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(Raditz x Reader)

Raditz x fem!reader - 2,468 Words - SFW

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This fic was a request by an anonymous user! The prompt was as follows:

"Can I request a Raditz one-shot please? Where the reader is sick and he's taking care of her."

I did just that! You can imagine this as being part of the Princess Saga universe I suppose, minus Earth being fine. Otherwise it’s just an alternate saiyan AU! I hope you all enjoy!

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     Raditz was pacing back and forth in his room, unsure of what to do. Kakarot was off-world doing who knows what, probably visiting Earth again or something stupid like that. The point was he wouldn’t pick up his scouter, and Raditz was running out of options. Nappa wasn’t answering either, leaving only one more person he could call. He shut his eyes tight as he placed his fingers upon the scouter, clicking the button twice as the transmission was sent out.

     “The hell do you want?” Snapped the prince, sounding a bit breathless. A few grunts came from the other end and Raditz quickly realized he must be sparring or something similar.

     “I need… help.” He replied weakly, running his hands through his hair.

     Vegeta laughed at him, the sound slightly staticy through the scouter’s speakers. Raditz simply sighed, rolling his eyes as he waited for Vegeta to stop making fun of him. “Why the hell would I help you?”

     “I- well-“ he groaned, kicking at the floor before flopping down on his couch. “I think she’s sick.”

     Vegeta rolled his eyes, grunting again as he dodged the training bot’s laser attack. “You have to be more specific, dumbass.”

     “You know…” Raditz grumbled, face heating up as he began to fidget with his hands, “her.”

      “Oh right, your woman play-thing,” Vegeta gagged.

     “Hey, don’t call her that!” Raditz yelled.

     “Watch your tone with me!” Vegeta yelled back before continuing, “Is she your girlfriend yet?”

     Raditz paused, “well not technically I haven’t asked her yet and-“

     Vegeta sighed, “get to the point Raditz.”

     “I don’t know what to do!”

     He could practically hear the way Vegeta rolled his eyes, “go take care of her?”

     “Yeah, but how? And what if I get sick?” 

     Vegeta actually stopped training for a moment, wondering if he was actually dealing with this right now. The moment was over as soon as it happened, however, as he was almost zapped by another attack. “Don’t be such a baby and bring her soup or something you idiot!”

     “What if she doesn’t like soup!”

     Vegeta grit his teeth, “then pick something else! She’s your girlfriend damn it!” At that the call ended, and Raditz rolled his head back into the couch cushions.

     “She’s not my girlfriend,” he huffed. What the hell was he supposed to do?

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    What the hell were you going to do? You felt awful; so awful that awful was an understatement. You weren’t sure if this was a common cold being taken to the extreme from lack of rest, or perhaps it had never been a cold to begin with and you picked up some virus while out on a mission last week. The point was you were running a high fever and your nose was running like a waterfall.

     Your body ached, worse than training with the boys always felt. It felt as though your skin was on fire, and lounging around in just a t-shirt and underwear still felt as if you were covered in winter clothing. Your tail hung limp behind you as you weakly made your way to the fridge, needing to get something to drink. 

     You felt awful having to cancel on Raditz yesterday. Hopefully he understood that you just weren’t up for going off-world, as excited as you had both been for it. The last thing you wanted was to get him sick or simply overdo it and get worse.

    You felt like you were hallucinating when there was a knock at the door and you stopped to stare at it for a moment, tail barely twitching as you concentrated on the sound. The knock rang out once more, louder this time, as you made your way to it.

     “I’m comin’,” you groaned, grabbing a blanket from off the couch and wrapping it around your waist haphazardly. You grabbed the door knob and twisted it slowly, cracking the door open slightly just to take a peak at who it was.

     Dressed in a dark-brown tank top and black sweatpants was none other than the long-haired man himself. He was carrying a gift bag in one hand, along with a tray of something else in the other. His smile was gentle as he waited for you to let him in. “Hey sleepy-girl, how ‘ya feeling?”

     You opened the door wider, slightly embarrassed of your disheveled appearance. You hadn’t brushed your hair today, but you were glad you at least managed to brush your teeth and shower for a bit so you were somewhat presentable. “Sick.”

     “Yeah, I can tell.” He walked in past you, tail brushing against your nose and causing you to giggle a bit before you shut and locked the door to your room.

     “Watch your tail, I don’t wanna get snot on you,” you snickered, waddling into the main foyer after him. 

