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dragonballwritingandnonsense · 4 years

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Love ur writing!!! Would u write a vegeta x reader blurb of vegeta trying to woo/flirt with reader to get their attention? :)

{Okay, so this kinda derailed from what exactly you asked for but I hope it’s still okay.}

Vegeta didn’t understand human courting. You weren’t responding to anything he was doing and it was run of the mill on his planet. For example, beating your friends in a sparring match was “overkill” according to Bulma. Of course, Yamcha has gone out of that particular fight with a several broken bones but he shouldn’t have offered to spar if he wasn’t prepared for what the Sayian could dish out. Vegeta was getting frustrated because all of his attempts of getting in your good graces was met with either indifference or you reacted outright negatively. You’d screamed instead of looking proud of him when he dropped a dinosaur’s head in front of you. It was supposed to be a gift, but it was a gift that was evidently not well received on this planet. Nappa didn’t know shit about humans, Raditz found it funny and Kakarot was about as helpful as a pile of rocks. Vegeta doubted he even knows how he got Chichi. Lord knows that Vegeta was too proud to ask any of the resident humans for romantic advice.

“What the hell?” Vegeta muttered as he walked into his room at Capsule Corp. There was a box on his bed with a note attached to it. He eyed the box suspiciously then picked up the note and opened it.

Hey Vegeta,

You’re going out for some fun tonight. No, you don’t get a choice. I picked you out an outfit so you don’t look like a total weirdo when we show up. Meet me outside at 3:00!

P.s. Before you call me and complain, (Y/N) will be there so quit your bitching.

~ Bulma.

That’s how Vegeta ended up sitting outside Bulma’s house pulling at the stupid collar of his shirt and just trying to make it comfortable in general. Bulma had picked out a black button down shirt and a pair of jeans. Nice but not overly formal. Vegeta had rolled the sleeves up to just above his elbow and was not messing with the top of the shirt. He eventually just opted to unbutton the first three buttons of the shirt to keep the collar off his neck.

“Aha! I knew that would look good on you!” Bulma chirped as she headed down the stairs, feeling very proud of herself. Vegeta rolled his eyes.

“Where are we going, woman?” He asked. Bulma just shooed him into the passenger side of the car. Vegeta grumbled something about Bulma being pushy and got in. The moment Bulma got into the driver’s seat, Vegeta started talking.

“Where’s—“

“(Y/N) is meeting us at the fair.” Bulma cut him off, seemingly knowing what he was going to ask her.

“What?” Vegeta looked utterly confused. Firstly, because he had no clue what a fair was and secondly, why you three were the only ones going. Bulma rolled her eyes.

“Oh my god. Are you really that dense?” Vegeta didn’t have time to be offended before she continued explaining. “I’m setting up a date for you two. I told (Y/N) that you wanted to see what we did for fun on this planet and they suggested that we go to the fair. Then all I had to do was make up bullshit reasons Nappa and Raditz couldn’t come with. Boom. Now it’s just you two, so if you do it right, it’s a date.”

Vegeta gaped at Bulma.

“Why are you helping me?” He asked. He’d never been particularly nice to Bulma so this couldn’t be repayment of some kind. Frankly, Vegeta couldn’t quite wrap his head around the possibility of Bulma doing this just to be nice.

“Well, lets put it this way, you’re clearly clueless on how humans flirt. I had to legitimately ask Nappa what your weird behavior was about to get that you were trying to flirt with (Y/N) and not that you were trying to scare them. It was funny for a bit but it’s kinda sad at this point, so I’m helping you just this once.” Bulma shrugged. The rest of their drive was basically Bulma explaining how humans flirt and what one normally does on a date. Vegeta didn’t bother trying to cut in and Bulma didn’t really think he was paying attention. That wasn’t true. He was listening but also trying his best to look like he didn’t care.

“We’re here! (Y/N) should be waiting for you just inside the entrance!” Bulma said cheerfully as they pulled up to the park entrance. Vegeta got out but before he could shut the door, Bulma spoke again.

“Oh, Vegeta!” He turned to look at her.

“Do not fuck this up.”

With that, Bulma waved and Vegeta shut the car door. Bulma was right. You were waiting for him just inside. Vegeta has mentally prepared for being alone with you; however, he was not prepared for you to look so. Damn. Cute. You didn’t seem bothered by his blatant staring. You just smiled, waved and walked over when you saw him come in.

“Hey, I can’t believe you actually came!” We’re the first words out of your mouth when you saw him. Vegeta was pleasantly surprised that you seem genuinely excited to see him despite the fact that he had evidently scared you in his attempts to court you.

“Well, I didn’t exactly have anything better to do.” Vegeta shrugged then immediately mentally kicked himself when he saw your smile falter a bit. It didn’t last long before you got a determined look one your face.

“Well, Mr. Grumpy Gills, I am going to show you a good time wether you like or not.” You put your hands on your hips and stuck out your tongue at him. He was going to have fun and you were going to make sure of it. Vegeta raised an eyebrow and gave an amused smirk. You had no idea how adorable you were acting right now, did you?

“Lead the way then, little human.” Vegeta gave your cheek a quick pinch as he said just to patronize you a bit. You slapped his hand away and pouted. The amused expression never left his stupid face. You lead him around the carnival doing rides and those rigged carnival games. Vegeta actually won a few of them, so you had a few stuffed animals by the end of the night. There was an incident with a ride operator who made an unsavory comment about your ass. Vegeta looked ready to kill the man and you did the first thing that came to your mind to stop him. His kissed him. Only on the cheek but it was apparently enough of a shock to let you pull him away. Both of your faces were red before you distracted yourselves with a funnel cake. You’re pretty sure the food was his favorite part but then again, who didn’t love fair food? You decided to end the night on the Ferris Wheel.

“What is the point of this thing?” Vegeta asked as you guys stopped at the top.

“It’s calming and gives a nice view from up high.” You responded. You were looking at all the carnival lights that had turned on with the sunset hours ago. Vegeta, on the other hand, was only looking at you. The lights reflecting to your eyes, your relaxed posture, and the curve of your lips as you smiled. He found himself looking at your lips and thinking about your kiss earlier. He knew that it was to distract him from punching that man’s lights out but that didn’t make it feel less nice.

“I could take you higher. Show you better view.” Vegeta said finally. You looked back at him and he had to quickly tear his eyes away from your lips as you laughed nervously.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” You asked. Vegeta chuckled.

“I won’t drop you if that’s what you’re worried about. On my pride, I swear it.” Vegeta promised.

“Okay. Sounds fun.” You were still nervous but you wanted to show him that you trusted him. You gave him a confused look when he stood.

“Come on, then.” Vegeta demanded as he held out his hand. You hesitantly took it and he pulled you to stand in the enclosed Ferris Wheel car.

“N-Now? Vegeta, were locked in. You can’t—“

“The windows aren’t.” Vegeta said and opens the window above the doors. He pulls himself out of the narrow space and hovers there. You climb up after him, grabbing onto his arms to steady yourself. Vegeta watched you intently to make sure you don’t hurt yourself. After some awkward, and frankly terrifying, shuffling, Vegeta got you into a bridal carry and flew up. He tried and failed to not snicker at you as you cling to him.

“I told you that I won’t drop you, silly human.” Vegeta chuckled.

“Well, I’m sooo sorry.” You said sarcastically, “I haven’t exactly been flying in awhile. And by awhile, I mean ever.”

“Just look down.” Vegeta said.

“Isn’t that the opposite of what you’re supposed t—“

“Look. Down.” Vegeta repeated. You relented and gasped. Not just because of how high up you were or how acutely aware you were of how close you were pressed against Vegeta. He was right. It was gorgeous from up here. You two were a comfortable silence as he flew you home. He set you down on your apartment balcony and waited for you to go in and set down your bag which still had the silly stuffed animals he’d won you. You looked at him strangely when he didn’t come in.

“That was.... actually pretty fun.” Vegeta admitted. You stepped back out onto the balcony with him. You got a proud smile on your face.

“Told you that we’d have fun.” You said. Vegeta rolled his eyes. As tempted as he was you kiss the breath from you, he didn’t feel it was the right time.

“Goodnight.” Vegeta said in possibility the softest tone you’d heard him use up to this point. He grabbed your hand and gave a quick kiss to the back of it. You didn’t even have time to say goodnight back because he was gone before you recovered from your sputtering shock.

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timelineshenanigans · 5 years

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‘ That’s not who I am anymore. ’ Gohan isn't entirely certain HOW Mirai came across a picture of him, before the Cell Games, no less. Chichi had probably taken the picture, kept it for reasons that escaped him. He was abrupt in snatching the photo out of Mirai's hand, and burning it using his ki. He watched, almost idle, as the picture went up in flames.

Marianas Trench — Phantoms Album Lyrics ~Sentence Starters~

Mirai allows a small frown to curl her lips as the picture she was holding is suddenly stolen from her grasp, finger’s twitching slightly at the now empty hold, head turning to look to the man with a curious expression.

The photo wasn’t something she went out of her way to find, it’d been a lucky find. She hadn’t even recognized the person in the picture at first because this child looked so very different from the man she knew, she’d had to turn over the picture to see Gohan’s name scrawled on the back of the picture next to a date for it to click. There was light in that child’s eyes and a real smile on his face, and it made her heart ache seeing it.

She hadn’t thought much of going to show Gohan her find, after all it was a picture of him so why shouldn’t he be able to see it. Though maybe, she thought as her eyes widened slightly as she watched the photo ignite, maybe she shouldn’t have. The fingers that’d been latched onto the old photo twitched again, before the hand fell to her side uselessly as she watched the photo be consumed by the flames. Her heart ached again as he spoke, her own expression not giving anything away other then mild surprise, yet her eyes as always were an open book. Sadness lurked in those bright blues of hers along with some sort of understanding.

“ I don’t think anyone is ever really the same person as when they were a child. “

It was a soft muse as her eyes drifted from the destroyed photo to Gohan’s own, allowing her gaze to soften slightly before looking to the side not really looking at anything in particular as a hand absentmindedly came up to rub lightly at her sternum through the fabric of her top before tilting her gaze back to give him a smile almost of reassurance, reaching out to lightly take the hand that’d burnt the photo with a feathery touch.

“ That’s not a bad thing. “

A light murmur as she dropped her gaze to his hand again, releasing it after another moment and allowing a small grin to curl her lips as she looked back to him, bright blue seeming to gleam slightly.

“ I like you as you are right now. “

#;ic #;v: older but not wiser (Adult Mirai)#;askbox response #gohanscn

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groundbreaking-science · 7 years

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1.7 - Ki Particles and Energies (part 1)

A unanimous decision was made to dedicate this section to our infinitely patient and long suffering mother, Chichi. One of the many reasons for her suffering and our endless gratitude towards her will have become abundantly clear by the end of this section.

For this and the next two sections we’re in a chicken-and-egg situation. I’m going to describe the model of ki I’ve developed, through ki particles and energies, then how natural levels of ki flux and pressure are changed (though not how to do that, that will be in the next chapter) and finally discuss the crucial background ki field and how that is utilised. However, understanding the origin of ki fully requires knowing about the background ki field, so there is no linear way to discuss this. Still, I shall try my best.

In this section I also want to take some time, since this is as good a place as any, to talk about an alien species I previously mentioned called “the Saiyans”. There were at times heated discussions over whether I should add this or not. Eventually we decided although information on them may be more of side-curiosity in this book, in a few generations the fun facts will become directly useful (I’d hope) to more and more people. That, and by exploring this tangent, whilst very exposing to some and possibly alarming to others, life will become easier for everyone in the long run.

