#dbz x reader

Vegeta hated doing this… but sadly she was the only one who was capable of assisting him with this problem. The Saiyan Prince landed a few feet away from the capsule home. All the lights were off, safe for the dimly lit porch light. The longer Vegeta walked to the house, the more irritated he became.

Tarble should have already come out by now to face him. Had his brother fallen so much into his new ‘domestic’ life that he neglected his training? He was already loosing Gohan, he refused to let the rest of his blood go down that same path.

Vegeta reached the porch when the door opened slightly. There in the doorway stood the woman he was looking for.

“ ‘Geta? Why are you up so early?” Cecily yawned as she scratched her temple sleepily. She was wearing a large shirt (Vegeta had the inkling suspicion that he had seen Kakarot wear that exact shirt once) and shorts. A comically large blanket was draped over her shoulders, stopping short of her knees. “Did something happen?”

“Where’s Tarble?” Vegeta questioned looking behind her into the dark house.

She yawned again, blinking her blank eyes. “Asleep. Something that we should all be doing right now.”

Vegeta scowled as he huffed. “He should have sensed me by now. Has he not been keeping up with his training?”

Cecily blinked before furrowing her eyebrows. “He does some training Vegeta, but he’s been a bit busy with the kids lately. We both have been Vegeta. Your nieces and nephew are quite the handful and take quite a bit of energy to tire out.”

“Then train them. That will get them tired out.”

“That not—Oh forget it.” Cecily crossed her arms in annoyance. “Why are you here Vegeta? Did something happen with Bulma? Trunks? Because if whatever you have to say isn’t important, it can wait til a more reasonable hour.” She was about to close the door before pausing. Her blank eyes soften. “Your nervous.”

Vegeta felt his face turn warm. “I am not!”

Cecily tapped her foot on the ground and let a small smirk grace her face. “Your heartbeat seems to say otherwise Vegeta. I’ve been around plenty of nervous and anxious people to know what a nervous heartbeat feel like.”

The prince swore under his breath.

He had forgotten about her ‘Earth bending’ skill yet again.

“Vegeta?” Cecily questioned softer. “Do you want me to get Tarble?”

He hesitated before shaking his head and tightening his grip on his arms. “No. I… I came here for you.”

The confession seemed to surprise them both. Cecily carefully closed the house door, bunched her blanket up a bit more and walked a bit closer to her brother-in-law. “Me? You’re looking for me? For what? Did something—”

Vegeta grabbed her forearms. “Nothing’s wrong! It’s just.” The prince grimaced. He really didn’t like what he was going to be asking.

“…Bulma has agreed to let me train the boy.”

All sleepiness wore off as Cecily’s eyes went wide. “She did? Wow, I would have figured she wouldn’t want that for at least another year. You must have been pretty convincing to let her let you do that.”

Vegeta was lucky that she couldn’t see his blushing face. “That part is none of your concern. However, due to Trunks being so small, I can’t take him into the Gravity room yet.”

He gave her a look. “I heard from Krillin that you used to make obstacle courses for him and Kakarot when you three were younger.”

Cecily flinched a bit at the sound of the deceased Saiyan’s name. “I did. It helped a lot with my seismic sensing and figuring out where they were when they learned about hiding most of their ki. Wait…” A small grin began to etch on her face at him. A smug face that Vegeta didn’t know she could even make.

“You want me to make a course for Trunks, don’t you?” She cooed at him. “Aww! Geta that’s so sweet and considerate.”

“Oh will you stop that!” Vegeta spoke, thanking again that Cecily couldn’t see his flustered face.

 She chuckled before quickly wrapping her arms around her brother-in-law. The older Saiyan squawked indignantly. “Cecily quit it! You know how much I hate these sneak attacks! I already get enough from Bulma, I don’t need to worry about yours too!”

“Oh but Vegeta you came all the way here at… what time is it?”

“2 in the morning.”

“Two in the morning—oh we are going to talk about when it is acceptable to come here later—because you wanted to help your son train. That’s so thoughtful! Of course I’ll help.”

Vegeta blinked. “Seriously? Just like that? No monetary compensation? Nothing?”

Cecily pushed his shoulder dramatically. “Oh please, I don’t want any money if its just helping my little nephew. Besides, you could have just asked me that you needed some help with him and I would have said yes no questions asked.”

Vegeta sighed, almost regretting his decision to ask Cecily for any of this.

Almost.

“Good, then we start right away.”

“Hold on—VEGETA!”

The Saiyan prince had suddenly picked her up and shot up into the air. The blanket now laid on the porch as the blind woman clung onto her brother in laws shoulder and neck. He couldn’t help but let out a satisfying chuckle.

“Maybe now you will think twice about any sneak attacks.”

“I swear if I fall from up here, I will come back with Goku and kick your royal behind Vegeta!” Cecily mumbled her threats in the saiyans neck.

“Oh, quit acting like that.” He started with yet another huff.

They both knew that he wouldn’t drop her.

The flight back to Capsule Corp was quick thanks to Vegeta’s speed, though he did get there later due to his passenger. He refused to admit that he only slowed down when she started tightening her grip and shaking. She never did well with flying for long periods of time.

Vegeta landed on one of the many balconies on Capsule Corp’s main building. Setting them both on the terrace, Cecily slowly placed a foot down, tapping it against the floor a few times before fully letting go of the Saiyan.

