#[and with Cold's death at the hands of a Saiyan...]

[cxldtyrant]

send me a ✧ and my muse will bold all that apply to your muse - Closed

dragonwish asked: ✧ ((From King Cold. Also we need to rp at some point.))

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).  

[bones4thecats]

Goku's Child! Reader w/ Three Admirers

Characters: Zamasu, Goku Black, and Trunks Requester/Idea-Starter: @lelewright1234 A/N: You can tell which was my favorite to write for, lol. But, I do hope you guys like this! Credit to the linked above for coming up with this prompt! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Mentions of death, fighting, obsessive behavior - borderline yandere, unwanted physical touch, and war(??) ⚠️

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╚═════ Zamasu ═══════════════════════════════╝

🍵 When you first met Zamasu with your father, the Supreme Kai was surprised to see how polite you were. Unlike your father, you were more of a quiet and reserved being, but that didn't mean you were weak

🍵 You watched with Gowasu as the two fought, and Zamasu was surprised when you jumped in after your father and began to spar against him. Much like Goku, you had a very powerful aura, and this guy was having a difficult time keeping up without using almost his whole power

🍵 It was only when your match ended that you laughed and helped him up that Zamasu realized that you were Goku's middle-child, specifically his only daughter. You looked a lot like him, your matching hair (despite it being in a different style - like your uncle Raditz's), your build - though you were smaller because you inherited your mother's shortness, and your eyes. But, you were different by how you acted

🍵 Zamasu began to question mortals and their values not that long ago, but seeing how delicate you acted around the other deities, he began to ask himself one question; why were you so different from the others in his eyes?

🍵 But more importantly... why did he seem to feel his stomach and heart flutter whenever you would look at him and smile?

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╚═════ Goku Black ═════════════════════════════╝

🔥 You hated this guy with a burning passion. Not only did he wreck your entire home, but he literally killed so many of the people you cared for! If someone asked for you view on him, you would snap in rage before yelling your hatred for him

🔥 But, despite the fact that you so obviously despised him, Goku Black was head-over-heels for you. The way you fought against him just made his cold-heart beat run faster than any amount of adrenaline could make it

🔥 Black enjoys fighting against you, but he does hold his punches, as he, as the 'other mortals' say, "tangled in the gaze of your beautiful eyes on him". And I mean that. He'll see you look into his eyes and he'll grab your hand, attempting to get you in a waltz-like dance in the sky

🔥 Every time he touched you, he would feel his skin tingle in joy. You were so soft despite the long time of fighting, while his own hands were rough and slightly calloused from using so many attacks and tearing the surrounding world apart

🔥 The others were shocked when he would pick you up and hold you by the waist in the air, telling you how much he adored you and tried kissing you. You were stuck in horror, his guy looked exactly like your father! Hell, your Aunt Bulma called him 'Goku Black' for a reason! You just screamed and the past Goku had come up and kicked him away, carrying you down to the others gently, meanwhile Black glare at you and the others in rage. You were going to regret refusing a divine being...

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╚═════ Trunks ═══════════════════════════════╝

⚔️ You two grew up together, and your fathers trained with one another. It only took this connection to bring you guys together in a lovely relationship as you grew up

⚔️ That happy life was unfortunately interrupted with Goku Black came down to attack, and it only made it worse that your father died from the Heart Virus while your own adversary looked exactly like your now-deceased father

⚔️ Trunks was pissed whenever Black tried touching you, and you knew this. The half-Saiyan would lung and cause the other male to fly back, crashing into a nearby building while he checked you over for any wounds possibly delivered by the enemy

⚔️ When you both went into the past, you held your sword in shock. You never expected to see your father in so long, and honestly? It was amazing to hear his voice and get to hug the same man that you lost to such a painful illness

⚔️ Trunks liked seeing you actually happy and comfortable, ever since Black came around, you had hardened and became more like a warrior than anyone else. So, just watching you let that go made his love for you grow larger and larger

⚔️ As you two fought for the final time against Goku Black, Trunks merged his attack with you, which made Merged-Zamasu scream and begin melting even more in agony. And when it finally ended with Future Zeno erasing your home away, you finally got to put your weapons down and live a happy life with your beloved

⚔️ Before you left, you looked back at the young you and Trunks. They asked what you guys were in the future - like asking if you were still friends -, and you just smiled before your Trunks wrapped his arms around you from behind and kissed your cheek, making the young two of you gag with a hint of flush on their faces. You just chuckled and kneeled down to look at the two of them, leaving everyone with one final message from the future you

"Don't ever take one another for granted. You never know when another danger could come through and tear you guys apart. And don't ever, and I mean ever, allow Dad to use his Spirit Bomb on the garden. He did that when I was young and it almost blew up the entire yard..."

[dreadsuitsamus]

Will | Vegeta x Reader |

author's note: this is for the always lovely @miss-taura! i hope you're starting to feel better, or that you start getting better quickly!! rest and hydrate 🩷

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: saiyan!reader, illness, mentions of death, mentions of frieza doing frieza things

Anxiety clings to Vegeta's stomach as he marches to your room on the Frieza station— you weren't at dinner tonight. It's unlike you, unlike any Saiyan warrior, and worry nags the Prince to his bones.

Of the Saiyans left, you're certainly his favorite. The bar is low, with your competition being Nappa and the Radish-boy, but you're still quite the cut above them. And your lack of presence is irritating, rude, and above all worth a princely tantrum.

Pounding on your door, his patience is too worn thin to properly wait for an answer. You haven't responded with the half second between his harsh knocks, so obviously he's got every single right to invite himself in. It's dark but his scouter clearly marks your exact position in your bed, and he hears your soft groan as the light from the hall floods in.

"What the hell, 'Geets?" Congestion plagues your sinuses, and a fever leaves you with harsh shivers as you glare at Vegeta with blurry eyes.

Vegeta scoffs and narrows his eyes as he steps further in, kicking the door shut behind him. "More like what the hell is up with you. You skipped dinner."

You cough into your shirt, flopping down pathetically onto your pillow. "I'm not hungry."

"A Saiyan is always hungry." Vegeta's arms cross over his broad chest as he tilts his head— he's not sure if he's ever seen you sick, or anybody else on this ship, for that matter.

A cold trickle of fear suddenly drips down his spine; Frieza certainly would find no use in nursing any of his army back to health, and absolutely wouldn't tolerate a particular bug spreading amongst the force.

He can't lose you like this.

Too tired to argue with him, you wave a hand in Vegeta's general direction. "Leave me be, 'Geets."

Vegeta nearly growls— you're far too uncaring. Do you have a death wish? He storms out of the room and you're far too ill to wonder what's gotten into him before another terrible coughing fit assaults you again.

