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[kiealer]

--To be clear: Ninazu's attraction is toward Black (and maybe a twinge of Zamasu, actually. She does think he's attractive and has even stated before she would prefer him over many other examples) and not toward Goku himself.

It's difficult to navigate, and morally questionable, because she is still attracted to Goku's body, though she feels none of that toward Goku himself -- he helped raise her, after all. Though, as a teenager, she did have passing growing pain thoughts, but never spoke of them and always brushed them off.

She likes the personality, the demeanor, the attitude. I think it might actually be Black himself that helped her learn she enjoyed more domineering personalities, not that she would ever state this openly. Her attraction toward him was so sudden that she didn't even process it and suddenly she finds herself involuntarily enthralled. Yes, it's physical/sexual attraction. Yes, she's horny on main. She knows it's wrong, but she has a hard time controlling herself internally. (I say this only partially joking. She's capable of controlling herself externally, for the most part, but her brain does in fact go brrrrr.)

With all this said, I'm formally apologizing for Ninazu to all the GBs and Zamasus that follow me--

#[ i will never force anyone to do anything with this #i know it might be uncomfortable for people and so i'd never automatically assume you're cool with this #however with that said if you DO indulge me and/or use this fact against her #i will love you perpetually forever and be in your eternal debt #anyway I'M saying this because SHE never will lmao #idk what even to tag this honestly like. what even is this. ] #[ anyway kona ranting that she loves this dynamic and character pairing part 24863639654 ]

[kiealer]

@polterxgheist-a said:

“No. Say what you wanna say.”

❝I would get--❞

❝--In so much trouble.❞

#polterxgheist #║ ✰〳crack. #[ i say crack only bc in actuality she would deny the ever loving hell out of it ]

[kiealer]

she shouldn't say anything. she shouldn't be allowed to make any commentary, lest she oust the amount of times those thoughts have crossed her brain.

say absolutely nothing.

#║ ✰〳ic. #[ I CAN'T NOT #I'M POPPING IN FOR A FEW MINTUES BUT I SEE THAT GOING ON AND I'M LIKE. #WHO ELSE BUT HER. ] #║ ✰〳commentary. #[ she's awful and terrible but we all know this ]

[kiealer]

Her lips tense into a short fine line, her eyes centered upon him and her brows subtly crease to denote her growing concern. This is normal behavior, most would reason, and leave him be as he is. Yet, she is admittedly not like most, and her attachment to every warrior she's met has only soared since meeting them. Vegeta took time to care about, what with being so guarded and snappish. She was afraid of him once upon a time. As the years went by, she grew less afraid, and more caring. No, he had not been particularly vulnerable with her, but she always felt as though there was much more beneath the surface he presented.

Though she never wanted to force the matter, she can't deny that he carries some weight in her heart. Talking about it, however… all but impossible.

❝Good,❞ her reply is soft but firm. Arms folding back into one another, she matches his defiant stance with one of her own. ❝Don't think I won't find you later to check up on you. I know you find me annoying, but that won't stop me from at least checking to see if you're taking care of yourself.❞

As the soothing energy flowed from Ninazu's fingertips, he couldn't deny the relief it brought, the fatigue melting away beneath its warm glow, a sigh of relief escaped his lips. As she withdrew her touch, her question lingered in the air, cutting through the quiet tranquility of the moment. Vegeta's gaze met hers, his expression guarded yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

"I'll keep pushing forward, just as I always have."

But even as he spoke the words, a part of him knew they rang hollow. He had pushed himself to the brink time and time again, sacrificing his own well-being for the sake of his pride and his duty as a warrior. And yet, despite his resolve, he couldn't shake the lingering doubt that gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. He knew she was right, but old habits died hard. Placing his hand on his hips he let out a huff.

"But if it means putting an end to your relentless pestering, I'll consider indulging in a nap later today."

#regulusregent #║ ✰〳ic. #[ she is a Certified Good #she cares about her friends #including vegeta even if he doesn't care #like she's still kinda finicky toward him but she cares about his basic wellbeing bc she knows how hard he works ] #║ ✰〳queue.

