#fluff dbz

this has taken so long i’m ashamed here is your request

Goku- You ever see a dog with their favorite person? Goku is like that, but 10x worse. He’s slinging you along everywhere. You wanna go train? How about get something to eat? He’ll even find his way to nose into things you like to do. Soon, Goku’s tagging along with you at the mall, or the library, trailing behind you and carrying anything you want or need. By the way, I hope you like food. With Goku crushing on you, you’re getting a mouthful of whatever he’s eating, no “ifs”, “ands”, or “buts”.

Vegeta- If Goku is a dog, Vegeta is a cat. He’ll notice you, and then never acknowledge you again if he can help it. You can be in the same room as him, and he won’t breathe in your direction. No, Vegeta won’t avoid you. He is ignoring you. There’s a difference. The only indication you’ll ever get that he knows you exist is small brushings past you; a fleeting touch of fingers, a brush on the shoulder, etc. As time goes on, Vegeta gets more frustrated with himself, and ultimately, explodes on you. How’s that for a confession?

Piccolo- Okay. Piccolo might be avoiding you. He can’t help it! He hasn’t dealt with this, ever. After a short time of regrouping and figuring out what to do (running and meditating in some godforsaken field), Piccolo will be your shadow. He will be everywhere you are; sometimes he acts like he’s “meditating” and other times he’s just plain watching you. If you confront him about it, Piccolo will act like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. Everyone else, knows. Piccolo is hopeless and has gotten unsolicited advice from everyone: Gohan, Bulma, even Goku. Maybe he’ll listen and get you some flowers one day. Humans like that, right? 

Bulma- Get ready to be spoiled. If you glance at something, it’s yours. You’ll have the newest tech (of course), fashion, bills paid, hair did, anything you want. If being fussed over like that isn’t your thing, please sit her down and tell her. Another thing you’ll get from Bulma is a lot of quality time. She’ll sit you down in her lab while she works and asks about your day. She just wants to hear you ramble. Bulma will memorize everything you’ve told her during these little rants and raves, and she loves to bring it up at a later date to show that she’s been listening. 

Heavy is the Head (Vegeta Fluff Request)

The sun creeped into the window of Y/N’s apartment. She sighed and shifted, reaching out beside her. Once, twice, three times, her hand patted out beside her, feeling her sheets for a body. When she didn’t find it, Y/N frowned and sat up, looking at the cold space beside her. Scoffing, Y/N rolled out of bed, shivering as her feet hit the cool carpet below her. Y/N shuffled to her kitchen; used pans were still left out, and a plate of food was sitting on the counter. Next to it, a note rested, crumpled and slightly torn from haste.

‘Y/N.

Training for most of the day. Don’t wait up.

V.’

Y/N sighed and set Vegeta’s note down. She stretched, rolling her neck. Y/N took up the plate gingerly, munching on cold toast as she wandered through the house.

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Vegeta slammed the door behind him. His chest heaved up and down; dust puffed off his body and scattered on the floor around him. He reached up and wiped a hand over his brow, flicking sweat and blood off of his hand. Vegeta slouched against the door, grinding his teeth, not noticing Y/N tiptoeing toward him.

“Geta?”

Vegeta looked up, his eyes searching Y/N’s face.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Y/N said. “You just seemed tired. Did training go alright?”

Vegeta shrugged. He stood tall and walked past Y/N, brushing past her as he went.

“It was fine. I’m going to clean myself up.”

Y/N frowned as she watched Vegeta retreat into the bathroom. She crossed her arms and frowned. Sighing, Y/N made her way to the kitchen.

As Y/N settled into her kitchen, Vegeta scrubbed himself in the shower. He grimaced as his hands grazed his scrapes and cuts. The water beneath him swirled into red, then light pink, and Vegeta sighed as finally the water ran clear. Screwing the tap shut, Vegeta wrapped himself in a towel and waded out of the bathroom.

As his body dried, Vegeta sniffed the air. Ham sizzled and the smell of bread wafted from the kitchen.

“What’s all this,” Vegeta rumbled as he walked into the kitchen. Y/N gave him a small smile.

“You’re not hungry?” Y/N asked. She got up and crept toward him, and Y/N smiled again as she kissed him on the cheek.

“I set out some clothes straight out the dryer on the bed for you. You should put them on while they’re still warm,” Y/N said. “I’ll make a plate for you when you’re dressed.”

Vegeta eyed Y/N cautiously.

“Are you ill?”

Y/N snorted.

“No. You’ve just seemed stressed lately. I’m being nice. Now, go get dressed.”

Y/N shooed Vegeta along, and Vegeta slowly turned on his heel head to his room. While he went and dressed himself, Y/N hummed to herself at the stove. She took two plates and piled them high with food, and she set them down just in time to see Vegeta dressed in a shirt and sweatpants.

“Here you go! Sit down before everything gets cold!” Y/N said.

Slowly, Vegeta sat down to his food. Y/N sat down next to him and helped herself to the meal.

After a while, Y/N frowned. She looked up to find Vegeta poking at his food.

“Not hungry, babe?” Y/N asked.

“I appreciate your effort, but not really,” he sniffed. “I’m more tired than anything.”

Y/N nodded and finished her last bite of food. She rose and placed her hand out, waving it slightly in front of Vegeta’s face.

“C’mon, babe. Let’s head to bed for a nap.”

Vegeta looked at Y/N’s hand before smiling and standing. He crossed the table quickly; Vegeta didn’t hesitate to scoop Y/N up in his arms while she snorted. The pair walked to the bedroom, with Y/N wiggling in Vegeta’s grasp. Y/N giggled as Vegeta plopped her down on the bed. He scoffed at her laughs but allowed himself a smile nevertheless as he slid in beside her.

Y/N sighed in content as she curled up next to Vegeta. Relishing in his warmth, Y/N allowed herself to edge closer to Vegeta’s back. She snaked her arms around him, sighing again. One of Y/N’s hands reached up to stroke through Vegeta’s scalp, and Y/N could have sworn she heard him purr.

“Must you insist on clinging to me, woman?” Vegeta asked. Y/N smirked – there was no bite in his tone, and Y/N could hear sleep ebbing into his tone. Y/N continued to finger through Vegeta’s hair, occasionally reaching down to kiss at his forehead. Soon, Vegeta’s breathing slowed. Y/N smiled as he snored, and soon, she followed suit.