#{turtle monk; krillin}

[museincarnate]

‘👄 + krillin’ //To Hakkona 👁️👁️

Gods... Hearing his name, alone, had her cheeks turning a hot pink hue; her gaze averting, as if she was flustered at the thought of him.

"Y-Yeah... He's handsome, and his personality and how we met only made him more amazing, to me. Who knew that chivalry and kindness could make me blush, when I'd offered him something so casual, on his birthday." She's got a crush, and she's trying so hard not to be too girly about it.

[bnprime]

dragonball characters

so it’s loosely inspired by journey to the west, right? son goku is son goku. oolong the pig is zhu bajie. ect. so who is the monk Tang Sanzang?

[rakruined]

I don't want to diminish the sheer potential of "evil avatar" (NOT YOU VAATU AND UNALAQ) but I think Frieza would work as an evil Avatar who sees his mastery of the four elements as a sign he deserves to rule and wants immortality in part so the cycle can never pass to someone who might oppose his legacy.

And if we're talking about which elements suit which DB characters, I could rattle off a few, though they may be more "vibes"-based than accurate.

Yamcha: Fire. Yamcha's weakness has always been defense, with his greatest strength being his rushdown tactics. He's a little like early Zuko in a way.

Roshi: Water. It's fitting for Goku's original master and he lives on an island. He also invented the most versatile beam attack, the Kamehameha, so it kinda fits.

Krillin: Air. Krillin's a tricky trickster, which fits the evasive and negative jing style of airbending. There's also the fact that he looks the part and used to be a monk, but I think it'd fit regardless.

Tenshinhan: Earth. While it may seem I'm rounding out the elements with the older cast, Tien's also a tough and resolute kinda guy. He doesn't open up easily and is resistant to sudden change, though not immovable. I could see fire working though, given his opposition to the turtle school early on, and I recognize the irony of making one of the first fliers in the series an earthbender.

Piccolo: Air. This may be an odd choice, but it's based on both he and Kami having moves that use air pressure, as well as his more tactical and defensive style as the series progressed.

Gohan: Fire. This was a toughie, but I feel like Gohan's explosive rage fits fire a lot more than water.

Vegeta: Fire. His fighting style is highly offensive and fairly mobile, since he only stays in one place for long if he's launching ranged attacks, a very firebender fighting style. There's also the whole rage thing which. Yeah that's Geets.

Frieza/Cell: Avatars. In Cell's case, it'd either be artificial as a result of cloning Frieza, or some kind of forced reincarnation by Gero. Either way, it'd be weird if the Perfect Bender wasn't capable of bending all four elements.

Buu: Water. Waterbenders are versatile and, oddly, comprise several of the deadliest villains in the series. If Buu can't be an Avatar, this is the element that makes the most sense IMO.

If Goku were a bender a la ATLA, which element would he have?

Airbending. We had a whole live-action movie about it.

In seriousness, I could actually see Goku making for an exceptional waterbender. Water is the most versatile of the elements, and its bending philosophy revolves around adaptability and creativity.

(For thematic reasons, I don't think Goku would be the Avatar. Dragon Ball likes its theme of hard work and effort vs. natural talent and in-born specialness, and so in any sort of Dragon-Ball-as-Avatar type setting, the Avatar would probably be the antagonist that Goku must find a way to overcome.)

[carlitos-mejia]

I am taking part in this months Character Design Challenge! The theme is to redesign Dragon Ball characters, how could I resist?! There have been some amazing entries already submitted! Remember how Krillin used to be a monk? This is my take with a throwback to his time at the temple. Do you want to be tooned? HMU for deets! #dragonball #dragonballz #dragonballsuper #dbz #krillin #monk #kamehameha #turtle #balls #japan #Anime #manga #ドラゴンボール #digitalart #characterdesign #gayartist #gayart #dibujo #sketch #shonenjump #orange (at Brisbane, Queensland, Australia)

[carnal-lnstinct]

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 "𝐼 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢".

Summary: A series of short one-shots inspired by this prompt, 1-35. I am not going to write all the prompts and I will not be writing them in order, but based off inspiration. To fuel my “horny on main” I may focus mainly on writing for Goku but there may be a few with other characters  Not all fics will be suitable for all ages. Minors should not interact with prompts rated mature/18+

Pairing: Goku x Human Fem!Reader Rating: E ( Everyone )

Completed Prompts: 2 / 4 / 16 / 34

34. Before we jump

The wind whipped across your face from over the edge of the cliff. The height from where you stood and how far down the ground rested beneath sank your stomach. You reach out a hand to grasp the saiyan's wrist beside you as you ease yourself back from the edge a little. “A-Are you sure about this, Goku?“ You looked up to him as he attempted to pull you back next to him, closer to the edge again

"Of course. You got this! With all the practice we've had, you should be able to make it across to the other edge, no problem." He smiles cheerfully with a wink at you. Taking flying lessons from your new boyfriend sounded fun in the beginning but you didn't think he would be bringing you to such large leaps so soon. You just wanted to spend more time with him, but that required adapting to his lifestyle a bit which turned out to be more interesting than just some handsome farm boy from the island selling his stock at the market. Plus, you get to learn how to actually fly anywhere you wanted! You're not exactly a martial arts fighter or even anything close to being a novice fighter but going through the training to access your inner ki made you feel like you could take on anything with him. You felt closer to Goku in the process so you still got what you wanted. Training with him to fly allowed you to find a deeper understanding of his character when you were introduced to the training he went through as a kid, leading him to be the strong and gentle man he is today. It was cute to know he was always a little oddball that amazed people with the way he does things and carried genuine kindness in his heart that resonated in him today.

First in your lessons came the basics of the Turtle School training where you had your little history lesson of Goku revealed by his Master and fellow veteran student Krillin. With some additional help from the former monk as well, Goku and Krillin were able to assist you in strengthening your body and gaining access to your ki. In a month's time you were able to physically leap over Kame House and channel your energy into physical form. It was difficult tapping into it the first time and honestly, Goku didn't make it as easy as it seemed. He was a natural due to his saiyan lineage, but his support was ever-present and welcomed.

Three weeks later and you could fire off small ki blasts which delighted Goku further, him declaring you his favorite student even though you were his only.

Then came your actual flight training, which manifested ki differently than simply releasing balls of energy from your hand. Somehow manipulating that same energy to push yourself off the ground made you feel like you took 3 steps back in your training as all you did was blow yourself up with ki almost regularly. The days ended more with you covered in bandages, but more determined to try again. Before you knew it, one day you found yourself levitating just a few feet off the sandy beach. The way you concentrated the power made it difficult for you to breathe and hold yourself off the ground at the same time, passing out shortly after getting yourself into the air and collapsing into Goku's arms when he quickly reacted to catch you. If only you were conscious to hear the way he praised you, it would have energized you to try again soon after. He surely waited by your side for you to wake up and tell you of your achievement.

Goku never failed to continue encouraging you throughout your training. Your flight lessons had greatly improved since that first time you got off the ground which prompted him to bring you to this cliff. It would be your greatest test to fly over further distances than just around Master Roshi's island. You were fully capable of holding yourself in the air now and pushing yourself higher and further each day. But he knew you were holding yourself back. Too afraid to try and fly yourself over the ocean to the mainland or too far from anywhere you couldn't plant your feet on solid ground again, too afraid to fall and fail.

He eases his arm free from your grasp and moves to stand in front of you, placing his hands on your shoulder with a small, encouraging squeeze. ”We wouldn’t be here if ya couldn’t do it, okay. I’m right here if anything happens.” With his back to the cliff, Goku leaps back off the edge where the momentum of his flight ki blew air across you. He levitated out about halfway out. 

"Is this...really necessary for my training? I'm not exactly looking to fly around the entire world, you know! Maybe just to see a movie or something, I don't know!" You whine nervously, looking back down at the steep drop you would take with one wrong step.

"Your training's only complete when you fly to that other cliff." Goku directed behind him. ”C’mon, you already know you can do it. You’re missin’ out on this great view!“ He teases leaning back with his hands resting behind his head. You pouted at him, once again looking down over the cliff. Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you close your eyes and step closer to the edge. Channeling your ki, you easily lift off the ground and up into the air. You open your eyes again and find yourself looking down, the distance over the edge looking more further away now. The sinking feeling in your stomach returns and you let yourself drift back down onto the green turf, taking steps away from the ledge. “I-I can’t.. it’s too far-...too far down and I-I I think I can just keep flying close to the ground, it’s not even a problem for me!” You quickly breathe out.

Goku drifts back over, planting his feet onto the ground and approaches you. “But you can do it, (Y/N). You don’t have to be afraid. I told you, I’m right here and I wouldn’t make you do anything I didn't already know you could. I have faith in you. You trust me, don’t you?” Goku moves in closer to you, offering his hand for yours. “Here, We’ll do it together.” It was hard to deny that confident and inviting look of his. And of course you trusted him. You couldn’t fight the pull of his warm energy and reach out for his hand with a nod. 

“I trust you.” In that moment, Goku pulls you closer to his body and easily lifts you up with his other arm, cradling you around your waist and making a grand leap backwards. Over his shoulder, you saw the edge of the cliff quickly disappear behind you and the open air start to pull you both down. You practically squeezed the life out of him the way you clung your arms around his neck and buried your face in his shoulder to mask your eyes. At least until the falling sensation stopped all together and you hear Goku laugh. Slowly lifting your face from the orange gi, you make eye contact with those dark, yet bright eyes and then look around you. The cliff where you stood is now far behind you, you and Goku hovering some place in between the two points now. 

He was right, it really was beautiful out here. You can make out the view of a spring below where some animals were drinking from it’s waters and the top of large trees that all looked so tiny from where you were. The small patches of colors in the vast green fields had to be flowers, their placement reminded you of looking at a starlit sky. “That’s not funny.” You comment, side-eyeing him when you felt his gaze on you and giving him a small smile. His sudden act of throwing you both off the cliff to get you out into the air was indeed effective, but not what you expected. Something more Peter Pan and Wendy, but more romantic. 

Goku lets out a heftier laugh and places a chaste, apologetic kiss to your cheek. “Well since you’re already out here, how about it?“ His arms loosen around your waist and you quickly let your ki take over, holding yourself in the air with your arms still around his neck. He gives you a nod and with another deep breath, you release him and allow yourself to drift out on your own. Being up so high like this felt so...free. Limitless. Instead of looking down again, you turned your gaze to the other cliff. With a determined look, you let your ki envelop you and you take off for the other edge with all your might. Rather than land on the edge when you closed in on it, your body swooned over and you flew even higher into the air, the wind of your own energy waving across the grassy ledge.