     “Ew!” He laughed, setting the tray down on the kitchen counter, “don’t say stuff like that, it’s gross!”

    “It’s the truth!” You replied, a dopey smile lighting up your features. Raditz stood across from you, leaning against the countertop in your kitchen. Your little room was nothing grand; you had a small kitchen with a barely operating fridge and stove top, and a rounded table with four seats sat right near the edge of where the kitchen ended and the living room began. You had one couch, a small coffee table, and your television was sitting atop a small bookshelf across from them both. The only other rooms were the bathroom and your bedroom, which was a complete and utter mess at the moment.

     “Why are you here?” You croaked, moving back into the living and walking up to the coffee table. Your bathroom trash bin sat on the floor beside your couch-makeshift-bed, filled to the brim with tissues. You added another to the pile as you grabbed the box from the desk and blew your nose, Raditz wincing at the sound.

    “I wanted to make sure you were taking care of yourself,” he replied casually. “Eating, drinking, breathing; all the good stuff.”

    You giggled once more before that evolved into an avid coughing fit. He moved over to you quickly, grabbing your shoulders and steering you to lay down on the couch. “Gods you're burning up! What’s your temperature?”

    “You should know I run hot,” you winked, coughing into your elbow as he rolled his eyes and smirked.

     “Oh no, and you’re delusional! It’s worse than I thought.” You held in your laughter this time, not wanting to choke on your own giggles again. Raditz was so much larger than you, and often times tougher than most saiyans because of it. Today, however, his touch was gentle, and he pushed you to lay back slowly, situating your pillow behind your back before walking back into the kitchen.

     “Seriously though, why are you here? Did you forget something?” You asked carefully.

    He simply shook his head, pulling all that hair of his into a messy bun and washing his hands. “What, I need a reason to come and visit?”

     You thought for a moment, “usually you have some sort of excuse.”

    “What!” He snapped, crossing his arms. “I do not!”

    You began to count on your fingers as a smile crept up your face, “well, there was that one time you ‘forgot’ your favorite hair-tie.”

    “Have you seen how much hair I have?” He countered, waving at the piled up strands. “The others don’t work!”

    “Or you ‘forgot’ your phone but it was really in your pocket?”

     “I genuinely could not find it.”

     “And finally,” you said carefully. “Two days ago you woke me up early to go on our mission, which wasn’t scheduled until yesterday.”

    Raditz shrugged, “I am my brother’s brother. Brains isn’t exactly something my family takes pride in.”

     “Isn’t your dad a scientist?”

     Raditz grabbed the tray and gift bag and made his way over to you, quick to change the subject, “look, I brought food for you.”

     You sniffed carefully, smirking as the scent of a flavorful broth hit your nose. “You made me soup?”

     “No, I brought you soup. I can’t cook to save my life, luckily the dining hall had some on stand by.”

     You smiled anyway as he set the tray in your lap, the gesture on its own more than enough. “Thanks Raditz.”

     “No problem sweet heart,” he teased, ruffling your hair and grabbing your trash bin. He walked it over to your main garbage can and dumped it, setting it back down beside you carefully.

     “How’d you know this was my favorite?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and lifting the spoon to your lips. You blew on it carefully before popping it in your mouth, tail wagging weakly behind you as you smiled and relaxed. “Man this is good. Just what I needed.”

    He smiled as he watched you eat it, glad you were feeling well enough to get some food into your stomach. “Believe it or not,” he chuckled, walking up to the tv and sticking a usb of some sort into the back of it, “I pay attention to the things you tell me.”

    “Sometimes,” you added playfully. 

    He rolled his eyes and nodded. “Sometimes.” He quickly snatched the remote from the coffee table and plopped down beside you on the couch, causing your body to bounce up a bit and for the soup to slosh around in the bowl. “Sorry.”

    “It’s okay,” you smiled, finishing off your soup and setting the tray on the ground. You tilted your head at him, “what did you put in the tv?”

     He shrugged, “just a USB.”

    You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, “with what on it, dummy.”

    “Oh! Apologies, Vegeta,” he said quickly, smirking and bowing to you. “I didn’t realize I was speaking to the prince! Had I known sooner I-” He laughed as you shoved his shoulder before you started coughing again. His eyes whipped to yours quickly as he looked you over, concern clear as day in his stare. “Are you okay?”