Your consciousness fades in and out, though the next time you come to for longer than mere seconds, it's at Vegeta's shaking of your shoulder. His touch isn't particularly gentle, the rare occurrence never really is, but you can feel his effort of holding back. "Mmm…?"

"Sit up and eat, and take this too." A platter from the dining hall sits on the nightstand beside your bed, and a small caplet is flicked your way.

"Where did you find medicine?" Throat scratchy and burning at even breathing, a soft cough follows your question.

"It matters not. Just use it."

So he broke an international law somewhere, got it.

Your legs rub together unconsciously, begging the resulting friction for warmth. A Saiyan rarely feels so chilled, but it's as if you're iced to your very bones. Vegeta's jaw ticks and he doesn't put much thought into the why before he's stripped off a glove and pressed the back of his rarely-revealed hand against your forehead. His memories of his mother are frighteningly fading, but that is one of the few that holds strong and he can clearly remember of his late mother. He was young and felt awful for perhaps the first time in his life, and her gentle hand measuring his fever did wonders as a cure compared to all the bedrest and tonics.

Your watery eyes meet with Vegeta's as he moves to touch each cheek, his knuckles dragging along your skin and bumping over your nose. Eyes guarded, he turns his head and pulls back his palm. "You're running a fever. Eat now, and take the medicine. You're to be cured by tomorrow, understand?"

This motherfucker is giving my illness orders!

Opting for a dumb nod, your attention focuses on what he's brought you. Nothing too capable of potentially upsetting your stomach, it's easy to devour even with your fatigue crawling back by the second and the shivering from your fever slowly icing you more and more. You can hardly even notice Vegeta's too-quiet demeanor as he stares a hole into the carpeted floor, though to not see such a stoic side of the rather bratty, barbarous man that typically wears a smile of evil would be impossible.

"Done." Voice hardly capable of more than a whisper now, you set the plate aside and, large pill laid out on your tongue, finish off the first of the gallons of water he's thoughtfully provided you.

"Rest." His order is swift and gruff as he turns to leave, but your voice, quiet and unsure, calls for him to linger just a bit longer.

"T-Thank you, V-Vegeta." The tremors of your body are harsh enough to make your teeth audibly clash together, and the thin blanket wrapped around you couldn't possibly be enough to dispel this fever.

Breaking the fever will allow the medicine to work, and a little sigh pulls from his lips. You certainly always manage to break down a barrier he places, and usually it's fully unintentional and unknowing. But he cannot lose the last woman in his life, the last of the Saiyan race, and that's what has him stripping to his underwear and climbing into bed with you.

"'Geets…"

"Speak not a word further. Rest." He grumbles and unravels your wrapped form, inserting himself under the blanket with you. The heat radiating from him nearly makes your head spin as you grab the Prince's body despite how unbecoming this all is. The touch of his body isn't exactly foreign, though it certainly is in the manner of comfort rather than the training you've always known.

Vegeta's hold is tight. It's his duty as your Prince to keep you alive, though the warming of his cheeks when he gets a glimpse of your sleeping face suggests to himself it may not be as noble as he wishes.

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 31: Face Sitting(I'm so bad...)

warnings/kinks: smut, face sitting, oral sex(fem receiving), Vegeta is soft word count: 0.5k pairings: Vegeta x Fem!Reader teaser: “Don’t worry about anything else, just focus on the pleasure.” taglist: @beneathstarryskies @loki-love @witchofcustom @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic a/n: Here we are, another Kinktober gone by! Hope you all enjoyed it!

Vegeta thinks it’s ridiculous that you find yourself so ugly. In his eyes, you might be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You are glowing, beautiful and just so precious. You remind him of simpler times and why he’s allowed to live on this earth without being sentenced to death.

When you first showed up in his life, he scoffed and brushed you off. He often gave you the cold-shoulder. But now, he was so in love with you. He wants to be able to show you just how much he loves and adores you. He even worships you at this point, which is saying something because Vegeta wants people to worship him, not the other way around.

When he mentions you sitting on his face, you blush and shake your head. You mumble something about yourself being too fat or too heavy. He laughs softly at that, which only makes you feel even more self-conscious about it. You turn away from him, looking down at your feet. He panics, thinking he’s done the worst.

But when he grabs your hand and makes you face him, you see the love he has for you in his eyes. So you begin to wonder if maybe sitting on his face to receive such pleasure would be a bad thing.

It all happens so fast, he’s got you on the bed, then he’s helping you hover over his face. Your clothes are stripped away from your body in haste as he spreads your pretty thighs. He needs to taste you.

“Don’t worry about anything else, just focus on the pleasure.”

You never knew him to have such tact for these types of things, but him coaxing you and helping you get over your insecurities helps you so much. You feel his warm breath on your pussy as he begins to help you lower yourself down onto his awaiting mouth. You whine when you feel his warm and adept tongue fluttering around your folds before he swirls it around your clit.

“That’s it,” he says in a muffled voice. “Let yourself enjoy this.”

His gloved hands feel so good on your thighs as he parts them. You let out a soft moan as his tongue plunges into your tight hole, trying desperately to get all the sweet nectar he can. Vegeta feels so hungry for you, and having you in this position really makes it easy for him to demonstrate his love for you but also his strength. To him this is perfection.

It takes little time for you to completely be lost in this pleasure. With his tongue expertly working your cunt, you begin to grind against the Saiyan prince’s face. He smirks as you begin to move against him, knowing he’s helping you let go of some of these insecurities.

It’s not long before you’re tugging at his hair, moaning desperately for release. Vegeta continues to lap at you, working your most sensitive spots. A few more swipes of his soft tongue and you’re brought to such an earth-shattering orgasm. Vegeta grunts as your juices begin to fill his mouth. Once you’re coming down from your high, you try to dismount him but he’s got you pulled down to his face once more.

“Did I say I was done with you, woman?”

[galexibrain]

WIP WEDNESDAY!