As with any scientific theory or model, my work is a best guess. Many years ago, philosophers believed the world was at the centre of the Universe, surrounded by planets sat on singing spheres. This was as good an understanding of the Universe as any and was accepted as fact. As civilisation grew and time progressed questions were raised of this idea - if the Earth is at the centre of the Universe and the planets travel in perfect circles around them, why do the planets appear to move backwards at times in so-called retrograde motion? Surely the heavenly bodies are perfect and so must only move in circles? The philosophers adjusted their model to have planets move in circles within circles, so sometimes the planets would appear to travel back on themselves. More and more observations of the planets were taken and as measurements improved more circles had to be added until the model broke down in absurdity. A better model was invented, the idea that the Sun was at the centre of all the planets and the planets - including the Earth - moved in circles around the Sun. That was far, far simpler an explanation and had far better predictive power and so a paradigm shift, a movement from the paradigms of geocentricity to heliocentricity, took place. Small adjustments have been made to this model itself, planets orbiting in ellipses rather than circles and more, but the idea of the Sun at the centre still remains. This theory, encompassing the understanding of orbital motion, is our current best theory in this domain.

A strong theory can explain the current, known observations of a particular experiment or system. Further, the theory or model has some way of constructing a prediction in an experiment to test itself. If the theory fails modifications can be added (with circles) and further twisted (circles upon circles) until the theory breaks completely and a simpler, more predictive explanation appears. I admit now that my explanation and construction of ki particles and energies and fields is only that, a theory; a framing of the abstract in a way that makes some semblance of sense in a repeatable and predictable fashion. The Universe is a strange and wonderful place and whilst I feel I have been able to explain most parts of ki, I am positive there will be some technique invented in the future that scuppers my understanding completely. Of course I will feel some disappointment and frustration at the news of my model’s failure, though the excitement of someone using that new observation to develop a more encompassing model is far greater to me. Until that day, this is what I have, and the buoying news that the greatest natural ki-users in the Universe barely understood a word of what I was going on about anyway.

I’ve been speaking of ki as a form of energy for some time now, as a way to transfer intent and energy to use in other forms from one place to another as a kind of nebulous cloud. But in truth, for individual and varying messages to be carried, there needs to be some form of parcellation, a separation of intent into individual units - in the same way light can be divided into photons or matter into atoms. Crucially however, unlike the photons from the previous section that are in themselves packets of energy only, ki consists of both particles (essentially empty vessels) and ki energy, a substance that can encode raw energy and intent. The combination of the two in the body makes genki. This is akin to an atom acting as a vessel and carrying a varied charge, for example.

Briefly, as I will cover this in 1.9, both ki particles and ki energy are derived from the ki field, an all-permeating undercurrent in the Universe that binds the Universe together. Ki particles cannot be created or destroyed, only taken up and dissipated. Ki energy can be created from other forms of energy (derived from food for example), and also spontaneously exists as part of the ki field like a form of noise. The natural state of ki particles and energy is to exist separated in a kind of neutrality. Life however needs the two combined and ordered, the particle acting as a vessel or carrier for the ki energy that expresses intent, the intent being used to monitor bodily functions or subconsciously communicate in a social setting. When genki leaves the centre, the unnatural state of the combination makes genki inherently unstable and, without an explicit encoded intent telling the genki to persist as long as possible, the intent within the genki will degrade over time and the two eventually separate, both returning to the background field and noise.

Figure demonstrating the ki particle/ki energy model, showing how different particle flow rates can still have the same total overall energy, and how ki signatures and intents can be coded within ki energy.

The centre itself is a store of ki particles. These are taken from the field and kept at a higher density from that of the background. The particles then flow from the centre at an approximately consistent rate until depleted, although under normal circumstances the natural replenishment rate of particles in the centre prevents that depletion from occurring. As highlighted in section 1-5, the size of the centre, whilst in real space can be thought of as a point in the lower abdomen that ki radiates from, can also be modelled to have a size, a spherical shape and therefore surface that is proportional to its capacity.

There appears to be a fixed relationship governing the size/capacity of an individual’s centre, the standard flow rate of particles leaving the centre and the uptake rate of particles. That is, if no ki particles are taken up to replace those used, the centre will natural deplete itself within half an hour, no matter the lifeform. Further, the flow from the centre is not governed by a passive diffusion gradient as one would expect from a simple spherical centre with a physical surface area - the diffusion rate instead limited by the permeability of the centre’s “surface”. This keeps the average flow rate from the centre consistent until depletion and means, given a sufficiently large permeability of the surface, the entire centre could hypothetically be evacuated of particles within an instant. In other words. the centre loses particles at a fixed rate until the very last drop, and that rate can be manipulated to the point the centre could effectively explode itself.

The ability to collect particles is a natural and automatic behaviour of your centre. I’ve only been able to calculate this flow and depletion rate due to the existence of one technique known as fusion, which hinders this uptake ability. From the natural time-limit of the technique and the mandatory hour gap between fusions, I was able to calculate that the uptake-rate of ki particles is one-and-a-half times that of natural depletion. The full restoration of ki particles to the centre therefore takes an hour.

As the ki particles leave the centre they are assigned a ki energy. The body converts a proportion of food energy to ki energy to then create genki. The energy sits on the centre “surface”, in trulth at that central point, and each particle is assigned a fixed (with some small variance) amount of ki energy on passing through. Ss ki energy nears depletion, this amount of ki per particle may drop as the body struggles to scrape together enough ki energy or food energy to convert to keep up. This sputtering of genki therefore is a huge warning flag that someone is about to run out of steam completely.

Each parcel of genki contains the individual’s ki signature and could be imbued with intent or not, active or passive. Regardless of the intent, each parcel contains (roughly) the same amount of overall energy. How is that possible?

Think of ki energy as string of letters (like a DNA code). Each letter is a piece of energy by itself, but the exact order of the letters has the capacity to carry a message or not. As the energy is parcelled up and assigned to the particle, at a minimum some particular letters will be ordered and strung all the way through as a repeating pattern. This is the ki signature. The ki signature acts like a password for the rest of the body to understand that this ki energy is safe, and the rest of the message the genki is carrying, the intent, should be acted upon.

One may conclude then that the greater the amount of ki energy assigned to a particle, the more complicated an intent can be. This is true, the most complicated techniques do require a higher ki energy per particle and not just a huge total energy to construct. We also know that the more complicated the intent i.e. the longer the instruction, the faster the message degrades. This says to me that these complicated messages take many more bits or “letters” of ki energy to encode, and those are more susceptible to random swapping of letters than shorter messages. Intents are, like the ki signature, repeated throughout the ki energy where possible to maintain integrity and thus survive for longer.

When the ki reaches its destination the energy encoded within the message and ki signature itself can be converted into other forms of energy again - light, kinetic, you name it. The manner of conversion is also governed by the intent.

Why does ki need two components in this fashion, with the concept of an empty vessel to fill? Why not have the ki parcellating itself, much like photons from the previous section do?

The centre itself cannot be detected by anyone other than its owner. Combined ki particles and energy drag on the ki field and those particular vibrations are picked up through ki-sense. If ki existed as one entity this drag would always be present and thus always detectable. I could then directly detect how much energy an opponent had left, rather than be limited to their moment-by-moment output of ki energy as I am now. In reality, when I sense my centre I am combining both what I can only describe as a sensation of “weight”, a measure of the potential ki energy sitting on the centre surface, and a sensation of “wrongness” indicating how empty my typically full centre is. Both of these sensations do not impact on the ki field and thus cannot be sensed by others.

Further, I can suppress my energy level to zero by preventing any particles leaving my centre to pick up ki energy. Both those sensations of weight and wrongness do not change for me in this case (the wrongness marginally easing as the ki particles replenish), however anyone else attempting to sense me would not detect any ki. If ki existed as one entity, there would be no difference within and without the centre, this ki would be detectable to everyone and I would not be able to hide it. There needs to be some difference within and without the centre for this to happen, therefore this separation.

This two-part nature is also reinforced by the two ways one can get tired as a heavy ki-user. The first we’re all familiar with - when the amount of ki energy to be assigned to ki particles has been depleted, there is complete exhaustion. Without nutrition to begin the process of putting ki back onto the centre surface or using donated passive genki, the user risks death. As returning from this state requires refuelling, this is a difficult position to bounce back from in battle, and is the most familiar way to get exhausted. The less common way is a complete exhaustion of ki particles - as the centre surface’s permeability can be changed and despite the replenishment rate the centre can reach zero. This is far easier to recover from with just rest in battle, and then more careful management of the use of ki thereafter to build up the centre again.

If there were only ki packets with a fixed energy, users would only experience the first type of exhaustion and would not be able to recover from just a short rest.

If there was no separation, then one would believe ki packets to be same size for everyone (or even just within a person) or fixed to the length of the intent, and an increase in power level would be an increase the number of energy packets. This is not true. Even within a person one can vary the number of ki particles leaving the centre and the amount of energy per ki particle being assigned (the latter being subconsciously possible even for non-ki-users through emotional changes). These two different types of changes mean a two-fold increase in power level through one method can be far more draining and dangerous than a fifty-fold increase using a different method. Without this separation, this difference in side effect becomes difficult to explain. Augmenting particle and energy outputs and how that reflects the power level, ki pressure and flux is discussed in the next section, as well as the different “notches” these increases have - not just a linear increase in effort is needed to achieve increases in power levels.

I hesitate to give the fundamental nature of ki a full mathematical treatment beyond mere analogy. Whilst I do believe ki requires a fifth fundamental force to explain, for me to attempt to construct one would be doing a great disservice to The Standard Model of physics as it stands - even if received wisdom is routinely ignored by Auntie Bulma’s engineering projects. That, and, as multi-disciplinary as my research is, I am not a theoretical physicist so wouldn’t dare embarrass myself in this fashion. Still, I believe my model is a fair analogy, and as ki seems to embody energy and interact with other forms, it stands to reason ki must fit snuggly into a future version of The Standard Model.

In keeping with this, we know matter can be transformed into photons - the very famous E=mc2 mass-energy equivalence (total energy is the rest mass times the speed of light squared) governing how this conversion occurs. Ki can do the same, converting into both photons and matter. Intent can therefore be effectively solidified into matter that appears lifelike. Ki can even rearrange and reconstruct matter in some cases, using particular transformations and techniques that would otherwise appear to break our current understanding of energy conservation. Even the concept of teleportation, which without ki is limited to making copies of small objects rather than transferring the matter itself, is made much more palatable with ki. Ki-based teleportation instead deconstructs matter into intent and the intent moves instantaneously through the ki field, providing an exact reconstruction of a person at the destination without halting their consciousness. This solves the ethical issue of whether a teleported “reconstruction” of a person truly is the same person; it is if using ki, as the full intent, the entire being of the person, has been transferred and the body’s state reconstructed completely.

A note - ki does not explain every physics-breaking happenstance in the Universe. There is of course still magic, yet another mysterious force of nature that I dare not touch given the sheer lack of apparent underlying ruleset. This is not something I say lightly. I have thought extensively about the magic I have been exposed to and even had performed on me, but I am not a magic user and I’ve had to come to terms with my ineptitude in this field. I hope one day magic users will be as forthcoming in explaining their craft as we are attempting to be with ki - when that day comes I’ll be first to buy the book. There are magic techniques that manipulate ki as a consequence without the user being an explicit ki-user, the art of transformation taught at the Shapeshifting Academies for example. But there aren’t many techniques that can use ki to consequently cause magic to occur (the fusion dance being one). This may indicate some form of hierarchy between the two, but I cannot be certain.

The total genki requirement of a body is dependent on a number of factors - size, level of forward planning required and physical exertion to name a few. Using genki for more than just carrying intent is a natural ability for other species in the Universe; some xeno-animals fly purely through ki-use for example. Earthlings, whilst highly emotional and sensitive to ki due to high socialisation and therefore possess great potential, naturally have a very low power level due to lack of use otherwise. At the other extreme, some lifeforms in the Universe have been using ki-skills for so long the ability to use ki becomes an evolutionary pressure in itself.

Evolutionary pressures can yield some wonderful results. In the animal kingdom on Earth the ability to eat the highest and therefore less sought after leaves on trees meant the giraffe never went hungry. The giraffes with the longest necks were more likely to survive and reproduce, driving the length of the next generation of necks upwards at the cost of other luxuries (the ability to maintain dignity when drinking from a watering hole, for example). I am thinking of one particular case of evolutionary competition driving ki-energy levels upwards in a species.

