#db x reader

Being Piccolo's wife was more than just a title, it was proof of how irresistible you were to anybody and everybody

At least, that's what Piccolo believed because nobody and nothing else was as addictive as you were. He couldn't get enough of you the moment he had met you

The needy feeling hadn't dwindled even a moment once the two of you became an official couple. If anything, it got worse the more he was exposed to your adorableness

You found yourself unintentionally catching your husband's intense attention all the time, you weren't even trying to seduce him. Really!!

Though it's your fault he has these urges to pleasure and tease you now, he wasn't insatiable like this until his first time being intimate with you

You've made a monster out of him 😏

BUT-

You genuinely turn him on without even trying and the knowledge makes your whole body flush when you really think about it

One time you're watching the Trunks and Goten play, Pan cuddled up against you as you rock baby Bulla to sleep, a soft smile on your face as you soak up the sun

You felt your husband's presence and waited for him to come sit with you, eager to lean against him and make the moment even more perfect

Only Piccolo doesn't move, instead frozen and staring at the blissfully domestic moment between you and all the little ones

He's taking in the sight of your lips, the sounds of your contented sighs, and the feeling of happiness radiating off of you and the children

He's suddenly spurred into action when you open your eyes in confusion and pout at him, overcome with the urge to squeeze you tight

"Piccolo? Are you going to come sit with u-oh~!"

You let out a happy gasp as your husband storms forward and gently(but firmly) grabs the back of your head, kissing you hard and purposefully

It's somehow hot and sweet at the same time, his fangs nipping at your lips a little too roughly before he pulls away with a flustered look, plopping himself down next to you and crossing his arms

You lean your head on him as you catch your breath, face flushed and body buzzing pleasantly, only to be embarrassed all over again when a strong arm pulls you by the hips until you're pressed tightly against Piccolo

His eyes are closed, and his lips are set in their usual frown, but you can feel his desire for you in how firmly he holds you close

At some point, you end up in his lap, and he refuses to let you move, a large hand rubbing your hip in a way that should be soothing but instead feels suggestive

Maybe you two are a little too obvious when you're returning the kids back to their parents, practically racing out the door once the drop-off happens

Not that you care all that much when suddenly your husband is pressing you against the front door and licking inside your mouth in a way that feels dirty

And especially not when he lets out a particularly delicious sounding grunt as you yank him closer by the fabric of his clothes, the two of you making heated eye contact as his tongue glides across your own

You still don't know what you did to get that reaction out of him...

Or, like the time when everyone was gathered together to face the problem of a new foe, settled next to Piccolo as Vegeta yelled at Goku for not taking things seriously

Your frown showed your worry, a feeling that only got worse when Piccolo had offered to hold off the foe to try and give Goku and Vegeta more time for their plan

You whipped your head around fast to look at him, your hand gripping his arm tightly and lips parted with protest

But he didn't even flinch, gaze locked with Goku's as he subtly shook his head at you

The only reassurance you get in that moment is when he covers your hand with his own, giving it a gentle squeeze before taking your hand off of him

You're upset at him for the rest of the day after that, torn between wanting to yell at him or needing to cling to him

So you settled for both, grabbing his big pointy ear and yelling at him for making such a huge decision without you

As much as it hurt and was embarrassing for him to treated like this, some part of him was enjoying it(freak!!!!)

Your upset reaction just reminds him of how much you love him, and that's all his mind can focus on, tuning you out unintentionally

Suddenly, he's putting a hand over your mouth and staring at you with a fond expression before he leans in close as if sharing a precious secret with you

"I love you too, Y/N."

You're too confused and flustered to even realize that he's picking you up and carrying you to the bedrooms, your legs instinctively wrapping around him

You manage to pull away between kisses, blushing when he starts nibbling and kissing down your throat instead. You can't help but hit his back before guiding his lips back to yours

"We're finishing this conversation later..!"

Your husband only smirks at you and chuckles before going back in for a rough kiss, his sharp nails digging into your hips as he pins you down suddenly

Or there was the time that you were stuck with Frieza while everyone was preparing for another tournament, the frost demon seemingly taking an interest in you

You were trying to keep the peace and not pick a fight with the crazy tyrant so you held your tongue whenever he gave you a backhanded compliment

Which was difficult when Frieza insisted that you be his escort around Earth while he was there

"Oh my~ It's amazing to me that you can keep such a lovely physique when you eat like that~"

"Huh, I suppose it is true what they say! With great age comes even greater wisdom!"