“You’re injured.” He has a huge bruise on his left cheek. His armor is gone but the suit underneath is mostly intact save for a few tears here and there. A few bloody cuts are visible underneath but Bulma has seen worse. It’s definitely nothing compared to the gaping hole in Trunks’ armor … Bulma should be used to death by now, but knowing this version of her own son has died once already … and more so … “Barely,” Vegeta retorts and continues on his way. Bulma sighs and gets up to follow him after getting some cold packs from the freezer. She catches up with him at the entrance of the bathroom. “Come on, let’s sort you out.” “Leave me alone, I don’t need you.” And yet you keep coming back here. “I know. But you might need this cold pack, or else your face will look like a pumpkin tomorrow.” She throws him the pack which he catches less effortlessly than usual which means that, while not being mortally wounded, he’s still pretty fucking thrashed. ____ “I am the Prince of the Saiyans, born to be the most powerful being in the universe,” he whispers, eyes burning with indignant rage. “I will not be thrown out.”  “Are you threatening me?” Bulma doesn’t know why she’s not afraid of him. She used to be, back on Namek, but here on Earth, with his entire life taken from him she quickly realized he was no threat. Not to her.  And now he can glare at her all he wants, balling his fists, twitching his muscles, and she feels not threatened at all.  It’s not like she trusts him. Heaven knows she doesn’t. But she knows with a certainty she can’t explain that Vegeta, maybe the most dangerous man on this entire planet, isn’t going to lay a hand on her no matter what.  But how about the other way round?  Instead of stepping back, she closes in on him too until their faces are uncomfortable close.  Vegeta already leans back. Non-violent physical proximity unsettles him.  “I don’t need you,” Bulma says to his face. “I have everything. A family, a son who is going to grow up into a hero, friends I would give my own life for, more money than I can spend, and I’m the smartest person on this planet. Gero built machines that gave you and Goku some serious trouble. I have building plans of several of them. Do you really think I couldn’t reproduce what he did? If I wanted I could build myself an android that single-handedly throws you into space. I’m not afraid of you. All you are right now is a nuisance. Getting rid of you would make my life a lot easier.” 

Some post-Cell Games Vegebul get-together. It's a rocky ride.

[ap-kinda-lit]

Saiyan Squad AU (part 1) ⭐️

The Saiyan homeworld is Sadala (because Planet Vegeta is ridiculous), but its capital city is Vegeta, where, of course, the royal family resides. Sadala itself is a conglomerate of Australia, Asia, and Africa and the Saiyans are a mishmash akin to the Spartans, Celts, Aztecs, and Mongols. Sadala is pretty much like a space version of Australia: it’s a chaotic death trap from its climate and wildlife to its inhabitants. The Saiyans are made up of clans and have a feudal system, but they all serve the one ruling monarch.

Saiyans act as mercenaries and hunters. Like Predator, they are best known for traveling galaxies to find worthy opponents to fight. They’re feared and reviled as a race of barbaric savages.

They also look more animalistic: they have pointed ears, sharper teeth, claws, and some fur on their bodies.

Saiyans have had a feud with the Cold Empire for a very long time. At one point, they were allied together but the Cold Empire looked down at the Saiyans and began to subjugate them, so the Saiyans started resisting which led to all out war. When Frieza came to power, he amped up the war. He killed King Vegeta III but spared his young son, Vegeta III, to make the boy his puppet king/child hostage.

The city of Vegeta’s center is where the royalty live, while its outskirts is made up of the slums the third class inhabit. This is where Raditz and Kakarot are born and live with their parents Gine and Bardock. Gine serves as a cook to the troops and the residents while Bardock is a captain of his own troop. Gine and Bardock both teach the boys about hunting but Bardock is mostly in charge of their combat training. The boys start their formal training at five-years-old and are put in the same unit as young king Vegeta.

Raditz is the atypical rough and crass Saiyan boy, but Kakarot is another story. He inherited Gine’s kind heart and good nature, making him seem as weak by most Saiyans. He’s unfortunately treated as an outcast and subjected to bullying from his peers. However, he’s passionate and hard-working and wants to become a great and strong warrior, like his big brother and dad, so he’s committed to training hard. It pays off and he makes enough progress so that when his father Bardock talks with the higher-ups he’s able to convince them to put Kakarot on the same unit as Raditz and Vegeta under Nappa, Vegeta’s guardian.

The Saiyan-Frieza feud reaches its turn years later, when Vegeta approaches age fifteen. By then, he’s old enough by law to rule on his own and he’s determined to break free from Frieza’s grasp. As Vegeta begins to secure his independence and throne and wiggle free, Frieza has become fed up with the Saiyans and sees them as a genuine threat. The final nail in the coffin is when he and his men consult the Kanassans on the future of Frieza’s reign. A Kanassan oracle foretells that Frieza will meet his end at the hands of a golden warrior, presumed to be the legendary Super Saiyan. Frieza straight away comes up with a diabolical plan.

To everyone’s surprise, Frieza not only agrees to Vegeta ruling independently, he also agrees to signing a truce with the Saiyans and ending the bad blood for good. In celebration, a formal coronation is held for Vegeta along with ecstatic festivities all over Sadala. Every Saiyan is recalled back to homeworld for the momentous occasion. However, Bardock and his troop stumble upon Frieza’s real plan: to get all the Saiyans together in one place, make them vulnerable, and destroy them all along with their planet altogether. Bardock’s team is attacked and killed to quiet them but Bardock survives and despite being wounded he races to tell everyone and save his family.

Bardock barely makes it back in time. Just as he’s warning the others, Frieza’s soldiers attack and Frieza himself forms a Death Ball to strike at Sadala. Saiyans desperately try to fight back and escape, but many are killed by Frieza soldiers and many more as the Death Ball collides and the planet begins to destruct. Bardock fights on while trying desperately to find his family.

During Sadala’s destruction, Gine and teenaged Raditz and ten-year-old Kakarot manage to find a pod, but it can only fit two of them. Gine makes the boys get in and go without her, assuring it will all be fine (she knows she’s probably not going to make it, but at least her children will be safe). Sadala finally explodes into oblivion just as Raditz & Kakarot make it to safety. Bardock barely makes it out in time. Gine doesn’t make it.

The Saiyans are thusly reduced to the brink of extinction as only a few thousand remain. Surviving Saiyans flee to a desolated planet to recover. This includes Vegeta, Nappa, Raditz, Kakarot, and Bardock (who barely made it out in time). Because of his wounds, Bardock is put in a comatose state in a healing tank for a few days.

In spite of the loss of Sadala and the majority of the Saiyans, Vegeta swears revenge on Frieza. All remaining Saiyans are ordered to group up and spread out across the galaxies. The war against the Frieza Empire is to continue by any means necessary. Saiyans resort to whipping up secret settlements on planets and fighting back via piracy and guerrilla warfare. The endgame is to tear down Frieza’s empire brick by brick and, ultimately, kill Frieza himself.

Vegeta calls on Raditz and Kakarot to join him and Nappa on his quest to hunt and kill Frieza. Vegeta initially doesn’t want to include Kakarot, whom he deems a liability, but acquiesces.

Frieza puts out a bounty on each and every remaining Saiyan, most of all on the “so-called King of Saiyans” Vegeta.

And so, the Vegeta Force moves out. But they become known as the “Saiyan Squad”. Vegeta and Raditz don’t like it, but Kakarot thinks it’s a cool name.

[radiantraditz]

I'm in the mood to talk about DBJ lmao.

I love Frieza, he's the most iconic DBZ villain and a fan favorite amongst many but man, I really wish they hadn't brought him back in Super.

Frieza's an emperor, with many planets, people, and more under his thumb. So what happens to his meritocracy when he's gone? With my WIP, DBJ, which would be my version of events after the Buu Saga, I decided to explore that "what if".