[kiealer]

i'm so sad i miss out on fun stuff bc i'm busy with work and life sobs

#║ ✰〳ooc. #║ ✰〳tbd. #[ ignore the particular posts that i like in mass #don't mind me. i'm. just. hungry. but it's fine ]

[kiealer]

Once released, she does as requested, venturing further into his abode that she's only been to a handful of times in their entire adult life. Even still, she's subconsciously memorized its layout, and it was always nice to see somewhere new aside from the same few walls she's often confined to. Gohan's home always felt like… home. It reminded her much of the Son family household, of which she used to frequent as a child.

❝Right? Piccolo's had it the best out of all of us on the front.❞ She chortles in agreement. Her belongings are tenderly placed on the couch as a temporary perch. As is habitual, she sways at the waist, turning to each side while her arm extends to one side, the other caging it close, all to give her muscles a quick stretch. ❝I've been good, too. Between being in the latter half of the journey toward getting a medical degree and idols in need of a choreography coach, I've barely had time to do anything else.❞ Her motions cease, and she turns to face Gohan with a smile, though it's softened.

❝… I'm glad you're doing alright. I know we haven't had time to talk much, but I've been thinking about you a lot. I've worried about you. So, thank you for letting me come over. I've missed spending time with you.❞

He had been sitting on his couch, a leg bouncing as his hands were folded. Part of him was anxious. It had been a good while since they had anything close to a 'sleepover', let alone since his divorce. As soon as he sensed her arrival, he bolted to the door and opened it as she came closer, giving a bit smile and returning the hug. "Hey, Nina! Come in, come in!"

Moving aside to allow her in, he gave her back a small pat. "Yeah, I guess that's part of being an adult in society. Sometimes I feel jealous of Piccolo for being able to stay out in the wilderness all the time. I've been alright for the most part. How about you?"

#dragvnsovl #dragvnsovl / gohan #║ ✰〳ic. #║ ✰〳queue.

[kiealer]

His flinch didn't go unnoticed, causing her to relax the motion even further, and lay upon him gingerly. He may be one of the strongest and most hardened warriors she's ever met, but he deserved a soft touch just as anyone else did. At least he didn't slap her hand away, she reasons to herself. They've come a long way over the years.

❝Yeah, yeah,❞ she groans dismissively. The exhaustion in his eyes also doesn't pass by her. He needs this even more than she initially thought, though that in no way quelled her frustration toward his refusal to take proper care of himself. Nonetheless, the process began: an orange hue glows from beneath her fingertips and palm, and the energy pours into him steadily. Any fatigue felt will simply melt away, replaced with restfulness. The transaction takes but a minute, and to signal its completion, she releases her touch. Her gaze, however, does not leave him.

❝… What are you going to do when you burn yourself out?❞ She questions, not accusingly, but worriedly. ❝You realize this can only take you so far, right? If you don't rest properly, you can't keep going.❞

Vegeta's brows furrowed at her words, a mixture of irritation and begrudging acceptance crossing his features. He had grown accustomed to her persistent concern, though it never failed to grate on his nerves.

He could feel the weight of her weariness, a stark contrast to his own simmering frustration. The urge to retaliate, to engage in verbal sparring, flickered within him, but he quashed it, feeling the heaviness of his own exhaustion weighing him down.

As her hand reached towards him in a neutral gesture, Vegeta tensed instinctively, a reflex born from years of guarding himself. But as her touch settled on his shoulder, he forced himself to relax, allowing the connection.

"Enough talk, give it over" he demanded, his eyes growing heavy as he fought hard to keep from shutting down. His voice, usually sharp and commanding, now carried a weight of exhaustion, each word drawn out with effort.

#regulusregent #║ ✰〳ic. #[ AND THAT'S WHY SHE'S HERE #TO QUESTION HIM #and be the mom friend ] #║ ✰〳queue.

[kiealer]

I will probably be operating on a queue for awhile -- at least queue-posted replies. I started the process of job hunting almost a couple weeks ago, and I've also got commission obligations (of which I will continue to promote here whoops sorry [but not sorry]). I HAVE had writing motivation, it's just finding the right time to get to it between all that and other life stuff.

