#CUT IT OUT YAMCHA

[nashvillethotchicken]

Louis grew up a closeted black gay man in Jim Crow New Orleans ion know why Daniel keeps trying to pick fights with that man as if he won't put some vaseline on his face and beat his ass with a lock in his hand

[tobiasdrake]

You previously anaylzed Yamcha's fighting style and the flaws he doesn't overcome. Do you have any thoughts on how Krillin fights?

Krillin's fighting style is one of my favorites, to be honest. He's a dedicated pragmatist, ready and willing to do whatever it takes to win. His techniques and strategies are deceptive and tricksy, always on the lookout for a way to circumvent the straight fight.

Krillin's fighting style is all about cutting the knot. It's just a shame that, Dragon Ball being what it is, his methods run counter to its central philosophies and so he is doomed to constant failure.

We get our first glimpse of the kind of fighter Krillin is going to be when he defeats Goku in the rock hunt on the first day of their training.

He first tries to win the competition by forging a counterfeit rock. But when the Muten-Roshi sees through that, he instead uses his counterfeit to fake out Goku and steal the real rock for himself.

He's narratively punished for this victory when his reward dinner poisons him via badly prepared pufferfish. But we see the foundations of what will become his martial style beginning to take root here.

Krillin is a tricky trickster. His goal is to be the guy still standing at the end of the fight. That's what he's here for. Though he does quickly soften up and become Goku's Male Bestie (opposited Bulma as Goku's Female Bestie), he carries this pragmatism with him as he begins to develop his skills.

Note that this is not to say Krillin isn't a capable fighter in his own right. As a pupil of Kame-senryu, he is a formidable martial artist. He begins to show the fruits of his martial training as early as the 21st Tenkaichi Budokai, where he crushes one of the monks that used to bully him in the preliminaries. He also pressures his own mentor, the Muten-Roshi, by raw skill alone.

Krillin's got the skills and he uses them. When I say he's underhanded and deceitful, I don't mean instead of fighting straight. It's a weapon in his toolbelt but not the only one. Nonetheless, it's a potent one, as he nearly defeats the Muten-Roshi via a special technique that only Krillin would devise.

Goddammit, Roshi.

He starts out using these kinds of underhanded tricks to compliment his martial arts. But as he grows as a martial artist, he begins to incorporate strategies like this into his art itself.

Aside from a brief and mostly offscreen bout with General Blue, his next significant fights are in the 22nd Tenkaichi Budokai. His fight with Chiaotzu demonstrates the way Krillin's sneakiness and martial training complement one another, as a major spotlight of it is his ki exchange with Chiaotzu.

Chiaotzu, like Tenshinhan, is a trained wielder of the Dodonpa. A lethal technique first introduced by the assassin Taopaipai, designed to fire a thin ki bullet from one finger, straight through its target for a mortal blow.

To counter this, Krillin attempts to perform the Kamehameha for the very first time. Which. Is. Absolutely stupid and reckless, as the Muten-Roshi notes. Baby's First Kamehameha is a poor choice to defend himself from the Dodonpa.

Or it would be, if that were the plan.

This is Krillin's strength in action. He fakes out everyone with an in @ Me Bruh bluff and then skirts around the direct competition to blindside Chiaotzu when he isn't looking. This is what a tricky trickster martial artist looks like.

In his next match with Goku, we see Krillin's ruthless pragmatism on full display. He devises his own version of Tenshinhan's Taiyoken/Solar Flare.

And he nearly wins by a tail when he once again breaks out his weak, improvised Kamehameha.

This bluff is brilliant. He gets Goku's focus on the Kamehameha while his true goal is Goku's tail. Unfortunately for him, Goku - under advisement from both the Muten-Roshi and his Grandpa Gohan - has been training his body to rid himself of that critical flaw over the last three years. His tail no longer saps his energy when it's grabbed.

But if Goku were still the same fighter Krillin knew before, this bluff would have been game-ending for their semifinal match. Krillin's abilities both in martial arts and in knot-cutting have advanced substantially. It's just that Goku's have advanced as well.

Krillin only gets one fight in the 23rd Tenkaichi Budokai. But he goes hard.

In the three years since last tournament, Krillin's devised bending ki blasts that home in on their target. Holy shit, what a stellar-

GOT YOU SUCKER THAT'S A FAKEOUT IT'S KRILLER TIME

Krillin's invented bending ki blasts that home in on their target as a distraction. Sadly for Krillin, characters at this point are beginning to distribute Bukujutsu, the Flying Technique, among themselves so surprise ringouts aren't an option anymore. Piccolo's been capable of performing Bukujutsu since his previous life.

Krillin loses the match, though he does force an admission from Piccolo that martial artists of his caliber will make the world difficult to conquer.

