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vegetadaily · 2 months

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Rest in peace Akira Toriyama-sensei. Thank you for creating and sharing your art and stories. They will forever be in our hearts as will you. May your light continue to shine on us. Thank you for everything.

#dragon ball #akira toriyama #dbz #vegeta #ベジータ #dbz gifs #mygifs #i'm still in shock tbh #he has given me so much by his stories #by creating and keeping vegeta around #thank you for everything #thank you for brightening my life #thank you for being your wonderful you

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astral-mariner · 2 months

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One more illustration for my spicy vegebul one-shot (read here).

I've always headcanoned that Vegeta fell for Bulma first. I even wrote a long post about it that has been going around. The gist of it was, though, that Vegeta had never had the opportunity to have a relationship where things weren't fucked up in some way, so when Bulma displays attraction, interest, and basic decency, he's defenseless against it and falls for her hard. Whereas none of those things are new for Bulma, so for her, having sex with Vegeta is just something casual she's doing for fun before the world ends---at least at the beginning.

So in this image, where Bulma is providing a little aftercare following an intense sexual encounter, she's comfortable and satisfied, but her attention isn't focused on Vegeta. She's pleased and content, but she doesn't have romantic love for him (yet).

Meanwhile, Vegeta's body language is entirely focused on Bulma---an intense, consumed gaze on her, a desperate grip on her clothes. But he doesn't understand that he's in love with her. He's never been in love like this before, and he doesn't have the language to communicate it even if he did. He just feels this aching in his chest when he's around her, and this hollowness when she leaves. He agrees with Bulma that their relationship is just sex and that he wants nothing to do with human sentimentality...all while he's, ironically and cluelessly, head over heels.

So it results in a situation of delicious angst where Vegeta pines and yearns, but is helpless to do anything about it. He just can't keep away from her, and it drives him crazy. All while simultaneously feeling that pain we're all familiar with: unrequited love, or at least loving someone far more than they love you (for now). And he's clueless about that too. It just makes that aching all the worse. Makes him even crazier for her.

#vegeta #bulma #vegebul #astral art #analyzing my own drawings like a nerd #I always try to tell a story with my pics

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introvertllux · 15 days

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Chrono Heart (Future Trunks X Black!OC)

*I DO NOT OWN/CLAIM TO OWN ANYTHING IN RELATION TO DBZ. I ONLY CLAIM THE ORIGINAL STORY IDEA AND BLACK!OC IN THIS STORY!*

Chapter 1: The Relic and the Reawakening

The remnants of Dr. Gero’s lab were a graveyard of twisted metal and shattered dreams, a monument to the hubris of a man who played god with circuits and steel. Hidden beneath this forsaken ruin, a capsule hissed open, and from its depths, a figure emerged—Axa. With skin like polished ebony, eyes that shimmered with the golden light of a thousand captured stars, and hair that cascaded down in an untamed torrent, she was a sight to behold—beauty crafted by ambition, innocence shaped by design.

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She stood, hesitantly, in the dim light of her metallic tomb, a stark contrast to the vividness of her form. Her limbs moved with an elegance that was almost haunting, yet her expression held the innocence of a child looking out upon the world for the first time.

Unbidden, Axa's body propelled her through the labyrinth of the city, every calculation in her head leading her to an encounter she did not understand. It was as if an invisible hand guided her to a serene park, where the familiar silhouette of Android 18 stood, lost in the simplicity of feeding ducks at the pond—a moment of peace in a life so often marked by conflict.

Axa’s presence cast a shadow over the tranquility, and 18 turned, her eyes widening in shock and recognition. "Axa? Is it really you?" she gasped, the breadcrumbs slipping from her fingers.

Their reunion was explosive—a symphony of fists and flashes of shared history. As they sparred, 18, amidst parries and takedowns, called out to the essence of the girl she once knew.

"Remember when we sparred with 16 in the orchard, the cherry blossoms falling around us like snow?" she grunted, dodging a swift punch. "Or the time we snuck into the city, 17 dared us to ride the rollercoaster and you laughed until you cried?"

Each word struck Axa deeper than any physical blow could, unlocking the sealed doors of her memory. "And that night, the four of us lay in the grass, making shapes out of stars, dreaming of freedom," 18 continued, her voice laced with nostalgia, even as she blocked a kick. "But then you were gone. Gero said you were defective, but you were just... you were just Axa. You were just a little girl, and I... we, I should have done something."

Tears spilled from Axa's eyes, liquid diamonds trailing down her face, an alien sensation that stopped her cold. Her hands came up to her face, fingers trembling as she touched the moisture with wonder. "What... what is this?" she whispered, her voice breaking.

"It's crying, Axa," 18 replied with a bittersweet chuckle, the fight draining from her. "It happens when you're sad... or happy... or even when you laugh so hard, you can't stop. It means you're alive."

Axa's golden gaze, now dulled by confusion and sorrow, met 18's. "I don't... I don't understand," she said, a lost child wrapped in the shell of a machine.

"I know," 18 said, stepping forward to wrap an arm around her. "I forgot to search for you when I found my own life. But now I’m here, and I'll help you. Let me show you the life I've built. You’ll fit right in. Krillin, my husband, Marron, our daughter—they'll love you."

The promise of a family warmed something inside Axa, a spark of belonging that she didn't know she needed.

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The scene shifted to the familial home, where the spark was met with a torrent of fear and misunderstanding.

The home that once held warmth and laughter was now a battlefield of words and emotions. The cozy living room, with its family photos and children's drawings, became the arena. Krillin's face was flushed with a mix of protective fear and incandescent rage. "18, how in the world could you think this was okay? Bringing her into our home without even a word to me?" His voice shook the very foundations of their sanctuary, a volume reserved for life-and-death battles, not familial disputes.

"You're not getting it, Krillin!" 18 shot back, her own voice a force to be reckoned with. "You think I can't see danger? I know danger. I've been danger. But she—" 18 jabbed a finger towards Axa, "—is just lost. We owe her this!"

