs on the back of your neck stand as you approach your son's stomping grounds. It's been years since you last set foot here and all you hope for now is that you'll be able to leave it after this fight, with your son in tow and thoroughly reminded of his place.
Once you're out of the ship's hatch and your boots crunch on the hardened, reddish-brown clay surface, you're automatically searching for V's energy. Even with your zenkai boosts and the mastered Super Saiyan form in your back pocket, the sheer power he carries is still intimidating. You're not sure if you ever truly believed your son would be so naturally strong, even though you certainly hoped he could be. Your boy is likely what Frieza was so afraid of when he ruined your home planet to mere bits.
But despite his power, yours is nothing to scoff at. Rage motivates a Saiyan like crazy and lord only knows how pissed off you are now. You haven't struggled this much and come this far even with everything that stacked against you to die at the hands of your own son. He will not win as long as you have a say in things.
It takes but a moment to locate his energy, which is pinpointed right at the center of the field you two used to run miles and miles on during training. You always beat him in tests of speed, whereas his strength overtook yours gradually as he grew up into the incredibly strong young man he is now.
As you approach, the feeling of his energy increases. He's certainly been training on his own time, as always, and he's managed to make good progress all on his own. Watching your son take your techniques and guidance and morph it into his own power and tools made you a proud Saiyan as much as a proud mother; he's inherited Vegeta's battle prowess and your creativity and blended it into a Saiyan that would've been a legend among the rest.
They took everything from us, but instead he chooses to harm me.
"Have you come to tell the truth?"
V lands before you, tall and intimidating with eyes that are cold and guarded, when they once looked at you with love and trust that was endless. You've lost your only baby and this is what remains— your heart feels the weight of your desperation to beg him to just stop this madness.
But your rage swiftly nips that in the bud.
"It's all I've ever told you, V. I don't know what kind of fantasy you'd rather me spin, but I never told you stories as a child and I don't intend to pick up the habit now."
V shakes his head slowly, taking a slow, deep inhale through his nose before looking at you once more. "Maybe if you'd told me stories, I'd trust you right now."
Okay, ow.
"I found your father."
It's not a sentence V was prepared for you to say, obviously judged by the way his eyes widen and his fists lose their tight curl. "Really?"
And there's that boy I raised.
"I sure did. And he's none too happy to hear what you've done."
And then the incredulous look is lost, hardened up into something terrible and violent once again. "And I notice you came here alone. So either you're lying again, or Father isn't the guy you said he was."
"Vegeta certainly wanted to join me, make zero mistakes about that, child." You cross your arms and stare unflinchingly at V: you refuse to be afraid of something you made with all your love and hope. "But he wanted to kill you and I said not a chance in hell to that."
"He'd kill his only son, just like that?"
"V, baby…" You sigh to yourself. Do you break the news to him? Do you anger his uneasy heart more, ruin the visage of Vegeta you've painted for him throughout his life?
"I would've welcomed him to try." V sneers, taking a step closer to you and forcing you to tilt your head back even more to still see his face.
"It's in our blood to fight, but family is off the table for us, Prince." You remind him firmly of your positions, as the Royal Family that still lives beyond the bounds of the lost planet your husband's name originated from. "We aren't low-class Saiyans with no tact or notion of civility. I taught you this many years ago."
"Hard to tell what's true and what's not when it comes from you."
"And what reason would I have had to lie to you? You've never given me much of an answer on this."
"You'd have to tell me! I know you hid things but you won't just come out and say why! You almost died because my Father did!"
"Oh, not this again!" You turn away, perhaps foolishly taking your eyes off of your well-presumed opponent. "I don't know what happened that day, V. I truly believed in my heart that your father died when our planet was lost. It wasn't until I saw him with my own eyes that I realized that wasn't the case. What do you want me to say? I'm sorry? Because I definitely am. I'm sorry you grew up the way you did. I'm sorry your father wasn't in your life. If I knew there was even the slightest chance he was alive, I would've found him for your sake before even my own. But I didn't know he was alive. I can't change that, and I can't tell you anything other than this and call it the truth because this is the truth."
"No! You knew that day he was dead for real, and then brushed it off like what happened was normal! You felt it in your soul and almost died too. You can't tell me half of a truth and think it's acceptable! I'm not an idiot, and I'm done letting you treat me like one!"
A snarl curls at your lips. Here he goes again with this song and dance, insistent you knew something you didn't and taking the word of a delirious woman before taking the one of a very sane and present one. "And I'm tired of having this same conversation with you. Mind your mother, boy."