“Follow me.” Vegeta whispered grabbing her wrist and dragging her through the doorway. They walked like this for a few more minutes before ending up in one of the many guest rooms the building had. Cecily walked in first without missing a beat.

“Hey watch it!” The prince hissed grabbing her wrist. “I don’t need to explain to Bulma and Tarble about you getting bruised on my watch.”

“I won’t bump into anything.” She smirked before tapping her foot once again. “Seismic sensing. Seriously Geta, how many times do I need to remind you?”

Vegta’s eye twitched. “You are almost as annoying as your brother.” He pretended not to see the tension on her shoulders when she replied back. “Don’t lie Geta, I’m your favorite Sister-in-law.”

“You’re my only—Oh forget it! We are wasting time! Sit at the table, we need to discuss strategy and—”

“Can you make coffee first? Its still almost three in the morning.”

“…Fine…”

…

…

It had been a hot minute since Bulma had woken up alone in bed, perks of having a Saiyan fiancé. But when she turned in bed and found it to be icy cold and lacking anybody, she knew something was up.

While Vegeta was exploring some ‘romantic’ things (she had to thank the girls for that), spontaneous dates were still somewhat a bit planned, so it couldn’t be that. The most likely scenario was that he had woken up, maybe gone to see Trunks, and was eating in the kitchen.

He was always the early bird out of the two of them.

However, her phone ringing snapped her out thoughts. Pressing the screen, she answered the call with a yawn.

“This Is Bulma—”

“Is she with you!?” A slightly panicked voice hit her ear drums loudly. Bulma pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at who called. The small picture of a flustered Tarble covered in flour and egg flashed.

“What in the world? Tarble?” She yawned before placing the phone a few inches away from her ear. “What are you calling me so early? Its—okay its seven—but you know I sleep later.”

“Bulma is Cecily with you right now?” Tarble asked his voice slightly more panicked than before. “You didn’t pick her up for another one of your random sleepovers, right?”

“What? No—she isn’t with you?” Bulma, now fully awake swung her feet off of the bed and hurriedly went to change her clothes. “Are you sure she didn’t sleep in the living room again?”

“Bulma I’ve checked the entire house and she isn’t here! Oh, gods what if someone kidnapped her and dumped her in a ditch!”

Bulma roughly pulled her shirt over her head. “Tarble we both know if someone tried that, they’d become very intimate with the ground or any nearby piece of rock. Have you called anyone else?”

“Not yet, you were the first one I called after looking through the kids room. I had to tell them that their mother was playing hide and seek so they wouldn’t panic.”

Normally, Bulma would have laughed at her brother-in-law’s antics with his children, but time was at the essence. Cecily had a nasty habit of wandering off to places for a while before anyone saw her again. A habit Bulma thought would have ended once she got pregnant. Sadly, it only amplified afterwards.

Pausing briefly to get her son, the heiress began rushing down the stairs. “Listen Tarble, just stay calm. I’ll get Vegeta and the others to come...”

Her voice trailed off when she saw said missing person, still in her night wear, nursing a cup of what she could only assume was either coffee or chocolate. Vegeta was eating right beside her while looking over something in a notebook. The blind woman blinked sleepily before smiling in her direction. “Mornin’ Bulma. Sorry for the sudden appearance, but Geta needed me for--”

“Shush!” Vegeta hissed as his ears went pink.

Bulma just blinked before turning the phone on speaker. “You’re on speaker Tarble. I think your brother kidnapped her last night.”

“HE DID WHAT!?” The sound of the second Saiyan Prince yelling made everyone slightly wince.

“Maybe if you’d check her ki, you’d know she was here.” Vegeta replied back casually.

“JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL I GET THERE VEGETA! Oh, and the kids say morning Cecily! I’ll be there in a few minutes!” Tarble softly said at the end of the call before hanging up.

The blind woman winced slightly. “I told you this could have waited until the morning.”

“It was morning.”

“You know exactly what I meant Vegeta.”

“Okay, stop it you two!” Bulma huffed, adjusting her grip on her fussy son. Cecily wordlessly raised her hands to reach for the child. “Oh no you don’t. No Trunks until you tell me what all of this is.”

“Your future husband needed my help with making a kiddy obstacle course for Trunks.” Cecily answered without missing a beat.

The prince’s face turned red. “Cecily!”

The woman only shrugged before making grabby hands. “Give me my nephew Bulma.”

Bulma happily handed the infant over and walked over to the prince. “I really don’t know whether to smack you for giving me and your brother a heart attack or laugh at the fact you want to train our son so badly, you went for help.”

Vegeta’s face flushed even harder as he turned away from his so to be wife. “Well, excuse me for doing the best with what I have. You won’t let me train him in the Gravity Room!”

“He’s two!”

Cecily, who had been cooing and tickling Trunks suddenly straighten her back. “Anyone else sensing that power level?”

Right on cue, the second prince of all the Saiyans landed outside. In both of his hands and tail were carrying baby carriers. His gaze was menacing, almost a spitting image of his brother until he spotted his wife.

“Cecily!” He yelled, dropping out of Super Saiyan and flying inside. Tarble safely placed the carriers on a nearby table, giving Bulma enough time to snatch her baby away from the tight hug husband and wife shared.

