#sots*

He’s been bad again, forgetting his virtues in favor of an impulsive and selfish retribution.

He has been changed because of you. It’s fine, of course, what you don’t know has never hurt your image of him in your eyes. You’re just friends, after all. His friendly visage is not allowed to be different from the man you’ve been working the farm with, he isn’t in a position to show he wants more from you. Yet you being friendly with other men makes his jaw clench. The smile he wears so easily becomes a strain to hold onto.

Goku is always good at reading another’s intentions and he sensed nothing but a greedy, one-sided motive in the eyes of the farmhand you were currently talking to. Just another face at the farmer’s market whose come to try and get with you. Another self-serving jerk whose cock drove his actions when struck by your alluring presence. He could see all the signs in the man’s body language, and though the saiyan outwardly smiled in his cheeky, playful way, letting you know he’d finish loading the trailer himself, the crates were cracking under his grip. Goku’s nails carved into the wood as he walked the unsold vegetables back toward his tractor—nothing in his mind but the perverse intent of the farmhand drooling over you.

No one should be allowed to think of you that way. He doesn’t even know you. He just wants to put his dirty dick in you. And you’re laughing at his corny jokes, you’re laughing with him. Like you want him...

The saiyan lets out a deep breath after setting down the now fragile crate.

You hear the trailer bed shut loudly letting you know that Goku finished packing the rest of the vegetables. After you bid farewell to the friendly market stranger, you approach the tractor to find Goku nowhere in sight. He finished for sure, but you didn’t see that familiar head of spiky locks anywhere. You waited a bit and leaned against the tractor as you glanced over your surroundings. A sound hits your ear from a distance but it doesn’t linger in the air long enough to be deciphered. It must be a bird.

You waited for as long as you could but then figured Goku must have gotten caught up speaking with someone else in the farmer’s market too.

As you push off the tractor and turn to leave you bump into Goku suddenly approaching you, the saiyan fumbling with a crate of beets before successfully steadying them. You didn’t see him coming at all, you didn’t even hear him coming, but you apologize profusely for your neglectful eye as he only laughs it off.

“It's no problem. Thanks for not leaving without me.” He humored, crossing in front of you and making his way over to the attached trailer. 

“What’s that on your hands?”

After setting down the beets, Goku looked over the back of his hand and saw the red stains smeared around his knuckles, a drip flowing down the pinky side of his wrist. He smiles at it and gives you a slight giggle, answering.

“Beet juice.” He punctuated his casual lie by giving the stain a lick and playing up a sour reaction. “Guess one’s rotting.”

He’s been very bad again.

None the wiser, you giggle at his misfortune and shake your head. “Guess we better hurry and get those on ice. Are you sure we got everything?”

“Yep! Unless you’re lookin’ to bring your new friend.” Goku teases, making you fold your arms at the playful jab unable to resist grinning at it.

“No luck for me here. We did exchange numbers, but I’m not holding my breath on it. I never hear back from anyone I meet here. Guess you’re stuck with me a little longer, boss.”

Goku’s smile slowly grows wider. Another day that starts and ends with just the two of you. “I already told ya, you can just call me Goku. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

It seemed like nothing could break through to Gohan in the heat of this moment, his blood pumping and the sound of his own pulse in his ears smothering out any remaining wariness for your surroundings. He’s past the point of indulging a distraction like a creeping up voice or the floor creaking under approaching footsteps. You’re right here, sobbing under the growing intensity of his body pounding against yours and lacking all the flash and fight you started with. You’re perfectly broken down, now malleable for whatever he wanted you to be. He pulled you flush against his hips, allowing you to keep his cock warm for the moment as he removed the fogged glasses from his eyes to get a better look at you. The Ox Prince admires his handiwork with a tasteful lick of his lips and a languid drag of your body along his length, taking in the mess of his cum and yours glossing up your connection.

You trembled inconsolably from the aftershocks of orgasms and squirts you couldn’t control, let alone recover from. A pitiful whine leaves your lips and your knees buckle a little when he pulls you back to fully sheath himself again making him snicker proudly.

Regardless of how much you shake and sob, you aren’t fixing your mouth to say that word. The only thing to make it all stop. Or, perhaps, you can’t. Nothing but hoarse, shaky croaks on your breath, and a fog in your mind holding you back from the relief you desperately need. Even so, he gave it to you to use as a mercy.