 You flew in loops, twirling in the winds and excitedly dashing back and forth between the two ledges letting out all kinds of hoops and hollers in pure joy. Goku watched you with a proud smile, eventually joining in on your aerial dance. In your excitement you actually collided with him, but he was quick to catch you in his arms. “Think you could fly around the whole world now?” He asks. You embrace him with a content sigh and rest your chin in his chest. 

“Anything’s possible with you, Goku.” 

[rwac96]

Trust Me... (A Dragon Ball AU)

Chapter 4: Pride & Strength

Previous Chapter

"Kienzan!"

A disc of golden Ki hurled towards the red & black doppelganger of Son Goku, bisecting the clone in half. Krillin, former Orin Monk, dedicated Turtle School Martial Artist and Z-Warrior shouts in triumph. Then, the shout of the Kamehameha can be heard from the genuine Earth-Raised Saiyan. Unleashing the attack upon the clone of the monk. The duo fighters pant as bodies of clones littered the battlefield they stood on. A forest that once hosted many animals, including some herbivorous dinosaurs, before the Clone Fighters laid siege upon it.

"That's the last of 'em," Goku says, "for now." The man in orange & blue looks around, his onyx eyes scanning the area to search for any foreign Ki Signatures. "Man, it's like there's no end to these guys, even if they do look like us."

"You're tellin' me, Goku," Krillin wipes the sweat rolling down his brow, "I hope Gohan and Piccolo are doing well on their end." Then, his brows creased in worry, looking down towards the ground.

"C'mon buddy," the wild-haired martial artist comforts his oldest friend, "I'm sure Eighteen's alright. She's strong, remember."

"I know, I know," the Earthling Monk replies, closing his eyes for a moment. "But, I can't shake the feeling of all of this mess," opening his eyelids, gesturing to the clone corpses.

"I can't blame ya there," the Saiyan says in agreement, gazing down at one of his doubles, "plus Frieza and Cell being alive, and our powers being suppressed by these weird waves." Rubbing his chin, furrowing his brows in thought and concern. "It's like whoever's behind this, pulled this off right under our noses."

Krillin's brows raised in concern, listening to his friend's words. "Just like Gero," the Monk shuddered, the memory of the late, mad Red Ribbon Scientist crossing his mind. "No! No! No!" Goku turns to the dwarf fighter, "I was sure me and Trunks destroyed the sub lab!"

"Oh, man," the defender of Earth gulps, reaching for one of his ears, pressing his index finger against a white & blue device. "Bulma, can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear, Goku," Bulma Briefs' voice can be heard, "picking up anymore clones or the others?"

He shakes his head, "No, but we're startin' to get an idea of who's behind this weirdness. Kneeling down to hoist up the corpse of his clone, "This might be a plan by the Red Ribbon Army."

"What?" The scientist's voice rings out from the ear piece, "Seriously? Ugh, but how? How can there be anymore remnants?! I thought Gero was the last!"

A small sigh escaped Krillin's lips, pressing a button on his own communicator. "It's a possibility, which can link to Sixteen's sudden reappearance to Seventeen & Eighteen's sudden disappearance."

"Well, now that you say that," the blue-haired woman said on the other end of the line. "it does make sense, sadly. Right now, we have to cut down the number of Clone Fighters, find our friends and stop any revived jerks."

"Any word from Vegeta?" Goku speaks up, bringing up the Saiyan Prince.

"Last time I spoke with him," Bulma begins to answer, "he was fighting against a horde of clones. So, I'm guessing he's still hunting."

----

A shout escaped the Prince of Saiyan's lips, his gloved fist going through the pale-skinned clone of himself. Vegeta then spins his body around, bringing his foot against the imposter's cheek. A loud snap can be heard, the Vegeta Clone going down in a heap. Standing proud in his blue, white and yellow armor, the former Frieza Force Elite scoffed; turning his gaze to the other dead clones. Some resembled his rival Goku, or Kakarot as he calls him; others resembling himself or other Z-Warriors.

"Disgusting imposters," Vegeta says with contempt in his voice, "Zamasu and Black put up a better fight than this." He looks down at his gloved fists; as the Saiyan may be handicapped by the waves that are effecting strong beings, he was still a force to be reckon with.

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes to focus; raising his Ki. Then, his white aura erupts around him. Then, opening his eyes, Vegeta lets out a primal scream and he became surrounded by the golden light of Super Saiyan. Due to the power suppressing phenomenon, being in the form felt heavy; bringing him back to the days when he first ascended. The battle against the clown Android and the decrepit scientist, then his humiliating defeat at the hands of the blonde cyborg. The Prince lets out a small exhale, as little by little, he felt himself return to his proper fighting condition.

"I will find those responsible for this," Vegeta says to himself, "responsible for these wretches...and make them suffer."

"A wretch you say?" A sophisticated voice inquired, one the Saiyan never forgot. "My, my, even as a Super Saiyan, you still have that attitude of yours."

Vegeta turns his gaze to the white and purple form of Frieza, the self-proclaimed emperor of the universe, the killer of many races, including his people, the Saiyans. The seasoned warrior grits his teeth, glaring at his former 'benefactor' with hatred.

"Tch, talk while you can, Frieza," the Prince says, "but like me, you're power's suppressed as well."

"You assume," the cosmic tyrant says with a chuckle, "you assume, Vegeta. I was planning to have my vengeance against Goku, but I suppose you'll serve as a proper warm-up."

"Warm-up?!" Vegeta's brow twitches in rage, his golden aura erupting once more as he becomes filled with fury. "Kakarot won't need a turn when I'm done with you, Frieza!"

The conqueror chuckled, his tail sways slowly behind him as the Prince proceeds to charge towards him. Frieza's lips turn into a focused frown, taking flight and speeding towards Vegeta. When the two aliens collided, the area around them quaked due to a shockwave created by the impact.

----

"WILD CANNON!!"

Shallot hollers his signature attack, hurling the Ki Blast towards the group of clone charging towards him. The Attack collided with the grey-skinned clone of Piccolo, causing the energy to explode; killing him and a couple of clones in the process. Panting, he turns to Androids Seventeen and Eighteen, who were battling against clones of Cell and Vegeta.

The black-haired cyborg unleashed a flurry of blows upon the Saiyan clone, who attempted to block his attacks. Seventeen then leans his head back, performing a headbutt on the being. The fighter then launches a Ki Sphere point-blank onto the Clone Fighter's torso, pushing him towards a plateau. When the clone collided with the rock, it exploded on impact.

Meanwhile, Eighteen fired a volley of Ki Blasts towards the grey & red Cell; yelling in fury. The clone seemed to be stepping through the hellfire of energy blasts, despite it's healing capabilities being weaker than the true Cell's. The blonde cyborg then raises her right hand upward, forming a Ki disc in the form of her hand.

"Kienzan," she yells, tossing the attack towards the Clone Fighter. In a instant, the being was vertically sliced in two; the halves falling down in a heap. She lands down onto the ground, staring at the corpse with intense hatred.

"Violent, Sis," Seventeen comments, dusting his hands off as Shallot lands next to him.

"Not everyone can calm down from nature, ya know," Eighteen replies to her twin, dusting off the denim skirt she wore. "Anymore clones left?"

"None," Shallot shakes his head, "well, none left in this area." Then, his brows raised in alarm. "Hold on, I sense somethin'." The Saiyan in Blue & Black says, turning his head to the east. "Two strong powers!"

"Two?" The twins say in unison, concern in each of their reactions. Then, the young Saiyan proceeds to fly off, despite the blonde's protest.

"Shallot," she hollers, "get back here, goddammit!" She then reaches for her vest jacket, pulling out a device with the Red Ribbon insignia. "Twenty-One, can you hear me? Shallot's gone off towards two fighters likely fighting. He's gonna get himself killed!"

"Really now?" The voice of the auburn-haired woman sounded intrigued, no hint of worry in her voice. "That must've been Vegeta and Frieza he sensed. Let him walk in on their pissing contest."

"Excuse me?" Seventeen says to 21, stepping towards his sister and glaring down towards the communicator. "Are you crazy?!

"You heard me," she says to the pair, "don't interfere! If you do...I will sic Sixteen on the both of you. You don't want that, do you?"

The two cyborgs turn their gaze from the device, then turn to the direction Shallot flew towards. Their trust in Twenty-One was shaky from the start, but now, the pair had suspicions of the woman's intentions; especially if she was seemingly neglectful towards a new ally.

---Red Ribbon Hidden Bunker---

"Twenty-One," Sixteen raised his voice to the auburn-haired woman, who stared at one of the monitors showing 17 & 18. She turns her gaze to the footage of Vegeta and Frieza's battle. "Shallot may have raised his power, but...is sending him to fight against Frieza is wise?"

"Not you too," she lets out a small whine, "Sixteen, Shallot is a Saiyan. They live to fight, they become excited fighting stronger opponents. For God's sake, review your databanks!"

The mohawk Android kept his stoic stare, but he couldn't help but to grow fearful of the woman. "He may get stronger should it come to that," he hypothesized, then his eyes widened. He begins to approach the woman, who watched the cosmic emperor kicking away the Prince's Galick Gun. "Twenty-One, are you okay?"

"Never better," she says, her lips spreading into a eerie smile. She drags her tongue across her upper lip. Crimson electricity sparked around her, making the hulkling man step back.

"No," he grits his teeth, "she's in control. Your cells are growing beserk!"

"I have the detonator," Twenty-One's smile vanished, her gaze focused on the battle between Vegeta and Frieza. "I will not hesitate to destroy you, Sixteen. Remember that? So, you are in no position to negotiate."

If Android Sixteen could sweat, he'd be sweating bullets at the woman's demeanor, as if her personality had changed. He shifts his gaze towards the footage of Vegeta and Frieza's battle, the former growing exhausted and beginning to struggle against the latter.

----

The Saiyan Prince was hurled by a tail smack by Frieza, landing down onto the earth. Covered in bruises, scars and bloodied scratches. His armor cracked and the blue spandex torn, Vegeta slowly gets up onto his feet. He internally cursed, if only these waves weren't a issue; he would've finished the tyrant off in Super Saiyan Blue. But, no! He found himself struggling against Frieza in Super Saiyan, the very form that defeated him back on Namek years ago.