    You nodded, the coughing not subsiding. He grabbed the water from the tray and handed it to you, encouraging you to take a few sips. You did, choking on the water a bit in the process but getting it down nonetheless.

    He wiped your cheek carefully, running a thumb over the corners of your eyes to wipe the tears that gathered there away. “Man you’re a mess.”

    “Thanks Raditz.” You croaked.

    “Come here,” he grunted, turning your body as if you weighed nothing at all. He placed a pillow on his lap and pulled your head down onto it, your legs resting comfortably on the cushions. He looked down at you and swept your hair out of your face before taking his out of the bun. “You need rest.”

    “I wanna see what you brought with you though,” you frowned. “What’s on the USB? And what’s in the bag?” He sighed, clicking through the menu options and loading up the video file on it. Your tail thumped happily as you read the title of the movie and glanced up at him. “There is no way you-“

    “I know, I know, it’s the WORST movie of all time,” he teased, poking your sides as you giggled. 

     “How dare you!” You squealed. “This is my all time favorite you ass!”

    “Mhm, that makes sense I suppose.”

    You glared at him, jabbing his side, “hey!” He laughed again, his voice echoing around the room and making your heart beat wildly in your chest.

    “Since it’s for you though I guess I can put up with it. Just this once.”

     You wrapped your arm around his leg and nuzzled into the pillow, a shiver running up his spine. He pulled a blanket over you as you relaxed, incredibly comfortable and at peace being taken care of by the large saiyan.

    “How’d you even get it?”

    “Through a very legal, not-virus filled website.”

     You shook your head, “oh, of course.” You glanced over at his feet, where the silver gift bag was laying, stuffed haphazardly with white and sparkly tissue paper. “What’s in that?”

     “Well, do you want it now, or when you’re feeling better?”

     You paused, rubbing your hand against your chin as you thought. “Is it something I’d want now?”

    He nodded, “I think so.”

     “Then I’ll take it now please.” You rolled onto your back, staring up at him as he leaned down and grabbed the handles of it. He smelled refreshing up close, his cologne breaking through even your overly stuffed-up nose.

     “Here you go,” he replied, handing it to you. “It’s nothing fancy so don’t-“

     “Oh you stop that,” you giggled, taking the tissue paper out. “I’ll love it no matter- OH MY GOSH,” you yelled, coughing into your arm again.

    “Careful! Geez!” He exclaimed. “If it kills you I’ll feel awful!” You pulled the stuffed animal out of the bag slowly, admiring the pristine fabric and the little red bow around its neck. It was your favorite animal in your favorite color, and you wrapped your arms around it tightly. The fabric was soft and plush in your hands, and your smile lit up your features.

     “Raditz, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever gotten me. Ever.” He waved his hand at you.

    “You’re just saying that,” he grunted, the tips of his ears heating up. Your eyes felt heavy laying there like that, and you turned onto your side again to watch the movie, stuffy now clutched closely to your chest and the tissue paper being scattered around the couch and floor.

     “You’re a good boyfriend, Raditz,” you sighed. His tail puffed out as he looked down at you.

     “I- uh-“

     “Thank you.”

     “Y-y-you’re welcome,” he grumbled, face blushing bright red. He felt hot now, veins pumping fire beneath his skin. He might have even been as warm as you now. Had you called him that intentionally, or were you simply so out of it from the fever you had no idea what you were saying?

Ch. 2: The Dance - Vegeta x Reader - 3,385 Words - SFW

// Vegeta x fem!reader // Uses Y/N // Saiyan AU //

Read Part 1 here!!!

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    Brushing your hair was quite easy, and you smoothed it out with your hands afterwards to prevent it from frizzing up. The dress, however, proved to be the difficult part. Your jumper was stretchy and fit your body snuggly, no zippers or buttons required. The satin dress, while still form fitting, required a zipper that you couldn’t pull up all the way. Had you been in your room, where you wanted to be, you could simply step out and ask one of the hundreds of other maids for help. However, you were not in your room and there were no other maids around.

    A knock came at the door; It was actually more of a loud banging. “Woman, what the hell is taking you so long?” The prince's voice rang out, pissed to all hell. What else was new?

    “I can’t reach the zipper!” You called back. The banging stopped and you heard an annoyed sigh. 

    “Just open the damned door and I’ll zip it for you so we can leave.”

    You paused for a moment, making sure to hold up the top of the dress and cover yourself. You tried once again to zip it up from the small of your back to no avail. You sighed and opened the door, making sure to have your back to the prince.