“Oh thank the gods your safe…” He mumbled before mummering a bit of Saiyan under his breath. Cecily just held him before he slowly parted and turned to his brother. The harden gaze was back and Vegeta could only smirk.

It was rare to see his brother this angry; it always meant that there would be a decent fight afterwards.

“You. Me. Wastelands. Now.” He growled shooting out of the house. Tarble’s older brother could only chuckle before shooting a look at the women. “Cecily, tell Bulma about our plans for now. I have a brother to entertain.” And shot off into the morning sky.

Yugi hated how well the boys were staring at her. She just knew they were on the brink of figuring out what was wrong with her. It was all in the eyes! Maybe if she just sat down a bit longer and suggested more board games, then they would forget about it.

“Hey Yugi, can we play a new game?” Mokuba asked suddenly.

Yugi raised a curious eyebrow while leaning her back more into the plush cushion.

“Oh? And what game might that be?” She asked curiously.

“Its one Seto and Gohan were playing! Its called two truth’s and a lie.” He said with a grin. His brother and friend both agreed on the spot.

“Alright then.” Yugi said while internally screaming.

Goten raised his hand wildly. “Oh! Can I go first?”

“Go ahead Goten, you know the rules?” The girl asked. The spikey haired boy nodded eagerly. “Trunks and Mokba explained it to me already.”

Of course the Brief boy’s already told him. They probably told him after sniffing out something wrong with their usually active babysitter.

“Okay! Okay! I have an apple in my lunch box; Gohan beat some bad guy named Cell; and Vegeta called me a carrot.”

The group stayed silent for a few seconds. Yugi had fully understood what the young Son had said when Trunk’s smirked confidently. “You ate your apple already. That one’s the lie!”

Goten nodded happily as he high fived the Brief boys.

Yugi was going to have to ask Goten about Gohan ‘beating Cell’ later, because last time she checked, Mr. Satan was the one who defeated that guy… right?

“Yugi, its your turn now!” Goten exclaimed.

“And it can’t be a boring one too!” Trunks added.

The boys turned to her eagerly. Yugi fiddled with her fingers, desperately trying to grasp at any idea’s that had vanished the moment it was her turn. The only worth noting things all happened today and she really didn’t want to dwell too much on that—

“Yugi, c’mon, just pick something.” Trunks complained. His older brother flicked his forehead. “Be nice Trunks, she’s just thinking.”

“But its taking too long! Its almost time for her to leave and she still won’t make up her mind by then!”

That seemed to snap the young girl out of her thoughts. It was true that she would be leaving soon… maybe she could say some things that happened today and just leave before they ask too many questions! Perfect!

“Okay, I’ve got them.” Yugi began. “Someone threw me down the stairs; My grandpa used to be into martial arts; and I secretly have a pet cat living in the game shop.”

The silence grew much longer than the last turn. Hopefully they would still try and figure things out or maybe that clock could go a bit faster—

“You mentioned your grandpa doing martial arts before.” Mokuba said.

“And you would have told us if you had a cat in the game shop… wait!” Trunks eyes grew bigger as he eyed the stiff girl more carefully. “Someone threw you down the stairs!?”

“Who!?” Goten exclaimed, jumping up and grabbing her wrist. His eyes were searching for any injuries on her hands.

Rats…

Yugi let out a nervous chuckle. She really didn’t want to explain to the boys that she got manhandled and thrown like a ball down several flights of stairs. Those guys had less than half a braincell and wanted to see how far they could punt someone; she just so happened to be within snatching distance. “Its not a big deal boys, I’m here, I’m fine.”

They didn’t look convinced. “Is that why you were walking funny today?” Mokuba asked sadly. The girl gave a hesitant nod before adding. “But its fine. I’ll be fine. Just a couple of bruises and bumps. Nothing that can’t keep me down—Goten!”

She hadn’t been paying attention to the smaller boy slowly moving her jackets sleeve, revealing the large bruises on her arm and small cuts. The boy looked at her with slightly glossy eyes. “You’re hurt! You’re hurt really bad!”

It was too late to try and hide the injuries from the Brief boys after they quickly glimpsed at her arm. She needed to make this right. “Boy’s you’re making this much worse than what it is. See, let me stand and show you.” Against the boys protests, she stood up with her shaking legs. “See? Nothing to it.”

Yugi stood for all three seconds before her vision went black.

…

…

Seto and Vegeta were in the kitchen when they heard the screaming. Not the usual screaming the boys made when they were having fun. It was a scream of fear.

The eldest Brief boy would have poked fun at his father for how fast he left his food to see what the problem was, except he was just as worried as he was.

“What happened?” Vegeta demanded as soon as he barged into the door. Seto felt his face pale seeing his classmate crumbled on the floor with her eyes closed. The boys all had panicked looks on their faces.

“Yugi said someone threw her down the stairs at school!” Mokuba exclaimed, his hands hovering, but unsure on what to do.

“She was what?!” Seto barked.

Vegeta quickly made his way over to the girl and swiftly picked her up. “Boy, I’m taking her to the infirmary. Get the most information that you can about this incident.”

The Prince of the Saiyan’s knew he was never going to live this soft moment down, but quite frankly he was more worried how the girl’s ki was fluttering. Humans were too fragile in his opinion, the smaller they were, the worst injuries could be complicated.

Seto turned to the younger boys and crossed his arms. “What happened?”

As the boys finished telling him, Seto wordlessly grabbed his phone and pressed the call button.