"You're so brave for going out in public in that outfit!"

Even if you had never known all the horrible things Frieza had done to your husband and friends, you're sure you would hate him just the same for all his mean girl quips

But you held strong all the same, ignoring each dig with all the grace and patience you could muster

Until Frieza realized that you and Piccolo were an item, he just couldn't resist, Frieza had to say something when he saw you coax a quick kiss out of your husband

"Oh, how precious~ It would seem that beauty has tamed the great green beast-"

Only to end up shocked when you suddenly whipped around and slapped him hard across the mouth, it wasn't even the pain that got to him, just the audacity

"I have had enough of your smart comments! I don't care what you say about me but don't you dare talk about my husband or else I'll kill you myself!"

You're hitting Frieza repeatedly, emphasizing your point when suddenly Piccolo is throwing you over his shoulder and walking away

"Goku! I want you to rip his tail off for me so I can mount it on my wall! Right above the bed! Then I want you to-HEY!"

"Haha! Anything you say, Y/N!"

You gasp and finally look back as best you can, feeling your husband's fangs nipping the meat of your ass as he carries you away from a trembling Frieza

It probably looked like Piccolo was making a retreat with you to protect you from Frieza, but the reality of the situation was that he was turned on by how fiercely you protected him

Seeing you slowly become more and more annoyed with Frieza before suddenly snapping in a rage of sexy fury was just intoxicating for him. Even more so knowing he's the reason for the snap in the first place

Piccolo starts to wonder if he's got some Saiyan in him because the sight of you making such a powerful foe cower for even attempting to insult him shouldn't be so hot

You go from angry to embarrassed as your husband nuzzles where he bit you, hitting his back and kicking your legs, which only makes him more pleased

"Mm, what a fierce little wife I have..."

You can't help but shiver when he lets out an appreciative rumble, rubbing the back of your legs to calm your kicks as he opens the bedroom door

"It's natural for me to want to protect the man I love, especially from someone who's already hurt him far too much..."

Your soft, genuine tone and the way you grip the back of his cape is what does him in, tossing you down onto the bed and climbing on top of you in a way that could only be described as predatory

Somehow, in a drunken heavy fog of pleasure, you catch your husband mumbling something under his breath before diving back in to give you a bruising kiss, pushing his body flush against yours as if trying to fuse with you

"You're going to be death of me, I swear..."

You can only moan and dig your nails a little harder into his back, locking him against you with your legs around his hips

"Ha...if you die...take me with you..."

Those are only a few instances of Piccolo's melting for you, the reality of it is that there isn't a single day that goes by that Piccolo isn't getting some form of cuteness aggression because of you

And if it's not cuteness aggression, then he's straight up getting turned on

But it's not like you don't jump your husband's bones over little things too, you two were far too infatuated with each other not to

Piccolo is so obviously whipped for you that Chi-Chi and Bulma often whine about how jealous they are of your marriage

You can't help it though, you two are so ridiculously addicted to each other

It was an extravagant event. It had to be. After all, it was the wedding for the prince.

It was as if all of Planet Vegeta was in attendance. The entire kingdom had anticipated such a moment since the very birth of your soon to be husband.

Prince Vegeta was your childhood friend and playmate. He had always been rather grouchy and not open to sharing affection, so it came as a complete surprise when he one day demanded for you to marry him. Of course, there was no way you could say no.

You walked down the aisle in a beautiful white dress. This tradition supposedly came from a far off planet. Most Saiyans didn’t have extravagant weddings, this was a special occasion.

As you reach Vegeta, your tail uncurls. He is in his “formal” attire, which is a battle suit similar to what his father wears. It doesn’t quite compare to what you’re wearing, but it certainly makes Vegeta seem all the more powerful.

Once you reach Vegeta, you can sense a bit of amusement in his expression.

“Took you long enough to walk down the aisle.”

“If you want I can walk back.”

“Hmph.”

