#Some day I should start answering my own questions and come up with a saiyan society framework

[blueper-saiyan]

I’m overanalyzing something that’s canonically not meant to be thought about, for fun, so here’s a speculative Saiyan biology question: how often do they actually need to eat? I’ve sort of joked about the possibility that it’s like large predators irl where they gorge themselves occasionally and then wait until the next big kill. This would balance out the amount they’re eating to closer to a normal human, just a surprising amount in one sitting, and dodge the thing I’m about to go off the deep end about. But I think they’re probably supposed to need that amount frequently? Which is like, rodent levels of frequency and portions, but unlike a small mammal, a huge amount of actual food consumed. It’s fine if there’s only a handful of Saiyans on a whole planet but how did that work when there was a lot of them? That’s a massive amount of food, where is it coming from? Are they mostly feeding their army by taking food from conquered planets? They’d still need to be producing enough for their homeworld. Is it being farmed automatically and that’s how they can have the majority of their whole species be soldiers? But like, Gine has a job processing meat, so it’s clearly not entirely automated. Stuck thinking about Saiyan agricultural production and supply logistics help.

Unfortunately, I can also say that almost immediately after finding out the amount that Saiyans eat, the back of my mind did jump to “how fast do they starve?” Like, is that a much bigger threat for them than a human or do they have about the same amount of reserves, even if they’re eating more? If it is way faster, how does that affect how they view food/hunger? As a fun irl example, hummingbirds have such an insane metabolism that they would potentially starve to death if they slept at night. So they don’t sleep like normal, they enter a state that’s more like hibernation to slow their metabolism down enough to survive. Many hummingbird species are fiercely territorial because they need access to their food source or they starve. I imagine a theoretical hummingbird society would be thinking about food differently. And because this is my indulgent post where I get to talk about animals, I’m also going to bring up vampire bats, which could also potentially starve if they can’t feed within two days or so (I did not go deep into scientific literature to find original numbers and sources for this estimate I’m sorry true bat fans. Actually same goes for the hummingbird estimate but I know more about birds.). Unlike the more territorial hummingbirds though, vampire bats roost together during the day in colonies, with the same other bats repeatedly. And their food source can’t be guarded like a flower patch can, so there’s less purpose to territoriality. So they can form long term friendships with each other by interacting in ways like grooming each other. Within these friendships, when one bat gets a meal during their few-hour-a-night feeding window, but the other one doesn’t, the one who got enough food will often share with their friend to keep them from going hungry. Then their friend returns the favor when their roles are reversed, keeping them both alive, along with the rest of their friend network.

So those are some very different responses to needing food nearly constantly. If I were deeper in ecology mode I could probably try and come up with explanations based on the types of food source and territory and other factors for why, but I’m here to apply this to Saiyans lol. Honestly, a cooperative strategy would make more sense given that they’re pretty human-like, but that’s certainly not the sense we get given of their society. Were they always super individualistic or is that a recent development? Are they even actually individualistic or is that fully a societal role thing (elites are different from lower class warriors)? Or is the idea that they don’t cooperate partly a lie made up after their deaths anyway? Speculative biology for intelligent species get the extra layer of culture just to make things more messy and fun. We also know pretty much nothing about their original home planet and the actual context that shaped them, so I don’t get to apply other factors, like how easy it is to defend food sources or how important it is to stick together. We probably won’t ever get to know anything more about their original homeworld/Sadala, which is disappointing given that we got hints about it, but it does leave more room for speculation.

#I don’t feel like putting this in anyone’s main tags I think it will find its audience #And if not I got to talk about birds and bats to myself #Also this is not the post I meant to make today but I’ll see about it tomorrow instead #At this point that other post would involve making a graphic and my skills are not amazing #I’ll give it a shot though #I did go into the deep end on this post #Some day I should start answering my own questions and come up with a saiyan society framework #Fun worldbuilding project #I’d probably get sucked into coming up with critters for them to share their world with though ngl

[sevenstarsinning]

Invasion Ch. 8

Description:  A planet conquering race of Saiyans invaded Earth and deemed it worthy of habitation. After bringing the humans to their heels, they set up a new society where humans had one role, to serve. You found yourself in the unlucky faction of being bought and sold as a human pet. With absolutely no interest in owning a human but no way out of having one, Kakarot made a bid on you at the urging of his brother. It was only a matter of time before you were either killed or forced into obedience.

Warnings: Smut ahead!! NSFW.

You can find previous chapters in this link: Ch. 7  or you can read it on AO3

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You stirred as the sunlight peered in through the windows, moving slightly but freezing at the realization of being pressed against a firm body. You opened your eyes to see Kakarot nuzzled against your chest, snoring softly and his arm draped over you while his tail wrapped around your waist. You looked down at him and the softness of his features while he appeared to be completely relaxed. Your fingers itched to touch him, having uninterrupted access to him in the moment. A noise from down the hall sent a wave of panic through your chest.

“Kakarot-“ You shook him gently.

“Hm-“ He grunted as he squeezed you closer to him.

You kept your voice low as you heard another sound, “wake up, I think your parents are up.” It felt weird saying that and honestly reminded you of your late teens.

His eyes opened immediately as he sat up, unravelling himself from you. He leaned over and looked down the hallway, seeing Gine shuffling to the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

He turned back to you, “start breakfast?”

“Yeah.” You nodded your head.

Kakarot climbed off the couch and headed towards his room but stopped and strode back to you. He leaned down and tilted your chin up as he pressed his lips to yours quickly.

“Morning.” He said with a slight smirk.

Before you could respond he took off down the hall swiftly. You couldn’t explain what had changed in him over night, but he seemed to be more relaxed than before. He was different and it was comforting. You climbed off the couch and headed into the kitchen to start cooking breakfast for the family of saiyans. You cooked every egg you had in the refrigerator, three types of meat, and cooked more pancakes than you’d ever seen in your life.

“Smells great.” Gine said as she walked into the kitchen.

“Thank you, I’m almost finished.” You glanced back at her.

She walked around to where you were finishing up the pancakes and looked over the other piles of food you had already made, “I can see why Kakarot likes you so much.”

“He um… He just likes to eat.” You stammered, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks while you thought about how your morning started with him wrapped around you.

“It’s more than that.” She offered a small smile before Bardock and Kakarot entered the kitchen.

“She cooked us a buffet, boys.” Gine walked around the table and kissed Bardock on the cheek, to which he grunted but didn’t pull away.

It was odd seeing saiyans this way. Your main interaction with them included anger and roughness, besides the time with Kakarot recently. You wondered if all saiyan families were this way, distant but connected on a deeper level that supersedes regular contact.

“Raditz will be here shortly for training. He’s growing soft, as are you.” Bardock said as he took a seat at the table.

You couldn’t help the slight drop you felt in your chest at the thought of seeing him again. You were honestly hoping that you could avoid any contact with him ever again, but that was nothing more than a hopeful wish.

“I’m an Elite Warrior.” Kakarot defended himself, looking a little annoyed.

“An Elite Warrior who is on trial and may be sentenced to death soon, and who has been in several similar situations recently.”

You fought the urge to speak, knowing Bardock would most likely end your life where you stood at the stove. You focused on finishing up the pancakes and tried to ignore their conversation, but it wasn’t possible.

“Only at the request of the Prince. Maybe you should take it up with him as to why I’m on trial yet again.” He snapped.

“Boys-“ Gine tried to intervene, but it was pointless with the two saiyans.

“The Prince gives you an order of where to be and what to do, if you stray from the mission then that’s on you.”

Kakarot let out an annoyed laugh, “you know nothing of the orders he gives me.”

“Enlighten me then, what exactly is the Prince asking of you? Is he asking you to conquer planets or murder your own kind?!” Bardock all but shouted.

You tensed immediately and wished you were anywhere but there in that moment. You refused to turn around or make any movement at all. The food was done but you weren’t about to interrupt them.

“We both follow the orders we’re given. You know that better than anyone else.”

Bardock lowered his voice, “if the Prince is giving you orders to-“

“What? You’d tell the King? Even if it were true, I’d still be the one held accountable. Is the food done?” Kakarot turned all of the tension at the table into a focus on you.

“Y-Yeah. Just finished.” You grabbed the plates and set them out across the table for them.

You kept your gaze away from any of them as you served them. The tension in the room could be felt as you moved around the table and it made you eager to leave the room completely.

“Aren’t you going to eat with us?” Gine asked as you took a step towards the doorway.

“Gine-“ Bardock said with a warning glance.

“Um, no, I’m not really hungry and I need to start on some other chores.”

“No. You’re going to the palace to ask the Prince to buy you today.” Kakarot said without a hitch as he glanced over at his father.

“I didn’t know if I needed to do that today or wait-”

“What’s there to wait for?”

You felt like you were being put on the spot in front of them, if you were alone you could at least talk to him openly about the sudden change in his dimeanor.

“I thought you still needed me- my services?”

He continued to eat without looking back at you, “you’re no longer needed. Go.”

“Yes, of course.” You felt the lump in your throat rising and a heaviness building in your chest.

“Kakarot-“

You could hear Gine trying to defend you as you made your way down the hall, but he’d made up his mind and Bardock was saying nothing to help. It was stupid, idiotic of you to think he wanted to keep you as long as he could. The conversation with Bardock only served to remind him of his fate and how limited his time was, bringing everything from the last few hours to a halt. Your time together the night before and that morning was nothing more than a bliss filled break from the crushing weight of the fact that he would be dead within a week and you’d be serving your new owner.

“Finish your food and meet me outside to spar before your brother arrives.” Bardock pushed his chair out and headed out the backdoor.

“Why did you send her away?” Gine kept her voice low.

“Because I don’t need her here.”

“But you want her here.”

He sat his fork down and pushed his plate away, “it doesn’t matter what I want. She makes one wrong step or says something he doesn’t like then she’ll cease to exist.”

“Have you chosen her as your mate?” Gine asked bluntly.

“What is it with the two of you asking me that?”

She persisted, “answer the question, Kakarot.”

“No, I haven’t. She’s human, I’m saiyan-”

“Regardless of what he thinks, your father isn’t always right. If you want her here with you during your last few days, then have her. We can stay somewhere else.” Gine began clearing the plates from the table.

Kakarot knew how difficult it had been on his mother to even acknowledge the trial and sentencing before, trying to avoid the subject altogether. She had always tried to be the softer presence in their lives, offering a place of comfort as contrast to Bardock’s harshness.

“I’m not choosing a human over my parents.”

Gine placed the dishes in the sink and walked back over to Kakarot, placing her hand on his shoulder, “no matter what your father or I say, the trial is happening and with us here you’re only reminded of that fact. If she can provide a distraction for even a moment, then take it.”

The walk to the palace seemed shorter than usual, most likely because you were stuck in your head, replaying the events that had just transpired and how you were going to beg the prince to purchase you. He didn’t seem super fond of you and it was nerve wracking to think what might happen if he refused, if you’d go to the arena? Or worse, Raditz? The words ‘I’m here to see the prince’ rolled off your tongue without a hitch as you stood at the palace doors. It didn’t occur to you to talk with Bulma beforehand, but it was too late as you were ushered towards the two massive doors that led directly to the prince.

“I’d say I’m surprised to see you here, but that damned woman won’t shut up about you.” Vegeta said as you timidly approached him.

You fidgeted with your fingers as you stood a few feet away from him, “then you know why I’m here?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m don’t want to hear you say it anyways.” He smirked.

You took a deep breath and prepared yourself, “my current owner has a trial coming up and will have no use for me. I came here today to ask if you would… if you wanted to purchase me from him?”

Vegeta didn’t even try to hide the joy he got from you coming to him, “what can you offer me that I don’t already have?”

“I can cook and clean.”

“I have chefs and maids. Anything else?” He rested his head against his hand, looking completely disinterested.

You didn’t really expect that you’d have to sell yourself all that much, especially with the way Bulma and Kakarot seemed so sure he’d buy you. Vegeta seemed like the type to value not only skill, but the confidence to back it up and you didn’t really have any other options except him.

“I highly doubt your chefs can cook as well as I can.”  

“Arrogant for a human in your position.”

“Add that to my list of skills.” You felt your heart pounding against your chest wildly as you became even more cocky, hoping it wouldn’t backfire on you.

Vegeta stood up from his throne and made his way towards you, regarding you curiously with a slight scowl on his face. You felt even more on edge the closer he got to you, intimidated by him more than you were Bardock. Since the moment you opened your eyes that morning, things were going in a weird direction as the day went on and you weren’t sure you could handle anything else. He strode around you, hands clasped behind his back and the click of his boots on the hard floor fell in sync with the thumping of your heart against your chest. He made his way back around in front of you, grabbing your face and turning your head side to side as if he was inspecting you.

“I’ll consider your request. I’d like to see this cooking skill of yours before I make my decision though.” He released your face.

“The sooner the better, Kakarot no longer needs my services.” You pushed down the sadness that still lingered from the realization that he didn’t want you anymore.

“Noted. You may leave.” He turned away from you and headed back towards his throne.

On the way out of the palace you looked around a little more, paying attention to the vastness of the rooms and the bustling groups of saiyans and humans moving about. There was a possibility that this was going to be your new home and it seemed busier than you’d noticed before. There was a curiosity of what your position would even be with Vegeta, he already had Bulma and they seemed more in love than anyone you’d ever known in your life, though he probably wouldn’t admit it.

“I take it you spoke with Prince Grumpy?” Bulma said, startling you from behind.

“Y-Yeah, he wasn’t nearly as grumpy this time.” You smiled as she pulled you into a quick hug.

“So, did he jump at the chance to buy you?” She asked as she pulled away.

“Not exactly. He said he’d think about it and he wants me to cook for him before he decides.” Which wasn’t an unreasonable request.

Bulma furrowed her brow, “what a dick. He knows the time restraints of your situation. Let me talk to him, I’ll get him to make a move sooner.”

“How do you feel about this whole thing? Like, you’re,” you leaned a little closer and lowered your voice, “his mate, right?”

“I don’t mind it. Plus, it’ll be nice to have someone else take on some of his saiyan stamina.” She smiled.

“Is that- will that be a requirement? Kakarot just has me cook and clean for him.”

Bulma pulled you aside to where you could have a little privacy, “Vegeta wants a saiyan-human hybrid, something about his bloodline and a super saiyan something. He isn’t going to purchase another human just to have them doing housework. He has plenty of chefs and maids for that.”

“Yeah, he mentioned that. So, we both fuck him and hopefully give him an heir? Then what?”

“Then we get to live like queens here in the palace, doing whatever we want. It really isn’t a bad trade off, plus, the sex is ridiculous. So, it’s a win-win.”

Bulma seemed so carefree about the whole situation, even sharing Vegeta with you. It was all so weird to you, but she didn’t seem phased by any of it. You weren’t exactly keen on becoming a breeding sow for an alien, but there weren’t really a plethora of options for you, and Kakarot was doing his best to keep you sexually frustrated. It wasn’t like he really wanted you anymore anyways. Maybe it was best to just lean into the reality of your situation between Vegeta and Bulma and say ‘fuck it’ to everything else. Your realization gave you a momentary reprieve from the anxiety in your stomach as you made your way back to Kakarot’s house, hoping he and the other saiyans were absent so you could start packing your things and have a few hours of peace.

As you approached the door with a newfound sense of purpose, you listened for a moment for any indication of someone inside. There were no signs of loud, bolstering saiyans arguing or bold voices echoing through the walls, so you decided the coast was clear.

“Where have you been?” Kakarot asked the second your foot stepped over the threshold.

“Where do you think?” You shot back, half annoyed and half startled from his sudden presence.

Closing the door behind you, you made a path towards your room and away from him, but he wasn’t one to be ignored. He grabbed your arm and spun you back around to face him.

“Well? Did he agree to buy you?”

“He wants me to cook for him first, but Bulma seems to think it’s a done deal.” You jerked your arm away from him.

He ran his hand through his hair, and if you didn’t know better you’d say he looked almost nervous, “did he say when he was going to make his decision?”

You glanced around, seeing no other saiyans around, a little curious and confused, “where are your parents?”

“Answer my question first.”

“He didn’t say,” you stared up at him, wondering what was going on and getting no answers, “parents?”

“And what about cooking for him?” Kakarot took a step closer to you.

“I answered your question, now answer mine.” You stepped back, feeling a little like prey in his eyes.

“Gone. Answer.” He took another step towards you.

“He wasn’t clear on it. Your par-“

“Did he touch you?” He sniffed the air between you as if he was trying to pick up Vegeta’s scent.

“No, he didn’t. Where are your-“

Suddenly he closed the distance between you, arms wrapping around you and his lips pressed to yours. It was abrupt and a slight shock, but you soon fell into a rhythm with him, leaning into his arms and his broad chest, needing to feel him pressed against you again. The incident from that morning was no longer on your mind, the way he pushed you aside had fallen to the back of your mind and you were helpless in his embrace. He walked you back and pressed you against the wall, his lips never breaking away from yours for a second. It was taking all the willpower you had not to wrap yourself around him like a vine and never let go, but he must have picked up on that thought as he lifted you into his arms and wrapped your legs around his waist.

Breathless but curious about time restraints, “your parents… when are they-“

“They’re not. It’s just us.” He said hurriedly as he returned his mouth to yours, his tongue slipping past your lips.

Kakarot slid his hand up your back, gripping the back of your neck and entangling his fist in your hair. He held you there as he kissed you, clearly wanting you as badly as you wanted him. He pulled you away from the wall and headed down the hallway towards his bedroom. Everything about this was confusing and complex, but it was the only thing you were sure you wanted. After pushing his door open he laid you down on the bed, prying your arms and legs off of him. He stood at the end of the bed and pulled his shirt over his head, letting it drop to the floor as he crawled up the bed towards you.

You sat back on your elbows, watching him intensely as he moved, his eyes fixed on yours as if he was starving for another taste of your lips. You reached for the hem of your shirt and tried to mimic him in removing your shirt, but he stopped you. He moved your hands aside as he pushed your shirt up slowly with one of his large hands, skimming it along your stomach and over your breasts. He crawled up closer, his mouth hovering over the soft skin of your exposed stomach. Not once did he break his gaze away from yours, not even when he touched his lips to your skin gently, or when he kissed a trail up your stomach. His hands worked to rid you of your shirt while his mouth remained on you, touching you the entire time he moved upwards towards your breasts that were now exposed to him as well.

“Kakarot-“ Your breath hitched in your throat as you stared down at him, the dark look in his eyes setting a fire within you.

He splayed his hand over your chest and lightly pressed against you, pushing you down flat on the bed. Every move he made was simultaneously tender and forceful, positioning you how he wanted you and bending you to his will. He leaned down over one of your breasts, letting the warmth of his breath blow over your nipple, making you itch for more. He kept his eyes on you, watching your movements and how you responded to him. When his tongue finally flicked over your nipple, you thought you were going to levitate off the bed. He quickly quelled your squirming by sucking your nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it while his hand kneaded your other breast. You arched your back off the bed, spreading your legs and letting him settle between them. You wanted him, needed him, and you were tired of pretending you didn’t. As shameful and guilty as it made you feel, this is what you wanted more than anything. Everything else was meaningless as you melted into him and let him touch you the way you’d been craving for so long. He released your nipple and moved over to the other, repeating his slow, torturous actions until you were tugging at his hair.

“Patience. We have all night.” He leaned up and kissed you swiftly before setting a new trail towards the apex of your thighs.

As he moved down, his hands dipped into the waistband of your pants and panties, slowly peeling them down your legs. It was difficult to stay still, to not throw yourself at him and demand he go faster, but you wanted to enjoy this for as long as you could. After ridding you of your clothing he sat back for a moment, his eyes slowly roaming up your body until they met yours. His tail unraveled from his waist and caressed your outer thigh gently, soft fur prickling against your skin. Kakarot slid off the bed to remove the rest of his clothing before rejoining you and climbing back up your body. This time his tail immediately curled around your thigh and snaked up your body towards your breasts.

“Do you- I mean, is this something you want to do?” He asked, eyes searching yours for any hesitancy as he settled between your legs.

“Little late to ask that, isn’t it?” You smirked and shifted beneath him.

“If it’s not, we can-“

You cupped his face and pulled him down into a soft kiss, silencing him and giving him an answer at the same time. He groaned and leaned into you, lowering himself more, his body pressed against yours. The heat radiating off him was stifling but perfect. As he moved again, spreading your legs wider, you could feel the tip of his cock pressed against your slick cunt.

In the split second between his tail softly moving across your chest and his teeth sinking into your bottom lip, he eased into you slowly. Your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling of his cock sliding into you in a torturously slow manner, inch by inch as you adjusted to him.

“More.” You said breathlessly, begging easier than you thought you would.

He grinned against your lips as he bottomed out inside of you, pushing his cock the rest of the way into you and making you gasp into his mouth. Having him fully seated within you and his perfectly toned body pressed against yours was almost too surreal. You kissed him almost hurriedly, trying to release some of the nervous energy you had pent up. He eased out of you even slower than before and paused for a moment, leaving you waiting until you tried to tilt your hips up to entice him. He thrust into you hard, knocking the breath from your lungs and making you cling to him. He set a slow pace of fucking you, each time driving his cock deeper within you as you dug your nails into his muscular shoulders.

Kakarot gripped your thigh and wrapped one of your legs around him, giving him better access to you as he fucked you harder. His hips snapped against yours as his tail wrapped around your thigh tightly, squeezing you. His mouth trailed down your jaw to your throat, teeth grazing along your skin. Everything he did, every slight touch, kiss, bite, thrust, all of it was perfect and left you panting and whimpering beneath the large saiyan.

“Don’t stop… please…” You begged, so close to letting go.

He fucked you a little faster, his cock slamming into you as the bed beneath you creaked and the headboard banged against the wall. He was still holding back, but it was intense nonetheless. He captured your lips again, slipping his tongue between them and kissing you gently in contrast to the rest of his movements. The noises filling the room were obscene, making your cheeks flush at the sound of his cock driving in and out of your dripping cunt. Your moans and whimpering mixed perfectly with his grunts and groans, along with the light growl he let out against your neck.

Your muscles clenched around him and squeezed his cock as you finally let go. Your mouth hung open against his with a slew of muttered pleas and utterances of his name spewing out. You scratched your nails down his back and clung to him more. He continued to drive into you roughly, until he found his own release, his tail tightening around your thigh. His cock twitched as he came inside of you, his cum filling you as you struggled to regain control over your breathing.

He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, sweat glistening and sticking to both of your bodies. Your limbs fell limp beneath him as the intensity of your orgasm waned and sucked the rest of your energy from you. The way the day began, you assumed it was going to end just as roughly, but you were pleasantly surprised at how wrong you were.

#lynn #invasion fic #kakarot x reader #kakarot #vegeta #bulma #bardock #gine

[lilhemmo]

hi its vegeta anon! Can I request a fic where vegeta realizes he likes the reader and tries to impress/ flirt and the reader is kinda caught of guard at first then realizes what he’s trying to do and finds it super cute? Lol im not good at making requests hopefully that makes sense! 😆

a/n: this’ll be another fem!reader; thank you so much, vegeta anon! i hope you enjoy it, and if you want, request more!!! i hope i do this justice x

“Vegeta, you really should get yourself a wife,” Goku mutters between courses after training one balmy afternoon. 

The Saiyan Prince turns his head slightly in acknowledgment, his signature snarl curling his lips downward. He grunts, “Kakarot, I do not care for these mortal customs, including marriage. My only focus in life is training to kick your ass.”

Goku sighs, picking up a dumpling between a set of chopsticks, “But you’re so grumpy all the time. If you had a wife who could cook for you, you’d be so much happier! I know I’m always happier when I have a belly full of Chi-Chi’s perfect cooking!”

Vegeta grimaces, brows knitting together. “Bulma cooks well enough for me to maintain the amount of sustenance I need to continue my training.”

“Not as good as Chi-Chi, you can say it,” Goku whispers with a giggle.

Bulma snaps something rhetorical from the warehouse just behind the picnic area the Saiyans are currently occupying. Both men wince at the sound of her shrill voice, blushes painting their cheeks. 

“I’m just sayin’, Vegeta, it’s nice to have someone who cares about you when you come back from a scary battle.” Goku pops some more food between his lips and Vegeta is thankful for the break from his annoying voice occupying what little amount of silence there is. 

Unbeknownst to everyone else, the younger sister of Chi-Chi herself had brought Vegeta’s attention away from the dinner table and the training room more than a handful of times. 

“Your Saiyan blood is tainted by these Earthlings, Kakarot. You’ve grown soft.”

You take a step towards the table with fresh plates of fried meat in your hands, setting one in front of each of them. You smile, “I think it’s sweet. I’m glad my sister has someone like Goku to take care of her and Gohan.”

“More like Chi-Chi takes care of me!” Goku laughs, running a hand through his hair and rests his palm on the back of his neck. 

“Tch,” Vegeta stabs a slab of the meat with his chopsticks, rolling his eyes at the comment. “You’re practically a child in an overgrown body, Kakarot. Of course she’s taking care of you!”

The meal turns into training, the two Saiyans sweating not long after the fight begins. You and Bulma are busy in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes and prepping dinner. It’s easy to fall into a lull here, chopping vegetables and searing meats. The sun is warm on your face through the large picture window in front of the sink, where you’re currently stood washing some of the last remaining dishes. Your feet ache from standing up, so once the stew is brewing and the pork is roasting, both you and Bulma lounge on the deck, watching the Saiyans as they train together.

“Wow, looks like Goku has gotten a couple of good hits in,” Bulma comments, sipping on her fruity drink, complete with purple umbrella. “Might have to patch Vegeta up later.”

You sigh, twirling your thumb around the rim of your tea cup, “Don’t let him hear you. I’m pretty sure his least favorite time of day is when I have to stitch him back together. Might be even lower on the scale than when he loses a match to Goku.”

“Actually, I think Vegeta is pretty fond of spending time in the med bay. Specifically when you’re the one holding the sutures.” Bulma looks over the tip of her glass to send a wink your way. 

You can’t help the blush that paints your cheeks but you shove off her compliment nonetheless. Even still, your eyes track Vegeta’s motions as he trades punches and kicks with his rival and friend. 

Eventually the training is over and the guys gather around the table once again, shoveling the food you prepared into their mouths while the two of you patch them both up.

“C’mon, woman,” Vegeta snaps, jerking his head towards you to glare down his nose at you. “I know I have strength that far surpasses the standard human, but it does not mean that your poor stitching does not hurt.”

You clench your jaw and raise your brow at him, “I can let you do it yourself, then? Or you can have Bulma do it?”

Vegeta spares a look across the table at Goku, who is currently wincing between bites of pork, and the jagged stitches that currently mar his biceps and shoulders. 

“Fine,” he grumbles, looking resigned as he turns back to his dinner. 

What he does not tell anyone is how he appreciates the pads of your fingertips against his skin, heat simmering just beneath the surface.

-

Things begin to change around Capsule Corp. You start as a full-time medic and part-time assistant to Bulma. You help her cook and clean and keep the place running, patching up the training warriors as they make their way through the gravity chamber. 

Of course, Vegeta is your favorite. 

He is always grumbling about something or other that Goku has done to rile him up, which distracts him long enough that he does not complain about your suture work or the sting of the antiseptic. Instead, he rolls his eyes and growls at the back of his throat. 

“Kakarot is the bane of my very existence,” Vegeta huffs as he crosses his arms. You’re working on sealing back together a small slice on his brow as well as a split wound on his jaw. Your fingers may or may not be traveling over his skin more than necessary, but you won’t stop until he starts to complain.

“I know,” you answer simply. It seems that sometimes he would rather hear his own voice than to actually participate in a conversation. You suppose that is the spoiled prince within him. 

He turns to look at you, your hand brushing his sensitive skin but he does not wince, “Are you even listening to me?”

You sigh and lick your lips before answering, “Vegeta, it’s always the same. Goku upsets you, and suddenly you’re absolutely miserable with no resolution. I sit here, patch you up, and then you go back out and do it all over again after eating an enormous plethora of food. At this point I don’t even have to pay attention to know what’s going on.”

Vegeta is silent now, eyes traipsing over your face, taking in every feature before he responds, “I-I don’t have much else to talk about. Training to be better than Kakarot is the main focus of my life.”

“Have you ever thought about what you would do when the fight is over?” you ask, brushing your thumb against a butterfly bandage, sealing the wound on his jaw. Your touch lingers a moment, the warmth of his skin tantalizing enough to keep you close.

“The fight will never be over,” he counters. Vegeta adjusts his legs, and in doing so, his knee brushes your thigh and you can’t help when your breath hitches and creates an audible sound. 

You gnaw at your lower lip, completely captivated by the intensity of his dark eyes. His hands twitch in his lap and you wonder if he’s aching to touch you the same way your fingers pulse with the thought of exploring the planes of his body. Somehow you manage to form words and in the breathiest voice you’ve ever heard from yourself, you murmur, “There has to be something more.”

The startling sound of Goku entering the med bay breaks you apart and you find yourself tending to the med supplies while Goku and Vegeta carry on a conversation about training and injuries and tactics. Your eyes manage to flick upward one last time before you exit the bay with supplies in hand, and you’re surprised to find that the dark eyes of one very handsome Saiyan Prince are trained in on your every move.

-

“Vegeta, let’s train again, c’mon!” Goku whines as they make their way through the kitchen. You hand Vegeta a protein shake as they sidle up to the bar, leaning against the granite countertop. If you look closely, you swear you see a gentle smirk morphing into a smile on his lips. 

The prince grunts to his counterpart, “Kakarot, you imbecile. You promised your family you would host your little urchin’s party celebrating another year left alive.”

“Oh yeah, that’s right,” Goku laughs nervously, tousling his hair. He leans his forearms against the counter and plucks a piece of fruit out of the cornucopia laid out in front of him. “It is Gohan’s birthday today, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Chi-Chi should be here soon,” you mention, cleaning up after the morning round of food prep. “As will the rest of the party goers. You guys need a shower, you stink.”

The two take their protein shakes and head off towards their quarters to shower and clean up. In the meantime, you work with Bulma on preparing food and wrapping up the remaining decorations for the party. Vegeta emerges from the back chambers first, a freshly pressed set of clothes on his body, along with the thinnest armor he owns.

As the party begins, you notice that Vegeta hangs back, taking up the doorway that leads into the kitchen, thick arms crossed over his chest. He watches you closely, maneuvering out of your way as you rush in and out of the kitchen to grab more cheese platters and cupcakes. Goku and Chi-Chi are busy entertaining the other parents and friends, running around with Bulma close behind. 

Eventually, you get to sit down, crossing your legs as you sip on a spare kid’s drink. You take in the sunset, friends and family running around and playing in the bouncing houses and trampolines provided by Capsule Corp’s entertainment division. 

“You have been helpful,” the deep voice resonates from the chair opposite to yours. 

You slowly open your eyes again, lazily glancing over at Vegeta. It’s strange to see him in a different outfit, the thin armor allowing his natural bulky muscle to peek through. 

“Thank you?” you question, raising a brow and setting your drink down on the table.

Vegeta looks massively uncomfortable and you swear you see the hint of a blush focused on the tops of his cheeks. He grunts and looks away, “I just mean that you give much effort for those who do not belong to you. Don’t think too hard about it.”

“Thank you,” you repeat, this time in a sincere tone. You smile and reach across the space between your chairs to put your hand on his knee. “That’s sweet, Vegeta.”

He scoffs, yanking his knee away as if you’d burned him, “I said not to think too hard about it.”

“I don’t understand you Saiyans,” you muse, leaning back in your seat and choosing not to be offended by his behavior. “Is Saiayan culture that much different from that of us humans?”

Vegeta’s interest is piqued and you can tell by the subtle movement of his head so he can barely glance at you out of the corner of his eyes. He licks his lips and leans forward, lacing his gloved fingers together. 

“Yes and no,” he answers as if it were the simplest thing he could have said. He clears his throat, “Saiyans do get married and have families, just the same as Earthlings. Obviously, our main goal is to better ourselves through fighting. We did not have jobs, and currency was never created given that most things were bartered for in lieu of earning money. We did not celebrate frivolous things such as birthdays. On our planet, you never knew which day would be your last, and it didn’t make sense to celebrate another year of life when you could die at any moment.”

You listen, not sure if you’ve ever heard the Saiyan Prince speak in so many sentences. The wash of warm, orange color makes his tan skin appear golden, dark hair shining as the wind rustles against his body. A grin tugs on your lips, “Are there any human norms that you enjoy?”

“Dancing,” he answers too quickly.

Vegeta swallows thickly, his throat bobbing, and he can hardly look at you. He makes a growling noise at the back of his throat and you swear that he’s going to pretend he never admitted his truth out loud. 

You’ve grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him to the garden before he has the chance.

“You foul woman!” he snaps, trying to pry his hand from your grip. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he’s surprised at the vigor with which you have his arm trapped.

You laugh and turn to look at him, taking his other hand and putting them on your waist, “Don’t be a wimp, Vegeta. Dance with me.”

“I’m not a wimp.” He scoffs, squinting his eyes as he looks away from you. 

Your hands rest against his neck and you step closer, the gap between you hardly platonic. Your whole body warms at the feel of his touch - his Saiyan blood makes his skin hot. The tips of your fingers brush against the base of his neck, his hair splayed between your palms.

“I know,” you tell him. 

The two of you sway to the music playing back at the party, hardly able to see any of the others. You’re sure that this is the only reason Vegeta doesn’t punt you across the field and swear never to see you again.

“I’d like to hear more about the Saiyans,” you speak, looking up at him.

His hands have gone slack against your waist, palms warm on the base of your back. He’s no longer rigid and firm, the familiarity of your body close giving him some sort of safety despite the awkward situation.

The song ends and he squeezes your waist before stepping back, “I’ll tell you about them sometime.”

You swear your eyes cross as he walks away from you, heading back towards the party, leaving your body effervescent like little champagne bubbles are popping in your belly.