“Seto?” Gohan asked through the other end. “What’s up? You finally want to join the study group? Everyone besides Yugi is—”

“Yugi is in the infirmary. The boys said someone threw her down the stairs.” Seto interrupted.

A few beats of silence passed before Gohan responded. “We’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Good.”

KC AU

Son Cecily and Krillin made a promise right after Piccolo Jr. was defeated that if by the time they were 21 and didn't have partners, they would marry each other. Krillin said it as a joke after seeing Goku marry right away. Cecily took this seriously and was outside his door on the night he turned 23 asking to marry him.

Cecily and Krillin get married before the events of DBZ.

Had a small wedding on the sly since they didn't care too much on big gestures (also to save up on money for the future).

Master Roshi does a double take when he finds out two of his former students got married and didn't tell anyone.

Krillin is best husband.

Cecily loves holding her smaller husband in tight hugs.

Capsule Monsters AU

Seto Brief's card game is a success and decides to throw a city wide card tournament with the latest holograms and duel disks. Everything is all fun and games until something dark and sinister threatens the world again. How do you stop such a threat? By playing the game.

Includes all of Yu-Gi-Oh based Buddies.

Gohan and Videl join in.

Set right after Buu Saga.

Z fighters can't fist fight their way through this one.

Uncle Cooler AU

Sunny was just a few years old when she stumbles across an alien that looked just like her and deemed him to be her new friend. Cooler came to this planet to train the icjin egg sent here to be better than his awful little brother. Plans change when he finds out the egg housing the large power level turned out to be a girl. Something very rare in his species.

Cooler becomes an uncle thanks to plot.

Sunny claims yet another uncle figure.

Turns out being a "Son" means befriending at least one former bad guy.

Blind eyes can see AU

Cecily has lived her whole life blind and is fine about it. Mostly. There have been chances to return her sight with the Dragon Balls, but there always seemed to be bigger problems that made her wish seem selfish. Things change drastically after Cecily makes a wonderful banquet for Whis, Beerus and that Kai's. One small mention of wishing to see their faces enjoying her food, she gets a light tap on the head and everything turns very colorful.

Whis just casually altering someone's life like it's no big deal.

Cecily get flashbanged by colors.

Tarble's husband senses are tingling.

Oldest, younger, youngest AU

Radtiz is brought back to life after Goku instructed Kami and the other Z fighter to have him help in training. They need all the help they can get before the Saiyan's arrive. Cecily becomes much more active in fighting after finally meeting Goku's blood brother. Looks like she has another brother to work with.

Cecily is collecting brother figures like rocks.

Radtiz refuses to even think about Cecily as a sister.

Goku soon realizes that he has two older siblings while on King Kai's planet.

Wrong Gohan AU

Gohan dies in a fight and it's time to bring him back with the Dragon Balls. Only one problem. The wish brought back Son Gohan... As in Grandpa Gohan.

Old Gohan is wondering where in the world he is and why one of the people staring at him looks like his grandson--Oh!

Gohan is in Other World freaking out and wondering why the others haven't wished him back yet.

Goku is having new flavors of mental breakdown.

During Super.

Saiyan Cecily AU

Cecily is Goku's blood twin. They both escape to Earth in a pod by their parents. Son Gohan has just been promoted to Grandpa after finding twins in his backyard.

Cecily is still blind.

Goku and Cecily's tails are almost always near one another.

Bulma gets two little siblings in one day.

Earthbender Cecily AU

Son Cecily is Goku's older sister. Ever since she could remember, she had always been blind but could 'sense' her surroundings. A few accidents during her toddler years leads to the discovery of Earthbending. Cecily takes years to master the skills of her new powers in order to protect her loved ones.

Cecily is kinda like Toph.

Goku trains on different terrains because of bending.

Cecily has thrown people on accident.

Tarly (Son Cecily x Tarble)

Canon: Yes

Status: In Progress

Fun Fact: Cecily was given a free wish and instead of wishing for her sight, she wished for every saiyan (including half saiyans) to have their tails again. Tarble fell even harder for the woman he loved and constantly used his new tail to cling to his wife.

KC (Son Krillin x Cecily)

Canon: No

Status: Established

Fun Fact: Cecily and Krillin made a promise right after Piccolo was defeated that if by the time they were 23 and didn't have partners, they would marry each other. Krillin said it as a joke after seeing Goku marry right away. Cecily took this seriously and was outside his door on the night he turned 23 asking to marry him.

Charza (Frieza x Char)

Canon: Debating

Status: Complicated

Fun Fact: Considering how Frieza leaves Earth so often, Char doesn't exactly trust him with their son. He is still on thin ice and doing his redemption arc. Frieza has to swallow every insult he has the moment he is told that Vegeta and Goku are more trust worthy than he is and get to watch Kuriza without supervision.

Gochar (Goku x Char)

Canon: No

Status: Established

Fun Fact: Char named Piccolo as Gohan's Godfather before the child was born. Goku was completely behind it, even managing to take a picture of the day the green man was told the news. They still have the shocked photo in their family scrap book.

Sun Mip (Son Sunny x Mip)

Canon: Yes

Status: Pre-Established

Fun Fact: Imp once broke his arm after trying to spar a bit harder with Sunny. Mr. Satan outright banned him from going anywhere near Sunny until he was better. Buu stood guard to make sure he didn't escape. Sunny thought he didn't want to see her again afterwards and kept all contact and touch at an extreme minimal.

