Vegeta x Female!Reader (End)

Months later find me in the Prince’s bedroom without the need to sneak in here and worry. Of course that also gave me a couple of evil looks from the ex-elites. Yes, there were no longer, low-class and elites in this system. I’m not quite sure why Vegeta took that away, as this would certainly change the way a lot of us lived. Most of the ones who were happy about this were the low-classes, as well as some of the better elites. Most of the elite classes however, despised this decision as now they were treated the same as everyone else. When I look over at our now shared bed, I see Vegeta clutching his head, looking beyond nervous. “Geta…honey what’s wrong?” I ask, plopping down beside him and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He sighs heavily and raises his head, pecking me on the lips.

“Nothing…I’m…I’m nervous for nothing.” He says, placing his hand over my own on his right shoulder.

“Honey, you aren’t nervous for nothing. You’re you. You’re never nervous unless it involves me or something else important.”

“…My father was a son of a bitch…but he knew what he was doing when he ruled over them. I, however, do not.” He says, finally, looking up at the ceiling. I laugh and kiss his cheek.

“Do you honestly think he knew what he was doing when he first started either? He became king at the age of 15. An age a lot younger than you are now. You have much more knowledge, and you know in your heart what’s right for you people.” I get on my knees and raise his head by his cheeks. “You’ve already fixed one of the biggest issues we’ve had for many years. You’ll do fine. Simply for this one fact: As you said, your father ruled over them. You'll rule beside them. You'll actually take their thoughts into consideration as opposed to just doing what you felt like.” I lean down and kiss him gently. Soon enough though, it turns heated and I can feel his hands trying to unclasp my armor. Both of us jump in surprise when we hear someone clear their throat. I look over at the doorway and see my brothers leaning on either side of the doorway, their men directly behind them. Goku grins at me, that classic grin holding a slight hint of perversion.

“We came to pick up (Name). She needs to visit the hospital.” Raditz says, nodding towards me.

“Hospital…? Why?” Vegeta asks, looking over at me. A sweat drop forms on my cheek as I send a dirty look at Raditz, who only laughs and shrugs.

“Not telling~!” I say, hopping off the bed and running over to Raditz, smacking him in the back of the head as I run past him. I hear Goku laugh before he follows after me, right by me.

“You little brat!!” Raditz screams at us. Of course he never hit us on our way there. …or maybe he never got the chance. I’m not sure anymore. But of course, it’s just to check on this little surprise for Vegeta.

A few hours later, all five of us barely make it to the coronation. I stop by Vegeta on the raised platform, bending over to place my hands on my knees. “Where have you been?” He asks me, looking at least a little bit more calm than earlier. I send him a tired smile and kiss his cheeks.

“Checking up on your twin boys.” I mumble in his ear, to which I get wide eyes and a questioning expression. I nod once and the grip he has on my hand tells me all I need to know about what he’s feeling. He wishes he could hug, whoop and holler but of course that would seem strange in front of all these people. After a few more minutes, Vegeta walks over to the podium and I let go of his hand, giving him a reassuring smile. He sends me back one and starts the classic speech that he had been forced to come up with a few days ago by some of his advisors. Quite frankly all of the squad is bored to tears but we force ourselves to stay awake cause…well he was our friend.

“Of course, I wouldn’t be able to be half of the confident king you seen without the woman behind me, keeping me on a straight and right path.” My head snaps up in surprise as he holds out his hand to me. I blush and hunch up my shoulders slightly, walking up to him and holding onto his hand. He smiles and gives me a quick peck on my lips. “This woman has been with me for a while, keeping me steady and keeping me confident. Besides being a wondrous queen and making sure my head stay son straight, she has also already secured me heirs. In addition to becoming a king and a caring husband, I’m about to become the father to two healthy, rowdy and powerful Saiyan boys!” He shouts, raising his fist, grinning in a way I’ve never seen. The rest of the crowd raises their fists and cheers as well, all smiling widely. He holds me close to him by my waist. After a few more minutes of boring, ending speech—him still holding onto my waist—he dismisses the Saiyans and walks back to the group.