"My mother died four years ago, the day my father did." V's fist reels back and you're quick at the ready, meeting his force with your own and a shockwave ripping through the air and disturbing the ground beneath you.
V's quick for another punch, this time aimed at your stomach and it's almost too easy for you to block it and dive your elbow down on his arm, forcing him towards his knees long enough to take a solid jab of your knee to his face. He's unphased by the pain of the bloody nose, however, as a result of your training being so thorough. Pain alone can't stop him.
His superior strength proves itself as he grabs your ankle and flings you away as if you're a gnat buzzing around his face, your back making a crackling contact with the post of one of the training ground's obstacle courses, the solid tree trunk knocking the wind out of you upon impact. And just as you taught him, V capitalizes on his advantage and presses forward with a gut punch that lands this time.
Base form isn't enough to beat him, something you already knew. Powering up into Super Saiyan isn't new to your clashes with V, but now with its optimization he has far less opportunity to take you out, now that you've negged the energy drain. Your son can use Super Saiyan himself, but without a room of space and time, there's no possible way he could've mastered it entirely like you have.
Your golden glow that reflects off of his face reminds you briefly of the very first time you ascended to the legend. Your broken heart caused such a response, and you still feel it break further as you're forced to use such a power on the boy you birthed. He cannot see reason on his own or by words alone, and if being beaten into submission is the only way, then so be it.
He will know his place.
The stars are familiar as Vegeta presses the ship as fast as it can go, Bulma's words ringing out in the quietness of his mind.
"She said something about the old training grounds. The one you liked the most. Apparently the kid likes it too."
His heart jumps when the reddened clay of the planet comes into view. There's no mistaking it— this is where you are, and just as importantly, where his long lost son is. Despite his infractions and how he's lost his damn mind, Vegeta can hardly contain the bubbling feeling inside of him at the prospect of reuniting with the boy he lost the chance to raise. His heir is so close, for the first time in twenty years.
Hopefully you've got the situation handled— Vegeta's trip started a few hours after yours, thanks to the lack of senzu beans at Bulma's and Korin being a stingy thing. But he knows these stars well, knows the way to a home that doesn't exist anymore and his gift of navigation doesn't fail in an abyss so vast.
From the moment he breaks into the planet's atmosphere, he feels it. Your familiar energy amped up by Super Saiyan and another, incredibly strong energy keeping up a good pace. That's his boy, so strong and powerful? You've trained him so well, made him exactly what he was destined to be had Planet Vegeta lived on. And perhaps that's the root of V's downfall— he has all the training and yet none of the experience.
But he's aiming to kill, and you're not. And such is your downfall.
The hackles of your tail rise, and so does your son's. It's enough to warrant a pause in your battle, one that's gone on for so long you've lost track of time. Stamina was never a question though, never something meant to be an obstacle for Saiyan elites and it certainly isn't proving to be one now.
"Who the hell is that?" V mutters to himself as your heart battles between soaring and shrouding.
"Vegeta." You swallow thickly and feel a trickle of ice in your veins. How is he here, and—
Bulma. That pain in the ass!
Vegeta's out of the ship as soon as he can be, flying out and locating you both with ease.
"Father?" V's face briefly loses its rage and in what's left, you see the boy you raised. The one who could only dream of knowing his father, the one that would ask for stories of Prince Vegeta IV.
"That's right, son." Vegeta's eyes water. His boy, his son has grown into exactly how he'd envisioned; a spitting image of himself, and bitterly he realizes how much taller V is. How unfair for his son to take on his grandfather's genes, whereas Vegeta himself took after his own mother…
V's brief glimmer of starstruck doesn't last. His hands glow, gathering energy once more. "This doesn't concern you; my whole life never has." His growl loses a bit of punch as an unavoidable tear glides down his cheek. To finally meet his father…
"On the contrary," Vegeta quickly powers into Super Saiyan, quietly hoping it'll give him enough power to subdue his firstborn. "V, I think it's way past time I be a parent. Starting right now. Stand down and mind yourself, boy."
"Who are you to threaten me?!" V's temper flares again, this time sending a beam of deadly light at Vegeta. Vegeta's eyes narrow, brow creasing angrily at the attack, and with a flash he's dodged it and has V by the collar of his uniform.