To put it simply, Frieza and King Cold's death would create a power vacuum. Or at the very least, the potential of one. I'll paint the picture.

The tyrant emperor invades a foreign planet outside his jurisdiction in hopes of becoming immortal. He nearly dies to a fighter of a nearly extinct race after losing his strongest fighters, with the emperor being the sole reason for their genocide. Because he's a mutant, his body manages to survive being mutilated and he's transformed into a cyborg and he's even stronger. The emperor, his father who was the former emperor, and an army heads to the home planet of the fighter responsible for almost killing him. No one from the ship returns or is ever heard from again.

Chaos ensues.

Whoever remains of the Frieza Force tries to keep things under wraps, in hopes that the planets that lived under Frieza's iron fist won't learn of this development and attempt to stage a coup. Gossip travels at the speed of light apparently, and things get shaky. Revolts are widespread and contagious, various other mercenaries see Frieza's former planets up for grabs, and rumors of other Saiyans, a clan of Herans, stronger than usual Namekians, and a pissed off Cerealian are lurking in the universe somewhere.

The only person left to inherit the empire would be his son, Kuriza, who's a bit too young (and possibly meek) to ever lead in such a difficult time. Frieza reluctantly had his son asexually, as part of the mutation it couldn't be avoided. Frieza figured his son could be a last ditch effort for immortality; should Frieza fall, Kuriza is to form a squad of soldiers to find a set of Dragon Balls to revive Frieza and grant him immortality. Kuriza had been aware of this fact since the day he started talking.

However, with a good majority of his father's men slain, plans to revive Frieza are put on halt. For now, the royal vizier and the generals suggest Kuriza attempt to save face and clean up the mess his father's death had caused. But he's still a child and can't measure up to fill those shoes.

He gets help from his uncle, Cooler, who Kuriza immediately notices is a bit too eager to be a bug in his ear. Many of Frieza's former men feel Cooler is a much better fit to take over, given his experience and strength. With his resources and warriors, he's able to regain some control.

Kuriza also realizes that Cooler has no plans on finding the Dragon Balls to revive Frieza. Kuriza wasn't too enthused with the idea either, but at least he was somewhat honest about it.

Kuriza doesn't want to be the tyrannical leader that his ancestors and uncle were. Kuriza believes that relinquishing their grip from the planets and returning their freedom to them would be an ideal situation. With Cooler taking charge, and other rogue Frieza loyalists scheming behind Kuriza's back, with his cousin, Firn, attempting to steal Frieza's resources to claim for themselves, Kuriza is all out of options. His hands are tied.

And when one of the Frieza loyalists manages to revive King Cold, Kuriza, Cooler, and Firn are all deer in headlights as the former emperor comes out of retiring with a thirst for vengeance.

And with King Cold's secret last resort, the Z-Fighters need to deal with him quickly:

[dragon-ball-au-idea]

Plague Doctor Frieza / Medieval AU

Plague Doctor Frieza / Medieval AU

World Background: This world is in a period of war and plague. There are gods in this world, and the curse of the King Cold (Duke Cold) family is related to them. Magic exists in this world. There is a legend of the seven Dragon Balls (the Dragon Balls of this world).

Holy Religion: This is a religious organization that controls the world. The holy knights who kill Saiyans come from their hands. The Duke Cold of this world was killed by their holy knights. They hunt Saiyans and people with the curse of King Cold's bloodline.

Frieza, who has the ability to heal, was born into a wealthy noble family but is now fallen on hard times. Due to his healing ability, he is considered a witch. He carries the curse from his bloodline. He, like his original self, has a tail. His right eye is red, and his left eye is golden. He has white hair with some purple highlights. Frieza's lineage curse gives him a tail, a red right eye, and a golden left eye. His father, King Cold (Duke Cold in this world), and his brother Cooler also have tails and red right eyes, as well as different powers. The special powers come from the curse. Despite not being a good person, Frieza is a good doctor. Frieza is a good doctor not only because of his skills but also because of his personality and his professional ethics as a doctor. Frieza is self-taught in medicine; he is a medical genius. Frieza excels in all medieval noble skills, including swordsmanship, horsemanship, and leadership, among others. This demonstrates his versatility and adaptability, as well as his ability to integrate into the social structure of the time. He takes pride in his healing abilities and uses them to help people, but this also exacerbates his sense of isolation and alienation. His curse is related to his familial bloodline and grants him special powers, making him stand out among his peers. He is a wandering doctor. He is a benefactor of Raditz and Kakarot. He is Raditz's teacher.

Cooler is a warrior and a mercenary. He has a mercenary group, of which he is the leader. His unique powers related to the curse influence his combat abilities. Cooler has a group of mercenaries under his command. The curse that gives him a tail and unique eyes affects his combat abilities. He is a skilled warrior, but he will accept mercenary work if the pay is right. Due to the influence of the curse, Cooler is more aggressive and eager for battle than his other family members. He is more willing to engage in combat and doesn't mind using violence to achieve his goals. Before the downfall of his family and the death of his father, Cooler was a conservative, traditionally religious person. He adhered to certain values and beliefs from a young age, making him a more conservative and traditional figure. This contrasts with his aggressive mercenary nature and his powers related to the curse. So before the downfall of the Cooler family, he was a conservative, traditional, religious person. Before his life changed dramatically due to the loss of his father, he adhered strongly to ideals and traditions. Cooler harbors jealousy towards Frieza for reasons related to their curse. This can lead to friction between them, especially if Frieza's powers are deemed more useful in certain situations. Cooler excels in all medieval noble skills but not as much as Frieza. He is very skilled in swordsmanship and horsemanship, skills in which he rivals Frieza before becoming a warrior. After becoming a warrior, he surpasses Frieza in both swordsmanship and horsemanship. Cooler takes great pride in his warrior skills, especially his swordsmanship and horsemanship, and he often challenges other warriors and knights to duels. Due to his curse, Cooler often acts impulsively and obsesses over finding and killing those responsible for his curse. This makes him rash and impulsive while also making him stubborn and determined. Cooler is a proud and noble warrior, but his combative nature and recklessness make him difficult to work with. He is also quick to anger and easily provoked by those who oppose him. Cooler is the elder of the two brothers.

Medieval Version of Frost

He is the youngest son of the twin brothers King Cold (Duke Cold). He has a tail just like his original self. Both of his eyes are red because he fully embraces the power of the curse. He has shapeshifting abilities due to the curse. Frost sees the power of the curse more as a blessing. When he fully embraces the power of the curse, his shapeshifting abilities become stronger than before, but his personality changes because of the power of the curse.

Before Frost fully embraces the power of the curse, he is a people-pleaser who wants to be accepted by society. He is submissive and insecure, longing to be loved and seen as useful to the world. He is too eager to be accepted and willing to overlook his own desires and needs.