"Oh, my, Vegeta," the cosmic murderer laughed, his hands placed behind his back. "It seems these waves are effecting you worse than I originally thought. Perhaps that mental training in Hell payed off better than I've anticipated."

"B-Bastard," the Prince coughs up some blood, wiping his mouth. "d-don't get cocky! I promised to kill you, and I will make good on it!"

"Hmm, it sounded familiar," Frieza clicks his tongue, "was it back on Namek...or was it before I killed your simian king...your father?"

"BACK TO HELL!!" The Super Saiyan Royal screamed, launching a volley of Ki Blasts towards his opponent.

Curling his lips into a amused smile, Frieza increased his power slightly and with a flick of his wrist; he blocked the volley with a shockwave he created. This made Vegeta flinch, witnessing how powerful the tyrant had grown since his attempted invasion of Earth. Pointing a index finger towards the Saiyan, the emperor launches a Death Beam, striking true; hitting his opponent in the torso. The armored man falls down in a heap, reverting back to his normal form.

"I'm certain Goku sensed that," Frieza said with a sadistic smile, "because that should draw his attention."

The seasoned warrior coughed up more crimson droplets, a horrific hole where his right lung is. He stared at the killer of his kind with hatred, attempting to lift himself up from the ground. Before he strained himself further, he picked up a new Ki Signature. It was definitely Saiyan power, but an aura he never met before.

Meanwhile, Shallot arrived to the ruined, grassy wasteland; observing the devastation that took place. His onyx eyes then sees a older spiky-haired man in white armor, making him squint.

'So, that's the Prince, huh?' The Saiyan in Blue Armor thought, then turns his attention to the man's opponent. 'Hold on?! Is that--!?' Suddenly, his mind shifted once more as he gazed at Frieza; as if his thoughts were screaming at him.

---

"Murderer!!" Shallot hollers at the horned invader, purple & orange; staring at him with pure malice. "You piece of shit!!"

"She shouldn't have gotten in my way," the dwarf being says, "this is the fate of those who dare oppose Lord Chilled."

"I'll kill you," the young man says, as he became surrounded by golden light, "I will make you suffer!!"

---

"C-Chilled?" He muttered underneath his breath, then furrows his brows in fury. "CHILLED!!" The young man shouts at the top of his lungs, golden sparks crackling around his muscular form.

This made Frieza cease delivering the fatal blow upon Vegeta, turning his attention to the newcomer. "What's this now?" He studied the youth, taking notice of the tail and armor he wore. "Another Saiyan...? Hold on, Sadalan Armor? It's been years since I've seen such rubbish."

"Sadalan?" Vegeta blinks in confusion, turning his attention to the Saiyan the cosmic emperor noticed. "Hold on?! That's...the armor before we joined Cold! B-But how?!"

"I don't know how you got here," Shallot spoke, landing onto the rocky earth. "but I won't let you slaughter more people like you did before!"

"My, my," the white-skinned alien snickered, "I believe you've mistaken me for an ancestor, my dear boy."

"Like I give a shit!" Shallot snaps at Frieza, "I'll make you pay! For killing my fellow villagers! For killing my Parents!" An emerald aura erupts around Shallot as his fury grows, "For killing Hanasia!!"

[dbzebra]

A Son Family Christmas

A/N: Ok so this was originally a secret santa present from years ago, that I recently rediscovered and made some new additions and cleaned up some things. As usual this takes place in the End of Z era, this time 9 years after Majin Buu. And lots of cute family+ship fluff. might need to go to the dentist afterwards lmao

Words: 3721 (i got carried away lol)

Pairings: little bits of Gochi, HanVi, MarTen and K18. 

Mostly a Pan focused fic though! 

enjoy :)

Christmas Eve; Age 783. 

A blizzard howled and whistled from outside, covering the grassy mountain in a sparkling sheet of white snow. 

Mt. Paozu was pitch-dark, except for the lights that came from a small cottage deep in the woods. 

This was the home of Earth’s greatest hero.

The Son family decided to throw a Christmas party for themselves at their little mountain cottage. Goku invited Krillin and his family as well. The former monk was already pretty much family to Goku anyway, only more so when Goku and Krillin’s kids started dating each other the previous year. 

It was the day everyone was looking forward to, but nobody was more excited than Son Pan. 

Pan was three years old now, and could finally understand the concept of the holiday, as well as the magic and excitement behind waking up the next morning to find presents underneath the Christmas tree.

The toddler stared around at her grandparents’ fully decorated house in wide-eyed wonder. Garland wrapped around the railings and banisters; little models of Santa and reindeer on the countertops, a wreath on their front door, and so much more. Chi-Chi always loved going all out, it was her favorite holiday. 

But what really had young Pan’s attention was the big, beautiful Christmas tree sitting in the foyer, filling the house with the strong but familiar scent of the forest.  It dwarfed little Pan by several feet, but she wasn’t scared.  She loved it.  Lush green branches were adorned with ornaments of all shapes and colors. Rainbow lights twinkled in mesmerizing fashion. High above her head, at the very top of the tree, sat a big, shining golden star -- a decoration she got to add herself.

Every year, the Son family had a tradition to go out on Mt. Paozu and cut down the perfect tree. Goku knew the best spots. He always did -- even as far back as before Gohan was born. But nowadays they had to find two trees. One for Goku and Chi-Chi’s house, and the other for Gohan and Videl’s next door. 

Pan sighed. She just wanted it to be bedtime so it could be tomorrow! She wanted presents! Every minute felt like an hour to her. The little girl tiptoed around, looking for any hidden presents but found no luck. She frowned. How was she even sure Santa would really come?! She had to keep her mind off that tree and the eventual presents somehow or she’d go crazy! 

The three-year-old trotted into the kitchen to see what everyone else was up to. 

The adults were all hard at work preparing the feast. Chi-Chi, Videl, 18, and Gohan busied back and forth to create the feast. Krillin and Goku did what they could, but usually ended up making things worse so they were ordered to stay put at the dining room table. If Goku was out in the wilderness, he could cook meat or fish just fine. But using a stove and all those utensils just wasn’t his thing. 

Goku spotted his granddaughter looking around and called her over. “Pssst… Panny…”

The toddler tilted her head curiously to the side and went over to him, smiling as wide as could be. “Hi, Grandpa!” 

Goku flashed one of his signature grins in response. He then put a finger to his mouth, still smiling, signaling the little one to be quiet. Pan covered her mouth to stop from giggling. Secrets were fun!

Pan blinked as Goku momentarily glanced to his wife to see if she was watching. Luckily, she was too preoccupied. When the coast was clear, he reached into his pockets. 

“I got somethin’ for ya.”

Pan’s eyes sparkled with wonder. “What?”

 “Don’t tell Grandma, okay? It’s a secret…” Goku grinned mischievously as he pulled out a small bag of cookies. He had stolen a few when Chi-Chi wasn’t looking; the wait for the food combined with how good everything smelled was too much for him. Krillin just shook his head with a smile.

She happily took them from her grandpa and stuffed them all in her mouth in one bite. With her full cheeks puffed out, she grinned back at her grandpa and Goku returned it.

The toddler hugged Goku and smiled before trotting over the counter where Chi-Chi was cutting food and occasionally stirring something in a pot. Pan tugged on her dress lightly, peering up at her. “Grandma?”

“Yes sweetie?” Chi-Chi cooed, stopping what she was doing to face her darling granddaughter.

“Can I helps you?”

Gohan ruffled his daughter’s hair as he helped make a dish. “Pan, don’t bother Grandma when she’s cooking; we’re all working really hard on this meal for everyone. Why don’t you see what Marron and Uncle Goten are doing?” He felt bad, and spoke calmly to not upset his young daughter, but he knew more than anyone that Goten was better equipped to preoccupy her right now.

Pan pouted. “Fine.”

“Oh hush, Gohan. Everything’s on schedule,” Chi-ChI replied, making her granddaughter smile again. “And of course you can help, Panny. You can help stir for me!”

Pan floated up and gently stirred the hotpot, happily singing ‘la la la’ like she had heard her grandmother do in the past. “How long does this take? All the food is in this big bucket?” As it turned out, this wasn’t nearly as fun as she thought. 

“Should be all done in about thirty minutes.” Chi-Chi said, gently patting her head.

Pan’s mouth went into a small ‘o’ shape, trying to count how long that was on her fingers. It took her a bit to get to thirty “That takes too long. This is boring!” Pan replied.

Goku and Krillin tried not to laugh as she floated back down to the wooden floor. Their wives shot them a quick look and they both turned away, innocently whistling like they didn’t make a sound. Two peas in a pod, those two. 18 and Chi-Chi just giggled to themselves. 

Pan shrugged her shoulders, scurrying back to the living room to see if she could find her uncle. Goten always had the best video games to play! 

“Uncle Goten!! Where are ya!!?” Pan called out to him. 

No answer. Pan frowned. “Is he hidin’ from me?” She noticed the television was still on, and his phone sat on the couch. But no Uncle Goten. But then, she caught something out of the corner of her eye from the other side of the Christmas tree. 

Pan tiptoed around the tree, when she finally saw them right in the middle of a soft, tender kiss. Above their heads was a small mistletoe, hanging over the archway. In that moment nothing else mattered to them except each other.

Until...                     

CLICK

“Great shot, man.” 

The sound of a camera shuttering followed by the voice of Krillin broke the two teens out of their tender embrace. Goten’s jaw dropped, and then he just facepalmed with both hands. Marron followed his line of sight to see his father standing there, camera in hand. She should’ve expected this...

“Dad!! W-What are you doing?!” Marron practically shrieked. The blonde’s whole face went red from ear to ear, shoulders shaking. Steam was practically coming off her face. It was embarrassing enough her parents were so lovey-dovey on a regular basis, but now she got caught in the middle of her most awaited special moment with her Goten of the holiday season! 

“What does it look like? I’m capturing a special Christmas moment of my daughter!”

CLICK

Krillin  got another picture at their flustered reactions. “But that one was just for fun.”

“Your mother will get a kick out of this!” Goku added, sporting a wide grin similar to his oldest friend. 

“Grandpa! What’s that leaf over Uncle Goten’s head? Why were him and Aunt Marron playing kissy-face?” Pan asked eagerly. It looked like something she’d find on the ground before the snow came. She didn’t get why it was so special.

“It’s called a mistletoe, Pan. When two people get caught under it, they have to do that.”

“Misty Toe? That’s a dumb name!!” Pan broke into giggles again. “Uncle Goten is under a big toe!” 