Like all Saiyan women, you had your feisty moments. It was something Vegeta loved about you. His tail uncurls, a sign of his affection and happiness.

His father, King Vegeta the Third, begins to speak. It’s a bit hard to focus on what he’s saying however, since Vegeta is tightly holding your hand, both out of affection and possessiveness.

By the time the king finishes his speech, the crowd of Saiyans erupts into cheer.

Vegeta continues to hold onto you, using his hands or tail, throughout the after party, talking with his fellow Saiyans about all manner of things.

By the time the after party was done, you’re thoroughly exhausted. The prince helps you up to the room you will now share for the rest of your lives.

“Tch, I told you that you shouldn’t have drunk so much.”

“Auuu… It’s fine.”

As you enter the room, you’re taken aback by how grand it is. This isn’t the first time you’ve been in it, you’ve played with Vegeta in his room quite a number of times since you’ve been children, but it never really dawned on you how this is a room truly suited for royalty.

After closing the door behind you, Vegeta hugs you from behind.

“V-Vegeta…?!”

“Mine. Finally, all mine.”

He grabs your breast.

“It’s not like we haven’t done this before…”

“Quiet, woman. This is different. You’re my princess now.”

He moves around to your front, slowly removing your wedding dress.

“You’ve become such a beautiful woman. My woman.”

After removing your clothes, Vegeta removes his own. His cock is throbbing hard. He then pins you down by your hands on the large bed.

“I’m going to show you just how much I love you.”

After rare tenderness ghosts across Vegeta’s face, quickly replaced by a look of hunger as he positions his cock against your pussy.

He bites down on your neck hard as he begins to thrust inside of you.

“Ah! Ah! Vegeta! Nnnn! Ah!”

“You’re too loud, woman. The entire palace will know what we’re doing if you keep yelling like that.”

“Ah! I can’t help it! Your cock! Ah!”

He continues roughly thrusting as if his life depended on it.

“You like that, huh? You like how your Prince fucks you? We’ll be doing this every day for the rest of our lives!”

“V-Vegeta! Ah! Ah! Kya!”

“I’m going to cum inside of you. I’ll make you pregnant with my heir. We’ll have countless children together.”

“P-Please! Ah! Yes! Cum inside me, Vegeta!”

The two of you climax at the same time, Vegeta’s hot cum flowing inside of you.

“Hah… Hah… Hah…”

“Hmph… Are you already worn out? We have all night to breed.”

Vegeta’s cock is still inside of you, getting hard once more. Saiyan stamina is truly something else.

“E-Ehhhhhh?”

You are shocked, but not angry. In fact, you’re actually quite enticed by this.

As Y/N’s already low ki was lowered even further while unconscious, and had not awoken until chambered, the Saiyan’s would struggle to find her using any ki sensing techniques. Prior to her capture, Frieza had stressed over the other ways that could be used to track or teleport either Y/N or himself. Most were out of his control to prevent. Use of the Dragon Balls, godly intervention, Zuno or a rogue informant on his force – the options for his sabotage were endless.

If ‘Master’ Zuno was as all-knowing and smart as he was said to be then he’d undoubtedly heard of Frieza and his reputation. No being with that level of knowledge would be foolish enough to risk the galactic giant’s wrath.

There was the Galactic Patrol, a fitting name for an organisation that had simply sat back and watched as he had ruled over the galaxy for decades. Frieza smirked as he pondered on the various war crimes he’d committed while they patrolled. They were a joke, their ‘Galactic’ King even more so. No matter the relationship Vegeta’s blue haired harpy had with that scrawny pathetic patrolman, there was no way his superiors would allow him to get involved.

Then there was Beerus and his attendant Whis. The Destroyer God had no love for him personally but does seem to at least respect for the power he as a mortal had obtained. Before his fall at the hands of a monkey, Beerus had at least deemed him worthy enough of several audiences and authorised his plan for the destruction of the monkey race. If only he’d had the foresight to vaporise Vegeta all those years ago.

It had become clear following his resurrection that Beerus’ regard for him stopped at respect of his power and, perhaps, his cunning. Whether it was respect of their ambition, his use for them, desire to fight an equal, or an actual sliver of genuine like, the Destroyer certainly regarded the monkey duo in higher esteem than himself. There was a slim chance that Beerus would aid them, if he saw some sort of benefit to himself or advantage from the situation.