    After the door was open, there was no sound of footsteps coming to help. “Uh, Vegeta? The door is open.” Your tail swished behind you anxiously as you waited for the prince to do something.

    Then the sound of his dress shoes clacked against the tile to you, where you felt his warm hand grip the zipper. He paused as you pulled your hair away from your back, and he pulled up sharply to close the dress. The sleeveless dark blue gown highlighted your shoulders nicely, and complimented the prince’s cape. The folds were soft, and the way the top of it was cut showed off your chest. You looked good in fancy attire.

    You heard the prince turn on heel and quickly make his way to his room's door. “Hurry up,” he grunted, not even bothering to wait as you slipped on your shoes and blue scouter and ran after him. To be fair, his face was as red as a flame and he didn’t want you to see. He opened the door and you smiled as you saw the big bald saiyan waiting out in the hallway.

    “Vegeta, why is your face-“

    “Shut it Nappa now let’s go get this damned thing over with.” You fell in stride with Nappa as you both walked down the hallway behind the prince, with you on the right and Nappa on the left. Your dress billowed behind you as you walked briskly down the hall. The hallway was decorated with ornate gold statues, blue flowers, and sloping ceilings. Vegeta had ordered the walls to be decorated with the ancient tapestries depicting the legendary super saiyan, who’s hair shown bright gold and his eyes a blinding blue. They were stunning depictions, but still just legends all the same.

    “Wow Y/N, you look beautiful!” Nappa smiled at you. As scary as the older saiyan looked, he truly was a sweetheart. 

    “Thank you Nappa. You clean up nicely yourself,”  you grinned. He was wearing the dressier model of your everyday armor, which you had the same version of in your closet. The body suit underneath was black, with a dark gray chest plate and dark blue stomach piece. His tail was wrapped tightly around his waist and his scouter piece glowed blue as it picked up the power levels of the servants you passed.

    “No one complimented my appearance,” Vegeta growled, not bothering to look behind himself.

    “I think you look quite handsome, sire,” you smiled softly as he turned to meet your eyes. He seemed annoyed, but what you could not see was his tail whipping around wildly under his cape and the blush that came to his cheeks as he faced forwards again.

    “Yeah Vegeta! You look all grown up!” Nappa said as he clapped his hands together. 

    “He still looks like a mama's boy to me,” the person stepping up next to Nappa laughed. He was wearing the same outfit as the older saiyan, but his long, dark hair was a stark contrast from the bald man.

    “Raditz! You made it!” Nappa laughed heartily, swinging his arm around Raditz’s shoulder. “Where’s Kakarot?”

    “Right here!” Kakarot smiled, stepping up to the other side of you. “Hey Y/N! Wow, you look really pretty!”

    You smiled in return and glanced over his outfit; it was the same as the one the other two had on. You went to thank him before Vegeta cut you off. “Don’t compliment her Kakarot, her ego is already bad enough as is.”

    “That’s ironic coming from you,” Raditz grumbled under his breath. As annoying as the prince could be, you enjoyed the little group that came with your job. They hadn’t been as welcoming of you at first, but once you trained with them you had earned their respect. It helped that you shared meals with Raditz and Kakarot almost every evening; at least, the ones when you weren’t with the prince babying his every need. For those, a good chunk of the time Nappa joined the two of you as well. It was also a bit of a help that you grew up in the same area as Kakarot, so you sort of knew him before starting work at the castle.

    “So Vegeta, are you ready to find a mate?” Raditz asked, wiggling his eyebrows as everyone but Vegeta and Nappa chuckled. Nappa gave a slight frown, to which you raised an eyebrow at.

    “I’m ready to get this damned night behind me.” He grunted, stepping up to the ballroom doors. “Don’t act like idiots. Woman, stay by me.” 

    You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Yes sire.”

    Kakarot and Raditz opened the doors as you, Vegeta, and Nappa walked into the room together. A hush befell the room and everyone kneeled as the prince went past. This was the part of the banquets he enjoyed; the part where everyone honored his lineage and power. It made him feel strong and caused his ego to flare up to an even higher level of unbearable. Your tail wrapped tightly around your waist as you stared at the bowed heads of the prince’s servants and followers.

    The prince sat on his throne beside his father, where Nappa stood with you to the right of the prince (you being the closest) and Raditz and Kakarot took their places to the left of the king. 