Gohan inviting himself to slap your ass in quick succession just to feel you clamp around his cock reminds you of your shared addiction to the high, which really keeps your safe word sitting in the back of your throat. It doesn’t matter where you are, he’s going to fuck you. You protest and he does it harder, longer. Drawing it out and goading you with those deep strokes against your spot to draw attention knowing you’ll try your best to keep from embarrassing yourself. With that shame stirring back into your mind you find your words again, miraculously letting out pleas for him to end it already, for your sake. You can’t take another build-up anymore than you can keep yourself quiet enough to avoid attention. 

But your begging is all hollow bullshit if you’re not going to say it. Admitting you’re afraid to be caught like this or what Gohan would do in the situation should his temper get the best of him doesn’t stop him. You’re his woman, he’ll have you whenever and wherever he wants and he’s never led you to believe otherwise since you’ve gotten this far in your relationship. Filling you up and watching you shamble around afterward to keep it all in is the mark of a fulfilling fuck.

Gohan takes your leg and turns you onto your back from your position on your knees, your cunt wet and stretched to his size enough that he could do it without pulling out of you. He’s not even giving your pathetic words the time of day. 

He doesn’t waste any of his attention on keeping your hands restrained when you start to push against the roll of his hips, growing into a desperate fuss when his pace finds the angle to make you squeal. It’s downright cathartic to feel the way you claw at his skin, the impact of your palm nudging at his unwavering form raising an uncanny smile on his face. His ki surged with excitement in the form of electricity around his body. Heating him more than before as red flashes in his irises.

You find yourself regarded with a cold rage you've never seen before. As you hold your throbbing cheek to nurse the pain, his eyes pin you in place. Knocked back onto the floor from the impact of his fist. This isn’t anything like the mighty Prince who delighted in the devastation he brought to planets and their civilizations. There’s no arrogant smirk or scolding words made to put you in your place and make you feel as small as you do now. He just clocked you without words, catching you off guard and knocking you onto your ass. 

“Tell me, was it so easy?” Vegeta spoke up finally, his tone lacking the charm of his egotism. It was low and icy, sending a chill up your spine and leaving you speechless. Once his words do register, you answer with innocence. What did you do? Why would he sucker-punch you like that?

But he sees through your deceptions and his eyes further narrow, a scowl twitching at the corner of his mouth. “Deciding to betray me.” His words made your chest sink. The truth of your dubious loyalty made its way to him. You don’t know how or from who, but you were sure he would die before he learned the truth of your special orders from Frieza. Even if you and the small group of saiyans served under him, you had your own orders. 

The three were cordial to you since your assignment to them came from a higher place, but kept you at a distance. You even suspected they’d all purposely turn into Great Apes and neglect you in their rampage, leaving you dead. But something grew from all the time you spent on their squad. Not quite comrades, not quite unwanted company. You were content with their nature, and ever so fond of the differences in their personality as far as saiyans go.

What you could gather about their plans for their outing to Earth, prior to Vegeta and Nappa’s journey, you report their true intent back to your Zarbon. The Dragon Balls, the saiyan hiding out on Earth, and the wish for immortality for their eventual incursion on the Frieza Force. Now all reported back to Frieza himself. And somehow, Vegeta knows this too.

Now things were different when he returned from Earth, alone. 

As Vegeta’s foot slowly moved and brought him closer to you, you instinctively crawled backward to keep distance however fruitless an effort it was. The idea of his wish came to mind and filled you with dread if this was just the first action as an immortal, if you were his first victim. Your power level may surpass the other two, but Vegeta was another force altogether. He had you here alone and nothing could impede his wrath. His scowl hardened, “Tell me ‘friend’…Did you agonize over your options or simply roll over like the gutless filth you are and take Zarbon’s word at face value? Did you consider what I would do to you once I learned the truth?”

Your lip trembled as your voice became caught in your tongue, only a weak sound leaving your lips. “Answer me!”

You flinched back, gulped, and lowered your hand from your throbbing cheek. “I-I…Vegeta, you don't understand what he was going to d-”

“Answer me, coward!” 

“...I did consider your feelings, but-” Vegeta’s sharp scoff cuts you off, an instance of guilt in your chest making you wary yet defensive. “You know he didn't give me a choice!”