-

“I swear, realizing that Goku hasn’t even kissed Chi-Chi is absolutely bananas!” you snort, sipping on your drink, the alcohol warm against your mouth. You look up at the night sky, the bonfire crackling in front of you. Your feet dip into the sand of the beach, waves gently crashing on the shore and tickling your toes. 

“Bananas?” Vegeta questions, tilting his head like a confused animal. He licks his lips and puts the bottle on the ground. “I swear, Earth-woman, you never cease to confuse me with your words.”

You suck your lip between the bite of your teeth as you consider him in the firelight. He’s casual now, his armor tucked away in the training room to be cleaned and repaired. He’s wearing a pair of navy blue sweats and a Capsule Corp. t-shirt, muscles bulging against the fabric. 

“It’s just insane to me that despite being raised on Earth, he still doesn’t understand the customs. I mean, you can at least use the excuse that you’re a Saiyan and you weren’t here for the majority of your life. It makes sense for you to cling tightly to the customs of your people,” you twirl your glass, the clear liquid begging you to loosen your lips. “I would cling to them to if I were the last of my kind.”

Vegeta grows quiet, eyes boring into the flames in front of him. He swallows thickly and you watch as his throat bobs noticeably. A gentle turn of his head and he’s looking you in the eyes now, “I do miss my tail, some days. It was such a sacred thing as a Saiyan.”

“Crossing tails with one another was how you showed affection on your world, wasn’t it?” you ask quietly, fingers wrapped around the glass in your palms. You take a deep breath, “That’s kind of the same thing as holding hands here on Earth.”

His eyes grow dark, darker than you thought possible. Now you’re wondering if crossing tails meant much more than affection. You suck in a breath through your mouth, lips parted, “I-well, we strange mortals show affection in weird ways, I know. Touching, kissing, hugging.”

“Saiyans hold one another just the same as humans do,” he snaps, a dark color on his cheeks. Vegeta seems to be holding his breath before he speaks next, “It’s the kissing that I have not understood in my time here. Your mouths are what you use to eat, why would touching them together give you pleasure?”

You can’t help the tipsy giggle that splits your lips, “You’ve obviously never kissed anyone before.”

“W-Well of-of course not!” he stutters, eyes wide as he backpedals. “I don’t make it a habit to go around smacking mouths with humans!”

You lean across the arm of your chair, tucking your feet underneath your thighs, “Would you like to?”

The alcohol is making your mind wander to just how good his mouth would feel all over you, his strong arms holding you in place while he kisses you. You feel the warmth of a blush creep up your neck onto your cheeks and you wonder if one of his Saiyan gifts is to read minds. 

His lack of response makes you nervous and so you can’t stop what comes out of your mouth next even though it’s a total bluff, “I don’t mean because I want to, I just mean to give you some practice. You don’t want to kiss your first girl for real without a little context. I’m just trying to help out a friend.”

“Tch!” he spats, “We are not friends.”

You try not to let that hurt your feelings too much. Instead, you play it cool and shrug it off, reclining back in your chair and crossing your legs at the ankles. You smirk over the rim of your glass, raising a brow, “So you’re nervous about kissing, then?”

You think you can play to his Saiyan side, the side that is prideful and arrogant, and challenge it. 

“I-why I never!” Vegeta clenches his fists, sitting up straight so he’s closer to you, his knees almost brushing against the edge of your chair. “How dare you call me nervous? You think I am a coward?!” 

You chuckle and suck down the rest of your drink, the alcohol flowing straight to your head. What you say next you’d never say sober to a warrior prince like Vegeta: “Well, are you?”

A spark lights in his eyes and you’re not sure if he’s impressed or pissed. Your answer comes when he wraps a bare palm around your neck and pulls you forward to press his mouth to yours. A gentle whimper passes through your teeth and you feel him smirking into your lips. 

The tips of your fingers dance across his thigh and chest, one palm on either part of his body. You are firm with your mouth, kissing him openly as he pushes back against you with his body, his pectorals brushing over your chest.

You manage to untuck yourself from him before you allow your inhibitions to allow you down a path you’re not sure Vegeta will follow. You lick your lips as you sit back from him, hands in your lap. You consider him for a moment under your hooded eyes, the alcohol doing a number on your imagination.

“So you’re not a coward,” you shrug nonchalantly, managing a smirk despite the toiling emotions rolling around in your belly. You stand in spite of wanting to crawl atop his lap and stay there all night, your hands shaking with desire. With one final glance over your shoulder, you speak, “How good to know.”

The look on the Saiyan’s face is like nothing you’ve ever seen.

But you really want to see it again.

-

Ever since that drunken night on Bulma’s beach, Vegeta has been different. 

The Saiyan was never one for gentleness or humility, but you’re starting to see cracks in his emotional armor with every day that passes.

It starts with silently bringing you a cup of coffee in the mornings. And then it grows into stopping by your office when he’s done training in the gravity room or with Goku. Sometimes you’re there and sometimes you’re not, but he always has a good excuse to stop in your door even if just for a moment or two. He doesn’t stay long, but enough that you begin to catch on.

And then when you’re out one afternoon collecting ingredients for Chi-Chi, a more obvious display of his intentions occurs and everything clicks for you.

You get cat-called. It’s not abnormal for you. You just flip a quick finger to the guy and keep walking. However, he doesn’t refrain from making a comment about one of your body parts that makes Vegeta go bright red.

“Hey, you piece of garbage!” Vegeta balls his fists and stalks towards the man, eyes threatening to glow a bright shade of blue with every step. “What did you say to her?”

You call his name and step forward, your hand touching his shoulder. He shakes you off and says something intense under his breath, something you believe in the Saiyan native language. 

The man begins stuttering, tears gathering in his eyes as he cowers away from the Prince. Vegeta smirks and raises his hand, “And who says I should spare your weak, pathetic excuse of a life? This is what you spend your time doing? Speaking foully of people, trying to get a rise from them with your disgusting words?!”

“I-I, uh, I-I’m sorry miss,” he starts stuttering, backing away as Vegeta stalks closer.

As much as you want to see Vegeta’s fist go clear through this guy’s eye socket, you reach up and touch him on the shoulder once again, your other palm pressed to his hip, “Hey, ‘Geta, let’s go, okay?”

“Wh-What?” he stutters, turning to look at you over his shoulder. 

You nod, “C’mon, the cold stuff will get hot out here in the sun. Let’s go home.”

And somehow his defense of your honor, per say, turns into him practically claiming you in any and all situations. When you’re out at a local bar, he throws an arm around your shoulders or your waist, particularly when he notices another person’s eyes groping over your body.

Bulma sidles up next to you at the bar when you leave the pack to order drinks, “Looks like Prince Vegeta has a crush.”

She winks at you and you turn bright red. You shake your head and ask for another beer just in case, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh shut up,” she laughs. Bulma sips on her fruity drink complete with a little pink umbrella, winking at you over the rim of the glass. “You and I both know that Vegeta is just jealous that anyone else gets to look at you. You should do something about that.”

“He’s a big boy,” you tell her with a shrug, taking a gentle drag of your drink. You turn back to see Vegeta’s eyes searching for something in the crowd and your heart jumps when you think he might be looking for you. You turn back to Bulma before you can catch his eye, “If he wants me, he can tell me.”

-

It takes another few weeks before you finally draw up the courage to call the Saiyan out. He’s got his arm around your shoulders and you find yourself leaning into him like you’ve been doing this for your whole lives and you can’t help it when the word why slips past your lips. 

He turns to look down at you, eyes wide in shock at the simple question. His arm goes stiff but you grasp him by the wrist, anchoring him to you even though you know he could push you to the side if he wished.

“Why do you do this to me?” you ask him, running the pad of your thumb over one of his scarred knuckles. You focus there, unable to look him in the eyes, “Why do you hold me close like this and then when it’s no longer for show, you pretend I don’t exist?”

“I do not-” Vegeta chokes on his words, shifting his body so he can face you. He swallows thickly and you feel his free arm touch you gently on the hip bone. “I do not mean for it to feel that way.”

You raise a brow and find it in yourself to look up at him. You try to keep yourself from looking sad, knowing that the prideful man in front of you would never let his guard down like this. 

“I can’t keep playing these games,” you speak slowly, hoping that he understands the nuance in your words. You roll your lips against one another and sigh, “I feel like one moment you care and the next you don’t. So am I imagining things?”

He is not quick to respond, but he doesn’t recoil from you. Instead, his hands find purchase against your body. You’re at a simple cook out at Bulma’s, and no one is approaching either of you, so you can have this small moment to yourselves. You’re still surprised that despite calling him out for his actions, he is still clinging onto you. 

“No,” he murmurs, voice rough. Vegeta licks his lips and takes a deep breath as if he were preparing to go to war. “I do not understand your Earth-customs for mating. They make little sense to me, and even less when I ask Bulma for assistance in understanding.”

You tilt your head and look up at him, your fingers wanting so desperately to roam over his armor. You can’t help the grin on your face when you realize that he’s asked Bulma for dating advice.

“I know I don’t have a tail,” you say with a gentle giggle, “but maybe we can do something similar?”

Vegeta seems to understand, you’re recalling the conversation you had on the beach. He reaches out with one hand to grasp your own, lacing your fingers together. You swear you see the smallest of smiles take root at the edges of his mouth, threatening to lighten his intensity in even the slightest. 

You lean into him and for a moment he allows you to, and you bask in the few seconds of pure bliss. 

He leans away, extracting himself from you as if he were burnt with embarrassment, “Remind me to show you the way Saiyans express attraction later.”

“Why later?” you ask, leaning your hip into his to keep close.

Vegeta smirks, running his thumb over your lower lip, “Because I don’t foresee it being appropriate in front of all of these people.”

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Shonen Jump Rap Cypher by Rustage

Lyrics below the cut

If anyone wants to break down some lines that you think not everyone will get, please feel free!

Monkey D. Luffy- One Piece (Performed by Rustage)

Starting with the number one, hey

How’d a pirate get this long, hey

‘Cause I eat the gum-gum, see them run run

when I hit that gun, hey

Sailin’ I’m taking no breaks when my crew’s on the move as we pillage the grand line

Looting the treasure we can find

I’m blowing up like a landmine

Going gear second, I reckon that I’m a weapon

I’m wrecking up those who threaten in messing with my own brethren

Stay reppin’ look where I’m headin’

No question the Yonkos sweatin’

I’m bettin’ in words I’m yellin’

I’m the king and there’s no forgettin’, UH

Gon Freecss- Hunter x Hunter (Performed by Fabvl)

I’ll jump the competition, really there’s no contest

Channeled future Nen and most of y’all ain’t even bomb yet

It’s nonsense

Pro exams completed as a child

Hisoka, I think these clowns are living in denial

So don’t make me power up, I’ll call the thunder at my right hand

If you want the strongest Shonen, then you called the right man

They might stan

Treat you all like Pitou, it won’t take long

Name is Gon and this time, I’mma make sure that you stay gone

Naruto Uzumaki- Naruto (Performed by None Like Joshua)

Oh, better believe it’s Naruto

Who’s the best hero? All of you know

My legacy is happening, I got a type of running named after me

while you’re slow

Can’t keep up with my chakra flow

Except Hinata, I’m her Ho

Kage

All I did was call her and I told her to come over ‘cause my parents are not home

Out of these ninjas, you can watch my dub

Even all my filler is so far above

When it comes to Boruto, why y’all givin’ up

like I did with simpin’ on Sakura?

Killer B’s rapping, but I get the encore

With the power that I bring, I don’t really want yours

‘Cause I came from the swing, everybody shunned more

Now you’re looking at the king of this Jump Force

Yami Yugi- Yu-Gi-Oh! (Performed by Connor Quest!)

I’mma master, you be

practice newbies

That’s a doozy

for Yami Yugi

Puzzle did something like a hadron tunnel

‘cause now I got Atem through me

Champ of the match see fans fawn, no matter what hand’s drawn

I’m kicking up dust, metal tanks in land form

When we d-d-d-d-duel there’s sandstorms

Cards are flippin’ I need an answer quick

and I might find my Dark Magician

If I wish, and believe hard enough in the heart that’s in ‘em

(Heart of the cards)

I see Seto’s fear

Pull the fifth part of Exodia

Guess it’s all came to a head, so clear

that your deck’s gonna get X’d, oh dear!

Asta- Black Clover (Performed by Eddie Rath)

Welcome to the magic

It’s a tale that’s tragic

Filled with a pain that’s harder than plastic

especially when you discover you don’t have it

When I started I was less than amazing

But now that I’ve been chosen by the Grimoir, I’m rising to the occasion in a blazing flame of

Magic

Ain’t no Hocus Pocus and Abracadabra

Not a wizard you joke with

This is not Gandalf the Grey, but you shall not pass hopeless

Better be ferocious

Was the poorest orphan living in darkness

but now that I’m focused, I be thanking all my hardships

Ichigo Kurosaki- Bleach (Performed by IBDL)

Uh, hittin’ back with that Bankai

Got that power like I came out of the Dangai

Pops passed the torch; now I’m the fam’s Don guy

Think you Aizen, but you lookin’ like that Don guy

Y’all like Soifon, your raps barely sting

My bars are Getsuga Tensho, got that masterful swing

They say, it ain’t over til the fat lady sings

But you’ll know it’s really over when that black lady sings

Koro-sensei- Assassination Classrom (Performed by CDawgVA)

Mach speed

Blow up the moon and now I’m making these children write essays

Comin with tentacles teach you a lesson in why you don’t mess with the sensei

I amaze

Used to be the Reaper, now I run this class

I can turn a loser to assassin, do it real fast

Light Yagami- Death Note (Performed by Zach Boucher)

I think I’ve been out of my head

Gift was given, made some poor decisions, that I wish I didn’t, but I’d do it again

Feeling different, I was on a mission to achieve my vision with a page and a pen

Sit and listen to the words I’ve written

I ain’t even finished ‘til I see that they’re dead

Don’t even try to pretend

There’s no malicious intent

Stay in my thoughts, stick to the morals I’ve got,

and kill everyone who is not

Just never get caught, ‘til every criminal rots

They’ll consider me as a god

At whatever cost, that’s how I excel

Cannot be stopped, even if I fell

I’m taking them off if you couldn’t tell

I gave up a lot to give you this L

Shoyo Hinata- Haikyuu!! (Performed by Shwabadi)

Yah, here comes Hinata

When I’m on the court the enemy has got their guard up

Never gonna fall off, bet I’m gonna pop off

Way short, but I’m packing punches like a sawnoff

Hot like a sauna, this ball of fire don’t know nada

but I’m gonna chase desire to go farther

every jump will take me higher

They put walls up, so I had to learn to fly

Putting up points, spiking it, or clearing the way

Best decoy, got a little something to say

to anyone that doubts that I’m here to stay

Only got one goal, that’s to play the game

Underestimated, I’m the ace, you just wait

when I spike it past the net, you might take it to the face

Izuku “Deku” Midoriya- My Hero Academia (Performed by Divide Music)

Coming in with 100% of me

I got you all trembling

Oh just with a flick of a finger

put you back where you’re supposed to be

I’m not, holding back

I got you so calculated. I’m

one step ahead, One for All gon’ be demonstrated

Get it? Got it? Good.

Nothing better and you should know

Started at the bottom

but I made it to the top so

Step aside, I’m climbing to great heights

with All-Might by my side

Reppin’ U.A. with pride, oh

Yusuke Urameshi- Yu Yu Hakusho (Performed by GameBoyJones)

Giving you the finger, Spirit Gun

Send you off with Botan, then you done

Hit you with the stick, and I didn’t need a grip when I’m pulling from the hip, then click!

Because I’m, locked loaded, the clip is ready to go

Got a, shotgun in my hand that’s ‘bout to blow

Cause I’m hittin’ you quick fast

givin’ you whiplash

wearing these Spirit Cuffs

You could be human or demon, cause honestly, I just don’t give a fuck

If you’re looking for the best, just know there’s no other

‘cause I’m flexing out here like I’m the youngest Toguro brother

Gintoki Sakata- Gintama (Perfomed by Shao Dao)

They call me, Gintoki, slim not stocky

Lemme Shonen Jump on your leg and your body

Odd Job Gin, don’t mess with my possee

If you touch my hair, then you will be sorry

Ne, boge (Hey, bloke)

Nanikore, uruseena (what is this? Not good.)

Cause you’re way too sloppy

Got a silver soul, Shiroyasha

Swing my sword and Amanto scatter

Gintama, not Kintama

Tell Shinpachi we need money

If Kagura or Katsura bring more trouble, we keep running

Pay rent? That’s a waste of time

That weather girl, I will make her mine

You can beat me up and that’s fair and fine

But if you hurt my friends, then prepare to die

Tanjiro Kamado- Demon Slayer (Performed by DizzyEight)

Look, slayin’ demons that’s what we do

If you filled with evil, then my blade is highly lethal

If you comin’ at my people, pray to god I never meet you

Ever mess with Nez, you KO’d when I see you

I’ve grown stronger from that fateful day they found me

I trained hard to hone the skill, the progression so astounding

My style like breathing water, that mean you can never drown me

Whirlpool, that mean I’m slicin’ everything around me

Emma- The Promised Neverland (Performed by FrivolousShara)

E-M-M-A 63194

Listen to what I’ve gotta say

The others walked, seems now we’ve gotta run away

Don’t you talk, adults are the enemy

You can break every bone in my body, I won’t falter

and if the plan fails, the idea simply alters

Ah, these demons scheming, but they ain’t the only monsters

Our combined IQ breaks the safe, strength in numbers

Now we’ve woken from the slumber

Never ending perfect Summers

Across the farm, you can’t help but wonder

Soma Yukihira- Food Wars! (Performed by DiggzDaProphecy)

See I’m the anime Raekwon

The chef baby, stay calm

You can’t stand the heat

Stay out the kitchen, get a day job

Word, and the finale’s superb

I take a sec, put on my band, an’ I’ll be happy to serve, uh

So ma, tell me what you like and I can hook it up

Ya boy’s got them recipes the best couldn’t cook it up

And she gon’ bust from the taste of my meat

Chef, boy are these boys always cookin’ up heat

Jotaro Kujo- Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (Performed by Dreaded Yasuke)

It’s my go, they call me Jotaro

Don’t get me mad, I’mma go fat only with jabs you go through silos

Got that drip from Cairo, girls will simp my silhouette

I know think it’s a typo fighting with a platinum psycho

None of y’all is a threat

What you gotta say in your breath

Better speak with a bigger chest

Now you lyin’ down with my pet,

while Iggy piss on your neck

All types of disrespect, what you expect?

Go against a vet, better get your techs

wanna get swept through the complex,

now who is next?

Bobobo- Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo (Performed by BassedOlaf w/ ThighHighSenpai)

Bobobo making the foes stare

Call me the master of nose hair

Look at the hair on the heads of these anime characters,

brother, it’s no fair

But I’m better than these guys, don’t you understand?

I came second place at screaming face-to-face with desk fans

Afro is full of surprises, look at my power’s immense

Leaving beauty screaming-

(Bobobo, that makes no sense!)

Hunting hair hunters, Saitama, I’m coming for you

Don Patch a better Super Saiyan God than Goku

Son Goku- Dragon Ball (Performed by DaddyPhatSnaps)

Oh they went and called Kakarot

had to be danger

Leave em flat-footed like they in the gravity chamber

I’m just looking for a challenge, can you battle me stranger?

Shonen legend in the saddle and the power is major

Level up on the track, flow Ultra Instinct

Bye bye bye fusion dance is always in sync

Wink

And they wonder why I’m last on the song

‘Cause when all of y’all were talking

I just formed a Spirit Bomb

#Shonen Jump #Rap #hip-hop #hip-hop lyrics #One Piece #Hunter x Hunter #Naruto #Yu-Gi-Oh #Black Clover #Bleach #Assassination Classroom #Death Note #Haikyuu!! #My Hero Academia #Boku no Hero Academia #MHA #BNHA #Yu Yu Hakusho #YYH #Gintama #Demon Slayer #Kimetsu no Yaiba #KNY #The Promised Neverland #TPN #Food Wars! #Shokugeki no Soma #SnS #Jojo's Bizarre Adventure #JJBA

[staysocky]

answering a handful of asks under the cut !!

answers & replies here are generally:

brush settings

misc. responses

(MANY OF THESE I’M ANSWERING...VERY LATE.... IM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY I JUST WANTED TO WAIT A BIT SO I COULD COMPILE EVERYTHING ALL TOGETHER.....)

Anonymous said: Hello friend may I ask about your brush settings? Because I am in love with your colouring and line work!

Anonymous said: Your art is so cute! What brushes do you use?

Answer: i main SAI2 now, but here are the same settings when i was using them in the original SAI!! 

(i just copied my own settings in SAI2 now so they should work the same... also sometimes i use the marker tool for doodling nowadays)

Anonymous said: do you post speedpaints anywhere? i'd love to see your painting process! your art style is phenomenal hngh 

Anonymous said: Do you have a youtube channel? Just wondering, since I can't seem to find it. I'd like to watch some speedpaints or something .u.

Anonymous said: could do you a tutorial on how you color hair??? its so pretty and baffles me all the time

Anonymous said: Would you ever do a tutorial showing how you draw? I've see you post on how you color but not lineart (ps your style is super duper cute!!)

Anonymous said: Ayy ;3c hello stocky, your art is amazing ;; how is your process for color your drawings? Plz need to know! God bless you♥

Anonymous said: How do you color soooo well? Can I get some tips? ( ;n; )

Answer: i’ve sometimes done lil art streams for friends before! i could use the same capture software to make speedpaints sometime.... i’ve been considering it for a while actually! 

my process can be a lil sloppy when i try to break it down into steps for tutorials so i think the best way to show + explain is through art streams (& video process)... 

i was thinking of starting art streams on twitch in the near future too... it’s just when i’ll finally be able to get setup finally that i’d be able to set a streaming schedule

Anonymous said: I never played Megaman but I used to watch my older brother play it, and I finally started playing it because of your art too lmao (i love it)

Answer: MEGAMAN GOOD!!! im so glad you’re enjoying the series now too!!

Anonymous said: Socky, will you restock the sanic charms (the knuckles and tails link one) or make other characters?? i love them !

Answer: THANK YOU i’m glad u like em!! each time they sell out i do plan to restock them so no worries!! 👍 I AM AIMING TO MAKE MORE CHARMS OF OTHER SONIC CHARACTERS TOO they’ll come eventually when i’m able to make the designs & get them ordered!!

Anonymous said: ((whispers, this may have been asked before and I wasn't sure where to ask it, but what does "i tried my best x5" mean? is it a reference to something? ;;))

Answer: OH NO WORRIES I’LL CLEAR IT UP!! it’s in reference to a youtube user’s rp comments as “kagamine len”. i’ve seen it MANY years ago & at that time it became sorta an inside joke between me & my friends. 

later i referenced/used it as a response a few times on my len askblog to keep it going.

it’s a small lil thing i guess but i’ve sorta adopted the saying now haha

Anonymous said: socks r gr8 doncha think

Anonymous said: ookay im going to sleep now sorry

Answer: no come back you are valid !!

Anonymous said: your aRT gives me heARTATTACKKKS

Answer: BREATHE, ANON

Anonymous said: I JUST FOUND YOUR BLOG AND I LOVE YOUR ART STYLE! <3

Anonymous said: Wanted to say I absolutely love your art and how you draw the Kagamines. Please keep it up!

Anonymous said: HELLO I JUST. WANNA SAY I ADORE YOUR ART AND BLOGS !! KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK AND I ALSO WISH YOU ALL THE BEST !!

Anonymous said: your art makes me cry out of joy. I am actually crying because your style makes me so happy!!!! keep up the good work!! <3

Anonymous said: your artstyle. CUTE

@transjackatlas​ said: you art style is absolutely adorable 💙💚💕

@emmi-san​ said: I only wanted to say that I love your art style and the cute representations of the vocaloid songs ✨💕

@tyranart​ said: Your arts wonderful and I hope your day is full of nothing but enjoyment

@thekillermarti​ said: how do you draw so cute?!

@neykoart​ said: YOUR ARTSTYLE IS SO CUTE OH MY GOD YOUR TETO DRAWING WARMS MY HEART SO MUCH

@dumiz-hyper-saiyan​ said:  Hiya! I wanted to ask, how is your art so great!? You are so so talented (I know it’s not really a question but I love your drawings so much! I hope we can be friends cause you seem to be a amazing person!) hehe!♥️

@seraphofivorylight​ said:  (￣▽￣) i just found ur blog today and i want to say i really love how soft ur art is !! its super pleasing to look and i definitely wish i could have some of these as prints to slap onto my wall of posters ✨ keep doing ur good work !! i hope ur doing well !!

Answer: THANK YOU SO MUCHHCH!!!!! i’m glad y’all are enjoying my art u folks are the MVPs & it’s super motivating to get your nice feedback _(┐「ε:)_ 💕 💕 //sends you all my lov e

@moderndayoutsider​ said: Just thought I'd shoot a message and say that I absolutely ADORE your art and you're one of my inspirations <3 God bless! Keep on doing what you're doing! :D

Anonymous said: ahh i wana say that ive been a fan of you for years and youve inspired my own art sm T_T... bout time i told you how much i love ur stuff 💖💖💖

Anonymous said: Woah, I'm a bit new to your blog and I just want to say how cute your art is. I'm literally so glad this was on my recommended. If I hadn't clicked on your blog then I don't know where I would be. To be honest, I would send you this on my real account but I'm actually really afraid to talk to you, and plus I'm really shy heheh. But keep up the good work! You're an inspiration to us all.

Anonymous said: Hi socky!!! I just wanna drop by and say that I love ur art so so so much !! The coloring and shape of it is so appealing and sometimes I spend hours at a time on your social media just marveling your art. It's really pretty!! Keep up the good work ✨✨✨

Answer: sdfgFDGDdsf knowing that u folks are inspired by my works makes it all worth it, i hope u know (;__;💕 💕 thank you so much for sticking around & enjoying!!! it really means A LOT pleas y’all have a lovely week!!

Anonymous said: Do you take commissions?

Anonymous said: Commission?

Answer: I SORTA HAVE COMMISSIONS OPEN tho i take them by a commission form which puts you on a waitlist. i’m more active on my twitter and tweet updates, & handle most contact about them there...

here’s a link to the tweet about my current commission info + the link to the form is inside --> [comm info]

Anonymous said: Where are you from? Your art is so clean and stylish!! 💖✨

@mysticmangaanimepainter​ said: What year u start drawing???😮 

Answer: started drawing wayyy back when i was able to first hold a crayon haha. tho i sorta started paying attention to what i was doing around middle school? started drawing digitally between middle & high school iirc... im from the US also !!

AAAND AGAIN A LOT OF THESE WERE ASKED/SENT VERY LONG AGO.....  & IM SORRY FOR JUST NOW ANSWERING THEM... o+<

but to all who’s sent me nice messages & words of encouragement, thank you so much 😭💕💕💕 i rly appreciate em all & even tho i’m not very responsive here on tumblr i rly like to look at and read the messages from time to time;;;💖

#THIS IS SO LATE THERE ARE ASKS SENT FROM YEARS AGO IM SO SORRY HGFDJLHDJ #i'm not very responsive here on tumblr but i do see & love all the good feedback yall have sent!! #ask compilation #answered

[fyrapartnersearch]

Fandom Search into the New Year

Hello there, And thanks for reading this! Currently looking for more people to write with, in my free time. As I find writing, as both a way to destress from a long day, and to kill time in an enjoyable way. This post, is clearly for fandom based writing. I will list which Fandoms, and any thoughts for plot/characters we could/might include. However, everything mentioned is not needed. As we can build any idea, from the ground up. Just keep that in mind, thank you :) First, a few things about me, and such: 

I am 18+, and ask that my partners are around the same. 

I live in the East Coast (EST time zone) ; and work a part-time job. So my reply schedule varies. 

I write in 3rd Person, Past Tense. I ask my partner does the same; but I always keep in mind, mistakes do happen. Typically, I wish to stay with Canon Characters, but will mention within each Fandom specifically, if I do or not. 

Length, and such can be discussed. 

Platforms I write with include: Discord, Email. Open to others, as well. My Email, the easiest way to contact me: [email protected]

When it comes to Romance within a story, I do lean more towards FxF pairings, but also open to FxM, and MxM. But I can't do a Romance only themed story. I need other themes within. 

Any questions, feel free to ask! 

Now, onto the Fandoms,  in no real order: 

Dragon Ball: I have a few thoughts, when it comes to this Fandom. One, lingers within Universe 6, of the Dragon Ball Multiverse. Within the Sixth Universe, I'd like to adapt the Tuffle Arc, from GT. Having Cabba, Kale, and other Saiyans from said Universe dealing with this threat. No help from the Seventh, just the Sixth dealing with a problem. I do fancy Kale and Caulifa as a ship, so if we want to include that, let's! --My second thought, as a possible plot,is an AU of sorts. Dealing with Gohan, during the Buu Saga. However, the Saga doesn't go as it usually does. No Buu. Instead, Gohan gets to focus on Hero Work, as Great Saiyaman. In this, we can include any number of new villains, or include of Non-Canon Characters, as new foes for the Hero of Justice to deal with. Videl can be a key figure, trying to figure out Great Saiyaman, and perhaps become Great Saiyawoman. 

Kingdom Hearts: Another series I love. Though, when it comes to some aspects of this series, I wish things went a different way. Of course, some of those might be answered in the Re:Mind DLC, coming out soon. Though, I leave this fandom open, if we wish to dive into any moment of KH, and re-write. Sorta, a AU, What-IF story, perhaps. Or, we can dive into any game, and explore around. Kinda like how the 358/2 Days Manga did. (358/2 is my favorite title, if any one was curious.) Again, ideally, Canon characters for this Fandom.  One idea I have had for a bit, is a Final Fantasy X-2 inspired one, with the gals from KH working together on some adventure. Said Adventure, is in the air, but if you want to dive into this, awesome!

Arrow-verse/Cw DC Universe: Crisis is Here! WORLDS WILL LIVE, and WORLDS WILL DIE. Personally, really been enjoying Crisis. But, I digress. Some ideas we could go about: Creating our own Earth, within the Multiverse. -Playing with whatever characters we want, in a tale we create. -Dealing with Earth-X, and a possible Multiverse Invasion! -2040's! I love the future characters of: Mia, Conner, William, and Nora (despite what happened to her) We could set things in a AU of 2040's, and a new Trio. We would have to figure out who would be the Super-girl add in, as Nora would be the Flash add in, and Mia and her team, clearly the Arrow members. -Crisis even! If we want a different character added in, maybe from Titans, or any Earth, and want to change how Crisis was played out (from the three parts out now), we can! I am open to adapting comic characters, who haven't been within the shows yet, too! 

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: For this Fandom, I actually wish to craft our own characters, and story. As, spoilers, this is a sense of a Multiverse within Jojo. Let's go in our own. Of course, I would prefer if we keep certain names; as in Joestar. I feel one of our characters, should be a Joestar, in our own Universe. Could be the start of the Generation in our story, or already a descendant. Other Family names we could keep: Zeppeli, Brando, Kishibe, and others! But, our own versions of characters (if that makes any sense!) I'd like to have Hamon, somehow added too. I always liked Hamon, but of course Stands are all the rage. 

Star Wars (Disney Era):  So, I had just seen, The Rise of Skywalker. If you have not, no worries, no spoilers from me. Though, I will note- I did not hate or completely love it either. I am alright, with what it is, considering everything leading into production and what not.  That doesn't mean, I wouldn't do things differently. So, if anyone is interesting in some AU, within the Skywalker Saga- changing events (perhaps re-writing TROS completely,) or what not, let's start crafting. It could be our own re-write, or scrap ideas from that film all together, and create some end of the Skywalker Saga, we want. Or, if we want to dive into any moment in the universe, we can. 

Persona 5:  My favorite Persona game, given the fact I have only played P5 and games connected/involving characters from. I have watched some of P3, but I have no real interests in P4, as a friend has told me the basic summary of the game. That said, for this Fandom, I prefer to stick with the canon characters, as much as possible.  Though, plots can be anything really! Want to dive in some Redemption Arc for Akechi? Some time-loop with Akiren/Joker? Dive into some romantic tale with our Favorite Ship? (Mine is MakotoXAnn~). Crossover with another game? Maybe Kingdom Hearts? Any number of AU's? Let's chat and steal some hearts! 

A small list of others, that I don't have too much thought out about: Pokemon (Games, and Manga mostly) , Star Battlefront II (EA) , Power Rangers/Super Sentai, Marvel Comics. 

Thanks for reading! If interested, feel free to get in touch! Share any thoughts you may have! I love OOCC too! So, let's nerd out. Thanks!!!

#semipara #long term #email #pokemon rp #dc rp #submission

[elisajdb]

Life With You: XXII

Part Twenty-Two:

 Namek: Part One

 Goku exhaled as he tried to steady himself. His closed eyes flew open at the sudden pull. Pace yourself Goku told himself. Get control. His body grew taut at the sudden force. Whoo. He was so out of shape. A year ago he could pace himself, draw it out but now his out of shape body was giving up way too easily.

 A sudden jolt forced him to bury half his face in the pillow. His cast covered hands were useless. They momentarily flailed as he couldn’t get a firm grip on anything. To be this vulnerable, Goku would hate it if he was with someone he despised or didn’t trust. With someone he loved, Goku absolutely loved it.

 Hips thrust up but firm hands forced him down as relief came. Goku’s lower body felt like jelly but the rest of him felt like a satisfied cat getting that elusive itch scratched. He wasn’t completely satisfied but it was enough to tide him over until he could go there.  

 ChiChi’s petite body slid up from under the covers. She rest her head against his still rapidly rising and falling chest. “Feeling better?”

 “Yeah…. that last one did the trick.” As much as he needed some relief, Goku knew ChiChi needed it, too. It’s been a year for both. Also…. he could smell her. “Your turn.”

 “My turn?”

 His cast covered hand poked a breast. His hands couldn’t do anything but his mouth could offer some relief. “If you open your dress I can do something. If you wanna lay down or sit on me….”