In a previous section I explained how ki is taught within different cultures and mentioned the warrior race of Saiyans. They’d teach that ki was to be used to dominate other species and as a show of strength. As ki can be used to great effect in battle and the use of ki amongst those tempestuous Saiyans was widespread enough, those without the ability to manipulate ki were wiped out. Further, those individuals with a natural higher energy per particle, and thus more energy immediately available to use in battle, were favoured for survival. I’ve briefly mentioned that amplification of genki requires a calm mind and introspection. Saiyans are not predisposed to self-reflection by any means. Between most Saiyans then, the highest unmodified genki would win a fight. And thus the Saiyans inadvertently created an evolutionary pressure on themselves, making future generations into the giraffe equivalent of ki-users, the absurdly high natural ki both a blessing in battle and a curse to maintain.

However, think on this. A Saiyan’s genki may dwarf many other species’ in the Universe, though thankfully they cannot harness it as an Earthling would. But imagine their potential should they learn to amplify their strength like an Earthling? Wouldn’t that be something terrifyingly entertaining to witness? Hm.

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cressasdbfanfics · 7 years

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His Worst Fear

Here is part I of a requested 4-chapter fic I just finished. Story will get updated every Tuesday.

Blurb: Goku Black discovers how rage affects a Saiyan's power and works to push Son Goku to his limit, making Goku's worst nightmare reality.

Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12453430/1/His-Worst-Fear

Archive of Our Own: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10665318/chapters/23605779

Part I:

Motivations

The seven Super Dragon Balls belonging to an alternate timeline floated in the emptiness of space before me. The time had come to summon the mightiest of the Eternal Dragons.

I chanted in the sacred language of the Kai, "Come forth, Dragon of the Gods, and grant my wish pretty peas!"

In a great flash of light, the Eternal Dragon of the gods took form.

Also using our tongue, he demanded, "State your wish."

I smiled. "Please exchange Son Goku's body with mine!"

A brilliant light consumed me, warmth spreading through from my head to my extremeties, and then faded soon after, the warmth disappearing as well. When the light faded, hair black as night dropped into my eyes.

"It is done."

I touched my new face, tracing the strong, angular features and brushing my raven-black bangs out of my eyes. I smiled, delighting in the sheer power coursing through my veins.

The next step was to ensure the wish could never be undone.

I closed my eyes, focusing on the energy I sought and opened them a moment later under a bright, warm sun, the smells of the lovely green grass and of a nearby forest flooding my sensitive nose.

It was beautiful – or would be once cleansed of all humanity.

"G-Goku!? Is that… really you!? Why did this happen!?"

I winced at the female human's screechy voice, resisting the urge to clap my hands over my ears, learning my eyesight and olfaction weren't the only senses more acute in my new body.

"I don't know! But it's me, Chichi! I swear! It's me!"

I walked toward them. "You are now only Goku in heart to be exact."

It was… a little bit odd to see myself staring at me, the awareness of a mortal looking out through my eyes, but I shoved the thought aside. I held my hand out in front of me, enveloping it in energy and he grabbed his mate and the small human that bore quite a resemblance to my new body and pulled them both behind him, his eyes wide.

He didn't stand a chance against me. I knew that body's capabilities – I was strong for a Kai, but that was only a fraction compared to my new power – and he was aware of that fact.

I lunged and – amazed by my newfound speed – shoved my hand straight through him, his death near instant, life leaving his wide eyes, and he fell limp to the ground as the female human screamed his name.

Smirking, I lifted my gaze to his mate and child. She grabbed the small human and ran. I lunged for them. She tried to shield him and I almost laughed at her futile attempt as I annihilated them, leaving nothing left.

I left that world, that timeline, to its fate – knowing there would be no one to defend it against the wrath of the God of Destruction when he chose to show – and demanded the Time Ring take me to an alternate timeline. One I intended to cleanse.

The one I chose to enact my plan would be the easiest to purge for the simple reason that entities from many years back destroyed many humans already. The signs of the destruction around the globe present in abandoned villages with crumbling buildings and overgrown with weeds and the mass burial plots scattered around the land all indicated by single large headstones adorned with only numbers denoting the humans buried under it and several small shrines.

Continuing my lap around the Earth, it truly was a beautiful planet. Pristine forest, majestic mountain ranges, and green, rolling hills covered in patches of vibrant wildflowers gave way to the deep blue ocean, the pleasant, briny smell reaching my sensitive nose. If left in the care of man, the planet would surely die – one of many reasons my path was righteous.

After admiring nature untainted by the filth of humans, I began my mission. Razing each city went smoothly. The humans quickly began to fight back, but their feeble weaponry was no match for my vast power.

Several cities in, I met a slight hiccup in my plan. A small energy blast took me by surprise, striking my chest and exploding. When the air cleared, a lavender-haired human stood before me.

He took a confident step toward me. "Odd. You look just like someone I've heard many stories about and yet–" he glanced at the pile of rubble around him "–you couldn't be him. He'd never do this."

I smirked. "Ah! So you know of me. I am Son Goku."

He returned my smirk. "I don't buy that for a second."

In an explosion of brilliant golden energy, he lunged at me with unexpected, amazing speed and managed to land a right hook, bruising my cheekbone but I was ready for his follow-through – his right elbow aimed for my nose – and knocked his elbow wide with little effort, creating an opening, countering with my own attack – a jab to his face – which connected, sending him flying but he recovered. He charged me, his blows flying fast enough that his speed would have been challenging in my old body but not in my new one. His was a speed unattainable by humans.

I dodged, blocked, and countered each of the Saiyan's blows with ease. He was frustrated, but I was bored by our skirmish. I had work to do. I sent him smashing into a building with a hard blow to his stomach – feeling his ribs give way under the hit – and then fired a blast to finish him off.

Who was he to stand up to a deity? It was no matter. He merely met his fate a few moments sooner than the rest of the humans in that city.

Destroying that city was as easy as the rest and I moved on. It became clear to me that each city was no different, all wretched places full of yelling, bad-tempered mortals undeserving of the gift of life. With each city, my plan was more and more justified. I had a lot of work ahead of me but someone had to do it since it was clear the other Kais had no interest in righting their mistake.

On the longer flights between distant cities, my mind wandered back to one particular fight, recalling the power he used, the thrill of trading blows. He was the first mortal to display any kind of power. I almost regretted killing him.

My arms crossed, my flight halted a distance above a smattering of sparsely populated tropical islands and the blue-green water that surrounded them. His life was every bit as meaningless, even displaying a familiar dose of arrogance tied to his heritage. Mortals of any breed were all the same in their barbaric tendencies. Mortals with the power to stand up to deities deserved death more than any other.

I shook myself of my preposterous regret and continued toward a new target. Cities first. Then time to annihilate those with the mistaken assumption they were safe in their small, remote towns.

City after city met their ends, the thick black smoke billowing high into the atmosphere. With the first cities I destroyed still burning, smoke soon blanketed much of the region. Unsightly as it was, it was necessary. The burning wouldn't last forever. Once that ceased, the planet would heal and my utopia would finally come to fruition.

While performing my self-assigned task, one thought sat in the back of my mind, ever-present: the fight.

A few lunar cycles had gone by before I made a startling yet delightful discovery: He was alive and he challenged me again and again. Each time, my victory was effortless. That mortal wasn't Son Goku. He didn't possess the power of the gods. He was no match for me. Yet – surprising myself – I anticipated our matches.

Over time, I observed a shift in his behavior. The fights were less and less about defeating me and more and more about trying to draw me away from something. He carefully masked his energy with every defeat, disappearing into the rubble. With the acrid stench of fire burning everything around, his smell was overpowered. I couldn't sense him. My eyes lost him as he slipped – wounded – into the shadows.

I snarled softly in irritation as I landed. A flash of movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention and my head snapped around. A flicker of a shadow. The quiet sound of a latch engaging – almost drowned out by the crackling of nearby fire.

Walking toward the sound, it didn't take long to find a recessed door well disguised by rubble.

I had him.

Probing within with my senses, I found him. His power masked but detectable by his close proximity. Then, another life-force caught my attention, that one unmistakably human.

I blew in the door and a large section of the wall with a blast and darted inside through the smoke, catching the two hidden within by surprise. Dazed as they were, there was nothing they could do to stop me. I pulled the female mortal up out of the rubble covering the floor by her collar.

Trunks settled into a ready stance, his power rising. "Mother!"

The blue-haired mortal shook her head. "No, Trunks! Go! Find hope! I love you!"

'Find hope?'

Odd last words.

No matter.

Smirking down at the mortal named Trunks, a mere fraction of my strength crackled down my arm, and I released it, vaporizing the woman in seconds and destroyed the last remnants of their hiding place.

Trunks slipped away from me in the fire and smoke – no doubt masking his energy. Wisps of energy flowed out of me, snaking into every crevice. With my eyes closed, I detected a small but bright spark of human life. It blazed like the sun in the barren wasteland I created.

It wasn't Trunks', but it would do. I had sensed that particular energy with him before. Wherever I found that bit of human energy, Trunks was never far away. Lifting into the air, I flew the few hundred yards to that energy and stopped. He was in the shadows with the dark haired girl I had seen him with before.

She darted out in the open from her hiding place and sought cover behind a large chunk of rubble. She fired her weak weapon again and again, the tiny projectiles streaking toward me all too easy to dodge, her face twisted into an unsightly expression of irritation – irritation that quickly turned to fear when I fired on her. She had no hope of dodging my blast and she was well aware.

The impressive explosion engulfed her and her lifeless body soared through the air several yards before landing with a thud, her energy extinguished.

She was dead.

I smirked down at Trunks bent over her body, shaking.

"You'll be with the girl soon. Humans deserve death. In death, they will finally atone for their sins and so will you. Today is the day you die!"

Trunks threw his head back and screamed in rage. He kicked into the air straight for me in a blast of energy, the familiar golden aura engulfing him, his face contorted in an ugly display of pain and fury, his power climbing at a rate faster than ever, and then higher than ever, his speed incredible. For the first time in a long time, he managed to land a blow straight to my solar plexus and I flew back.

My stunned lungs refused to work – refused to follow the subconscious reflex of their kind to breathe, my heart pounding in my chest. Seconds later, breathing returned, and I countered, delighting in his newfound power and in the little burst of energy I gained as my body recovered from that blow.

He got lucky. My speed remained unmatched and I countered, landing my own fist in his stomach, feeling as well as hearing several ribs crack under the pressure. Power surge or not, he wouldn't live to see another day. His death was imminent.

I wouldn't let him go right then. Relief in death was far more than that arrogant mortal deserved. I needed him to suffer – to break him – and then I would let him die.

Slamming punch after punch into his gut, his power dropped, the aura dissipating. His hair fell back into his normal shade of lavender. He was barely conscious. One more blast would be enough to finish him.

No more Trunks meant no more fights.

The blast charged in my hand, I hesitated a second too long because he had just enough energy to fire one last blast in my face, sending me careening away.

I recovered in the air and landed, blinking away the floaters obstructing my sight.

He was gone. I knew it before I got there. His energy was gone but there was no body. He was alive and he slipped away yet again.

I sought to finish him off, trying to find him but failed even with my senses as sharp as they were. He was alive. I hadn't killed him. It would take more than that to finish him. I concentrated, trying to find him but to no avail. Then, the noise of roaring engines from behind me and I spun around to see a craft piloted by the purple-haired mortal rising into the blackened sky.

I fired a blast at the craft hovering low in the air but in a flash of light, it vanished. I glared at the spot and did a sweep with my senses again but he was well and truly gone. There was no trace of his energy. He wasn't merely masking his energy in hiding. He wasn't on the planet at all.