Eighteen came out to the living room, ignoring the two former Turtle School fighters who were still carrying on about their kids. Marron and Goten didn’t find it so funny! 

“Marron, could you help me in here for a moment?”

“Sure!” Marron said, finally shaking off her flustered state and went to the kitchen. Any way to be away from this scenario. 

Shrugging, Goten turned on the PlayStation to kill some time. The familiar start up sound soothed his ears and he sat down to play. He let Pan play on his phone in the meantime.

“Hey Uncle Goten…?” Pan climbed up on the other side of the couch after getting bored rather quickly. 

“What’s up, squirt?”

“Is Santa Claus really comin’ tonight?”

“Definitely.” He grinned at her childlike innocence; it reminded Goten of himself at that age. “You gotta be asleep, though. He won’t come if you’re awake!”

“How does he know?”

Goten patted his niece’s head. “It’s ‘cause he’s magic, Panny.”

“Magic? Is that like how Grandma always knows when Grandpa does something bad?”

“Somethin’ like that.” Goten chuckled. For a three year old, Pan was much more aware of things than she let on. 

Coming back to the living room, Marron plopped down next to Goten, leaning against his arm. Now that she was over the embarrassment of getting caught by her father and Goku, the blonde wanted to make up for lost time. She watched him play for a bit, and then turned to him with a sly smirk. “Bet I can beat you.”

“Yeah you probably can, cause you’re a big cheater.” Goten replied with a cheeky grin, not keeping his eyes off the screen. 

“Hey! I am not a cheater!” Marron huffed, her bright blue eyes narrowing at him. “It’s not my fault you just get so easily distracted!”

“That’s why it’s cheating! You always play dirty by kissing me right when I’m about to win!!” 

“You call it cheating, I call it strategy.” 

Goten normally would never say no to a kiss from his beautiful girlfriend, but she’d always steal the win while he was still reeling from the kiss! It wasn’t fair! One time, Goten tried the same trick on her, but it didn’t quite work the way he intended. It backfired entirely, actually. As she just kissed him back and they both ended up completely  forgetting about the video game soon after that.  

Marron’s frown turned into a sly grin. If that’s how he wanted to play, fine. She knew exactly what buttons to push. “Fine. I just won’t kiss you ever again. How does that sound?”

“N-No, w-wait! I, uh...” Goten gulped. His mouth became dry, the words getting caught in his throat. He really did this time. Was this his worst fear coming true?!

The blonde giggled at his adorable panic-stricken face, satisfied with herself. “That’s what I thought, dummy. But still, lucky for you, I don’t think I could ever give this up~” Marron kissed his cheek again, leaving her boyfriend reeling as she went to the bathroom to freshen up before dinner. 

Goten put his head in his hands and let out an audible sigh of relief. “I don’t think I’ll ever understand girls…”

From across the couch, Pan started giggling. “Uncle Goten did something bad!” She didn’t really get what the big deal about kissy kissy was to begin with, but seeing her uncle all flustered like that had the toddler tickled pink.                                                  

The next twenty minutes rolled by quicker than ever, and finally, it was time to eat. 

The adults all came out carrying multiple trays and large bowls. The plates and silverware had already been set as the ever-growing Son family all took their seats around the table.

“Wait, Dad’s not here yet.” Chi-Chi said, looking worried. “Do you think he got stuck in the blizzard?”

“He’ll be here. I can sense his energy. Besides, he’s the Great Ox King! No way some storm is gonna stop him.” Goku confirmed, easing his wife’s worries. He winked at her and Chi-Chi smiled. 

And like clockwork, a few minutes later the door swung open. The cold wind blew snow onto the floor of the house, when in came a giant, jolly looking man with a grayish beard. He wore a large red coat and carrying lots of presents. “Merry Christmas, everyone!”

Pan gasped, practically standing up in her chair. A large jolly man with a big belly. Red coat. A beard. And carrying presents. That could only mean one thing… 

“Santa!!!?”

But she thought she had to be asleep! 

Chi-Chi hurried to the door to greet the man.  “Dad! You made it!”

“Hi, pumpkin!” Ox King hugged his daughter.  “Am I late? Sorry I missed the cooking, it’s like a blizzard out there! Can’t see a thing.”

Goku grinned. “You’re just on time. ” He went up to his father-in-law who brought the Saiyan into a big bear hug, followed by doing the same with his two grandchildren. 

Pan tilted her head to the side, more than a little confused. “...That’s not Santa?”

“No, honey. It’s your Great Grandpa Ox! You remember him, right?” Videl told her. Pan thought about it for a second, and the name was familiar! Her expression lightened when she remembered. Pan flew over to him and gave him a big hug.

As the adults got Ox King set up, Pan the conversation no mind as she stared at the pile of presents on the floor in awe. She gently tried to shake each box to try to guess what was inside but didn’t have much luck. 

“Mama, Papa, can I open them now??” She asked, barely containing her joy.

Gohan and Videl exchanged a look and sighed. “You can open Grandma and Grandpa’s present after dinner. The rest will have to wait ‘till tomorrow morning.”

“Okay!” Pan replied. That was good enough for her!

                                                                   And so with everyone in attendance, the feast could finally begin. 

In typical Saiyan fashion, the Son boys filled their plates far above regular capacity. Little Pan tried to mimic her grandpa and uncle and put as much food on her plate as her little hands could grab.

Krillin did his impression of Yajirobe for the others, especially Pan who never heard it before. 18 spoke her new job as a school teacher, and Videl’s new case as Satan City’s top detective, with her right hand man Great Saiyaman.

Meanwhile, In record time, Goku finished his plate and went back for more. Goten wasn’t far behind him. 

“More please!” 

“Me too!”

Father and son respectively said.

“I wants more too!” Pan said, and then remembered the thing to say that her parents taught her. “Um, peas!!”

Chi-Chi smiled. “Of course, angel.” And then turned her gaze to her younger son. “Oh, and Goten, you really should behave yourself in front of your future wife. It’s not polite to eat like that!” 

Gohan cracked a grin. “Yeah, Goten. Listen to Mom.”

“Not helping!”

Videl lightly slapped Gohan’s arm. “Oh stop. You’re one to talk, aren’t you? I distinctly remember a time when you were the one getting flustered whenever someone brought up our relationship.”

“Well that’s-”

“No excuses. You were a nervous wreck on our first date, remember? You wore your pants inside out!” Videl playfully poked his shoulder. She turned to Goten and winked. 

At least somebody was on his side….

Chi-Chi suddenly gasped. “Oh, I forgot the wine! Excuse me for a second.” She got up and went into the kitchen. She returned a moment later with a large bottle. She poured a glass for each of the adults, minus Goku and Gohan. Goku didn’t like the taste, but Gohan wanted to try it.  

“Mom, can I have some?” Gohan asked.

“Absolutely not, mister! You know what happened last time. You dressed up as Saiyaman and put a performance on for everyone!  And you have Pan now, you need to be a better influence!” Chi-Chi scolded him, but the smile never left her face.

Gohan hung his head as Goku patted him on the back while Goten snickered.  “I’m sorry. I got carried away last time because everyone was having so much fun.”

“I for one loved it.” Videl gushed. “It reminded me of when we were still teenagers~”

“R-Really?!” Gohan said, blushing. 

“Oh fine, here.” Chi-Chi caved and handed her older son a glass. After a story like that, she couldn’t say no. 

When Goten went to reach for the bottle afterward, Chi-Chi gave a stern look to her younger son that practically screamed ‘don’t even think about it!’ 

Goten frowned, dejected. Every time he tried that, and every time he failed. And now it was Gohan’s turn to snicker.

Chi-Chi couldn’t help but laugh. Even though they were grown, her sons still had that little brotherly competition. 

“Boys will be boys...” Videl said and Chi-Chi nodded in affirmation. Especially her boys. 

Krillin took the bottle next. He put too much in his glass and then downed it. 

“Okay, lisssten up! I haaaave to make an announcement!!” Krillin declared and then burped.

Eighteen sighed. “Here we go…”

Everyone stopped to listen to him, with various degrees of amusement written all over their faces. Goku most of all. He  put down his food to give his best friend his full attention. Oh, he had been waiting for this. 

“Oh no, not again....” Marron said with a fearful expression, preparing for the worst. She was already embarrassed by him once. But twice? She’d rather bury her head in the snow outside. 

“What’s the matter?”

“When my dad drinks, he gets a little too happy and starts blurting out embarrassing things.” 

Krillin cleared his throat and began to speak. “I...I looove my wife!!”

“Huh?!” Eighteen was caught off guard by his confession as if it were the first time hearing it. 

“She’s sooo pretty… And so n-nice… And so cool!” Krillin hiccuped, putting his empty glass on the table. He hiccuped again, his goofy smile only getting larger. “She acts real tough, but… she’s a.. She’s a biiiiig softie! Like a---”

Eighteen covered her husband’s mouth before he could finish, her face turning the same crimson as her daughters did earlier as everyone laughed. “Krillin, s-stop it you idiot! W-We’re in public!”

“S-Stooop what? The party’s just getting started.”

Eighteen handed him a glass of water to get him to sober up before he blurted out something else. It didn’t take much to get Krillin loosened up, but he sobered up quickly as well. 

That big dork, blurting out something so embarrassing like that. She had a reputation to uphold! How was she supposed to freak Trunks and Goten out if they knew her ‘stone cold’ persona was just a big act?! In her own mind though, Eighteen swooned. But she wasn’t about to let anyone know! In public at least. 

Dinner wrapped up soon after. Not a single morsel was left over. 

“Time for presents!!” Pan said and then plopped down on the carpet in front of the tree, 

At the sight of her daughter, Videl’s couldn’t help but feel giddy. She was the same way at Pan’s age, and Pan’s joy was absolutely infectious. 

“This is a special present from me and Grandma.” Goku handed his granddaughter a large box. He wrapped his other arm around Chi-Chi and she rested her head on his shoulder as he kissed the top of her head. Nothing was better than being altogether as a family, watching her granddaughter open a present on Christmas Eve 

Pan ripped off the wrapping to find a plain white box inside. She curiously stared at it, and even shook it to try to hear what was inside. It didn’t sound like a toy, for one. Hearing nothing, she slowly took off the lid. 

Instantly Pan gasped. 

It was a small, red colored martial arts gi with matching belt and wristbands, and small blue fighting boots. 

Pan’s first gi. 

“This is the bestest present ever!” Pan’s entire face lit up like a star. “Can I go try it on?” 