Marron, with the blissful ignorance of childhood, had wandered over to Axa, offering a small stuffed dinosaur with a smile. "Do you wanna play with Mr. Dino?" she had asked, her voice a sing-song note in the dissonant symphony of the adults' conflict.

Krillin's eyes darted from Marron to Axa, and with a speed that betrayed his martial prowess, he scooped Marron into his arms. "Marron, sweetie, why don't you go play in your room, okay?" His words were gentle with his daughter, but when his gaze swung back to Axa, they were steel blades. "Stay away from her," he snapped at Axa. "We don't know you, what you're capable of—what if you're programmed to…to…"

His words trailed off, but the accusation hung heavily in the air, an invisible smog choking the room. Axa, who stood like a statue wrought from onyx, felt each word strike her. Her hands, which moments ago had explored the texture of the child's toy, now hung limply at her sides. The shine in her golden eyes dulled, a gloss of pain over the brightness.

"Krillin," 18's voice cracked like a whip, her anger transforming into something fierce and protective. "Listen to yourself! She’s not a threat! How can you judge her like this?"

The silence that followed was suffocating. Axa's soft, disbelieving sobs were the only sound, a heartbreaking melody that seemed to wrap around the room. She blinked rapidly, her human-like innocence clashing with her android perfection as she attempted to process the whirlwind of rejection and anger.

"I… I don't want to be a problem," Axa stammered out, her voice a mere whisper but slicing through the tension. "I didn't mean to cause trouble. I'm sorry."

Krillin, his face softening for a moment at Axa's words, struggled with the turmoil inside him. His duty to protect his family warring with the empathy he had learned from his wife. "18, I…," he started, but the words tangled, a mess of emotion and duty.

"No," 18 interrupted, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of frustration. "No, Krillin. She's not just some android. She's Axa. Remember that. She's not the past; she’s someone who needs us now."

In the quiet that followed, the trio stood, the balance of their world shifted, as they each considered the weight of what it meant to be family, to be human, or something akin to it. Axa, still caught in the eye of the storm, dared to hope for a harbor in this tempest—a place where she could anchor her heart.

The turmoil in the room reached a crescendo, a tidal wave of emotion that crashed over Axa with overwhelming force. As Krillin and Android 18's argument continued, Axa's mind began to fracture under the strain. She clutched at her temples, her golden eyes flickering erratically as memories—long suppressed—surged to the surface.

She was small again, diminutive and human, watching through the bars of a crib as giants in white coats and stern faces argued loudly above her. The cacophony of their voices was terrifying, a discordant symphony that crescendoed into an unbearable din. Words like "potential" and "failure" were thrown back and forth, volleying over her head like some high-stakes game she could not comprehend.

Her breath hitched, a robotic mimicry of a panic attack, and her body began to seize up. Her limbs locked in place, and the glow in her eyes sputtered like a dying star. "System… overload…" she managed to gasp out before collapsing like a puppet with its strings cut, her form going limp and unresponsive on the floor.

"18, we need to do something!" Krillin's voice was now tinged with fear for Axa, the protective instinct he felt for all living beings—especially those under his roof—kicking in.

18 knelt beside Axa, her fingers hovering over the android's inert body. Her heart, though not flesh and blood, ached with a mix of fear and protectiveness. "Dammit," she cursed softly, her usual composure fraying at the edges.

Krillin ran a hand through his hair, his eyes darting from his wife to the still figure on the floor. "Maybe… we should take her to see Bulma. She's dealt with… this kind of thing before."

Android 18's eyes narrowed at the suggestion. "Bulma has a good heart, but she's got that scientist's curiosity. She'll want to dissect every part of Axa's programming," she said, her voice a growl of resistance. "And Vegeta…" she trailed off, a scowl creasing her features at the thought of the Saiyan prince's unpredictable nature.

Krillin nodded slowly, understanding his wife's concerns. "We don't have to tell everyone, just Bulma. She'll know what to do," he insisted, his tone imploring. "Vegeta won't lay a finger on her—I'll deal with him if I have to."

The two locked eyes, a silent conversation passing between them. It was a gamble, but Axa needed help that they couldn't give. With a heavy heart, 18 agreed. "Fine. But we're not leaving her side. Not for a second."

Carefully, they gathered Axa's motionless form, her weight a testament to the gravity of their situation. Together, they stepped into the cool evening air, the weight of Axa's fate a heavy shroud upon their shoulders as they made their way to Capsule Corporation, and into the uncertain future that awaited them.

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More on Axa (Pronounced: Axe-e-ah or Ahh-x-ah)

*Apologies for inconsistent art styles. I utilized Art breeder. Unfortunately I don't see many resources to help create black!Ocs in consistent styles and diverse poses out there. If you know of any please let me know! As you continue reading the story imagine her in the DBZ art style. Thank you!*

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blueper-saiyan · 30 days

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I know I’ve seen other people bring this up before, but it’s still very funny to me that one of the most common Saiyan OCs is just giving Vegeta a mother. I would have thought that the Super Broly movie would have given a design, or at least a cameo that could reasonably be her, but there is absolutely nothing lol. Not even any confirmation she existed past tense. At this point I kind of hope we never get an official answer because the different OCs and theories about it are fun. My personal opinion is that they grew Prince Vegeta IV in the lab and just took the other half of his genetics from the strongest available match. (The Saiyans were definitely into eugenics, because they suck) He doesn’t know who his mother is either because it was never relevant to him. I appreciate the dead mom and cloning theories too though. Also I enjoy the different designs and fanart of them interacting, regardless of my headcanon

#Vegeta #its extra funny because we saw both of Goku’s parents #Absolutely nothing for the theoretical saiyan queen though #I know some of the guide books mention her existing or whatever but given that there’s nothing going on in any of the main stories #I think I can ignore the references #The whole saiyan timeline is kinda a mess actually #With the thing with the Tuffles #Unless Saiyans live way longer than I thought which would have Implications for sure

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brucenorris007 · 10 months

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knocknocknocknock

Rouge groaned and sat up; going by the rapid tempo, she had a good guess on who was knocking even before she opened the door to the house.