On the other hand, Beerus generally wasn’t one to care about a singular mortal life. Frieza was in no way threatening him and was currently occupied from any nefarious schemes or ploys for godhood. The Icejin had also fought well in the last Tournament of Power, playing a crucial role in several decisive victories. It was far more likely that Beerus would simply abstain from weighing in. If Beerus decided he wasn’t getting involved, then there was no way that he would allow Whis to do so. In the unlikely event that Beerus did get involved then he would have to lay on polite flattery. There was little else he could do in such a scenario.

The Dragon Balls, if they were still available for use then the Earthlings would have used them already. Still, they could come into play at any time. In preparation for this, he’d dispatched several warriors to steal several of the balls from Earth as soon as possible. Without one or two balls the rest would be useless.

However, ruminating on these future problems wasn’t the only cause of his stress. In the past week his scientists had run numerous different tests and come up empty. No matter what they had tried he had been told the result was the same. They were certain that this fixation wasn’t magic or related to any intentional pheromone release. Utter failures. How could scientists claiming to be among the best in the universe fail to unlock the secrets of one simple weak human woman. Frieza felt his ki welling up in as he thought back on the morning’s earlier incident.

It had been a pleasant morning, filled with finery and scheming. When he had been alerted that his two lead scientists had arrived to update him on the woman. Two stout aliens dressed in spotless white lab coats strode in. After blustery formal greetings to him, they’d detailed their continual failures. Naturally he’d asked what they planned to try next given their failure when one of them had SAID IT.

“There aren’t anymore tests but I have an answer for you. Initially your brain released testosterone when you first saw the human. You seem to have moved on to stage two. Your body is releasing dopamine, adrenaline, and norepinephrine leading to a stir of emotions within you. Simply put, it is attraction. Whether you recognise it or not, you seem to be interested in the human. Even if only at a biological level” one of the small aliens voiced in a grating matter of fact tone.

Frieza felt an untenable rage heating his veins but with practiced perfection let nothing slip. Turning to the other alien he nonchalantly asked, “and you? Do you agree with his assessment?” As if uncertain of Frieza’s temperament, the scientist took a moment before nodding slowly. “Well, that’s decided then” Frieza declared. With that he raised one finger and obliterated each disappointed.

The two ceremonial guards who had been standing still were blown away by his actions, staring wide eyed at their leader. Shaking like leaves they tried to appear unphased. With a dismissive wave of his hand Frieza issued his command, “get rid of them.” Frieza crossed one leg over the other as he sat upon his throne, eyes narrowing to slits. “Oh, and do inform the remaining scientists that they had better not fail me again.”

Good help was hard to find these days Frieza thought to himself as he shook off his angry flashback. He was left with no other choice, religated to carrying out grunt work and investigate the woman himself. With a sigh he descended from his gilded throne and made for the observation wing. Scientists, guards, and personnel were quick to scurry out of his wat, huddling in small gaggles to gossip when they believed him to be out of earshot.

While he once would have turned on his heel and obliterated them or devised some horrible punishment for them, he now was far to preoccupied to pay any mind to simpletons. Their simple-minded gossip had them feeling as though they were right.

Group 1: “Do you think today is the day he realises?” “Pfft, I doubt he ever will.”

Group 2: “Those scientists were definitely right.” “Lord Frieza seems convinced otherwise.” “He’s a fool in love; he just doesn’t know it yet.”

Frieza gritted his teeth, clenching his jaw ever tighter. Though he otherwise fought hard to keep his composure, simply stalking away towards his goal. Reaching the doors of the observation wing he wasted no time throwing open the sleek steel double doors.

Before him was a small table with two chairs overlooking a small but comfortable room. A plush king bed was pushed into one corner of the room. Its sheets were crinkled despite the makers best effort to straighten them out. Beside it sat a small wooden desk with a comfortable chair. In the opposite corner was a bookshelf filled with different Earthling books and a smattering of alien titles sandwiched in between. A floor length reading lamp sat between it and a plush red reading chair. Perched upon it with a large book in hand was his guest (prisoner).