 ChiChi laughed into his chest. “No. I had to hide under the covers to do this here. I’ll be too vulnerable any other way. It’s not home, Goku. Besides, you’ll be out of the hospital soon.” She snuggled against him. “It’s a couple more weeks. A month at the most. I’ll… manage.”

 During the day, Goku received visits from Master Roshi, Dr. Briefs, Gyu-Mao, Aki, Mr. Olitz and Mr. Lupp. With frequent visitors and check-ins by the nurse and doctor on staff, there wasn’t a chance for Goku and ChiChi to really talk to one another. Those moments were saved on the nights ChiChi stayed over. Tonight, a few kisses and touches led Goku to desiring something he hadn’t felt in a while. It was ironic since Goku didn’t see tonight leading to this moment after the tense talk he had with ChiChi earlier. 

A soft pillow slapped Goku across his face. “You let Vegeta go?!”

 At least it wasn’t Master Roshi’s staff. “Uh, yeah. I’ll defeat him before he hurts anyone on Earth. I promise. It’s me he wants a rematch with, ChiChi.”

 “Oh, Goku,” ChiChi groaned. “I know you’ve been hungry for a fight with a strong opponent but this is too much.”

 “I know it’s selfish but I can’t help it. I want this fight. I thought I was invincible after King Kai’s training and Vegeta showed me I wasn’t.”

 “Maybe if you didn’t spend six months running to King Kai’s place and if you had that extra month training, things would’ve been different.”

 “I don’t know,” Goku disagreed. “Vegeta was really strong.”

 ChiChi fluffed Goku’s pillow. As long as he didn’t say anything else ridiculous, ChiChi wouldn’t smack him with it again. “Look at what you’ve accomplished in five months. Imagine if you had an extra month or two. Maybe it wouldn’t have been a strain on your body to push it to Kaio Ken times four.”

 ChiChi had a point. While he lived with King Kai, even he wondered how much more training he could’ve gotten in eight months or even eleven. It took him a day to get from King Kai’s planet to the check in station with King Yemma. If he had a whole year with King Kai, his friends wouldn’t have died. He would’ve been on Earth waiting for Vegeta and Nappa.

 “Goku, did you also spare Vegeta because he’s a Saiyan like you?”

 That question threw him. “No. Why would I do that?”

 ChiChi shrugged. “After Gohan was born, you started wondering about your family. There were times you questioned your parents and where you came from. Raditz didn’t live long to tell you anything. Maybe deep down you’re hoping Vegeta will.”

 Goku snorted. He wasn’t thinking that deeply when he spared Vegeta but now that he had time to think about it, maybe he could ask Vegeta about the Saiyans. Who was he kidding? So far the Saiyan race he’s come to know were evil, blood thirsty people. There wasn’t anything redeeming about them. “Maybe it’s a good thing that meteor destroyed my birth planet. Maybe the universe is a better place without Saiyans.”

 “Maybe but you have to come to terms to what your people were.” ChiChi caught Goku’s curious stare. “Oh, you can say you’re a Saiyan raised on Earth to distance yourself from them; to exclude yourself from what Saiyans have done but you still have to accept your people, Goku.”

 “How can I accept people who were ruthless murderers, ChiChi?” Goku argued. “My brother kidnapped our son. Even when I showed him mercy, he double crossed me.”

 “I’m not saying you should condone what they’ve done but because of their ways, you were sent to Earth. You came into my life and we created a family. Everyone has a past they are not proud of or have that family skeleton in the closet you want to ignore but we have to accept it. My father wasn’t always a good man. I was very angry, embarrassed and guilty when I learned all the wicked things he did. It took a long time for me to accept my heritage.”

 “Guilty?” Goku questioned. “But you didn’t do anything.”

 “I know but I still felt guilt for what he did. Maybe you don’t feel guilt for what Saiyans have done but you do feel anger you come from a race that have done so many wicked things when you have spent your life doing the opposite. Why else do you say you’re a Saiyan raised on Earth if not to distance yourself from what they did?”

 ChiChi and King Kai were the only ones he talked to about being a Saiyan. With King Kai, Goku expressed curiosity in Saiyan culture but he always emphasized he’s happy to have grown up on Earth. Leave it to ChiChi to pierce the heart of the matter. “You know me well. But I can’t accept myself as simply ‘Saiyan’ right now. Maybe some time in the future but not now.”

 “I know,” ChiChi understood. Going through a similar experience herself, she knew time was needed. With that settled, ChiChi moved on to another topic. “I still think it’s foolish you let Vegeta go. Didn’t going soft on Raditz teach you anything? You lost your life and year from your family.”

 “I know but it was worth it that I met King Kai.”

 ChiChi slapped him across his face with the pillow again. “It’s not worth it you lost a year from us!”

 “No, but I did get stronger. I thought I reached my limit but King Kai pushed me further. Now that I fought Vegeta, I know I can go even higher. I’m probably nowhere near my limit, ChiChi. I need to keep training until I reach it.”

 Reach his limit? “You’re already the strongest in the world, Goku. What are you trying to prove?”

 “Being the strongest on Earth ain’t enough, ChiChi. I need to be stronger.”

 “As in the universe?” What unattainable goal was Goku trying to reach? “That’s impossible, Goku.”

 “It’s not impossible if you think it can happen and I know it can, ChiChi.”

 This was madness, ChiChi thought. “It can’t, Goku. We’re now discovering there’s life on other planets. That means there are people different from us; there could be people stronger than you.”

 “Then I’ll get stronger than them.”

 “But, Goku—”

 “I have to be stronger!” Goku snapped. “I can’t protect you and Gohan when I’m weak like this! That fight with Vegeta shouldn’t have ended like it did. I should’ve defeated him without breaking my body! I wasn’t strong enough to defeat Raditz on my own and he took Gohan! I wasn’t strong enough to defeat Vegeta on my own! I’m still stuck in this hospital because I’m weak, and since I’m weak, Gohan has to go in space without us. Bulma and Krillin will look out for him but I should be with him! I hate feeling weak and no one’s gonna stop me from getting stronger!”

 It wasn’t often Goku yelled and ranted but when he did, ChiChi listened. She heard everything he said; understood his helpless. She had similar feelings when her husband and son were away from her. She understood Goku’s need to be stronger but he was desiring for the impossible in her eyes.  

 “To be the strongest in the universe, that’s almost godlike status, Goku. That’s not you. You’re not an Earthling but you are still a mortal. You can bleed, get hurt and die like us. This desire to be the strongest, this thirst for a fight is the Saiyan in you. Maybe you’re getting closer to accepting your heritage sooner than you thought.”

 Goku wasn’t sure about that. He still saw himself as a ‘Saiyan raised on Earth’ and not ‘Saiyan.’ ChiChi was worrying over nothing.

 Goku poke his head outside his hospital room. He spotted a couple of nurses sitting at the nursing station. He couldn’t leave this way. He thought with it being five in the morning they wouldn’t be here. He closed the door, leaned against it and sighed. He had to get out of here. Thirty days in the hospital. Goku knew he healed enough for a real training session. Since walking out of the hospital was no good, he’ll sneak out the window with Nimbus.

 It was the sound of the phone ringing that woke ChiChi from her sleep. She went to bed late after spending hours preparing meals she will take to the hospital. Her face pressed against the pillow as a hand slipped out of bed to answer the ringing phone. ChiChi pulled the receiver to her ear. “Hello?” she mumbled. ChiChi listened to the woman on the other end spoke. “Mm-hmm,” she sleepily responded.  

 ChiChi’s eyes flew open. She immediately sat up. “How long has he been gone?!” ChiChi’s hand tightened on the phone. “I’ll find him and I’ll bring him back!”

 ChiChi slammed the phone down so hard it bounced. “That foolish man,” ChiChi snarled. “Breaking out of the hospital so he can train? He’s gonna need those dragon balls after I’m done with him!!”

 Dawn broken over the horizon an hour ago. He should’ve returned to the hospital but Goku refused. Initially, he enjoyed the freedom of being out but after testing his body, Goku was also disappointed.

 “This is pathetic. I know I’m still recovering but I should be stronger than this.”

 Without his bandages, he was flexible but slow. His bones weren’t broken but his body was still sore. There were spasms that flared up but the pain was temporarily. After thirty days in the hospital, Goku expected to be in better shape than this. He wasn’t going back to the hospital until he got a proper workout.  

 “Goku!”

 Uh-oh. That voice. Goku looked up to see ChiChi flying down on Nimbus. He was a dead man. ChiChi got upset with him when she caught him exercising in the hospital. Breaking out to train guaranteed his death.

 “How did you find me?”

 ChiChi stepped off Nimbus. She smirked as she patted his cloud. “Your friend brought me here.”

 Goku slapped his forehead. He didn’t think ChiChi would use Nimbus to find him. He didn’t think Nimbus would betray him.

 “Goku, are you crazy?! You escaped the hospital! You’re not recovered from your injuries!”

 “I’m going crazy lying in bed all day, ChiChi. It’s been a month! Bulma’s Dad should have my ship ready any day now. He told me it will get me to Namek in six days so I need to be ready to go when he’s finished.”

 ChiChi knew all about that but it wasn’t justification for Goku to break out of the hospital. “Then wait for the senzu beans to be ready! You’re only making your recovery longer training while you’re still hurt.” She grabbed his arm. “Come on! We’re going back!”

 Goku broke from ChiChi’s grasp. “No! I can’t leave yet, ChiChi. Just pretend you didn’t see me. Give me an hour or two to test myself out. Please!!”

 Goku expected ChiChi to yell at him, force him on Nimbus and drag him back to the hospital kicking and screaming. Instead, she smirked again and crossed her arms over her chest.

 When ChiChi smirked, Goku knew he was in serious trouble.

 “All right, Goku. I’ll make a deal with you. If you can defeat me, I’ll let you train.”

 Wait, what?

 Goku blinked. Surely he heard wrong. “You want me to spar with you?” ChiChi nodded. “You’re not joking. You mean it?” ChiChi’s second nod left Goku laughing at her. “That’s not fair, ChiChi.”

 His laugh annoyed her. “Think you’ll defeat me?”

 “Well….” Wasn’t it obvious? “Yeah.”

 “You’re still weak,” she pointed out to him, “and I’ve gotten stronger in the last year. I’ll be more of a challenge than you think.”

 Goku laughed again. ChiChi was overconfident as always. It reminded him of their first fight. “So, once I defeat you, you’ll let me train? You promise you won’t stop me?”

 “Yes.”

 This should be fun. He and ChiChi haven’t sparred together in a year. Sure, he was still injured but he was confident he had enough strength in him to defeat his wife. He can measure where he stands in terms of strength with this match. This was a win in more ways than one.

 “On three.” Goku prepared himself. “One… two…” As expected, ChiChi started before he said three. She always did that; jumping a second early in hopes of getting the upper hand. It never worked.

 This time was different.

 ChiChi’s speed was unexpected. So were the string of slaps across his face with the final one sending Goku flying back several feet. Before he could get his bearings, ChiChi was hot on his tail, using Nimbus to fly to him.

 Goku blocked her punch but not her kick to his gut. Either he was weaker than he thought or ChiChi really did get stronger. Maybe it’s a combination of both. That kick to his stomach rattled his entire body.

 Though slow in his reflexes, Goku quickly picked up ChiChi’s strategy. ChiChi relied on a distraction to get the upper hand and speed with the rest.

 It worked. With his weakened strength and slower reflexes, he wasn’t moving fast enough to block all of ChiChi’s strikes and ChiChi wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down. A flurry of punches and kicks struck his chest, legs and back. Goku jumped in the air using a familiar tactic during their first match. Goku expected ChiChi to jump in the sky. Unlike her, he could maintain flight. ChiChi could get a few hits in but she’ll have to come down while he stayed in the air. When she jumped again, Goku would use the same technique he used to defeat her. From his height, he will create enough wind in his punch that’ll slam her to the ground. It’ll hurt and he hated that but it will be enough for submit ChiChi to defeat.

 Once again, Goku underestimated ChiChi. Instead of jumping in the air, ChiChi used Nimbus to fly to him.

 “What the….” He blocked what would’ve been a direct punch to his face but missed the kick to his side. How did she learn to move so fast? How did ChiChi enable herself to use Nimbus so fluidly? He helped her fly Nimbus but ChiChi was still timid at times. Now she used his cloud as a weapon. She circled him and slipped in sneak attacks. He blocked a few but the hits she got on him were painful. Raw instinct told him to strike back but Goku couldn’t. As many times as they sparred, as many times ChiChi told him to not go easy, Goku never hit her. He always won dodging and blocking ChiChi’s strikes or subduing her by pinning her arms, legs or body on the ground or against his.

 Fighting in the sky was more of an advantage for ChiChi and not him so Goku returned to the ground. At least the playing field was even. ChiChi must’ve thought so, too, for after a round of blocks from him she nailed a high front kick that perfectly hit Goku’s chin and sent him soaring in the sky. The blow was painful and left Goku feeling he had no choice but to strike back. He’ll go easy. One hit will daze her enough for him to pin her down until she gave up.

 “…..hame…..”

 What? Goku caught himself in midflight. ChiChi was flying towards him on Nimbus. Her hands. No. She couldn’t be.

 “Ha….me…..”

 A ball of energy formed in ChiChi’s hands. She knew how to create one but this wave was the biggest he’s seen from ChiChi. He could also feel the Ki behind it. It was never this strong from her before. ChiChi wasn’t bluffing. She really did train hard in this year alone!

 “HA!” ChiChi thrust the Kamehameha Wave on Goku at full force.

 “Oh, sh—”Goku put his hands out to catch the wave. He pushed back to revert it but ChiChi wasn’t budging. Dammit! His competitive blood was stirring. He could not lose this match! He summoned his hidden reserves. If he lost, then he couldn’t train until the senzu beans were ready. Thirty days already passed. How much longer would he have to wait?  

 Yes! Yes! He could feel it! ChiChi was falling back. She exerted herself with that speed attack earlier.

 “Give up!” Goku didn’t want to her hurt. He didn’t want ChiChi attacked by her own Kamehameha Wave.

 “You give up!” ChiChi yelled back. “You’re too injured to fight. You’re gonna hurt yourself!”

 Oh, she was stubborn. He was, too. He pushed back harder showing ChiChi he had the upper hand in this. As soon as ChiChi felt the power of the wave, she pull back. She’ll give up. At least he hoped so.

 ChiChi refused to give up. Catching her own second wind, ChiChi shoved the wave back at Goku. The wave edged closer to consuming him. This woman. She was frustrating him but boiling his competitive blood at the same time. It was exciting but infuriating to think he might lose. Digging deeper, Goku scraped the bottom of his reserves and retaliated. Yes. He could feel ChiChi falling back again. Victory was his.

 The first spasm shot up his right arm. The second went up his back into his neck. It was paralyzing; his strength dropped enough for ChiChi to gain victory and push her Kamehameha Wave on him in a direct attack that swallowed him whole.

 Goku felt the Kamehameha Wave burn through his body. His screamed echoed over the mountainous terrain as his skin and insides burned. ChiChi had full control of the wave. She used enough of the power from the wave to hurt him but not kill him.

 Goku’s body plummet to the ground. There was nothing he could do to stop himself from slamming against the rocky pavement hard. Luckily, ChiChi jumped in the air, caught him in her arms and brought him down for a smooth landing.

 ChiChi held Goku in her lap as she waited for Goku to recover. Even though the fighting was over, Goku wouldn’t admit defeat. He pulled himself out of ChiChi’s grasp and stepped away from her. “I’m….not giving…up…” he slurred and stumbled. He couldn’t admit defeat. Losing meant he couldn’t fight anymore. Losing meant he will have to wait for the senzu beans. “I will…..” He fell forward and crashed into ground face first.

 ChiChi was at his side immediately. She turned Goku over and rest his head in her lap. “I’m sorry,” ChiChi apologized in a whispered apology, “but it was for your own good.”

 Seeing ChiChi’s soothing gaze, feeling her fingers caress his face, Goku’s exhausted and frustrated face turned into a smile. Oh, well. It was an uncontested defeat. He couldn’t be angry. ChiChi was right. He was pushing himself too far. Perhaps, he should feel embarrassed his wife defeated him but he felt the opposite.

 He was proud and aroused.

 His hand cupped the back of ChiChi’s neck. He pulled her down to press her lips against his. ChiChi allowed the kiss but pulled back before he wanted her to. “You’re so strong,” he slurred while caressing her neck. “How did ya…..”

 “Without a husband and son to care for, I had a lot of time on my hands,” ChiChi was happy Goku wasn’t angry at his loss. “I remembered our lessons and applied myself. I trained and pushed myself when I wanted to stop. I even climbed Korin’s Tower. I thought if I found Gohan I would use my new strength on Piccolo.”

 Goku pulled her down again for another kiss. “Korin’s Tower,” Goku repeated when ChiChi broke from him. “You climb…?”

“I did.”

 Goku grinned. “I like it. My wife is so strong.”

 Goku pulled ChiChi to him for a third kiss but she stopped him. Goku was delirious and needed treatment. ChiChi retrieved a capsule from her pocket and tossed it. An airship appeared from the puff of smoke. “Come on, Goku.” ChiChi picked up her husband. She carried him inside the ship. “Let’s get back to the hospital.”

 The sofa of the airship was reclined. ChiChi thought it would be more comfortable for Goku to lie here than on the floor. As she prepared to strap Goku in, Goku grabbed ChiChi by the collar of her dress and yank her down on him.

 “Goku! What…..” Her lips collided with his; one arm came around her waist while the other gripped her backside to massage her front against his. ChiChi’s eyes grew wide, her cheeks flush as she felt what Goku wanted. What was Goku thinking?!

 ChiChi broke the kiss. She pulled up only to have Goku pull her down again. “Goku,” ChiChi froze as she caught the raw need in his eyes. That look. She knew that look. When he looked like that… No! No she told herself. They couldn’t do this. “Have some decency!” she gripped his chest and pulled up. “You’re still recovering!” One hand reached up to open her cheongsam. ChiChi slapped his face. “Stop that!”

The slap aroused Goku even more. Such fiery spirit in his wife. “Ah, ChiChi, you know how I get when we spar.” He tugged the front clip of her bra. Her breasts bounced free. “Let’s fool around before we go back. We haven’t in a year.”

 ChiChi’s eyes shut close. Her hand gripped the sofa as Goku grabbed a teat and suckled hungrily. “Wait….” ChiChi panted. This wasn’t right. It felt so good to be touched this way after a year but it wasn’t right. Goku was hurt now and needed a doctor… despite his need for intimacy. Ooo. He was pinching and squeezing the other one. Maybe it could work. Goku was eager and if she was careful on top of him. Maybe…

 Teeth sank in her breast as Goku suddenly grunted in pain. Those damn spasms. Grimacing in her own pain, ChiChi pushed Goku’s face from her breast and jumped off the sofa. She spotted Goku rubbing his lower back while she rubbed her tender breast. “Damn spasm,” Goku grumbled. When the pain subsided, he noticed ChiChi adjusting her bra. “What are you doing?”

 “I’m getting dressed and taking you back to the hospital.”

 “No, wait,” Goku whined. “We can still do it.” He rose but the pain flared up again. He settled back on the sofa. “We’ve done it with you on top.” He waved her over. “Come on.”

 ChiChi buttoned up her cheongsam. Her breast still stung. The mood was gone. “Goku, we’re not gonna have our first time in a year like this. Don’t you dare pout after what you did!” She left him to sit in the pilot’s seat. “The senzu beans should be ready in a few days.” She rolled her eyes at his whining. “Oh, stop it. It’s not like we have to wait another year.”

 Goku felt he was in time out. Ever since his escape from the hospital, ChiChi kept a sharp eye on him. The hospital staff didn’t argue against ChiChi moving into Goku’s room. At night, ChiChi made sure Goku didn’t escape. During the day, ChiChi got a break from the doctors and nursing staff and also visits by Aki, Mr. Olitz and Mr. Lupp.

 Goku was growing impatient. Korin told him the senzu beans would be ready in a month. It’s been forty-four days. What was taking so long? Was Yajirobe sneakily eating them behind Korin’s back?

 “I really can’t work on this now.” ChiChi had been knitting all morning. Yesterday, she knitted a scarf and gloves for Gohan. Today she worked on a set for Goku. ChiChi dumped the round yarn balls and needles in her knitting basket. “My mind can’t concentrate. I can’t stop thinking about Gohan.”

 “Gohan?”

 “It’s been thirty-four days. We should’ve heard something by now.”

 “Yeah.” Goku kept up with the days, too. Master Roshi told him Bulma left him with a radio. She promised to radio in once they’ve landed. Each passing day, Master Roshi visited with no news and Goku grew increasingly worried.

 “I wish there was a way to contact them.” ChiChi got up and went to the window. “Even if they haven’t reached Namek yet, they should call in to say they’re fine.”

 Goku kept from ChiChi the knowledge of the radio. He knew ChiChi would visit Master Roshi’s island everyday trying to talk to Gohan. Given the tension between his former teacher and wife, Goku thought it wise to keep them at a distance. Even when Master Roshi dropped by, ChiChi made an excuse to leave the room. Goku wasn’t sure if the two would ever get along.

 “You’re bored,” Goku told her. ChiChi was getting stir crazy being in the hospital most of the day and all night. If he could get her to leave, ChiChi could relax and he could exercise. “Why don’t you go shopping? You like doing that.”

“I know what you’re doing.” She turned to him. That innocent look. She was onto him. “You’re trying to get me to leave so you can escape again.”

 “I promise I won’t escape.”

 Maybe not, but ChiChi knew Goku will do something she didn’t approve of. “But you’ll sneak in some exercises.”

 “That’s better than escaping.” ChiChi rolled her eyes. “I’ve been really good, ChiChi. I haven’t exercised since I came back. I’m growing soft because of it.”

 “You’re healing.”

 “Take a break, ChiChi,” Goku suggested. “An hour or two. Get out of the hospital. Breathe some fresh air.” Goku tried to think of something that will appease ChiChi. “Shopping!” Yes, ChiChi liked that. “There are shops here you can go to. Come on. I know you’re bored. I hate seeing you unhappy.”

 ChiChi sighed. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to leave for an hour or two. She’s never shopped in West City. There were nice things here. Maybe it will take her mind off Gohan and Goku for a while. “There’s a mall near the hospital so I won’t be far away.” It was a warning to him in case he did try to escape the hospital.

 “I’ll be here when you come back.” He was almost bouncing watching ChiChi pick up her purse. Finally, he’ll exercise again! “Whatcha gonna get?”

 ChiChi shrugged. “I don’t know. I might window shop.”

 “Get something for me?” Goku requested hopefully.

 ChiChi chuckled. “What do you want?”

 “Food.”  

 ChiChi laughed. “Why did I ask? All right. I’ll be back soon.” With a quick kiss on his lips, ChiChi departed.  

As soon as ChiChi left, Goku sat on the floor to do sit-ups. Goku only had an hour alone before his doctor and nurse checked on him. They didn’t approve he wasn’t following orders again. Master Roshi dropped in as he was carried back to bed.

 Master Roshi looked around cautiously. “ChiChi, isn’t around, is she?” When Bulma explained what was happening on Namek, she made it very clear to him ChiChi shouldn’t be told what’s going on. Master Roshi had his doubts about following Bulma’s orders but the closer he got to the hospital he realized Bulma was right. ChiChi didn’t need to know. She was already upset with Gohan going to Namek. Last thing he needed was an ‘I told you so’ or an angry ChiChi attacking him Gohan was stranded on Namek with Vegeta.

 “She stepped out for a while,” Goku told him.

 That was good to hear. After frisking the nurse, Master Roshi informed Goku of the dreadful news. “Bulma, Krillin and Gohan made it to Namek safely but they’re not alone. Vegeta’s there, too.”

 “Vegeta?!” Goku echoed. “He’s recovered already?!” It was always a possibility but Goku hoped Vegeta’s recovery would take longer than his.  

 “He’s not alone,” Master Roshi warned Goku. “There are at least ten comrades with him. They destroyed our group’s spaceship and they’re stranded.”

 Gohan. Dammit. I should’ve let Krillin finish off Vegeta when he had the chance. If my recklessness cost Gohan his life…..

 “Among the ten there’s one who’s Ki exceeds Vegeta.”

 “No…” The bad news wouldn’t stop coming. Master Roshi had to be wrong. Gohan can’t be stranded on a planet with Vegeta. There can’t be someone stronger than him. “No…. no….” I can’t stay in the hospital. I don’t care if my body is still broken, I’m going to Namek now. Dr. Briefs better have that ship ready.

 Hope came in the unexpected arrival of Yajirobe. Korin’s senzu beans were finally ready. After popping one in his mouth, Goku’s body immediately heal. He jumped out of bed and broke out of his cast, shocking his doctor and nurse of his quick recovery.

 No time to waste. Gotta go. Gotta go. Gotta go. Goku ripped off his hospital gown and dressed in a fighting gi King Kai sent him. As he dressed, Goku felt himself brimming with excitement. He was on his way to Namek to rescue Gohan, Krillin and Bulma but he also felt a twinge of excitement in seeing the one stronger than Vegeta. What would it be like to fight him? “Namek, here I come!”

 After swiping the remaining bag of senzu beans from Yajirobe, an explanation to Master Roshi how Dr. Briefs built him a second ship, Goku summoned Nimbus, jumped out the window and headed for Bulma’s house.

 Halfway to Bulma’s house, Goku slapped his forehead as he suddenly remembered. “ChiChi!” She was at the mall. She should know what’s going on. ChiChi’s Ki wasn’t far away but he needed to get to Namek now. As much as he wanted, he couldn’t drop off at the mall and tell her what’s going on.

 “Master Roshi will tell ChiChi,” Goku told himself. “He wouldn’t keep this from her. Not after our talk.” Goku was sure of it. ChiChi would be worried but she will take comfort knowing he’s on the way to save their son.

 Master Roshi remained in Goku’s hospital room waiting. Yajirobe called him nuts and left after learning why Master Roshi remained after Goku left. The baffled doctor and nurse left to resume their rounds checking on the other patients on the floor. Master Roshi thought he was fool, too, but he rather handle this now than have an angry ChiChi coming to his island demanding answers like she did a year ago.

 “I’m back, Goku!” ChiChi cheerfully announced as she entered the room with a few shopping bags in her hands. “I got you something from the food court and----“ she froze. The door swung shut behind her. ChiChi spotted Goku’s empty bed. With eyes darting around the room, her husband was nowhere to be found. The only one here was Master Roshi.  

 The betrayal! He told her he will be here. ChiChi balled her fists. How dare her husband lie to her so he could run off to train again! ChiChi marched to the old martial arts master, grabbed his tie and yanked him forward. “Where’s Goku?!”

 “He left.”

 “I’ll find him!” ChiChi snarled, releasing Master Roshi. “I’ll drag him back to wherever he’s training and chain him to the bed! How dare he lie to me! He sent me away so he could fly off to train!”

 “Actually, he’s on his way to Namek.”

 “Namek?”

 “Yajirobe dropped off the senzu beans. Goku healed and didn’t waste time flying to Bulma’s house. He said Dr. Briefs built a second spaceship. It will get to Namek in six days.”

 “I know that!” ChiChi shut him up. She knew about the ship and the updates Dr. Brief gave Goku. ChiChi knew Goku will leave but she hoped to convince Goku to take her with him. If the trip was as safe as Bulma projected, ChiChi didn’t think anything wrong in her tagging along. “He could’ve waited until I got back to let me know this. Goku knew I wasn’t gonna be gone long. Why was he in such a rush to leave?”

 “No reason,” Master Roshi lied. “He just wanted to get to Namek. Oh!” he snapped his fingers. “Bulma, Krillin and Gohan have arrived safely on Namek, too. The Nameks are helping them. They’re nice like Kami. Since Goku’s ship will get to Namek in six days, they’ll ride back with him. They’ll be home in two weeks.”

 “How long has Goku been gone?”

 “About thirty minutes.”

 “Goku will need Dr. Briefs to teach him how to fly that ship. He could still be there.” ChiChi rushed out the room so fast the door nearly flew off its hinges! “Hold that elevator!!!”

 “Wait, ChiChi!” By the time he reached the door, he saw ChiChi slip in the elevator at the last second. “This isn’t good!” Master Roshi rushed to the phone at the nurses’ station. “I need to make a call!” he screamed at the nurse at the desk. “It’s a life and death emergency!” Ignoring the irate nurse, Master Roshi dialed the direct number to Bulma’s house.

 After a couple of rings, Dr. Briefs answered the phone. “Hello, Dr. Briefs? It’s Master Roshi. Is Goku there? Five minutes ago?” Master Roshi listened as Dr. Briefs rambled how Goku was in a rush to leave and didn’t want to wait for him to install the speakers. “Goku’s wife is on the way to your house. No, it’s not a good thing! Whatever you do, don’t tell her Gohan is stranded on Namek and the Saiyan Vegeta is on the planet, too.” Master Roshi listened as Dr. Brief responded. “No! She shouldn’t know! This is your daughter’s order! She told me to let everyone know what’s going on Namek but Goku’s wife!” Master Roshi rolled his eyes. The old scientist wasn’t listening. “Didn’t Bulma tell you what happened after Goku died last year? No? Goku’s wife can’t handle the truth. So, when she gets there, let her know everything is fine on Namek. Okay. Got it. Good.” Master Roshi hung up the phone.

 He exhaled. That was too close.  

 “And once again, I’m without my husband and son.” ChiChi shook her head as she sipped her tea. “I swear someone likes to play cruel jokes on me.”

 Gyu-mao didn’t agree but admitted it was a terrible twist of fate for Goku and Gohan to be gone again. Father and daughter were in the courtyard of Gyu-Mao’s castle drinking tea after dinner. ChiChi came here after speaking with Dr. Briefs. She just missed Goku by half an hour.

 “The good news is Goku and Gohan won’t be gone for a year. With the Nameks helping, all the dragon balls will probably be collected by the time Goku arrives. They’ll wish our friends back and return home. It’s another two weeks, ChiChi. You can wait that long.”

 “I suppose.” ChiChi stared at the setting sun and sighed. “Two weeks. It’s gonna feel like another year.”

 They’ve been on Namek for a few hours and Krillin saw nothing was going as planned. Last thing Krillin expected to find on Namek were Vegeta and beings stronger than him looking for the dragon balls they needed to bring their friends back. If their ship wasn’t destroyed Krillin would’ve joined Bulma and returned to Earth. Gohan would want to stay but the child was naïve. This was Gohan’s first adventure. He was full of idealism and hope. Krillin and Bulma had a few more adventures under their belts. They knew when to throw in the towel and wait for Goku. Even with the news of Goku arriving in six days, Krillin worried if they could hold out that long.

 Right now, all three were taking a break in Bulma’s capsule home. Krillin and Gohan returned from a Namek village where all were killed except a Namek child called Dende. Right now, Gohan and Dende were currently exploring the capsule home while he and Bulma were in the kitchen gathering lunch for everyone.

 Bulma pulled out three microwaveable lunch trays from the refrigerator. “Will this be enough?”

 “Those three may be enough for Gohan. He is Goku’s kid. One tray should be enough for me and Dende.”

 “Right. Sometimes I forget that kid has Goku’s stomach.” Bulma placed two trays in the microwave. While they heated up, Bulma pulled out two more lunch trays for Krillin and Dende. “I’ll be so glad when Goku gets here.”

 Goku. Now they had a moment alone, Krillin thought to bring up something that bothered him since Bulma called Master Roshi. “Bulma, why did you tell Master Roshi to tell everyone but ChiChi what’s going on here?”

 “She’ll overreact as usual. Besides, why get her worried when there’s nothing she can do? Sometimes ignorance is bliss.”

 Maybe but Krillin didn’t think ChiChi should be kept in the dark again. “You remember what happened the last time we kept something from her? Remember how Goku reacted in the hospital?”

 “It’s different this time. No one’s gonna be away for a year. Goku’s on his way and instead of two months, we’ll all be home in a couple of weeks.”

Krillin insisted, “ChiChi should still know.”

 Bulma rolled her eyes. “Well, if you want to get yelled at by her, then by all means tell her everything when we get back.”

 The microwave dinged. Krillin eyed Bulma suspiciously as she took the two trays out and placed two more in. “You’re not doing this because you’re jealous you didn’t get Goku first, are you?”

 Bulma slammed the microwave door shut. “Where the hell did you get that idea?”

 Krillin jumped back, fearful of the fire in Bulma’s voice. “Just a theory.” It was only a theory but there were things he knew he didn’t feel inclined to speak about until now. “Oolong told me you wouldn’t stop talking how attractive Goku grew up to be when we reunited at the 23rd Tournament. Even after Yamcha showed up, you kept talking about Goku.”

 Bulma scoffed. “You believe that panty stealing pig?”

 “It’s not only that. That night we all ate at the restaurant, you pushed me out of the way to sit next to Goku. I thought you just wanted to sit down. You kept trying to talk to Goku while he ate.”

 Bulma blew off Krillin’s suspicions. “I wanted to catch up with a friend I haven’t seen in three years. Goku is my oldest friend you know.”

 Krillin wanted to catch up, too, but he wasn’t trying to monopolize Goku’s time like Bulma. There was something else, too. “Master Roshi confirmed what Oolong told me.”

 “What?”

 “It makes sense you would feel that way. You were always drooling over attractive guys. Remember Commander Blue? But you always yelled at Yamcha being unfaithful.” Krillin could never remember Yamcha looking at another girl but Bulma’s eyes did wander. “I guess it makes sense you will be drawn to Goku once he grew up.”

 “You’re insane!” Bulma protested. “That has nothing to do with it and that was years ago!”

 Krillin noticed Gohan and Dende suddenly looking their way. He made a gesture telling Bulma to keep her voice down. Gohan did not need to hear this. “After Goku left with Chichi, you did question if Goku made the right decision.”

 “That’s because he was marrying a person he didn’t know. Marriage is a big deal and Goku didn’t know what he was doing.”