    “You may rise,” the King's booming voice echoed throughout the chamber as Vegeta huffed in annoyance, not wanting the moment to be over. Each separate house had selected a prime saiyan woman made for the title of queen to be presented to the prince later in the night. Out of all of them, he’d choose his favorite, based on his tastes alone, to dance with. 

    “Woman, fetch me-“ the prince began, but his father quieted him.

    “Son, they are not here to serve you tonight. Go and enjoy yourselves, as I doubt this will happen again.” You glanced at Nappa, wide eyed, who seemed just as shocked as you. The four of you bowed.

    “Thank you, my king,” you all echoed in unison. Vegeta said something hurriedly to his father, who shook his head and continued to watch the crowds of high society mingle.

    You tossed a glance over your shoulder at the prince, giving a soft wave as he rolled his eyes. He tossed his hand over the right arm rest and let it dangle beside the throne as he smirked and flicked you off. You stuck your tongue out at him as you walked to the table and began to make a plate full of snacks.

    “Man, I thought he would have been a lot happier to have women swooning over him all night. I sure would be,” Raditz grumbled, grabbing food off the table and shoving it into his mouth. Nappa elbowed him and Raditz began to choke as Kakarot slapped his back repeatedly. Raditz then swallowed sharply and gasped for air as Nappa shoved a plate into his hands. Having served the prince for so long, you had some idea of the manners required for tonight, and Nappa was a saiyan elite born into the higher class and had been taught the basics since birth. It was clear, however, that Raditz and Kakarot did not fall into either category and therefore stuck out like a sore thumb.

    “Maybe he’s shy!” Kakarot whispered, piling his plate high with the finger foods. 

    “No, he’s just…” Nappa looked like he wanted to say something but stopped himself as music began to play.

    “He’s just full of himself.” You replied with a roll of your eyes. The four of you took a seat at one of the empty tables and began to eat your food. The table was covered in a white table cloth, with fancy silverware, napkins, candles, and a large bouquet of blue and gold flowers in the middle. The decorations matched the rest of the ballroom, which had marble and gold floors and vases of large plants hanging from the pillars holding up the ceiling. Vegeta and his father’s thrones were golden of course, with the cushions a bright red, standing out in the midst of the blue, white and gold decorations. The thrones sat perched above the dance floor, with marble steps and a dark blue carpet leading directly to its edge. 

    You had to admit, as silly as this whole thing was, it truly was one of the fanciest things you had ever been to in your life.

    “Look at those dopes, dancing around with their noses in the air,” Raditz rolled his eyes and continued to shove food in his mouth, spewing a bit onto the table as he continued. “They think they’re better than us.”

    “They are better than us,” you sighed sadly.

    “Aw come on Y/N, don’t talk like that.” Kakarot frowned slightly. “I don’t think anyone is better than us.”

    “Maybe Frieza,” Nappa grunted, earning a laugh from the four of you.

    “See any girls that catch your eye, Nappa?” Raditz smirked, nudging the older saiyan with his elbow.

    “Nah, they’re all too prissy pants for me,” Nappa chuckled. “Not my type.”

    “And too young for Nappa!” Kakarot laughed, spewing food everywhere again as he shoveled more into his mouth.

    “I don’t know, I think that one over there looks pretty nice,” Raditz smirked, pointing his fork at a taller saiyan woman, wearing a battle chestplate over her purple dress. Her hair was long, and she was the only one not dancing alongside the suitors. She was also the only one wearing armor as a suitor tonight. Instead of dancing, she was laying with her arms crossed against one of the pillars, glaring as the other women made fools of themselves with their silly gala dances. Her head swiveled to meet your eyes and you quickly looked elsewhere, a chill running down your spine.

    “I think Vegeta shares your thoughts Raditz!” Kakarot giggled, nodding his head towards the prince. You looked over to see he was staring at the girl with a curious expression, and you felt your heart falter slightly. You couldn’t help the frown that came to your face. 

    “Hey no sour expressions!” Kakarot nudged you gently. “This is a fun night! We never get food this tasty in the barracks!” 

    You gave a sad smile and nodded. “Yeah I guess you have a point there.” Nappa was staring at you weirdly again and you bristled. “What is it, Nappa?”

    “Do you know how to dance?” He asked suddenly.

    “Nappa, I was born by the city limits in a tiny hut, do you think I can ballroom dance?” You laughed. “That’s like asking if Raditz can dance!”