Hestitating he briefly wondered if it was wise to enter and disturb the woman. While he certainly knew she was too weak to be a physical threat to him, it was the unknown quantities of her powers that concerned him. What if she placed some kind of new curse on him or was able to strengthen the hold she already had over him? Frieza felt his muscles wind up into balls of steeled tension. Moments of doubt like this were highly uncommon before he had first met that third class Saiyan scum Goku. He was Frieza, the tremendous tyrant, destroyer of words, annihilator of species. A conversation with a singular human woman was no challenge in the face of all that he had overcome previously. With that he shouldered the door open, straightened up, puffed out his chest, and stomped in.

"Come on Krillin! Show me what you got"

"Of course! Don't underestimate me Goku!"

Son Goku and his long childhood friend Krillin are training together in an open, green field. Its far out in the wild since their training sessions can get very heated and this way, they can't disturb other people and or destroy people's properties. Son Goku, who recently won the martial arts tournament and saved earth from demon King Piccolo, is having the upper hand. His last fights made him a lot stronger and even though Krillin knows that he won't give in easily. He also has his pride as one of Master Roshi's students.

In one swift motion, Goku uses a mismove of Krillin to his advantage and sends him flying. However, it seems that the black-haired fighter has underestimated his own power since the distance grows and grows and doesn't seem to stop anytime soon. Goku's expression scrunches up "Sorry Krillin!" he shouts after him and gets going to see where he went.

Little did they know that there was somebody else who was enjoying the quietness of the nature and the big, open fields for their own training. A young woman focused on the movements of her kicks and punches, her body and mind moving as one. Her eyes lit up as she notices a foreign source of Ki coming closer to her location. Her eyes focus on the direction and before it can hit her, she catches the smaller man and holds him upside down on his ankle.

"W-Woah hey! Let me go!"

He sounded nervous, wriggling around in the woman's iron tight grip.

"Who are you and why did you try to attack me?"

She asks in a strong voice, glaring down at him. Krillin gulps.

"W-What? No No, this is a misunderstanding! I did not try anything! I was about to crash into you because I-”

Before he could explain himself, there was a second source of Ki coming closer. It was on a completely different level, making the woman feel a bit uneasy. Whatever it was, it was strong, but it did not feel hostile.

"Krillin? Are you okay? I didn't mean to throw ya away this hard!"

Goku catches up to his friend and as he sees the situation, he tilts his head in confusion.

"Whos that? Are ya training a new technique or something-?"

"No! Now help me, please!"

Krillin sounds desperate, the blood already getting into his head from hanging upside down for so long. The womans eyes widen a bit.

"Wait, who?"

Her e/c eyes look him up and down. His black spiky hair, the very well-trained physique, the orange Gi and the strong Ki that radiates from him. Now it clicks. She looks down at Krillin, his face started to get pale and his expression screams that he is not feeling good at all. She lets him down carefully and holds up her arms in defense.

"I deeply apologize! I thought your friend wanted to attack me!" she bows down, and her face is tainted in a light, embarrassed blush.

Goku processes her words and then smiles

“No worries! Krillin can take that” he answers with a chuckle.

His best friend lays on the ground, the blood slowly running back into his body

“Y-Yeah..absol..absolutely” he mumbles in a defeated voice.

The fighter stretches his hand out to the woman

“Names Goku by the way! Nice to meet ya!”

He introduces himself with a warm smile. Y/N takes a deep breath and takes his hand, shaking it with a firm grip

“Nice to meet you too, my name is Y/N. I actually heard a lot about you” she answers with a small chuckle.

“Oh really? hope it's nothing bad then!” he answers and then helps his best friend up from the ground.

Krillin shakes his head to regain focus and brushes some dust off his Gi, the smaller warrior looks up to his friend

“Thanks man. I think I was about to pass out” he mumbles the last part quietly to himself.

Y/N shakes her head

“No, no don't worry. I know you from the tournament to be exact. I watched you fight and have to admit that your skills are very impressive.” she answers, a small shy blush makes itself present on her cheeks. It's not that she only watched one fight, she watched all. His fighting style and lighthearted personality caught her interest quickly.