 “It’s not the first time Goku left on his own to do something. He left to find his grandpa’s dragon ball. He left us to train on his own without Nimbus. Each time we thought Goku was insane. Face it. We’re wrong. He’s still married; whatever Goku has going on with ChiChi is working for him to be happy and snap at us for how we treated her. He knew exactly what he was doing.”

 Bulma nearly yanked the microwave door off its hinge as she pulled out two more trays and shoved the last one in. “Believe whatever you want. I know better and you’re making something out of nothing.”

 Gohan approached the two looking concern. “Is everything all right?”

 Bulma kept her back to Gohan while Krillin forced a smile. He grabbed three of the hot trays and passed them to Gohan. “Go eat. We need to keep our strength up to what’s going on around here.”

 “Oh.” Gohan looked from Bulma to Krillin. “Okay.” Whatever was going on, it was clear to the five-year-old they didn’t want him to know. Sometimes his parents became quiet when he entered the room, too. Perhaps it was one of those situations.

 Krillin waited until Gohan join Dende on the lounge sofa before speaking again. “That kid has too much of his Dad in him.”

 “That’s a good thing, Krillin.”

 Krillin half shrugged. “You wouldn’t have said that if you were with us. He almost got us killed saving that Namek child. He exposed us to that Freeza character. Now he knows there are other people here besides the Nameks. It won’t be an easy six days waiting for Goku to get here.” Krillin sighed. “I don’t know. I admire Gohan’s bravery but I think ChiChi was right. We shouldn’t have brought him. We should’ve waited until Goku got well.”

 It was clear to Bulma Krillin lost his mind. “Are you crazy? What do think the situation will be if we waited? Vegeta or this Freeza character might have all seven dragon balls by the time we got here. We’ll have to wait a year to bring Yamcha and everyone back.”

 “We all can be dead in six days, Bulma. You weren’t out there with me and Gohan. Freeza and his gang are ruthless. They killed the adults and children. How do you think Goku will feel if Gohan is killed? What do you think ChiChi will do to us if we survive and Gohan doesn’t?”

 Bulma blew off his concerns. “You’re worrying over nothing. Goku will be here in six days and he will take care of everything as usual.”

 Krillin gave up. There was no convincing Bulma. Krillin grabbed his and Dende’s lunch trays while Bulma carried a tray of cups and juice for everyone. Krillin wished he had Bulma’s optimism but he had a terrible feeling the next six days will be the hardest in their life.  

 During lunch, Dende learned more about Krillin, Gohan and Bulma. When he discovered the three strangers could help his people, Dende offered to take Krillin to the Grand Elder. While Krillin and Dende were on their way to the Grand Elder’s home, Gohan was on a mission of his own. Bulma spotted a lone dragon ball not far from them. Realizing the dragon ball’s in the same spot they felt Vegeta’s Ki earlier, Gohan investigated. It was possible Vegeta never found the dragon ball. With the one Krillin will bring from the Grand Elder’s home and the one Gohan expected to find, this will bring their collection of dragon balls to two.

 Gohan’s heart dropped at the grim site of the Namek village. Namek homes were damaged; several men and children laid dead. No mercy was given to these poor people. Necks were broken; burn marks reveal where Ki blasts proved fatal. Gohan shut his eyes seeing an adult Namek unsuccessfully shield his body over a child’s.

 So much death and violence of peaceful people. Just like Dodoria, Vegeta was ruthless in killing innocent people. Gohan felt the least he could do for these people is give them a proper burial.

 “It wasn’t suppose to be like this,” Gohan talked to himself. “It was suppose to be an easy trip. Get the dragon balls and wish our friends back. No one else was going to die.” Gohan dropped the shovel and placed a Namekian in the hole. After he was buried, Gohan dug another hole. He sniffed as he fought back tears. “These people shouldn’t have died. All the Nameks except for Dende and the Grand Elder are probably dead.”

 Gohan wondered about the person named Freeza. Gohan never imagined anyone’s Ki being as high as what he felt from Freeza. It was impossible. After their ship was destroyed, Bulma and Krillin wanted to go home. Gohan wanted to stay but after feeling Freeza’s Ki, Gohan wondered if they all were in over their heads.

 His father’s impending arrival gave Gohan hope but he was still scared.

 Gohan buried the next Namekians. An adult male and boy. Covering their bodies with dirt, Gohan thought of his mother. Mom said the trip will be dangerous. She forbid him to go but Gohan was too determine to come here to listen. He had to bring Piccolo back.

 “I wished I spent some time with Mom before I left.”

 On the journey here, Gohan spent more time thinking about his Dad than his mother. He was annoyed she didn’t approve of this trip and found her fussing over him overwhelming. He didn’t even hug her before he left. What he will give for his mother’s hugs now.  

 “Don’t think about that,” Gohan told himself while digging another hole. “I need to keep alert for Vegeta or any of Freeza’s goons. Dad would want me to be strong. So will Piccolo. Focus on the mission,” Gohan told himself. “Focus on the mission.”

 After burying all the Nameks, Gohan found the dragon ball in the lake nearby. Returning to Bulma, Gohan ran into Vegeta. Even though he deceived the Saiyan he had a dragon ball, it didn’t stop Vegeta from kneeing him in his stomach and pressing his dirty boot on his head while saying disparaging things about his father.  

 Gohan had the last laugh fooling Vegeta the dragon ball radar in his hand was a watch. When he reunited with Krillin and Bulma, they moved to a new hiding spot. It wasn’t a cave. It was too cramp to open a capsule home which angered Bulma but it was a safe spot to leave her while he and Krillin went to the Grand Elder’s home to awaken his inner power.

 For four days, Gohan and Krillin flew with their Ki suppressed to avoid Vegeta’s detection. They weren’t at the halfway point but with Goku’s impending arrival and thinking they were too far for Vegeta to detect them, Krillin and Gohan increased their Ki and flew full speed to the Grand Elder’s home.

 Though far away, with a handful of living creatures on Namek, it was easy for Vegeta to pick up the high Ki of Gohan and Krillin. He hunted them down within an hour’s time. Krillin stalled Vegeta while Gohan flew the rest of the way to the Grand Elder’s home.

 The Grand Elder obliged Gohan’s request to increase his power. Gohan thought now that his power matched his father’s, he and Krillin will team up against Vegeta, take the dragon ball in his possession and hide out until his father arrived. That was the plan until Dende warned them of an unknown power coming to the planet.

 The irony of it all.

 Four days ago, Vegeta cheap shot him, threatened to return to Earth to kill his father and everyone on the planet. Now he and Krillin were joining forces with Vegeta to stop the Ginyu Force. Whoever they were, they even scared Vegeta.

 That alone frightened Gohan on who they were facing.  

 Gohan shook in the presence of the Ginyu Force. All five had enormous Ki and were very fast. Two captured the dragon balls Vegeta and Krillin possessed before they could get rid of it.

 With all seven, the leader, Captain Ginyu, left to take the dragon balls to Freeza. The remaining four argued who will fight. It was decided the tall red head named Recoome will fight Vegeta and the short green one name Guldo will fight Gohan and Krillin.

 Guldo was weak but his ability to control time put him on even ground against Gohan and Krillin. If Vegeta hadn’t intervened to cut off his head, Guldo would’ve killed them.

 With Guldo perished, Recoome stepped up to fight Vegeta. Before the fight Recoome warmed up with a strange yet animated pose that infuriated Vegeta and confused Krillin. It puzzled Gohan, too, but he also thought there was something appealing about Recoome’s odd posing.

 This is just fucking great! Of all the members of the Ginyu Force he had to battle first, why did he have to fight Recoome? Fighting Burter or Jeice wouldn’t be easy but he rather start off with them than the brute Recoome. He was a monster.

 It was a long shot but going after Recoome with all his strength and speed was the best way to defeat him. Maybe with his new power he could put a dent in Recoome before Recoome retaliated to pummel him senseless. That could give the bald one and Kakarrot’s son a shot in finishing him off.

 Like hell. Recoome is gonna beat all our asses but if that jackass Kakarrot is on his way, then all four of us can beat him together.

 Speed and strength was Vegeta’s strategy. One mega punch knocked Recoome off his feet. Vegeta retaliated with more punches to his face and body until he cracked Recoome’s armor. Another strike sent Recoome to the ground. Vegeta dived on Recoome like a missile before swinging him around and tossing him into a mountain. Not finished, Vegeta fired off one massive Ki after another that was a direct hit on Recoome with the final one resembling a mega bomb. Krillin and Gohan dived to the ground to avoid getting in the crossfire.

 That assault took out a lot of Vegeta and only to the surprise of Gohan and Krillin, it had little effect on Recoome.

 Shit.

 Smoking, with tatter clothes, Recoome chuckled at the weak assault. “That was a good warm up, Vegeta. Now let’s get started.”

 Fuck, this is gonna hurt.

 “Recoome Kick!!!” Though bulky, Recoome’s speed was too much for Vegeta. In a blink of an eye, Recoome’s knee smashed into his neck. Vegeta soared but flipped himself on a rock. Flying back to Recoome the two engaged in a battle of punches.

 Asshole is toying with me. He’s blocking all my punches. I can’t land any on him.

 An elbow to his back knocked Vegeta down but he was fast on his feet again until Recoome knocked him into the water. This, Vegeta cockily thought, was Recoome’s error. Swimming until he gained enough momentum, Vegeta rocketed out of the lake.

 I’m putting everything I got into this.

 Vegeta plowed into Recoome’s stomach. Hearing Recoome’s scream ringing in his ears, Vegeta knew he broke through the barrier of Recoome’s strength. Vegeta smack punch after punch against Recoome. He’ll keep pounding until that steel stomach of Recoome’s gushes with blood.

 Recoome grabbing his waist stopped Vegeta in mid punch. The brute Ginyu force member flipped Vegeta so he hung upset down. With a steel grip on him, Recoome plunge them both to the ground. Vegeta tried but he couldn’t break free from Recoome. He knew in moments, he will plow head first into the ground.

 Oh, shi---

 The impact created an earthquake. Vegeta felt half his body submerged into the ground with his legs dangling lifeless like a dead insect. His entire body ached. He couldn’t move. His head throbbed, his ears rung. He didn’t have a chance to gather himself before Recoome pulled him out of the rubble. Vegeta blast a ball of Ki in Recoome’s face. It was all he had but it was enough to knock Recoome away from him.

 For Recoome, it was a tickle.

 He put everything he had into this fight and it was for nothing. He killed Dodoria. He killed Zarbon and now he will soon meet his end as Recoome’s plaything.

 Krillin and Gohan watched from the sidelines. Both couldn’t believe the beating Vegeta took. How was he still alive? “We’re gonna have to step in, Gohan. Vegeta doesn’t have anything left.”

 “Okay,” Gohan shakily agreed.

 Krillin hated this. There was no way they could beat Recoome. As soon as they get involved in the fight, they were as good as dead. Sorry, Goku. ChiChi. I can’t protect your boy. We’re gonna die but we’re going out fighting. “We’re not gonna beat him, Gohan. I doubt Goku can stop this guy.”

 While Recoome showed off with another ridiculous pose, Krillin prepared himself to strike. “Vegeta can’t move, Gohan. When Recoome attacks, I’ll create a distraction while you get Vegeta.”

 When Recoome fired his Eraser Gun technique at Vegeta, Krillin slammed his knee on Recoome’s head while Gohan grabbed the defenseless Vegeta and carried him away from before Recoome’s Eraser Gun technique struck him. Instead of the massive explosion of Ki hitting Vegeta, it hit a mountain and reduce it to rubble. Gohan shielded Vegeta as the explosion created another earthquake over the area.

 “Get out…. of my way,” Vegeta snarled at Gohan as he rose. He gripped his broken left arm. “Did I… ask for your help?”

 Gohan wasn’t expecting a thank you but he thought Vegeta would be a little appreciative he saved his life.

 Instead the Saiyan Prince cursed Gohan. “Idiot!! If you had… time to save me… why didn’t you attack Recoome?! Sentimentality,” Vegeta gagged. “Makes me sick.”

 Recoome rose and dusted himself off. Except for missing teeth, he was unharmed again. With one kick, Recoome took down Krillin. Gohan flew to his side, begging his father’s friend to say something. Krillin’s body was completely broken. One kick and he couldn’t move. Even with his power heightened by the Grand Elder, it was nothing against Recoome. Krillin saw this as their end but Gohan still had hope.

 Daddy was coming.

 Last one standing, Gohan faced off against Recoome. His anger rose; his power rose. Krillin gave up but Gohan refused to. They needed the dragon balls to revive their friends. His father was on the way. Even if it’s only him, Gohan vowed to hang on until his father arrived.

 You’re gonna have to stand in for me, too. When I looked for dragon balls with Bulma and Krillin, they depended on my strength to get them out of tough situations. That falls on you now. I know it’s a lot but can you handle that, Gohan?

 I won’t break my promise, Daddy. I’ll hold on until you get here.

 Recoome standing with his hands on his hips left Gohan to attack first. His kick to the redhead brute felt as if he struck a steel wall. Recoome caught Gohan’s fist and flung the five-year-old in the air before flinging multiple Ki blasts in his direction. Gohan retaliated with Piccolo’s Masenko attack.

 Nothing. Not even a dent on this behemoth.

 As Recoome approached, Gohan prepared himself. He saw what he did to Vegeta and Krillin. Recoome’s blows will be painful but Gohan was ready for it. Piccolo beat him down every day. He was ready for this.

 Or so he thought. None of the kicks and punches from Piccolo hurt this bad. Three strikes including an ass smack left Gohan writhing in pain. His entire body ached but Gohan refused to give up. Piccolo needed him. His father was counting on him. He wouldn’t let them down.

 Rising, Gohan fired a massive Ki at Recoome only for him to blow it back on him like a boomerang. Gohan jumped to avoid his attack which left him perfectly open for Recoome to chop at his throat. Gagging, Gohan slammed into to the ground again.

 Gohan could hear Recoome’s laughs over him as he pushed himself to his hands and knees. Coughing, blood spurted from his mouth. It hurts everywhere. I can’t…..I can’t do this. No….. I can’t stay down. Piccolo wouldn’t want me to give up. Daddy wouldn’t want me to give up.

 “Daddy,” Gohan whimpered. Raising his head, Gohan looked at the green sky. Daddy was coming. He needed to give Daddy more time. Putting a hand on one knee, Gohan forced his shaky legs to stand.  

 Daddy wouldn’t give up. I won’t either! Gohan charged like a bull to Recoome before leaping and delivering a thundering punch. The giant toppled leaving Gohan to pounce with endless punches to Recoome’s face. Come on! Something’s got to break this guy.

 Recoome merely laughed at the child’s punches. It felt like feathers. “Is this the best you can do, kid?” One punch rattled Gohan’s bones as he bounced into a pit.

 His body told Gohan to stay down but his mind told him to get up. I won’t be beaten. Panting, Gohan crawled out of the hole. “I have to defeat you…. for Piccolo… for Yamcha…. Tien…. Chaozu. They’re counting on me.”  Gohan launched himself against Recoome again. “I will bring them back to life!”

 Recoome leapt from his seat on a boulder. The kid spunk. He was entertaining but it was time to wrap it up. “Recoome Bomber!!”

 An array of Ki blasts rained down on Gohan. Each exploding like bombs when they reached the ground. Gohan jumped, flipped and bounced around avoiding each one. Just as he thought he was in the clear, Gohan felt two massive blows on his back and stomach. Bones cracked, some were broken and more blood splattered from him.

 Still, Gohan refuse to give up. Bleeding with a broken arm, one eye shut while the other blurred, Gohan limped with each step. He could hear Krillin telling him to give up, to stay down. Gohan wouldn’t. It was not the Son Family way. It wasn’t in his Saiyan blood.

 “I’m the son… of Son Goku….the warrior…. I won’t…..” his body swayed. “I won’t…..” He could hear Recoome mocking him. Gohan let that fuel him as he tapped into the remaining strength left in him. This is for everyone!

 This was it Gohan told him as he drove to Recoome for one final attack. “I WON’T LET YOU BEAT ME!!” Recoome leapt out of the way, avoiding Gohan’s fist. He struck a fatal kick to Gohan’s neck.

 Gohan heard a snap and knew something was wrong. His body dropped to the ground with a thud. Gohan tried to will movement from his body but only his right leg, which twisted the wrong way, twitched. His arms and left leg wouldn’t move. He couldn’t even turn his head. Around him, Gohan heard the faint voices of Recoome talking to Burter and Jeice on delivering the final blow to him, Krillin and Vegeta. Their voices faded away as he focused on his own thoughts.

 I can’t move. I can’t…..

 I’m dying, aren’t I? I feel so weak.

 Piccolo…. Yamcha…. Tien…. Chaozu… I’m sorry. I tried my best….but I failed to bring you back. Forgive me.

 Daddy…. I’m sorry. I tried.

 Mommy. I want Mommy.

 Gohan’s eyes blurred. His sight was going but in his mind he could see his mother. She stood in the kitchen of their home smiling at him with open arms. “Gohan. Mommy loves you so much.”

 Mommy. I’m so sorry, Mommy. I should’ve listened to you. I’m sorry for I’m not coming home.

 Mommy. Daddy.

 A breeze brushed over Gohan. Did someone suddenly arrive? Gohan’s vision was foggy but he thought he saw black spikes standing over him.

 Did someone call his name?

 “Krillin, I’ll bring you some senzu right away!”

 That voice. Those black spikes.

 Daddy. Daddy, is it really you?

Part Twenty-Three: Namek: Part Two

 AN: Goku’s first day in the hospital, Korin told him the senzu beans will be ready in a month. Bulma, Krillin and Gohan left for Namek ten days later and it took them another thirty-four days before they reached Namek. Goku left the hospital the same day Bulma radio Master Roshi the news on Namek Makes me wonder if Yajirobe was snacking on some of those beans.

 Bulma did gush how attractive Goku grew to be in the 23rd Tournament and even in the Namek arc when Goku returned she wondered if she blew her chance with him. Very awkward considering Goku is married with a child. It’s interesting how it was never brought up even though some had to suspect like Master Roshi and Oolong.

 Sadly in the manga, ChiChi was unaware of the dangers of her family because Bulma told Master Roshi to let everyone know what was going on Namek except ChiChi. Ouch!

 Though it was never explained why Gohan did those poses as Saiyaman, I always thought the Ginyu Force subtly influenced him.

#Goku #Chichi #Gohan #Life With You #Part Twenty-Two #Gochi #fanfiction #Son Family #Dragonball Z #Dragonball

[the-ash0]

surviving paradise ch 23- for science

Hi there. Can I get your attention for one moment? Yes, I know we don't really talk. I know you’re here to listen to the ravings of my mentally unbalanced house-guest. That’s fine. As much as I am aware that people usually refer to me as a narcissistic know-it-all, that is highly over exaggerated. I mean, I love myself; how could I not? I’m Bulma Briefs. The most intelligent and beautiful creature on the planet. And, now that I’ve seen a bit of space, quite possibly in the galaxy. That said, I have quite the problem on my hands here.

That problem is scowling down at me right now. Yes, Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans.  All two. Damn, that has to sting, right? Well, he does seem angry enough. Despite my best efforts to mollify him. And I’ve certainly tried. Why just today, I let him train -lightly- without complaint, fed him a meal fit for kings (and their extended families), and skilfully convinced him to take a relaxing shower to top it off.

Now I’ve invited him to our nice, cozy living room to overview my findings. I’m even setting a good example: made myself comfortable on the living room couch with my notes spread out  on the low table in front of me. None of it seems to make a difference though. The man is as high-strung as ever. I’m beginning to think that I am somehow offensive to him. In the spirit of another peace offering, I smile and push my notes out. "I have most of the data I need to help you out right here."

The tells are there is you know what to look for. That half-baring of teeth before he snaps his jaws together. The twitch as he just barely stops his hands from balling into fists. Just my voice is apparently enough to dispel any wholesome effects today might have had; all tension is back in full force.

"Hn,"  Vegeta crosses his arms, straightens up as he stares down at the papers. "What do you mean, 'most'?"

Oh yes; I am definitely part of the problem. Or at least, me being nice to him is. But he’s making an effort as well, I now realise and nearly snort in amusement. I have been walking on eggshells with him, giving him everything he could need before he even asks for it. It seemed safest, with the hair trigger he has. Now it seems he’s doing the same with me. How absurd. Absurd, but convenient.

I click my tongue then pick up a paper and hold it up, a little to the side, in a silent invitation for him to join me on the couch and read along with me. "Well, I talked to Goku. Talked to Krillin also, and got some very insightful statements from Gohan here…”

He snatches the paper from me instead, and I blink in surprise. Can he read our language? I was pretty sure he could not, before. The way that he scans the sheet and then quickly becomes confused suggests he had thought he could, but is failing. Of course he is; it’s my handwriting, which is more messy than a doctor’s prescription. But his reaction could not be faked.

Oh, the sneaky bastard. I’m not sure how or when he picked it up, but this explains a lot about our GR mishap. I’ve been blaming myself, figuring I must have turned off the safeties by mistake, but him purposefully messing with my system makes a lot more sense. Just learning this nugget of information would have made this whole exercise worth my while, but I’m digging for a bit more.

Ah, you thought I was just helping out? I am! Yet to be any help, I need information. I am a scientist, after all. The more I know about him, the better I’ll do. And yes, I like knowledge in and of itself; I want as much of it as I can get. And this is the perfect opportunity to milk him for all I can.

When he gives up on my handwriting, eyes returning to me in silent question, I continue. “I really could use your take on things, mostly on Saiyan culture and the myth around the Super Saiyan. I'm afraid Goku had absolutely no clues there, so I'm drawing blanks on that front."

I don't miss the way he crumples the paper in his hand at my best friend's name, but he seems to find some measure of satisfaction in my words.  "It figures that idiot is useless."  With a flippant air, he discards the paper and makes a spinning motion with his now free hand to prompt me on. "Tell me what you've learned, woman."

Disguising what would have been my teeth grinding I smile once more. He thinks he can push me around? Hell no! But it would not do to lose my temper in the midst of researching his. We’re working two fronts here, you see. Yes, I mean to get answers for my questions, but the most important thing is his emotional response. I’ve moved into undefined territory now and I’m going to do a little research into what triggers my houseguest. What sets him off. Between Goku's return and his request for help, I feel safe enough to try and find out.

"Okay." Carefully now, I first promise good things to come. "Well, Goku’s transformation was tied to Krillin's death, and I have two possible theories as to why exactly.” Then butter him up a little more, blinking my eyes alluringly for better effect. “But I need your input before I can make any conclusions—” Now, finally, my own set of demands. Just one little push to see what happens. “—I have some questions for you to answer.”

He huffs. “Fine, what would you like to ask?”

I cannot help that bubble of annoyance. Control freak! He demands, but apparently I make requests. Who does he think he’s talking to? Regardless, I remain pleasant. At least he agrees to listen. "Well, I'd like to know about Saiyan friendships and family. Did you guys form strong bonds with your teammates? Like family?"

This is important, you see. And not just or my Super Saiyan research. I thought I had Vegeta’s needs covered well enough. I thought I’d had him... well...not reformed, obviously, but at least neutralized. I gave the guy a place to sleep, food, and a way to get his anger out. It had worked, or so I thought. On the average day you’d hardly know he lives here. Has been living here for close to a year now. Yes, it took a little planning to stay ahead of his demands. Yet the way he gets so confused and flustered when I show up with what he just realized he needed is so amusing I can hardly consider it a task.

An easy job that I thought I had well under control. I know how reforming works; I have a long list of enemies-turned-friends to prove this: Tien, Yamcha, Piccolo... to name a few. All former bad guys that have become assets to our team, just by having a chance to change. To that end I've been nice, understanding, and yes...patient.

How did Vegeta repay me? That's right. He went and blew himself up.

It turns out that when you leave a confused Saiyan Prince to his own devices, he will turn his anger in on himself. Who knew? Guess there is still a little something missing, and my money is on companionship. The best way to drive a man insane is isolate him, after all. And this guy seems pretty lonely to me.

He blinks a few times and frowns at me like I’ve grown an extra head before finally returning to his all-favourite scowl.  "Tch!" he huffs, as if offended by the question, and turns his gaze off to the side. "We were warriors. We didn't need or want family, they would only hold us back."

It is my turn to be confused, because that just does not compute. Humans and Saiyans are close genetically, and us humans? We’re all about friends and family. I mean, I checked us against Nameks and we genetically have more in common with a banana; despite this, Nameks still live in villages and form ties like we do. But Saiyans? We're very close. Keep this under wraps: it’s about a 99.3 % match.

How do I know this? Saiyans like to bleed. Goku does. Vegeta’s practically addicted to it. Cleaning up after themselves is not their thing... I’m good with scraping up samples and putting them under a microscope. Yeah, fuck consent. I know. I’m a bad, bad girl. But I did it for science. “So... no ties to teammates or family. None at all?”

I get another scowl for my trouble before he starts into a weak laugh. “Did you miss the part where I murdered Nappa, my last unit member?” His laugh picks up in an alarming way when he makes a few gestures depicting Nappa’s last moments in this realm. My face must have shown disgust, because with one last look at me he throws his head back roaring, then suddenly stops. “No.”

So, I think he’s full of shit. Mammals are mammals, and there’s one thing we have in common: we care for each other. Specifically our young. Families must have happened. What, do you think a baby Saiyan is so strong it won't die out alone in the wild? Take a look at how much food they need to survive. Goku had his grandfather to help him as a babe, and I’m sure his appetite kept the old man busy enough. Also, Earth, I’m reasonably sure, is one of the most fertile planets around. Besides, like I said, we’re genetically almost identical. Saiyans cared for their young at some point. It's what mammals do.

“So you never knew your parents? Or what, they didn't stay in touch? How does that even work?”

"I am a Prince. My father was the King. Everybody knew who he was. But we were bred in gestation chambers. What does any of that have to do with becoming a Super Saiyan?"

My pleasant expression slips, but I cannot help it. "Super Saiyan is an emotional response. There should be a way to unlock it by finding the right triggers. The strongest triggers  humans have are related to family, and protecting one's family..." It was such an elegant theory. We all know the story of the mother cat that will fight a pack of dogs to protect her young. Would it not make perfect sense that such a transformation would be linked to protecting your own for Saiyans as well? But with Vegeta’s input, I admit the chances for my first and favourite theory are looking slim right now, and I’m very, very disappointed. "So... no other Saiyans knew their parents?”

"If they did they never talked about them, or at least not to me." He rolls his shoulders dismissively, answering a little too lightly.

I tap my finger on the table. There's more here, but I can sense we are reaching a limit to his patience. Perhaps I should simply move on to theory number two.

“...except for Raditz,” he continues.

“What?”

It's so odd for him to offer information willingly like this that I am caught off guard. Apparently, so is Vegeta. His statement is not connected with any positive mood changes though. After a restless fidget, he balls his fists and starts to pace. “Raditz talked about his old man a lot. But he doesn't count.”

Raditz. He was the one that came looking for his brother, for Goku. That trip must have taken him months, if not years. This does not sound like something a man who did not care about his family would do. And, whatever the reason, Vegeta kept tabs on him to the point that he found out right away when he died. “Why doesn’t he count?”

Something changes in the air. I think I can actually see his ki, and my papers start to flutter. “Because he was fucking weak. And fucking crazy.”

Ok. I think this is as far as I want to test the waters. I don't want my head blown off, so I agree. “You're right. He doesn't matter.”

The lie placates him enough for my papers to still, and he vigorously nods his head. He’s right about one thing though: Goku’s brother seemed totally unhinged. But then, Vegeta seemed pretty off his rocker to me as well. And Nappa? That big guy? I’m kind of glad he’s dead, sorry. Total maniac. I wonder why Raditz was supposedly worse.

I’ll put my first theory on ice for now though, and move on to number two. It will suit my needs better anyway. “Then it’s got to be a sudden spike of anger.”

“No.”

No? Now he’s just insulting me. But I breathe in, and try for reason. He was on the verge of losing it just a moment ago, and although I might want to test his temper, I do not need him to break my fragile neck. “Gohan and I discussed this at length. Goku was having a great time, until Frieza killed you. Then he completely lost it when Krillin was killed. It’s obvious that—”

"The half-breed brat can’t understand." His temper is still there, thinly veiled behind large gestures. "If anger was the trigger, I would have achieved that form as a child!"

Don't you dare insult Gohan! Seriously, he’s the only mature Saiyan in existence, between your drama and Goku’s complete lack of responsibility. Poor kid. So smart and talented. I wouldn’t mind having a kid like that myself, but I'm more of a career girl. I’m in love with science.

Once more, I bite down on my words. Vegeta is upset enough as it is, and I’d hate for him have a little melt down and revert to his old ways, especially when I am within arms reach. “I didn't say it was anger, per se. Goku described it as something breaking. So, I’d say you have to go from being happy to extremely angry very quickly.”

"That's it? You're a genius and all you can come up with is 'getting really pissed off? Some genius! I'm pissed off RIGHT NOW and I'm not transforming!"

“You are focusing on the end product and not the method. Goku is usually very laid back and happy. If you were to relax first, like he does, and then—”

"Kakarot is a feeble minded IDIOT who has betrayed his heritage!" Vegeta’s temper and ki flare, and the Prince of Saiyans loses his control. For a moment, I think he will end me. Then his first crashes through my hardwood table. Notes and wood chips scatter; I am lucky not to be hit, because I didn't even have time to turn my head. "Do not compare him to me!"

Damn. Guess that was pushing too hard. Lucky for me, the cavalry arrives in the form of my mother. Perhaps I should have warned her earlier. But as usual, my good old mother knew something was up and was prepared. She prances in with her trademark clueless expression, and sometimes I wonder if she’s fooling anyone. The sputtering nightmare in front of me seems to fall for it though.

Mom puts her one free hand to her face, the other laden with a tray of meat-buns. "Oh my. Did that old table finally give up the ghost? I knew I should have had it replaced sooner. Anyone care to try my new recipe?"

Vegeta rounds on her, teeth bared. For a moment I fear that I am going to make my father a widower, but when he does a double take upon seeing the remains of the table, I breathe a sigh of relief. He takes a deliberate whiff, grabs three of the buns, and perches on the couch armrest.

He’s on his third bite before I realise he’s distracting himself, frowning down at the buns. He’s not an idiot; not like Goku. I’d have been dead if he’d made up his mind to kill me, but he knows that would not be beneficial. That temper of his is a problem, but at least he was willing to take the out my mother provided.

I give him some time to compose himself, and when he finally speaks around a last mouthful of meat bun, I cannot help but smile. "You'd better have something else to suggest, woman."

My grin grows, because I know I’ve already won. "I’ve given you two options. There’s only two areas where Goku can beat you hands down: friends, and relaxing. Which do you suggest trying?"

He stops chewing for a moment, one eyelid twitches as he sideeyes me. He thinks it's a trap. In some ways, perhaps it is. When he sighs, resigned, my heart crows victory. “Don't worry,”I assure him, “I am an expert in relaxing.”

#surviving paradise #vegebul #bulma #vegeta #fanfic

[duhragonball]

[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (87/?)

Disclaimer: This story features characters and concepts based on Dragon Ball, which is a trademark of Bird Studio/Shueisha and Toei Animation.   This is an unauthorized work, and no profit is being made on this work by me. This story is copyright of me. Download if you like, but please don’t archive it without my permission. Don’t be shy.

Continuity Note: About 1000 years before the events of Dragon Ball Z.

Previous chapters conveniently available here.

Totaymo had something to prove.  

Everyone on Planet Saiya knew about the mysterious "Super Saiyan" who had emerged a few years ago.   No one could agree on the details, but the general consensus among Saiyans was that it was all an elaborate hoax.   There were conflicting reports on the Super Saiyan's name, gender, and appearance, but everyone seemed to agree that their defining characteristic was a transformation that turned the hair into a glowing yellow color.    A truism among the Saiyans was that their hair never changed from the day of their birth.   It never grew beyond a certain proportion of their body, and it never changed color.    There were mixed-blood Saiyans who inherited unusual hair  traits from their alien ancestors, and some Saiyans indulged in cosmetic hair dyes, but the "Super Saiyan" was something else entirely.  

When King Rehval III invited the Super Saiyan to Planet Saiya, the news spread quickly, followed by rumors about the purpose of this gesture.  Most believed that the king was going to get to the bottom of the Super Saiyan mystery once and for all.   Some thought that he merely wished to challenge the creature to battle.    As the strongest of his race, the king lacked a worthy adversary, something all Saiyans craved.  Others wondered if the king was seeking a political alliance to preserve his rule.   And there were others who believed that the "Super Saiyan" had been an agent of the king from the start, and she was merely being recalled to receive new orders for some devious scheme.  

Totaymo didn't care what the king was up to.   Like most of Rehval's subjects, he respected the king's immense power and his right to rule, but he also chafed at many of Rehval's "cultural reforms".    Fighting was carefully regulated on Saiya.  If two Saiyans wished to do battle for personal reasons, they needed written permission from the crown, and a designated battlefield.   Killing was strictly prohibited, and so was unauthorized pillaging.   These rules would be relaxed for those Saiyans who complied with Rehval's breeding policies.  Literacy was also rewarded, along with participation in cultural exchange programs.  Paradoxically, the Rehval Dynasty seemed to be obsessed with increasing the Saiyan population, only to try to turn them into something that wasn't Saiyan at all.  Nonetheless, Rehval was the strongest-- and the king-- and Totaymo was willing to let the man plot and scheme as he saw fit.  

But the Super Saiyan was a different story.  Like everyone else on the planet that day, Totaymo had felt the incredible ki power when King Rehval had requested a sparring match.  It seemed to prove that the Super Saiyan's reputation was true.   She was indeed stronger than any other Saiyan, including the king.  It seemed to prove her strength, except this demonstration of power had been conducted in private, with Rehval as the only witness.  The ki had felt real to Totaymo’s senses, but what if it had been some sort of illusion?   How could anyone be sure it had actually come from a single Saiyan?