#║ ✰〳ooc. #[ i haven't forgotten about the starters either i still plan to get to those #i am just. perpetually busy. though tbh most of that is GF time ]

[kiealer]

So briefly do her eyes widen, absorbing a moment of shock. In her feverish flurry of recognition, she hadn't taken his memory into account. However, the moment his question dawns upon her, it clicks: he doesn't remember her. Of course he wouldn't, she reflects. It had been several years since their last encounter, and she was but a very young girl at that time. Her physical appearance has changed by leagues and miles since then.

Lips hesitate in parting, fangs just barely grazing them before forming a tight line in reconsideration. Had she just made a fool of herself? Is this worth the trouble it would be? Curiosity takes precedence; she's gotten this far. She pushes onward. Still, her tongue lay heavy in her mouth, the weight of anxiety impeding what may have flowed casually before the revelation.

❝I'm not surprised you don't remember me,❞ she speaks, her head hung a little lower than before. ❝It's been a few years.❞ To enforce her decision (primarily to herself), she raises her head, her eyes resting squarely on his figure, and allowing the sunset's light to shine clealry on her own features. It catches a particular glint in her eyes, determination yet coupled with hesitation.

❝My name's Ninazu. I was there when you were targeting Goku and fought the Z Fighters, after you… woke up again. That little girl they had with them as a healer, that was me.❞ Again, her lips stumble, unsure if her voice wants to exit in the capacity she so wished. Nonetheless, she clarifies, ❝I don't want to cause trouble. I just… couldn't believe it was you when I saw you.❞

He stares down at her from his place atop the welcome center roof, face inscrutable beneath a fall of dark hair and twilight blue shadows.

He'd passed her little group on one of the park's many mountainous trails only hours before, when the afternoon sun was still high in the cloud-dappled sky. He'd arced a wide path around the chattering gaggle, but even so had felt as much as seen the way her gaze stuttered once, twice over him, eyes flashing wide and strange inside her suddenly apprehensive face as he cut deeper into the treeline, passed them all, and loped away downhill.

He'd chalked the peculiarity of the moment up to nothing more than girlish unease at the sight of a rifle strapped across a lone man's back in the woods. He'd chalked it up to the sudden, prickling awareness that she and her friends were perhaps farther from the kind of civilization they're used to than any of them had truly yet realized. He'd chalked it up to a few things; or been willing to. Here and now though -- (where the rifle is gone, and the welcome center gleams warm and yellow and inviting before her as evening begins to fall around them both) -- the look in her eyes remains the same; and suddenly none of those possibilities seem to ring quite true.

A beat drips by. Seventeen tilts his head, as if rolling a marble idly from one compartment in his brain to another. The faintest sheen of light slides across his pupils in a way it almost certainly shouldn't.

"...Uh-huh," he says at last, droll as ever. (His mouth smiles a little as he shifts closer to the edge of the roof. His eyes don't.) "Well, here I am -- and just who are you, exactly?"

#2c75ff #║ ✰〳ic. #[ which is honestly totally fair of him gfjdkg #it's been several years since they'd last seen each other #and she has Grown Up so of course he wouldn't recognize her at first glance #sorry Seventeen she's here to ruin your day ] #║ ✰〳queue.

[kiealer]

✰ @dragvnsovl // gohan

Something in his voice as they talked over the phone implanted a trifling concern in her mind. He sounded… melancholic, perhaps. It worried her, and motivated her all the more to see him again. She offered to come over, even to spend the night, and he seemed to accept the notion readily. Happily, she packed her things and wasted no time in ventured toward Gohan's abode.

❝Gohan!❞ Ninazu grins warmly upon the sight of him. Her arms wind around his frame, pulling him into a gentle hug. It felt so nice to have her friend in her arms after so long. ❝It's good to see you again. I know it's been awhile, but I guess we've both been busy.❞ Releasing him, her smile remains genuine and sweet. ❝I hope you've been doing alright.❞

#dragvnsovl #dragvnsovl / gohan #║ ✰〳ic. #[ rubs my lil hands together this is gonna be very cute and sweet ] #║ ✰〳queue.