Pan flew upstairs with her new gi, returning a few minutes later wearing it, still beaming. “Look at me, Papa! I look like Grandpa!”

Pan couldn’t be happier which made Gohan and Videl happy. 

“Oh, Pan, look, there’s something else in here.” Gohan pointed to the red object poking up of extra wrapping paper.

Pan then came face to face with a small red pole inside a sheathe, tied with a fresh rope. “What is this?” She stared at the mysterious item, confused. She liked it; it felt familiar. “Is it a baseball  bat?”

“No, sweetie, this is the Power Pole.” 

“Power Pole?”

“It used to be my grandpa’s. He gave it to me when I was little. And I took it all over the world looking for the Dragon Balls. I almost lost it a few times, but it always found it’s way back to me. One way or another. It was only natural to pass it onto you.”

Pan put the Power Pole around her shoulder. With a puff of her cheeks, Pan flexed her muscles. For the first time, Pan felt like a true fighter. 

“You look just like me!” Goku knelt down and held out his open hands. “Give it a shot.” 

Pan looked to her father, who nodded. Smiling, the toddler punched Goku’s open palm. 

“Yup, she's my granddaughter alright.” Goku grinned. “She’s got some serious power behind that punch.”

“Next present!” Pan exclaimed.

“Nope. Sorry, Pan. The rest have to wait till tomorrow, remember?” Gohan said.

“Aww, okay. But I bet those wont top this!” She waved the Power Pole around. It was best they didn't tell her it could grow just yet. 

Throughout the night, the sound of laughter could be heard coming from a small house deep in the woods. It could still be heard echoing in the valley, late into the night. Inside, the room was aglow with the love that is shared between family and friends. 

Pan’s first Christmas Eve was truly a night to remember for them all. And one she would never forget.

[video320]

Draw All of Dragonball!

#53 - Launch 03. To see her in lingerie  Roshi claims the outfit is the Turtle Hermit School uniform. To make her comfortable, The Master and his students also don the lacey underwear.

#54 - Goku 06 - Confused, but game with his new uniform.

#55 - Krillin 02 - He’s on the same page as Roshi, not very monk-like. The Orin Temple would be disappointed. 

[brunhiddensmusings]

Tell me more about this conspiracy theory about dragonball as a retelling of journey to the west please

okay, some of this is pretty surface level to the point its just face value but also just more ignored then denied firstly, i must establish ‘journey to the west’ to those not familliar with it- its a 2000+ page long chinese novel from the ming dynasty, like 1600 if i recall, but odd because it focuses on a buddist mindset in a time when china still considered buddism to be a foreign influence. the author uses fairly large sections to critisize the other contemporary options to buddism such as daoism (for being largely unconcerned with helping people or betterment) and confucianism (for being rigid to the point it cant adapt and promote extremely bloated beaurocracies incapable of doing much) as well as to extoll the upsides of budism (namely magic powers) and how badass demons are journey to the west is notable for being the origin of about 80% of all anime tropes and over a dozen anime and videogames are directly based on it son goku, unsurprisingly, is pretty much a dirrect anlouge for son wukong, the magical stone monkey king that was born with laser eyes spends the first 7 chapters becoming about (i lost count) 8+ kinds of immortal, learning how to shapeshift and fly from an old hermit monk, and pissing off most gods of any note and the entire bureaucracies of both heaven AND hell. as i said, this is face value to the point its pretty open

son wukong’s identifying features including a size-changing 8 ton iron staff, being pretty much indestructible even to major gods, being extremely impulsive and moderately arrogant, flight, and pretty much openly admits he has probably eaten some people. this should sound familiar however he is not the main character, Buddha himself buries him under a mountain (which has a magic seal on top because a regular mountain wouldnt be heavy enough to hold him) to try and teach him some humility (which fails) saying he needs to wait untill someone frees him in which case he will be endebted to and be the servant of said free-er. while we progress to the ACTUAL protagonist of the story a bald monk named Tang Sanzang is in fact the central charachter, although his name has been interpereted several ways including Tripiṭaka (also the name of the baskets of scrolls hes supposed to carry). the big B entasks he of the shiny head with the task of journeying from china to india to pick up said sacred scriptures so holy they can redeem anyone and then bring them back to filthy filthy china thats badly in need of these ‘morals’ things people keep talking about. but this is where you start to get a lot of ‘wait, that sounds familiar’ when i describe things like ‘bald monk’ and the adventures cueball the magical is going to go on with his companions of anime

because almost immediately after freeing son wukong from the magic mountain of sityerassdown and putting a magic circlet on his head that causes him great pain when baldy says a prayer to keep him in line (yes this is where inuyasha gets the ‘sit’ necklace) they come across a SHAPESHIFTING PIG DEMON who turns out inst all that bad a guy its just that his new wife is very upset because she thought she was marrying a handsome bishounen despite admitting hes a dilligent worker and treats her well because hes seeking attonement for having eaten people after being kicked out of heaven (where he used to actually be a bishounen in the celestial army) for hitting on women. yet another case of DOES THIS SOUND FAMILIAR

and i just now realize why he was wearing the chinese military officers uniform or at least would sound familiar to people who watched the original ‘dragonball’ and not just DBZ where oolong and the 50 other characters who were all established to be quite powerful when used cleverly were all relegated soely to be sideline cheer squad and ‘hey, remember these guys, from back when this wasnt the kiss goku’s butt show’- which is the point here following the original journey to the west story you started with the magical monkey shenanigans (check) then he learns from hermit (check) how to fly (check) and shapeshift (i guess they thought he was powerful enough without it despite it being one of his major go-to solutions in the story but i get that they already established thats a power someone else had so i understand leaving it out narratively) battling demons, gods, and pissing off the kings of hell and the emperor of heaven (check) and then gets humiliated by Buddha (absent, again i understand leaving this out for narrative tone and to avoid being overly religious in a kids cartoon despite actively leaving king Yema in the story) teams up with the bald monk who they initially clash but becomes his friend over time (check) who then becomes the main protagonist (major not-check) magical monkey jerk is repeatedly scolded for wantonly killing people and given a magical crown of headaches ( fail) teams up with shapeshifting pig who also becomes close ally with useful powers but has deep character flaws (check) and then team up with a dragon who ate their horse who then apologizes by transforming into a horse and then everyone forgets its a dragon (wait, what) and then team up with a river god named sandy (by this time the dragonball plot has already passed mars and is orbiting Jupiter because i think this is when frankenstein appeared and then king piccolo with his sons drum, tamborine, piano, and cymbal, i think goku kills one eats another and asked a samurai if he could eat the third but this is before they retcon piccolo to be a namek {eg- from the planet ‘slug’} instead of a demon because they keep waffling if demons are real) and is then followed by a long list of falling into traps laid by demons because the monk is naive, the pig is cowardly, the monkey is foolhardy, the dragon is too busy staying in his ponysona, and the river deity is carrying the bags narratively this is confusing for several reasons but i could literally teach a college level class on what DBZ does that no writer should ever, EVER, do and every friday to prevent unkind amounts of homework point at how original dragonball at least had narrative cohesion of purpose when it went off in left field but that's part of the journey- in original dragonball everything is a journey of the human spirit for self improvement, in original journey to the west everything is a journey of the human spirit for a shot at redemption, but in DBZ everything is goku is awesome and nobody else is worth his time unless they go ‘ha-ha, i am the most powerful fight punch guy in universe, we must fight’ because fuck anyone who isnt the most powerful being in the universe and even fuck them because they almost never have a reason for being the most powerful and its irritating how shit they are like some of them are mentally five years old who gave you the power to be this dangerous. whats odd is they specifically set it up several times that goku is supposed to narratively step aside and his son(s) step up to carry on the legacy in a return to the earlier more sensable formula, even presenting them as being less powerful as him as an attempt to move away form the absurd escalation issues the series had where goku can destroy a planet by farting yet every thursday they mysteriously find someone five times stronger then the last strongest person in the universe as that wasnt the point in either original dragonball or journey to the west where being clever was always far more important then being powerful, especially as son wukong was mostly more powerful then goku anyways but still got in monster of the week shenannegans not solvable by impulsive brutality. they knew this was a problem, they understood that the endless escalation had gone to the realm where the audience had lost any investment and nobody other then goku could be useful to the story to the point that they even had a WHOLE SERIES where to try and counteract the power creep they had some weird explanation goku is actually time traveled or cursed or some shit so hes only a kid and roughly as strong as he was in later episodes of the original dragonball..... close, so close to actually addressing the problem but also keeping so many other problems krillin moving into being the protagonist would have alleviated the majority of the problems DBZ had- the power escalation bullshittery and the complete lack of stakes as you know goku is going to punch the thing untill it explodes after six episodes of yelling and anything without ‘planet gonna go boom’ no longer seems like a problem worth caring about. goku being downgraded to being the impulsive muscle on a team that included others that were less overtly powerful but still narratively useful to the adventure would have also alleviated almost all the ‘everybody who isnt goku is a fragile useless  porcelain figurine of a child’ problems that are very counter-intuitive and kind of insulting: in original dragonball, for example, master roshi was the only known human capable of doing the kamehameha which took 50 years to learn (goku learns it by watching it once and that should have been the cap for him being overpowered{a rival teacher had a more powerful version that nobody else learns}), climbed the sacred tower which took 7 years (it took goku about a week, which is well within the realm of where escalation should be), and blew up the fucking moon but in dbz his ‘power level’ is lower then his pet turtle..... despite all of that and being the one who trained goku and krillin allowing them to be absurdly strong in the first place so they apparently forgot their own history.  so taking the actual good story points they aready had and throwing them in the trash is a running problem

they even had the setup for krillin being in peril continually, all the ‘krillin dies’ memes are about on par with how often every demon on the road (which they pass like gas stations) are kidnapping and trying to eat Tripitaka, whcih is framed as despite Tripitaka being powerful he isnt as powerful as his allies but never framed as useless, especially as even goku has to seek help frequently, often from non-martial sources instead of the ‘kung fu solves everything’ mindset im unsure if anyone will want to start a fight about my statements regarding daballz but im okay with an intelectual argument about its writing .... how do i tag this? i forgot replies dont let me do that but i need to learn how to tag my rants one of theese days in hopes they actually get feedback

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball 133

It’s three years later, baby!   And that means it’s time for the 23rd Tenkaichi Budokai!   Unfortunately, none of the main characters have shown up to register, and they’re about to close up for the day. 