He had seen photos of this "Luffa", the young woman the king had claimed to be the Super Saiyan.  Aside from the deranged, baleful look in her eyes, she looked Saiyan enough, but she hardly possessed the grandeur of a mighty warrior who could outmatch the king.   She was a woman, after all, and he was certain that no woman could have produced the ki intensity he sensed that day.   There were Saiyan women who were strong, yes, but the old heroes were all men.   The king was a man.    The top generals in the king's army were men.  Totaymo was a man, and he prided himself on being one of the strongest Saiyans outside of the royal military.      

And so, when he sensed the same immense ki today, coming from a small settlement far away from the palace, Totaymo resolved to see for himself.   He would expose this Luffa's secret, overpower her, and kill her in front of as many witnesses as possible.   The king might object to that, but Totaymo suspected that the king had secrets of his own mixed up in this.   Perhaps Rehval might be willing to grant special privileges in exchange for Totaymo's discretion...

As he approached the source of the disturbance, Totaymo noticed other Saiyan powers converging on the same location.   He increased the speed of his flight, for he expected his quarry to withdraw, but there was no retreat.   Whatever it was remained stationary, as though defying anyone who confronted it.   His senses could tell that they were fighting, but little more than that.  He pushed himself to fly even faster now, desperate to see with his eyes what his ki sensitivity could not discern.  

He regretted his arrival almost as soon as he reached his destination.   The photos he had seen were taken at a formal ball thrown by the crown.   Luffa had been dressed in some elaborate gown in a style favored by the court.  In such a setting, Luffa looked out of place, but subdued.   He recognized the woman below him as the same person, but now her power was on full display.   Her hair was glowing yellow, only the stories didn't do justice to how bizarre it looked.   It was her tail that unnerved him the most.   It moved so naturally behind her, so much like any other Saiyan, and yet it burned in that same terrible color.    And then she turned and glanced upward, turning her green eyes in his direction.   With a savage smile, she reached out with her hand, and gestured for him to come down and join her.  

Suddenly, Totaymo found he no longer had any interest in solving the mystery of the Super Saiyan.   Still floating in midair, he backed away slowly, hoping she hadn't noticed how aggressive his approach had been a moment ago.   As he drifted through the sky, he spotted the other Saiyans he had sensed earlier.    They were all wearing military uniforms, and while they were still alive, they had all been brought to their hands and knees by some powerful force.   Totaymo had a pretty good idea what that force was.   She was eying him like a big cat about to pounce.  

He turned around, preparing to flee the scene at his maximum speed, but before he could even try, he felt someone grabbing him from behind.   Faster than he could react, he was caught in a full nelson, and her hands locked over the back of his thick neck felt like a vise.

"Leaving so soon?" she asked.   Totaymo didn't understand how Luffa managed to catch him at such a great distance, but he knew there was no point in asking.   It was her, and she really was as strong as everyone said.  Maybe stronger.

"You should be giving your fellow Saiyans a hand!" she said as she flung him to the ground.    Painfully, Totaymo rolled over and struggled to get back to his feet.    When he looked up, he found Luffa already standing in front of him, looming over him like a specter.   He turned away, not because of the brightness of her aura, but because it disturbed him to look at her, now that he knew what she was.  

"I have some questions I'd like to ask you," Luffa said.    "General Rattijio already answered them, but I've got trust problems when it comes to this planet, and I'm not confident about my mental abilities right now."

Totaymo swallowed hard at the words “mental abilities”.    He could only guess what sort of awful powers this monster possessed.    He was about to protest that he didn't know anything, but then he noticed one of the soldiers had gotten up and was running towards her from behind.   He didn't know if he should warn the soldier to stop or remain silent so as not to give him away.   The soldier raised his arms to attack, but then Luffa suddenly swung her fist back to catch him squarely in the jaw.    Dazed, the soldier stumbled forward, and Luffa grabbed him by the collar of his uniform and tossed him over her shoulder.  

"As I was saying," Luffa continued.  As she reached for Totaymo’s face with her hands, her own expression twisted into a sadistic grin.  "Normally I'd just read one person's mind, but I think it'll be safer to read a few dozen or so, just to make sure everyone’s memories match up.   Now... hold still."

He did as she said.    As her fingers pressed into Totaymo’s cheeks and forehead, he realized that he was too frightened to do anything else.

*******

Luffa's telepathic interrogation of the planet continued this way for the next two hours.   Wherever she went, the locals-- military and civilian alike --tried to resist her, only to be completely overwhelmed by her power.   She toyed with them at every engagement, only fighting back when it amused her to do so.    Eventually, the military adopted a strategy of pursuing her and pooling their collective power into larger attacks, but was little more than a nuisance to her.  It wasn't until she started fighting in the citadel, Planet Saiya's capital and major population center, that the Honor Guard entered the battle.   Five of their number flew to intercept her, their faces concealed with metal helmets.  

"Where's the king?" Luffa asked.

"Surrender immediately," said their leader.  

Luffa shrugged and held out her hands, inviting them to attack.  

The Honor Guardsmen took up positions around her and started firing beams of ki energy from their fingertips.   These criss-crossed around Luffa without actually hitting her.   She watched as the beams from one Guardsman were absorbed into the gloved palms of another, and so on.   With each passing moment, the intensity of the beams grew stronger.  

"You're amplifying each other's power," Luffa said.   "That's a nice trick.   Can you hit a moving target, though?"

She shoved one of them aside and flew around, keeping her distance without actually withdrawing from the battle.   The Guardsmen continued to gather energy, but they shifted their positions, the leader turning to face Luffa at all times.   When they were finally ready to fire, Luffa made no effort to avoid the blast.   She was engulfed by a wide beam of magenta light that came from the leader's helmeted face.  

And she emerged unscathed.  

"Very good," Luffa said.   "I can see why everyone around here takes you guys so seriously.   A couple of years ago, that might have given me some trouble.   Of course, if you can only manage one shot at a time, it doesn't do you much good--"

Without warning, the leader fired again.   And again.   This time, Luffa dodged the attacks.  

"Hey, not bad!" she said, genuinely pleased to have underestimated her opponent.    "I was starting to think you guys were robots or something, but you've got real skill under those shiny domes.   Well, if you can amplify each other's blasts, maybe you can handle this!"

She drew back her hands and launched a Gallick Gun at them.   It was a classic Saiyan technique reserved for finishing a battle with as much power as a warrior could muster.     In Luffa’s hands, the Gallick Gun was just a minor weapon in her arsenal.    The Guardsmen scattered, but one of them couldn't escape in time, and was caught in the blast.  To Luffa's amazement, he survived the attack in one piece, though his uniform was badly scorched.  

"Nice!" Luffa cheered.   She pointed to her chin and smiled.  "Now give it back to me!   Let's see what you've got!"

The Guardsman suddenly went limp and fell to the ground.   Luffa watched his body for a few seconds and decided that he wasn't getting up again.  

"Fine," she muttered to the rest of them.  "Now that we have each other's measure, let's start over.   Where's the king?"

******

Arracash wasn't sure why she bothered following Luffa.   The Super Saiyan was her only granddaughter, but they had only discovered this relationship a few days ago.    The only things they had in common were their family resemblance and a mutual disgust with Luffa's father, Arracash's son.    Briefly, Arracash found herself able to take some pride in her daughter's power and prestige.   That was before Luffa transformed into a shiny golden thing in the middle of her living room.   Luffa really was a Saiyan, and not some alien pretending to be one, but Arracash now understood why that theory was so popular among their people.   Even when a Saiyan knew and believed the truth, it was still very disturbing to accept it.  

Whether Arracash realized it or not, this was what drove her to seek out Luffa after she left to begin her rampage.   Surely, she hoped, the transformation was as unsettling to Luffa herself as it was to any other Saiyan.    Maybe Luffa had gotten used to it by now, but Arracash felt she finally understood Luffa's discomfort with the Saiyan homeworld.   Luffa's alien wife had brought her here, hoping to foster some sort of good will between Saiyan and Super Saiyan, but the poor girl didn't really understand what that meant.   The two of them loved each other, certainly, but they both had a lot to learn about each other.  

"Pity" wasn't a word Arracash used much in her seventy-five years of life, but she felt it for Luffa.   She didn't understand what her granddaughter was going through, but Arracash suspected she had a better idea than anyone else on Planet Saiya at the moment.  That meant she probably had the best chance of defusing this situation.    

She eventually found Luffa sitting on a deserted street in the citadel, tearing the helmet off of an Honor Guardsman.    Arracash's blood ran cold at the sight of this.   The old Saiyan had never seen a Guardsman before.   They were King Rehval's secret police, only appearing to suppress dissent and enforce the rule of the crown.   They were supposed to be unstoppable.   Luffa had stopped five of them, judging from the corpses littered around the road, and she didn’t even look winded.

"Bah!" Luffa growled as sparks flew from the inside of the helmet.   The Guardsman's unconscious face was pale, as though he had been covered for years.   "Maybe these clowns really are robots.   It'd explain their lack of personality, but there's a stink of magic to them...   Maybe--"

"Luffa?" Arracash said, drawing her attention.   This was normally a busy walkway in the citadel, but the battle had driven most of the Saiyans elsewhere. Arracash’s voice seemed louder than she had intended.      

"What's on your mind, Arracash?" Luffa asked cordially.   "You here to watch the action?   Want to join in?  Those soldiers might be back to make another try, but I can't promise you much in the way of excitement.   A fight’s a fight, though, right?   Beats staying at home peeling vegetables."

"You've got to calm down," Arracash said.   "I know the king deceived you somehow, and you're upset that he isn't around to answer for that, but this won't solve anything--"

Luffa looked at her with her radiant green eyes, and suddenly she rose to her feet.  "From where I'm standing," she said, "this solves everything.   That royalist fool and his witless subjects have been screwing with me ever since I turned into this thing."   She crushed the helmet in her bare hands and held up the crumpled remains.   "I'm pretty sure this 'Honor Guard' is the best they've got, and none of them can even touch me.   So Rehval can either show his face and take his medicine, or I pick his precious kingdom apart.    Sorry if that upsets your quiet life on this planet."

"Quiet?" In spire of Arracash’s concern, she was still proud enough to take umbrage at Luffa’s remark.  "Hey, I was busting heads before your father was born."

"Well, you sounded like you were trying to play peacemaker there for a minute," Luffa replied.  

"I'm just trying to get you to settle down before you accidentally blow up the whole world!" Arracash shouted.  

Luffa laughed.   "Stakes are too high for you, huh?" she asked.  "You think I can't control it?   Don't worry."  

Without warning, her hair and eyes changed back to their normal dark colors, and the pulsing aura around her body vanished.    

"I can turn it on and off pretty easily these days," Luffa said.  

Arracash was stunned.  "You... you're back to normal!" was all she could really say.   She expected to feel relief at this moment, but it never came.  Instead,  Luffa raised her arm and pointed at Arracash. 

“I’m not normal,” she said.

Instinctively, Arracash ducked, just as Luffa fired a thin beam of ki from her fingertips.   Arracash rolled away and saw that she had shot a Saiyan soldier who had been approaching from behind her.  

"Wait, I get it," Luffa said with a chuckle.   "You thought I had some sort of personality change going on.   Like I become a different person when I’m transformed.   Like those chumps who can't control themselves when they turn into giant apes."

"I... don't know what I thought," Arracash said as she watched the downed soldier clutch at his still-smoking wound.   "I just want you to stop this."

"Tell it to the king," Luffa replied.  With a harsh grunt, she suddenly transformed back into her Super Saiyan form.   "He knows he can't beat me, so he's been playing some stupid game.   So he must have known he'd push me too far, which means this rampage I'm on fits right into his plan, doesn't it?"

She grabbed Arracash by the hair and pulled her up to her feet.   "Or maybe Rehval didn't see this coming!" Luffa said with a scowl.   "Maybe his scheme backfired on him, because he's too clever for his own good.   Kind of like what happened to my father when he tried to play games with me."

Arracash's eyes went wide with horror.   She had despised her son--Luffa's father--for most of his life.   She considered Orij to be an honorless, conniving fool who put too much trust in his misbegotten schemes.   Now, as she looked into Luffa's unholy green eyes, Arracash could see the legacy of his brand of opportunism.  

"He did this to you,"  she gasped.  "Somehow, Orij turned you into..."

"I did this to me," Luffa insisted.   "Because he left me no other choice."

It was easy to guess the rest.   Luffa had already admitted to killing Orij, and at the time, Arracash was happy to hear it.   But now, as she saw what Orij must have seen in his final moments-- the sight of his own daughter transformed into his final judgment-- she felt a twinge of pity for her son.    Whether Orij deserved his fate or not, Arracash wouldn't have wished it on her worst enemy.

"You... you're saying the king is no better than Orij was," Arracash said.  

"Now you're catching on," Luffa said.   "He's no warrior.   Just a trickster who longs to be a more successful trickster."

"Then all this time I've lived here," Arracash said.   "I've been enabling..."

"Hold that thought," Luffa said as she shoved her grandmother unceremoniously to the street.   Before Arracash hit the ground, Luffa had turned to face the opposite direction.   Arracash was about to ask what was wrong, and then she finally sensed it herself.   Three ki signatures emerging from seemingly out of nowhere, localized in the ground beneath them.    They had a Saiyan quality to them, but not quite.   There was something unusual about them, but before Arracash could ask what it was, the ground erupted beneath her.  

They tore through the pavement like alien larvae bursting out of egg sacs.    Each of them was at least fifty feet in size, and appeared to be made out of the earth itself.  The surfaces of their bodies were covered in arcane looking engravings that glowed purple that pulsed as if some monstrous heart was pumping the light in and out of them.   Their bodies seemed partially humanoid, but with six limbs instead of the usual four, and a thick cylindrical column in place of a neck or head.   Upon their chests, Arracash could see what looked like a relief carving of a Saiyan body.   Then, to her revulsion, Arracash noticed the figure moving slightly, as it writhed and quivered on the creature's chest.  

"Lamentations to you, upworlder!" said the lead creature as it stepped toward Luffa.   "You have broken the helmet of an Honor Guardsman, thereby unleashing us to come forth where he fell!"

"Yeah, that was me," Luffa said.  "You three work for Rehval too, then?"

The second creature screamed with a voice so deep it seemed to reverberate in the air.   "Does the stone 'work' for the mason?" it moaned.   "Does the mason spare a thought for the agony of his materials?   The Rehval conquered us, little upworlder!  We who dwelled beneath the surface of this, our home world!   The world he now profanes with the name Saiya!"

"Once we were many," wailed the third, "before he cast us into these forms with his dark magics!    He merged us into these beings who stand before you, and sealed us away beneath his citadel!"

"But the cruelest measure of all was to bind us to those of his own race!" the leader cried.   It pointed its massive fingers at the Saiyan fused to its chest.  "The one called Finule is but the latest sacrifice to bind us to his spell, so that we must be forever condemned to defend his realm!"

Arracash had never seen Finule, though she could only guess that the woman embedded in the creature’s chest was the same one Luffa’s wife had been worried about.   She had no idea what Finule was experiencing, but a sinking feeling in her stomach told her that it was surely a fate worse than death.

"That's too bad," Luffa said.   "Best I can offer you is to put you out of your misery.  I can’t make it painless, but at least you can die in a fair fight."

"Fool!" the second creature moaned.   "We are not warriors who would fight you fairly!  We are damned souls, doomed to service our tormentor without honor or mercy!   We will crush you together!"

As one, they closed in on Luffa and fired beams of purple light from their eyes.   Luffa leaped into the air and fired back with her own ki blasts, knocking them off their feet.   The dove down and kicked the leader sending him flying into a nearby building.  

"You think three-on-one will do you any good?!" Luffa screeched.  "Do you really believe you have enough power to beat me?!"

Arracash watched as the three creatures tried to answer her challenge.  Her mind was still reeling at the revelation that her sovereign was capable of such treachery and dishonor.  She had lived on this planet and supported its regime because she thought it stood for something the Saiyans could believe in, but it was a lie.   Whatever Finule had been fused with, it was an abomination.    At the very least, King Rehval had allowed it to happen.  More likely, he had commanded it, knowing that his subjects, people like Arracash, would never notice the difference.    She wanted to hit something, but fighting was impossible now.   Luffa's battle had escalated beyond any mere Saiyan.  

And so she fled, sticking to the alleys and shadows to avoid being spotted by Rehval's troops.   She didn't know where she would go, or if she would ever see her granddaughter again.   But she knew the only future on Planet Saiya was death.  

*******

Even with the three creatures, even with the rest of the Honor Guard, the Saiyans were unable to stop Luffa from going where she pleased.   They continued to try, however, and Luffa suspected that this was because she had been too easy on them.    In showing restraint, she had led the Saiyans to think that she was weaker than she really was.  

As twenty of them tried to pin her down with a combined ki blast, a plucky soldier rushed at her with a spear.   "You're finished, you filthy sow!" he shouted, his eyes fiery with hatred.  

Luffa vaporized his weapon and broke his neck.   With a furious scream, she brought her own ki to bear, and repelled the other twenty enemies as easily as an animal shaking water out of its fur.  

"Don't fool yourselves!" she called out to them as she tossed the corpse of their comrade to the wayside.  "I may be having fun with you, but you ought to be fighting like your lives depend on it!"

Another squad of Saiyans flew in from a different angle.   She turned and fired on them, spewing what looked like golden fire from her mouth.  A few of them managed to narrowly avoid the attack, but only by veering so far off their approach vector that they ended up crashing into nearby structures.   The rest took the full force of the blast, and while the hardiest of their number survived, they were in no longer in any condition to fight.  

One of the earthen creatures tried to get the drop on her, and Luffa was genuinely impressed that anything so large could be so stealthy.   She suspected that the monsters had a way to teleport, but this only allowed them to draw out the battle without actually taking the initiative.  Luffa caught its enormous fist and struck it with her own, forming a spider-web pattern of fractures across its fingers.  

"Come on!" she shouted.   "You gave me that sob story about being cursed to fight for this planet, so fight!   Or do you need some more motivation?!"

She swiped at the air with her arm, and a wave of ki arced out from it, carving a deep trench in the ground and wrecking whatever buildings were in its path.   Another band of Saiyans arrived on the scene, and rather than wait for them to attack, she charged at them and started brawling with them in mid-air.   Every so often she would grab one of them and toss him down at the citadel like a guided missile, adding to her path of destruction.  

They couldn't stop her.    Nothing on this planet could stop her.   Once, she had told another Saiyan that compassion was the key to her Super Saiyan power, but that lesson was lost on these fools.   Rehval's lapdogs would keep fighting her no matter how badly she humiliated them, not because they believed in their cause, but because they were too stubborn and too proud and too cowardly to admit defeat.   She didn't need to kill any of them, or to destroy their settlements and homes, but she saw no reason to hold back either.   If they hated her so much, if they were so resentful of her power, then she would give them a reason to hate her.    

Her only regret was in not doing this from the moment she arrived on Planet Saiya.   She had swallowed her pride and accepted the king's invitation, she had stomached the endless contempt of his subjects, and for what?   Now, all that pent-up frustration was being repaid upon them in kind, and for the first time since she had come to this planet, she was feeling like herself again.  She could finally cut loose and use her powers with reckless abandon--

And then she sensed it.   In the midst of the battlefield she had created in the middle of the citadel, there was a ki signature out of place.  It wasn't coming from her, or from her enemies, and it wasn't fleeing to safety.   This was stationary, and located in one of the buildings she had smashed.   It was definitely Saiyan, but it was very faint, and almost familiar...

Once she recognized it, she set her teeth and flew straight for it.   Rather than smash through the rubble, Luffa concentrated, and extended her ki around the debris, causing it to levitate up and away from her path.   An Honor Guardsman tried to attack her while she worked at this, and she slapped him aside, killing him instantly.  

Inside, she found a Saiyan woman, not much younger than herself.   She was crouching under a support beam, and cradling an infant.  

"Dammit," Luffa said.  

"Don't come any closer!" the woman gasped.   "Stay away!"

The mother was suppressing her ki, but Luffa's senses were perceptive enough to tell that she didn't have much power to hide.   When the fighting started, she must have decided that it would be safer to hide than to try to evacuate the area.  It would have worked, except that there was no way for her to keep the baby's ki hidden.   Most Saiyans wouldn't have been able to detect the child's power, but Luffa was a Super Saiyan, and her senses were as advanced as her strength.     More importantly, she had experience with these matters.  

"That's some kid you've got there," Luffa said.   She was trying to be cavalier, but the words felt awkward when she spoke them.    "I could sense the tyke from outside!   He could be a great fighter some day."

"G-go away!" the woman demanded.   It was more of a plea than anything else.    She wasn't begging for mercy, but she wasn't going to bother with threats either.  

"It's all right.  I won't hurt you," Luffa said.   "I, uh..."

She wanted to say that she was a mother herself, but that happy thought had perished on the Tikosi Hiveworld.   Her father had betrayed her to the Tikosi, who captured her and tortured her in the name of 'research'.    When they found that she was pregnant, they removed the fetus surgically, and sold the remains to King Rehval's father.    Not long after, Luffa became a Super Saiyan, and laid waste to the Tikosi planet, not unlike the way she was currently smashing up the Saiyan homeworld today.    

But the woman wouldn't have understood any of this.   She was too weak to defend herself, and her only concern was protecting her offspring.    Luffa had seen this before.    When she had ravaged the Tikosi Hiveworld, she was determined to exterminate their entire race to avenge her unborn son.   They were a hive species, with each individual acting as an interchangeable part of a whole.   Killing them had been easy, for every adult Tikosi could become a soldier whenever the need arose.    Fueled by righteous fury, she had cut a swath of destruction across the planet.

Until she had found their nurseries.  

The Tikosi had kept their young in underground chambers, as hidden and well-protected as possible.   But in her unstoppable rage, Luffa had left no stone unturned in her search for fresh victims.   She had sensed the collective ki of the Tikosi larvae, and she had smashed into their dwelling, expecting to find more soldiers.   Instead, when she had found what was actually there, she hesitated.   After a brief pause, she had moved on to find more suitable targets for her wrath.   Despite her hatred for those despicable creatures, she couldn't bring herself to kill them all, nor could she attack their young, doing to them what they had so callously done to her.  

That decision still haunted her to this day.    Luffa never spoke of it, even to her dearest friends who had helped her that dark day on the Hiveworld.   As far as any of them knew, she had simply fought the Tikosi until she finally wore herself out.   They didn't know she had ever planned to wipe them out, or that she ultimately chose not to go through with it.    She was never sure which was the right decision, even after she had made it.   She felt ashamed to have considered either option.

"Why are you hiding here?" Luffa asked the woman.   "If you didn't want to fight, you should have gotten the hell out of this area."

"Leave us alone!" the woman insisted.    

"Answer me," Luffa growled.  

She sensed her enemies outside, preparing to attack her.   With a loud grunt, Luffa summoned her ki and created a protective field over the three of them.   When the attack came, the entire building was vaporized, along with much of the ground beneath it, but Luffa, the woman, and her child were unharmed.  

"I'm wasting my time," Luffa said.   "Rehval won't come to your rescue, and I have better things to do than play around with these idiots.   You're going to tell me what I want to know.   Now."

She reached for the woman and planted her fingers over her face.    Outside Luffa's dome of energy, the Saiyans fired a barrage of attacks.   She paid no attention to them.  

When the dome vanished, Luffa launched a furious counterattack, then continued on her way.

*******

Luffa's rampage across Planet Saiya was more than just a chance for her to vent her frustrations.   It had taken several hours, but she had managed to telepathically interrogate enough Saiyans to determine exactly how to find Rehval.    None of them possessed the entire answer, and most of them knew nothing useful at all, but many of them had enough pieces of the puzzle that she could work it out.  More importantly, the information they possessed was generally in agreement.   Somehow, King Rehval had deceived her telepathic abilities.    Luffa had probed his mind carefully to make certain he wasn't an enemy, but there were facts about him that had simply been absent from his psyche, almost as if he had edited his own memories.  If it could happen to him, then it could happen to his subjects as well.   The only way to separate the truth from the lies was by consensus.   Arracash and General Rattijio had known about Rehval's children, even if Rehval himself had no memory of them.   It stood to reason that whoever had altered his memories had neglected to do the same for the entire population.   What mind-reader would dare to probe the thoughts of one Saiyan, let alone a thousand, or ten thousand?

Luffa snorted as her grim reflection in the germanium-plated door showed the answer to that question.   She had fought almost every Saiyan on the planet, and wasn't even tired.   The one thing their minds shared was a deep distrust and revulsion towards her.   They feared her.    They envied her.  They hated her.   None of this was much of a surprise, but to experience that loathing firsthand, over and over again, had been... profound for her.    But she would worry about that some other time, after her search was completed.  

There was an underground complex beneath the citadel.   The Saiyans who knew of it were forbidden from discussing its location or existence with unauthorized persons, but Luffa had taken that knowledge for herself.    As she had learned the true purpose of the facility, she found herself recalling the Tikosi Hiveworld once again.   It seemed that Planet Saiya had its own “nursery.”  

She ripped the germanium-plated door from its hinges and entered.   There was an Honor Guardsman stationed on the other side to deny her access, but Luffa cut him down with a single kick.   Instead of dying from internal injuries, the Guardsman convulsed and twitched like a broken toy, and Luffa was becoming more convinced that this was all the Honor Guard really was.    Perhaps they had been Saiyans once, but no longer.    Zatte had told Luffa that Finule had tried to kill herself rather than be forcibly recruited into their ranks.   Luffa could now understand her reasoning.  

Inside, she found dozens of tanks covered in technological devices.   Each one had a window of transparent polymer, which displayed their contents.   Luffa checked several of them, but she already knew what to expect, thanks to the knowledge, speculation, or imagination of Rehval's subjects.    Within each vessel, suspended in some sort of fluid, was a Saiyan child.

What surprised Luffa was the sheer size of the operation.  There were at least a thousand such tanks.  Some contained newborn infants, while others housed Saiyans who appeared to be three years of age.    It was this nursery that had terrified the Saiyan mother she met earlier.   Naturally, Luffa had assumed the woman was worried about the monstrous Super Saiyan, but a probe of her thoughts revealed the truth.    She had been caring for her child in secret, fearing that if Rehval's regime found out about it, they would confiscate her child and place it in one of these vats.    She needn't have worried.   From what Luffa gathered from the officials she had probed, only certain children were taken to this facility for post-natal incubation.  It was supposed to make them stronger than they would be if they were left in the care of their parents.    The very idea disgusted Luffa to her core.  The only reason she hadn't destroyed the facility was because she didn't know how to safely remove the children.

There was no sign of Rehval, but his closest confidants and advisors knew that he went to this place for reasons known only to himself.   It was a secret, and Luffa suspected that exposing it would unearth other secrets.  After a thorough search of the complex, she found an access elevator which led to a lower level.  It required a passcode to use, but Luffa simply tore the doors open and ripped the elevator car out of the shaft.  Rehval had told her how much he appreciated elevators, but he had never explained why.  Luffa was far beyond caring.  

At the bottom of the shaft, she found what could only be described as a laboratory.   Luffa had seen similar apparati on Planet Gwarthos, which boasted the galaxy’s most prestigious alchemical-equestrian academy.   Aside from the lack of stables, the equipment here was very similar.   A large distillation flask hung over blue flames in a brick hearth.   The walls were lined with shelves of parchments and scrolls.   It looked very much like a more advanced version of the laboratory that had belonged to King Rehval II before he died.   Only this room wasn't covered in dust from years of disuse.  

She considered destroying this room, as there were no innocents that would be harmed by it, but before she could consider all the reagents and elixirs that might explode, she spotted what looked like a stone gateway built into one of the walls.   It looked like it was meant to surround a doorway, only there was no door, just solid wall.    Luffa placed her hand on the wall, deciding whether it would be worth smashing through it, when suddenly the gateway began to glow. 

The gently pulsing light reminded her of the carvings that had been on those earthen creatures she had fought on the surface.    The stones of the gateway bore similar markings, which now glowed in the same color.  Then the section of wall surrounded by the stones also began to glow.   Seconds later, an image appeared in the gateway.   Luffa could see another place.   It looked like a city, but not like anything she had seen on Planet Saiya.  

Then she remembered having seen it once before.   Rehval had shown her his villa, located on some other planet.   He had told her that it was his private retreat from the burdens of his rule, and that he went there often to refresh himself.   For a moment, she wondered why he kept an image of the place in this laboratory, when he had a holographic model of the entire estate in his palace.   Then it hit her: this was not an image at all.   She was actually looking at a place many light years away.  

She didn't think the Gwarthosians had that sort of ability, but she knew of other magic-users who did.   The faerie folk of Nhh-r'cooh lived in a wormhole, a hyperspatial tunnel that allowed one to travel from one end of the galaxy to the other in a matter of minutes.   She had even enlisted their help in constructing a second wormhole to outfox the Shockmaster's invasion of Extraliga.  This gateway wasn't exactly the same, but it probably operated on the same principle. 

She found an empty vial on a benchtop and tossed it at the portal.   Instead of bouncing off the image, it continued on its trajectory and landed in the background.   Cautiously, she repeated her experiment, this time using the tip of her tail.   Once she was satisfied that her tail could enter the portal and return unharmed, she leaped through.

Before she could properly take in her new surroundings, she heard a voice calling out to her, and she suddenly noticed that she wasn't alone.   It was the king, accompanied by a woman she had never seen before.  

"Glad you could finally join us, Luffa," said King Rehval.  

NEXT: Idylls of the King.

#dragon ball #fanfiction #luffa #lssjluffafic #saiya #arracash #we're back #sorry it's taken me so long to update #i plan to make up for lost time #but we'll see how that goes

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Keiyaku VI for TPTH Vegebul Smutfest

AN: I wrote this entire chapter in a hospital waiting room. On my phone. Yee haw. When I get home, I’ll edit the syntax & formatting to make better sense. @tpthvegebulsmutfest I'll put a cut in ASAP, it won't do the thing on mobile. 😡

AN2: Updated with the cut.

  Day 6 – Ape

The day arrived. Not just the next day, not just the day after, but the day – the antefasting battle would be fought in 12 hours. Bulma and Vegeta had spent every hour of the last 24 days together – Bulma insisted that Vegeta give her at least SOME training, so Vegeta taught her every single dirty trick he knew. Sand in the eyes, hand in the eyes, fingers hooked into the mouth, leg sweeps, where to kick to elude the pressure guards of the fighting suit, where to jab her scythe-like hands, to scratch, to bite, to fight dirty…

He hoped he was teaching her to survive.

She knew she would be fighting for her life.

Bulma ate Vegeta out of house and home for weeks – she blamed the training regimen,  but Vegeta genuinely saw no change in her strength, even as the weeks stretched on. When he wasn’t training Bulma, he took her to the training grounds and made her study Daiku’s movements, his range, his attack style. Vegeta made Beri attend, made her take notes.

“Is my son very cruel to you?” Bulma remembered the Queen’s first question to her.

No, Vegeta wasn’t cruel to her, but how could he make Beri do this? Bulma and Beri were friends, Beri and Daiku were fasted. She was caught between the two of them, and eventually Bulma asked for Beri to be excluded from the visits to the Training Ground.

“Vegeta, it’s cruel! And if it isn’t cruel, it’s unreliable – how can I trust that she’s taking notes that will help me hurt Daiku? I would never give anyone information that could hurt you!”

Vegeta realized that Beri, even dutiful Beri, might feed them bad information to protect her fasted one’s honor. Beri was dismissed from trips to the Training Ground, and she seemed grateful.

Bulma studied Daiku, and she studied the Saiyans. And she read all the books in Vegeta’s library. And she began, just barely began, to formulate a plan.

“Look hard within yourself, you already possess every strength you will need to win.” That’s what Queen Pea told her. She had had no training, then. So, what could the queen have been talking about?

Bulma wished she could ask her, but the one time she’d tried to enter the castle, she’d been tossed out on her pert behind.

“Lady Bulma, we cannot allow you on the castle grounds and we cannot tell you why until after the antefasting battle. Please leave,” a guard around Vegeta’s height but bald as Nappa explained to her, “before we are both in grievous trouble.”

Bulma lurked around the grounds, peeked into the castle gardens and even tried to climb a wall, but each time the guard found her out, and threw her out. She stopped trying.

Instead, on this final day, she decided to just put her theory to the test. She started small, and tried to work the experiment into the daily training exercises that Vegeta put her through. She waited until he left her to work on her own katas, a shortened and modified version of his own, and then watched him.

He tended to zone out when he trained, the heat of the battle building within and around him, until he forgot her presence and his own body. She waited until he was moving at a blinding pace, faster than she could see and she yelled out suddenly, at the top of her little lungs, “VEGETA, STOP!”

Vegeta froze, one leg in the air – in the middle of the apex of a high sweeping kick. He swiveled his head and looked at her like she was absolutely out of her mind. “What, woman?” he yelled, bringing his leg back to the ground. “Are you in pain or are you just insane?”

“Uhh… nevermind?”

“Tch.” He clicked his teeth, and started his katas from the beginning once more. Bulma again let him pick up the pace, body rolling faster and faster against his invisible foe, at first pretending to resume her own training and eventually just watching him and waiting for his frenzied pace to reach its peak once again.

And once again, she yelled out at the top of her lungs, “VEGETA, STOP!”

“WOMAN. GO AWAY.” He yelled back at her, still as stone and frozen in place. “You’re being deliberately irritating and I am not in the mood.”

Bulma grinned at him then, the first proof of her hypothesis obtained. She turned on her heels and made for his royal residence. First, she would have lunch. Next, she would run another test.   *** Vegeta came home long hours after her departure, crabby and frustrated. He wanted to find Daiku and rip him limb from limb, to keep Bulma safe, but he knew that he couldn’t do that – it was an insult to Bulma’s honor, to Daiku’s honor, and would end in the forfeit of his title – worst of all.

After the antefasting battle was announced and Vegeta held Bulma to calm and comfort them both, they had returned him to find a red lettered notice on their door. It was from the King and it decreed that should Vegeta even so much as spar with Daiku in the 24 days leading up to the antefasting battle, he would lose his title and be permanently exiled.