Goku smiles brightly at the compliment and his eyes light up, as he thinks back to the tournament

"It was an amazing experience! There were so many strong opponents to fight. Man..thinking about this makes me feel all pumped up!"

He says energized and Y/N can pick up on his Ki raising slightly, mimicking his excitement for a good fight. Goku then holds his chin, thinking for a moment

"Wait a minute"

He then points at his friend, "Krillin was flying quite fast since i threw him with a lot of force" , his finger moves over to Y/N who starts to get a bit uncomfortable "And you caught him! Means your reflexes are quite good"

Krillin's eyes widen at the statement, and he looks up to the woman

"He's right! Hey Y/N, are you a fighter by any chance?"

Y/N starts to sweat nervously and looks to the side

“A-Ah..uhm..yeah but like I-” she gets cut off by Goku's strong hands gripping her shoulders

“I knew it! Then come, join us in training!” he suggests excited, his dark pupils sparkle “This will get all of us stronger!

Krillin smiles and nods in agreement

"He's right, the more the merrier"

Y/N starts to blush at the sudden contact, her eyes wander over to his toned arms that are gripping her shoulders pleasantly firm. She snaps back to reality quickly, not wanting anyone to notice her nearly drooling over the fighter. She then looks back up into his puppy like eyes. How could she ever say no to his request?

“Okay okay, I'm in! But my level of skill doesn't match yours in the slightest so..I don't know if you guys really benefit from training with me” she answers a bit nervous, avoiding eye contact.

Goku smiles and squeezes her shoulders reassuringly before letting go. Y/N already misses the contact.

“Doesn't matter! Any kind of training will get us stronger so come on, let's get right into it”

Y/N nods and the three of them start to get into a fighting position. The woman is utterly nervous, her limbs shaking a bit. //I have to try my best! No way I will miss this opportunity//

Krillin does not like the thought to fight against a woman at first, but he gets into the mood quickly after seeing how hard Y/N tries and that she surely knows how to throw some good punches. Even against Goku.

Goku smiles brightly and encourages Y/N to try and show some more, hyping her up. He can feel how much potential is hidden inside of her. How she partially blocks her Ki out of nervousness and not believing in herself strong enough. He wants to change that.

After hours and hours of training, Y/N falls onto her knees. Her breathing is heavy, and her body drenched in sweat, an amazing feeling if she is honest with herself.

Goku sits down beside her and smiles “That was great! You are really tough” he compliments her, stretching his limbs to prevent any after-training cramps.

Y/N’s cheeks start to blush in a deep red which is not coming from the exhaustion. Hearing such a compliment from him, a fighter of his skill, is really making her heart race

“T-Thank you..It was a lot of fun to train with you guys” she answers with a warm smile.

Goku stretches his hand out to her and helps her up, giving her hand a light extra squeeze before letting go. He looks down to her

"There is a lot of potential hidden inside you, Y/N. I can feel it!"

Y/N looks questioning at him

"You're limiting yourself through your mind" he taps at her forehead softly "Stop questioning yourself and your abilities and start believing in them! It will help you grow in no time." he adds and smiles warmly at her.

Y/N eyes widen a bit, something about his words tickle her emotions in just the right way. Her chest feels all warm and fuzzy. She looks up to him, his buzzing, strong but gentle Ki radiating of off him. She needs to smile and nods.

"Thank you Goku, your words mean a lot. I will definitely work on that"

Goku grins and lays his arms behind his head lazily

"Im looking forwards to next time already!"

Y/N blinks a few times, a faint blush creeping up on her face again

gathering the dragon balls outside of her and gohan’s shared home, a present capsule corp had given them for getting married. “ eternal shenron I summon you.” she spoke as the orbs began to glow and the sky darkened. to random humans they’d think it would just be a stormy day, but to anyone who was a regular with the dragon balls they knew a wish was being made.

as the eternal dragon summoned she looked up, a little amazed even tho she hadn’t been new to the whole idea of a magical wishing dragon, hell aliens existed so why couldn’t this.

shenron eager to finish the job asked her for what wish she seeked and she swallowed hard. a lump forming in her own throat.

“ I wish.. for gohan to have a vagina for a week..”

it was embarrassing. on one hand she was asking for an all wishing dragon to wish for her husband to have a vagina, and for their sex life to be exposed. on the other hand she washed a year’s worth of wishes on that said factor.