Sure enough, Sonic stood on the other side of the threshold, one hand raised in greeting.

“Shadow,” Rouge called over her shoulder. “It’s for you.”

“Actually,” Sonic said. “I’m here to borrow Omega.”

Rouge blinked. Twice. Raised an eyebrow and called again.

“Omega, it’s for you!”

She could hear the bemused, off-kilter beat of silence. She looked back at Sonic.

“Since when do you make house calls for Omega?” She asked.

“First time for everything, right?” He said with a shrug. “We’re in kind of a hurry and I don’t wanna play Shad’s guessing game about whether or not he’ll sucker punch me before he’s willing to have a conversation.”

Rouge opened her mouth. Closed it. Considered the point.

“SHADOW HAS ENGAGED IN MORE ERRATIC, INCONSISTENT BEHAVIOR RECENTLY.” Omega commented, stomping up to stand beside her at the door.

Sonic smirked.

“At least we know what we’re getting with Omega.”

“Fair.”

“Okay,” Sonic said, turning on his heel. “Let’s go, Omega!”

“NEGATIVE.”

Sonic choked in a false start and nearly tripped over their front stoop. He looked back, bewildered.

“Huh?”

“EXPLAIN YOUR OBJECTIVE AND WHY MY PRESENCE IS REQUIRED.”

Sonic blinked.

“Right, yeah, okay,” he said. “We’re figuring out where Eggman is.”

The borderline silent whir from Omega’s chassis got louder by a fraction of a decibel.

“TO DESTROY HIM?”

“We’re trying to find him first,” Sonic said, smoothly avoiding saying one way or the other what would happen when they did find the doctor. He scratched his head, fingers parting his quills. “We can’t tell where he’s doing his evil thing from. Tails can explain it better, but whatever tech he’s using isn’t connected to the same network as the rest of his bases.”

Sonic raised both hands in a shrug.

“Something like that, I think.”

Rouge digested the information silently; depending on what the doc was up to, she might get called in.

“Anyway, that’s where you come in,” Sonic said, pointing at Omega. “We’re gonna pull a con on Eggman.”

“You came looking for Omega to pull a ruse?” Rouge asked skeptically.

“He works with you, doesn’t he?”

“AFFIRMATIVE.”

Rouge smirked and patted Omega’s arm cannon.

“It does mean a paint job,” Sonic said. “Temporary, I swear; you ‘capture’ me and bring me in to one of ol’ Buttnik’s bases. Doesn’t matter what he’s up to, he’ll pay attention to that.”

“AND THEN I EXTERMINATE HIS INFERIOR MODEL ROBOTS?”

Omega, as usual, posed the question more like a statement.

“Ahh,” Sonic hedged. “You’d have to hold off on that; just until he gives up where he is!”

“UNACCEPTABLE. IT IS OBJECTIVELY MORE EFFICIENT TO ELIMINATE INDIVIDUAL BASES UNTIL HE IS FORCED OUT OF HIDING FOR LACK OF RESOURCES.”

Sonic’s mouth twisted into a borderline grimace. He glanced at Rouge; she shook her head. She wasn’t in the mood to help mediate, especially not on her day off.

“That’ll take ages, though,” Sonic said. He paused a second; a sly grin stretched across his face. “Besides, think about it; how ticked off will Eggface be when he figures out he got tricked?”

“. . .”

Rouge recognized the hum of Omega’s CPU; he was considering it.

“Even better,” Sonic said, thumbing his nose. “How ticked he’ll be when we bust down his door and break all his toys?”

“EXTREMELY.”

“He’ll blow a fuse; so, you in?”

Omega’s engines revved in lieu of an answer and he blasted off from their porch. Sonic send Rouge a backward, two-finger salute before tearing off ahead of him.

She watched them go for a moment before closing the door. She backtracked to the living room and flopped backward across the sofa; gracefully and accurately landing with feet over the armrest and her shoulder against Shadow’s, eliciting a halfway resigned grunt.

“Omega should be in a good mood when he gets home.” She said idly.

“Hrm.”

Rouge shifted to grab a cushion and reposition her wings.

“You could’ve gone with them if you wanted.”

“I didn’t.” Came the slightly too snippy reply.

Rouge rolled her eyes and snatched the remote out of his hand.

“You have been sucker punching a lot lately.”

“Shut up.”

@generic-sonic-fan

#Sonic the Hedgehog #Some Guy #Shadow the Hedgehog #The Imperfect Lifeform #Rouge the Bat #E-123 Omega #Team Dark #fanfic #Thrown into the Void #this is halfway a vent about Shadow's shoddy shoddy canon characterization #halfway just a thing I wrote because it came to me and I needed to get back into putting out more words a day #even if the words aren't all dedicated to one story #might've also been spawned somewhat off a bad take on Sonic from IG #but it's IG what did anyone expect #feel free to grade me Measly #just miss the days when Shadow was Shadow #Before they killed him and replaced him with someone who's gradually morphed #into pre-Buu saga Vegeta

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speedofsoundsketches · 10 months

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I keep seeing criticisms of poor modern interpretations of Shadow as "Vegeta Shadow" and it's confusing because.... which Vegeta are y'all talking about here? You've seen DBZ or Super, right??

Vegeta was overly aggressive and a downright villain up until the Cell saga and partially the Buu Saga. His character arc led to becoming a family man, a friend and fellow protector of Earth. Shadow's initial concept was always meant to be the Vegeta to Sonic's Goku, it's in his original concept art sketch notes. Take Vegeta's arc as a whole and it fits Shadow's pretty neatly from antagonistic enemy -> aggressive rival -> well-adjusted, even friendly equal.

When Shadow's antagonistic with Sonic and co, it's usually because he's on a mission and perceives them as in his way, like his battle against Knuckles in Rivals.

