Dragon Ball Z Oneshots!

Raditz X (Saiyan!) Reader

{-NO INSPIRATION WHILE WRITING THIS, SO IF IT TURNS OUT AS SHIT, DON'T JUDGE ME IN THE COMMENTS! PLEASE AND THANK YOU!-} Also, this is going to be when you guys are just young adults, right before Planet Vegeta was destroyed.

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My (s/t) knuckles turn shades paler as I grip the hand of my best friend, (B/f/n). I feel like every last muscle in my arm is tense, slowly cramping into something that'd take hours to stretch out. Their hand isn't as tense. In fact, it seems almost broken or limp. I look up their (feminine/masculine) arms, seeing each scar that has tattooed itself to the skin. I trace each one with my eyes, slowly reaching their shoulders. All they had on was a tight under-armor tight suit. A black one, at that.

Now at their shoulders, I look up a bit more, noticing that their eyes are staring directly back into mine. "(Y/n)," They start, taking in a tired breath. "I hope you understand that I need that hand." They smile, almost a relieved smile as I released my death grip. "Thank you." Their soft laugh seems to put me at ease, allowing my arm to finally relax. "Why are you so tense anyways?" They ask me, running a hand through their (h/c) hair.

I look up at them, sighing. I see my room coming up the hallway. "Well," I try to stall, not really wanting to tell them. I remain silent as we come to a stop at my room, looking up at them with the fakest frown. "Wow, bummer. Looks like I'll have to tell you later." I say, unintentional sarcasm dripping off my words. Stepping in my room, I note that they haven't left.

"(Y/n), I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong. It's been bothering you all morning, and I know it, too." They point to me, calling out my bullshit.

I know I've been caught in an obvious lie, so I sigh and look up at them. "Come in," I breathe out. "I'll tell you all about it." Once they let themselves in and make themselves comfortable, they stare at me and wait for me to spill the beans. "Alright, so I've told you so many times about this guy I like, right?" I say to them, having their head bob in response. "Well, he's going on a mission today. Tonight, actually, and he's looking for someone to go with him. Lord Frieza is going to be assigning him another Saiyan who hasn't had a mission in at least a week." I take a breath.

My bestie raises an eyebrow. "So? He has a mission tonight. I do, too, what's the big deal?"

Rolling my eyes, I sit down on the floor in a huff. "The big deal is, (B/f/n), is that I haven't had a mission in a week. I could go on a mission with him! Don't you think that that would be an amazing opportunity to get to know him a little more?" I ask them, seeing their arms crossed as if they were becoming impatient.

"This is what's been bothering you all morning?" They ask, then laugh it off. "You nearly broke my hand because you have boy problems?"

I sigh and lay on the floor, cringing as the cold metal touches my back. "I just really like this guy, y'know? And I want him to like me back." My head is filled with nonsense. "And I just really wish that--!"

My voice is interrupted by a voice over the intercom. "Will all Saiyans in sector nine, please report to training room seven. Now, please." One of Frieza's henchman signs off, and I freeze immediately. (B/f/n) didn't have to come, because their room was in sector six.

We both stand, say our goodbyes, and part ways. I hurry quickly to the training room, nearly running there. Though, once I get there, I see that there are really only about fifteen Saiyans in the room. I always figured there would be more than that, especially in my sector. All of us stand in a line, some of us looking nervous, yet some of us looking confident. I stand in my position, looking over at the front of the room. There stands Lord Frieza and another Saiyan. Raditz.