Here’s Puar and Oolong.   I guess Oolong looks a little taller?   Well, he pretty much stays at this height from here on out, so I give up trying to figure out how old he is.

I like how Bulma is super-excited to see Launch, like they became good pals off panel.   Roshi is all astonished at how Bulma looks after three years.   Okay, but she was 19 the last time he saw her.   Does she really look that different now?   Besides, he seemed to like ‘em young before.   If anything, you’d think he’d lose interest in Bulma and Launch by now.

Bulma’s kind of sore at Yamcha, who apparently dropped by West City exactly once in three years, and then never showed his face again.  

Never mind that.    This little girl lost her baloon!   If only someone could reach it!

Bulma tries, but she’s just not tall enough!   And that’s a shame, because she’s one of the taller people here.    Oolong could turn into something tall enough, but he’s a lazy fuck, so that’s not happening. 

Then this big strappin’ fella shows up and gets the baloon.   No one knows who he is, but he knows Bulma.

Who the heck is this guy?   Could it be????

That’s right, it’s Goku!   And he’s huge!   Now all the bad guys won’t have to bend over awkwardly to punch him!

Bulma thinks Adult Goku is HAWT.   

Puar reminds her that Yamcha’s even hawt-er.   You know, I can’t really tell, to be honest, but Yamcha is hotter than Goku, isn’t he?    Like, I always just took it for granted that Yamcha was the eye candy of the gang.  

Bulma doesn’t appreciate this, however, because she’s super fickle.    She’s got that Saiyan fever, and she doesn’t even know what it is yet.

Turns out there’s only five minutes left to sign up for the tournament, and the others still haven’t shown up, so they start talking about having Paur and Oolong disguise themselves to sign up in their place.   Except Oolong has to cool down for a minute in between shape-shifting, so he couldn’t cover the whole squad in time, even with Puar helping. 

Fortunately, I just heard the word that’s been around, and guess who’s back in town.    Boys are back.   Boys are back.

Turns out they all went their separate ways some time ago, and ran into each other today.   Yamcha’s got scars on his face, but I think the real question is where he got those shoulderguards.  

Goku says hi, and Krillin loses it.

He hasn’t seen Goku since the end of the last tournament, you see, so this is a big deal to him.   Goku brought him back to life, and he never had the chance to thank him.   Chiaotzu didn’t either, but he’s not gonna hug Goku because that’s not how Chiaotzu rolls.

“Whoa, Goku looks so jacked.    He’s probably stronger than ever.”

“Indeed.  This should be a most interestng tournament.”

“He’s not handsomer than me, though, is he?”

“What?  No, of course not, Yamcha.”

Later, Tien pulls Roshi aside and asks him if he’ll be participating again as Jackie Chun.   Roshi says no, as he’s convinced that he wouldn’t stand a chance against them this time.    Then Dragon Ball Super happened.

Bulma goes to her hotel room and makes a li’l ghost out of tissue paper and hangs it from the window.   I have no idea why.

Krillin asks Goku what it was like training with Kami, and Goku explains that it was really hard.   Like taking a math test, only, y’know, twice.

Yamcha says he’s been training in his sleep for three years.   Was Yamcha in a coma the whole time?  

Also, I think it’s somewhere around here that the word “training” really kind of lost all meaning.   At the beginning of Dragon Ball, we saw exactly how much hard work Goku and Krillin did to get as strong as they became.   Now, “training” is just a thing characters say they did to justify their relevance in a fight.    

This isn’t to say that Yamcha didn’t train, or that he failed to train hard enough, but the problem is that we really don’t know.    He just did some training, and now we have to wait and see how far it’ll get him.  The implication is that “training” is just a thing you do when you want to get stronger, as if it were a one-step solution.

Okay, so this is one of my favorite scenes in Dragon Ball, where this clock tower gets struck by lightning, and debris rains down on this mother and son.

She rushes over to shield him...

Also, this bystander lady looks really cool.  I was trying to grab the moment where the falling debris got zapped away, but this is fine.

Mom is all grateful to their hero, who turns out to be...

DA DA DAN-DA-DA-DANNNNNN!   Doodly-doodly-doo-doo.

Piccolo Junior is here to wreck some shit!  Starting with the pieces of that clock tower, apparently!   Also, he crushes that kid’s toy when he walks away.   

But why would Piccolo save a mother and son?  He’s pure evil!   Or does he? 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 

The next day, the monks shoot off fireworks for the crowd. 

Goku asks Roshi if he brought a Turtle School uniform for him to wear like the last two tournaments.   Roshi insists that they’ve all surpassed his teachings, and they’ve become fine martial artists in their own right.   They don’t need to wear his colors anymore.

Krillin expected to hear something like that, which is exactly why he had one made for just this occasion.   Krillin looks bad ass.   The only thing he’s missing are the t-shirt and boots he wore during the Androids arc.  

Yamcha’s like “Krillin, you magnificent son of a bitch, I read your book, bro!”

And Goku has a Turtle uniform too.   Why did he ask Roshi for one, then?   Maybe he wanted to see if Roshi had a spare, since he always wrecks his uniform every time he fights in these tournaments.    Can’t borrow Krillin’s anymore, because he’s too big for that.

Krillin and Yamcha notice that Goku’s tail is gone (again), and Goku explains that Kami removed it.   Goku himself doesn’t understan why, but he knows that Kami restored the moon some time back, and he removed Goku’s tail around the same time.  I assume this process was permanent, since we’ll never see Goku’s tail again.   Well, it came back in Dragon Ball GT, but fuck GT, honestly.  

Then Goku gets a gander at this feller.   Yeah, that’s right, Piccolo is here and he’s entered this tournament.

He didn’t register as “Piccolo”, though.   He signed up as “Majunior”, or “Demon Junior” as he’s called in the dub.  

[museincarnate]

For the first time, Hakkona didn't find her own tears to be a sign of weakness, or a sort of negative response to something that she shouldn't have been crying over. Instead, when the Turtle Monk took so much care to wipe the tears from her face and continue to be patient with her, she felt as though being emotional was okay, even if it was for a somewhat silly reason.

That small smile of his would make the Buff Gal smile softly in return, as her face was caressed; a further lean into Krillin's touch being given, as she resisted her want to purr softly, out of comfort. "T-That sounds really nice." Frankly, she'd forgotten what a soft touch felt like, especially in a sort of romantic context, since the two seemed interested in taking things slowly together; the hair being tucked behind her ears only making her cheeks turn pink. "K-Krillin... You make it sound like you want us to have a commitment to each other... L-Like a relationship..." Her tone was almost excited, if not cautious, as to not presume anything if that wasn't what he was wanting with her. He was going through such lengths to make sure they were both comfortable, even with the Saiyaness being an emotional wreck.

Ironically, he was wooing her; his kindness and genuine interest being such an unexpected twist that any ideas of casual intimacy suddenly felt like they weren't right... Like he deserved something more. Genuine connection seemed to be at the forefront of what Hakkona was wanting, suddenly, and had he not been so caring previously, his suggestion to take deep breaths would've been met with frantic, panicked sarcasm. She'd do as she was instructed while nodding slowly; attempting to keep her gaze locked on his own, while her tail reflected her mood, through how it began to slow down in its swaying.

"N-No... I-It's okay!" Oh dear, he obviously didn't mean to make her cry, but his admittance not meaning to throw her off had the Saiyaness feeling a bit guilty; tears rolling down her cheeks just as Krillin was beginning to wipe away at them. For the first time in awhile, she felt herself leaning into someone else's touch; Hakkona's breathing slowing rather quickly, as her other hand squeezed his softly. "H-How do you mean? I-I wasn't talking about mood lighting or music, if that's what you thought..." She wasn't as frantic as she was moments ago, but the Buff Gal wasn't quite back to her calm, collected self; trying to navigate the conversation with the Turtle Monk.

[olboypacman]

On The Menu

Krillin’s preparing a meal for 18 and herself. 18 decides to go about distracting her, so Krillin decides to change up what’s on the menu. Genderbent Krillin and 18. Limes ahead.

A/N: I don't own DBZ, or any referenced characters. The designs of 18 and Krillin are based on those in the cover art (for those of reading on ff). I'd also like to extend a very special thanks to @chestnutisland on tumblr for allowing me to use the artwork for a cover.

Having a place in the city wasn’t too bad. Not to say that there weren’t any drawbacks either.

The sunset over the city skyline was simply divine. But it didn’t compare to the sunset on Kame Island.

The spacious sandy beaches had been good fun; the frozen treat vendors, beach front clubs and eateries are also good for a night out.

But on Kame Island it was our beach, though 18.

And not having a beach of their own comes with the unappreciative glances and cat calls at his wife in swimwear. Then Android 18 would throw some looks of his own. And a right hook. A left elbow. A knee. And then his wife, in her infinite patience with the man, went and used up all her favors down at the station.

There’s also the solitude of their own place, no lecherous old men or shape-shifting pigs trying to rope him into watching porn.

There’s no real downside to that.

Especially when he’s treated to sights like this.

Krillin wasn’t especially dressed up. Honestly, she can make anything work as far as 18 was concerned. Her old Turtle School gi. An evening gown. 18’s favorite jean vest over a t-shirt, hell any of 18’s clothes really.

Today she was dressed in a teal blue t-shirt, black bands adorning her wrists and blue jean shorts. She’d made the decision to grow her hair out a few years ago. It’s of a decent length these days, to the point where she’s got into the habit of brushing the fringes off her forehead despite its not long enough to fall into her eyes. Her eyes meet his, and she smiles at him, bright and full of love.

The simple things in life are truly among the most pleasing.

She was moving about apartment’s kitchen, prepping their evening meal. Moving from the fridge with an armful of vegetables, placing them in a white bowl and in turn placing that bowl in the sink to rinse. Going to the stove built in to the kitchen’s island preheating an eye or two.

Oh, sweet Kami, the kitchen. 18’s sworn enemy. Every time he stepped into that dreaded place it would be a complete catastrophe if he tried to prepare anything more complicated than a bowl of cereal. He’d rather hash it out with a certain flamed-haired prince than try to prep a meal.

Well…

Maybe that wasn’t exactly true.

There was one saving grace that came of 18’s catastrophic kitchen adventures.

His wife.

No matter what he did. No matter how close he’d been to burning down the apartment.

Krillin would give him her illuminating smile, her eyes trained on him, shining with love, understanding, and immeasurable amount of patience. She’d gently take his hands in her own and say, “Don’t worry about it, Lazuli. As long as you tried your best, I’m not upset with you. We’ll get it next time.”