But most of the times after 06, in Rivals, Generations, Forces, TSR, the TSR animations or Sonic Channel's short stories, he's often dismissive, maybe even abrasive, but not an ego-driven jerk. Sonic does agitate and annoy him, just not enough to the point he'll attack for that reason alone. He'd usually just prefer running off if he's ticked off enough. Unless there's a need to start a fight, he won't and is pretty composed otherwise. In fact, Shadow's good-natured enough that when Sonic's challenging him to a fun race or suggests they work together, he's willing to take him up on it without much arguing.

Are people mixing up their criticisms of Boom Shadow with Game Shadow? Because criticizing HIM for being a quarter-inch deep Pre-Cell Vegeta makes more sense but he's barely related to Game Shadow. Boom Shadow doesn't even HAVE a tragic backstory in the context of that series. He's just a brooding weirdo who lives alone in dank caves and has zero reason on why he's like that.

Anyway, I think calling poor portrayals "Vegeta Shadow" is a misnomer and missing the root of the problem. If they are trying to make him like Vegeta, seems they're only going off very early-Vegeta. It's most likely short-sighted writers only referencing SA2 to ShTH Shadow believing that's his entire character arc, ignoring Battle, 06 or anything else after that. :/

#shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #text #ramble #Zoomer Sonic #It's one of the strangest complaints I see for Shadow because it doesn't add up in the games #Game Shadow is pretty decent all things considered #The guy even went to Sonic's birthday and hung out with the gang after Forces so he's not against hanging out entirely lol #Shadow can be a tough character to write for because he's got unique nuances that separate him from Vegeta #But it's not that hard to watch his whole story-line throughout the games and see what he's about #Also I guess it seems IDW Shadow took notes more from Boom than the games so I guess that's also where this came up #oof #Boomer Sonic

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greentrickster · 3 months

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(leaning back in chair, feet on desk, hands folded on chest while staring contemplatively into the distance)

You ever see a character and just want to put them in situations?

(gaze shifts to Hazbin!Adam)

I like you, and I'd genuinely like to see you return as a sinner/demon/fallen angel just because I'm very much a fan of dudebros learning and growing and becoming better people. I think you have the potential to be fascinating.

However I'd also like to make a li'l plushie of you so I can go around and take pictures of you sitting in various trash cans I encounter. It would be good for you, build character and all that.

(And yes, this is what they're talking about when people mention 'the duality of man.')

#hazbin hotel #hazbin spoilers #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin adam #my thoughts #gonna be honest with you - he's kinda the worst but I also genuinely enjoy his story potential #he can go sit with my other trash favs (like Vegeta and Cobra Commander)#(not Raditz though he's not trash I love him too much to call him trash)

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risingsouls · 2 months

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So Momo, you mentioned before that Vegeta has complicated feelings about his race. What are they of exactly? Does he mourn the Saiyans being gone? Does he not care? Does he miss the role he was supposed to fulfill as prince, and eventually king? Are there other, obscure factors at play? Do tell, if you want to 👀

[Bless u Nebula for giving me a platform to discuss why I think Vegeta is more complex than we usually get to see.

This got long, so under the cut lmao

To start with the topic at hand, ideas of celebrating the Saiyans makes him itchy because it brings up all his repressed, complicated feelings about his race, most potently just the fact that they're dead. Thus, celebrating something like Saiyan day sounds really stupid to him. But I will try to delve into the depths of those feelings here and address your questions. And maybe some other thing if my mush brain can manage it.

Even though Vegeta has made callous comments about his races demise, up to and including basically suggesting they "deserved it" because they were to weak to stop it, this is all just posturing on his part. An attempt to act strong and unaffected in front of others, especially Nappa and Raditz who he was the sole monarch to after their planet was destroyed. It was also a way for him to cope that was easier for him since that was basically the Saiyan mentality: the strong survive, the weak don't. He just...tries not to think about the fact that the three of them were simply lucky to have been off planet. That they would be space dust with the rest of them if not for that simple fact. Most people, including Nappa and later Raditz, likely see through this, but they don't really dare to correct him. These days, he doesn't say these kinds of things; he's not trying to fool himself anymore, in other words.

That said, he does still mourn the loss of the Saiyans and his home. In truth, this is the first time in his life he's had the chance to, and parsing through it all has been an ongoing process. He won't admit to it or do it openly because of how he was raised, and might even suggest that he doesn't care anymore, but he definitely does mourn them.

As for missing his role as prince/king...I'm not sure if that's the way to word it exactly. In a sense, he didn't really want to be king because the role meant he would be stuck planetside more often than he would like. However, ruling the Saiyans was still his birthright, and it was one he wanted to SOME degree in that sense. It is still complicated though because, on one hand, he does feel he was denied that birthright and all that came with it. But at the same time, it's hard for him to care with the entire race he was meant to rule is dead + depression. So basically, he didn't necessarily want to rule, but that was still supposed to be HIS right.

Additionally, Vegeta feels he failed his people. He failed to save them, even if he was a kid. He failed Nappa and Raditz, the last two Saiyans he knew of before meeting Goku, even if that was partially his own fault for his callous behavior arguably learned from Frieza to certain degrees (I need to write about this again akdfjkladf). He basically feels like a failure who doesn't deserve his title as prince and, on the worst days, doesn't feel he deserves to call himself a Saiyan at all because he's sure his ancestors would be disappointed in him, what happened, and who he became.

The irony in all this is that, even if he were presented with the ability to revive them...it wouldn't be an easy yes for him (as seen in a thread I had long ago with @earthforsaken :'3). On the one hand, it's been so long. The nihilist in him thinks it would be pointless. He sees nothing good coming from reviving them and their planet. It's also about that last point of feeling like a failure. That he wouldn't live up the the high expectations the Saiyans had for him, especially since he had been beaten by Goku, a Saiyan of a lower class. He carries a lot of shame in himself, and he's certain he would see that reflected in his dead race's eyes. He isn't sure he could face that after decades of beating HIMSELF up over it all.

