DBZ Oneshots (x/& Reader)

Royal Purple (Vegeta x Reader)

This was a request, hope you like it

Vegeta is probably OOC because I don't usually write him---at least adult him, I like writing kid him more. I like how this turned out though.

You ran a hand through your hair, pushing up your glasses. If you had to patch up this jerk one more time you were going to go on strike. Every other day you were either shoving him into the healing pod or forcing him to sit still while you put ointment on his bruises. The resident Prince of nothing. Vegeta himself.

At least anyone else you had to treat kept your warnings in mind, Vegeta threw them out the window. Training to the point that his body was broken and bruised. At some point, he was not going to be able to keep going and you would be there telling him you told him so. Vegeta had not been in today which was both a blessing and a curse, it usually meant that he was pushing himself too far and his injuries would be worse. You were going to pawn that duty off to someone else today.

Smoothing out your purple plaid button-up you gathered up your paperwork, you could finish this in the peace of your room.

"Malaka, I'm heading out for the day," You called out.

"Alright, see you tomorrow," He responded, waving you goodbye.

You quickly scampered off before something happened that made you have to stay in the medical bay. At least your room was close to the medbay so you did not have to walk far to get to your room. Now that you were alone you shrugged off your lab coat, laying it out across your chair. You set down your paperwork on the desk and turned to take a quick shower. Being around healing tanks all day made you smell a little weird, it irritated your nose a little. Though you had no room to complain, those tanks saved countless lives.

Luckily you had an ensuite bathroom, because you were not a soldier and lived on the ship full-time you got nicer accommodations. Most likely because you were less likely to bite the dust and it was harder to get ahold of quality medical specialists. With a sigh you stepped into the bathroom, quickly shedding your clothes and setting your royal blue glasses on the counter.

You could barely see your hand in front of your face without your glasses, you could only discern things through color and vague shapes. Stepping into the shower you allowed the hot water to wash over your bare body. Before you could start cleaning yourself a sharp knock resounded through the room. Scrambling out of the shower you wound a towel around yourself and rushed out of the bathroom.

"Uhm..." You blinked at the sight of Vegeta in your room, his bruised arms crossed over his chest.

He did not even seem to acknowledge you before he chucked a bottle of bruise ointment at you and turned his head away. You deadpanned at his silent request, your face heating up with irritation.

"Go to the fucking medbay and get someone on duty to do this! OR DO IT YOURSELF!" You shouted, throwing the bottle back at him.

Vegeta caught the bottle and threw it back at you, this time you did not catch it and it hit the ground with a dull thud. Snatching it up off the floor you marched over to Vegeta, waving the bottle in his face.

"I'm. Off. Duty. Now get out of my room," You requested, pressing the bottle into his hand and turning to head back to the bathroom.

You were yanked backward, sending you tumbling into a hard chest. You scowled up at him, not happy with his weird behavior.

"Knock it off, go to medbay-my room is not medbay."

Vegeta slapped the bottle into your hand and turned to glare at the wall. With a long sigh, you gave up and decided to finish this so that he would get out.

"Fine, but don't make a habit of this."

Popping the top off the bottle you lathered the ointment up on your hands and got to work rubbing it into the bruises on his arms. Vegeta made soft hisses when you pressed a bit harder than normal into his purpling flesh. He shifted his glare to you but did not say anything about it, you decided not to tempt fate anymore. You quickly finished up and capped the bottle, finally, you were allowed off of Vegeta's lap.

"Thanks," Vegeta gritted out before all but fleeing the room, leaving you alone.

Once he was gone you finally realized that you had only been wearing a towel that whole time. You were lucky that it had not decided to fall off.