The next chance Krillin has to put his skills on display comes six years later when the Saiyans attack the Earth. Vegeta and Nappa grow their six Saibamen, forcing the Earthlings to entertain them by battling these veggie monsters. Tenshinhan and Yamcha handily defeat two of them, though Yamcha's killed by a surprise attack.

And then Krillin decides enough is enough and makes his move: Opening fire directly on Nappa and Vegeta with everything he's got.

A fool's attack guaranteed to fail against the insurmountable might of the Saiyan-no, wait, what's he doing?

Ha, fuck you, he was aiming for the Saibamen the whole time! Made ya look. Though he does also hit Nappa and Vegeta for good measure.

Krillin is technically the first Earthling to ever land a hit on either of these guys. Imagine that. It doesn't do shit to them, but still.

This fight also brings out Krillin's ultimate technique. The epitome of his skills, the final fruits of his labors, the be-all end-all of Krillin Techniques. You already know what I'm talking about.

This. This, right here. The Kienzan/Destructo Disc is peak Krillin. Literally a knife with which to cut the knot. Everyone else is throwing ki punches except those assassins shooting ki bullets. And Krillin stops to ask, "What if I sharpened my ki into a buzzsaw so I can slice open an opponent's flesh rather than trying to beat them at punching?"

Prior to Goku's arrival, this technique from one of the weakest fighters on this field is the closest the overconfident Nappa ever comes to defeat.

Nappa outright tries to take it like a punch. But for Vegeta paying the fuck attention, this would have taken his head clean off. Even Frieza can't resist it.

Because it's not something you resist. It's a buzzsaw. It doesn't hit, it cleaves. It's a technique that's so utterly Krillin in nature.

In fact, the entire Namek arc in general is peak Krillin. A three-way tug-of-war over the Dragon Balls between Frieza's ungodly might, Vegeta's rogue wildcard antics and deadly force, and Krillin being a tricky trickster gunning for any opportunity to scoop victory out from under them.

That Krillin wins.

This is the key to Krillin's longevity as a character. Like the rest of the cast, he eventually falls victim to inability to keep pace with Goku's advances, and becomes further and further de-emphasized from the big action pieces of Dragon Ball.

Krillin's tricky methods were rarely allowed to grant him much success in the ring due to the way they chafe against Dragon Ball's tone. This simply isn't a series where ruthless pragmatism and knot-cutting generally wins the fight. But those same methods also gave him staying power and an ability to continue influencing the plot of Dragon Ball long after he ceased to be relevant as a fighter.

Krillin's style is designed to punch above his weight class, and he's in general a tricky trickster outside of the ring too. The result of this is tremendous staying power as a weaker character brushing elbows with the titanic super gods of the cast. He may not be the clincher in a fight but there's almost always something for a pragmatist like him to do.

[z0-ne]

Hi! It’s me again I was wondering if I could request another goku + younger sister reader but this time can it be but like them being siblings and them doing sibling stuff (Hc’s please 😚🫶)

HIIII! Yes! If you couldn't tell by now I love doing any platonic goku stuff its so cute and fun to think abt

GOKU AS Y0UR BIG BROTHER!

• Okay so just an FYI, you weren't raised by your big brother. Sorry, chi chi has enough stress with sayains as is, and not enough budget for three mouths again.

•Also, because you didn't hit your head when you landed, you werent exactly good.

•Not to say you were 'Abduct his child' type evil, probably because you're only four years older than Goten, but tou weren't good either. You blew up some stuff, injured people and tried to establish your dominance over the planet, gave Yamcha several heart attacks, and you had No idea who Vegeta was.

•So when they tried to get him to order you around that clearly backfired when his authority was tested by a sassy adolescent.

•"cease this absurd behavior! Your prince demands it!"

•It didn't help that he was wearing the pink shirt with some odd sandels. You looked him up and down before you scoffed.

•"Sorry princess, but I don't listen to stupid men in pink."

•Safe to say, you were a jerk, Goku knocked you out and Vegeta had to sit this fight out or he'd strangle a child.

•It took yall a while to get along, not because of trust issues from Raditz but because you were low-key evil too and you didn't like ANYONE at first.

•Hell it took a while to get you to stop being territorial or just flat out running away.

•Goku was the last person you bonded with, and that was because he kept having to drag you back home with your teeth latched into his arm.

•"Hey there- AH!" he cries out as you lunge at him and sink your teeth into his arm,, he swings his arm around hoping to detach you but its like you're locked on!

•"Ouch! Who just goes around biting people?!"

•Things changed a bit when you guys actually got along though. I guess the biting brought you closer??

•Goku doesn't visit that much, when it isn't involving training. I mean, the guy has work and trains with gods. He's very busy, but he makes time for you.