“You had your choice! You could have stood on your principles and died like a real warrior should! You should have chosen me!” He growled, his eyes becoming something wild as he snatched your collar, practically dragging you before dangling you off your feet. And there, in so few words, he lays out your suspicions of his longing. So farfetched in its nature that the Prince of Saiyans would harbor anything deeper than tolerance of those weaker than him. To see someone so calculated broken down into his emotional impulses…

“Vegeta…I'm sorry.” It hurt to hear him confess in this way, with nothing left to lose. In some twisted way, you did look to the saiyans as your partners. There were more little quirks you kept to yourself than reported back to Zarbon, and you betrayed it all for a nameless reward or promotion you haven’t even seen yet. Frieza was already on his way to Namek by now to find more dragon balls and unbeknownst to you, Vegeta’s plan blew up in his face the moment the namekian of Earth died. An insult to injury followed in tow with Kakarot standing to challenge him. All you can see is the frustration on his face and you feel your fate being sealed.

“If you can't devote yourself to me more than you fear Frieza, I'll do us both a favor and end your miserable existence right here and now!” He punctuated his words with another punch, the broken scouter knocked from your face as you landed on your back again. You’ve never felt so powerless to fight back or run, unable to contact anyone for help. Zarbon nor Frieza would even bother to heed your pleading for help if you could, you’re just another replaceable peon after all. 

You don’t try to soothe this punch, you simply roll over in your shame and spit out the blood. “I’m sorry…” You managed to choke out, your gloved knuckle wiping the remaining blood from your lip.

Every part of his being pulsed with the desire to blow you away with one big blast, air out the entire ship with everyone on it. Vegeta extended his hand out, palm pointing towards your back. A culmination of all his humiliation and suffering channeled through him, appearing as a crackling ball of ki in his hand. Cutting his ties with Frieza was always going to be bloody, but this was not in his vision. He’s supposed to be smarter than to end up doing it this way. He’s supposed to be stronger— he’s supposed to be immortal!

He cursed to himself and the ball of ki grew bigger, burning with his wrath. Your head lowers in defeat with the inevitable at your back and your hands start to tremble in anticipation. 

“Prove it.” The words hit your ears and make your breath hitch, looking back over your shoulder toward the dying ball of ki.

Vegeta clenched his fist tightly once it dispersed, lowering his arm back to his side. Inklings of a festering want he fights to suppress, holding him back. But he’ll lie to himself. It’s anything but an act of leniency, more of a recalculation of his plans. You may know something that Zarbon wouldn’t want him to and he needs every piece of information to keep the element of surprise on his side until he can get his wish. He needs to get to Namek soon and you’re coming with him. You didn’t choose him, but despite everything he is choosing you.

“You desire my mercy? Prove it. I have no reason to trust you, but I’ll allow you to keep breathing for a time. So from now on, you serve only me.” Dumbfounded, you sit up further, slowly turning on your knees to face him.

“Vegeta, you…”

“Don’t go getting any ideas. You have a lot to make up for, filth.” He huffs, turning his bitter glare elsewhere. “You belong to me now.”

Your loyalty can come with a price and Vegeta gave the biggest offer for now. You adjust yourself on one knee without hesitation, lowering your head and crossing a fist over your chest. “...I’ll do whatever it is you need.” Your life over dying doing Zarbon’s dirty work was better than dying here and now. Even if he only needed you for a while longer, Vegeta will keep you close.

RULES ‧₊˚✩彡

✧✧ Please adhere to the request rules already in place for what type of requests I do and do not accept.

✧✧ Large fics/series will be put on hold for this time to give focus to the requests.

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Halloween themed + Dark themes + Kinks + Yandere + Villain AU + Monster AU + Role Reversal + Prompts + Existing AUs

CHARACTERS ‧₊˚✩彡

Goku ✩ Vegeta ✩ Broly (DBS) ✩ Gohan ✩ Gogeta ✩ Vegito ✩ Future Trunks ✩ Adult Trunks ✩ Adult Goten ✩ Adult Gotenks ✩ Piccolo ✩ Bardock 

Raditz ✩ Perfect Cell ✩ Frieza ✩ Super Buu / Buuhan ✩ Turles ✩ Zamasu/Goku Black ✩ Cooler ✩ King Cold ✩ Broly (DBZ) ✩ Mira ✩ Cumber ✩ King Vegeta III

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Evil Yandere!Vegeta x kidnapped!reader - Accepted / WIP / Completed

Yandere!Goku x reader - Accepted / WIP / Completed

Vegito dubcon - Accepted / WIP / Completed

Gohan dubcon/cnc - Accepted / WIP / Completed

Perfect Cell x yandere!reader - Accepted / WIP / Completed

Rival!Turles x saiyan!reader - Accepted / WIP / Completed