    “Hey! I’ll have you know I can and I’m decent at it!” Raditz huffed, crossing his arms and frowning while his brother giggled.

    “You can’t ballroom dance to save your life!” Kakarot laughed, causing his brother to smack the back of his head. “Hey what did ya do that for?”

    Nappa shook his head as he chuckled and took off his scouter. “Come on, I’ll show you how.”

    You glanced around nervously at the hundreds of high class saiyans talking amongst themselves or waltzing around the dance floor. “I don’t-“

    “Come on, they all know me here and they won’t think twice of it.” He stood up and offered you a hand, which you took hesitantly before taking off your scouter as well. As soon as it was set down on the table, he yanked you to a corner of the dance floor.

    He placed one of your hands on his shoulder as he placed his hand on your waist. He then grabbed your remaining hand in his and held it to the side of you two. You could barely reach his shoulder, and his hand on your waist felt massive; gods he was a huge dude. 

    “Alright now step in time with me. And a 1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3.” You awkwardly waltzed around with Nappa, who was surprisingly a light dancer on his feet. His white boots clacked around the ballroom while you stumbled around with him to the music.

    “Wow Y/N, you’re horrible at this!” He laughed quietly as you rolled your eyes and smiled.

    “Gee, thanks big guy. I didn’t know I was dancing with the prince.” That earned a hearty laugh from your dance partner, who quickly quieted down and apologized after the dirty looks he got from the other dancers.

    “I’m only pulling your tail. You’re not too bad for a newbie,” he smiled; It was a sincere smile and warmed your heart a bit as you continued to be terrible at waltzing.

    “Thanks Nappa.” You couldn’t help but steal a glance at the prince, who was now staring at you and Nappa. You floated up a bit and gave a soft smile from over Nappa’s shoulder before he seemed to huff, cross his arms, and look elsewhere. What a cranky man. Then again you’d probably be bored sitting up there too, watching as everyone else at a dance hosted in your honor got to have fun and you didn’t.

   “Has Vegeta always been this cranky?” You asked Nappa quietly, touching down onto the floor again.

    He nodded his head. It was well known that besides being Vegeta’s trainer, the large man also acted as his nanny of sorts; a second dad if you will. Vegeta, although he’d never admit it to his face, looked up to Nappa as more of a father than his actual dad.

     “For as long as I can remember, he was always the way he is; spoiled and grumpy.” 

    You chuckled at his response. “That sounds about right. I can’t even imagine him as a kid.” You had been working by Vegeta’s side for six years now, and you were the first maid that stayed longer than five days without quitting or pleading insanity from his attitude. 

    Nappa’s stare blanked for a moment before a soft smile grew on the older man’s face. “Actually, before he went to work under Frieza, there was just a small bit of time where he was no different from any other saiyan child.”

    “I can’t imagine what that was like for him,” you said, glancing again at the spikey haired prince, watching as he talked quietly to his father.

   “He got over it quickly, not like he had a choice.” Nappa began to smile, staring off wistfully as he thought of the past. “He used to have bangs.” 

    You gasped. “No he did not!” You, of course, already knew this, having seen the prince on the television during his father’s speeches as a child. Yet, you didn’t want to disrupt the older saiyan’s happy memories.

    “He used to act like a kid too, whining for toys and to go play outside. Of course he couldn’t just play anywhere, so he would climb the tree in the courtyard while I watched from the benches.”

    You smiled as Nappa talked about the young prince with such admiration. When it came down to it, it was clear Nappa thought of Vegeta as his son as well. When he was in the middle of talking about how he’d carry the prince above his head and Vegeta would pretend he was a rocket, a tap on your shoulder made you jump slightly.

    “Hey Y/N!” Kakarot smiled. “Mind if I steal a dance? I’ve been practicing!” He motioned over to Raditz, who was now mumbling curse words under his breath as he sat back down at the table and once again began to pile food into his mouth with reckless abandon.

    “Oh, uh, sure! If Nappa doesn’t mind that is!” You replied, glancing up at the bald saiyan.

    Nappa scrunched up his face for a second and glanced in the prince’s direction. “Uh… I guess for a bit wouldn’t hurt.”

    “Don’t worry, we’ll be quick!” Kakarot smiled again. He was always so happy for a saiyan; sometimes you forgot he wasn’t just an off worlder. If it wasn’t for his tail, you wouldn’t believe he was the same species as you.