"Your father. Me and your mother, mostly her, brought you into this world, and where your mother has her maternal instincts not to kill you…" Vegeta leans in closer to his son's face. "I will take you out of this world without another thought if you threaten my wife. One. More. Time."
"You don't have enough hatred." V spits out and knocks Vegeta's hand aside.
Anger flares up in your husband's eyes and his blood boils. Oh, the nerve of this child! He's as cocky as… Vegeta himself. He was always going to be this way. And Vegeta likely would've been proud, had your lives gone in the direction he planned.
"I've got a spare son to raise, so try me all you want, boy!" Vegeta releases V's shirt, backing up and crossing his arms over.
And that, right there, is the moment V's heart truly broke.
"You've got another kid??"
"He does." You mutter darkly, eyeing Vegeta with the eyes of a mother bear, daring him to lay a finger on your precious cub. "And he should've stayed on Earth with that child."
"I'll be back for Trunks, make no mistake. But if you think you'll cast me aside again, woman, you're wrong." Vegeta turns to you and is in your face now, angry and attractive and it burns you hotter than any sun to see him here and destroying the sacrifice you made.
"I left you behind for good reason." You hiss at him, mirroring his Super Saiyan glow. "You will not lay a hand on him."
Vegeta tips his fingers up beneath your chin, his lips a hair's breadth away. "If he minds himself, then you've got a deal, Princess."
"You should be training for the Androids."
"How about I will when you do?"
"Vegeta-"
"This running away thing is done. You will return to Earth with me, as my wife, and if the boy can carry himself as the man he should be, he'll be right there with us." Vegeta's fingers carefully grasp yours, holding your hand tightly as he turns to look at his son, satisfied as your hand curls with his.
"What will it be, boy?"
V's chest heaves and your aching heart cries to comfort him. His first experience that he'll remember of his father, and the asshole has shoved in his face he's got another son! You'd forgotten how cruel Vegeta's temper could be.
"Vegeta." You hiss sharply. "Do you really think this is how you should approach-"
A monstrous, angry roar deafens you and your husband. V's power swells and the glow of Super Saiyan bathes him, your entire little family now officially ascended to the legend. Hatred burns in V's eyes now, more prevalent and angry than ever as his increased speed gives him the chance to blindside you and Vegeta with a heavy tackle that makes your head rush.
Blinding light from his palms force you to cross your wrists over your face to shield your eyes, but its sudden disappearance sends your heart into freefall.
Opening your eyes reveals your husband and son in a brawl, their near-identical faces portraying a common ideal.
Imagine getting held against the wall by his hips, with your hands in his soft hair and his hot mouth on your throat, draging his sharp canines along your pulse point. His hands feeling up the sides of your body, stopping to squeeze your thighs and your love handles and your chest. He loves how you quiver at the prospect of his teeth in your neck, drawing soft and needy moans from your lips as you beg him to make you bleed, to claim you as his.
The way he pulls away to look at your flushed face and messy make out hair when he hears the words "please my Prince, i want everyone to know I'm yours." Just imagine the hunger in his eyes at that moment as he looks into yours...
Going on a ‘totally-not-date’ with Vegeta as a younger guy would include...
[TW: mentions of homophobic parents]
...you having liked Vegeta for a long time, and finally giving up, putting your (probably-life) heart on the line to ask him to spend an afternoon with you, and being legitimately shocked that he said yes.
“No, I mean, the who~le afternoon.”
“Yes, you said.”
“With me, no one else, the whole day after 12.”
“Are all you earlings this repetitive - or is this unique to you?”
...him just blatantly telling Kakarot he won’t train with him that day, and after hours of nagging, he just growled about how you entended to drag him around town.
“Oh my Kami, you have a date!” Bulma would gush, only then revealing she was even in the room, and Vegeta’s horrified face going beet red before yelling at her for implying something so outrageous.
...Vegeta being uniquely annoyed when you show up at one in the afternoon and you not having the guts to tell him it’s because it took you an hour to figure out what to wear - you also resisted the urge to comment how Vegeta looked cleaner and more dressed up than usual.
...you still having to check on Vegeta every few minutes - totally not checking him out - to make sure he was really there, but just like his frown, he never disappeared.
...you enjoying the day despite having a nagging feeling that something wasn’t right; although, you mostly enjoyed the fact that Vegeta agreed to go wherever you wanted, including coffee shops, a “ridiculous-human-interpretation-of-aliens” film, and a small arcade, without any protest.