Vegeta weighed his options, now and then, and still couldn’t make up his mind. Was the woman worth losing his right to ascend the throne? What was the throne worth if he could never produce an heir – for Vegeta knew, had known since that night in the sky, that he would never couple with another woman. However it happened, for whatever reason, he felt bound to her in the strongest sense of the terms. And then, of course, came the last question – would Bulma ever be able to bear that heir? She wasn’t a Saiyan, and Saiyan pregnancies are difficult on even Saiyan women.

He had been in turmoil for weeks, and he hated it. Never before in all his life had he felt so lost.

He peeled off his suit and stepped into the bathing chamber. He cranked the taps to their hottest and stood underneath the stream. He let his mind wander, not forcing his thoughts in any direction, just letting his mind fire whatever thoughts it had into the abyss. When he had been at war, leading King’s army against Cold-era invaders, oftentimes his best strategies came to him at times like this, almost meditating.

He stood under the streams until they ran cold, but no brilliant strategy came to him. Still irate, he wrapped a cloth around himself and left the bathing chamber. He realized, slowly, that he couldn’t sense Bulma in the residence. He felt panic beginning to rise in his chest, balling sourly in his throat.

“Bulma?” he called out, striding from the room. “Bulma?” No answer. He strode into their bedroom – not there. Into the kitchen – not there.  Into the dressing room, into the library, into the dining hall, into the sitting room – no Bulma, no Bulma, no Bulma.

“Did she run away?” he thought. "Did she leave me?“

*** Bulma confronted the guard that was keeping her out of the castle. “Look here you, I might die tonight! I need to talk to the queen.”

“I could die right now if I allow you access to the castle, or to the queen, Lady Bulma.”

Time to try experiment two. Bulma thought. “Say, what’s your name?”

The guard shifted uncomfortably. “My Lady Bulma, I have been instructed on pain of death not to give you my name, nor to speak with you any further.”

Shit. Okay, experiment three.

“GET OUT OF MY WAY!”

The guard jumped and sidestepped, out of Bulma’s way for an instant before jumping directly back in her path. “Please… please Lady Bulma, leave.”

“Interesting.” Bulma said aloud. “Thank you.” She left down the path, retracing her steps the way she came.

When she walked through the door of the residence, she could hear Vegeta calling her name from his sitting room in the back of the house. He sounded strangely panicked. “Vegeta?”

He came racing, boots striking the poor abused flooring with iron footfalls. “I couldn’t feel you anywhere – I thought – nevermind, where have you been and what have you done to yourself?”

“Huh?” Bulma looked at him in pure confusion, “What now?”

“You are different, I have been scanning this house and this whole area for you and I can’t feel you – not even now with you before me – it’s like you’re a ghost.” He said, horror creeping into this voice.

“Vegeta,” Bulma said softly. “I’m not a ghost. I don’t know why you couldn’t sense me, but I was up at the castle, and I’m here now.” She placed her tiny hand on his bare bicep. “Vegeta, I’m here.”

“I thought… you had left,” he turned away from her and began to walk back down the hall, toward his sitting room. He wore just a cloth – something like a towel – around his waist.

“Vegeta, stop,” Bulma said softly.

And so he did, one foot in the air.

“Vegeta, look at me,” she continued, closing the distance between them and placing both her hands on his chest before pressing her body against him tightly and tipping her face up to look in his eyes. “I will never leave you, not willingly, not ever. I love you.”

She dropped her hands from his chest and circled her arms around his waist. “Your mother didn’t understand the word love. Do you?”

“Keiyaku,” he rumbled from deep down in his chest.

“Yup.”

“I… feel that, too,” he admitted, and wrapped his arms around her, crushing her to his chest. “I have never felt it before.”

Bulma smiled, pulled away, and took him by the hand into his – or their – sitting room. ��Come here, Vegeta. Let me teach you how to say I love you.”

He followed her, almost meekly, obediently. She sat him down in a massive chair, but not before pulling off his towel. And there he sat, like a marble god, like a heathen king, erect and waiting for his queen.

He smiled, teeth predatory and white, one eyebrow raised, chest rising and falling rapidly in his anticipation.

Bulma began to undress herself. She started by untying the scarf at her throat, which she tossed at Vegeta. He reached up and caught it languidly, bringing it to his face and inhaling deeply. It smelled like his woman.

She pulled the end of the seafoam green wrap that she was cocooned in, and once loosened, it easily fell away from her perfect body – long legs, lithe arms, alabaster skin, red lips and her eyes like stars. Vegeta couldn’t look away as she took the few delicate steps to close the distance between them and draped herself across his lap. She leaned her head back against one of his broad shoulders, her perky breasts facing away from him.

Instantly, he covered her beautiful breasts with his strong hands and dipped his mouth into her neck, to nip and suckle her. She wriggled in his lap, brushing his hard length with the softest, wettest, silkiest substance he had ever felt.

God, she felt incredible, he thought, crooking one strong thigh underneath her bottom as she rose up before sinking slowly back down on him. That same, sweet pressure he had come to crave enveloped him more fully than he’d ever felt.

He was pinned under her as she pistoned up and down, her little body taking all of him and more. He rocked his hips up hard, to plunge into her again and she ground her hips down against his, swiveling her hips and gyrating excruciatingly. He could feel the pressure building inside him and felt her tightening around him as she continued to rise and fall on top of him.

"Vegeta,” she whispered into his hair, letting her head fall back down to his shoulder. “I love you.”

At the touch of her warm breath, Vegeta felt his erection throb, tense, release inside her and he tightened his arms around her as she cried out and came, her velvety womanhood quaking and shivering.

“I love you,” he growled, pleased with the sound and pleased with the way his woman smiled when she heard it.

***

It was time. Vegeta outfitted his woman in a battle suit he had made just for her, concealed armor atop all her vital points, in royal purple. Her boots were gold, tipped in white.

They parted at the castle, he going up to sit in an ivory throne above the gathered Saiyans in the castle courtyard, between the King and Queen .

Aside from the royals, there were hundreds of Saiyans gathered around the ring in which Bulma would battle Daiku. They bet, they drank, they cheered, they booed - the whole scene a raucous party, and after - whether she lived or died - they would feast and carry on long into the night.

Bulma swallowed the lump in her throat. She hoped she was as smart as she thought she was.

The King and Queen stood, and a hush fell over the assembled Saiyans.

“Saiyans!” The King’s voice rang out. “You are here to witness the battle that will fast this woman to my son, your Prince, for life! May she fight with honor.”

“Saiyans!” The Queen’s crystalline voice called. “Now you will witness a battle like none other. Bulma Briefs, the chosen partner of your Prince has everything within her to win this battle against even our mightiest champion, Daiku!”

At this, Daiku entered the ring. He did not speak to her. He stood still, eyes closed.

Vegeta growled murderously, and his parents took their seats on either side of him. The king placed one hand on his son’s shoulder. “Everyone must bear this, my son.”

Simultaneously, the King, Queen and Prince shouted: “BEGIN.”

#tpthvegebulsmutfest #day6ape #oh shit son

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Worth

Bulma is drowning in self-doubt following her break-up with Yamcha, but comfort comes from the strangest of places as her seemingly insensitive Saiyan house guest reminds her that she is worth much more than she believed herself to be.

A three-year gap fic. One-shot.

My entry for @tpthvegebulsmutfest

Day 3: Just This Once

Also on Ao3.

Hi there! Mind if I join the DB fandom? :)

This is my first fan work for this fandom, in spite of being a fan of the series and an avid Vegebul shipper for literally decades. Why did I decide to do this now? Nearly all in-universe fics I have read so far have painted Bulma as a sexually-experienced woman. I wanted to explore the possibility of her being the innocent one in her relationship with Vegeta. I thought that perhaps this TPTH prompt would be the perfect chance to explore that idea.

This is also my first fanfic after being dormant since 2005, so please be gentle with criticisms.

And yes, this is most definitely smut. Enjoy!

8-8-8-8-8 

Worth

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She looked absolutely miserable.

Granted, Vegeta would never consider himself particularly perceptive regarding emotions, never mind human emotions. One glance at the woman though, and even one as emotionally-stunted as himself could see that the woman was unwell.

He had been too busy training for the androids to notice anything that went on outside of the gravity chamber. All he knew was that after the explosion that damn near destroyed him along with the ship, the woman had been even more… friendly towards him. Perhaps she felt a peculiar kinship with him after having watched over his bed-ridden form for several days. Or maybe she believed that he had gained a modicum of humanity from his humbling experience and wanted to help him ease into their world.

Or maybe, she had always been like that, and he had just never realized it until then.

He had always treated her as just another pawn thrown into his life to help him attain a goal. A tool, if you may, to aide him with his mission to attain the legendary. A tool wrapped in a sinfully beautiful face and a body that could make lesser men weep, but a tool, nonetheless.

Regardless of his opinions of her though, even he could not deny that things had changed. He was more tolerant of her, more open to spending time with her, for reasons not even he himself could fathom. Somehow, whether he liked it or not, the little witch had grown on him.

The woman had the audacity to sit with him during his post-workout meals. She fuzzed over his minor injuries as if they were life-threatening, despite all the data she had regarding Saiyan physiology that showed that nothing short of a hole through his entire torso would have any lasting damage on him. Some of the said data came from samples he had allowed the silly woman to take from his own body, just to placate her into allowing him to train in peace.

He recognized her intellectual capacity as being far superior to those of the other beings living around her. She had inventions so advanced that they had to be kept in top secret facilities as the concepts were so far beyond their time that they had to wait for specialized parts to be invented or custom-made.

She was fiery, with a quick wit and temper matched only by his own. She would allow him to vent but would only take so much abuse until she decided to fire back at him. Their arguments were always epic, a volley of insult after insult, but he derived a perverted sense of satisfaction in watching her cheeks turn red with her indignation, her chest rising and falling aggressively with her deep, angry breaths.

It did not take a huge leap for him to imagine her in other situations that would make her flush and pant so powerfully.

But she had a mate, the weakling that often stayed with her, and Vegeta accepted that he had no business fantasizing about her.

That right there was another problem: he had been celibate for far too long, and the woman was too physically appealing. Especially when she was worked up, glaring at him fiercely, a harsh insult on the tip of her tongue.

Which was why her melancholy mood from the past few days struck him as strangely disconcerting.

He started to walk past the female’s forlorn form, seated on a barstool in the kitchen. Her hair, currently a straight cut that fell past her shoulders, shielded her eyes. She had not noticed him there yet, he could still make a run for it.

‘I shouldn’t interfere,’ he told himself. ‘This is none of my business. It is absolutely not my concern if the woman drives herself mad with whatever benign issue she has in mind.’

But damn, if he didn’t miss their quarrels… Her resistance to fix the bots he ruined. Her anger had become one of the highlights of his days, but she had been so out of touch recently that she had simply sighed and walked quietly to the gravity chamber the last time he demanded she repair his bots.

He refused to believe that what he felt was concern.

She heaved a dejected sigh that was so out of character for her that he had to pause and reassess.

‘I will approach her,’ he thought, wondering where this sudden streak of compassion had come from. Whether he would regret this lapse in judgment later…

‘I will approach her,’ he asserted to himself as he began to walk towards her. ‘I will get to the bottom of this nonsense and have the vitriolic harpy back into proper form. I will indulge her human propensity for talking about her problems, but… never again. It will be just this once.’

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“Woman.”

The rough voice startled Bulma out of her self-imposed isolation. She was so focused on her misery, on blaming herself for how things had unfolded, that she didn’t realize that her ridiculously powerful Saiyan house guest was only a few feet away and seemingly intending to sit on a stool across from her.

She watched as he sat down gracefully, then his vivid eyes settled directly on her.

She looked around and noticed that he did not set out any food for himself, which was strange. He normally only ever went to the kitchen to eat, but here he was, seated almost primly before her, not a scrap of food in sight.

‘Maybe he wants me to make some for him,’ she mused. After all, she had done that for him for quite a few times. God forbid he tried to use an oven on his own.

She started to get up to find him something to eat, when his voice, and the unexpected words said in that voice, nearly made her fall off the chair completely.

“What has been bothering you?”

She gawked at him, completely unprepared for the question. ‘So he had noticed?’ she wondered as she righted herself again, still looking at him in surprise.

“Umm… I beg your p-pardon?” she stammered.

He sneered at her before he bit out, “You have been acting like a fool for several days, and I want to know why. Your morose mood may affect your ability to enhance my training room and I want you back in form. I will ask again, and you will answer me properly this instance: What. Has. Been. Bothering you?”

Bulma didn’t know if she should be offended or be touched by his question.

She mulled over it for a bit. What brought this on? Why did he want to know? Was he actually concerned about her?

She considered him her friend, after all. Perhaps he was finally beginning to accept her as his, as well.

Her thoughts had probably started to reflect themselves on her face, as he quickly barked out, “Don’t look at me like that! I just demand to know why my brilliant scientist is suddenly behaving like such a dejected fool.”

She bit back a smile at his words. ‘My scientist?’ she thought with a chuckle, knowing that he was probably too flustered to realize what he had said.

She tried to school her features into a blank mask as she looked back at him, mulling it over. ‘He’s gonna call me an idiot if I tell him. But he did ask.’

Taking a deep breath, she whispered one word, “Yamcha.”

A raised eyebrow was all she got from the Saiyan. “What about him?”

“We broke up.”

“What exactly did you break on him and why has that made you act the way you have been acting?”

She burst out laughing, the first time in days, a kind of cathartic release from the pain that her break-up had caused her.

Vegeta snarled in confusion, and just as he was about to yell at her, she started speaking.

“Vegeta, breaking up means that he is no longer my boyfriend. We are no longer together romantically,” she smiled at him, some of her earlier grief evaporating as she watched him scrunch his face up in confusion.

“Is that the reason why I have not seen his pathetic hide for several days now? I was under the impression that he was your mate,” Vegeta asked, genuinely confused.

“Mate?”

“A lover, a life partner. Like your father and your mother.”

“Oh no, Vegeta! Not like that!” she laughed sadly. “My parents are husband and wife. Yamcha was my boyfriend. It is not the same as being a married couple, but…” Bulma looked down at her hands before continuing. “It entails a certain level of commitment. One that we no longer have, now.”

“Well,” he began slowly, seeming to weigh her words. “If this is what your problem is, why don’t you just ask the weakling to come back?”

She sighed. “It’s not that simple, Vegeta. You see, Yamcha, he… He left me.”

“He was the one who chose to abandon you?” he sounded incredulous.

She nodded. “Yes. He cheated on me. He found someone else,” she laughed bitterly before she snarled out, “Someone who fulfilled his needs.”

A low growl from her alien house guest had her looking back up, and Bulma was startled to find an enraged look on Vegeta’s face. He looked nearly insulted, indignant, and she realized that he was angry on her behalf.

“The ungrateful weasel,” he hissed. “How dare he. Have you not given him everything?”

She was surprised by the level of hatred in his voice as he kept talking, “No self-respecting man, Saiyan or not, should ever be unfaithful to his chosen woman.”

Bulma stared in astonishment as apparently, her words touched on something that was a sensitive topic for the prince.

“I am staying in your home, in your debt, I recognize this fact,” he started again, surprising Bulma further, “But I intend to recompense you by defeating the androids. That fool, on the other hand, has taken from you, and he repays you by betraying you with another female?!”

Bulma felt tears spring to her eyes, touched by his words. Vegeta seemed genuinely enraged at the concept of Yamcha leaving her for another woman.

“You are a highly desirable female on this planet. You have given him your food, your time, shelter. You have given him pleasure, your body, and he dares-”

Her thoughts screeched to a halt at those words, and without thinking, her face redder than a ripe tomato, Bulma sputtered out, “No!”

Vegeta stopped ranting, looking at her in confusion. “No?” he asked, pausing to let her clarify.

She blushed even deeper, before she looked him dead in the eyes, “Vegeta… I never slept with Yamcha.”

“Tch,” he sneered. “Don’t lie to me woman. As loathe as I am to admit it, I can hear the sounds of your copulation through your bedchamber walls. He, specifically, can be disgustingly loud.”

“But you don’t hear me, right?” she asked, the flush refusing to leave her cheeks as she forced herself to keep her gaze on Vegeta.

The look he gave her then was so absolutely mystified that she had to choke back a laugh in spite of her debilitating embarrassment.

“Vegeta, we have… Umm… fooled around. But I have never had actual penetrative sex. Not with Yamcha, not with anyone. Ever. So yes, he may have gotten some pleasure out of me, but I never…” she stammered, before covering her face with her hands and whining, “Why am I even telling you this?”

The Saiyan sat back in his chair, silently mulling over her words. He was looking at his crossed arms, and appeared to be blushing a little as well, but Bulma was far too embarrassed to even think about needling him about it.

When he finally looked back up, he had a confused look on his face again.

“Why?” he whispered, almost too low for her to hear.

“Why what?”

“You were together for over a decade. You told me this. Why then did you never fornicate?”

Her humiliation vanished, replaced by guilt and sadness once again. “I… I don’t know. I honestly don’t understand it either. I mean, I loved him. I guess I was just never ready yet. I wanted to be ready, but I just couldn’t.”

 A sob broke out of her then, and she watched Vegeta tense in front of her, obviously uncomfortable with the direction their conversation had taken.

“I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too, at some point, but I just can’t. I always froze up and stopped him before we started,” a sardonic laugh escaped her as she shook her head, looking away from his piercing dark gaze. “I was always such a flirt too, you know, back when we were younger. I’ll bet he never expected me to give him a decade-long case of blue balls.”

A hint of bitterness entered her voice as she kept talking, “I tried to fix it. I agreed to touch him, to get the edge off, as he put it. But it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough.”

She couldn’t stop her next words, as she had been thinking them repeatedly over the past week. “I should have just let him do it… This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have made him wait so long. It was just sex after all, and I could have just -”

“Woman, shut up,” her eyes widened as she snapped her eyes back to Vegeta, and was surprised by the anger that had sprung back into his eyes.

“Shut up. Stop thinking this way. This is not your fault.”

A gasp escaped her as what he said sunk in. She was about to refute him, but instead, he raised a hand to stop her self-pity party, his eyes still hard, but the softest she had ever seen them, and trained directly into her own.

“Listen woman, and listen well, for I will only ever say this once, and if you repeat this to anyone, I will deny having said every single word. The most valuable conquests are always those that you have waited for and worked hard to attain. The measure of a man can be counted only with victories that were hard-fought. You are a woman of worth. The wait and the effort he would have put into courting you should have challenged him to prove himself worthy of your surrender. If the weakling was foolish enough to indulge in inferior liaisons with other females as he grew impatient waiting for you to be ready to give yourself to him, then you were right to have never given in because he was clearly never man enough for you. You are not to blame for his infidelity. Never think that his indiscretion was due to your misgivings. You cannot, and must not, force yourself to lay with anyone if you do not want to. It is your body. Your mind, your life. For such things, you must never, ever compromise.”

His eyes grew even more intent on hers, “Now pull yourself back together, Bulma. He is not worth your misery. No man should be worth your tears.”

Bulma was stunned into silence. Vegeta, the alien prince who had spent his life exterminating countless civilizations, had just told her that she was not to blame for her break up. The biggest alpha male she had ever met was now sitting across from her, telling her to never compromise her body, and a cloud of happiness surged into her chest at being told that she did the right thing, to have stood up to Yamcha and not slept with him until she was sure and ready. Tears began to fill her eyes again, but this time with relief that someone else believed that what she did was right. And he had said her name.

Vegeta looked away from her dampening eyes, then slowly stood up and began to walk out of the kitchen.

“Vegeta,” she called, her voice hoarse with her unshed tears. “Vegeta, thank you.”

He nodded at her once, then walked away, his silent steps letting Bulma know that he was headed once again to his training room.

Her heart beat faster, hope blossoming in her chest as her eyes trailed after Vegeta long after he had left her line of sight, and in the back of her heart, a part she was yet unaware of, the name of the proud prince quietly started taking root.

8-8-8-8-8

Weeks passed quickly within the walls of Capsule Corp, and before she knew it, Bulma was buried in so much work that she had no time to eat, and even less time to dwell on her break up with Yamcha.

Vegeta certainly kept her busy: between all the broken bots and demands for more improvements to the gravity room, he always managed to find something for the blue-haired scientist to do. His latest demand: a set of armor to replace the last set that he owned, the one baring the holes that reminded him of his death on Namek-sei.

He was even bossier than before, but Bulma noticed that the man was also a lot more visible. Prior to their fateful conversation in the kitchen, she would sometimes go days without seeing him, but nowadays, like clockwork, he would be in the kitchen at midnight, impatiently tapping his feet while he waited for her to prepare (mostly just reheating what her mother had made) his dinner.

He routinely engaged her in petty little arguments that ended with them screaming at each other, but she could see a peculiar glint in his eyes that she at first could not understand. All she knew was that a side of her, the headstrong little she-devil as he liked to call her, enjoyed the verbal sparring, and she began to see that he did, too. After a few more days, she finally understood… He was doing it to distract her.

He was distracting her from her misery, and it was working. It was working very well. She would never acknowledge it since she just knew he would deny it, but she was unendingly thankful to him for what he was doing. She felt her heart softening more and more towards him, and though she could feel a change coming, she still, stubbornly, refused to name it.

And if his ultimate goal was distraction, well… Those glimpses of his perfect physique while he went about his business without a damn shirt on was definitely an even better strategy.

Physically pure she may be, but her thoughts, turning more and more lascivious at a frightening pace, were another matter entirely.

She had always acknowledged that Vegeta was very attractive. If she was being completely honest, that attractiveness was one of the reasons why she invited him to live with her in the first place.

However, it concerned her how easily she could daydream about touching those delicious Saiyan muscles nowadays, when she had previously been regarded as a prude by her ex-boyfriend. Her ex, whom she had loved for nearly 15 years. And whom she knew had also loved her.

Vegeta, on the other hand… She would be reaching if she even claimed that he may care. Or was she?

Tossing away her improper thoughts, she huffed, blowing her bangs away from her face, to concentrate on fixing the latest casualty of Vegeta’s ridiculous training regimen.

8-8-8-8-8

He knew what he was doing. He didn’t dare dwell on the why’s, but he damn well knew what he had been doing. Didn’t mean he was doing it willingly, and he cursed himself poignantly for his ridiculous actions.

Bulma was now a single woman. And he had unconsciously started moving in on her now that she was unattached.

He was furious with himself. The woman should be allowed time to heal, not to have a monster like himself suddenly trying to siddle in.

It had begun as him trying to, for once in his life, make things more pleasant for another. He wanted the spitfire woman to be back to normal, and he had an idea: He knew that he, personally, always managed to stave off any feelings when he had something to focus on, and he had begun piling work onto her, hoping it would have the same effect… And it did.

The woman worked with a single-minded intensity that amazed even him, barely stopping for breaks even when he could tell that her fragile human body was close to giving out.

He didn’t wish to go as far as bringing her fucking food to her, so he found a way to get her to eat. He started finishing his training at a fixed time, demanding that she make him some food, then giving her some of the said food so she had some sustenance. A couple of weeks later, a routine had been established: they would both stop what they were doing at midnight, head to the kitchen, and she would cook while he waited, then they both ate in increasingly comfortable silence.

He wanted to blast his own face apart with his Galick Gun, livid at his perceived hypocrisy. The Prince of all Saiyans, trying to cozy up to a human woman, whom he knew was probably still nursing a broken heart. He felt like a fiend.

And worse of all, he did not understand why he was doing it, and being the coward that he currently thought himself to be, he adamantly refused to analyze his own motivations. At first he thought he was doing it to get into her pants, but he realized he was wrong when he started thinking less about what she would look like naked, and more of what else he could do to erase the haunted look lingering in the edges of her eyes.

“Fuck!” he screamed in irritation, hurtling a tremendous ki blast at a bot, only for it to dodge, with his blast ending up frying the gravity room’s control panel. The emergency lock down that Bulma had installed after the old ship blew up engaged, and he flew up and crashed harshly into the domed ceiling as the 450g gravity stopped weighing him down.

The woman’s face, smudged with what appeared to be axel grease, was immediately on the communication screen, the lockdown sequence also alerting her that something had gone wrong.

“Vegeta, what-”

“Woman, I am fine,” he flew to levitate in front of her image, quickly cutting off her rising panic. “I missed a fucking bot and blew up the controls. Now you need to fix it.”

“Dammit Vegeta, I told you to be more careful with the room! No amount of reinforcements can protect the sensitive control panel from you!” She rubbed her forehead in agitation.

“I can’t fix it today. I used some of the special spare parts on a machine that locked up in the main engine room, and I need to wait a couple of days for the parts to be delivered. You’re gonna have to find another way to occupy yourself, in the meantime.”

“Woman,” he growled threateningly. “That is unacceptable. Another day I waste not training is another day I do not get strong enough to destroy the androids. We only have less than two years to go and I have not ascended yet!”

“And I still can’t fix that thing today! I don’t have the components!” she shot back, before an idea seemingly came to her and a smile lit up her face.

Vegeta just stared at her brilliant eyes, then angrily shook himself out of whatever-the-hell-that-was when she started speaking again.

“I know! Come down into my lab and we can test out your armor!” she enthused, and he immediately perked up at the mention of his Saiyan attire. She had been working on it for weeks, saying she needed to figure out some compounds to toughen up the material while keeping it malleable enough to wear comfortably.

“Have you finished it?” he asked, barely managing to hide his own enthusiasm at seeing Bulma so animated.

“I think so. I have been testing out my prototype and it has managed to stand up to the strength tests. Your ki blasts are stronger than any artificial energy I could produce though, so I would like to see if it could withstand your ki. It is also soft enough to wear now, unlike my first failed attempt,” she laughed, and Vegeta smirked as he too recalled the unfortunate first suit that could indeed stand up to ki blasts, but was also so tough that he could not put it on.

“You will fix this infernal machine once the parts arrive?” he asked again, just to clarify.

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, I will fix my beautiful creation that you destroy again and again, once the parts arrive.”

Nodding once, he shut off the communication link before exiting the gravity room, heading for the woman’s personal laboratory.

8-8-8-8-8

Bulma was practically vibrating in excitement as Vegeta entered her lab. He was sweaty and a bit haggard, but like his gravity-defying hair, he stood proud and straight, looking around her lab expectantly.

Bulma inwardly groaned as she realized that her mind was currently squealing about how handsome he was, standing there in his tiny lycra shorts and those droplets of sweat clinging to his amazing body, honed and toned by years of hard work.

“It’s in here!” she called out, pointing to a box on the table beside her.

He approached her silently, peering into the box that she had opened, pulling out the blue battle suit and the white breastplate. She handed him the breastplate first, and she watched as he pulled it onto his torso, testing the elasticity.

She noted how the armor hugged him perfectly, nodding in satisfaction as it became apparent that the breastplate was now wearable.

Next, they had to test the strength. Vegeta took the armor off and held it in his left hand, then pulled back his right hand and gave it a solid punch. His punch was strong enough to start tremors within her lab, and she grinned proudly when the armor didn’t even budge.

Vegeta looked up and caught her eye, an impressed smirk on his lips. He then opened up his fist, clearly intending to try a ki blast, before he stopped and regarded her again.

“Woman, you may want to stand back,” he said softly, and Bulma nodded, going behind him to shield herself with his strong body.

He released a small ki blast, and Bulma shrieked in excitement when the armor simply absorbed the energy. Vegeta then used more energy on another blast, and another, slowly increasing intensity until he stopped, turned to face her, and to Bulma’s eternal shock, he grinned, a genuinely happy light entering his obsidian eyes.

“Great work, woman,” he remarked, and Bulma was so ridiculously happy about her success that without thinking, she laughed giddily and grabbed Vegeta around his neck in a big hug.

She felt him stiffen, dropping the armor in his hands to the floor. Realizing what she had done, she moved to release him…

Or at least, she tried to, but his arms, far stronger than her own, suddenly wound around her waist. She looked down at his arms in surprise, not quite believing the sensation of his embrace until she saw it with her own eyes.

A choked sound escaped his throat, and she looked up at his face, her own flushing at the intensity of his gaze.

He was staring at her, piercing her soul with this eyes, and before Bulma knew what was happening, she felt his lips against her own, and her heart burst in elation as his lips moved firmly, demandingly, coaxing a strangled moan from her as she heatedly kissed him back.

His hands roamed her back, caressing her arms, clutching at her sides, as his kiss dominated her, her mouth desperately keeping up with his urgent but gentle movements. She heard him groan against her lips when she moved one hand to clutch at the hair on the back of his neck, the other moving down to greedily grasp the hard planes of his chest.

He wrenched his lips away from her mouth, only to turn his attentions to her throat. She moaned deeply as her hands moved to grasp his forearms, finally feeling the ridges that she had previously memorized with her eyes.

Her sounds seemed to spur him on, as he suddenly grabbed her by the waist with his two large hands, lifting her onto her desk as she impulsively wrapped her legs around his hips. He kept kissing her, becoming more forceful, even as her nails began to rake almost painfully across his muscled back.

A near animalistic growl reached her ears and she found her blouse pulled roughly down her shoulders, trapping her upper arms against her as he continued to ravage her neck, quickly going lower, and she felt his rough tongue lapping nearly at the tops of her breasts. She cried out in delight, clutching his head with her hands, egging him on.

However, as suddenly as he started, Vegeta suddenly reared back, panic in his eyes as he held her back at arm’s length.

“B-Bulma…” he stammered, eyes wide, and she tried to reach for him, to pull him back to her, but he was suddenly gone, the only sign that he was ever there was the breeze left behind by his speed, in his haste to leave.

Numb with shock as what just transpired finally registered in her brain, Bulma slowly adjusted her top, noting that the seams had been torn by his forceful pulling. She stared down at the armor on the floor, reeling from the chaotic thoughts crowding her mind.

But the foremost thought screaming at her from inside her head, was asking just one thing…

‘What the hell just happened?’

8-8-8-8-8

It has been three days since Vegeta fled Capsule Corp, seeking the calming refuge of a quiet wilderness. He had proceeded to systematically decimate the said wilderness, and when no structure or living thing remained standing, he had morosely sat down in the center of the wide span of land, his mind in chaos, his hands itching to either do more damage or cling to the woman that he had run away from.

“Fucking idiot,” he muttered to himself, lifting his hand and sending a ki blast onto something that moved in his peripheral vision. He was a mess, he knew, but he had no idea what to do to fix this debacle that he just foolishly thrust himself into.

What had he been thinking?! He was a horrible person and should not dare to touch a woman whose hands were unsoiled by death

But she was so soft, and she smelled so good, and he had been thinking about her so much in the last few days that when she touched him, he lost his damn mind and let himself ravage her.

He thought many times about just leaving Earth altogether, so he could gather his wits about him, but something held him back. He still couldn’t identify it, this damned feeling in the back of his head, that made him impulsively touch her.

She was broken, lonely, and most likely still hurting. And he, a career assassin who never felt anything more than irritation over killing off entire races of beings, felt like an absolute ass about taking advantage of her this way.

But then he realized, he was lonely, too. He always had been. And in Bulma’s loneliness, he started seeing her as a kindred spirit who could complement his own solitude.

He needed to go back.

He blanched at the idea of going back to Capsule Corp, but he steeled himself, mentally protesting that he was no fucking coward and he can go and face the heiress whenever he pleased.

8-8-8-8-8

It was past midnight, but Bulma lay awake, unable to sleep. He was back. She knew he was back, the moment he stepped into her home. She didn’t know how, she had no ki control or detection skills to speak of, but she just knew. She felt it when he went in to take his shower. Knew his routine, that he always washed himself right after coming back from any venture, or right after his nightly meal.

And she was going to speak to him tonight, whether he liked it or not.

When he left three days ago, she realized that all the misery, loneliness and self-blame that she thought she had gotten over had all suddenly come back. Vegeta, brash and uncouth as he was, was the one keeping her sadness at bay, in ways he didn’t even seem to realize.

She didn’t know what it was about him, but she wanted to reach out to him, touch the loneliness she can feel in his heart and heal it with her own. She wanted to hold him in her arms and give him the same comfort and reassurance that he had given her when he told her all those weeks ago that her break up was not her fault.

But mostly, she wanted him here, to help her figure out why, why, she felt this way about him now, and just what this feeling was.

She had been in love before, and she knew what love was. But being around Vegeta was something different, and she couldn’t tell if it was just an intense longing or an even stronger emotion that she absolutely wished to not put a name to just yet.

He was confusing her, and she was sure she was confusing him.

But mostly, she was appalled at what she discovered as she picked up the pieces of herself after he ran off right after kissing her.

She knew, that if he had tried to have sex with her then, she would have let him have his way with her.

It made no sense, how she was so, so ready for him now, in a way she had never been ready in a previous relationship that lasted 15 years.

She was terrified, but in her mind, she knew that this awakened need would not go away until she found a way to make him touch her. She knew that her virgin sensibilities had flown out the window the moment he clutched her close to his body, and she knew that, her inexperience notwithstanding, she truly, undeniably, wanted him.

She started walking towards his room, the one he had selected when he first came to earth to live with her and her family. And as she came closer and closer to the door, she also came to the realization that she didn’t really have any plans regarding what to do or what to say to him. All she knew was that she needed to see him.

She stood outside his door, nerves frazzled as she quickly tried to come up with a way to start a conversation, to have an idea even, of what she was actually doing there.

She ran out of time when he suddenly opened the door, looking at her through narrowed eyes, his body language taut and seemingly ready for flight.

And just like that, she knew what she had to do.

8-8-8-8-8

Vegeta stared at Bulma with trepidation, stepping aside to make way for her, in a silent ascent to let her into his sanctuary. She walked in with a tiny smile, letting herself sit at the corner of his bed, gazing at him through her bright blue eyes.

He felt exposed, standing before her in only his wet hair and loose sweatpants, berating himself for feeling exposed when he knew for a fact that she had seen him wearing much less.