Man did he love that woman.

A thought occurs to 18.

A way to show his love to his wife.

Finished with his lounging for the day, 18 sits up from the couch dusting imaginary dirt from his pants and shirt and makes his way to the kitchen.

She had just put a pot on the eye boil and is making her way to the bowl of rinsed vegetables. She catches her husbands’ eye as he makes his to her. She smiles at him once more, brightly as always as she’s pulling knife and a cutting board from a drawer and says, “So I see you liked the shirt after all.” Referring to the navy-blue t-shirt with an orange bolt on the chest he was wearing.

“Oh,” says 18, as the sound of vegetables being chopped begins to consume the kitchen. “It’s just something I grabbed without paying attention. I still think its pretty gaudy. Would you rather I go shirtless.” He finished with a teasing smile, lifting the shirt just a bit revealing a sliver of his toned abs.

A blush begins to stain the face of the former monk as she focuses her attention on chopping vegetables. “That could be nice,” Krillin lowly muttered.

Before Krillin even realized it, 18 had completely covered the distance between them. He slightly pulls up hem of Krillin’s shirt, exposing her bare waist to the cool apartment air. “What was that?” He whispered into her ear, as he begins to caress her skin.

He slowly snakes his hands up tout her body as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of her body.

She intakes a sharp breath, as her grip on the knife relaxes. “Baby,” she says between shuttering breaths, “I’m trying to make us meal here.” He takes her b-cup breasts into his hands, lightly caressing her nipples. “I can’t make that happen with you,” he lightly pinches one of her nipples, “distracting me.”

18 peppers neck with kisses. He manages to locate her pulse, her sweet spot, and bites down hard, then sucks the sensitive piece of flesh.

“Uh, Lazuli,” moans Krillin. She drops the knife completely, the utensil clattering uselessly on the counter; vegetables left about half way cut. She digs her hand into 18’s short cropped blonde hair, attempting to pull him closer encouraging his ministrations.

“I see my little monk doesn’t mind being on the menu, huh?” 18 said coyly, in between leaving kisses and bites on Krillin’s neck.

Krillin responds by pulling 18 into a searing hot kiss, shoving her tongue in his mouth for her worth.

She turns around without breaking the kiss. Her hands find their around 18’s neck and his hands find their way around her hips.

“I know what you want,” says Krillin breaking the kiss, smiling that bright smile at her husband.

She pushes him, letting out a ‘oof’ as his back hits the fridge.

She saunters her way over to him, stilling smiling. But smile seemed to have taken on a more predatory glean.

Once she’s close, she grabs a handful of his collar pulling him down to her height. She starts to kiss and bite 18’s neck.

Her other hand goes below the belt cupping…

Well, cupping what she can fit in her hand. 18’s rather ‘gifted’, Krillin’s words.

“Is this on the menu?” Says Krillin throwing some coyness over her own at her husband as she rubs him through his jeans.

She doesn’t for wait a response as she swiftly removes his belt, throwing the leather strap over kitchen’s island.

She then pulls down his pants and underwear, unleashing his fully erect manhood. She drops to her knees, cupping his sack in hand and his throbbing manhood in the other.

Krillin kisses her husband’s sack. She’s making her way to the head, licking the underside of his shaft. 18’s making noises of pleasure and takes a sharp intake of breath. His wife has made it to her final destination, the head of his manhood, giving it a good lingering lick.

Krillin starts to go to town on her husband; kissing it, sucking it, alternating between the shaft and his sack, stroking his length, twirling her tongue around the head, lapping up ‘anything’ that she managed to work out of him.

“Ah, Krillin,” moans 18.

She stops, her eyes meeting the face of her husband in the thrones of pleasure at her work.

“Babe…?” Says 18, looking down to his wife.

She giggles one more time, coyness returning to her eyes as they stare up into her husbands.

She then takes him deep into her warm, moist mouth as deep as she can without gagging.

“Fuck,” lowly mutters 18 at her action.

She comes off the base of his manhood, slowly, stopping at the head giving it a good lick.

“Talk to me, Zuli. Otherwise I may decide I’ve had my fill.” Says Krillin as she gently strokes him.

“Keep going, baby,” he says in a breathy whisper, “I’m so fucking close K.”

She gives one more lick to the underside of head, taking another taste of what 18 has to offer, “Tsk, tsk, tsk. You’re not telling me what I want to hear Lazuli.”

She continues to tease him, slowly taking him into her mouth while slowly stroking him. “Fuck Krillin, what do you want me to say?!”

“You never answered my question, love.” Says Krillin.

18 laughs softly to himself, he answers, “It’s on the menu, Krillin.”

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[bicokun]

Decided to revisit my alternate universe in which Chichi joins Goku for training after the first arc. I imagine when she manages to beat Krillin for the second spot training under Roshi, Krillin probably becomes motivated enough to beat his brother monks as well as Bacterian in the prelim, so he can fight Chichi again in the actual tournament. I figure his tenacity wins over Chichi as well as Roshi even though he’s still nowhere near her level without the Turtle School strength and speed training, and after the tournament he’s taken in for proper training while Goku and Chichi go off on the next quest for the dragon balls.

I imagine this is where Chichi would get the Bashō-sen during a side quest to become her version of Goku’s nyoi-bo, probably around the fight with Colonel Silver and the assault on Muscle Tower. I think after Muscle Tower Chichi would part ways with Goku as he heads off to meet Bulma, and she trains with the Bashō-sen with her father, learning some advanced techniques until the Fortune Teller Baba arc.

This is where Chichi will meet her mother in a similar way to Goku meeting Grandpa Gohan. Here’s where we’d get some good character development with her mother encouraging her to become strong in order to fight by Goku’s side (who she’s still determined to marry despite realizing at this point that Goku has no idea what that means), and Chichi’s mom also shows off how strong she is as well, I think teaching her the Sanmei technique which summons an inextinguishable fire like the one which consumed her home.

This brings us to the 22nd World Tournament, where Tenshinhan would be the main villain, followed immediately by King Piccolo. I figure Chichi would have found a way to train with her mom while Goku travelled the world. At 14, Chichi looks closer to her adult self, while Goku hasn’t grown at all despite being a year older. Obviously, Chichi is still smitten. I think here Chichi would fight Chiaotzu first, having to power through his psychic attack, while Krillin would fight Tenshinhan. Chichi would then fight Tenshinhan and get very close to beating him, but while she’s stronger than Krillin and her techniques put Tenshinhan off balance, she’s not quite as strong as Goku (I’d say 170 to Goku and Tenshinhan’s 180, going by the Daizenshuu power levels). The tournament otherwise proceeds the same, until the Piccolo saga begins.

Here I think Chichi is the one to get killed, so that takes her out of the fight, but she has a difference from Krillin now in that she’s familiar with some of the afterlife denizens. I think I’d like her to score some training with Enma/Yemma in the afterlife, and through him perhaps she learns the basics of the Kaioken. She can’t do any of the x2 when she gets back, but it’s enough of a boost to put her on par with Goku (by the end of the Piccolo arc he’s 260, and even without her base getting stronger, Chichi could get 255 with a Kaioken).

So Chichi gets wished back after Kami revives the dragon, and she’s set on keeping up with Goku. She decides to go on her own training journey while Goku trains with Kami, first going through Karin’s training and then going around the world as Goku had previously done. She doesn’t get a whole lot stronger compared to Goku, I’d say she gets to 260 without the Kaioken, and can get a burst of up to 390, compared to Goku’s max of 380. So she says if she beats Goku then he has to marry her, but even though she jacks him up pretty hard with the Kaioken, Goku manages to beat her just because her stamina runs out. Of course he still decides to marry her because he likes the idea of having a strong sparring partner he can live with.

So basically they hook up, have Gohan, and Piccolo is even less inclined to screw around with that family. I figure the two get much stronger than they would have before because now Chichi has the drive to get stronger as well as Goku. While she is definitely protective of Gohan, and wants him to succeed in his studies, she has a little more of that Goten-raising Chichi in her, where she wants her son to also train his body. By the time the Dragon Ball Z period begins, I’d say Goku is probably closer to 670 and can get up to a 1,340 with a Kamehameha (a little stronger than Piccolo’s original SBC), while Chichi has caught up in strength to be an even 670, going up to 1,005 with just Kaioken, but managing around 2,000 when combined with her own charged attack. when combined with her. Piccolo would be a little behind them, having also trained much harder due to feeling Goku and Chichi sparring all the time, and Gohan ends up having a more respectable power level of 260 in his normal state, but enraged ends up equaling his uncle at 1,500. And that’s about where things start off next time on some Dragon Ball Z sketch.

[sweetescapeartist]

Krillin: The Last Turtle Disciple

Lazuli: For a moment, we thought we finally had peace. Then, everything changed when Freeza & his army attacked. Only Goku, a disciple of the Turtle Hermit, could stop him, but when the world needed him most, he vanished. Five years passed and my brother and I discovered another Turtle student, a monk named Krillin, and although his martial arts skills are great, he has a lot to learn before he's ready to save anyone. But I believe Krillin can save the world.

Krillin channeling his god ki to connect with Goku

@gogeta3d The Legend of Z or The Legend of Gohan is the sequel when Gohan takes up the helm.