“ as you wish.” shenron spoke not even bothering to question such a ridiculous request, the orbs glowed and separated in seven different directions at light speed.

she didn’t question if the wish was made or not because it’s not the question of if it happened more so how gohan would react. on the other side of the town gohan was in a meeting to discuss his new discovery of some foreign bugs.

psychically it hadn’t hit gohan, but she didn’t know that so she had to play it off while waiting for him at home.

“ and with that concludes our latest discover on seasonal transforming fruit flies.” finishing out his meeting gohan grabbed his things and prepared to head home, deciding to take a quick pee break before the long flight back.

heading into the men’s bathroom he approached the urinal unzipping his pants expecting his usual routine to go smoothly.

without warning he felt dripping down his leg and jumped back, realizing his dick was no longer there. his first thought was confusion and he wanted to clean up the fluid dripping down his thighs.

he went into one of the stalls and man spread looking inbetween his legs. it was gone. back home, gohan’s wife spent her time making it seem like nothing had been off, she read a book by leaning back in her a chair in their living room.

a harsh landing sound on the front lawn alerted her that gohan was home. she tried to remain calm but her foot kept tapping against the floor. amongst the silence the front door opened and gohan walked in, he had a disholved look on his face as he placed his computer on the kitchen counter.

she tried to keep her composure as she looked up at gohan and got up to greet him. “ welcome home gohan.” she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck looking up at him

“ how was work..? “ she questioned him before briefly letting go. he looked puzzled and a little confused, hence why he scratched the back of his neck whilst zoning out.

“ uh-something.. weird happened..?” he looked down at her assuming it was just some bizarre change within his life. “ what happened? “

gohan held his head down, playing with his fingers over his sweatpants. “ uh.. just come here.” he grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the bedroom where he sat on the edge of the bed with her.

he swallowed hard as he looked her dead in her eyes snd spoke. “ hypothetically… you wouldn’t leave me if .. i didn’t have my dick anymore.”

she paused, maybe her wish did come true. she didn’t want to show all her excitement though. “ no, your dick doesn’t make or break our relationship.”

he felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. gohan stood up and pulled his sweatpants down to his thigh and pulled his boxers further down. initially nobody said anything and the room was silent as she locked eyes with his… cunt.

“ well that’s new,” she said as she looked up at gohan from the bed. she almost instinctively placed her thumb on his clit rubbing it in circles.

this feeling was new to gohan and his brain failed when she pressed her thumb against his clit. his face grew hotter and he felt his legs shaking.

“ you don’t like it? “ she questioned and she gave it a little pinch.

“ I .. I didn’t think you’d be into it.. me being a guy and all..? “

she didn’t want to tell him she made the wish so she just played it off as her being open to things. “ this’ll probably be the first time we can scissor” she teased.

getting off of the bed she stood up and kissed gohan. taking him by surpise he kissed her back her shoving her tongue down his throat as gohan stumbled back onto the bed.

she mounted ontop of him and broke apart from the kiss, a thin string of saliva between their two lips. “ how does it feel.. “ she questioned, she looked back inbetween her legs at his cunt.

“ feels.. hot..” he panted out as he looked up at her.

she unstraddled his lap and pulled his boxers all the way down. climbing off the bed she got on her knees inbetween his legs. placing two of her hands on his thighs she had a slight grip as she placed them ontop of her shoulders.

gohan sat up and looked down at his wife now inbetween his legs and without warning when her tongue grazed his clit he nearly clamped his legs shut.

her tongue slid up and down the entrance of his vagina as she kept eyecontact with her husband. seeing how much he struggled to not lose it. gohan grew overstimulated, it felt so good, the way her warm tongue grazed the inside of his walls and how she always spat on him for extra lubricant.

gohan’s usually tan skin was heating up to a light red. his breaths growing short as he sunk his hands into her hair grabbing a fist full of it and pulling her mouth closer.

the way her tongue began to lap at his cunt, whilst the bridge of her nose poked against his clit. it was too much for him.