Overall, he is proud of his race. He's proud to call himself a Saiyan for the most part on most days. But between mourning them finally and his own perception of himself in regards to their demise and the like, things become a lot less rosy. He's working on it, on feeling that pride without the baggage attached, but it's not easy for him to do.]

#.:ask:.#// vegeta ♅#// headcanon ♅#this probably isn't everything I've thought on this topic #but he's sad #that's the moral of the story

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jazzystudios82 · 26 days

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His Lovely Rose - Chapter 8: The Confrontation

Previous. . . . Next Chapter . . . .

Location: Planet Earth. . . .

As it turned out, one of the children had something called a "tablet" with them in case they got bored and was trying to watch a movie, but it played an ad for an upcoming action flick in the process, and that was where the gunshot sound was coming from. After reassuring the guests that everything was alright, Bulma had decided to announce the bingo tournament she planned in the hopes that it would calm everyone down.

Far from the stage, Brier sat with her husband and friend at their table, playing with a fork that was on her right side. While she was curious to see what the bingo tournament would bring, Brier still couldn't get that weird crow's eyes out of her mind.

"-r? Brier, are you listening to me?"

The white skinned goddess stopped playing with her fork and looked at her husband. "I'm sorry, what was that?" "I just wanted to know if that crow-thing was still bothering you."

All Brier did was nod her head to answer him. "I see. Well whatever that thing is, it's gone, so don't worry about it anymore, ok?" Beerus told her. "You make it sound easy." Brier said. "But there was just something about it that seemed. . .not right. I honestly don't know how else to put it."

"Do you wish for us to talk about something else?" Whis asked. Brier nodded. "Alright then." Beerus said, not wanting to see his wife frown anymore. "Now, about that Super Saiyan God, I haven't sensed even a pinch of divine energy since we've been here. I was very much looking forward to meeting him."

"From doing what humans call 'mingling', I've learned that the only pure-blooded Saiyans are Vegeta and Goku." Whis revealed as he took a bite of spicy chicken from his plate. "The rest are only half-breeds and children at that."

"Really? In that case, why don't we just go to my fathers' home and ask for help." Brier suggested, slowly forgetting about the bird from earlier. "I'm sure that neither of them would mind."

"Really? Even Arum?" Beerus asked.

"Well, I'm going to head to the ladies' room." Brier said, practically avoiding the question. "Let me know when you boys are ready to go."

While Beerus didn't like that she ignored his question, he decided to drop it. “While we wait for Lady Brier to finish with her business, why don’t we go and take some food with us?” Whis suggested. “There’s this dessert they have called pudding."

"Huh? 'Pudding'?" Brier muttered softly. What an odd name for a dessert.

"I tried one myself, and I must say it’s most delicious. It has a subtle sweetness and a rich velvety texture that is absolutely to die for.” Whis added. This captured Beerus’ attention. “Really? Show me where they’re keeping this 'pudding' delicacy then.”

"At once."

After Brier finished using the bathroom, she was approached by Vegeta. “My lady, do you know where Lord Beerus and Whis are at?” Vegeta asked her. “No, I'm afraid not.” Brier answered. "You can probably find them where they give out desserts, seeing as they all had savory food up until this point." “I see. Thank you!” he said as he went to go find them. This allowed Brier to continue with her goal of finding Bulma so that she could say goodbye to her.

‘Now where is she?’ the goddess wondered silently. Brier’s gaze then landed on the blue haired woman, who seemed to be having a conversation with her friend, a black haired woman wearing a maroon colored dress.

‘There she is!’ Brier thought happily as she walked towards the two earth women. “Hello Ms Bulma!” she greeted as soon as the two finished speaking with one another. “Oh hi Brier! You seem awfully jolly.” Bulma said, amused. She was glad to see that she had gotten over the creepy bird from earlier.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Brier asked, confused. “Oh nothing. Anyway, this is my friend Chi-Chi.” Bulma said, introducing the two of them to each other.

“Greetings Ms Chi-Chi.” Brier said, offering her hand to shake, to which she did. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I hope that we can get along in the future.” Brier added with a pretty smile. “O-Oh, the pleasure’s all mine!” Chi-Chi said, sounding flustered. How could someone so polite and beautiful exist?

“Ms Chi-Chi are you alright?” Brier asked, concerned. “Your face seems to be getting a little red.” “Huh? Oh! I-It’s nothing serious!” Chi-Chi exclaimed, embarrassed. “Are you sure Chi-Chi?” Bulma questioned. “Yes, it’s fine! I'm probably just-” Brier’s attention went from Bulma and Chi-Chi to the two boys, Trunks and Goten. They had walked up to the two women and were about to speak, that is until they noticed the goddess’ presence and froze.

Brier got down to their level and said, “Hello there you two. How are-” “W-We’re so sorry miss!” Trunks interrupted, not only shocking Brier, but Bulma and Chi-Chi as well. “We didn’t mean to do that to you! We were just playing!” “Y-Yeah! Please don’t be mad!” they said at the same time, but Brier was able to hear them perfectly fine. “It’s alright. I know that it was an accident.” Brier told them reassuringly.

“You’re. . .you’re not mad?” Goten asked. “No. Why would I be?” Brier asked, but their attention went to Bulma and Chi-Chi when the both of them asked, “Wait, what are you two talking about?” “Yeah, Goten, what’s going on? What happened?”

“!” This caused the two boys to get nervous. So nervous that they both looked to the ground, avoiding their mothers’ gaze. This led Brier to come to their defense. “It’s nothing serious really. There was this little incident of sorts, and-” Suddenly, a loud crash interrupted her, causing everyone to look behind themselves to see what was the cause of it.

Much to Brier's shock, Beerus was being repeatedly punched by the chubby pink creature known as Majin Buu. “Oh my god! What happened?!” Chi-Chi exclaimed, her hands covering her mouth in shock. “I-I don’t know. . .!!” Bulma said, too stunned to move. “Brier, I'm so sorry about this! I swear that Buu’s usually much better behaved than this!” Bulma added, looking at the goddess. “I’ll tell the others to stop him before Beerus gets hurt!”