•Since you're close to gotens age but also a few years older, he likes to make time to pick you up from school to hang out with him and Goten for a bit.

•Its not like he just snatches you up out of school, he knows better, he's a father afterall, but after-school he's always excited to pick you and Goten up.

•"Hey! Ready to go?"

•However sometimes he forgets that he can't fly in public. Easy slip up, can you blame him though? It's as natural as walking!

°"Goku! You're flying!"

•"oh! Shoot!"

•Outings and shopping sprees are rare but he has experience with Chi Chi so he learned how to juggle the bags you throw to him while you go crazy in the mall.

•He doesn't mind it though because its a way to spend time with a non-deadly family member. Although he questions how deadly you are when it comes to a sale.

•"Hey! Thats on sale!"

°"But didn't that lady already cut infront to take it?"

•"That doesn't mean I'm gonna let her keep it!"

•Its like watching deers headbutt eachother. Then you just come back with the biggest grin holding up the shirt you wanted and adding it to the pile.

•When it comes to the food I pray for the people cooking..

•The two of you together have nearly been banned due to how much you eat, one restaurant offered to pay you two to just leave and stop ordering.

•You guys do play fight, at random times too.

•One minute you're getting along and they next, one of you is punching the other in the face.

•Goku bites. It's Canon, we see it all the time so don't think he won't chomp down just because yall are play fighting.

•it might also be payback for when you bit him...

[rinmemesuoka]

I kept waiting for someone else to clip it but I see now that I must take one for the team.

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Transcript under the cut.

Sylvi: Yamcha fucked around with that spirit ball, too, and it didn’t work out for him.

Dre, cross-talk: Noooo it didn’t.

Keith, cross-talk: But--!

Austin, laughing: It didn’t!

Keith: Yamcha has one thing that no one else can say they have, which is the brains—The--

Austin, cross-talk: A-A good ex-girlfriend? Or-- I don’t know, what’s--

Sylvi: I can say that.

Keith: He had the—He had the good—He had the good sense to just stop training after the Frieza arc. He just goes, “Nah, I can’t hang anymore.”

Austin, cross-talk: Oh yeah.

Sylvi, laughing: He retired!

Keith: He retired!

Austin: He went to baseball--He goes back to baseball, right?

Keith, while Sylvi laughs: He goes, “I got—I got—I got—I got extremely cucked, harder than anyone’s ever been cucked in the world--

Dre, cross-talk: Jesus.

Austin, cross-talk: Jesus christ!

Keith: My girlfriend went to another planet to bring me back--

Sylvi, cross-talk: Yeah—No—For—Listen!

Keith: And while I was coming back to life, she got knocked up by the guy who killed me--

[Austin cackles]

Keith: And! And, my best friend is one-million times stronger than me? I’m going home.

[beneathstarryskies]

I just want your innocence (vegeta x fem!reader)

Word Count: 2,105

Summary: After discovering Vegeta is a virgin, you decide to make a move.

Warnings: smut, fem!reader, loss of virginity

@actuallysaiyan @carnal-lnstinct MY CONTRIBUTION TO THE VIRGIN!VEGETA PROPAGANDA HAS ARRIVED

The conversation arose one day when you were hanging out at Bulma’s house. Somewhere along the line, Krillin began talking about a horrible date he’d been on recently. Everyone had laughed about that, and swapped stories about their times in the dating world. It had been Bulma who mentioned the milestone of losing one’s virginity.

You remember your first time with semi-fondness. It had been a sweet teen fling, but of course it hadn’t been all that satisfying with all the fumbling hands and worried questions. An awkward silence hung in the air as everyone relived their first time in their minds. Bulma seemed to be the only exception, as she batted her eyelashes at Yamcha and bragged about how sweet he was to her. You’d faked a gagging motion, while Krillin teased Yamcha over his romantic nature. 

“How old were we then, Yamcha? 18? 19?” 

Yamcha scratched the back of his head nervously and chuckled, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bulma. I was definitely younger than that.” 

“How? You couldn’t even look at me when we first met!” Bulma chastised him, and Krillin laughs too before turning to fill you in on how hopeless Yamcha was with girls. 

It was then Vegeta made his untimely entrance, freshly showered after a long day of training in the gravity chamber. A towel was wrapped around his waist, and his mouth opened to ask Bulma about more clothes. Before a word could come from his mouth, Bulma is turning to him with such a mischievous smirk he seemed to be mortified in anticipation of what was to come next. 

“What about you, Vegeta?” she ask, “Who was the unlucky lady or guy who took your v-card?” 

“My-WHAT?” Vegeta’s brow twitched and you swear the vein in his forehead is becoming visible. 