A pulsating light on my hand caught my attention. The Time Ring. That pulsating became a single thin beam connecting me to the spot he vanished in. He wasn't just running. The ring behaved like he ran to a different time, reacting to the unnatural disturbance his time-traveling craft created.

A thunder-like crackle and a rip in the sky appeared before me, the thin beam of light disappearing into the center.

Letting my ring guide me straight to him, I was pulled into the tear. When I opened my eyes, I looked out over the familiar dome shaped buildings from where I hovered high in the air, those iterations unharmed. No matter. I could fix that.

I noted the presence of my counterpart, Vegeta, and the God of Destruction with his attendant, but decided I would deal with them later.

The purple-haired pest was first.

He flew up to me, glaring. "Black! What are you doing here!?"

"I came here the same way you did, through the same tear in time. I'm here because of you. I'm here because you called me here – however inadvertently."

Trunks summoned his power with a yell and attacked, but in his weakened state, he did not pose much of a challenge and I knocked him down with a swift blow to his stomach.

My counterpart was next. As our fight progressed, we revealed more and more of our power to one another – until his power went to a level that outmatched Trunks'.

His Super Saiyan transformation offered a tremendous boost of speed and strength. For the first time since taking Son Goku's body as my own, I met my match. I strived for victory, pushing myself to the limits of my formidable power but to no avail. The growing frustration of realizing he was stronger than me.

Then the growing thrill.

I shook myself of that thought, struggling to hold my eventual, inevitable defeat at bay.

That was ridiculous. Mortals were never supposed to be stronger than deities. Yet, Son Goku was. I should have been disgusted. Some part of me was. Another part of me… the dominant part of me was… electrified.

In our fight, I felt more alive, more thrilled than I have at any other time of my life. Killing Son Goku with my own hands would have been a great step toward my ultimate goal of utopia. Fighting Son Goku was the ultimate test of my strength.

I blocked Goku's kick but my whole body was yanked backwards and out of range, giving me no chance to retaliate. I glanced behind me, our fight halting. The tear in time created by Trunks was mending itself and required me to return to my world. I didn't have a choice. His defeat would have to wait for another day.

Trunks and Son Goku stared in shock at a point on the ground. The time travelling craft was on its side, narrowly missed by a blast. I destroyed it and then was yanked into the tear.

When the rip in time deposited me in the atmosphere of my world, I dropped out of the sky and landed on my feet, loose gravel crunching under my shoes. My heart was pounding but not from exertion. I was… elated. In that elation was a drive to push myself to new heights. In my counterpart, I found my challenge, anticipating our next match and his defeat.

Leveling other human population hubs upon my return accomplished my two goals at first, but very soon grew insufficient for the more intense training my body craved.

With a yell, I summoned my power in the middle of the smoking rubble of another destroyed city, blowing it away completely as my massive power exploded around me, blowing out a massive crater. My energy crackled around me and through every inch of my being – formidable but not enough to defeat Son Goku.

I shifted through martial arts forms I observed him using, the movements suiting my body perfectly and melded them into my own forms learned through my extensive training on the sacred world of the Kais. I delighted in my progress – in the increase in my power in just that brief time.

"Black."

Snarling at the interruption, I whirled on him.

Zamasu raised an eyebrow. "Stay focused on the objective, Black. Stay focused on bringing justice to the world."

"I am focused!"

He shook his head. "You've been slacking. I've been observing you from afar. You've been back in this time two full days and have only destroyed a few cities."

"Destroying Son Goku will bring justice to the world!"

"You are correct. But you mustn't forget about the rest of the vermin. I observed Trunks leave on a craft and that your Time Ring reacted to that craft's whereabouts. That was a time-traveling craft then, was it not?"

I nodded once. "It was but I destroyed it while in the past moments before the tear in time repaired itself."

He raised an eyebrow. "Saiyans are a stubborn, battle hungry lot, never backing down from a challenge. They will find a way to return. Until he arrives here, focus on ridding this time of those blasphemous pests."

My eyebrow twitched and I crossed my arms, recalling the interruption of my training. "Fine. I'll destroy cities until Son Goku arrives at our time. But I wont move until you spar with me."

Zamasu's lip curled in mild disgust. "Careful, Black. You're behaving no better than those mortals. And remember, Son Goku is mine to destroy when it comes time to." He sighed, his expression relaxing. "But fine. I will fight you."

After staring in equal portions disgust and ravenous hunger at the mountain of food covering the entire table and my own very full plate for several moments, I ate almost everything in sight, silencing my roaring stomach. I had to admit, the food was quite delicious. Food prepared by a fellow deity was far and away superior to anything I had consumed thus far.

Several plates later, I was uncomfortably full, having eaten a great deal more than I ever had in that form, every serving dish on our overcrowded table wiped clean. I anticipated having that body's vast reservoir of power at my disposal. I was unprepared for the amount of sustenance that power required – the amount only increasing proportional to my energy output.

Zamasu took my last plate from me, his small smile amused. "My, aren't you quite the gluttonous mortal."

Despite his comment being in jest, I narrowed my eyes at him in warning.

His smile only grew.

After eating, an itch to train gnawed at the back of my mind. I stood up from my seat at our outdoor dining table, vaulted over the deck railing of our cabin over looking the forest, and floated in the cool early morning air, drifting backwards. Once a good distance, I summoned my power and released my newly acquired transformation, and – engulfed by my beautiful rose pink aura – worked through several forms, melding Son Goku's style with my own.

After clearing the table, Zamasu stood on the deck, observing me in silence.

I stuck my hand out toward him, palm up, and twitched my fingers in a brief gesture to join me. He obliged and gave me the fight I needed to sate my newly awakened thirst for battle. Fighting Zamasu held the worst of the yearning at bay, but not all of it, for my ultimate prize would be the defeat of Son Goku by my hands.

Whenever he decided to come to me, I would end him.

I occupied my time destroying cities, but it was hardly satisfying since my thirst for intense battle had been awakened.

I charged a large blast, leveling most of a sprawling, ugly metropolis in one fell swoop when I sensed a surge of energy off in the distance.

It had been only a couple days' time. Not a long wait by any means. It was time to test my new transformation against Son Goku.

However, Vegeta was the first to engage me in battle, rage burning in his eyes because I had killed the future incarnation of his wife and critically injured his son. I warned him to learn his place as a lowly mortal. In his refusal, he earned himself impaled by my mighty Split Cut technique. Despite the fact he wielded the power of the gods, he was all too easily defeated and left for dead.

As Vegeta fell from the sky, Son Goku charged me after nodding at Trunks to tend to Vegeta.

Even Son Goku's own usage of the ki of the gods proved inferior to the might of my recently attained Super Saiyan transformation. Not even the combined efforts of Son Goku and Trunks were a challenge. All three met their defeats by my hand and fled to their time.

It was only the next day when an energy surged in the distance and a great pillar of light shot into the smoke-darkened sky – a brief but obvious signal. Son Goku, Vegeta, and Future Trunks had returned.

Moments later, I touched down on the roof of a crumbling tower, smirking down at them.

Vegeta charged me as his power exploded into Super Saiyan Blue, rage burning in his eyes yet again. "I WILL KILL YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME!"

He was knocked down again and I laughed. "Bruised your pride, have I?"

He roared, firing blast after blast, using the explosions as cover to get in close, but I gave him no openings, knocking him out to the ground once again with a blow to his stomach – one so hard his power fluctuated, nearly losing control of his transformation.

Son Goku and Trunks rushed to his assistance but I would not give them that chance. It was time I finished off Vegeta.

Using one of Son Goku's choice techniques, I landed on a high rooftop and settled into a stance. I cupped my hands together at my side until a brilliant, warm light bathed the area, and Zamasu descended from the clouds, making quite the entrance for the sake of the mortals. I allowed the energy to slip away harmlessly as he joined me on my lofty perch.

Son Goku glared up at us. "Zamasu!"

Zamasu smiled down at them. "Yes. It is I. I will bring you to your ultimate destruction."

Son Goku's glare gave way to a cocky smile. "You can try." His expression darkened again. "Before we get started, there is something I want to know. Tell me… how did you get my body?"

I smiled. "A wish on the Dragon Balls of the gods."

He raised an eyebrow. "You made a copy of me?"

I laughed. "No." I put my hand to my chest. "This is the real Son Goku. It's your body, but the soul that resides within this body is that of Zamasu."

Son Goku crossed his arms. "Clearly, you made a wish to have my body. How?"

I gritted my teeth at his insolent tone, but gave him the answer he desired. "In another time, I wished for my body and yours to be switched."

"Why?"

I let out a bitter, humorless laugh. "Don't you see, Son Goku? I was the one that shamefully lost to you, a mere mortal. I needed more power so I abandoned my old body for yours and the power you possess." I prepared to blast into the air. "Now, prepare to pay for your insolence, mortal!"

A brief touch on my arm stopped me.

I glanced at Zamasu and he shook his head.

Son Goku's frown deepened. "Then… what happened to the me in that time after you stole my body?"

I cracked a smile and held out my left hand. "I killed you with this very hand."

He uncrossed his arms and clenched his fists at his sides. "What time are you from, Zamasu? And Lord Beerus killed you. I saw it. So why aren't you dead?"

Zamasu placed a hand on his chest. "I am of this time. Trunks' time. Or what you call the Future. I arrived here after Black came to me and killed Gowasu. Before coming here, we destroyed every single one of the Kais – including Gowasu of Black's time – to make them pay for their folly and to assume the role of Supreme Kai for ourselves. All of this is made possible by our Time Rings – which prevent us from being affected by anything done to other iterations. All of this is necessary to bring about our paradise."

I nodded to my counterpart. "Shall we, Zamasu?"

He sneered. "Certainly."

With that, we each charged large blasts and launched them at the mortals, beginning the fight. Goku charged, engaging Zamasu with a pointblank energy blast, his head badly damaged. I was unconcerned. Zamasu's immortality meant he healed in moments, Son Goku snarling in frustration.

He'd pay dearly for his attempt to kill a deity. Using one of his techniques, I translocated behind him, catching him by complete surprise, flipping up kicking him down, and he landed hard by his friends.

Vegeta glared up at us, shifting a foot forward, ready to fight. "What paradise is that?"

Zamasu smiled down at him. "One without mortals. None deserve the beautiful gift of life we have bestowed. They're all the same – barbaric, and evil. But none are as awful as humans. Humans must face a heavy penalty before they are driven to extinction. We brought about despair and fear the likes of which they have never experienced. They will never be able to rise again."

I grinned. "The Zero Mortals Plan."

Vegeta smiled humorlessly. "What a dramatic name. All you want to do is massacre mortals."

I nodded. "Yes. And we've killed countless thousands on this world alone – not to mention the others."

The sound of a foot shifting against the roofing and Zamasu said, "And now it's time to erase humanity for breaking the taboo of time travel and the unending violence in wars and in the streets."

The three of them explode into their mightiest transformations with angry roars, charging us as one, resulting in a chaotic exchange of hits from fists, feet, knees, and elbows as the three of them strived to defeat us, but at every turn, they were out-matched, out-paced, and easily overpowered but still we toyed with them.

Toying with them, my mind began to drift, pulling up images of Trunks in his rage when I nearly killed that girl and killed his mother.

Vegeta's anger when I took his ego down to where it belonged…

Their horrified yet angry expressions as Zamasu and I divulged our dream…

Their determination to prevent the inevitable demise of the last humans hidden on that world – determination that was driven by a misguided fury…

Fury.

That dreadful emotion was the root of all of it – one that drove humans to commit unspeakable atrocities against one another.

One that I would use to my advantage.

Firing a great blast on Son Goku, he crossed his arms in front of his face, shielding himself from it, the blast shoving him back in increments of movement. Sending him toward a ruined building and his back met it, his slow backwards movement ceasing and in a last push, he shoved the blast up and out of harm's way.

I gave him no time to move, planting myself inches away from him.

"Aren't you wondering what happened to your family after I took your body and killed you?"