The woman was wearing a thin blue sleeping gown, a thin robe covering her further to protect her from the chilly night air. She appeared unsure of herself, looking everywhere but at him. She then seemed to steel herself, and she looked straight at him, finding her words before he could even think of what to say.

“I fixed the gravity chamber,” she began, her smile widening slightly. “I made some adjustments to the control panel, too. I placed a specially crafted fiberglass material over the controls. It is made from a polymer that I derived from the components I used to make your armor, as that seemed to withstand your ki blasts well enough. I’m not sure it can withstand a direct hit from you, but it can easily stand up to stray blasts. I hope it works well enough.”

“Hnn,” he nodded, uneasy at her cheerful tone and news. He was anxiously waiting for her to begin screaming at him, either for kissing her, or for disappearing without a word.

She surprised him, yet again, when her lips curved into a full blown smile, and she whispered conspiratorially, loud enough for him to hear, “Also, I enjoyed that thing we did in my lab, and I really wouldn’t mind if we tried that again.”

His jaw dropped in shock, reminded that he had initially thought her a “vulgar woman”.

“What?”

“Oh come on, Vegeta. You heard me,” she blushed deeply even as she grinned widely. “I liked it. I wish you hadn’t stopped.”

“W-woman, are you insane?” Vegeta raged, but Bulma stayed seated, seemingly nonplused in the face of his ire. “I took advantage of you there. Why aren’t you angry?”

She just smiled at him, and a blush stole across his own cheeks as he snarled, “Stop smiling! Are you messing with me?”

Her smile dimmed slightly into a more placating stretch of her lips, rather than the earlier almost tauntingly wide, full toothed grin.

“Vegeta, I am not kidding. I really did enjoy it. And I want you to continue where you left off.”

He stared at her, dumbfounded, his guilt at what he had done gnawing at him as he bit out, “Woman you are mad. You ask me to continue? Do you know how much farther I would have continued if I hadn’t caught myself?”

Bulma stood then, walking towards him with her eyes locked onto his, hips swaying tantalizingly, reminding him of how those thighs felt as he clutched them against his waist on that day in her lab. Oh, how he remembered, and now his body remembered it as well. He could feel heat rising within his chest, his mind growing fuzzy as he smelled her delicious scent more strongly as she came closer, and closer…

“Yes, I know. And I want you to,” she whispered as she closed the distance between them, and he could hear her heart beating a frantic rhythm against her chest. She was nervous, he could tell, but she was also determined. “You told me not to compromise my mind and my body. I am not compromising it now. I want you, Vegeta. And I think, you really want me, too.”

He almost reared back, but her small hand, pressed softly against his abdomen, almost felt like a balm on his soul and could not move away. “Bulma,” he started, realizing his mistake when her mouth opened for a soft, pleased gasp, obvious delight filling her eyes at the sound of her name on his lips.

“I will not insult your intelligence by lying to you and denying that I do. I would very much like to have you in my bed, woman. But tell me,” he paused, searching her eyes, “You have not allowed any human male to taint you for as long as you have lived. Why would you decide to give in to a being like me?” he asked, desperately needing her to understand that her body, her beautiful, precious body, should not be squandered on a man like him.

He felt unworthy as he thought back to all the atrocities he committed, all the cheap fucks he had indulged in, and as he wallowed in self-disgust, a voice in the back of his head kept asking him why he even cared enough about this human woman’s welfare to attempt to turn her down on such a delectable offer.

She simply smiled beguilingly at him, her hand on his abs moving up to take purchase on his chest, as the dainty fingers of her other limb moved softly across his cheek.

“I don’t know why, my prince,” she all but cooed as her face started moving closer to his own, her lips barely a hair’s breadth away. “All I know is I want this with you, and I don’t care if you never wish to come near me again, but I need you… I need to know what it’s like… I am ready. And I want to do this with you.”

Something about the way she said that she needed him, wanted him, made something snap inside Vegeta, and he growled, wrapping one arm around her waist as his other hand quickly fisted into her thick hair, pulling her impossibly close. His eyes narrowed, his desire manifesting in his gaze.

“I am no good for you woman. But I will fuck you,” he rasped out, a gasp escaping her as he smelled her arousal like a thick perfume, clinging to each particle of air in the room. “And I need you to really feel, Bulma, because it will only be just this once.”

She sighed, sagging against him as her knees buckled, before she responded, “Yes, just this once.”

8-8-8-8-8

Bulma nearly fainted as the full intensity of Vegeta’s masculinity hit her, a seemingly tactile wave of pleasure that reached her even before his lips descended hungrily onto hers. He was so warm, inhumanly so, but in spite of his heat, goosebumps sprang up all over her body as his hands began to roam, his powerful legs quickly backing her up until her knees hit the edge of his bed.

It felt as if he was everywhere at once, his body wrapping her in its force as he hastily pulled her robe off of her so he could touch more of her flesh. Her thin, sleeveless night gown might as well have been gone for all the cloth did to keep her from feeling his hands as they skimmed across her stomach, winding around her back as he kissed her with even more fervor than the last time.

His lips crushed against hers, taking no prisoners as she gasped, and his tongue swept into the recesses of her mouth like he was starved and desperate for her taste. Bulma arched up, pushing her breasts against his hard chest and he growled against her as he pushed down and made them both fall onto his bed.

She could only hold on to his arms as he assaulted her senses, and she felt a peculiar wetness between her legs, something that she had not experienced with Yamcha. She still could not understand why she hadn’t felt this way for a man she had spent so many years with, and yet she felt so much desire for Vegeta, a man whose sanity and capacity to care for her and Earth were probably tenuous at best.

The Saiyan finally abandoned her lips, moving southward, lavishing her neck with wet licks and strong nips that she just knew would leave large bruises on her skin. His hands, previously holding onto her hips and waist, moved upwards, meeting his lips that had begun to taste the skin at the tops of her breasts.

She felt too hot, but she wanted more, and she found herself uselessly pulling at her night dress in an effort to pull it out of the way so she can have Vegeta touch her more. He seemed to understand, and he reared up, grabbing a hold of her dress, before he savagely ripped it apart, exposing her body in a quick second.

He stayed above her, kneeling as he looked down at her body, his eyes feasting on her nakedness. Bulma flushed deeply as he stared hungrily at her, and she almost moved her hands to cover herself, but a low, warning rumble sounded from deep inside Vegeta’s chest and she obediently kept her hands at her sides.

When he leaned back down again, Bulma was surprised when he gave her a gentle, probing kiss instead of the hot, urgent kisses from earlier. She sighed deeply, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders as his hands continued exploring her form, until his questing hands reached down and cupped her right breast.

She gasped into his kiss, her eyes flying open as he began to squeeze her breast. Vegeta broke their liplock, leaving her to pucker her lips in desperation for more. He merely chuckled, before he began to lick and ravish her throat once again, going lower and lower until his sinfully soft lips finally reached her chest and searchingly wrapped around one of her nipples.

She arched her back, pushing her chest closer to Vegeta’s mouth as a sharp cry of pleasure flew from her startled lips. He sucked on her breast, moving to pleasure the other as he had done to its twin.

Bulma was shaking, the pleasure already too much, and he was only at her chest! She curled her fingers into his thick hair, unthinkingly calling out broken fragments of her lover’s name.

Vegeta’s questing hands felt like they were everywhere at once, and she suddenly found that he had already reached down and was caressing the inside of her thighs.

When had she even spread her legs?! When did she lose her underwear?

She was utterly lost in sensation, and she cried out when his large, calloused hand started edging closer to her center. When he finally cupped her there, she swore that she literally saw stars.

He started kissing her lower abdomen, and Bulma’s heart skipped a beat when she realized that he was about to look… down there. She had seen that place, and it was not very pretty. She didn’t know if she wanted to buck him off or egg him on, as every touch he had bestowed her with so far had been delightful, but she was nervous about letting him see her there.

He must have felt her trepidation because he stopped, his dark eyes looking up at her questioningly.

And suddenly, Bulma, strong, outspoken and sometimes vulgar Bulma, felt her tongue turn to cotton as she tried to speak.

“Ve-Ve-Vegeta,” she rasped out, a deep flush covering her face to her upper chest. “Down there, I…”

He simply smirked at her, “Woman, just take it, alright? I told you to just feel,” he said to her, his devastatingly handsome face distracting her just enough that she didn’t realize that his hand had again travelled down to her core, rubbing her nether lips lightly, making her quake with desire.

She watched as he moved down, eyes searching for her center, and she saw a pleased smile stretch his face as he murmured, “I have never seen a human female’s sex organ before. This,” he crooned, inserting one finger inside her, making her gasp, “is most definitely much more attractive than any other that I have seen.”

Bulma couldn’t even summon enough brain power to quip back at him, as his middle finger slowly began to inch deeper and deeper inside her. She let out a keening noise as another pleasurable shudder racked her body, but Vegeta, apparently as merciless in bed as he was on the battlefield, simply smirked lasciviously, and began pumping his finger in and out of her.

“You are soaking, Bulma,” he remarked, at once embarrassing and arousing her further.

She wanted to lurch forward, thrashing around wildly, but one strong arm placed across her stomach stopped her aggressive movements. She could only watch, helpless but frighteningly aroused, as Vegeta continued to fuck her with his finger, and she could feel a strong pressure start to build up from deep inside her gut.

He increased the speed of his pumping finger and suddenly added a second one, and Bulma felt a spasm begin from deep inside her core, washing over her body until she could do nothing but scream, shocked at the feeling rushing through her body as she shook, realizing quickly that the incredible feeling washing over her was an orgasm.

She was still reeling from her release when Vegeta suddenly pulled his fingers out of her body, and just as she thought he was going to give her a chance to catch her breath, he suddenly grasped her hips with two powerful hands, pulled her towards him, and gave her center a long, languid lick.

Bulma screamed in shock, both at the action and at the pleasure he caused her. She called out his name, not really sure why, but he proceeded to ignore her as he dove down and crushed his mouth against her core. She could feel him kissing her, licking her, his tongue entering her there the way he had pillaged her mouth, and Bulma thrashed about, her arms desperately searching for something to hold onto. Her hands found purchase in his spiked hair, and she curled her fingers into the thick strands as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth.

The now familiar pressure started to build in her again, and Bulma cried out, closing her eyes as she tried to fight off the near hysteria she felt as her climax started taking over her body again.

Vegeta licked her again and again, before suddenly giving a sharp nip to the hard nub above her opening, and the pleasure that washed over her then was so intense that the scream she had been about to release got stuck in her throat, leaving Bulma a gasping mess, barely able to breathe.

She had tears standing in her eyes and she couldn’t quite believe that Vegeta, of all people, was this amazingly good in bed.

He started to crawl up her body, and for the first time, Bulma noticed that he was already naked. She had to wonder when he took his pants off, before her eyes traveled down to fully take in the glorious sight of a fully naked Vegeta.

He was, in a word, magnificent.

His body was absolute perfection, well-muscled and without an ounce of extra fat. Each muscle was well defined, covered in delicious caramel skin.

And when she looked down between his powerful thighs, oh! He was as thick, hard and perfect down there as the rest of his body was.

She reached down, wanting to touch him too, as he had given her so much pleasure and she wanted to give some back. She knew how to do this, as she had reluctantly done this for Yamcha before. But Vegeta’s hand on her wrist gave her pause, and she saw his dark eyes narrow at her before he wordlessly pushed her back to lie down onto the bed.

She didn’t resist when he moved to cover her with his body, his powerful hips cradled between her thighs, his erection pressed snug against her lower abdomen. She thought he was about to enter her, but instead, he planted his arms on either side of her, then he hunched down and kissed her soundly once again, his lips even gentler now, and as he coaxed sighs out of her with his lips, she felt him align himself against her entrance and start to push in.

She stiffened, nervous about the intrusion. He looked impossibly big to her, and despite all of her knowledge on human anatomy, she suddenly had the irrational fear that he might not fit.

His right hand started running up and down her left arm in a soothing caress, seemingly trying to wordlessly reassure her that he was going to take care of her. His tender manner in bed, so unlike his usual gruff self, made tears spring to Bulma’s eyes, and she kissed him passionately as she felt him finally enter her.

A short, sharp pain shot through her, and then…

That was it. She wasn’t a virgin anymore.

She found that she had no regrets, and as Vegeta gasped above her, she looked up into his face and was astounded at how beautiful he was right in that moment.

She was having sex with Vegeta. And it was glorious.

She felt as he pulled back slightly, then pushed back in slowly, and she looked into his eyes as he stared into her own, both gauging what the other was feeling. Bulma then smiled and reached up, stroking his cheek tenderly, before she arched up and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

Vegeta took that as his cue, and he started pumping in and out of her body, at first slow and gentle, and gaining speed as they went. She tried to keep up, raising herself to meet his thrusts, and soon, they were writing against each other, mindless in their pleasure.

Soon enough, Bulma was lost again, gasping incoherently as Vegeta took her breath away with each movement, each delicious pull and push into her wanting core. Her hands reached around him to clutch his back, his buttocks, clinging to him desperately as he drove them closer and closer to completion.

Vegeta was groaning now, his eyes closed as he rested his forehead against her own, his hips growing more and more desperate as he too started chasing his own completion.

Right as Bulma felt the climax creeping onto her again, Vegeta opened his eyes, his  gaze unwavering, refusing to let her look away as he continued to pleasure her. His hands had started getting restless, and he stroked, caressed, and squeezed each part of her he could reach as his steady rhythm started to falter, as her cries kept growing louder, and both knew that the other was oh, so close.

And suddenly, Bulma’s peak came, crashing over like a tidal wave, and in her moment of ecstasy, she felt Vegeta lose himself within her as well, her name spilling from his lips in a mix of a groan and a sigh, the sound of which, Bulma will remember for the rest of her life.

He collapsed then, half on and half off of her, his breathing hard and labored, and Bulma tangled her hands again into his hair.

She sighed, content, amazed at what sex was like, or at least, at what sex with Vegeta was like.

Tomorrow, her doubts would surface again. She would again analyze and over analyze everything that took place tonight until her head ached, but for tonight…

Tonight, she would rest and be careless. Just this once.

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#tpthvegebulsmutfest #day3justthisonce #october 2017 smutfest #vegebul #vegeta #bulma #fanfic #dragon ball #i am so nervous about posting this oh god #scarletraven fanfiction #fall 2017 smutfest #Convergence fic series

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Invasion Ch.10

Description:  A planet conquering race of Saiyans invaded Earth and deemed it worthy of habitation. After bringing the humans to their heels, they set up a new society where humans had one role, to serve. You found yourself in the unlucky faction of being bought and sold as a human pet. With absolutely no interest in owning a human but no way out of having one, Kakarot made a bid on you at the urging of his brother. It was only a matter of time before you were either killed or forced into obedience.

Warnings: TW: self-harm

You can find previous chapters in this link: Ch.9 or you can read it here on my AO3

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Forced into a situation you didn’t want to be in, thrown out of your element and shoved into a life that wasn’t your own. You’d been pushed and pulled in different directions and when you finally felt like you found some semblance of peace, it was jerked out from beneath you.

“Hey,” Bulma’s voice was soft as she stepped into the room, “I brought you some food. It’s been a few days and you’ve barely eaten anything.”

You remained curled into yourself, staring at the wall form the large bed that seemed to engulf you and feel empty at the same time, “thanks, but I’m not hungry.”

Bulma let out a sigh as she walked around to sit on the edge of the bed beside you, “I know it’s hard, but you can’t just give up.”

“Why not? What’s the point? I tried what you said before, to just lean into the chaos and everything would work out. Well, look how it turned out for me.” You weren’t mad at her and she knew that, but you were frustrated.

“It’s none of my business, and you don’t have to tell me, but do you- did you fall in love with him?”

You stared off for a moment, feeling the heaviness in your chest as you prepared to speak the truth that you’d been denying, “I didn’t mean to.”

She reached over and grabbed your hand, squeezing it lightly, “I know. It happens all at once without notice.”

You let her comfort you, or at least think she was comforting you. The truth was that there was no comforting you at the moment. Your chest ached and your body felt like it weighed a ton. Your limbs were heavy, and every movement felt exhausting. You just wanted to go back, back to the week before when everything was an ignorant blissful haze.

“Get up, woman.” Vegeta interrupted without warning.

Bulma immediately turned back to the door to see the prince standing there, “Vegeta, I’m not-“

“I’m not talking to you. Get up.” He stared through her and directly at you.

“She’s not in the mood for one of your lectures right now.” Bulma defended you.

Vegeta was next to the bed in an instant and pulling you out of the bed without hesitation. You struggled for a moment but realized you were too weak to really do anything, and it wasn’t like you’d win anyways.

“What are you doing?” Bulma furrowed her brow at him.

“Be in my chambers in twenty minutes, woman. I’ll be back.” He basically dragged you along with him without an explanation to either of you.

You looked back at Bulma as she stood there in complete shock and confusion. Vegeta didn’t say a word as he walked and you didn’t really feel like going through the rounds of asking questions and him not answering them. It had to be a saiyan thing to avoid answering questions. He continued down the corridor before stepping out one of the doors to the side.

“Hold on.” He said coldly as he picked you up and took off into the sky.

You fought the familiar urge to tuck your head into his chest as you’d done with Kakarot, not wanting to give him the impression that you wanted his comfort or embrace. He descended outside of one of the ships they’d originally invaded in. You knew they kept a few around for certain things like the medical pods. He released you and grabbed your arm harshly, dragging you along with him.

“Keep your mouth shut.” He said in a low voice as he approached tow guards that stood on the outside of the ship.

“Prince Vegeta.” One of them nodded.

“I don’t have time for pleasantries. She belongs to the traitor and I need to complete the sale.” He spoke quickly and shortly.

“The orders were to not let anyone-“

“Do I look like I’m just anyone? If you won’t let me in, then I’ll leave her for you two to deal with and you can pay me back for her full worth.” Vegeta glared at them.

“No, sir. Sorry. Go right in.” They stepped aside and opened the door.

Vegeta continued to drag you inside with him and released your arm the second the door closed. You followed him down the sleek corridor in silence, wondering what exactly was happening.

“You have ten minutes. Make it quick.” He stopped in front of a large metal door, using his handprint to open it.

The room was small, with a forcefield sectioning off half of it. In the floor sat Kakarot, hands cuffed in front of him, tattered clothing adorning his body and dried blood on his face and hands.

“Kakarot?” You tried to hide the panic in your voice as you approached.

He looked up at you and then to the prince in the doorway, giving a slight now to him before the door closed.

“What happened?” You stood a few inches from the forcefield.

“Turles made good on his promise.” He coughed and struggled to stand.

It was hard to see him like this, injured and broken. The last time he looked this way was when he returned from his mission, but you didn’t really care what happened to him then.

“Why did you come here?” He asked, voice gruff and low.

“I-I didn’t really know I was coming here. Vegeta just brought me here.” You moved a little closer, wishing you could reach him.

“He shouldn’t have.” He limped towards you.

He didn’t seem like himself, something was off about the way he spoke to you, “are you not happy to see me?”

Kakarot leaned against the wall next to the forcefield, “I’m not sure what you want from me. I didn’t ask for you to come here.”

You furrowed your brow, growing more confused by the second, “I-I don’t want anything from you. I’ve been worried about you.”

“What happens to me is none of your concern, just like what happens to you is none of mine.” He barely made eye contact with you and winced as he shifted against the wall.

“I-I don’t understand. I thought-“

“You thought what? That this was a relationship? That you weren’t just a distraction before I meet my scheduled demise?” He snapped, making you jump slightly.

“Kakarot, what-“

“I really don’t get how you can be this dense. You mean nothing to me, you meant nothing to me. Anything you felt or assumed, was all in your head. The sooner you come to terms with that the better for both of us.”

You were caught off guard by the things he said and felt so confused on whether or not he meant them. He was cold and callous towards you, completely different from how he’d been before. In the matter of a few days, everything had changed, leaving you questioning the things you felt with him. The tears started welling in your eyes and a heaviness built in your chest, but you refused to cry in front of him. You wanted to ask more questions, but Vegeta stepped in and reminded you of his presence.

“It’s time.” Vegeta said, keeping his voice low.

You glanced back to Kakarot who had returned to looking away from you, “I guess I’ll see you at the trial.”

He remained silent, offering nothing else to you as you turned and headed towards Vegeta. The entire trip back to the palace was quiet, nothing to be said between you. You held back the tears until he left you in the main hall. It took everything you had to made it back to your room without completely breaking down in the hallway.

A full sob finally escaped the second you opened your door and closed it behind you. You leaned back against the wall as you slunk down in the floor, tears flowing and an ache settling in your chest. You loved him, against your better judgement, you fell in love with the man who bought you. You fought it for so long, but you gave in and it all came crashing down just as quickly as it began. Your mind was racing as you began to question each and every interaction you had with him, searching for any indication that he was just using you, besides the obvious one that he had bought and paid for you.

Over the next few days, your sadness turned into a deep depression, which then turned into anger, followed by disdain for your life in general. You had stopped eating, barely slept, and showering wasn’t even on the agenda anymore. Each passing second felt like you were waiting for death to just come and pluck you from existence. Bulma came to check on you every day, trying to make you eat or at least leave your room, but you refused each time.

“Today’s lunch is vegetable soup.” Bulma said as she opened the door and approached the bed.

“Just sit it on the table.” You genuinely felt bad since she was going through all of the effort to bring you food, but you had no appetite.

“You need to eat.” She sat on the edge of the bed after placing the bowl on the table next to you.

“Thanks, but I’m just not hungry.” You offered her a weak smile.

She was silent for a moment before speaking again, “Vegeta wants to talk with you today.”

“About?”

“He didn’t say. I can only assume it’s about purchasing you from Kakarot.”

You looked over at her, “is he expecting me to fuck him?”

“Today? Probably not, but soon. It’s not ideal, I know, but it’s how things are now.” She shrugged with an apologetic expression.

You forced yourself up, “that’s what I’ve been told. Where is he?” You felt a little dizzy from sitting up so suddenly, wondering if you actually should eat before taking on this venture.

“Last I saw him he was in the gym sparring. Do you want me to come with you?” She offered.

“No, I think I can handle it. If not, maybe he’ll just kill me.” You gave her another weak smile as you slid out of the bed.

There was no denying you were weak from not eating, especially as you shuffled down the hall towards the main gym. Your legs felt like jelly with each step and it was tempting to use the wall for support. Bulma could have easily come with you, it’s not like you could stop her, but she knew you didn’t want her there. It hurt you to keep pushing her away, but you weren’t readily excited by the idea of letting someone get close again. You took a deep breath before opening the door and heading inside.

The second you stepped inside, your eyes immediately fell on a shirtless, very aggressive looking Vegeta fighting his way through three other saiyans. They moved quickly, launching their attacks at him, but narrowly missing their target. Within minutes he had them all subdued and set his intense gaze on you as you stood timidly by the door.

“She says you’re not eating.” He spoke before he even got close to you, leaving the other saiyans to gather themselves up.

“I’m not hungry.” You explained, taking a step back as he continued.

“If you’re trying to kill yourself, there are better ways to do it.” He wiped the sweat from his brow.

“I’m not-“ You shook your head, denying it.

He stood a few feet away from you now, “lie to her, not me. I asked you here because the King will be arriving soon and there are certain expectations of you.”

“Why not have both of us here for this then?”

“Because she already knows how to behave. I can only assume Kakarot let you run wild with him, that won’t happen here. You’ve had your time to adjust, now you’ll fulfill your role.”

You couldn’t say you were surprised, you expected this to happen a lot sooner, “and what exactly is my role?”

“Aside from the obvious, you’re to be seen, not heard. I don’t care what you do to fill the days, find a hobby like the woman has, but I still expect you to cook for me, as you promised.”

“Just so we’re clear, what is the obvious part?”

“I didn’t buy you from Kakarot just so you could lounge around the palace, but I’m sure you know that already. You’ll be expected to mate with me.” He said plainly as if there was nothing wrong with his statement.

“And if I refuse?” You challenged.

“You won’t.”

The last time you mated with a saiyan, you were at least complicit in the decision, “if I wanted to be used as an incubator for an alien baby then I’d take my chances at the breeding house.”

“Prove you have another use.” He gave you no indication of what your use would be and didn’t wait for you to ask questions as he pushed passed you.

You stormed back to your room, feeling your anger building. Bought, sold. Mating, breeding. Proving your usefulness. You couldn’t shake the frustration with everything. You had no choices and even when you did have the illusion of a choice, both options were fucking terrible. You all but stomped back to your room, slamming the door behind you as you stepped inside. Just when you thought you found happiness for once in this fucked situation, it was jerked out from under you. All of it a lie. And now you were being forced to birth a slew of alien babies without any choice in the matter other than proving you can do something else. As the rage and frustration built, you felt your chest getting tight as you paced around the room. Everything was crumbling around you and you felt like you had no way out, no escape from any of it.

“Fucking saiyans. Bullshit.” You muttered to yourself before punching the wall beside the door.

Pain radiated through your hand as you cried out, “fuck!” You immediately held it against your chest.

Your hand was throbbing but there was something behind the pain, a moment of peace you felt as everything else in your mind went quiet. You looked down at your hand and the redness that had set in over your knuckles already. You touched them lightly and the thought of repeating the action went through your mind. Before you could act, the door opened and Bulma walked in, glancing at your hand and back to you.

“Did Vegeta- did he do this?” She was grabbing your hand to examine it further without a hitch.

“No, no. I just- it was an accident. I closed the door on it. Just clumsy.” You lied, hoping she bought it.

“It probably has something to do with the lack of nutrients going into your body.” She seemed to relax once she knew it wasn’t Vegeta’s doing.

Bulma went on about wanting you to eat and then the upcoming trial. She was obviously worried about everything happening in the next few days and needed to vent, but you couldn’t focus as you pressed down on each individual knuckle, letting the dull pain distract you.

Without your full awareness or even knowledge, a pattern began quickly that you couldn’t shake. Pain had become your new coping mechanism and each day your need for more grew. Bulma was too busy to notice the bruising on your knuckles, the broken skin. You knew she’d notice eventually, but honestly this was the only thing that seemed to minimize the heaviness that sat in your chest.

You snuck out of the palace each day and headed past the garden into a small clearing. You knew it was far enough to have some privacy, but not too far that anyone would question if they saw you coming from that way. You first began hitting nearby trees, slamming your fists into them until you exhausted yourself or your hands began to bleed. Each time you struck the rough surface, you gained a brief moment of clarity, seconds of peace in your mind, and it was heaven.

“You’ll break your fingers doing that.” A familiar voice startled you.

You turned to see Gine standing behind you, arms crossed as she watched. You couldn’t be sure how long she’d been there.

“So?” You wiped the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand.

“If this is going to be your outlet, you need a better target.”

#lynn #invasion fic #kakarot x reader #kakarot #vegeta #bulma #gine #tw:self harm

[risingsouls]

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[I finally finished this. They kept wanting to keep talking and I struggled to figure out where to end it :’3. So it’s a dumb end but fitting lolol. I also got to reference the one of my favorite things I’ve written about Vegeta which I will shamelessly plug here.

Also I edited this while like half asleep so forgive me for typos and shit.

Bonus end: Vegeta returns and carried her to her bed because I’m a sap and this is my OTP. ;3;]

“Want anything to drink?” Nabooru pulled the fridge open and leaned down, considering her own options. “I’ve got pretty much anything in here: water, juice, soda, alcohol.”

Vegeta lowered himself onto one of the couches, watching her disappear behind the island’s counter separating the kitchen and the living room. He folded his arms and crossed his right ankle over his left knee. “Whatever’s fine.”

When his day began, even after the tumultuous morning he suffered at Capsule Corp., he never would have imagined he would follow Nabooru home, spend time with her outside of sparring seated comfortably on her couch, or consider staying in the guest room she offered. To spare his pride at least for the first few times (if it became something regular at all; that_ he had yet to decide), he planned to train later than her and return while she slept. However, he had every intention of ensuring she made good on her promise and explain her earlier claim, her motive behind the almost too generous offer.

“Don’t think you’ve gotten out of answering my question from earlier.”

Truthfully, she hoped he had forgotten. She fished out a few bottles of water and considered the coming task at hand. Standing, she closed the refrigerator and opened the freezer, pulling out a barely touched bottle of whiskey. A gift from Nappa.  “Of course you didn’t.” Opening the cabinet, she grabbed two glasses and filled them with the amber liquid. She wasn’t about to tell this particular story without a little help nor would she drink alone. She idly wished she had waited to change from her training clothes to the dull orange camisole and a pair of dark gray shorts; at least that would offer her another chance to stall.

She picked up each glass, holding them by the lip between her thumb and forefinger, and, after a second thought, tucked the bottle of whiskey beneath her other arm along with the pair of water bottles. “You sure you don’t want to change or something? Take a shower?” She placed one glass of whiskey and bottle of water in front of him on the circular table before taking a seat on the couch across from him on the other side. “I could probably talk to Lanu about potentially fixing your armor, too. She’s good at that sort of thing.”

“You’re stalling.” His glare slid from her to the drinks offered to him. He snorted when he caught a whiff of the alcohol. If her attempts to distract him weren’t evidence enough to it, the liquor more than solidified the fact that the story was not one she was fond of telling. It seemed to be their normal vein of conversation if the topic didn’t revolve around fighting. “I don’t have anything here to change into, and I’m not wearing your clothes or some other stupid suggestion you might come up with. Now talk.”

“Have you just been dwelling on this all day?” she huffed, disappointed her every tactic fell flat. She swirled the liquid around in the glass, considering where to begin. “I’ll have to give you a little background to how I ended up in that state of mind…”

She shrugged the stap of her tank top back up onto her shoulder. The story at hand would force her to delve back into her most painful memories. Those that started the unfortunate domino effect that forced her into tough scenarios and even tougher decisions. Many of which she wondered if she chose correctly and the potential alternates kept her up at night. Those loose ends left untied that niggled at her mind and perturbed her.

"You remember how I told you that our king had planned to overthrow Hyrule and likely take it over himself?" 

Vegeta nodded once. Though most of those who thought they knew him best would protest, the Saiyan prince remembered more details about the people around him than he let on. As long as he deemed it useful or the more rare occasions he found it actually interesting. Her story fell under both categories.

Nabooru considered a swig of her whiskey but held off. Her chest felt too tight, even after all these years. It was almost laughable, her claims questionable. A woman whose very purpose in life for as long as she could remember was to serve and protect her people, to pull them from the deepening pit they found themselves in and better their lives and allow them something sustainable that didn't rely on scavenging and scraping by. Who had pride and passion in them, who admired their ambitious but equally passionate king committing the highest crime against the two things she held most dear.

"As his second in command, he trusted me with his plans. It started as a wild dream chasing an artifact I'm still not sure exists that could grant a wish to help us to...something darker. More dangerous. I saw him change right before my eyes over those years. He became obsessed, and the line between helping our people and securing power became blurry." Now she took a drink, the burn of it easily disregarded in conjunction with the pain of memory. "Our relationship aside, it worried me. It all felt dangerous and wrong, a power not meant for us or any other mortal. He not only endangered himself on this quest, but I saw how it could further endanger our people. The Hylians believed we worshipped our kings like gods anyway, so it wasn't a far leap for them to assume that, should Ganondorf fail or be found out, that we would rise up and try to finish what he started. Give them more reason to hate us and incite violence against us with a more solid stance than they held previously.

"Had we not suffered so much in the war, if Hyrule's alliances with the other races remained more tenuous and their hate for us was a little milder, maybe I would have had his optimism in the plan, knowing we could defend ourselves if things went wrong. I hadn't yet fully seen the walls we faced in resolving our differences diplomatically, and that is, unfortunately, where my optimism had lain. We argued plenty about his obsession with the Triforce, but it wasn't until I found out that, in order to obtain whatever he needed to gain access to it, he had attacked the other races when they wouldn't comply. Such show of force when we were all meant to be unified, such violence of degrees that could severely damage whole communities, wouldn't go unnoticed or swept under the rug. That is when I knew I had to stop him." She felt as though she was back in that moment in the Spirit Temple, face to face with Ganondorf for one of the last times. The weight of her decision to defy and actively try to stop him crushing. What that decision meant by their law.

"And I did try to stop him and sabotage his plans. I gave him the impression that, at his warning and what he considered mercy, I was self-exiling myself to avoid execution. I disappeared into the desert for several days before returning to our temple which he had since closed off to use as his base of operations. I defied the orders set that all Gerudo stay away from the temple, information I gathered from Aveil when I returned to the fortress first. None of them knew I had even been technically exiled, likely so he could save face and maintain the appearance that he wasn't up to something they might not like. But, when I returned to the temple, I was captured by his mothers and imprisoned, set to face trial for treason against our king and our people, the only things that truly mattered to me."

Sipping at his own drink, Vegeta didn't miss the twisting of her expression when she uttered the word treason. The pieces of her history were clicking together far more succinctly than they had with the first telling that lacked these more...personal details. He supposed they hadn't been needed to answer his first question about who filled the role of Frieza in her life to answer it sufficiently. He employed similar tactics when he could get away with the bare bones of the information, either to protect himself or avoid discussing matters he didn't care to or found irrelevant. Though he could not relate to her dismay of betraying her king and country, as he never got the chance to do so, and betraying Frieza hadn't required much emotional searching. All he had to fear was death for the attempt, and he never particularly felt alive during that time, anyway. She faced her entire people's scrutiny and the personal shame of turning on her king and by proxy them, which likely called her trustworthiness and allegiance into question. Among other things.

“And yet you weren’t executed, obviously.”

Nabooru sensed the hint of impatience; she supposed she should have warned him the preamble was a lengthy one. It wouldn’t deter her from telling the tale correctly. “No. I was given a trial and we both told our sides of the story. My service to the Gerudo in the past and genuine concern apparently helped me avoid outright execution, much to Ganondorf’s disappointment. He and the Elite instead sentenced me to the Kavi Dorova, a cave that leads to a series of unknown challenges. No one had ever survived it, so it was as good as a death sentence. On the off chance I did survive, I could return to the Gerudo with my rank intact.”