“Your virginity, duh,” Yamcha added, never missing the chance to one-up Vegeta. Although you felt it was a cheap shot to do so when Vegeta was faced with earthly terms he obviously wouldn’t know. 

You hadn’t expected Vegeta’s reaction. All the color seemed to drain from his face, and his shoulders went slack as he tried to fumble for an answer. His angry facade returns quickly. 

“And who are you to ask something so intimate of the prince of all-”

“Virgin,” Krillin chortled. 

“Excuse me?” Vegeta’s voice booms through the living room. ��A prince does not kiss and tell!” 

“Definite virgin,” Bulma agrees. “Nothing to be ashamed of, Vegeta! You’ll meet the right person when the time comes.” 

Still, she leans into Yamcha and giggles against his shoulder. Your brows furrow as everyone continues having a good laugh over Vegeta’s predicament. The prince himself is so stunned his jaw hangs open and his face is beet red. You gently kick Bulma under the table, raising your brows so she’ll cut it out. Her face is red, but she’s trying not to giggle anymore. You know she’s had something of a fixation on Vegeta since he moved here, and they’ve certainly butted heads. Still, treating him this way was wrong. 

“Vegeta, you don’t have to say anything,” you say finally. 

“Tch! I know that, woman!” 

He stomps off, mumbling something under his breath. You watch with a sinking feeling in your stomach. When you consider how Vegeta had spent most of his life under Frieza’s thumb, it’s really not all that surprising he hasn’t experienced intimacy. It was nothing to be ashamed of, but the rest of the group began to laugh among themselves as soon as he was gone. 

“Maybe if he cracked a smile every once in a while,” Yamcha chuckled. 

“He doesn’t even have to smile,” Bulma sighs. “If he’d just be a little nicer.”

Finally, you excuse yourself from the group. They all try to call for you, trying to get you to stay. You find Vegeta’s room and knock shyly on the door. At first, he doesn’t answer, but when you knock again he sighs softly and tells you to come in. 

He’s surprised to see you of all people opening his door shyly. He’s still wearing only a towel and in your presence, he straightens his previously defeated demeanor. You close the door behind you before flicking the lock and smile at him softly. 

“I’m sorry about them,” you say as you walk across the room. You sit down on the bed beside him. 

“Hmph.” 

“You don’t have to say anything,” you sigh softly. “I understand if you’re angry with me-” 

“You didn’t do anything,” Vegeta sighs. 

“I know, but…It still wasn’t right for them to say those things.” 

You reach over to take his hand, trying to get up the nerve to say more. Vegeta scoffs and pulls his hand away from you. Your heart hurts, but you scoot a little closer. 

“Vegeta, can I ask…why?” 

“Ugh, ‘why’ what? Don’t be so vague, woman!” 

You sigh and roll your eyes, “You could try not yelling at me. Plus, y’know I have a name.” 

“Whatever,” he growls. “Just get to the point.” 

“Fine,” you huff. “Why are you still a virgin?” 

“Tch. That’s a stupid question,” he rolls his eyes. “I just never had time. There’s no time for silly romance when you’re taking over planets.” 

“So? You’ve been on earth for a while now.” 

He looks away, “That doesn’t mean I’m just going to fuck anyone who spreads their legs.” 

“Ah, so you are romantic! Is there someone you like?” 

His cheeks heat up and suddenly he can’t even look at you. Of course, you of all people would ask him that. He does find it sort of cute that you’re so oblivious. You scoot closer to him, your eyes trailing down his chiseled profile to settle on his lips. 

“You can tell me,” you say. “I won’t tell anyone.” 

“Is that so?” he chuckles. 

“Yeah! I promise. I’ll keep it a secret!” 

Vegeta doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns to you quickly and presses a rough, slightly clumsy kiss on your lips. You gasp softly, the knowledge settling over you suddenly that you must be the one he likes. You giggle before leaning in to kiss him again. Your fingers run through the tufts of dark hair spiking out from the nape of his neck. Vegeta shudders from the affection. It’s so unknown and foreign to him, but he can’t get enough. He leans forward, effectively pushing you back until you hit the bed, and then he’s hovering over you. Soft, wet lips eagerly find yours again. His hands cautiously rest on your waist, just below the curve of your tits. 

He growls softly when your tongue drags against his bottom lip, quietly asking for permission. His lips part and his tongue meets yours in a sensual caress. As soon as he feels that, his mind goes to incredibly lewd places about where else your soft, warm mouth would feel so good. His cock hardens almost instantly, and he presses his hips against yours. He relishes the sweet little moan you let roll through your throat when you feel his cock pressed against you. You both are flustered with your lips swollen from heated kisses and hearts pounding. 