His glare met my smirk, his voice low and hissing between his clenched teeth. "What… did you do… to Chichi and Goten?"

I laughed. "Isn't it obvious?" Charging up my energy blade, I drove it straight through him, pulling a scream out of him, his power fluctuating, his head bowed, and then, leaning in, I whispered directly into his ear, "I killed them as effortlessly as I killed you in my old body. And I'd do it again."

His head snapped up, his teeth bared, his power stabilizing and then growing – even with my blade protruding out his back. His aura flaring up around him, he reached down, and broke the blade as easily as one would snap a twig before throwing his head back in an agonized, furious roar, his power skyrocketing out of control, then moving with alarming speed, landed an uppercut with more power behind it than he had ever used, sending me flying. Despite the gaping wound through his side, his power was stunning, driven to new heights by his fury.

I had my fight, my worthy opponent unleashing his fury in a blitz of powerful hits, and for the first time since attaining my own Super Saiyan transformation… I hurt. And I loved it.

He seemed to find some enjoyment in causing my pain, his eyes hard and cold. Gone was the calm confidence he displayed earlier. In its place was blood-thirst – intense, unadulterated blood-thirst.

He loathed me, channeling that hatred into every single one of his strong hits. Hits that came too fast for me to successfully block – the pain worsening. A fist was driven into my gut with so much force my breath whooshed out, my stunned diaphragm unable to pull air into my lungs, his attack not over yet as fists drove into my back while I was doubled over in the air, sending me crashing to the ground.

Pain that would only push my own power to new heights and it was already working.

He dropped down to stand over me, his face still twisted into a foul display of bloodthirsty loathing, static sparks crackling around him, the first hints of the blast he charged, moments before the familiar glow started down his outstretched hand, the energy gathering into a bright sphere, and then he released it but I was ready, melding my own energy into a protective shield. With his close proximity, the contact – and resulting explosion – was instantaneous.

Despite the smoke hanging stagnant in the air and obstructing my sight, his energy remained hovering before me with his guard down, and I fired a quick blast, delighting in the explosion and pained yell as his energy dropped. I seized the opportunity to charge him, driving my fist straight into his wound and he screamed again as he careened away but I would not let him go, using Instant Transmission to place myself directly above him, flipping down to slam both feet into his stomach, his energy falling.

His momentum forced him through many buildings, and well out of sight – and even just out of sensing range, his energy so low I had a vague sense of life but could not pinpoint his location.

His death was imminent – if I could but find him.

Zamasu joined me in the air – evidently having finished off the others. "Killed him, did you?"

I glanced at him. "Almost." I closed my eyes, extending out tendrils of energy, searching every last nook and cranny in every direction, my complete concentration making my senses far sharper, sharp enough to – "Ah! There he is! Seems you didn't kill the others, either." With that, I touched two fingers to my forehead, grabbed Zamasu's shoulder, and appeared right next to the Time Machine hovering in the air somehow well behind where I had just been.

We couldn't use the Time Rings to get to Son Goku's time. However, there was one other way. The three weak and unconscious energies inside were none the wiser to their stowaways each gripping a leg of the time travelling craft.

While the time machine hovered low in the air a moment, Zamasu and I released our holds and dropped, touching down on the clean grounds of the Capsule Corporation.

A quick sweep of my senses alerted me to a short man with short black hair staring at us, shocked. His energy was inconsequential. Zamasu would take care of him.

I only had minutes in Son Goku's time.

Knowing exactly where he lived, I extended my senses, finding the familiar, weak energies of his mate and youngest child.

I touched two fingers to my forehead and found myself in a small kitchen. A petite woman in a sunshine yellow dress worked at the sink, her back to me.

She turned around, her smile falling into a look of confusion as she eyed me up and down. "Goku…?"

I smiled slyly. "Yes."

She pressed herself into the counter behind her, a suspicious frown on her face.

I took a step toward her and her eyes darted first to one side and then the other, looking for an escape route.

She picked one and darted to my left, but I grabbed her arm and the blood drained from her face.

Light footsteps came into the room and she gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head. I already knew who it was.

I turned and smiled down at the small mortal, his eyebrow raised in a look of vague confusion.

His confusion darkened into a slight frown. "Dad…?"

I shook my head, chuckling slightly. "No, young son of Goku. I am Goku, however I'm not your dear father anymore than I am her husband."

Chichi shuddered in my grip and tried to pull herself free, but I tightened my grasp on her arm and she sucked in a breath.

His frown deepened as he reached toward the little black-haired woman. "Hey… you're hurting her! Why are you hurting her?"

My smile widened. "Oh, I intend to do a lot more than hurt her."

Focused on the little boy, I didn't see the hard kick she aimed at my shin. It actually stung enough to nearly make me drop her arm. I was surprised a weak human woman was capable of such strength.

My eyes narrowed as I turned my attention to her and tightened my hold further, stopping just short of causing damage to the bone. "One more move like that and I'll shatter your arm easier than one would crush an autumn leaf."

Tears sprang to her eyes, her face contorted in pain and fear, her breathing shallow and fast.

Goten's energy exploded as he charged me and landed a surprisingly strong right hook on my cheek, making my head snap to one side. "I don't know who you are, but let go of my mom!"

His powerless mother screamed, "GOTEN! NO! DON'T!"

I twisted to the side, charged my Split Cut technique and struck out intending to impale him but he dodged it… partially. The crackling energy blade sank deep into his side. His energy dropped as he screamed, his hair fading to black and falling to its original shape. His small body hit the floor facedown with a thud.

The woman went hysterical, kicking out, screaming in anguish and anger, punching, fighting harder than ever before with a strength I didn't know she possessed.

I smiled down at her as she fought to get free. "Time to summon Son Goku."

Leveling his home sufficed. I dropped her – allowing her to scramble to the bleeding child – and reduced their small home to a smoking crater as she made it outside with the small, limp boy.

It was time to force Son Goku to the pinnacle of his power.

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1. Favorite anime? Well, having watched as many animes as I’ve had, I have to say that One Piece, Yu Yu Hakusho, Kyo Kara Maoh!, Ancient Magus Bride, and Seirei no Moribito, are my all time favorites. I highly recommend them! 2. Your worst anime? Ugh, well Bleach and Naruto for sure. I used to like Naruto, but honestly I hated how they ended it and now feel nothing but hatred for the series.

3. Do you read the manga that goes along with the anime you watch? Actually, I usually read the manga first, but yeah!

4. Most favorite genre? Hmm, honestly I watch whatever I’m currently in the mood for. Though if I had to pick one it would probably adventure/comedy.

5. Least favorite genres? I hate harem animes that are nothing but fan service.

6. Favorite character/s? Monkey D. Luffy (One Piece), Portgas D. Ace (One Piece), Yusuke Urameshi (Yu Yu Hakusho), Kazuma Kuwabara (Yu Yu Hakusho), Okumura Rin (Blue Exorcist), Conrad (Kyo Kara Maoh!), Yuri (Kyo Kara Maoh!), Robin (One Piece), Vegeta (DBZ), Piccolo (DBZ), and probably a few others.

7. Least favorite character/s? Keiko (Yu Yu Hakusho), Goku (DBZ), Sakura (Naruto), Chichi (DBZ), f-u-blackbeard (One Piece), Akainu-omfg (One Piece).

8. Qualities you like in a character? I honestly love wholesome characters and characters who defy cliches, but honestly, I can like different characters for many reasons. 9. Short or long anime? Well, considering I’ve watched One Piece from start to current, I’ll have to say long since it gives me more content. 10. Anime or manga? Usually manga since animes tend to cut out certain parts. Also that way I don’t have to deal with shitty animation (one piece I’m lookin’ at you) 11. How do you choose the anime you watch? Usually I browse upcoming animes/mangas and go from there. Also if I see something that looks good, I’ll usually try it out and see.

12. Skip or listen to intros/outros? I always listen to the intros/outros at least once when I first start the show and again if they change. However, if I really like the song, I’ll listen to it on repeat. 13. How do you cope if your friends or family don’t like you watching anime? Well, most (if not all) of my friends are into anime so they just binge with me. As for my family, my parents don’t really get it, but they humor me when I need to vent about the show I’m watching/reading.

14. Do you stop an anime midway if you don’t like it? Most definitely.

Alright, I tag no one in particular but feel free to answer the questions yourself!

#ambrosius-faust #tag #questions #anime #get to know me

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goku-x-chichi · 7 years

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For the last 6 months, some of the vegeta and bulma fans have been posting and harassing any Goku and Chichi fans with some of the most ignorant and stupid comments I’ve ever seen in my entire life!

I can debunked the last troll named some asshat blogger called ‘impractical’ *Heh* It’s clear that he never saw the manga or the anime in real life or he has some severe mental issues that affects his comprehending skills. Or probably outright dumb!

If Goku had been even half of what haters claimed he is… than Eichiro Oda, Jackie Chan, Masashi Kishimoto, Kazuya Yoshii, Tadayoshi Yamamuro and several thousands of Asian fans wouldn’t love and be inspired by Son Goku!

There’s a fucking reason why Goku has been number one in so many favourite/popular polls since 1984 onwards and on 2007 Animax ‘all time favourite’ (“and who do you want to be friends with”) polls, out of all the manga/anime characters till date on 2007, Son Goku is 3rd and no other Dragon ball character even Vegeta has come close to Top 50/100 in that poll.

Now back to the first comment by ‘lovevegihead’, this shit is only being thrown at me and there’s no accompanying text to back up!

It’s just word of mouth from an english fan blog and some fan made so called parody club.

It’s weird because I’ve never heard of this interview at all and it never showed up anywhere in twitter or anywhere in any Japanese fansite or anime news.

I want proof i.e REAL JAPANESE TEXT of the interview because I won’t believe any half ass translation done by a fan blog, whose comments I’ve seen on twitter where they already have a hard time identifying a basic text and more. And certainly NOT from a parody group whose jokes are anything but funny.

So if anyone knows or have access to that particular interview page, kindly scan that page or sent a photo of it. (Of course, the text should be visible enough to read.)

Otherwise, shut up with your lies.

#goku x chichi #stupid haters #goku #chichi #some really vegbul and gobul asshole fans are going to far with these shit #dbz #dbs #interview

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chickpow · 7 years

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Romeo and Juliet

Chickpow here: I found an old disc/floppy disc in my attic containing a lot of very old fanfiction from authors and websites that are either gone or taken down. I am not the author but I would like to share what I’ve found. if you find the author please let me know so I can credit them properly. Thank you and enjoy

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Romeo and Juliet

Okay, lets get started. First and foremost, I don’t own anything and I am completely broke. But thanks to DBZ there is a story, and thanks to dear old Shakespeare, it is almost original. Now this story is rated NC-17. Get some lemonade, it’s hot. Yaoi, Goten/Trunks, and lots of fluff. Be warned.

Romeo and Juliet

By: Melly-chan

Junior Hopkins High School for boys. The dubbed, Hell on Earth. It is a nice campus, if one cared what a prison looked like. To the students, it is ultimately a joke. All the classes are ride through and even a jock can pass.

Why the school is announced as pristine is beyond me. It sucks. The teachers suck, the classes suck, hell even the students sucked. But who am I to say that, I am one of the students.

One good side that the school possesses, is that Gohan had not attended. It is all I need to spend another year in his shadow. Constantly being sold as the ‘let down’ of the family.

"Chichi is such a nice woman and Gohan is so intelligent. I wonder what went wrong with that youngest though. He is a strange one."

Okay so I never exactly heard anyone say that, but I know they thought it. How could they not? In all truth, I am the strange one. My mother, the kind loving soul who hit people with frying pans. My brother, the nerd who loved

books more than freedom. Goten, myself, the strange one.

I admit, I have done some things in my life that do not constitute my family. Scaling the side of skyscraper being one. Braking into people houses being another. But I didn’t steal anything, I only rearranged the furniture.

Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if they had actually liked it better that way. . .

Mother had heard about the ‘great’ school and had signed me up.