....him making off-hand comments of how “childish” your choices were, but you were used to him making those comments other days, and after knowingly bringing up how he seemed pretty quiet during the film, finished all the coffee, and how he didn’t destroy the strength-testing machine in the arcade, he went suspiciously quiet.
...the obvious issue finally coming to the surface when he snapped at the waitress for calling you his date at dinner, making her apologize and scurry away.
“But we are on a date.” You stated matter-of-factly.
...his response of “I don’t date children” hitting you hard enough visibly for you to see true guilt on Vegeta’s face - it wasn’t something you thought you would ever be able to witness - but not enough for you to stay there and accept being judged.
...you hearing him stand up to possibly stop you from leaving, but he didn’t actually go through with it.
...you immediately going to Bulma to vent and her only being able to hold you in some attempt to console you.
...it taking a few days before Vegeta showed up and checked the room, no doubt to make sure Bulma wasn’t eavesdropping again, before he, with clear painful hesitance, apologized; you were taken aback for a while, but you weren’t stupid and knew there was more to it.
...it still taking a while of prodding from you before Vegeta angrily admitted the truth, told you about how Saiyans were raised, about how strict their society was about acting a certain way, and about how liking men as a man... was right at the top of the list of things that he was not allowed to do.
...you knowing there was so much to unpack, your heart hurting for how uncomfortable and ashamed he looked to even talk about it, but being more focused on “liking men.”
“So... you do like me?”
...the shocked look on his face telling you all that you needed to know, but you not being able to stop yourself from laughing when he grumbled, “The coffee was good.”
(requested by @someonebored0100. Sorry it got way~ too long.)
Some wholesome aftercare with Vegeta? Or him taking care of you when you’re injured? Either one is fine, thanks so much❤️❤️💫
To say that your stamina didn’t match Vegeta’s was an understatement so it didn’t surprise you when he got up first after you two had sex for the first time. He silently left the room after he put on a pair of pants. You sighed in disappointment. Vegeta wasn’t exactly the curl up and cuddle type but you had hoped he would have at least slept in bed with you. The door creaked open again You turned to snap at whoever was barging in so late and stopped short at the sight of Vegeta.
“Here.” Vegeta said and tossed a snack bag at you. You looked at him in confusion as he walked over and settled back down under the covers. He leaned over you and put a water bottle on your nightstand. Vegeta paused over you and caught you staring up at him.
“What?” Vegeta said. “You’re staring at me.”
Before you even thought about it, you muttered.
“You came back....”
Vegeta scoffed and pulled away to lay down next to you.
“Of course I did. What kind of mate do you take me for? Taking care of you is the least I can do.” Vegeta stopped, realizing that he was about to get into more sentimental territory. You tilted your head. Vegeta averted his eyes and rubbed a rather new scar from an injury he got last week.
“Hey, your injury isn’t acting up, is it?” You quickly lean over to check on him. Vegeta grabs your wrist just before your hand touches his injured arm.
“I’m fine. It’s just....” Vegeta grumbles and refuses to look at you. You slowly pull your hand away and cup his cheeks to make him look at you.
“Hey, you can talk to me. What’s going on? You seemed fine earlier.” You talked in a hushed voice. Vegeta got red in the face and tried to laugh off his embarrassment.
“I’d say we were both more than fine earlier..” Vegeta gave a smirk as his eyes roamed over your still naked form. You snickered and lightly punched him in the chest.
“Vegeta!” You whined “You can’t flirt your way out of everything!”
Vegeta sighs. “It’s nothing.”
You pout and flop down on his chest in protest. Vegeta stares for a moment before sighing and relaxing. He put a blanket over you, muttering about how you’ll catch a cold or something if you lay out on the bed naked before draping his arms over you. Vegeta looks away and mumbles something you can’t understand.
“What?” You ask.
“Tsk, I said that it bothers me that you frequently take care of me such as tending to my injuries and it feels like there is very little that I do to take care of you on a daily basis. You make my food, tend to my injuries and work to get your needs met yet I sit on my ass and only tend to your physical needs. It bothers me. As your mate, I should be doing more.” Vegeta told you quietly. You give him a concerned look.
“You do plenty. You’re constantly working to get stronger and you use that strength to protect us.” You tell him.
“You.”
“Huh?”
“I don’t care about protecting Earth as a whole. I care about protecting you and that’s it.” Vegeta clarified. You smiled.
“I think that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard you say.” You tease. Vegeta huffs and smooshes your face into his chest.