“I could be your first. If you’d like…” you trail off shyly when you spot the smirk on Vegeta’s face. He kisses your lips quickly before moving along your jawline. 

“Naughty little thing,” he whispers. “You came here just to be the first to have the mighty prince between your legs.” 

You try to protest, but you know his words ring true. You wanted him, but you didn’t want it to seem like sympathy sex. You’d been interested in Vegeta for a while. Somehow knowing of his inexperience almost made him seem more approachable to you. Although if you’d known the truth of his feelings, you would’ve made a move much sooner. 

For all of his big talk, Vegeta begins to feel nervous as he sits up on the bed and begins to undress you. You help him when he fumbles, which to most would be comforting but only hurts his pride even more. He doesn’t even know how to properly undress a woman, how is he ever going to pleasure you like a prince should? He can’t help noticing how your excitement never wavers even when you have to take off your own bra. Instead, once you’re nude you seem to hunger even more for his touch. You pull him close again for another sloppy, excited kiss. Your hands are all over him, taking in every dip and curve of his muscular physique. He grunts when you near the base of his back where that small tuft of fur is all that remains of his tail. He shudders as your fingers run through the fur. 

“Don’t touch me there,” he growls. 

“Sorry,” you pull your hand away. “I didn’t know.” 

Vegeta scoffs quietly but returns to his previous mission of kissing every inch from your neck to your chest. You moan softly, making his heart feel like it’s going to pound right through his chest. He’s not sure he can take it slow any longer. He rips the towel from his waist and tosses it aside. You spread your thighs for him to slot between. 

“I’m going to do it now,” he says awkwardly. You stifle a giggle.

“Okay, uhm, do you need me to help?” 

“No! I know how to do it, woman!” 

You arch your brow at him, but maybe he does know. He does have access to a computer here, after all. You wouldn’t doubt if he’s watched some porn in the dead of night. He presses his cockhead to your slit and rubs it between your folds. Your arousal makes his cock feel slick. Every time he hits your clit, you’re more and more excited to feel him inside of you. You pretend not to notice him look down to make sure he has the right hole before pushing the tip into you. Just from that, his head is spinning. 

By the time the head pushes through the tight ring of your entrance, his balls feel so unbearably tight he wonders if he should stop. His head falls forward, just barely missing yours, and he pants heavily. His grip on you is so hard you’re sure to have bruises. He’s tense above you. 

“Are you okay, Vegeta?” you ask as you stroke his cheek. He can’t even answer. 

He just nods before pushing the rest of his cock into your warm, wet walls. He can’t believe how good it feels as you squeeze so snugly around him. His cock is already throbbing. He doesn’t know if he can stand to move an inch. Yet you’re lying there, so expectantly. Your fingers run through his hair, and your eyes are so heavy with lust as you look up at him. 

He thrusts once, twice, then stops. His heart is racing and his cheeks are burning. Your walls flutter so well around him, he feels like a blubbering fool. You reach down to grab his ass, gently nudging him to keep going. He growls as he thrusts two more times. On the fifth thrust, he cries out and his body curls into yours. He holds you close as he sloppily thrusts thick shots of cum into you. The pleasure of his orgasm is more intense than anything he’d ever felt before and more satisfying than any battle he’s ever fought. 

It’s only when he comes down from his high, that’s he absolutely mortified by what he’s done. He growls as he pulls out of you, and recedes completely. He covers up with a blanket, too embarrassed by the sight of his half-hard cock still leaking with the remnants of his arousal to keep it revealed for your eyes. After all of his bragging, and he didn’t even make you finish. He’s quite sure he didn’t even get you close. He feels like a joke. 

“Damnit, woman!” he growls. “Why didn’t you tell me…?” 

“Tell you what?” you giggle softly before crawling over to him, pressing tentative kisses on his shoulder. 

“That it would feel so good! A warning would’ve been nice.” 

You roll your eyes before pressing his hand to your pussy, still leaking with his seed, “Yeah, I could say the same.” 

He scoffs, but can’t completely pull his hand away. He finds himself pushing the cum back into you with his fingers almost by instinct. You kiss his shoulder again, then bravely kiss his lips. 

“The good news, is that we can do it again.”

Vegeta softens up. He certainly likes the sound of that.

[friezaglasiencold]

I know this might be out of the blue (and this somehow turned into a ask Algid blog ) but this is a question for Yamcha

What do YOU like about Frieza or what draw you towards him

(Since ya know he’s a villain)

Hey, it's me. Told Frieza to look away until I post this, haha. He gave me the computer and just said 'go nuts,' so that's a good sign? I'll put it under a cut, cause I'm probably gonna go long, and there's a good chance I'll get a little sentimental. I know he's not into that stuff, so I don't wanna clog up his blog with it.