"The curriculum will be hard. Maybe that will get you to study more. For one thing, it will keep you out of trouble."

Yeah right.

The only other good part about the lame ass school, is that Trunks shares in my boredom. Bulma had taken mom’s advice and had enrolled him. It they thought that would solve the problem, they forgot one thing, the only reason

we got in trouble in the first place was because we were together.

Solve it, right. Like enrolling us in some lame school is going to beat us into being their little puppets. Some children that they can shape to there will. Mom had been lucky with Gohan, but she would get no such satisfaction out of me. I am my own man.

So here I am, at school. Again. The sky is blue. The grass is green. What more description do you need?

Trig; snoozer. History; tu forte? French; Bonjour un sucer. Who cares.

Theater Arts. Now there’s a class. You could literally fall asleep and maintain that perfect A. The teacher didn’t care, so long as you participate when needed. That is why the class is last period. All the snoozers, like

me, would join just to goof off for the last period of the day before we goofed off at home, or wherever our fancy leads us.

The best part is that Trunks is in my class. We are the clowns you see, we upset the class, speak ‘shocking’ and always get away with it. Who didn’t love us. Plus, out teacher was about the only female on campus. And we are

the hottest guys. Get my connection?

It wasn’t like that really, but she did have some interesting thoughts in her head.

That’s for damn sure.

Today is like all other days. She talks we pretend to listen. And then she hits us, with the killer, the ultimate ki blast, the mother of all shockers.

"We," she meant this class, "are putting on a play. It will be Romeo and Juliet."

"Alright!" Some one yelled. "Your gonna bring in some babes for us to kiss!"

"Wrong. This is an all male school and so this will be an all male production."

"What?!"

I couldn’t have heard her right. She wanted us, a bunch of teenage boys, to perform in the most romantic, tear jerking, dramatic love story of all time, and she wasn’t going to grant us the knowledge of a female role? No! This

was not happening. Men do not kiss men. Men only kiss girls. Is she demented or something?

Why ask, she is.

The classes response ranges like my own.

"Why that one?"

"The school insists on Shakespeare."

"But why that one? Why not Hamlet?"

"They are not going to accept violence in the school. So no wars."

"But Ms. Keene, that is just sick!"

"I don’t want to hear another word. I have already decided. And knowing you, I have already selected the roles. They are posted in the back you can read them on the way out."

With that, the bell rings. I have no intention of checking that list. I do not what to be a part of this play. As far as I am concerned, I would prefer being a stagehand, or even a light person. There was no way they were going

to get me on stage, and in tights no less.

Several boys leer at me on their way out the door. Their expressions ones of amusement and humor. What crawled up their butts?

Trunks enters my line of sight, and I glance over to him. He is relaxed, waiting for the crowd to diminish before he attempts to read his part. He is calm and laid back. I don’t know whether that is because he is confident he

knows what part he is getting, or if it is just the way he feels today.

Only a few scragglier are left behind, and Trunks and I move forward. The list is long, given the size of the class and the number of parts. Near the bottom, I find Trunks’ name. Romeo. No surprise. Then I find my name.

"JULIET??????? You have got to be kidding me!!!!!! I am not going to play some girl! There is now way, you can’t make me!!!"

"Goten, calm down." Ms. Keene says. I pant furiously. How dare she cast ME as the girl. The one that has to kiss. . . . Gulp.

I’m going to to have to kiss Trunks.

The room suddenly starts spinning.

"Goten!" Trunks calls as he grabs my arm, attempting to steady me. I’m going to have to kiss him. . . .

"Goten, It’s not that bad. Your best friends right? Your friendship should be able to pull you through this. Come on, this is nothing."

Nothing she says. I am going to have to kiss my best friend. Several times. On stage. In front of everyone!

Hell no everything is not okay.

How do they expect me to take this? They are going to put me in a dress, stick me on stage and demand that I kiss Trunks. The world is ending. It must be. Since when did the schools come up with such perverted ideas. Making two boys kiss in public like that. What do they expect, a Grammy?

Hello no. Even Steven Spielberg wouldn’t go this far.

My life is hell.

Have I already said that? No? Well then here, I will say it again, my life is hell.

I look at Trunks’s unemotional face. One of his many features that he had inherited from his father. He revealed nothing. Even his eyes showed nothing but a dank emptiness. His reaction was a mystery. Well, he is on the

receiving end. He has to be feeling something. At least he doesn’t have to wear a dress.

"I suggest you boys sleep on it. You will be more comfortable with it in the morning."

Bloody hell, no.

The next day, I feel worse.

"And how is Juliet feeling today? Getting ready for that big smacker?"

"You say one more word to me, punk, and you wont have a smacker, or a life force for that matter."

"Oh, my sweet little kissy pooh." He obviously had heard the recent conversation. "Why not share a kiss? I’m sure ol’ Mr. Hefty would love to let you do a little number on his science desk."

This time, I do hit him. But not hard. Well, not by Saiyan standards.

He doesn’t speak again for a few more weeks.

Theater class is even harder. Ms. Keene hands out our scripts. "Now, I want you to be fully dedicated to these parts." She says. "I know it will be difficult for you, but the play is not that hard. You will get it. Trust me."

Trust her. Ya right, she cast me as the girl.

"Goten, I know this will be exceptionally hard for you, but just know that it is all acting. It is fake. And you have no way out of it."

Kissing noises come from behind me. Satisfaction would be to throw a large ki blast at them and see them wallow in their misery. The bastards.

"Rehearsals will start on Monday. Have a nice weekend."

Bitch. Nice weekend in deed. What weekend do I have to look forward to? Life is hell, this is my hell.

There is no way I am telling my family. Then they would want to come to the play and I’ll be damned if I let them see me in a dress. I was better off saying nothing. If I am lucky, they won’t say anything.

The weekends are always too short, and the week too long. But this time, it feels like it will never end, and for once, I am not happy about that.

Trunks decides to show up early Saturday morning. He’s dressed to spar, and I don’t need to ask. We know.

Mom on the other hand, does not.

"Oh, Trunks. It’s nice to see you. What will you be needing today?"

"I came over to spar with Goten."

"Is that all everyone ever does. Spar? You know, I am getting very tired of hearing that. All you men ever want to do is spar. Can’t you think of any better way to pass your time, like studying."

"I’m sorry Chichi, but we can’t help it. It’s in our blood."

"Oh, just get out of here, the both of you. And you better not come home all bloody again."

"Yes mom."

After living with a Saiyan, and two half Saiyans in her house for so many years, is she still yet to realize that it is our nature to fight. There is nothing we can do about it. It is an impulse.

We land in a clearing, deep inside the forest. We don’t come often to this particular spot, but is has been used several times. All one needs to tell that is to look around. The clearing is wider then it should be, trees that

were pulled up and tossed aside. A memory comes to me, one where Trunks had used a tree as a baseball bat, and my head as the ball.

Sure we could get vicious, but it was all in good fun. Nothing more.

Trunks lands in the center of the clearing, and removes his CC jacket. The coat is mindlessly tossed aside, and Trunks crouches into a fighting stance. I follow his example, and the battle is on.

We fight for hours, neither getting the best of the other. We are equally matched. Trunks lands a blow in my cheek, I feel the skin tear slightly, but I shake it off. He is rewarded with a jab in the stomach. You know, basic,

fun fighting. Nothing too bad.

Afterward, we are bruised and bloodied. So much for mom. I lay on my back and stare up at the trees. The day is slowly fading into night. The blue sky turns red and orange. The stars begin to sparkle.

"What are we going to do?" Trunks asks.

"I don’t know. Prissy Ms. Keene decided we would be perfect for the roles, and it looks like she has her fat heart stuck on it."

"It’s going to be so weird."

"Tell me about it."

"Promise me one thing."

"Ya?"

"It won’t. . . It won’t damage our friendship. You know, we’ll be cool with it."

"No prob."

On Monday, there was a problem.

"We will not be learning the play straight through, we will be learning it sections at a time, and I have already mapped out the schedule. Since we have four weeks to do this play, we will be practicing for an hour every day

after school. That will give us over an hour and a half every day. Now, there are five scenes in Romeo and Juliet. For your benefit, I shall label them. First, there is the party. And yes, this is the kissing scene. We will

be doing this scene the last week before production. Second, the balcony scene. Now I have checked, and it never mentions them kissing, so you get out of it. Unless you annoy me and I change that. Third, the battle and the

honeymoon. No comments there. Fourth, the fake death, and Five, the dramatic end. This week, we will start with the death and end. They are the shortest scenes and I want to get you in the mood. Then the balcony scene, the battle and then, yes, the kissing scene. We will meet on Saturday before opening night for a dress rehearsal. The play will run for a week. Got that cleared up? Good, now I’m tired of talking, start."

God, that woman could talk. She spent most of class period belting out that little monologue.

I am not thrilled about this at all. How the Hell am I suppose to act like a woman? I don’t want to! If things had turned out to my liking, I would be one of the lucky few who were placed in charge of the set. They didn’t have to memorize lines, they didn’t have to wear a dress, they didn’t have to kiss their best friend.

My life is hell.

For a week, I get to play dead. For a week, I get to memorize stupid lines for a role I don’t want. Not to mention that this friggin’ Juliet has about a million lines in these scenes. God, who cares. Do we really need to listen

to this chick talk to herself? Give me a break!

Unfortunately, life did one of its twists. They say that times goes by when you’re having fun. Ya right. Whoever said that needs to be drug into a dark alley and shot. I was most definitely not having fun, but time flew by. It

was like time had decided to get the easy stuff over with, and bring on the parts I could live without.

All too soon, it is week four.

The dreaded week.

The poisoned week.

Monday, was cool, we spent most of our time setting up the props on the stage. No prob. Tuesday, we memorized lines. Wednesday, walk through. Thursday, day off to get fitted. Oh, the agony, I look like a girl in that dress. They even bought a wig! Sure the wig was nice, it looked real, but it was going to be on me! And I was going to be in a dress! With makeup! My life is hell.

Friday, the last day. Tomorrow will be the dress rehearsal, and then, the play. Can I just curl up and die right now?

Today, she decides to act through the scene. Straight through, she says, no breaks.

The kissing is at the end of the scene.

I do well in spite of myself. Maybe acting is my thing, but then, that doesn’t mean I have to like the role.

Trunks is good. He maintains his unemotional façade, untouched by events. Some times, I wish I had that ability. To remain so cool, so calm, so calculated. To not have anything effect me, to be indifferent. You have to

admire that about Trunks. He could look like an emotionless bastard on the outside, but you just know that inside, he is screaming.

"Alright, here we go. The last section. Boys, and Goten, get prepared for the kissing scene."

She really is sick.

I stand in my spot, waiting. I do not want to do this. With everyone around, everyone watching. I do not want to kiss him in front of them. Not in private. . .

Whoa, Hello! Where did that thought come from? God, this stress is getting to me. I just implied kissing my best friend in private. What is wrong with me? Okay, shake it off, here we go.

"If I profane with my unworthiest hand,

This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this:

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." Trunks acted.

"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,

Which mannerly devotion shows in this;

For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,

And palm to palm I holy palmers’ kiss."

"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?"

"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."

"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do.

They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."

"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake."

"Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take."

Trunks move in closer. His lips right above mine, close.

I laugh. The mood is broken, I know, but I laugh. The boys with the sets had stopped to watch, the extras in the seats, they all laugh. I can not help myself. My face turns red. I bend over, holding my stomach. I laugh.

"ENOUGH!" Ms. Keene bellows. The laughing dies down. "I will not put up with this. You have one day, one day to get this right, and if you laugh again," she points to me, "You will get a drop F."

Talk about initiative, my mom would flip if I failed the class. I had to talk her into it in the first place, now I might lose my freedom of choice, forever. I can not fail the class.

I look over to Trunks, as always, a mask of indifference. He had not laughed.

The theater empties, soon only Trunks and I are left.

"I don’t want to fail." I say.

"I know, I don’t either." He looks at me, "We are going to have to get this right."

