Out Of Place (DBZ Various x Reader)

Chapter Thirteen: Reunion

"(Y/N) YOU DUMBASS!"
"STOP SHOUTING!" He yelled once he'd cleared his throat, setting the half empty container of pudding down on the counter.
"Vegeta, you get your ass in here right now!" Bulma shouted, and the Saiyan rolled his eyes.
"I'm coming woman!" he grumbled, grumpily shuffling towards the main room. It was packed full of people, some he recognized, and others he didn't.

Bulma was sitting on the couch, hugging Trunks to her chest. Goten was currently hanging off the neck of Kakarot's other son; Gohan. The bald one, Krillin, was in the doorway next to Yamcha, and Gohan's girlfriend Videl was leaning against the couch. He was about to open his mouth to inquire about the crowded room when he noticed the dog pile on the floor. The human with (h/c) hair was trapped at the bottom under a few more people he didn't recognize.

"Can you guys get off me...?" Their strained voice came from the bottom of the pile as they pushed the others off of themselves.
"I like breathing, thanks," they grumbled, brushing off their shirt as they sat up. Pulling his attention away from them, Vegeta's eyes focused in on Bulma and Trunks, his gaze narrowing as he noticed the make-shift splint.
"What happened?" he asked, the atmosphere growing a bit tense as a wave of an unknown emotion washed over him briefly. Trunks glanced up at his father, a sheepish grin on his face.

"Goten and I got mixed up in some trouble with these lowlives from the tournament. (Y/n) helped us out though, but one of them broke my leg," he explained, gesturing to them briefly as he spoke. Vegeta's gaze narrowed dangerously, and Bulma shot him a warning look.
"It's all taken care of though," his dark gaze turned to them- (Y/n), as they spoke up, watching them with interest, "They won't be messing with us anytime soon," They said it so simply, but Vegeta recognized the look in their eyes. He decided not to push it, at least for now.

"You dolt!" He watched in amusement as a redhead slapped them upside the head, "Why didn't you take him to a hospital first?!" She questioned exasperatedly, motioning to Trunks. (Y/n) rubbed their head, a pout on their face.
"I just wanted to make sure his parents knew he was ok! Geeze woman...." They muttered, glaring at the woman. Bulma nodded, ruffling Trunks' hair.

"Thanks for that. I was worried about him,"
"Moooom!" The boy swatted at her hand, earning a chuckle from Goten. Gohan frowned slightly, before launching into a small lecture about how worried he was about his brother. Vegeta rolled his eyes.

They were Saiyans! Granted, they were only half Saiyans, but that was enough of a difference from normal humans that they didn't need to worry so much. (Y/n) got to their feet, gathering the attention of most of the people in the room.
"Well, I'm glad everything worked out ok," they hummed, crossing their arms. Bulma nodded, and stood.

She enveloped them in a hug, and he watched as their face flushed slightly.
"Thanks for taking care of them," She said gratefully, "Vegeta and I were worried about this little stinker," She ruffled her son's hair again.
"Speak for yourself, woman," he huffed, "I knew he'd be fine," Trunks puffed his chest out at the small praise.

"Course I'm fine! I'm a Saiyan after all!" Bulma frowned.
"Sure Mr. Broken leg. Now come on. We need to get you fixed up," she huffed, shaking her head as she scooped up the boy, disappearing off into the house. Gohan spoke up this time.
"I think it's time I took this kiddo home," he said, shifting his hold on Goten.
"Good. It's too crowded in here," Vegeta grumbled.

Gohan rolled his eyes as the moody prince, used to his personality. He watched as Kakarot's brats exchanged pleasantries with (Y/n) before leaving, Videl, Yamcha and Krillin leaving with them.That left (Y/n) and their group in the room with Vegeta, his gaze scrutinizing as he looked them over.
"You. Come with me," He said, pointing at (Y/n) and turning on his heel, heading back into the kitchen, expecting them to follow after him.

~(Y/n)'s POV~

You watched as Vegeta stalked off into a different part of the house with a raised brow. You turned to your friends, a concerned look on your face.
"Does anyone else think he might murder me..?" you question weakly. Arty, who was still sitting on the floor, gave your leg a comforting pat.
"Probably not!" she hummed cheerfully, "If Trunks' is his son, maybe he just wants to say thanks!"

You blink at her suggestion.
"Yeah, maybe..." O.A speaks up from beside you.
"If he does kill you, I got dibs on your new place," they say causally, grinning at you as if they hadn't just accepted your quite possibly near demise. You sweat dropped at them, slumping over with a sigh.

"Might as well get it over with..." you mutter, making your way towards where Vegeta had gone.
"Good luck!' Suki called after you, not at all giving you confidence. You duck into the kitchen, finding the male leaning against the counter, arms crossed and looking very broody.
"You wanted to talk to me...?' you asked, breaking the silence, his cold gaze turning to you.
"Yes."

You tried not to look slightly worried as he stalked closer to you, his vibes honest to Kami intimidating you. You recognized him from the finals at the tournament, and he was much more scary up close.
"The ones that took you are dead, right?" he questioned, though it sounded more like a statement to you. You nodded, a sense of unease draping over you as you were reminded of what you had done earlier.
"Yeah... dead as a doornail..." you hummed, trying to lighten the mood.

If it was possible, Vegeta looked a little impressed at your confirmation, but you shook it aside.
"Hnn... That is all," he dismissed you with a wave of his hand, turning away from you. You blinked, shifting on your feet.
"Uh, good talk man..." you said, sliding out of the room. With that odd interaction out of the way, you decided to try and find out how Trunks was doing.

It took you a bit of snooping to find your way upstairs to what you assumed was the boy's room, and you knocked on the door before stepping in.
"How're ya doin' kid?" you questioned, leaning on the doorway. Trunks grinned, hopping to his feet and doing a small pose.
"I'm all better now! Now I can kick butt again!" Bulma smacked him on the back of the head.

"Oh no you don't! Just because that senzu bean fixed you up doesn't mean you can go looking for trouble again!" she scolded him. You decided to ignore the fact that Trunks was running around as if his leg hadn't been broken the last time you'd seen him; ten minutes ago, and chuckled.
"That's good," you turn to Bulma with a small grin, "With that out of the way, I think I should formally introduce myself," You chuckle, sticking out your hand for her to shake.
"I'm (Y/n) (L/n) and i just moved to the neighborhood,"

The woman let out a laugh, shaking your outstretched hand.
"Bulma Breifs. Pleasure to meet you. This is my son Trunks, and the grump downstairs with the gravity defying hair is my husband Vegeta." You snort a little at her description, finding it not entirely untrue. She heads out of the room and you and Trunks follow after her like ducklings.
"Now that you've met most of the guys, that practically makes you a part of this mess as well," she huffed with a small smile.

You grin widely.
"Sounds like one hell of a party,"

Relationship Statuses
0% - you havent met them yet
1-10% - acquaintances
10-30% - friends
30-50%- close friends
50-60%- slight crush
60-80%- BIG crush
90-100% - they love you

Bulma; 8%
Videl; 8%
Goku; 5%
Yamcha; 5%
Vegeta; 4%
Gohan; 3%
Krillin; 3%
Future Trunks; 0%
Nappa; 0%
Dende; 0%
Piccolo; 0%
Bardock; 0%
Raditz; 0%
18; 0%
17; 0%
Goku Black; 0%
Shallot; 0%
Gogeta; 0%
Vegito; 0%