I haven't gotten the chance to talk about this, really, since the guys don't approve of us 'being together' and all--for obvious reasons--so, I guess first I gotta thank you for asking! It means a lot that you'd think about that, or be worried about that, or whatever. Because, yeah, he is a villain, and it's a pretty big deal.

I know he's a really bad person, basically as bad as it gets (he's kind of like if you put a bunch of real estate scumbags in a blender and then poured the result into a really sexy cup, and then that sexy cup had anger issues??), but there's a lot there that I think maybe nobody's ever seen before, or cared to look for, or maybe he's just never wanted to show to anybody...

For one, I just think he's really cute! Like, not even in a sex way. He's just cute. He does this thing with his face when he's thinking really hard where he'll scrunch up his nose and totally zone out. I don't think he notices it, but he does a lot of stuff with his tail, too. It's pretty easy to tell how he's feeling once you get used to reading him, and if he's in a good mood it, like, wiggles? Not wagging, not like a dog or anything, but almost like one of those wacky inflatable tube dudes. And I know this isn't really a "good" thing, but when he's frustrated with something, he stews about it, and crosses his arms and stomps around for a while, and he'll go on these little tirades about stuff that doesn't matter, and it's adorable how into it he gets. He's pretty easy to tease.

And he's really smart. Genuinely totally on the ball. Not the kind of guy you'd come to to vent or something, but if you give him a problem he'll hand you a solution in, like, ten seconds.

I'm always discovering new things about him, too, like these skills or hobbies he has that he doesn't even think are worth mentioning... he's killer at the violin, and he's a really good singer, and he likes to do all these little creative projects when people aren't looking. I think whatever he sets his mind to he just does, and I like that in a person. It's part of why I got with Bulma all those years back--she was really headstrong, just like he is. I'm into the type who knows what they want and who they are and stays honest about that.

Frieza's a lot less dramatic about it than she was, though. He'll do something, and he won't like, get all up in your face and start wagging a finger about it. He just does it, and then tells you it's done if you notice, because he's pretty used to being solitary, so he's not a needy kind of guy. As long as you give him what he wants, you're basically golden.

He's really up front about it, too. Who he is, I mean. He's never pulled any punches with me, or lied, or given me the runaround. He sat me down and said look, Yamcha, this is what my deal is, and this is what I'm looking for, and if you're interested we can make arrangements. I like that I know what I'm getting into, y'know? Like, yeah, it's a little disappointing that he's not into the idea of marriage, but we haven't been dating long, and there's always time down the line if we wind up staying together. What I'm really surprised about, though, is that even if we didn't, I think I'd still wanna be friends? Which isn't the kind of thing you'd normally think about with Frieza. I know Vegeta would flip his lid if he heard me say that.

There's a ton more I could talk about, but I don't want to wind up writing a novel, so I'll just end it on this:

He's a bad person, yeah, and there's stuff I've gotta talk with him about if we wind up making this a permanent thing, but a lot of my friends started out as bad people, including me. I can say for a fact, though, that he's got a heart in there somewhere, even if nobody else thinks that's true. I've seen these little glimpses of it, and it makes me really happy, and I wanna keep seeing it. That make sense?

I hope so.

[karume-everything-else]

Posso solicitar leitora dbs x feminina? O leitor está participando do torneio de poder com o universo 7, e o leitor luta contra Toppo, mas o hakai não tem efeito sobre o leitor já que um de seus poderes é se adaptar a qualquer poder ou situação de combate, fazendo com que o usuário fique preso. s técnica se adapta. tornar-se nulo? como mahoraga, não sei se você assistiu jujutsu kaisen. (Acho que seria engraçada a reação dos deuses e lutadores ao ver o hakai não surtir efeito no leitor)

Can I request dbs x female reader? The Reader is participating in the power as universe 7, and the reader fights against Toppo, but the hakai does not affect the reader as one of its powers adapts to any power or situation of combat, making the user a prisoner. s technique adapts. become-null? Like Mahoraga, I don't know if you watched jujutsu kaisen. (I think it would be funny the reaction of the gods and fighters when seeing the hakai has no effect on the reader)

Oooh~ sounds fun. I haven't seen Jujutsu Kaisen ~I have a bad magpie habit when it comes to falling for fictional men~ but that does sound like the armor from Akame Ga Kill. The proto-suit of armor the main character uses. I am so sorry it has been so long since I received this request... I am just now catching up on the anime and I started with the tournament arc specifically for this request.

You couldn't help but scratch your head at the Saiyan in front of you. Goku usually had bizarre requests but this was a little out there.

"So a multiverse tournament with a grand prize of 10 million Zeni and a wish on some... Super Dragon Balls?" You repeated hesitantly, "That's uh..."