“Well I appreciate your concern Ms Bulma, it’s not my husband’s safety that we should be worried about!” Brier told her. Before Bulma or Chi-Chi could ask what she meant, Beerus threw Buu overboard, causing him to crash in the sea.

'I don't understand, he was in such a good mood earlier!' Brier thought to herself. 'What in Zeno's name made him. . .?'

Brier saw Whis near a sushi stand, so she quickly walked towards him and asked, “Whis, what happened?!” “The stall that was giving out pudding cups ran out, and the one known as ‘Majin Buu’ had several pudding cups that he was eating from. So Lord Beerus and I asked if he could share some with us, but he refused and Lord Beerus lost his temper, which resulted in the fight.” Whis said calmly.

“Of course that’s what happened. . .” Brier mumbled with a grimace on her face. Why? Why did that have to be the thing that set him off?!

In the blink of an eye, Majin Buu emerged from the ocean and flew towards Beerus, attempting to attack him once more. But just like last time, Beerus grabbed Buu by the arm and threw the pink being into a nearby food stall that was on the ship. “Well, we might as well go ahead and take some food with us. This planet appears to be doomed.” Whis said, nonchalant.

“What? Don’t you think that we should at least try to calm him down before we call it quits?” Brier questioned. “Honestly, I don’t think that there’s much I can do. But perhaps you’ll have a better chance than I.” Whis said as he walked to a nearby food stand.

“Good luck, my lady.”

‘Thanks for the help, Whis. . .’ Brier thought silently. Now while she knew that it wasn't a good idea to get attached to the residents of planets she and Beerus visit for obvious reasons, it was clear that these mortals were good people and didn't deserve to have their world destroyed over something so trivial. Now she had to think of a way to get him to calm down.

‘Now, how should I approach this? Maybe I should-’ Brier snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Beerus shout out, "Brier! Whis! Let's wrap this up! I'm gonna wreck this world and get on with the rest of my day!" Now while Brier herself didn't respond, Whis said, "Just a few minutes, my lord! I'm right in the middle of an order!" "Excuse me?! I'm not waiting! So you either get up here now or explode with the rest of this planet!"

"!" Brier had attempted to speak up, but was stopped when she saw a bright flash of white light. After the light dissipated, she saw a brand new individual, who seemed to be a fusion of the two half-Saiyans Trunks and Goten.

"Did someone order a superhero? 'Cause Gotenks is here to answer the call!" he announced, his voice a mixture of the two young Earthlings. As this "Gotenks" flew up to where Beerus was, Brier could hear Vegeta telling them to stay away and "defuse", whatever that was supposed to mean.

"Bad news, kitty cat. You shouldn't poop on a party when I'm on the guest list!" Gotenks exclaimed. "Now you've got about five seconds to start behaving, or the great Gotenks is taking you to school!" "Very funny kid, now move." Beerus said as a response. "Well, I warned you. But looks like school it will be!" Gotenks said, and then proceeded to say the name of an attack that Brier couldn't really keep up with. But it resulted in Gotenks punching Beerus directly in the chest, and just like Brier predicted, it did nothing.

Though this seemed to be a great surprise for Gotenks. "What?! No way!" ". . .Just curious, but was that supposed to hurt?" Beerus asked. Gritting his teeth, Gotenks began to launch multiple punches on the Destroyer with the hope that it would be effective, but it was just like before. But this didn't deter them anyway.

"I know the real reason why you're here, but it won't work! 'Cause I'll do whatever it takes to keep the Dragon Balls away from you!" Now this had piqued Beerus's interest, causing him to stop Gotenks's attacks by using his ring and middle finger to catch the Saiyan fusion's fist. "Dragon Balls, you say? Sounds like quite the delicacy." he said. "LET GO OF ME, YOU BULLY!" Gotenks shouted as he attempted to free himself of Beerus's grip. "ARE YOUR HANDS MADE OF STEEL?!" But Beerus ignored him and decided to ask about the so called Dragon Balls. "Now tell me, is it a type of pastry or is it a dish made of actual dragon parts?"

"IT'S NOT FOOD AT ALL, YOU DUMBASS! LET ME GO!"

Ignoring the "dumbass" comment, Beerus rolled his eyes and released his grip. "You don't play very nice, you know!" "I'm not your playmate, little one, and I don't have time for your childish games." As Gotenks was attempting to soothe the pain in his wrist, he exclaimed, "You're calling me 'childish'?! Look in the mirror, pal! You're the one who's throwing a silly fit because you didn't get to have some lousy pudding!"

"What. . .? Downplaying my dessert tragedy?" Beerus muttered.

Brier shook her head and covered her face with her hands. She knew where this was going and she didn't like it.

After Gotenks's de-fusion (and Piccolo, #18, and Tien tried to fight against Beerus), the Z-Fighters were all promptly taken out by the deity in a matter of seconds.

While they were being healed by the young Namekian known as "Dende", Brier had decided to once again think of a way to get Beerus to change his mind. Which wasn't easy once he decided on doing something. She attempted to get Whis to help her, but he was too focused on a dish called "sushi" to pay any mind to the situation. But she still tried anyway.

"Whis, can you please just-" "Like I said earlier, my lady, the only person Lord Beerus will listen to in these kinds of situations is you. I'm afraid that there isn't much that I can do." Whis told her. "But-" "And what is this called, good sir?" Whis interrupted, now speaking to the chef preparing his meal. "I-It's called 'sashimi', sir." "And this one?" "It's called-"

Brier didn't hear the rest of the conversation as her ears were filled with Vegeta’s warrior cry. He had attempted to attack Beerus, but he was unsuccessful in doing so. Instead he was forced onto his knees by the Destroyer when he put his foot on the back of his head. “Vegeta!!” Bulma cried out, having witnessed the whole thing.