Vegeta snorted. “I take it your king had little faith you would survive, then. Or he planned to strip you of your rank on the off chance you returned despite the judgement.”

“I never got to find out,” she replied, chewing the inside of her lip. She drained her glass and refilled it. “He was gone by the time I healed up after the ordeal. Which is where your question comes into play.

“I don’t know how long I had been down there or how far I had gotten. Each fight was harder and felt more pointless than the last with more numerous and powerful monsters each time. Half of them I didn’t even recognize. I was starving, dehydrated, had sustained more injuries than I could count, and had almost been frozen to death by some ice beast. As I tried to rest, curled around the lone torch in the room for warmth, I was ready to give up. Nothing mattered to me any more. Not my pride or my people, not fighting or my talent as a warrior. None of it had saved me down there and I was ready to just perish. It would be easier than going on. Easier than facing the Gerudo again if I ever escaped that hell."

She rested her back against the cushions. "But...I was never one to just settle for easy. I was too stubborn to let that pit beat me. Somehow, I fought on. I remembered what my people had suffered and, despite the hole they tossed me into and a fair portion of them wanting me killed on the spot, I had dedicated my life to being a Gerudo warrior and protecting them. I convinced myself I had to get back and make good on that promise no matter what they thought of me.

"The last things I remember is nearly being gutted by a Darknut, stabbing him with its own sword, and dragging myself on the ground toward a light. Aveil said they found me barely alive outside the cave and losing a lot of blood. I woke up to finding out Ganondorf had been captured and arrested and that I would have to take over as leader."

The Gerudo's laugh was short, bitter, and she took another hearty swig of the whiskey. A position she never thought she would ascend to since a king sat on the throne in her lifetime. She wanted to feel honored, but the increasingly hostile environment she awoke to made the promotion a bittersweet one. Between a split tribe at home and fighting a losing battle for the barest of scraps to help her people abroad, it was a wonder how she didn't snap and lead them into that losing war anyway. 

"It didn't take long for that confidence to waver. I quickly realized that the monsters down there were far easier to combat than those I found on the surface: I didn't feel guilty about killing them for my survival."

"Guilt is a pain, isn't it?" He smirked at her and poured himself another glass of the whiskey. "I'm sure you would have felt much more satisfied if you tore through the bastards that wronged you like you did those beasts in the pit. I may not have gotten Frieza, but I killed three of his best men who were almost as bad along with the better portion of his special forces."

To his surprise, Nabooru smiled herself, and she laughed softly. "I'm not sure there's a day that doesn't go by that I fantasize about it. That I don't play out potential strategies in my head that might have brought us success. I even drew a few up when I was bored once. Burned them but…" She trailed off and raised her hand, palm to the ceiling. An orange-to-yellow gradient ball of ki materialized atop it. "The others seem happy enough here. Safe might be a strong word, but learning ki has helped us stay protected." 

Save for the one time they all died apparently. The lack of memory of that event still bothered her. Another story she wanted to press from Vegeta if she got the chance.

"If we had this knowledge back then...for our whole existence…" She closed her fist around the glowing energy, dissipating it in a small shower of sparks. "I wonder how things would have been different…"

The prince understood those longings, the constant wondering what could have been done better, what one aspect could change the outcome of his life. Back when he served Frieza and before. In more recent memory. He knew it was all pointless conjecture, and he suspected she did, too. But it didn't stop them from wondering about the lives they, perhaps, should have had.

"Chances are some bastard like Frieza or his brother Cooler would take interest in your warrior race and forced you into their servitude. And if you were lucky, they would leave more than a few of you alive to serve in their army." Lucky. he had come to despise that word since Frieza used it in regards to him not being blasted to bits with the rest of his race. "Lucky might be a strong word, though."

Nabooru sipped her whiskey, glad for the warmth and lightness it began to provide. She should stop, if only for the risk of facing the consequences in the morning, but, as if in direct defiance of her own thoughts, she finished off the glass and poured another. "You're probably right." Shifting to the side, she rested her weight against the arm of the couch and stretched her legs out to the side of her, tracing the rim of her glass with her finger. "Tell me about those guys you killed. Like how you did it. Maybe I can live vicariously through you."

“Is that how that works?” Vegeta snorted and drained his second glass, filling it again to join her on the third round. He wondered at the strength of this liquor. Earth’s typical fare didn’t usually affect him after two drinks. He wouldn’t describe himself as tipsy yet by any means, but he was willing to blame the alcohol for silently turning their casual conversation over drinks into a contest. “Fine.That was the better half of that damn trip to Namek…”

Before everything went horribly wrong, and, when he saw her tilt her head slightly to the side and her lips part to ask what he meant by that, he drew her focus back to the first request. Strange as it was, considering what he gathered from her thus far.

“Let’s see…” He raised a glove hand, casting the bare tips of a few of his fingers a fleeting glare. “I blew up Cui and Dodoria. Blew a hole through Zarbon.” He ticked each one off on his fingers. “I decapitated Guldo, knee dropped Burter in the throat, and blasted Recoome and Jeice to oblivion.” He decided not to mention that Recoome and Burter had been incapacitated by Kakarot in an impressive display of speed and strength prior to his finishing blows. 

“Wow…” None of the names meant much to her, but she had no trouble believing those men who served a monster like Frieza so loyally possessed the same mindset he did. And if Vegeta found issue with them and he wasn’t exactly a glowing beacon of kindness and fairness, unless he was outright lying which she doubted on this, she had no reason to question that they had caused him and perhaps the other remaining Saiyans trouble while they were in Frieza’s service. “Sounds like you did have a good day, then.”

He draped his free arm over the back of the couch. “Did that satisfy you?”

Nabooru had to bite back a giggle, the haze of alcohol in her mind sliding it toward the gutter. “Not in the way I was hoping, unfortunately. But what made the rest of that trip so horrible?"

"Besides Kakarot becoming a Super Saiyan before me and killing Frieza?" He tapped his chest near his heart. "Frieza killed me. Don't give me that look. It didn't last long. Kakarot's idiot friends accidentally revived me with the Dragonballs because they wished everyone killed by Frieza and his men back to life. That included me."

Nabooru did her best to wipe the stunned expression from her face, and her gaze followed his hand. With a chunk of his armor missing, she could just make out the jagged edge of a faded scar. He really just didn't catch many breaks, did he?

She finished off the drink in her hand and set the glass on the table before slumping further into the couch to sprawl out more comfortably on her side. "For what it's worth, I'm glad they messed that up." The words left her lips before she could stop them, and, though she hated how sappy they sounded, she supposed the truth in them made them worth uttering. "I mean...we wouldn't have met otherwise, and I wouldn't have a training partner that could help me improve as much as you have."

“Hmpt, how flattering…” He didn’t doubt her words. With staging her tournament and with those who answered her call, she could have requested a sparring partner from many of the other combatants that would provide her at least entertainment if not a challenge to her unexpected strength. And with Kakarot there as well…

“Why did you ask me over Kakarot, anyway? You had the chance to ask him to train with you, and you didn’t.” 

Nabooru propped her elbow beneath her and rested her head on her palm. The question wasn't out of place; even he begrudgingly admitted Goku surpassed him in strength, so it would make sense she seek out the most powerful person to train with. Instead, she had chosen him. Second place over first.

"It was just a guess, but I figured you would be a better trainer for me. Close to the hardened, take no prisoners style of training and fighting I'm used to. I doubted Goku would push me as far as you could. And after finding out that you and I had a similar story in some ways..." She shrugged a shoulder. "Besides, I guess I'm a little biased still after watching the two of you fight that clown android. I know Goku wasn't exactly at full capacity but...well, watching you tear that thing to scrap, feeling the drastic rise of your energy when you transformed...I guess it just stuck with me after all these years. Not to mention your performance in the Warrior Games."

Vegeta had forgotten she had shown up to that fight, no matter how briefly she remained among their band of eould-be heroes. He had been too focused on dismantling a couple androids to pay her much mind. Perhaps if he had, he would have had a competent sparring partner all this time. Decent company, too. His mindset had been so different back then, more erratic and laser focused on his one goal...would he have even bothered should she have asked him to train with her before she returned to her people that day? After the Cell Games? Had she sought him out before her own tournament?

“You were likely correct. Kakarot is too soft to properly train and spar with anyone. He would be too afraid of hurting you, even though you’ve proven you’re more than capable of taking hard hits.” Nabooru stifled a yawn, and the Saiyan noted her heavy eyelids with mild annoyance. “Are you drunk already, woman?”

She stretched languidly and giggled. “No, I’m just a little tipsy.” A slight fib; she had forgotten Nappa’s warnings and her own singular experience with the liquor he gifted her. The effects of it snuck up on her and caught her off guard each time. “Mind your own business. I’m fine.”

Vegeta rolled his eyes and stood, arching his back to stretch his spine. He finished off his drink and snatched up the bottle before she could try to make herself another. She reached out a whole two second too late to stop him and he snorted. “Your shit reaction time says otherwise.” He strode to the kitchen and slid the bottle back into the freezer. “Drink your water and go to bed. I’m going back out to train and no, you can’t come with me.”

Her whine devolved into another fit of giggles and she flopped onto her back. “Training I can’t help with, huh? Just let me know if you do need an extra hand.”

Vegeta paused with his hand on the door knob, the meaning of her suggestion dawning on him far too slowly. He swiped his other hand over his face. “Don’t be crude. Go to bed.”

She flipped him off with a lazy grin. “Goodnight, Vegeta. Don’t have too much fun without me~.”

He merely groaned in response and slipped back out into the cool desert night, door slamming behind him.

#:: nabooru ☀ #// vegeta ♅ #two dumb idiots is all this is #but i love them both #separately and together #and im a weak bitch #and for all you that know zelda #the kavi dorova is basically the gerudo translation i made up for the cave of ordeals #from twilight princess xD

[daloverboi-blog]

How DBS should've been (IMO)

In Super at least, they don’t know what to do with their characters. So they just keep trying to fight their way out of every corner with Goku and Vegeta but nothing ever changes. No one learns anything or grows. All they do is unlock another Super Saiyan hairdo

Resurrection F Arc

They should have left Goku and Vegeta out of it. Focus on what everyone would do if they weren’t around. They started to do this, but then they didn’t. Keep Goku and Vegeta away while Frieza attacks.

Hell, send Piccolo to Namek. They shouldn’t rely on him either. Maybe he’s trying to learn some ancient Namekian fighting style so he’s been gone a while idk. It’d be a great way to make him relevant again. Maybe he learns how to go from a Super Namekian to a Namekian Dragon. (Not literally turning into a Dragon. Dragon is just a title. Basically it’s a name for the Red Eyed Namakian transformation from heroes.) Awesome, now he’s got purple God Ki with red lightning sparks. He’s equal with Goku, Vegeta, and Frieza now. They can stop avoiding him because he doesn’t have a Flashy new power up.

Now we FINALLY get to see the Earthlings shine. Well more like, eat shit and get fucking trashed. They didn’t see this coming, they’re not prepared. They haven’t trained in years. It’s so desperate and bleak, just like on Namek. Now, when we hit that low moment with Gohan it hits way harder to see him struggling to become a Super Saiyan. Bring 17 and 18 back that way, I’d love to see a reverse of Future Trunk’s timeline where they save Gohan instead of killing him. If you’re going to foreshadow Ultra Instinct , do it here, and do it with Gohan. He has to fail though, that’s important.

Then if you HAVE to, let Vegeta catch wind of Frieza coming back and make up an excuse to go back to earth. Goku’s an idiot, so he just buys it and stays with Whis to train. Vegeta FINALLY gets his revenge on Frieza. One on one and sends him back to hell proper. Then he comes back to finish training with Whis, and Goku is completely oblivious to everything. It would have been hilarious and great.

The Future Trunks Arc

First off, how is this not titled “The Black Future Arc”

The Future Trunks Arc

The Black Future Arc

Instead of all the Time rings, alternative time lines, body switching, and potara retcons, just make Goku Black, a grown up Goten from a timeline where Zamasu has manipulated him into agreeing with his messed up world view. It’s way more interesting and less complicated.

I know, I know, how it sounds, but it could work. Just roll with me, this post is already long enough as is.

Goten is evil now because Goku was never around and Xeno kept demanding that he come play with him. His Visit’s to Xeno keep getting longer and longer and one day he just never comes back. The Earth gets attacked one day and without Goku there A LOT of people die. Maybe Goten is defeated and has to watch Chi-Chi die or something. Even though they have the dragon balls, the experience sticks with Goten, blames his father and Yada, Yada…

Zamasu hates the way the universes work. Hes told Kai’s shouldn’t interfere or what ever. He doesn’t hate ALL mortals. Just the corrupt ones. He’s just more black and white about it. He thinks Mortals like Frieza and the violent uncontrollable races like the Saiyans should be wiped out. He thinks the best way to teach a species not to fuck up would be to Wipe them out to the bare minimum needed to continue starting with the most corrupt, and force the last living members of the race to “try again”.

He thinks Universe 10’s God of Destruction is a lazy tyrant who would rather destroy anyone who bugs him slightly. So, he cooks up a plan to train and manipulate his own God of Destruction candidate, overthrow the current GoD, become Supreme Kai and institute his new hands on approach to teaching. Shin and Kibito visit him and Gowasu and, after Shin mentions Goku and looking him up on GodTube Zamasu’s like, “I need a Saiyan."

Enter lonely disillusioned Goten who feels weak.

(I’m aware that theres some holes here but look at how long this post is, just go with it.)

Basically the rough plot would be something like this:

- Goku and Vegeta prepare to leave to train with Whis. Goten and Trunks ask if they can come along, but get denied.

- Future Trunks and Mai, come from the future asking for help because this dude calling himself “Black” is fucking the world up.

- Bulma suggests he and Mai just stay in this timeline.

- Beerus threatens them both with destruction if they don’t return to their time within 24 hours because time traveling is a crime and all that jazz.

- Goku and Whis travel to visit Xeno, who wants Goku to be his friend and live with him. He gives Goku a button that will allow him to visit whenever he pleases and vice versa.

- F. Trunks, Vegeta, and Goku begin training in the Hyperbolic Time chamber. Cause 24 hours and blah, blah, blah…

- Heroes arrive in the future, to fight Black “Oh no, it’s Goten!!!!” -gasp- and F.Zamasu!?! -double gasp-

- over like 4 or 5 episodes: Zamasu destroys the Sensu beans, we get Future Goten’s backstory and why he’s evil. Super Saiyan Rosé happens and we get an Emotional Trunks V Goten fight. Black doesn’t switch sides but he does begin to doubt his own motives long enough for Trunks to fuck up Zamasu. Zamasu forces Goten to fuse using the potara earrings. (Slight retcon here: Supreme kai’s who fuse with ANYONE using potara fusion, will retain the dominant personality, regardless of difference in power. Think of it as a weird countermessure kind of thing specifically for situations like Elder Kai’s with the Witch. It makes sense and really doesnt change much.) Almighty Zamasu,(instead of Merged Zamasu), kicks a bunch of ass, and kills Trunks, who dies along with Mai, protecting Vegeta. (Its super touching and sad)

- A. Zamasu kicks the exhausted desperate Saiyans asses. Goku remembers the deuss ex machina. I mean the Xeno button and calls Future Xeno to Earth. We find out Future Goku DID try to come back to earth to help, but F.Xeno erase’s him for leaving. F. Xeno destroys the future like normal and Vegeta and Goku escape.

- Goku, and Vegeta, make it back to the present and go with Beerus confront Present Zamsu. Zamasu attacks, same as the show, and Beerus destroys him.

- Whis reveals that only a Destroyer can alter a timeline rather than creating a new one. When a Destroyer uses the "Hakai " technique, that person is destroyed in every timeline. To prove it, he shows F.Trunks in his new timeline introducing Mai to his parents and a good, but lonely F.Goten being invited to dinner with them. Which saddens Goku. (He’s a bad father but, he’s not heartless)

- Heroes go back to earth and find F.Xeno lodged in the time machine very confused. (Since he wasn’t in his timeline when Beerus destroyed Zamasu, he was unafected and still exists or whatever. Shutup, its MY story.) Goku gets an idea and uses the button to bring F.Xeno to the present Xeno so that they can be friends and Goku can stay on earth.

- Whis asks Goku and Vegeta if they’re ready to go train. Vegeta is but Goku decides to hang back and asks Goten if he wants to play.

- The end

I’m fine with the other Arcs I guess except for the Universal Tournament of Power Arc but with all the issues it has I wouldn’t even know where to begin. Gohan totally should have been the one to get ultra instinct though. Don’t put in 10 fighters if you’re only going to use 2.

Hope that answered your question.

TL;DR: I think it needs Character development.

#dragon ball super #dbs #goku #son goku #vegeta #trunks #future trunks #goku black #zamasu

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SHONEN JUMP RAP CYPHER | RUSTAGE

SHONEN JUMP RAP CYPHER | RUSTAGE

SHONEN JUMP RAP CYPHER | RUSTAGE - Rustage Lyrics

**Lyrics** (Luffy: Rustage) Starting with the number one, hey How'd a pirate get this long, hey Cause I ate the Gum Gum See them run run When I hit that gun, hey Sailing I'm talking no breaks When my crew's on the move As we pillage the grand line Looting the treasure we can find I'm blowing up like a landmine Going gear second I reckon that I'm a weapon I'm wrecking up those who threaten In messing with my own brethren Stay repping look where I'm heading No question the Yonkos sweating I'm betting the words I'm yelling I'm king and there's no forgetting <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> (Gon: Fabvl) I'll jump the competition, really there's no contest Channelled future yen and most of y'all ain't even bomb yet It's nonsense Pro exams completed as a child Hisoka, I think these clowns are living in denial So don't make me power up, I'll call the thunder in my right hand If you want the strongest shonen, then you called the right man They might Stan Treat you all like Pitou, it won't take long Name is Gon and this time Imma make sure that you stay gone (Naruto: None Like Joshua) Oh, better believe it's Naruto Who's the best hero all of you know My legacy is happening I got a type of running named after me While you're slow Can't keep up with my chakra flow Except Hinata, I'm her ho- Kage, all I did is call her and tell her to come over cause My parents are not home Out of these ninjas you can watch my dub Even all my filler is so far above When it comes to Boruto why ya'll given up Like I did with simpin' on Sakura Killer B's rapping but I get the encore With the power that I bring I don't really want yours Cause I came from the swing, everybody shunned more Now you're looking at the king of this Jump Force <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> (Yugi: Connor Quest!) I'm a master, you be Practice newbies That's a doozy For Yami Yugi Puzzle did something like a hadron tunnel Cause now I got atem through me Champ of the match see fans fawn No matter what hand's drawn I'm kicking up dust Metal tanks in land form When we D-D-D-D-Duel there's sandstorms Cards are flipping I need an answer quick and I might find my dark magician If I wish hard and believe enough in the heart that's in 'em I see setos fear Pull the fifth part of Exodia Guess it all came to a head so clear That your deck's gonna get X'd, oh dear (Asta: Eddie Rath) Welcome to the magic It's a tale that's tragic Filled with pain that's Harder than plastic Especially when you discover When I started I was Less than amazing But now that I've been chosen By the grimoir I'm rising to The occasion in a blazing flame of magic Ain't no hocus pocus and abracadabra That you don't have it a wizard you joke with This ain't Gandalf The Gray But you shall not pass Hopeless, better be ferocious Was the poorest orphan living in darkness But now I'm focused I be thanking all my hardships <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> (Ichigo: IBDL) Uh, hit em back with that Bankai Got that power like it came out of the Dangai Father passed the torch now I'm the fam's don guy Think you Aizen, but you looking like that don guy Y'all like Soifon, your raps barely sing My bars are Getsuga Tensho, got that masterful swing They say it ain't over till the fat lady sings But you'll know that it's really over when that black lady sings (Koro-Sensei: CDawgVA) Mach speed, blow up the moon And now making these children write essays Coming with tentacles teach you a lesson In why you don't mess with the sensei I amaze, used to be the reaper now I run this class I can turn a loser to assassin do it real fast (Light: Zach Boucher) I think I've been out of my head Gift was given made some poor decisions That I wish I didn't, but I do it again Feeling different I was on a mission To achieve my vision with a page and a pen Sit and listen to the words I've written It ain't even finished till I see that they're dead Don't even try to pretend there's no malicious intent Stay in my thoughts, keep to the morals I've got And kill anyone who is not Just never get caught until every criminal rots They'll consider me as a god At whatever cost, that's how I excel Cannot be stopped even if I fell I'm taking em off, if you couldn't tell I gave up a lot to give you this L <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> (Hinata: Shwabadi) Yeah, here comes Hinata When I'm on the court the enemy has got their guard up Never gonna fall off, bet I'm gonna pop off Way short, but I'm packing punches like a sawed off Hot like a sauna, this ball of fire Don't know nada, but I'm gonna chase desire To go farther every jump will take me higher They put walls up, so I had to learn to fly Putting up points, spiking it or clearing the way Best decoy, got a little something to say To anyone that doubts that I'm here to stay Only got one goal it's to play the game Underestimated I'm the ace, you just wait When I spike it past the net You might take it to the face (Deku: Divide Music) Coming in with 100% of me I got you trembling Just with a flick of my finger Put you back where you're supposed to be I'm not holding back I got you so calculated I'm one step ahead One For All gon be demonstrated Get it? Got it? Good! Nothing better, and you should know Started from the bottom and I made it to the top, so Step aside I'm rising to great heights With All Might at my side Repping UA With pride, oh <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> (Yusuke GameboyJones) Giving you the finger spirit gun Send you off with Botan, then you done Hit you with the stick and I didn't need a grip When I'm pulling from the hip then click Because I'm lock loaded, the clip is ready to go Got a shotgun in my hand that's bout to blow Cause I'm hitting you quick, fast Giving you whiplash wearing these spirit cuffs You can be human or demon Cause honestly I just don't give a fuck If you're looking for the best, just know there's no other Cause I'm flexing out here like I'm the youngest Toguro brother (Gintoki: Shao Dow) They call me Gintoki, slim not stocky Lemme Shonen Jump on your leg and your body Odd Job Gin, don't mess with my possee If you touch my hair then you will be sorry Cause you're way too sloppy Got a silver soul, Shiroyasha Swing my sword and Amanto scatter Gintama, not Kintama Tell Shinpachi we need money If Kagura or Katsura bring more trouble we keep running Pay rent? That's a waste of time That weather girl, I will make her mine You can beat me up and that's fair and fine But if you hurt my friends then prepare to die <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> (Tanjiro: DizzyEight) Slaying demons is what we do If you filled with evil then my blade is highly lethal If you coming at my people, pray to god I never meet you Ever mess with Nez, you KO'd when I see you I've grown stronger from that fateful day they found me I trained to hone the skill, the progression so outstanding My style like breathing water, that mean you could never drown me Whirlpool, that mean I'm slicing everything around me (Emma: FrivolousShara) EMMA, 63194 Listen what I've got to say The others walked now seems we gotta run away Don't you talk adults are the enemy You can break every bone in my body I won't falter And if the plan fails, the idea simply alters These demons scheming but they ain't the only monsters Our combined IQ breaks the safe, strength in numbers Now we've woken from the slumber Never ending perfect summers Across the farm you can't help but wonder <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> (Soma: DiggzDaProphecy) See I'm the anime Raekwon The chef, baby stay calm You can't stand the heat, get out the kitchen get a day job Word, and the finale's superb I take a sec, put on my band and I'll be happy to serve So ma, tell me what you like and I can hook it up Ya boy got them recipes the best couldn't cook up And she gon bust from the taste of my meat Chef boy are these boys always cooking up heat (Jotaro: Dreaded Yasuke) It's my go, they call me Jotaro Don't get me mad Imma go fast only with jabs You go through silos Got that drip in Cairo, girls will simp my silhouette I know think it's a typo fighting with a platinum psycho None of Y'all is a threat What you gotta say in your breath Better speak with a bigger chest Now you lying down with my pet, while Iggy piss on ya neck All types of disrespect, what you expect Go against a vet, better get your techs Wanna get swept through the complex Now who is next? <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> (Bobobo: BassedOlaf w/ ThighHighSenpai) Bobobo making the foes stare Call me the master of nose hair Look at the hair on the heads of these anime characters Brother it's no fair But I'm better than these guys, don't you understand? I came second place at screaming face to face with desk fans Afro is full of surprises, look at my powers immense Leaving beauty screaming Bobobo that makes no sense Hunting hair hunters, Saitama I'm coming for you Don patch a better Super Saiyan god than Goku <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> (Goku: DaddyPhatSnaps) Oh, they went and called Kakorot, had to be danger Leave em flat footed like they in the gravity chamber I'm just looking for a challenge can you battle me stranger? Shonen Legend in the Saddle and the power is major Level up on the track, flow ultra instinct Bye bye bye fusion dance is always in sync *wink* And they wonder why I'm last on the song Cause when all of you were taking I just formed a spirit bomb

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[krillin-fanfic]

What They Don’t Understand

Figured I’d actually toss up one of my earliest works. Think this was, like, the 4th or 5th thing I wrote. And it did not feature the usual characters. Yep, that’s right, It’s a GoChi fic. Well, less a story than kinda shilling for their relationship via the characters (heh) but a GoChi shill! Maybe you’ll at least find it entertaining.

A young boy about the age of eight sat outside his home, running his fingers through his black hair that was finally starting to grow out of a rather unattractive bowl cut while listening to the voices of his parents coming from inside the house. They were fighting. Again. And his dad hadn't been home longer than a week.

Well, perhaps fighting wasn't the appropriate word; in all actuality, they were arguing. Once again, it was about him; his mother felt he was spending too much time training, not enough studying and his father was of the opinion that he was doing fine. Now, Gohan did have to admit that he'd been slacking on his particular end of their deal; he'd be allowed to train with Piccolo and his father, but only if he did a set amount of schoolwork per day. But, at the same time, he was YEARS ahead of anyone else his age. He could hold off on picking up a single book for the next four years and still be considered advanced for his age But, once again his mother had noted this fact and threatened to rescind their deal, and his dad had jumped in, saying that he was doing fine with what he had accomplished so far that week

Now, they were arguing again and he couldn't stand it.

Normally, this wouldn't have bothered him. Normally, he'd just shrug it off as his parents being… well, his parents. But now, after what the others had said, it worried him.

Not more than ten minutes ago, a group of kids about his age had passed through the area on a nature hike, part of some scouting organization or other. Gohan had relished the opportunity to talk to them; after all, his mom was always encouraging him to make some friends his own age, and though he considered Krillin and Piccolo to be very close, he had to admit it would be nice to hang out with someone his own age. Granted, Piccolo wasn't technically much older than he was, but still. Besides, playing catch or chasing butterflies wasn't exactly the large Namek's idea of fun.

Well, he'd finally had a chance to meet those kids and things had gotten off to a pretty good start, when the first shouts had come from inside the house. The result was the other children leaving quite quickly, but not before saying some things that worried him.

The house fell suddenly, quiet as Gohan began to dread what had occurred, when an entirely new sound began to come from the house, a sound that was of a different nature, but was still quite disturbing to his young mind. It never ceased to amaze him how his parents could go from fighting one minute to… to doing THAT the next. A disturbing thought indeed, but it did bring him a little comfort. It was certainly better than hearing those two fighting.

The noise was rather short-lived, as Goku soon came walking out the front door, that same dopey grin on his face as he called out at the top of his lungs, not realizing that his son was actually only a few feet away from the door.

"GOOOOHAAAN! DINNER"S ALMOST READY!"

The boy clamped his hands firmly over his ears and resisted the urge to jump out of his skin. One fact could not be denied, even by Vegeta: if nothing else, his father had the strongest set of LUNGS in the universe…

Gohan released his ears and looked up at his father. "Um, I'm right here, Dad."

Goku put his hand behind his head and laughed sheepishly. "Oh, yeah. Sorry about that. Well, c'mon, food's almost done." He waggled his eyebrows at him. "Mom made your favorite…"

Gohan just looked back down at the ground and began to trace light patterns in the dirt with his finger. "Yeah. I'll be there in a sec."

Goku's eyes widened a bit at that statement. Gohan, like him, had never been one to refuse a meal, especially when it was his favorite. It didn't take a genius, thank God, to know that something was wrong with the boy. He sat down next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Gohan turned to look at his father, not quite sure where to begin. So many questions were running through his mind right now, he didn't know which to voice. Finally, he managed to come right out and ask. "Are you and Mom gonna… are you gonna get divorced?"

Goku's eyes flew open in shock. "What?! No! What in the world gave you that idea?!"

"Well, there were these kids that came this way earlier and they heard you two arguing. One of the girls asked me if you guys did that a lot because her parents used to do that before they got a divorce, a-and I'm worried that…" Gohan trailed off as he fought back the urge to cry.

Goku placed a hand over his face and sighed. He somehow knew this talk would come sooner or later, but not like this. "Gohan, your mother and I love each other very much. We're not gonna get a divorce."

"But…" Gohan became quiet again as his father held up a hand for silence.

"I know, it seems like we argue a lot, and we do. But that doesn't mean we don't love each other, and it certainly doesn't mean we don't love you. It's just…" he paused, looking for the right words. "It's just that, your Mom and I, well… we can be stubborn at times. And sometimes, when you have two stubborn people who have two different positions on a subject, they'll argue. But, nobody gets along all the time, Gohan. Heck, Bulma, Krillin, Yamcha and I practically grew up together, and we fought all the time! But, we're all still friends, aren't we?"

Gohan nodded and sniffled a little as his father continued. "And I know that a lot of the things we seem to disagree on revolve around you, but I want you to know it's not your fault, okay?"

He wrapped an arm around his son in a gentle hug. "Your mom and I both love you and want what's best for you. It's just that we disagree on how to go about that."

He smiled down at his son. "Mom just wants to make sure that you don't end up like me in the sense that, well, aside from fighting, I really don't have marketable skills. Granted, the way I was raised I didn't really have an opportunity for an edu- uh- education? Yeah, that's it. I kinda had an excuse, but there's a price to pay for that. Unless there's a tournament that's held somewhere, we don't really have an income. Fact is, we've actually had to live off Grandpa for a while now.

"But one day, you're gonna meet a girl…" Gohan made a face at that statement. Him, with a girl? Gross!

Goku smiled at his son's reaction. "Yeah, you might think that now, but one day you're gonna meet a girl and have a family of your own. Mom wants to make sure you can provide for them, and I agree with her. I do think she can be a little strict at times, but she's only doing it because she loves you."

Gohan then decided to ask his next question. "But, what about what people say about the way Mom acts? I mean, Vegeta says she's a crazy lady and stuff because she's always getting mad at us for doing what he says Saiyans are supposed to do..."

Goku winced, knowing full well what the 'and stuff' was that Gohan was referring to. Saying it to him was one thing, but to say it to Gohan…

"Look, Son, your mom only does that because she's worried about us."

Gohan looked confused. "But, Mom knows you're a Super Saiyan now. Why's she still worried?"

'Time for a history lesson,' Goku thought to himself as he searched his mind for the best possible answer. "Son, you know your Mom and I were only 17 when we were married, right?"

"Yeah…"

"And you remember what happened to me when the Saiyans showed up, don't you?"

Gohan remembered that painful experience all too well. "Yes…"

Goku looked down at his son, a tinge of sadness in his eyes. "Well, when that happened, your mom and I had only been together for five years. She was only 22 years old and she became a widow. That's not exactly pleasant. Before that, all we ever had to worry about was Piccolo, and he seemed to be too busy sulking to ever try to attack us again. Even if he did, he was nothing all of us put together couldn't handle if had doubled his power. So to your mom, losing me hadn't really been an issue. Then you came along and she just couldn't stop pining over you." He smiled at his son. "And I've got the baby pictures to prove it.

"Then the Saiyans arrive and suddenly, I'm dead and you're 'kidnapped' by the one she had always thought to be the greatest threat to her family. It wasn't easy on her, living here all alone. She couldn't really be visited by anyone, either, since they were busy preparing for Vegeta to arrive; Bulma came out when she could, though.

"Your mother pretty much lost us both for a full year, and the next time she saw us, we were almost dead again! If I were on the other end, I might get a little overprotective, too. She just wants to make sure we're both gonna stick around for a while."

Goku looked at Gohan and spoke the next words with all seriousness. "Son, I want you to know that you can't take everything Vegeta says seriously; he's just bitter. No matter what anyone says, to you, you should be proud to have her as a mother." He then seemed to switch topics. "Did you know that most men marry women like their mothers?" He scratched his head as he thought. "At least that's what Bulma spouted to us from her girly magazines that she always read on the island. We never really got the concept, since we never really got to know our parents. But, if my Mom was anything like Chi-Chi, then I'd say I was proud to have a mom who loved me that much."

Gohan looked at his father in a state of shock and awe. This was a side of him he'd never seen before. His grandiose thoughts were pushed aside, however, when he heard his father's stomach give a loud lurch.

Goku let out another laugh. "Wow, sounds like someone's getting impatient!" He stood up and offered his hand to Gohan. "C'mon, let's go get some food!"

He couldn't help but smile as he took his father's hand and pulled himself up off the ground. Sure, some people might think his parents seemed strange, but he knew better. They weren't really any different than anyone else; it was their circumstances that were different. It was a concept some people just didn't understand.

He was greeted upon entering the kitchen by a smile from his mother. "Well, it's about time you two got in here. I was about to go out and get you." She closed her eyes and her smile grew slightly. "Unfortunately, I had to pack your dinner up to take with you."

Gohan was slightly confused by that last statement. "Huh? Why'd you do that?"

"You're going to Grandpa's house for a few days, sweetie." She gave a sly smile to her husband. "It's that time of the month again."

Gohan regarded the way his parents looked at each other and remembered the noises coming from the house earlier that day as realization dawned on him. Without another word, he rushed up the stairs to grab his bag that he always kept packed for such a time as this.

'Then again,' he thought to himself, 'maybe there are some things about Mom and Dad that even I'M better off not knowing.'

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