"C'mon [Name]!" Goku clapped his hands together in a half-bowing motion, "We really need your skills for this. It'll a lot of fun too!"

"Why does that not sound promising."

"B-but!" He stepped forward, "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Besides we don't have much time to debate this!"

"You need 10 people, right?" Goku nodded, but you continued before he could cut you off, "So why not ask the others? I'm sure Yamcha, Yajirobe, or Tien would be more than capable of doing this..."

"Oh right!" Goku smacked his fist into his hand, "With Tien on our side, we'd have someone capable of keeping tabs on everyone during the fight!"

"Did you even--?!"

"But that's all the more reason you gotta join us [Name]! We need all the strong fighters we can get on our side. We already figured that Andriod 17, Andriod 18, Krillen, Vegeta, Gohan, Piccolo, and myself would be a good lineup. With you, Tien, and Buu everything will be great!"

Sighing as you waited for the last-minute change, it still stumped you how Goku could be so stubborn about fighting in a battle royal. Even with the lies he was telling, you didn't feel like there was much choice in the matter. If you stepped out at this point that would just leave Roshi to step up. But he didn't seem that ready to fight, despite training when he heard about the 10 million Zeni. Without that incentive, Roshi dropped out.

Looking around at all the people you'd have to team up with, you wondered why you were even here. The ability to fight was never your strongest suit, the only thing you knew was basic techniques. Though maybe Goku was thinking more about how ki blasts and the like just didn't affect you the way it did everyone else. That and being able to adapt to other's fighting skills on the spot.

"Now then!"

Holding hands with Piccolo and Android 17 wasn't much fun, but if this Whis person insisted...

"Grand Minister, Universe 7 is ready for transport."

You vaguely wondered how this light was able to affect you, but then again even Beerus could damage you, the one time you were even around when he was hostile. So it seemed the higher the being, the less your strange abilities mattered. However, looking around at all the other fighters as they appeared.

It left an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach. All you could do was scout as you struggled to remain in this... giant top. You didn't know what else this thing could be called. Like Tien, you'd be keeping an eye on people and trying to remain a sneaky ace in the hole.

But Goku was just his typical ray of sunshine as he tried greeting all the other universes. At least the ones he knew people from anyway. Unlike your colleagues, you were more interested in the layout. One large spire in the middle seemed a bit much, especially if no one could fly.

Even if it did seem retroactively hypocritical given the kinds of fights Goku made exciting were full of him flying around like a lunatic. But maybe it had something to do with the zone you were in. There was merely a void beyond the ring, which made sense as to why they wouldn't allow everyone to fly. With too many people, someone could get lost in the shuffle and fly too far into the void and no one would be any wiser.

For all of Gohan's attempts at rallying the troops, of course Vegeta and Frieza would be as accepting as a brick wall. Not that Gohan's plan wasn't good, it just wasn't going to work with how everyone seemed to fight. He should have known that. Unless he thought the lot of you would attack like bees, slowly picking one or two fighters and batting them around like a volleyball.

Not a bad strategy, if that's what he was going for. Just not a very sustainable one given the... personalities that he was trying to preach to. Not that you had a chance to speak up on that front, the two Zeno seemed to be rather restless. It made some sense, they both acted like little children.

Which only made the matter-of-fact way that Universe 9 was obliterated that much worse...

You stuck close to Gohan, having blasted a flying, bird-like person out mere moments before the annihilation. The way this battle was going left you unable to use your abilities so far... but worse than that was how suddenly a whole universe was just... gone.

All this fighting wasn't... it couldn't...

"[Name], stay focused." Piccolo reached out to you, "The fight isn't over."

"R-right." You swallowed the lump in your throat, "It's just... harrowing to think about."

"I know, but this isn't the time to think about it." Piccolo nodded, "We went into this knowing all this. Don't let it get to you."

Nodding, you glanced around the battlefield. This whole situation was messed up, but at least this whole tournament would give everyone the fairest chance of survival. That's all this was, a fight for survival. Brute force wouldn't win this, that's for sure. To win, you'd need to fight smartly. That meant sticking close to as many of the others as you could.

Nothing could have prepared you for the overwhelming strength and aura emanating from a far-ish corner of the arena. The insanely loud screeching yell from someone, likely the person who was powering up...

Everything from that one point flew outward, churning the battlefield into a ruble-filled wasteland. Only the massive spire in the middle, the instrument ticking down the fight, remained intact. 48 minutes total... barely ten minutes have passed and yet...

Tapping Gohan on the shoulder, you had to stretch to reach a spot that wouldn't get you reflexively decked, "Hey, we're the largest target like this. If we stick together too much longer we could be backed into a corner with no escape."