Medieval Version of Goku (Kakarot)

Goku has deep brown hair and golden eyes. Goku is a child who wanders the world with his brother Raditz. In this world, Saiyans are viewed as werewolves because they turn into Great Apes during the full moon. His parents were killed by the holy knights of the Holy Religion. Goku cut off his tail to stay alive. Goku and his brother Raditz are hunted by the holy knights of the Holy Religion.

Medieval Version of Raditz

Raditz has long hair with a black-to-white gradient, with his left eye being golden and his right eye being golden-green. He is a teenager who wanders the world with his younger brother Goku (Kakarot). Due to magic, he has special hair and eye colors (perhaps due to a curse or blessing). His parents were killed by the holy knights of the Holy Religion. Raditz and his brother Goku (Kakarot) are hunted by the holy knights of the Holy Religion. He is excessively protective of Goku (Kakarot). He is very intelligent and learns new things quickly. Upon meeting Frieza, he becomes Frieza's apprentice and decides to wander with his brother and Frieza.

[theinfiknight]

ASKS BE UPON YE!!!!!

1, (post a pic of ur current favourite blorb) 4, 7, 11, 27, 35, 40, 49, aaaaaaaaaaaaand 56!

Ok ok I've put this off long enough

1) Selfie of me:

Me with the pals (the post never specified the selfie had to be irl)

4) What are you looking forward to

Weeerrllll, I might eat some real nice spicy korean noodles tomorrow and even better, I might get to read the Avatar Roku novel next week! Yippee!

7) What was your life like last year

Hmmmmmm, kinda bad actually. I had taken a gap year from college to try and start HRT but couldn't find a single psychiatrist willing to take me seriously. I was basically just rotting away in my room while also running around the city humoring people who were trying to psychoanalyse me with an archiac and invalidating framework. Things are a lot better now in comparison.

11) Are you listening to music right now?

Yeah! It's Keiran's theme from Pokemon scarlet violet. My favourite pokemon rival since N

27) Things I hate

Hoo ok. Brace yourself.

Power outages. Hot food that's gone cold. People who are thoughtlessly mean, people hating on something you like after you told them you like it. People who live entirely inside their own heads. Random old men for some reason being allowed to decide your life. The inevitability of entropy. The fragility of human existence. Stupidly low catch rates on pokemon (whyyyyyy does magby or mantyke or sudowoodo need to be nigh uncatchable). The after effects of colonisation that define my life. Planned obsolescence. Vanilla ice cream. The fact that anything you can think of has been done better by others before you. People who spread hate and fear on an industrial scale for personal gain. Stories that treat characters as archetypes or plot devices instead of people. Random old men for some reason deciding that people on the other side of the earth need to die and then directly causing their deaths and facing no consequences for it. Comphet. The way Fushiguro is being treated in jjk. The way Sasuke and Sakura were treated in Naruto. The trivialisation of super Saiyan god immediately after it was introduced. Wasted potential. Random chance. The lack of any sort of higher justice. The fact that you have to pay separately to access Nintendo online services. Paid dlc that costs more than the base game. The short lifespan of hard drives. Too much nutmeg. The fact that you can randomly lose abilities you've had all your life. The Police. JKR. The power parents have over children. The anime pervert trope. Gender essentialism. What the main continuity Marvel comic writers have been doing to Spiderman for the last few years. The inevitable enshittification to the point of unusability of every company we rely on for society to function. The stock market. The intricacies of punctuation. The desecration and reanimation of long beloved works of art for the sake of short term profit. Monopolies. Teachers who do not see students as people. Generative AI. The incredible height of the skill ceiling of today's industry standards. The power shareholders wield over public utilities. Authors who cannot or more often do not bother to write female characters as people. People who treat real world problems like thought experiments. The fact that scissors get gradually less usable with time. Doctors who can no longer see humans as anything but cases. The disproportionate power of the USA. Having to 2D animate. Guns(sorry, I know you like those). The oversaturation of absolutely everything. Surveillance cameras. Visas. The trend of making characters who had bad parents also end up as bad parents to their kids. People's egos. Games with chairs and benches that do not allow the player character to ever sit. Organised religion. The pokemon diamond and pearl remakes. Songs that require more than two hands to properly play on the piano. Airport security. Gender segregated queues. Things that were once free, now costing money. Social media algorithms. Myself.

So yeah. You asked.

35) Favourite subject

Mildly embarrassing because I don't have very much in depth knowledge on any one subject but I have surface level knowledge of many. So my favourite subject would be maybe Pokemon or well done high fantasy. Or really just any engaging story with characters that feel organic. Bonus points for a well thought out magic system, more points if the story actually has a message, and even more points if the writing is smart, funny and well thought out. Needless to say I consider Terry Pratchett to be the absolute peak of literature.

40) Favourite memory

Ooh this is a tough one. Hmmm.

The exact moment when you defeat Giratina in Pokemon Legends Arceus and you think the battle is over and then the flatline plays and the music changes into its Pokemon Platinum theme and it turns into its Origin Form and you're just there staring at the screen and physically yelling with excitement.

Apart from that I had some pretty good times back when I lived in hostel, staying up overnight playing smash bros with my two then best friends. I miss those guys and those times.

49) Where I want to be right now

Honestly I'd be entirely satisfied being exactly where I am now, only without the uncertainty ruling my life.

Aaaaaaand

56) Favourite foods:

Buldak noodles, naan and paneer butter masala, a good spicy burger with spicy mayo and jalapenos, anything chocolate based that's well thought out, chilli chipotle chicken rice bowl, nachos with salsa, a nice spicy paneer or chicken wrap, chilli mushrooms or baby corn, Lotus stem when it's prepared dry, underbaked chocolate cake with ice cream, a nice spicy salad, just chilli paneer/chicken in general. Also a decent pizza. Or a good spicy vegetable sandwich.

[carnal-lnstinct]

All My Soul Within Me, Burning. - II

Content: dbz crossover - inspired fic ( fnaf inspired ). android saga "what if" au ( post cell games). memory loss / recovery. possession. drabble w/ little plot. not completely proofread. characters: au!android 16 / raditz, dende, piccolo Warning: canon typical violence, referenced character death, implied existential crisis, soft angst

I will put you back together. / Leave the demon to his demons.

How beautiful, how powerful, the bright full moon. She's useless for him now. inevitably, utterly useless. Its eminence could only be enjoyed with his eyes as it gave him nothing else. He dared to watch the moon long enough for nature to take its course only to come out of his thoughtless trance with an appreciation for the way the stars speckled the darkness from the Earth instead. There aren't many places he can remember carrying a sight like this. Except for one. The errors, the thing, inside struggling against his programming recollects instances of a sky where only the stars thrive. Enough to light the lands of Planet...It's gone.