"What should we do?"

He sighs, "Practice, I guess."

Practice? He wants to practice kissing me? You have got to be kidding me! Wait, what about that thought I had had earlier, in private. What did that mean? Do I want to kiss him? Do I want him to kiss me? I furrow my eyebrows, thinking.

"Goten."

"Ya?"

"Let’s get out of here. It’s depressing."

I shrug.

We fly above the town. I follow Trunks. When we land we are at the edge of a cliff. The desert is spread out before us, we are alone. Trunks walks to the edge of the cliff and sits, dangling his feet over the edge. I follow.

We sit, silent. Nothing, but the sound of the air, the day.

"We are going to have to do this."

"I know." I say.

Neither of us move, and time stands still. I don’t want to make the first

move.

Trunks looks at me with his emotionless eyes. His jaw is set. He looks into my eyes, and I wander. I have never realized how very blue his eyes are. Dull, yes, emotionless, yes, but strikingly blue. Blue like the sky, when

the rain has cleared and the sun pours through. Blue like a waterfall, that cascades over a cliff and into the murky river. Blue.

How could I not have noticed? His eyes were always there. As far back as my memories go, he was there. I eyes, his hair, his lips.

His lips.

He moves closer, and I am silent. My breath is in my throat, and I wait. His lips touch mine, so slightly. Feather soft, hesitant. I close my eyes.

He kisses me. His lips pressed to mine, almost forcefully. His hand at my neck, pulling me closer.

My blood is rushing. My head is soaring. Electricity is shooting through my veins. I grab his shirt, my knuckles white.

The kiss goes on. His hand on my back, on my neck. His lips on mine.

His mouth opens, his tongue rubs my lips, pleading.

I open.

His tongue enters my mouth, hot and dominating. I melt. Our tongues dance, rubbing, tasting, demanding. So good.

Trunks.

Trunks!

My eyes shoot open and I pull back. I am breathing hard, and so is he. He looks at me, questioning.

His eyes, God, his eyes. The emotionless veil had been lifted, and in his eyes, I see everything. At the forefront, love.

I feel faint. He loves me? When did that happen?!?

"Trunks?"

"Goten. . . I, I wanted to tell you. I did. I know that you are not that way, but please, listen. I have loved you for as long as I can remember. I never dated because no girl ever compared to you. You are everything to me. Please, I know you don’t feel the same, but remember, you did kiss me back."

"We. . . we were practicing. . ."

He looks at me. I feel small. What am I to say? He is holding his heart out

in his hands and I, the blubbering idiot, can not think of what to say!

"Trunks. . ."

"This got weird didn’t it?"

I look up, "Huh?"

"We promised it wouldn’t get weird, it did. I’m sorry." His eyes were emotionless again. Trunks stands up, gives me one last look, and flies off. I can not make a sound.

I sit for long hours. Thinking. About the play, our promise, and Trunks. It had felt so good to kiss him. I could melt into a puddle of eternal bliss. I have never felt this way before. I have kissed girls, many. But this was

new. This was like a romance novel. You never think I could possibly be as good as they describe, but this, it is. In so many ways, if not better.

I can still taste him in my mouth. Still feel the aftermath of his kiss. If I try, I can feel his tongue touching mine. Savoring me.

When did I get these feeling? Just days ago, hell just hours ago, I refused to kiss him. I protested, loudly, but now, all I want is his lips on mine.

Romeo. Trunks.

The play. I open my eyes. I will show him tomorrow at rehearsal. A smile spreads across my face. Life is good.

I get there early. The early bird gets the worm, well the early Goten gets his man.

Trunks is late. Fifteen minutes, he is late.

I have already been stuffed and prodded into my dress and wig. Thankfully no makeup today. Where is that boy? If I must suffer through wearing a dress, the least he can do is show up to kiss me.

Half an hour.

"Where is Trunks?" Ms. Keene asks redundantly. Right, like I hadn’t noticed.

"He better get his scrawny ass here soon. . ."

Scrawny? No way Ms. Bitch, his ass is not scrawny.

Where is he?

The back doors fly open, and Trunks enters. Fashionably late.

I nearly faint. He is wearing form fitting black pants, a tight black tank,

and his favorite CC jacket. He looks hot, as usual.

"Well, Romeo finally decides to show up. An excuse maybe?"

Trunks flashes her a grin. "Nope."

His eyes scan the stage, they go right over me. A frown is on his beautiful face.

"Well lets get started." Ms. Keene says. Trunks disappears into the back to get dressed.

Rehearsal starts. It goes smoothly. No mistakes.

Then I enter. Trunks looks at me. Does a double take, and his eyes widen. I guess he didn’t recognize me.

I say my lines.

He speaks, like in a trance. His eyes never leave me. Everyone thinks he is

acting. Pretending to be love struck. But I see his eyes. He is.

He loves me.

I lean forward, and he kisses me. Line, kiss, line kiss. Three kisses. Each

as soul shattering as the last.

The boys chuckle off stage. The play continues.

I die and he holds me in his arms, sorrow in his voice. He cries over me and

for a moment, I fancy the truth. Would he cry over me, if I really died?

Yes.

The play ends, my head is on his chest, in death. He can not fake death, his breathing is fast and obvious.

The curtain closes and I stand up. Trunks follows. I look at his eyes and for a moment, I see a flash. Pain?

"Trunks. . ."

The curtain opens and the rest of the boys climb onto the stage.

"Good, that was actually good. Do it like that next week, and you will all get A’s. Dismissed."

I glance at Trunks before I head into the changing room. It feels good to get out of this ridiculous dress.

Trunks is waiting at the door when I exit. He turns, silent, and walks. I follow. We walk across the city, the long way to his house.

"Trunks."

He turns.

"I need to talk to you. About yesterday."

He flinches and turns away from me.

"I. . . I know I hurt you. I didn’t mean to, really. I didn’t know. I had no

clue. But now. . . now I can see it. I know you love me and. . . I love you

too."

"As a friend right?"

"No."

He turns back to me, his face full of hope.

"I love you Trunks. It took your kiss for me to figure it out. But I do love you, as a boyfriend, a lover, a husband. Whatever you want."

Trunks stairs at me. His breaths are slightly labored, and his lips are parted. I see doubt cross his eyes. I grab his hand and take off for a more secluded area. We end up in the park. Trees surround us. I pull him into my

arms, and kiss him with all my might.

His hands wrap around me and he takes over. His tongue delves into my mouth like it had before. The kiss is deep and intimate. The kiss of lovers. Two star-crossed lovers.

I smirk, maybe the play wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

*****

Now, on opening night, I am dead nervous.

I feel like vomiting. My dress feels too tight, my head is dizzy, I am miserable. Trunks comes up behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders.

"Breath, just breath. Everything will be okay. Calm down."

I take his advice and breath. It does help. Trunks wouldn’t lie to me, everything will be okay.

"Hey guys!" Some kid says. "Everyone is here! The play is packed! Hey, Goten, I can even see your family."

WHAT!!!!!!!

I hadn’t told them anything about the play. They couldn’t have known. I stick my head slightly out the curtain and look into the audience. Sure enough, there they are. Mom, Gohan, Videl, Pan, and little Goku, the newest

addition to the family, sitting next to Trunks’s family in the middle of the auditorium.

I start to hyperventilate. I can’t breath. My family is here. They will see me in a dress, as a girl, on stage. Kissing Trunks. Okay, so I had planned to tell them some time, but not so soon! Even Vegita was out there!

"Whoa, Goten, are you okay?" Trunks says.

"Do, I look, okay?" I gasp.

"Well, no. You look like you are hyperventilating. What’s wrong?"

"My family is here!"

"You didn’t want them here?"

"NO!"

Trunks’s face turns red. "Um, well, I, um, well, that is. . ."

"What?"

"I kinda told them."

"YOU WHAT???"

"Shhhhhh." Numerous people call, finger to mouth.

"You invited my family to see me in a dress???"

"It wasn’t like that! The subject kinda came up one time and I mentioned that you had a lead role. They said they wanted to come."

"Did you tell them what the play was?"

"Well, no, I-"

I almost faint. My head swoons and I am on my way to the floor. Trunks catches me, of course, but how could he? He told my family to come, but didn’t mention I was playing the girl?

"Goten! Goten! Come on, come on, wake up. Your okay, everything is okay. Wake up."

I groan. "I’m gonna kill you Trunks." I slur.

"Okay, okay, you can kill me later, but right now you have to wake up. They

play is about to start."

I groan. I don’t want to do this anymore. My life is hell.

I sit in a chair, my head between my knees, trying to compose myself. I didn’t go on until the end of Act 1, but that was the important scene. The scene where I kiss Trunks.

I by time I get myself composed, it is time to go on. I pull my head up, and enter the stage.

I murmur goes up among the crowed. I hear some people commenting on what a pretty girl Juliet is. I hear my family gasp. I hear Vegita laughing.

I hear myself dying.

I deliver my lines perfectly, the way I am suppose to. Get your mind off the crowd and do your job, I tell myself. Easier said then done.

Trunks enters, wearing his tights and tunic. His legs are shown off perfectly and for a moment I feel jealous that all of these people get to see him like this, and not just me.

I hear Vegita laugh again.

The moment has come. The kiss. I can almost hear my mother holding her breath. She knows what is suppose to happen.

We kiss. Once, twice, three times. The kissing scene is over. We lived.

After that, I lost myself in the play. The words envelop me and I can see nothing but Trunks, and me, and the stage. Nothing else matters.

We lay dead at the end, the curtain falls.

Cheers rise up from the audience and I pull myself up off Trunks’ chest. We line up for our bows, and the curtain rises. Everyone is on their feet, cheering. Even my family, Trunks’ family, and Vegita. It was exhilarating,

to be up in front of so many people. To be cheered and loved for the performance. The experience is deafening. I feel alive and excited. All to soon, it is over.

I remove my costume quickly, making sure to get every dab of makeup off.

I exit the auditorium, and mine and Trunks’ family are waiting for us on the corner. Trunks is leaning against the wall, waiting. I give everyone a nervous smile.

"Goten, you did great." Gohan says.

"Ya, uncle Goten, you did real good as a girl, he he he."

"Pan, stop that." Gohan said to his young daughter.

A smirk is on Vegita’s face. But he remains silent.

I feel incredibly nervous. "I hadn’t meant for you to come."

"Why not honey?" Mom says.

"Um, well, I, didn’t really want you to see that."

"Oh, it’s okay honey, you were only acting."

That’s what she thinks. I meant every word.

Talk about your acquired situation. What are you suppose to say when your family has seen you perform as the opposite gender? Have a nice day? See you later? Austa Lavista?

I can not wait to get out of here.

*****

By the end of the week, I finally felt better. With each performance, I felt more comfortable, and the pre-performance jitters disappear by closing night. The crowd response became even more exhilarating. It quickens my heart and swells my head. I did good, and they were open to show it. I didn’t mind so much that they though me a girl, but their response, wow. I feel alive with their praise. It would almost be as good to get the praise

from Trunks.

Or perhaps better.

As it is, the play is over. No more after school practices. No more stolen kisses in front of an audience, no more Ms. Keene getting kinky ideas.

I am going to miss it.

I roll onto my side, a Saturday morning. The sun creeps in through my window, pertaining to the wondrous day. I pull my arm up over my head, not wanting to wake up. My bed is warm, comforting. I can spend the day there.

My door bangs, loud enough to make the wood split and take my ears with it. I roll onto my stomach, not wanting to acknowledge it.

"Goten!" Mom calls. I put my pillow on my head.

"Goten! Get up, it’s a beautiful day, don’t spend it in bed!"

"Goten! Trunks is here to see you."

That got me. I leap out of bed and race to my dresser. Cloths fly, I search for clothes, good clothes, sexy clothes, anything! The banging has stopped. I hear a click behind me, the door opens.

"Mom, I’m-" I blush. It’s Trunks.