[abhisheksingh098]

Dragon Ball Rap Cypher - Gameboy Jones

Dragon Ball Rap Cypher - Gameboy Jones

Dragon Ball Rap Cypher - Lyrics | Gameboy Jones

**Lyrics**

Gameboy Jones:-

Who's the man, That got the power of the gods Who will take on all opponents like it was his normal job Got these people up in arms to weaponize a spirit bomb Laughing in these villains faces with a Kamehameha I'm the face of a franchise if you take a look I got a game made by Bandai, cause I keep demand high Flying on my Nimbus this a dope view You all know the name call me Kakarot or Goku

<![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> Dreaded Yasuke:-

Rise up only with a strong I claim affiliates If you see me in my Sayian Armor now I'm serious Some benefit being superior to idiots If I'm dead and gone then feel the fury from my lineage Red run down on my head, Drumming inside my heart, tread Water when I'm parched, when a demon Controlling who gets fed Bottom from start but never kneeling to be pledge Allegiance only perfect the art of fighting on the edge

Connor Quest:-

Krillin here to kill um, my skills is hitting the ceiling I'm kicking in any villain Destructo disc, get it spinning From training with Master Roshi, I'm tackling any foe see And known to be one thats shining Bright like sun rays off my dome piece This monk is hard, couldn't beat me with a jumping start These burns are sick like my six moxibustion marks Unnatural ability and fighting as a Z now Messing with 18 get opened with the ki, POW <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> VGRB:-

Flowin' like a sacred water Roshi be the looker That is heating up the battle like a brought a rice cooker That had sealed up Piccolo you better be brave If you meddle with the maker of Kamehameha waves It now it's time to make your name here at the turtle school Have a seat I'm the trainer of the toughest thugs the world has seen In the game for centuries you know I'll never stop My Ki begins to rise, the panties start to drop

Shwabadi:-

People always lump me in among the worst But I'm in the top 5 ever born on earth At the Tenkaichi, I ain't ever come first I bounce back easy, I ain't ever felt hurt Hair? Iconic. Speed? Supersonic Yes, I'm on it, scour top 10's, I made the list Mission? Ending wrongdoers with a stylish maneuver There's no mover cooler than the wolf fang fist

<![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> KickFlamez:-

I'm like the Pillsbury doughboy Jedi mind tricks toss ya body In the snow boy squad of shooters Ki-Blast will leave you destroyed They underestimate the shiny head and then they get Floyd Be careful you are fucking the al-quide Bomb, a living terror threat I'm the rocket city Saddam the kamikaze Jet hellfire send you to heaven Small package do big damage like 9/11 I'm the mother fucking weapon

Baker the Legend:-

Tien, The king of Tri-Beam, think about it You can't name a stronger earthling With my third eye, I can see ya whole destiny Meant to be a killer, till I met Goku and Roshi Green Gi, On my body and its good for combat Solar Flare, Dodon Ray, Nah you don't want that See me and Chiaotzi, Better turn corners Tien, I'm putting the world back in order Kidd Rap Piccolo, I do this for the souls lost on Planet Namek Tell Kakarot to come correct because I'm doing damage I got that special beam cannon when I handle Saiyans This is nothing new Born from an evil dude so if I'm in a mood I might just blow up the moon Get the dragon balls tell 'em that I'm coming soon I had to fuse with nail just to get a boost as well When I shoot this hell better know I shoot to kill <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> Nytexing:-

Biggest Samurai with a sword yea I'm well-equipped plug with the senzu bean I know where the bag is, see me on the battlefield I'll knock you with a fat kick, one slash to ya Spinal Cord will make ya backflip I'm the strongest human with a katana I cut very well I roll with a bunch of warriors I see as fairy tales Clutch when Vegeta first attacked Goku Would've failed if didn't fly through the sky cutting off his tail

Nemraps:-

Gohan, The most Hated when I rip through teams I'm juiced up! Injecting myself with concentrated senzu beans Go hard or go home, I was trained by Piccolo Ya girl saw the bone now. she getting pickled on the low Seeing me run in the battlefield, pounding my fist And I'm ready to kill Putting my entire arm in ya body. I'm wondering how does it feel? Punch you all the way to hell you know what I did to cell I'm about to go ape-shit and I don't even need a tail None like Joshua:-

This ain't a cypher it's a tournament of fighters And I'll be number one soon as Kakarot retires If you were claiming I'm second best you in the line of my fire Prince of the Saiyans is coming to slay it Vegeta, you know me, my armor is staying on Limits are breaking my intimidation is greater than any in the squad Kakarot anything that you can be, well I can be it too Super Saiyan 1, 2, God, or Blue Don't you get to thinking that I ever want to fuse Got the final flash and I'll be saving it for Buu At least I know that my son will be cool Out of everybody that was once an enemy And then lost to Goku I'm the best one that used to be evil

<![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> Cilvanis:-

Imma blast to the past then it's back to the future And I hate androids like an iPhone User ha Apocalyptic when I hop on the track Cus' every time I spit bars it's a burning attack If you ever talk shit to me or my father Vegeta I'ma slice ya body up and leave the pats in a Frieza Then I break em down until I see that ya cells warp Take you to my hometown and package you at capsule corps

Rustage:-

Act like a rebel soar high like a treble Note, Battle me? I'm a machine ay Hot as a kettle, and harder than metal an android call me 17 ay Rocket like firing beams imma get mean Charging my Ki like it's my gasoline call it obscene Blow like tetrafluoroethylene Changing my tone like it's major guess it's apart of my nature But if you want to mess with me you're messing with a ranger Shocking I put you in danger I'm just not constructed for failure Cus I'm a hardened warrior inside a steel container

<![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> Savvy Hyuga:-

Underestimating cuz you think I grew softer But soon you will find out I'm still that deadly monster Ready to Scrap for my Hubby or daughter No hesitation I was made to slaughter Even the future knew my threat was initial Cowering in fear though I'm artificial Aim to take em out, yeah that's simple L on your belt to make it official Now if you wanna fall back with the speed of my Ki No backing down I wanna make you bleed for my creed Ain't no stoppin dop to your knees and plead Mercy ain't what you'll see from 18 Enough with the chatter let's resume our session Coming in with the speed for the hits thats venom Few quick combos to teach you a lesson Bout to get schooled by a blond in denim Data Dave:-

This isn't a facade I'm beating all the odds You know that I'm am a boss with more power than the gods Cell was formed and then Cell was warned He'd be clapped Even harder than the cheeks before Videl was born You are messing with the Champ now All I know is fire like I'm working on a campground And when I'm around every single villain seems to curdle Didn't you know I'm the strongest in the world bro MAT4YO:-

Hey! Look down here, Pops, If you wonder whos on top It's the youngest son to have his dragon balls drop 10 out of Goten stunting on punks With a power level that'll have you wetting your trunks I'm a Fusion, A Hybrid, I'm so fuel-efficient Been martial artistic since I was an infant I'll strike you up to heaven if you question me again It's in the name, Baby, I'm to GOAT, end Mark Cooper:-

I'm doing good, I pulled a number two Out with the skinny buu saw the world how I never knew Evil Residue transform into revenue John Wick a man for Hercule and the puppy too I've been excellent way before the hatching Way before the distractions The attempts of body snatching So just imagine, my stomach when It needs to be filled My Appetite is too sweet its diabetic skilled

<![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> Diggz Da Prophecy:-

I like my peace don't forget it I'm legit tho Living so aloof but in a sec I'll get lit bro You gotta problem? That's your biz I'ma dip so I can get some cake and chill with Bulma on the ship go Get ya team, I ain't worried in the least N Bulma really like me cuz she heard I like to eat Or better yet since you thinking you the one I'll stop everything you throw with a pinky and thumb

DizzyEIGHT:-

Young Beerus the God of Destruction. I bring fear with my name If you wanna spar then I'll put you all shame Listen I'm a god so I rage Your life is something even Shenron couldn't save You don't wanna Clash Cause if I punch and it land I turn your whole planet into ash Me and you are not the same, I'm a different breed Check yourself before you ever try to step to me DaddyPhatSnaps:-

Legendary Power level Unlimited Sent away by the cowards I was living with They would cower when they figured I was Imminent So they sent me to another planet primitive Now I'm coming for the people who abandoned me And when I find them I won't be the only one with tragedies Level Up! Bury any bit of my Humanity And take my place Broly greatest Saiyan in the Galaxy

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[fullbattleregalia]

A Chance Meeting

(More K18 feels happened so… yeah.  In which Krillin met 18 almost two decades before either remember.)

Krillin sat down on the steps outside the temple with a sigh.  He was starting to think that the life of a monk really wasn’t for him.  Krillin had come to the temple when he was eight and it had become abundantly clear that his family had far more mouths than his parents could ever hope to feed. At first, Krillin had been happy at the temple.  He was a middle child and used to being overlooked.  Besides, he was getting to learn martial arts which was amazing and fun! Sure, he got teased a bit, because he was a little on the short side and didn’t have a nose, but it wasn’t anything bad. Then Krillin had turned eleven, and while the other boys his age had started to shoot up one by one, Krillin had stayed… small.  That’s when the teasing had turned from friendly to mean.

Krillin kicked at a pebble and rubbed at the bruise forming on his shoulder from when one of the older, favored students of the temple had casually shoved him into a wall.

“I thought monks were supposed to be nice to people.”

“Huh?”  Krillin blinked and looked up.  A small girl in a lavender sundress was staring at him intently.  She looked like she was a few years younger than Krillin – nine, maybe ten? – and her short blonde hair was pulled into two bristly pigtails at the back of her head.  She put her hands on her hips.

“I saw that monk shove you and call you ‘turtle face,’ and that wasn’t very nice, and I thought that monks were supposed to be nice to people.”  She sounded incredibly indignant.

“Yeah.  I guess he’s not a very good monk.”  Krillin was fairly certain that he’d seen the kid around before.  Maybe at the market.  “I’m not that great at being a monk either,” Krillin admitted.  Krillin’s tendency to steal extra rice cakes made the elders cross, but even after almost five years at the temple, Krillin was still working on breaking his habit of hording food.

The little girl considered this with a very serious expression.

“Then why are you a monk?  Do you like being a monk?”

“I like learning martial arts,” Krillin shrugged.  Someday he was going to be such an amazing martial artist that pretty girls his own age wouldn’t care that he barely came up to their waist and didn’t have a nose.  What was wrong with not having a nose, anyway?  Nobody else in his family had had a nose either.

“But you don’t like the rest of being a monk,” the little girl concluded. Krillin side-eyed her.  She was being way too perceptive for a kid her age.

He glanced around to make sure that no one from the temple was within earshot and then reluctantly mumbled,

“Yeah.”

“You’re stupid,” the girl told him.

“Hey!” Krillin squawked indignantly.  He got enough insults at the temple without this kid helping out.  

She rolled her eyes.

“If the only part you like is the martial arts, then go learn them somewhere that isn’t a temple.”  She crossed her arms and grumbled to herself, “Boys are so dumb.”

Krillin blinked at her in surprise.  That was… actually a really good idea.  Why hadn’t he thought of that?

“Lazuli!” shouted another young voice.  The little girl turned as a young boy, who bore a striking resemblance to her aside from his black hair, came running up.  “I’ve been looking for you everywhere!  Mom is going to be so mad if she finds out that you were talking to strangers again!”

The little girl, Lazuli, looked like she wanted to stick out her tongue at her brother but refrained.

“Dad said that holy people don’t count as strangers, just like policemen, and he’s a monk.”

“Whatever.  Let’s just get back to Mom before we’re both grounded.”

“Fine.”  Lazuli left with her brother without at backward glance.

Krillin watched them go, his mind buzzing with new possibilities.