“My my, is that your idea of power?” Beerus questioned with a sinister smirk. “Absolutely pathetic. And you Saiyans had the gall to call yourselves a “warrior race”. That’s what disgusts me about Saiyans. Too much bravado but you always let me down.”

“You know, your father used to buckle under my foot like this. Despite all that muscle flexing and fist waving, he couldn’t even scratch my heel. You and your father are exactly the same.” he sneered. “Weaklings who pretend to rule over an imaginary throne.” And what he added next nearly made Vegeta stop and freeze.

"Imagine how your mother would feel if she saw you like this. How disappointed do you think she'd be?"

“Beerus, that’s enough!” Brier shouted, her voice loud and clear. The destroyer stopped what he was doing, and walked back towards his wife. Brier attempted to speak again, but a sudden slap to her husband’s face prevented her from doing so.

'Who. . .? Who did that?' Brier wondered, panicking. Her ruby eyes looked from her husband's equally shocked face to see Bulma right next to him.

'Oh no! Ms Bulma, what have you done?!'

Bulma looked away from the cat-like deity, turned to Brier and began to shout. “Are you serious?! Now is the time you decided to stop him?!” Brier flinched at the sudden shouting. She was never really good with with people yelling loudly at her.

Brier took a deep breath and attempted to calm Bulma down. “Ms Bulma, I’m truly sorry for all of this, but I-” “But what?! You had every opportunity to stop your hot-headed husband from ruining the party, but you chose to do nothing! My family and guests got hurt because of him, so I want the two of you to get off this boat right now!”

"Ms Bulma, please listen to me!" "I don't want to hear any of your excuses!"

The party goers watched as Bulma continued to shout at Brier, who was hiding her clenched fists behind her back. However everyone, especially Vegeta, froze when they saw Beerus staring at Bulma, with an infuriated expression on his face. “B-Bulma, no!” Vegeta muttered. Bulma had finally noticed Beerus glaring at her. “If you have something to say, say it!”

Instead of uttering a single word, Beerus raised the back of his hand towards her. Both Brier and Vegeta immediately knew what he was about to do. “N-No Beerus! Please have mercy!” Vegeta pleaded. “Whatever you plan on doing to her, please do to me instead!!”

“Beerus! Please calm down!” Brier exclaimed. “Don’t do something that you’ll regret-” Beerus slapped Bulma’s face, causing the human woman to fly backwards due to the sudden force of it. Trunks and Goten immediately caught Bulma before she could land on anything and get hurt even more. “MOM!! Are you ok, say something!” Trunks exclaimed, worried.

Brier quickly walked towards the boys to check on Bulma. “I'm so sorry about all of this! Is there anything that I can do to help?” Brier asked the two. “You did magic earlier, right? Is there some kind of spell that you can use to help her?” Goten asked her. Brier nodded and looked at Bulma’s right cheek. Luckily Beerus didn’t use enough force to kill her, all he did was leave a red mark on her cheek. Brier raised her hand and muttered an incantation of sorts. In seconds, the red marking disappeared.

“She’ll be fine, but please be gentle with her. Take her somewhere safe for now. I'll make sure that my husband apologizes greatly for this.” she told them. Trunks and Goten nodded their heads and took Bulma away to a nearby chair to put her in.

Brier looked at her husband with a frustrated expression. Beerus froze immediately. He knew where this was going. "Now dear-" “Beerus! When this poor woman wakes up, you will-" ''What have you done?. . .” Brier and the others turned back to see Vegeta getting back on his feet. "Your Highness. . . .?"

“How could you?. . .What did you do. . .TO MY BULMA?!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, and subsequently transformed into his first Super Saiyan form.

This stunned everyone in the area, including Beerus. “Mark my words, Beerus! Mark them well! You’re going to suffer for what you’ve done!” Vegeta swore. He quickly flew towards Beerus and began to throw several punches in his way. Beerus was able to block them with just one hand, and punched him in the face when Vegeta attempted to kick him.

Vegeta returned the favor, which caused Beerus to fly away from the ship and towards the ocean, which is where they continued their battle. Their fight was creating violent waves in the sea, which was rocking the cruise ship and nearly threatened the safety of the passengers.

Brier then muttered a spell under her breath, one that would keep the boat steady. She looked back up in the sky and shouted, "Will you two knock it off and discuss this like the grown adults that you're supposed to be?!" "No!" they both shouted back, not taking their eyes off each other.

"Also, what's the big deal Brier?! Aren't you supposed to take your husband's side when something like this happens?!" Brier heard Beerus shout as he evaded Vegeta's punches. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Brier yelled, scaring everyone around her (except for Whis). "YOU TWO WILL GET DOWN RIGHT NOW OR ELSE I'M GOING UP THERE AND-" Brier stopped speaking when she felt herself getting a painful headache. It felt as if there were a thousand tiny hammers slamming against her skull.

'My head! It hurts!' Brier thought as she placed her right hand on the side of her head. 'I don't understand what's going on. Why is this. . .wait, do I need to feed already?!' Brier wondered. She began to think back to the last time she last had something to drink. 'Let's see. . .it was during our travel here when I-' Brier was brought out of her thoughts when she felt someone roughly put their hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, can't you get your husband to stop fighting Vegeta?!" a Namekian asked. From what Brier remembered, his name was Piccolo.

Brier's eyes then wandered to the veins in Piccolo's neck, and almost licked her lips. Realizing what she was doing, Brier attempted to control herself. She didn't want to launch herself at him and rip his flesh apart. "S-Sir Piccolo, was it? Like I said earlier, I'll get my husband to apologize to everyone and then we'll leave this planet. I just need a moment to-"

"Whatever it is that you need can wait!" Piccolo interrupted. "Everyone on this ship is has families that are getting scared and-"

Piccolo stopped speaking when Brier placed her hand on his and took it off of her shoulder, her grip was rather and her black colored nails were almost digging into his green flesh.