Yuto (Yugi Mooto x Seto Briefs)

Canon: Pending

Status: Pre Established

Fun Fact: Seto is convinced that the reason he keeps wanting to see and be around Yugi was to settle their score. That's how Vegeta acts around Uncle Goku, this is definitely the same thing. Yugi meanwhile wonders why Seto's stares and mannerisms are starting to mirror Mr. Vegeta's so much

Spikey Chestnut (Yugi Mooto x Joey Chestnut)

Canon: No

Status: Pre-Established

“It appears your body is ready for another youngling, my dear.” His deep voice came from behind, almost making you jump in your seat, his tone masks it for love and care but you know it’s just him telling you what he wants. It’s not a suggestion, it’s an order.

This was just the married life with King Cold. Every alien race had a different way of conception and rituals to uphold, marrying into King Cold’s was an odd one for sure. According to his race: The male provides his seed to the female womb, and then moves on as usual. The females aren’t allowed to roam free and are told to stay away from the battlefield. When you were pregnant with Cooler, it only lasted a year for your eggs to solidify to be pushed out of your womb, the scientists within the Cold Force take your eggs and put it in a cold dark refrigerated state as low as -190 C. The eggs must be put in a cold environment so that way the strongest younglings can hatch, the rest die from the cold or never hatch at all.

You have to push out about ten eggs, and they are not medium sized in the slightest.

It pains you, seeing you push out nine out of your womb knowing only one will survive. King Cold just reassured you that the ones that died were probably weak and deadweight. If he wants to reproduce, his younglings must be the strongest to rule after him.

But who were you to question your mate’s wishes. You assumed Cooler was getting too rebellious for his father’s liking and now Cold wants to sire another youngling.

I ☆ Conception

Cold took you to his living quarters, and pinned you down using all his weight, his hands were heavy and large as he roamed your whole body, making you feel small and insignificant. He ripped your white cloak, exposing any modesty you had left. His large stature always towered over you as way to show you your place, and you always obeyed. You were just a female, you were small and not strong enough to have a battle form. King Cold could break you in half with his hands if he wanted to.

It was best to stay in line. Many females would love to bear King Cold’s younglings, I should be more grateful.

Cold always teased your wet folds using his long tail, the tip was sharp and uninviting. You remember crying during the first conception, not enjoying the way his ribbed tail tease your tight pussy, and Cold immediately pushed your head into the bed to muffle your cries.

Now you feel almost numb to it as he explored your inner walls, you winced a bit feeling the tip of his tail poke you and all your lover could do was chuckle darkly at your misery.

His tail was pulled back, and you were relieved for a few seconds until you felt to those familiar thick fingers invade your pussy, arching your back in shock. Cold continued his deep fingering, rubbing and exploring your wet and dripping folds. He was kind enough to prepare you for his seed later on, how nice.

This was going to be a long night for you…

His cock was finally hard and revealed itself. It was massive and thick. You question how it to fit inside you before when you conceived Cooler.

“Mm ready to be breed and filled, darling?” Cold chuckled darkly, the room was dark but you can see his devilish grin plain as day. You were soaked to your core and your body was aching after his tail teased your folds for hours.

“Yes, my king.” Your voice was horse and tired, but you were obedient as always. Cold smirked underneath you, he remembers why he made you his bride in the first place.

You were made into the perfect mate for breeding.

His deep purple cock slammed inside you, making you gasp immediately, it hurt but the wetness helped it smoothly through. Tears were already welling up from your eyes as your core got used to his size again.

You practice everyday to prepare for his cock but your pussy always remained tight when his was shoved inside you.

Cold always hitched his breath in, deeply groaning as he felt how tight your walls clenched and pulled him in further. As a result his massive hands grasped your thighs, lifting them into a mating press until your body was bent and pushed into the mattress.

And your cute moans and grunts as he thrusted in and out of you was music to his ears! You were so small underneath him, his large shoulders shadowed underneath you that your upper body was practically invisible if someone were to walk in right now. All they would see is King Cold fucking into the mattress with a small pair of legs dangling side by side his shoulders for dear life.

You were already close to your second orgasm and King Cold showed no signs of stopping until you were filled with his seed.

“A-ah—! Cold..am close…fuck-“ you whimpered underneath him but to no avail. He only darkly chuckled, his breath was hot and added more sweat beading on your forehead and naked body, you felt numb and your pussy felt raw and filled.

“In due time, dear…mmm…” he grunted, his thrusts were getting sporadic and rough. “You still have a lot of room to take my seed—!” He slammed pelvis deep in you, as you arched your back, taking it in and moaning so loud it’ll make the windows shake.

“Mmm ohhhh fuck, my king-!” You urged, gargling your moans in delight as your dear husband found the perfect spot to hit inside you. Your king cold only groaned afterwards, mutters various commands and yes’s as he shoved his thick rope of seed into your womb. You could feel it release into your walls, feeling your stomach already filled to the brim. Your husband was not holding back.

When the cold tyrant felt his seed was fully in, he pulled out, missing the warm tightness of your wet pussy already. But his job was finished.

Cheekily, he pushed any reminants of his seed that was seeping out of your pussy lips further in your used up walls with his fingers. “I want you to take all my seed, dear.” He cooed, pretending like he didn’t just fuck your body, mind and soul into mush. Your body only jolted, as you felt his sharp nails and finger invade your body one last time.