    Nappa flawlessly switched his hands out with Kakarot’s as you placed your hand on his shoulder. He went over and started talking to Raditz as Kakarot spun you around quickly.

    “Woah woah woah we gotta keep pace with everyone else!” You laughed as he spun you faster.

    “This is more fun though!” He smiled. “They’re too slow!”

    You laughed and agreed but made him slow down anyway. The two of you were getting glares from the suitors as you shared the dance floor with them, but for once you didn’t care. The king had been right; when would you ever get to do something like this again?

    “Why did you want to dance?” You chuckled, staring up into his eyes. He seemed to be thinking about it a bit before he gave his response.

    “I was bored!” You felt like a rock just got dropped on your head but you laughed anyway. He could be really stupid but his personality was refreshing. You began to fill in with the rest of the dancers, all of whom were now paired up with a male servant and dancing around the room, their brightly colored ball gowns that depicted their houses swirling together in a blur of rainbow colors. You and Kakarot were no different, even if your outfits were less grand and your colors belonged to the prince's royal guard. Vegeta thought he had only glanced away for a moment before he realized he couldn’t find Nappa’s tall, bald, satellite head circling the dance floor with you. 

    “Where the hell are they,” he grumbled, spotting Nappa at the table with Raditz. The two were caught up in an intense conversation, with you nowhere to be found.

    “Looking for your entourage?” The king chuckled darkly. Vegeta just grunted and looked away from his father, resting his elbow on the chair's armrest and placing his chin in his hand.

    “Hardly see why you would care.” He grunted.

    “I quite like the two of them together. They seem close.” Vegeta rolled his eyes at his father’s words.

    “Nappa is as old as you father, I hardly doubt anyone else thinks that.”

    “Not him you oaf, the saiyan boy. What’s his name? I don’t recall it… Bardock’s son.” Vegeta’s head immediately whipped up as his onyx eyes scanned the dance floor only to find you waltzing around with none other than Kakarot. His loose grip on his chin changed to a tight grip on both armrests of the throne, the intricate gold designs cracking under his hands. 

    “How ideal. He’s a good fighter, isn’t he? I know she has proved herself to be one as well. Their offspring would benefit our armies an undeniable amount.”

    “The hell are you talking about, old man?” Vegeta spat, his eyes never leaving the two of you. 

    “Watch your tone, boy,” the king frowned. Vegeta didn’t even notice, watching as you smiled up at Kakarot and the two of you held onto each other. It made him feel a pit of uneasiness in his stomach; he felt disgusted by it. 

    There was no way he was jealous. He was the prince of all saiyans damn it! He watched as you stumbled and Kakarot caught you, holding you closer and continuing to laugh. Okay, maybe he was jealous. Not of your affections or the fact that Kakarot was able to hold your soft hands and your curving waist, or that Kakarot got to stare down at you in that gorgeous, deep blue dress. Not that you were wearing his colors and looked as beautiful as ever in it. Not even because his father talked about you and Kakarot’s potential children like it was set in stone. No, of course not. He was jealous his damned rival got to waltz around the floor and he did not. At least, that’s what he told himself.

    “Actually, I’ve thought about it before as well. With you finding a mate of your own soon, I’ve drafted a letter to the girl's parents, offering an arranged marriage of her and Bardock’s son.” Vegeta's right hand snapped off the top of the arm rest and he tossed it to the side as he stood up abruptly. 

    “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” His father growled. Vegeta took another step down the blue carpet and towards the dance floor.

    Kakarot was spinning you so fast again to the point that you were seeing stars. “Kakarot I’m gonna throw up, stop it!” You laughed dizzily.

     “Me too!” He chuckled, coming to a slow stop. “Alright I’ve had my fun, I need some water!” You let go of his hand and placed both on his shoulders as the two of you laughed in the middle of the dance floor.

    “WOMAN!” The prince’s voice rang out, high above the music and the dancing of the crowd. Everyone immediately stopped dancing or talking and the band stopped playing abruptly, turning to look at the prince to see who he was calling out to. You were no different, and a feeling of uneasiness washed over your entire body. He called every female “woman,” but when your eyes met his you knew he was speaking to you.

    “Move.” He spat at the crowd, and they parted out of his path. He looked furious, but the suitors didn’t seem to care. Some bowed to him as he walked past, others curtsied. A select few reached out to him but he shouldered his way past them. When he reached you and Kakarot, he stopped, reaching out a hand.

    “You’re dancing with me now,” he spat.

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