Visions that come and go as forgotten thoughts returned to him when he least expected it, places and faces he could not know beyond his initial activation in Dr. Gero's lab and the intel he was programmed with. But all of the unknown was begging to be acknowledged, identified, and accepted. The same pattern of thinking that was shaken loose after the Brief's refurbishing and which brought him back to The Lookout over the Earth. Here is where he has mused upon the night sky, it's where it felt closer and more familiar. Watching the moon and waiting for his metamorphosis, but lacking the means to do so.

Dr. Gero is dead. Cell is dead. K̸̨̧̦̯̜͇͍̬̟̰̗̹̀͋̐̍̔̄̀̕͝a̷̲̙̥̟̪̼̳̺̳͇͛̿̈́͆͑͜͜ͅk̸̡͍͓̟͔̻͈̮͇̜͊͒̒̔̓̍̿͆̕͝͝a̵͕͖͚̟͓͐̈́͌̇̎̽̅̓̿̈́ͅr̸̛͍͋̊̂̈́͝ŏ̵̖͔̥̜̙̲͆͝ţ̶̠̟̦̥̹̠̝̹̳̱͇̔͑̔̊̆̊͂͂̍͂͛͘ Son Goku is dead. Android 17 and 18 are missing.

What happens now?

Perhaps he should return to Dr. Brief and Bulma. Those who made him useful again. Whole. There is some loyalty to that kindness. So...he will serve again. What else is there? What else is left...

It's just him.

And there it is again, suddenly, screaming and fighting and raging through the programming. The bio-android lowers his gaze from the twinkling sky and his hand is drawn to the lower part of his sternum where his skin and casing seamlessly blend together. He remembers his reflection, seeing the cold blue eyes staring back at him in the mirror as he inspected his repairs. He remembers his reflection...a dim illumination as he stared out of his pod's windscreen anticipating his landing. His other hand now reaches for the back of his head, tugging the ribbon binding back the long, wild mane and freeing it all in a swift pull. For once, the android empathizes with its intruder's struggle to exist. Dreaming of what it once was, and what it could continue to be given control. A purpose.

"..Me." Android 16 breathes and closes his eyes. A warmth fills his body and all the weight it carries with it, merging itself with him. What else is there, after all?

This trapped spirit refuses to let go of its body, watching his own corporeal form be pulled apart and put back together again and again, made into something he is not. Mocking its very nature. No longer content to serve those who abused his loyalty or those who stood by them. Unable to see past his agony anymore.

Despite what he has become, saiyan...android...an abhorrent combination of the two forced to live again, "It's still me". His soul makes that clear. It will not leave and it will not rest. Despite everything taken and denied from him...

"Android 16." The young guardian of Earth emerged onto the platform, unable to detect the body of the mostly artificial being standing near the edge so he was surprised that anyone other than Mr. Popo was here so late in the evening. "I wasn't expecting you. What are you doing here so late?" Innocently asked in his unsuspicious approach.

The tall android tilts his head and looks over his shoulder, casting his piercing blue gaze down on the namekian boy. Reminded of his undoing; the one who caused his death while his so-called brother allowed it to happen. The catalyst of his unmourned fate. As his fists clenched into a tight grip, the vibrant color of his artificial eyes became pitch black, tiny white dots where his pupils would be stared down on Dende.

All he wanted now was his revenge. This desire, he will serve loyally.

"Namekian." He turned slowly, imposingly. A twitch in his head and his forearm. What Dende could not sense in his body, he immediately detected in the haunting leer and rough tone. Raditz making himself known. It was quick, the way he lunged forward at the inklings of Dende's retreat and lifted the boy off his feet, hanging him in the air by his large hand wrapped around his neck. Enough pressure and he would take their greatest hope away from them. The dismantling of their peace— defining his liberation from those who gained his "avatar's" solidarity— would stick.

The data perpetually computing in his mind made him aware of his risks, and compared his power to those who championed over Cell. But his rage could not fathom the warnings. He knows his limits and he would just take as many down with him as he could. No greater victory than the pain they can't undo as was done unto him. Tonight, he is immortal. Kakarot has already escaped his fury. But Piccolo, he will be sure to torment the most with this little one.

"Call him. Piccolo." He commanded with a strained, uneven tone with a grin rising in his features making the twitches in his body more menacing. "Bring him to me."

[oc-lootcrate]

Sanow knew from a young age who he wanted to be—what he wanted to do—from the moment he watched his father’s lifeless body drop to the ground in front of him by the hands of that tyrant “Frieza”; it was a strange feeling at first, this almost admiration that began to flow through him mixed in with the strong feelings of fear and horror as he realized that the weak would fall to the strong, and those with power would always be the ones in control, no matter how hard they fought against it. At the time, he had merely slapped a hand over his twin brother’s mouth before he could scream, staying crouched behind a nearby rock formation with Hale pulled close to him, silently praying to whatever otherworldly being was out there that the two weren’t found and met with the same fate.

That event alone years ago was what shaped him into the being he is today, a creature that taught himself from a young age that playing dumb would get you exactly where you needed to be in order to gain the trust of those around you, getting you in the perfect position to strike and make it known that you would be the one in control. Day in and day out of watching the assortment of “friends” that he and his brother had gotten close to, putting on his same dopey smile and cheery disposition that had the lot of them eating right out of the palm of his hand. With this lot, he didn’t have to lie about just how much he hated Frieza, telling them time and again the revenge he had in store for the being as a little more of his façade dropped, only for him to sigh and wave it off as him wanting to avenge his father.

No, he didn’t care about his father anymore.

He was going to take Frieza’s place.

Sanow’s saving grace would be Frieza’s own hatred for the twins’ group of friends, especially the saiyans he found himself fighting again and again; if it weren’t for the lot of them drawing the Frost Demon back to them, Sanow would have to go out of his way to find Frieza himself, and that wouldn’t end well for him in the long run. He’d been planning it for ages now, watching as Frieza and the saiyans gained form after form to one-up the other, seeing the destruction they left in their wake after every fight. It was always the two strongest that seemed to fight Frieza; Goku and Vegeta, while having different reasons for doing so, never backed down from the opportunity to beat the Icejin into the ground.

All Sanow would have to do was wait.

Yes, all he would need to do is find a way to lead the tyrant back to Earth and right towards the two saiyans, watching as they once again went all out to battle to the brink of death until one side was declared the victor. They wouldn’t see it coming, really, should Sanow take advantage of them while they were weakened from battle, beaten and tired as he came from hiding and finished them off himself. He could already picture the expressions on their faces, that thought alone sending a shiver down his spine that he had to wave off as “cold chills” to the same ragtag group of people he was plotting the demise of, picturing the way their faces would twist in the same fear and horror he’d felt when his father was murdered by Frieza all those years ago for defecting.