The last thing you saw before you closed your eyes that night was King Cold’s devilish grin looming over you. Faintly hearing his deep voice invade your mind once more:

“Rest well, my precious mate..”

ll ☆ Pregnancy and Aftermath

You couldn’t move anything below your waist for weeks. Not after your husband put another baby in you and fucked you like you were nothing more than a womb with legs.

You closed your legs, squirming in your seat as your mind flashed seeing what Cold did to your body.

A few months passed and your stomach was plump and full. Your husband loomed over you, possessively and his way of love was suffocating you. And not in a gentle or nurturing way. One to remind you that he owns you. His mate. All his.

Various members of the Cold Force would take shifts, watching over you and reporting back to your husband about any updates on his mates process.

It wasn’t out of concern for you. You knew it was to keep you in line. To show you have no to privacy. And that he was always keeping tabs on you. When he’s away, the Cold Force are his eyes and ears.

Doctors are just people who keep data about your pregnancy and show no sympathy in helping you through this difficult process.

You never have things like toys or anything that’ll make the baby of yours happy. Cold said his next heir was projected to be more cold hearted than him. Any entertainment for the youngling would make him weak and too dependent.

All you have is a cradle to put the youngling to sleep and your breasts would develop milk to feed the baby its nutrients. Your body was made for it, so it make sense. Cold told you your body was useful in that way. It’s all you needed to care for the next youngling.

“King Cold?” You meekly began, holding your plump stomach close, cradling it to feel something…

Your husband only hummed, waiting for your response. “H-have you decided on a name for the youngling…?” You spoke faint and hesitant, you were afraid of being looked at as too chatty.

The cold tyrant hummed in delight, taking a sip of his chalice, taking in the sweet bitter taste of it and he muttered to you that he actually had a few in mind. “Hm, I think a name that’ll put the fear in those below us would help. A name that’ll send my men stiff and immediately obey without question…” he thought out loud.

“Frieza.”

A cold breeze sent goosebumps through your body, knowing that you’re carrying the next heir to King Cold, the new cold hearted tyrant that will conquer planets and enslave various races over the next thousands and thousands of years and then some right as your husband is humming in delight thinking what great things his youngling will accomplish after he announces his retirement when he’s of age to rule over his forces.

The youngling you both conceived together…

The day you met this unknown alien was nerve wracking to say the least.

The news that day told everyone in the country side of where you lived to stay indoors after a large crater was discovered by police in a large field. It sent a shiver down your spine when you realized how close it was to your home.

But sadly, those groceries weren’t going to be picked up by themselves, so you had to suck your nerves for for one day and leave home.

You were on your way back home, on your car, your eyes caught a large figure laying on the roadside, passed out. You got out of your car, deciding to help to and see what was wrong.

You usually keep your head down and wait for authorities to arrive but you couldn’t ignore this! This person is hurt, could get run over, taken advantage of or worst. The least you could do is try to wake them up.

You got a closer look at them.

He had a masculine look to him, large figure, broad shoulders and frame, and his skin was deep purple, immediately concluding that this was alien! You wonder if they were most likely responsible for that unknown crater from the news.

You came to the conclusion that you needed to help this alien. You couldn’t even wake them up even when you tried. You know your boyfriend wouldn’t be happy but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave someone in a vulnerable state…

Oh how you wish you could take that decision back.

☆

Cooler opened his eyes, scanning his surroundings, he didn’t recognize anything but the space he was currently in was small, his arms could reach both sides of the room.

The cold alien groaned in annoyance. He couldn’t believe he found himself captured by some lowly creature inhabiting from this planet! If he wasn’t low on power, he’d transform into his final form and kill on sight the first thing he sees.

Then, the sound of metal clanging and pounding perked his hearing, the door slide open on the side, revealing a small meek human. Cooler took notice how they were trembling a bit in fear. He smirked, he supposed this human wasn’t dumb and knew it had the right to be scared and quiver at the sight of the great cold Cooler!

“Hm, you look human. Female perhaps?” Cooler’s voice took his captor off guard.

“Yo-you speak my language??” Her voice stuttered a bit, her face felt warm when she heard how deep his voice was. She was not expecting this alien to not only have masculine features that made them unmistakably handsome but that he had the ability to communicate so eloquently and clearly as if it was second nature!

The alien hummed. “Yes, I’ve been on your planet before, my race is quite versatile when it comes to speaking other languages.”

He went on. “I’ll tell more about my race, if you let me heal up.” He warned, darkly smirking at your very core.

“O-oh! I mean, I wanted to do that anyway. You don’t need to worry.”

Cooler only scoffed. No one helps anyone for a price. He was confused but his face didn’t show, he only crossed his arms, letting her explain.

“I’m not letting you stay here as a prisoner. I want to help you get your feet on track. I noticed how banged up you were from your crash, so I helped because I… wanted to.” You answered as best you could, letting your intentions be known clearly and well to the alien. The last thing you want is a misunderstanding.

But Cooler was not so convinced. You plan on taking care of him like some wounded welp? How naive can you be. You have no idea much power he has and could terminate you on the spot! This meek human thinks she’s believes that she’s in control but she couldn’t more wrong.