[kiealer]

✰ @scarlxtleaves // teen trunks

❝A rhythm game?❞ Ninazu's head tilts in curiosity, staring at the screen of the new game that Trunks booted up. She was intrigued, having only heard of the genre before now, but never having tried it. Her eyes meet that of her friend, one that she's known since shortly after his birth, someone who she would consider a brother -- even down to the friendly rivalry that siblings often held between one another. ❝You… want me to try it?❞ Her sight draws to the controller, then to the screen. Tenderly, she takes the item into hand.

❝Sure,❞ she accepts, somewhat casually though still unsure. ❝I'll give it a go.❞

#scarlxtleaves #║ ✰〳ic. #[ i assume this is the blog you want me to tag lmao #idk which blog you wanted gfhjdkg but yes sibling dynamics lets go ] #║ ✰〳queue.

[kiealer]

hey so uh part 1 of the nina reference page redraws, i'll get to the other ones at some point--

#║ ✰〳art. #║ ✰〳ninazu. #[ should i wait until i finish them all and then post them all together?? yes absolutely #will i do that?? absolutely not for i am lazy and who knows when i'll get around to doing the other two ]

[kiealer]

❝Why am I not surprised?❞ She sighs, exasperated. Normally, offense and the burning desire to prove him wrong would overwhelm her senses, wanting to induce a fight, but her mental exhaustion outweighs that by miles. In all her time of dealing with him, this certainly wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last, she'd imagine.

❝Whether you like it or not -- and whether I want to or not -- I worry about you.❞ Her hand raises toward him in a neutral motion, showing no intent of hurtful action, before placing itself upon his shoulder. It was the only way she could transfer energy, after all. ❝You're my friend, and I care about you. Sorry for making sure you're alright, Vegeta.❞

The promise of "not passing out for the rest of the day" was a soothing refrain to him, exactly what he needed to hear. A subtle flicker of irritation crossed his features as he raised a brow in response to her concern.

"Look, I don't need your lectures. I'll sleep when I feel like it. And I certainly don't need some weakling telling me otherwise. Besides, I can handle my own lack of sleep without anyone's interference. Now hand it over"

#regulusregent #║ ✰〳ic. #[ i'm sorry for her she's just the Concerned Mom Friend ] #║ ✰〳queue.

[kiealer]

✰ @2c75ff

❝I had to be sure it was you.❞

Something akin to guilt almost taints her curiosity. On a strong whim, she had decided to stay behind while her friends ventured back to their allotted camp, purely because she needed to see if she could truly trust her eyes. The fact that she could run into him of all people, here of all places, left her dumbfounded enough and fueled her anxiety-driven curiosity. To see his face again after all these years… she wasn't sure quite how to feel.

❝Sorry,❞ the guilt finally overrides every other feeling swirling about in her brain. He could be living a peaceful life now, after all. Who was she to trample all over it? ❝I didn't mean to bother you, I just… was surprised to see you again.❞

#2c75ff #║ ✰〳ic. #[ i hope this is alright; i think it's close to what we discussed?? i'm excited for them tho ] #║ ✰〳queue.

[kiealer]

hi don't mind me being in awe of my own character's transformations throughout the years

#║ ✰〳ooc. #║ ✰〳art. #[ i'm working on a new ref page for her and couldn't help but compare and contrast #I DO HAVE STUFF IN THE QUEUE FOR TOMORROW DON'T THINK I FORGOT #not everything. but some. gjfdkg ]

[kiealer]

dedicating this week to work and other various life things -- but I'm gonna try to write this weekend.

so uh. maybe. if y'want. like this for a small starter that I'll get to this weekend--

#║ ✰〳ooc. #[ will get to people's dms soon; still busy gfjkdg #BUT PLEASE HOLD ME ACCOUNTABLE FOR THIS ]

[kiealer]

dedicating this week to work and other various life things -- but I'm gonna try to write this weekend.

so uh. maybe. if y'want. like this for a small starter that I'll get to this weekend--

#║ ✰〳ooc. #[ i know i've been a flake lately and i'm sorry but i really do want to try gfjkdg #I WANNA WRITE WITH PEOPLE. EVEN IF IT IS SLOW. #i've got drafts i'll get to as well when possible ]