His eyes examine me, take me in. I am only wearing boxers. He licks his lips; my blush deepens. He shuts the door behind him, and walks toward me. His eyes flash.

He wraps his arms around me, muscular, strong. His lips reach mine and our eyes close.

I breathe him in. Musk and life. Our tongues touch, a mating dance of their own.

My door bangs again. We pull away from each other quickly, and face the door.

"Goten, get outside. The day is too beautiful to waste." Mom again. Do you think she suspects? Does she know?

Most definitely not, she would faint.

I turn back to my dresser. I still need clothes. I open the drawer and search through the neatly folded stacks. Trunks reaches around me and pulls out his own selection.

He presses himself against my back.

"Wear this." He whispers in my ear. Tingling. His hand is on my bare chest, his mouth at my ear. My pulse quickens, my breath harder.

His tongue is at my ear, kissing, caressing. I shudder and lean my head back. His tongue traces my ear, his mouth nibbles the lobe. My eyes are closed.

He pulls away. My eyes shoot open and I look at him.

"Get dressed."

I get dressed, I hop into my clothes as fast as possible, Trunks stands there, watching. A blush is on my cheeks.

I pull my shoes on and Trunks opens the door.

We fly. We fly out into the forest away from everything. Are we going to spar?

We land in the woods, not our typical fighting grounds. There is no clearing, just trees. Trees all around us, towering above us.

Trunks leaps. He catches me off guard and knocks me over. Only he falls with me. My eyes widen. He is on top of me, pinning me down. His legs are straddling my hips, his hands on my chest.

His eyes are clear, full of love. They burn with intense emotion.

He kisses me. Urgent, needy.

His warmth surrounds me, hot and pulsing. His hands move on me, tracing and touching. I moan into his mouth. He un-tucks my shirt from my pants and slips his hands inside, against my skin.

"Maybe you shouldn’t have dressed at all." His voice is thick and hot. Passionate.

He pulls my shirt up and off. His mouth is on me again, on my chin, my neck, my chest. I loose myself in his touch.

My hands are on his neck, encouraging. His mouth kisses me, his tongue leaves wet trails against my skin. His mouth covers my nipple and I scream out with pleasure, jutting my hips. He smirks, nips, hardening and

caressing. He moves to the other. My pleasure is intense, consuming.

His mouth moves lower, tracing my stomach, circling my navel. I shudder.

His hands are at my hips, at my waistband. My pants are opened and removed, my boxers follow.

I am left naked, and loving it. I am breathing hard, and so is he.

He licks me, I moan. His tongue surrounds me, lapping and consuming. My hands dig into his hair, my hips jerk. He takes me into his mouth and sucks. I cry out and thrust my hips.

His hands go to my hips, holding me down, his pulls back and his tongue is on me, creative and hot. The fire inside of me is building and it consumes me, growing, engulfing. I reef against the ground, consumed by the intensity of the presser growing in my groin. The fire grows, scorching my soul and spreading.

I lose myself.

I spill my seed into his mouth. I cry out.

He swallows as much of my seed as he can, then licks my skin.

I start to descend from my high, my sexual ecstasy. I look into his eyes. Love.

I pull myself up onto my elbows.

"Your still dressed." I smirk.

I pull him into me, kissing him. I can taste myself in his mouth. My hands travel along his back, and down to his tight ass. I squeeze. I break the kiss and move along his skin, his neck, his ear. I undo the top button of his shirt and my mouth moves to the revealed skin. Down, down.

He is on his back, breathing hard. His shirt is open and I pull it off. I kiss him once again. His hips press against mine and I feel his throbbing need. Time to take care of that.

I slip my hand inside his pants and caress his ass.

He moans, his eyes close and he tilts his head back. I open his pants and shove them down his hips. He wiggles, moving his pants lower down his legs. His manhood is pressed against his boxers, aching.

I press my lips against his stomach, just above the waistband, teasing. He groans, clutching my hair, encouraging me to continue. I play with the waistband, just to torture him, before I remove the remainder of his clothes.

He is laying naked before me, glowing in his sweat and need. He is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Perfect in every way.

I lower my mouth to his hardness, taking him deep into my throat. Trunks shakes under me, jerking his hips.

I suck for a few minutes before pulling away. He groans at the loss and looks up to me.

I smile softly and lower my mouth to his. We kiss deeply, lovingly.

"Goten, I-"

I cut him off by straddling his hips. His breath catches in his throat and

he looks up to me.

Words are lost, and he enters me. His length fills me, hurting for a moment, but then I am lost in my pleasure, my completion of being joined by my love. We move together, lost in our rhythm. Lost in our pants, cries, and growing exhilaration.

I feel myself building again, climbing the age-old ladder of ecstasy, the fire building inside of me, growing and spreading once more.

With a final thrust of his hips, I am sent over the edge, I cry out. Trunks looses it at the same time, he pushes deep inside of me and empties his seed, he screams.

We collapse, a jumbled heap of limbs, in the aftermath of our love. I feel whole.

*****

At school we are forced to act indifferent, separate, from each other. It is nearly too hard. To act like friends, and nothing more. To be distant and lost in my schoolwork. How am I to survive without screaming to the world

that Trunks belongs to me. Without threatening everyone who gets to close?

I can feel his presence in the school, and it nearly undoes me. To have my love so close and not be able to be near him. To listen to lame ass teachers lecture about history. I can’t wait until school ends, and then maybe Trunks

and I can go out, alone.

Lunch is the only reprieve I can get. We sit in a corner, separate from everyone.

"So what should we do about dad?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don’t know how my dad is going to react to this. At least your mom is predictable, Chichi will probably faint, but my dad, I don’t know. We are either going to be excepted or beaten."

"I don’t know what to tell you Trunks. He never mentioned his beliefs before."

"Ya, I guess we will just have to tell them, and see. But we can tell your family first."

"Mine? Why not tell your family first, they would probably take it better."

"Well, I want to see your mom’s reaction."

"You already know what will happen. What about your dad?"

"That can wait. Now your family, they are the ones that get emotional about stuff."

"Well your family are cold, ruthless bastards."

"We are also royal."

"Royal pain in the asses."

"You know you like it."

"You know you want it."

"You suck."

"Well, you swallow."

That got him. A blush set on his cheeks. He stands up and grabs my arm, pulling me from my seat. I stumble to get my footing.

He drags me out of the cafeteria and into the hallway. As I am pulled down

the hall, the warning bell rings and students begin to rush to class. But still, Trunks continues.

"Trunks, the bell, we are going to miss class."

No answer, save for a small grunt. We reach the end of the hall and the tardy bell rings. So much for classes.

Trunks pulls a door open and shoves me inside. It’s a janitor’s closet. It is almost large, but narrow. Surely bigger than what they are rumored to be.

He pulls the door closed behind him and locks it from the inside.

"Don’t say things like that unless it is an invite."

With that, he leaps at me, grabbing me around the waist and capturing my lips. His hands are busy at my clothes.

"Trunks. . . school. . ."

"Like I care."

With that, off come our clothes. My back is pressed against the wall and Trunks’ tongue is all over me, tasting, touching. My protests die away, I submit. His mouth covers my throbbing need and I stifle my moans.

His hands roam my skin; I melt. My hands reach his shoulders, pulling. He moves from me, making me gasp at the loss. I look into his eyes.

"We don’t have the time."

He kisses me, and lowers us to the floor. The coldness is against my back. His hand presses my thigh, pulling it up, I move my legs up and around him. Silent, he thrusts into me. I bite my lip.

He moves, faster and faster. I grit my teeth to keep from crying out. The moment is getting closer. I pull his head in for a kiss, we reach our climax. His scream is lost in my mouth.

"Trunks." I pant. Slowly, my head begins to clear.

The doorknob shifts. My head snaps up. A curse is heard through the door and footsteps, walking away. Trunks and I exchange a glance.

We jump to our feet and scramble to our discarded clothes. We pull them on frantically. Trunks finishes first, I hop to the door, pulling my shoe on.

Trunks peaks out the door, then pushes it open. I run past him and down the hall. He locks the door, from the inside, before he follows me.

Minutes later, the janitor arrives with a set of keys.

We decide to tell our families as soon as possible. Basically, that means in as many days as we can dare keep a secret from them.

We settle on Friday, the end of the week and a whole weekend to get use to it.

I can’t tell whether the day came too fast, or not fast enough. On one hand, I want to push the day away, dreading what would happen, people’s reactions. On the other hand, I want to get it over with so I can get back to being

with Trunks. I other words, I am miserable.

Trunks decides to go out on Thursday, just to get our minds off the inevitable. I knock on his door to pick him up, Vegita answers.

"What do you want, brat?"

"Trunks and I are going out."

Oops, bad choice of wording. Vegita doesn’t notice.

He scowls at me, and walks away from the door. I walk in behind him.

A few minutes later, Trunks comes down the stairs, beautiful as always.

We turn and head for the door.

"Trunks! Get over here brat!"

Trunks stops, grimacing, and turns to his father. Taking a deep breath, he walks over to Vegita. He is sitting in his favorite chair, apparently relaxed.

I follow Trunks to his father.

"Now brat, you should know better than to keep a secret from me. Don’t think you can fool me for one instant. But if you are going to do something like that, then don’t forget," he looks at us, "how to mark your mate."

I pale. He knows. How did he figure it out? How long has he known?

He turns away from us, closes his eyes, and begins his meditations. I turn to Trunks, the color is gone from his face and he is just as shocked as I am.

Wordlessly, we leave.

"How. . ."

"I don’t know. I didn’t think dad had figured it out."

"What did he mean, by ‘mark your mate’?"

"I don’t know."

Something in the back of my mind begins to bother me. Something I should now, should remember. But it is out of my reach.

Later that night, as I lay in Trunks’ arms in the moonlight, I remember.

"Gohan."

"What, is he coming?"

"No, I just remembered. After Gohan got married he came home with a mark on

his neck."

"What kind of mark?"

"A bite mark."

"Why would Videl bite him? I mean it is kinda kinky and all, but was is necessary?"

"Your dad mentioned marking your mate, Gohan came home with a bite on his neck. Do you think that could be what your dad meant?"

Trunks looks at me, searching my eyes. He tilts his head, reveling his neck.

I gulp and lower my head to the base of his neck and lick the offered skin.

I bite. My teeth delve into his skin, bringing blood. I shudder. Something inside of me fills, like it was filling the whole of my soul.

Trunks bites my neck as I lick at blood from his wound. We are now life mates.

Friday comes, as it usually does.

I bring my family to Trunks’ house. We decided to tell them together. They sit in their living room, chatting.

I take a deep breath, preparing for what is going to happen.

"Mom, I’m in love." I announce.

"Oh, honey, that’s nice, but is this the place to be telling me?"

"Yes," Trunks interrupts, "because he’s in love with me." He takes my hand, reassuringly.

The room is silent. Then the eruption.

"WHAT?!?!?!"

"But, what, Goten, this can’t be, you can’t be, no! I won’t allow this!" Mom says, she looks faint.

"On Vegitasei it was customary for members of the same genders to mate. And as you can see, it is too late." Vegita pulls Trunks’s collar away from his neck, reveling his bite.

Mom faints. Gohan catches her before she reaches the ground.

Overall, Everything has gone as planned.

Trunks and I leave the commotion of the house. We fly up to the roof and sit, gazing at the stars.

"Goten, I was thinking. By Saiyan tradition, we are life mates. But in human tradition, we are not excepted. But even so, I would like you to be my husband." He pulls two wedding rings out of his pocket and holds them out to

me.

I smile softly. "Trunks, I love you. Of course I will marry you."

"Then, by yonder blessed moon I vow, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops-"

"O, swear not by the moon, the’ inconstant moon

That monthly changes in her circled orb.

Lest that thy love prove likewise variable."

"What shall I swear by?"

"Do not swear at all

Or, it thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,

Which is the god of my idolatry,

And I’ll believe thee."

"If my heart’s dear love-"

"I love you."

Fin

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