He’s the one letting himself stay at your dirty metal shack, he’s the one choosing not to snap your neck and move on to the next human to torment, he’ll let you believe your in control for now.

Perhaps you’ll be a bit of fun.

The alien stood up high, approaching your frame, he could hear your breath hitched as he completely towered over your with his height, his shadow looming over you like a sudden eclipse.

He studied your face, he can see you biting the bottom of your lip, eyes unable to look up at him in the eyes, he almost wanted to laugh. You are quite the beauty for a mere human, he’ll give you that.

You actually seem clean and take care of your appearance, Cooler thought.

The alien puffed his large chest. “Well, little miss helper, I suppose we haven’t properly introduced ourselves.” Cooler was formalities first. “I am Cooler, your new patient, little miss helper.” He chuckled a bit, giving you a nickname that you weren’t sure how to feel about. But it can’t be helped.

You told him your name but you have a feeling he ignored it for the sake of still using that odd nickname he already declared.

But you did rescue him, you did bring him to your tool shed. In way he is your responsibility until he’s healed up.

Part of you is scared at what will happen once Cooler’s is back at full power. Your stomach churns at the idea that he’ll most likely kill you right then and there, move onto killing millions more. Take over the planet, or perhaps he’ll actually leave and go back to his home planet. You wonder if he even has a home to go back to…

☆

Cooler was a bit antsy the first few days. Coming from a family of rulers and tyrannical power, he’s use to receiving the best of best. Exotic food that most would slave away to taste, millions of ships, armies, servants, and henchmen following his every word no questions asked, and living quarters that are only fit for kings!

Now here he is. Crash landing back to this dirty little planet again, injured, weak, and not sensing any power from his body. He hates how small this piss poor excuse of living quarters he’s stuck in. The only highlight is teasing and conversing with this lowly human female.

He wouldn’t say he grew fond of her. The only thing she’s good for is bringing food to him, the cooking is bland at best to his tastebuds. And asking her questions and seeing her flushed reactions. She’s so easy to tease too.

Cooler does enjoy talks with her. She’s not a total loss.

“You humans have such basic genitalia. If I showed you the concubines I mated with daily back at home, I’d scare you off into celibacy.”

“C-can we please not talk about your s-sex life!”

Cooler thought it was funny how you had a new word for everything.

“Is that what you call it? You call it Sex?” Cooler was amused. You wanted to just crawl into your room and hide.

Cooler quite enjoyed these talks with you. You however felt unsure about this whole situation. You just wanted to help heal him and have him get back on his feet. But had you known he’d be a demanding, high maintenance, and annoyingly tease you, you would’ve just kept moving forward.

It was your mess, and now you had to lay in it.

Your only worry at this point is him choosing to never leave and staying here, just to torment you further.

Oh and also your boyfriend finding out you’ve been harboring an alien without telling him.

Meanwhile Cooler has been undressing you with his eyes. You could feel it. It felt like it was burning holes through you.

Cooler supposed he can just wait to be headed up, take you away far from Earth and have you become all his as he traveled and conquered various planets.

It’s what he deserved after all this trouble. He’s already made up his mind. He couldn’t let you go now. That would ruin all the fun!

But staying here isn’t a bad idea either, so long as you don’t leave his side.

➖

It’s been a few weeks and Cooler has healed up immensely but he refuses to leave! Your biggest worry came true. This alien took advantage of your hospitality (and food), and just simply ignores you whenever you bring up anything about his home planet or the idea leaving earth.

But you’re too much of a people pleaser. You can’t bring yourself to protest to him.

Not to mention insanely powerful and scary he’s become.

His strength regained and he blasted a whole wide acre of land just because he wanted to! and also because you told him no.

It was terrifying.

You eventually told your boyfriend everything. Everything. You couldn’t keep the lie up anymore, and maybe he’d have an idea to get this alien to go away.

You couldn’t help but cry as your boyfriend consoled you. You were overwhelmed and stressed out over Cooler’s temper, his sadistic lust for killing and destroying with no remorse, him teasing you to fetch him something like you were a devoted servant that he can just bully, harassing you to do humiliating things for him, it all broke you down to your very core.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

But your boyfriend was oh so understanding. You don’t know how lucky you are. He had every right to be mad at you for keeping a big secret like holding an alien in your tool shed for weeks. You know, big secrets like that.

“All I care about is your wellbeing at this point. This alien has got to go!” Was all he said, immediately sympathizing with your situation and knowing that this Cooler guy was the problem, not you.

“Just promise me you won’t pick up anymore passed out oddities from the roadside, ok?” Your boyfriend gave you a faint but genuine smile. Assuring you that he was in no way mad at you.

You sniffed and wiped away tears that were painted on your cheeks, smiling weakly back. “I promise.”

“Heh when this is all over, I’ll order us dinner.” You boyfriend promised, as your eyes shined brightly, thinking up some of your favorite foods and meal ideas. He truly was the sweetest!

“Now, let’s kick this alien to the curb.”

Both you and your boyfriend walked side by side. You felt slight pressure, nerves bundled up in your stomach. You were afraid of what Cooler might try and this interaction could go south real fast!

You wanted to pray to any gods listening and just have everything go well. Hoping that you taking care of Cooler would be a chapter in your life that you can finally close.

Your boyfriend opened the shack door, he took a step back for a bit as he finally got a good look at Cooler.

He was a monster of man. Tall, imposing and at his full strength again.