Broly grins at the both of us, wrapping his arms around Goku’s waist himself and setting his cheek on top of Goku’s head. I can’t help but grin at them. They were so cute. And I know that they had a family on the way as well. Yes, male Saiyans can get pregnant, and considering that both Broly and Goku screwed more than the little creatures earthlings called bunnies…well…that was just bound to happen. Turles was begging Raditz for kids but big brother wasn’t budging just yet. I could tell that he was only a few more weeks from breaking though, if the increasing size in his blush when Turles asked was any indication. Vegeta smiles at me and rubs his nose against mine. “I can’t wait till I’m a father…” He mutters, still smiling widely with his eyes closed.


Nine months later…


My screams rip through the entire room, practically echoing from the pitch in my voice. I see Raditz wince himself as I continue to scream and cry from the pain. “Sis, calm down…” He says, placing a hand on my upper arm. I turn to him and my eyes flash teal, causing him to leap backwards, eyes wide with fear.

“You try and keep calm with your hole split open and stretched like a fucking rubber band, you son-of-a-bitch, bastard!!” I shriek at him, hair turning blonde. Goku walks up to me and holds onto my hand, looking at me concerned.

“Calm sis, take a deep breath. In…out…in…out…” I follow the breathing pattern Goku sets for me, and for some reason it keeps my pain dulled at least a bit. Of course, I’d still prefer a ki blast to rip itself from my stomach out my chest, but…hey. There’s only so much I can do about this.

“Milord, you can’t go in there!” We hear screaming.

“The hell I can’t! You’ll let me in there, or I’ll personally kill you myself!” I smile at the all too familiar voice, as he threatens the nurses, probably enraged that he was being kept out. The doors slam open and Vegeta practically stumbles in, four male nurses falling in, obviously trying to hold him back. He runs over to me, holding onto my hand and smiling at me. “I’m sorry. I was held up by some crap meetings. How’s she doing?” He asks Goku.

“She knocked out the doctor, so Raditz and I are pretty much monitoring this. So far, we can see the head of the one…but for some reason it’s held up. She says she can feel movement.” Goku says, looking over at Vegeta. Vegeta nods his head and leans down kissing my cheek. I continue to try and keep up my breathing. Goku sits in front of me, stroking my thigh as he looks down at me with sympathy. Eight hours, filled with pain, tears and vulgar profanity, two crying, baby boys are in the world. I laugh as Vegeta hesitantly takes one in his hands, looking more terrified than I’ve ever seen him—including on the battlefield. He grins at me when he gets used to holding the baby.

“Our two baby boys…” He mutters, placing his head to the side of mine, holding the baby so they’re side by side. “Thank you so much for this…I love you.”

“I love you too.”


A few years later…


I stand on the balcony, watching the kids play fight in the air above the city, monitoring them to make sure they didn’t hurt themselves truly or anyone else. I lean on the railing, looking down at it, remembering various memories that came with just this simple bit of the building. The start of my relationship, as well as the ‘end’. I chuckle humorlessly; I didn’t expect at the time for him to ask for me back. I jump in surprise as I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist, someone pressing their lips to my temple. I relax into Vegeta’s arms, shoulders slumping as I practically go limp in his arms. Two adults appear in front of our children and I smile as I recognize them as Goku and Raditz. Our kids rush to us, giving both of us a peck on the cheek and take off after their uncles/tutors. I look at Vegeta as they rush away, smiling widely. I didn’t picture my life like this; being a queen to my entire race, being a wife to any sort of elite—let alone the prince—or being a mother to his kids. To think, that this all started simply because I smart-mouthed a stubborn prince. I can’t help but inwardly chuckle at that. I look up and see the tiny dots that were my brothers and sons, each one disappearing momentarily than flashing in a different place. Despite the training, maybe my life would finally be peaceful.

My train of thought is cut off as a guard barges in, looking beyond terrified that some tyrant from another planet has declared war. My eyes turn teal as I smirk. Well…I guess peace would be far too boring for me.