For now, however, he would sit back in his chair at another of Bulma’s parties while those around him chatted away, none the wiser to the thoughts that plagued him every waking moment of his life now. And even as he was handed a beverage from the blue-haired earthling woman and given a friendly pat on the back from that shorter bald earthling as he struck up a conversation, taking them both with the same smile he’d been faking for years as his tail moved in devilish glee on its own just beside his ankle, he couldn’t help but wonder what they would all look like when he was in control.

[cxldtyrant]

@earthforsaken asked: "Hey... Cooler, right? I'm not sure if we've officially met; I think we mostly just know each other by reputation — by the way, sorry about the whole killing-your-brother thing. Bygones, right? You don't seem like you liked the guy very much."

"Anyway... all that to say, there's been some discussion circling around regarding the fantasy of being bitten by an Arcosian royal such as yourself during the throes of physical passion. It's probably a bit presumptuous to lead with that, but I figure there's no harm in being upfront about my interest. I'd be more than happy to get you a drink and hold an audience with you first, if that sweetens the pot any. What d'you say?"

The eldest son of King Cold was most certainly aware of who the blond-haired warrior was. His scarlet eyes became affixed with a predatory gaze upon the Saiyan that had slain his kin, struck by the sudden, intrusive thought of piercing his skull with a death beam between his eyes before he even finished his sentence. However, Cooler kept that volatile urge repressed as he continued to listen to the Saiyan, his tail motioning erratically as cruel smirk curled over his lips.

This was an interesting development, indeed. Who would have imagined his family's killer would have thrown himself so eagerly into the embrace of death?

Cooler released out a low chortle, his tone thick with vehement mirth. "Well, well. I was not expecting a Saiyan, of all things, to be interested in such fantasies. Certainly not with the brother of the man who eradicated your people," the Prince mused, bringing a hand to his chin in a thoughtful manner. His gaze was gleaming maliciously. "You wish to experience my bite, do you? To feel the venom of my heritage freeze your blood cold, shutting your body down as the seconds tick by, rendering you completely helpless within my grasp? Does that tempt you, Saiyan? To be so powerless before me?"

[hopefromadoomedtimeline]

He doesn't bother asking before he takes a portion of the bread to eat, halfways expecting the worm to say something but if their last scuffle was anything to go by; they might be wiser to not engage with him in another fight. Either way, a fanged smirk displayed itself as he bit into the loaf. - Broly

Trunks was not a prideful man, and there were times that he was able to display much more patience most would have in certain situations. Although neither of those aspects of him seemed to matter as Broly had managed to truly get underneath the hybrid's skin with a few simple actions, and yet there was nothing that could be said about it. ...Well, that was not necessarily true, now was it? Trunks could think of plenty to say as he glared up at the giant mountain of muscle of a Saiyan, he could ask him if he were really be so petty as to simply snatch something that he was already giving away.

But he knows Broly knows of the annoyance he had caused so effortlessly. But he also knows the other man simply just doesn't care. It frustrates him because they both knew the mountain of muscle quite easily outpowered him, but also did not need a reason to attempt to beat the life out of the swordsman if he felt like it. While there was no outcome he could foresee that would end in Trunks's favor, the main reminder to refrain from confronting the Legendary Super Saiyan would be that getting into a death match with a maniac for a piece of bread was simply not worth the time or energy.

Instead, a cold glare would be shot back at the other's smirk, a frown turning into a scowl as his grip tightens on one of the remaining loafs in his hand, and unknowingly squishes parts of it as his hands ball into fists.

It wasn't worth it to get into it. He'd accomplish nothing...

And yet...

"I didn't think you'd feel such confidence--"

There was no stopping now.

"At taking something from me that was already free."

[dreadsuitsamus]

Is it possible that you could write a story with Broly crying over the death of his father, which he blames himself for, and the reader comforting him? Please?? He's my favorite character!

author's note: i hope you like the story! admittedly it is harder for me to write broly than vegeta, as my only experience with him is as he was in dbs broly. however i'm sure if i keep at it it'll come to me easier over time. i will be using the same 'universe' as the one i did the headcanons on, which can be read here and this can be seen as a continuation of that relationship.

pairing: broly x fem!reader

warnings: sad broly :(

Cry On My Shoulder | Broly x Reader |

"Hon?" You ask softly, knocking on the bedroom door. "Dinner's gonna get cold..."

There's a pause, and you're sure you hear a sniffle. "I'm... I'm not hungry."

You sigh softly. "Hon, you gotta eat. You haven't had anything to eat all day long now. You'll start getting weaker."

Goku had visited recently while Broly was asleep (poor thing was sick and got more sleep than he had in a while) and you asked if he could try and explain Saiyans in further depth than what Broly could. He grinned and suddenly blipped away, coming back with a man he introduced as Vegeta, and after they bickered, Vegeta finally was able to teach you all about the Saiyan race.

And one of the big things was a Saiyan's appetite and how important it is to eat to keep their energy and strength up. So Broly going a whole day without a meal was terrible for his health, even if he didn't have the urge to fight like the rest of his race had.

You're met with mere silence, and with only a little shame, you whine and turn on the crocodile tears. "Broly please... I'm worried about you... Please come eat."

The door opens and Broly stands tall before you, real tears in his eyes and on his face. You're taken aback for a brief moment, not expecting the crybaby tactic to work so quickly. But when you see the tears in his eyes, you cup his face and actual tears of your own form.

You have never seen Broly cry like this. He looks absolutely heartbroken with a runny nose and tears that don't stop streaming.

"Honey..." You whisper, brushing your thumb along his scar. "What's wrong?"

Broly picks you up to his level and buries his face in your neck, his tears wetting your neck and eventually chest as he cries. "Honey..." You whisper pitifully and hold him, rubbing his back and kissing his temple. "Let's talk about it."

He moves to the couch, refusing to let you go. He's sniffling and shivering, absolutely sobbing against you. You whisper sweet nothings to him, playing with his hair and squeezing him against you as much as you can.

"My sweet Broly... Oh darling, tell me what's wrong... I hate to see you like this."

Broly soon tires himself out, unable to produce any further tears. His arms are weak and he lets you go, so you take the opportunity to quickly warm his dinner back up and bring a plate over. After settling onto his lap again, you get a forkful of rice and hold it to his mouth.

Your eyes meet Broly's, and he looks so tired and defeated. You set the fork down and cup his face, leaning in and kissing his cheek. "Just one plate. That's all I'm asking for, love."

"Okay." He whispers and is quiet while you feed him. He obliges you and even though he's eaten far less than he normally would, you consider it a win regardless and thank him once the plate is empty. You lean over and set the plate down on the coffee table and then snuggle against him, your hand resting on his chest.