Before he could ask what she was doing, Brier looked directly into his eyes said in a menacing tone, "Do NOT interrupt me when I'm speaking. Like I was trying to say earlier, I'll get Beerus to stop as soon as I take care of something else. Do you understand?"

It took a lot for Piccolo to be scared of someone. And all this dainty woman had to do was turn her eyes completely red and speak down to him in a murderous voice. And what made it worse was that she had an unnerving smile while doing so. But he knew that if he didn't get her to stop Beerus, he could put the others in serious danger.

"Look, I don't want to start any trouble with you miss, but-"

"Stop. Talking."

"I-" "Lady Brier, there you are!" Whis interrupted, getting in between the two. The angel was quick to remove Brier's tightening grip on Piccolo and move her away from him. "Whis? What are you-" "There's something over here that I want to show you! I'm sure that you'll love it!" he told her with a smile. Although Brier could tell that it was not his usual smile. This one he had right now seemed rather forced.

Whis had Brier follow him behind a food stand and whispered, "My lady, I can see that you have a bit of a troubling situation at the moment. Is that right?"

All Brier could do was slowly nod her head, causing Whis to sigh. "I see. . .and Lord Beerus can't help you with your problem. That is quite concerning. If we don't do something now, who knows what you'll do to the mortals around you." The angelic attendant then did something that Brier didn't expect. He put his staff away and raised the sleeve on his left arm, bringing it close to her.

"Whis! Are. . .are you sure?" Brier asked. "You don't have to do this, you know."

"I know that I don't have to. But I want to. After all, Lord Beerus is a bit preoccupied at the moment to do this himself." Whis told her. "Now take as much as you need, Brier. I promise you that I'll be fine, so don't worry about me."

". . ."

Brier looked at the soft skin that Whis possessed, and swallowed the saliva in her mouth before she took hold of his arm and brought it close to her lips. "I'll be gentle. . ." Brier said to Whis with a sorry look in her eyes. She then opened her mouth to reveal sharp fangs, and softly bit into Whis' wrist. The angel slightly flinched at the feeling, but he quickly got used to it.

It didn't hurt at all, it was like getting a shot at the doctor. So it felt like a little pinch.

The goddess has tasted all sorts of blood in her long life. And to this day, there were only two beings in the entire 7th universe who had the sweetest and most satisfying to her. Beerus and Whis. But before she could take any more, another loud crash was heard.

"?!" Brier, even though was nowhere near done, stopped drinking blood from Whis, wiping the angel's purple colored blood from her lips and used a bit of magic to quickly heal the puncture wounds on his wrist. "Lady Brier! You still need to-" "I'm fine!" Brier told him as she went to see what was going on.

Whis sighed as he readjusted his sleeve and grabbed his staff. He then went back to the food stand he was at earlier. He should go see what chef had prepared for him.

Brier returned to see Vegeta on deck, his hair and eyes back to their original color.“Dammit, that was all that I had!” he exclaimed, slamming his fist on the ground. 'All he had? What did he. . .?' Brier looked up to see a big puff of smoke in the air. Did he shoot Beerus with energy?

The smoke cleared, revealing that Beerus was alive and well, with barely a scratch on him. “Was that really it? That certainly wasn’t the power of a Super Saiyan God. It was child’s play.” Beerus said. “With a blast that weak, it’s clear. You’re no rival of mine.” “What happened!? Dad was winning!” Brier heard Trunks exclaim.

Brier turned to look at the boy and saw Bulma had awakened. "Ms Bulma, are you alright?" Brier asked. "Yeah, I'm fine." Bulma replied, not quite looking Brier in the eyes. 'She must still be upset.' Brier thought to herself. "I'm glad to see that. Now I'll go and-" "Trunks and Goten told me about what you did to help me. And that you were going to tell Beerus off for what he did." Bulma told her, surprising the goddess.

"They did?"

"Yeah. So. . .I'm sorry. You know, for yelling at you earlier." Bulma said, truly sounding apologetic. But Brier didn't have a chance to respond, since Beerus made an announcement. "It has been many eons, you know, since I was even able to use ten percent of my power. Take solace that you were at least more entertaining than that Saiyan on King Kai’s planet.The time has come! I will reduce this planet to rubble!"

"!" Brier and the Z Fighters watched him carefully, waiting to see what he'd do. However, no one had expected what he'd say now.

“On second thought, maybe I won’t.” Beerus said, scratching the right side of his head in thought. ‘He won’t? But he was so determined a minute ago.’ Brier thought. What made him. . .wait, was it because of the food he had earlier?

“Destroying Earth would be quite tragic in a way. Your warriors here might be pitiful, but your cuisine is another matter. It’s simply among the tastiest things in the universe!” He declared. Bulma, having heard every word, was quick to come up with a distraction. “I-I totally agree, sir! It really is great, so it would be a shame to blow up the whole planet and not taste our other specialties!” she exclaimed. "There are others?" Brier mumbled to herself. To simply say, she was shocked to learn such a thing.

“What?! You mean there’s more?!” He yelled in shock.“Oh yeah, there’s way more of the tiny fraction of food that we earthlings make! Can you maybe please hold off on destroying our planet while we prepare you something?” “An interesting offer. Alright, I’ll give this planet a second chance!” Beerus declared, which made many of Earth’s inhabitants sigh with relief.

“Great. . .and how’s that gonna work exactly?”

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AN: So, uh. . . .if I didn't make it clear before, then I guess I didn't do a good job at hinting at it. So I'll just explain it here: Brier (and her whole species) drinks blood, and it's a main part of her diet. While her species obviously takes some inspiration from the Titans from Greek Mythology, there are still some creative liberties I took while I was brainstorming this whole story.

#dragon ball #dragon ball super #dragon ball fanfiction #beerus x original character #archive of our own #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #his lovely rose au #bride of the destroyer story #beerus #whis dbs #bulma briefs #vegeta #dragon ball oc #dragon ball au #alternate universe #writers on tumblr #ao3 writer

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