The Prince's Adviser [Vegeta x Saiyan! Female! Reader]

Chapter 40~ Gotenks and the Namekian-Saiyan Fusion

So-- Beforehand, with the hinting at the fusion at the end of 39, I was asked to draw the fusion and what they would look like. I also wanted to draw them, too, so-- These aren't great, and I am NOT Toriyama Akira-- It's been a while since I've done art for DBZ, minus my painting of Vegeta-- Here: Anyway-- I think these could be better, but I feel like they, at the least, give you some idea. They look like She-Hulk though. Oml

Year 774 ([Name]= 24, Vegeta= *currently deceased* 42) [Trunks= 8, Gohan= *unknown* 17, Goten= 7]

"Piccolo, let's fuse!"

"Are you insane?" The Namekian huffed quickly at the female's request. But, at his words, the adviser only nodded, her eyes looking to him pleadingly. "Why?"

"Partially for fun-- Partially because I was high-key rejected by Kakarrot to fuse with him. Imagine if Kakarrot and I fused-- We could have kicked Buu's ass before the thirty minutes finished!" [Name] did have a point. He didn't want to say he was mildly curious.

"But, you're missing an arm. You're Saiyan, not Namekian. And, you're a woman."

"That's racist, sexist, and disabled-ist."

"You're an idiot." Piccolo huffed in response, sitting next to her as she sort of picked at her lunch, focusing more on the conversation at this point. Many of the others were with them, listening to the conversation. It seemed, most of all, the boys were listening in. Trunks was annoyed, and Goten was interested.

"Don't be like that, Piccolo." Bulma spoke from across the table. "You guys are practicing it anyway and Goku suggested you two fuse in an emergency setting. Wouldn't it be good to practice said emergency in the case of being prepared? You guys never know what'll happen."

"See?" The adviser said with a grin, pointing to Bulma. "She gets it."

"Wipe that shit-eating grin off your face. Fine." The Namekian said, watching her face light up. "Yes, we'll fuse. We should test it anyhow--" Though he seemed a little upset at the prospect, he agreed. She was happy. She went back to eating with the same grin on her face, her tail high and wagging at the upcoming fun. "I said stop grinning, you little shit--"

"You're a bully sometimes." She laughed back at him, pulling the spoon from her mouth and chewing. "Ya know--" Swallow. "I just think you're embarrassed-- The dance makes you embarrassed, doesn't it? You're just one big, sensitive, and embarrassed green teddy bear, huh?"

"Shut up." He hissed.

"I KNEW IT!" Was what she left it off with, returning to her food. Bulma and Krillin laughed softly, getting many other humored giggles and chuckles following. A slightly pink tint had taken to the Namekian's face, he huffing and shifting in his chair a little. It was obvious that he was upset, or embarrassed. Probably both. To an extreme degree.

The group finished their lunch, cleaning up as a whole, before they would go back to helping the boys practice. However, the adviser got her two-bits in first. She had actually talked Piccolo into fusing before they were going to go back to practicing with the boys. The goal, now, was to test this ability for themselves, and see if it actually worked. Especially for the adviser, who was still lacking an arm.

"You ready, Piccolo?" She had asked him, standing not too far from him on the front platform of the lookout. They, as a whole, had no idea what the transformation would do, and it was likely best to test it outside. "Power up as high as you can go and I'll match it, easy." Once he had done so, she copied.

"As ready as I can be." The Namekian shook his head lightly, still not believing he allowed himself to agree to this. "On the count of three-- One... Two... Three."