“ fu-ck… you’re so .. good to me.” he whined, his voice practically begging for more. is this how it felt when he ate her out? no wonder why she was so loud, it felt this good.

with her mouth fully she couldn’t speak but she took a minute to take a breath and look up at gohan, panting before bringing her teeth to his clit. a small nibble, left gohan wincing.

she went back to his opening and left soft kisses before continuing her lapping. gohan’s grip tightened motivating her to work faster to make him cum.

“ so.. fucking.. close..” gohan’s breathed out as his legs closed around the back of her neck pulling her in close. signaling that he was indeed close.

gohan threw his head back and bit down hard on his lip, “c’mming..” she pulled her tongue out of him, dripping with his cum, it wasn’t a lot but it was still there.

taking a deep breath she panted looking up at him. “ so.. how do you feel? “

she questioned him as he could barley even speak let alone comprehend what she’d just said.

before he could respond he just fell back onto their shared bed panting heavy. “ I’ll take that as a yes? “ she teased.

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝

King Piccolo is not someone who typically spares a thought for individuals unless they serve his conquest, but you?

You’re different.

Perhaps it’s your intelligence, the way you keep Pilaf’s chaotic operations running smoothly, or how you face him with a defiant spark that most wouldn’t dare.

Whatever the reason, you’ve unknowingly captured his attention.

The moment he notices you, he claims you in his mind.

He doesn’t ask for things—he takes what he wants.

Pilaf, despite his cowardly nature, tries to keep you at his side when he sees Piccolo taking an interest.

Pilaf’s protests are silenced with a single glare, and within moments, you’re no longer Pilaf’s assistant—you’re Piccolo’s possession.

It’s not even a negotiation. Piccolo simply informs you that you’re leaving with him, his tone brooking no argument.

Piccolo’s obsession manifests in possessiveness.

He expects obedience from you, but there’s a twisted respect buried beneath his demands.

He finds your stubborn streak amusing (and oddly endearing) but will squash it if it gets in the way of his plans.

Any attempt to escape is met with swift and decisive action.

You belong to him now, and he’ll ensure you understand that, whether through manipulation or force.

Anyone who dares to harm or threaten you faces his wrath.

While Piccolo may be ruthless and cruel to his enemies, his protectiveness over you is absolute.

He justifies this to himself as guarding his “property,” but there’s a subtle undertone of care that he doesn’t fully acknowledge.

You may not be able to leave his side, but you’ll never have to fear harm from anyone else as long as he’s around.

The more time he spends around you, the more his fixation warps.

He finds himself wanting to keep you closer, to learn more about you, and to control every aspect of your life.

He’ll demand you tell him everything—your thoughts, your fears, your dreams.

He doesn’t understand why he cares, but it frustrates him when you hold back.

Piccolo becomes jealous of anyone who knew you before him.

Even casual acquaintances are seen as potential threats.

Your resistance intrigues him, even as it infuriates him.

You’re not like the mindless followers he commands—you challenge him in small ways, and that keeps his interest sharp.

However, if you defy him too strongly, his patience has limits.

His punishments aren’t physical but psychological—he’ll isolate you, destroy things you value, or remind you just how powerless you are against him.

Piccolo isn’t soft, but his obsession manifests in odd moments of tenderness.

He’ll brush your hair away from your face while you sleep or sit silently beside you when you’re upset.

He won’t acknowledge these acts, dismissing them as inconsequential, but they reveal the depth of his obsession.

If you ever show gratitude or warmth toward him, even out of fear, he’ll take it as a sign of your submission—and it only fuels his possessiveness.

Despite his fixation on you, Piccolo never loses sight of his ultimate goal: world domination.

He expects you to support him in this endeavor, whether as a confidant, a strategist, or simply as a silent companion at his side.

In his mind, your role in his empire is non-negotiable.

He sees you as the only one worthy of standing beside him when he rules the world.

Over time, you might find yourself walking a thin line between terror and fascination. King Piccolo’s presence is overwhelming, but there’s something about his power, his unwavering confidence, that draws you in despite yourself.

Piccolo notices this, of course, and he exploits it mercilessly.

He thrives on the knowledge that you’re starting to accept your place beside him, even if it’s out of fear or necessity.

Even if his plans for domination fail, his fixation on you won’t falter.