“Ah, you must be the current lover. So nice to meet face to face.” Cooler devilishly smiled down at your boyfriend. His gentleman facade was something that scared you to your core now. He’s anything but that!

Your boyfriend tried to be unfazed but he couldn’t believe how large he was. He could feel this sweat of his brow slowly build up as this alien stared down at him.

“Yeah, my girlfriend filled me in on you.” He said, clearing his throat. “So you’re all healed up, that must mean you gotta go back to your home.”

Cooler simply chuckled, covering his mouth a bit.

“Not quite, I need to take back what should belong to me.” Cooler responded, his eyes looming over you, you gasped suddenly. “Then I’ll be on my way.”

“I don’t know where you’re from, but that’s not how negotiations work! So fuck off and leave her out of this.” Your boyfriend jumped to your defense, getting in front of you.

Cooler was silent after that. Clicking his tongue. He did not want to hear that.

“She became mine the moment she helped me. She’s not yours anymore.”

Without warning, Cooler grabbed your boyfriend face, throwing his down on the ground as you cried and screamed for him.

His face meeting the dirt below as Cooler brutally stomped on his face with just foot.

“Holy fuck! Stop! Stop! Please! Leave him alone!” You yelled out, tears streaming down your face. You cried out to your boyfriend but all you heard was groaning and coughing as Cooler hurled a beating on him with no remorse.

You ran to cover your boyfriend from further harm but it was too late. He wasn’t moving at all, not a twitch or a single groan left your boyfriends lips.

“Hun…? Wake up. Hun?”

You saw his face was pummeled and red from all the blood, his face bashed and swollen that you couldn’t even recognize his face anymore..

His eyes were empty like his spirit left him the moment Cooler bashed his head into the ground.

“Please honey!! Y-you gotta get up!”

You moved your boyfriend lifeless body, jerking it around. But nothing happened.

It was quiet.

You cried immediately, loudly screaming in pain.

An alien you nursed back to health just brutally killed your boyfriend, in such a quick manner, you felt like it played like a nightmare. You wanted it to be a terrible nightmare that you could wake up from right now!

Cooler was uncharacteristically quiet too.

But you turned to him, pissed as tears ran down your cheek. All he did was chuckle darkly.

“Looks like it’s just us.”

“Bastard!”

You ran and tackled the alien but his large stature made it impossible for him to be pushed down.

You could feel your throat hurt as you screamed and wailed at your boyfriend’s murderer. Your face felt hot with anger as Cooler seemed unfazed by you.

“Oh don’t be like that. I did you a favor.” Cooler said matter a factly. “Are you serious!?? Y-you fucking killed him! M-Murderer!!!”

“He was weak!” Cooler roared at you, grabbing your arm to stop you.

“I claimed you, I just simply took him out of the picture. Now there won’t be anyone else to get in the way.” Cooler reasoned, holding onto your body, his hands traveling your back as you froze in fear.

“Now, you’re all mine. Come.” Cooler grabbed and pulled you into the shack. You immediately protested, screaming, hitting him, and digging your heels into the dirt as he pulled you away from your dead boyfriend’s corpse.

“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Let me go!” You yelled.

Cooler grabbed your body, pushing you down to the ground. He closed the shack door, any light from the outside was gone, no one to come you rescue as he isolated you further.

It was dark but you feel his large legs trapped you from running, his hips meeting yours as he gripped your hands and slammed them on the floor.

“J-just go away…” was all you had the strength for, crying.

“I told you earlier, I claimed you already.” You choked out a whimper as he said that. So gross and objectifying as he said it. No say of your own. You miss your boyfriend, your life with him was taken away. Now you’re about have the last innocence you have to be taken away by an alien who sees you as a toy to ruin.

“Now we must mate right here and now to make it official.” Cooler darkly grinned as he wiped your tears using his sharp nails, making you wince as he licked the tears away from his fingers.

You wanted to run and book it to the exit, scream as loud as you can across your neighborhood, call the police, military, ANYTHING to tell everyone about this alien and shoot him on sight!

But help was a long shot.

Cooler practically caged your body, trapping you as he pinned you down to the ground. You whined, tightly closing your eyes as he teared off your clothing. You could bear seeing what your current point of view was at this moment. It was ugly. And you all you could do was cry and wait for it to be over.

You just wanted to wake up and have everything back to normal.

Cooler’s assult was rough, he didn’t even try to make your body prepare for his..size. It was huge, huge for humans at least. You could feel your walls clenching around his cock as he pushed himself into you. Instead of pleasure, you felt a fiery and rough feeling down there. You cried and begged Cooler above you, asking if he was almost done.

In response, Cooler simply clicked his tongue, narrowing his eyes at you. Without warning, his large hand pinned your head against the ground, rubbing dirt into your dry teard face.

He did not appreciate hearing your pathetic cries and pleas as he tried his way of making love to you.

☆

You don’t remember how long you lasted. It felt like time stopped when Cooler raped you in the shack.

Even after Cooler finished, he still manhandled your body in various positions, treating you like some kind of used toy.

Toy was the right word because you checked out after that. Your eyes dilated, and you felt numb and your soul leave as Cooler kept using you as his personal fleshlight.

The last thing that played in your mind was your now late boyfriend. You missed seeing his smile and hearing his sweet words of encouragement.

You wish you could go back to that time.