He's gotten some strength back and moves his arms around you again. His face is still so sad and crestfallen, but this time he speaks. "My father died at this time of year."

"Oh Broly..." You move to your knees, straddling and hugging his face to your chest. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

His fingers dig into your sides after he's wrapped them around you again. "Because it's my fault! I killed him! My father!"

His grip is starting to bruise. The back of your mind begins to panic. What Broly is also came up when you spoke to Vegeta, and since that day you began making fewer attempts to go outside the cave so Broly wouldn't feel on edge and potentially go ballistic if something went wrong.

You wince. "I... Broly..."

He gasps when he realizes he's hurting you, letting go immediately and unceremoniously pushing you to the couch cushion before standing and backing away. Your ass has not touched these cushions in so long that it just feels wrong, and the panicked look in Broly's eyes is nothing but terrifying.

"No... I-I hurt you."

"No, you didn't!" You hold your hands out. "You didn't, Broly. You could never."

"I did it to my own father." He whispers, tears falling down his cheeks, stepping away when you take a step forward.

"Broly, no. You didn't hurt me and you never have."

"It was when I fought Goku and Vegeta. A stray blast hit my father and killed him."

You push your lips together and take a deep breath. "You didn't mean to. Intent matters, baby."

"He's dead! Nothing else matters!"

Okay, this isn't going to work out. You rub your sweaty palms on your sweatpants. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry for what happened, Broly." You sit back down on the couch and hug your knees to your chest. "Just... Please calm down."

Broly stares for a moment, taking a shuddering breath and sitting beside you on the couch. "I... I'm sorry I lost my temper. I love you."

You put your hand on his. "I love you too. Why don't... You tell me about your dad?" You bite your lip and hope redirecting his energy to be more positive gives the desired effect of cheering him up. Memory lane always works for you, anyway.

Broly perks up a bit. "He was strict, but only because he loved me so much. He wanted me to be strong."

You smile a little. "He loved you a lot then, huh? You're so strong! I bet you could pick up my ship if you tried."

"Easily." He says softly, a light blush on his cheeks.

"Yeah, that's right. It would be pretty easy for you. Tell me more about him?" You stand and go to the kitchenette as Broly begins telling stories. He's got forty years worth of stories to tell, and you fix him plate after plate of food while he tells you each and every one.

Your eyes are tired by the time he's wrapping up, blinking slowly but doing your damnedest to stay awake and listen to every word. Broly notices, however, and ends his storytime to take you to bed. You snuggle up to him and hum softly.

"Thank you for sharing with me." You mumble to his chest, sighing softly when a large, warm hand is placed on your upper back.

Broly kisses the top of your head and smiles in the dark room, closing his eyes. "Thank you... For helping me feel better."

"I love you." You say simply, kissing his chest.

"I love you."

More, he thinks.

[kxkarot]

[ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out

𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺

Wounds ache and bleed, there is devastation as far as the eye can see. The land is in ruins after the latest battle, the enemy abrupt, sudden and without any warning. There was no preparation, no way to adjust. Any advantage had been thrown to the winds like dust. He hadn't expected it, not when he'd been out alone, unaware to the danger coming to land directly upon him, oh how he'd fought. The burning sensation in his shoulder as he pushes the large piece of rubble off him, slowly rising to his feet as dawn casts itself across the land, showing what lay in ruins where the night had hidden it from any gaze.

He doesn't understand. By all accounts, as far as he can remember. He should be dead. The visage of the dark mass overhead, air being stolen from his lungs. He shouldn't have tried to use the form again so soon, just like that moment, just like that moment he was at his weakest and nothing was going to come from it this time. Flipping through memories, yet he vaguely remembers yelling when he'd lost consciousness. Pressure had alleviated just before the cold grasp of death could grip on. It only becomes clear as he finds the alien, or what remains of them. Their lower body is strewn across the area, further away. His staggering footsteps leads him closer, it takes a moment for his gaze to adjust, to see the figure propped against the rubble, as if just resting.

He makes his way over, dropping down to his knees to be at eye level with the other. The light has faded from their eyes, gazing towards the rising sun as if to witness it rise, defiance still shown in their frame, body still poised and ready to launch into another fight like the breath of life had not left them a while ago. A horrible feeling, to know that it hasn't been long at all and he's awoken far too late, again. Again he's failed in some way and needs to make amends, he owes someone something irreplaceable once more and this time it's the one person he wishes wouldn't have stepped forward. He could never understand it, never understand what was running through his mind, especially to come to his aid, to even get involved in something that hadn't been his fight, his problem to begin with.

Hands slowly move, lifting the prince's body into his arms. Gazing down at the face that seemed far too peaceful, as if he'd accomplished something that left his satisfied. He can feel the burning sensation in the edges of his eyes, he'd never once had a moment to even mourn any of them when death had claimed them. Ironic that the prince would be one of the few to gift him such a gut wrenching moment that tugs at his heart and the burning wetness in his eyes rolls down his face.

"Vegeta..." Again. Again he's too late, once more he's seen someone who dared to be close to him die for the sin of his existence. None traversed the line as closely as the saiyan prince, determined to follow after him in this invisible race they both ran. The crossroads they kept walking just kept leading back to one another even with everything that had been said and done. "You..." He inhales shakily, a shuddering breath that he nearly chokes upon. His feet guide him away from the terrain, to find someplace safe to place the other as he races the clock. They could be used again, which meant he had to get there quickly. He finally places the prince down against the surface, raising two fingers to his forehead before he murmurs. "Looks like it's my turn...isn't it?"

[galexibrain]

I think something that's often overlooked is that even before he snapped and went SSJ2 Gohan was already stronger than Cell.

Not by such a huge margin, but even when he was only half-heartedly blocking and dodging Cell he hadn't fully powered up to the level he was aware of at the time. And he was holding his own! What hurt him wasn't Cell trying to crush him, it was feeling left alone by his father. Cell could have death-hugged him for the rest of the day and he couldn't have killed Gohan that way.

He was unwilling to even use what power he had! Much less really try and get pissed enough to release the potential his father said he had.

Goku at this point is a true master of martial arts and more than aware of his own strength, skills, and limits. Even when he's outmatched he keeps his wits. He's not easily fazed anymore. Gohan's different. Gohan has been trained by Piccolo and Goku and has excellent fighting skills, but he's a child. He's seen a lot in the past years but his actual fighting experience is very limited: the odd power burst when he was angry, like when Piccolo died during the Saiyan arc or on Namek. But Gohan had never been in a prolonged fight against an actual villain before. So far he was always there, but he was never the one anything depended on. Never the one at the frontlines.

That's new to him.

If he'd been older, and more decisive, and more self-aware he could probably have beaten Cell even without going SSJ2.

SSJ1 Gohan is already stronger than Cell (pre-near death power up, that is), you can pry that out of my cold dead hands.