"You think so?" Gohan's eyes widened as you nodded solemnly, "I guess, I mean with the field looking like this..."

He turned, raising his voice, "Guys! we need to split into smaller groups! Staying close like this won't help. But try to stay close enough to jump in if one of us is in trouble!"

Dashing off toward the center, your mind churned with the observations. Who had what abilities? What strategies were there? You couldn't hover or fly to quickly tell the others, which meant you simply had to trust them to know... or at least to figure out what was going on.

Trapping in your own mind, you didn't see the insectoid being swooping in, drop-kicking you from the left. The pain barely stung as you recovered from the fall quickly. Sizing up your opponent swiftly, you were able to keep up with the close-quarters blows. Several hits just barely skimming your skin, while you gathered energy discretely. Waiting for the right moment to...

A large ball in the palm of your hand, which you dug right into the insectoid's abdomen and flung him several feet away. Changing the match from melee to energy blasts, one which Tien finished for you.

"You okay [Name]?" His tone was lighter than you expected, "You seem distracted."

"Just thinking." You were looking all around, "Trying to make sense of the other's abilities."

"I see. Do try to be careful with that." Tien hesitated for a second, "What all have you gathered? What could you share?"

"Not much. But I wouldn't put it past the other female warriors to use their looks to their advantage. Or to have a more assassin move set."

Nodding, Tien went about his way. You knew so little about your opponents and wondered if you shouldn't attempt to scout more. Lowering your energy output should...

The entire field was called to witness something from Universe 2. You paid a little attention, using the opportunity to size up what was left of the competition. It was a surprisingly hefty number of people left, but that didn't matter much in the grand scheme of things.

You were keeping to the outskirts yourself, but when 17 attacked the three women of Universe 2, mid-transformation at that, he was getting scolded. His line of logic was sound, but even you had to admit it was rude. Honestly the three who wanted to transform were also being rude since they were pulling everything to a grinding halt for this. Acting like this was some sort of musical or something.

But you weren't going to complain too much. This was the perfect opportunity to learn what you needed to survive.

Seconds after hearing that Universe 10 was eliminated, having taken full advantage of the ruble to size up as many individuals as you could; you dodged a massive energy hammer.

The girl wielding it was younger than you, or so you thought. You couldn't tell and frankly, your time would be wasted trying to find out. But you knew how to counter her already. The ability to shape energy into weapons was straight forward, and weapons were easy to turn against their wielder. You backed up, leaping away as best you could, escalating what you threw at this girl would be the best way to defeat her... lure her into thinking she had the upper hand...

"What? Trying to run away?" She sneered, "You and that Goku, your whole Universe is just a bunch of cowards!"

Kicking up the small rocks around your feet, you held your tongue. Talking this out wouldn't make a difference, let them think what they will. Everyone had to survive after all.

It didn't surprise you that she was skilled, trading a mallet for a spear as you kept kicking and throwing increasingly larger rocks at her. Sneakily adding just a little ki behind your strikes. Giving her that false sense of security. You weren't exactly one to talk while fighting, that just wasn't how you were. And yet...

"Oh come on!" She yelled, "Don't tell me this is all you can do!?"

You knew what you could do, what you needed to know. Sending a rock right for head, causing it to swerve last second and strike the back of her knee. Right where she wasn't defending. Increasing the pressure, forcing her into the corner. No longer hurling rocks, but small ki blasts as she struggled to keep up with your speed.

Even as you rushed her, closing the distance for the final blow. Her spear went right through you, her ability having no effect on you whatsoever. Seeing that look of wonder and concern in her eyes as the truth dawned on her.

"Yo-You're some kind of monster!"

"And you're out of bounds."

The impact of your blast sent her flying, tumbling right off the edge. With no hope of being caught by a teammate. Catching your breath for a quick second, you stretched. But your back wasn't the only thing that popped as you tumbled into a dark section of the ring; a section created by the dilapidated state of the arena.

Only half paying any attention to what was coming out of the other woman's mouth, you focused on the small glimmers in the air. This one was an illusionist, there were a couple chinks in her disguising techniques but that was about it. Knowing you'd have to be careful with this one as well, careful not to let on what you knew and what you could do. Careful that you didn't just attack the right one on purpose.

Not that her illusions were even that enticing... trying to tempt you with her ideal man. It did make things slightly easier, planting small sleeper ki blasts as you dodged these projections. Waiting once more for the best time to strike.

Standing completely still, it still looked as if you'd stepped just barely out of the way. Earning a scoff and scolding for getting too cocky while she explained her master plan.

"Wanna see a magic trick?"

The first thing you've said to her this whole time... and it did wonders to catch her off guard.

"What? Are you going to disappear?" She laughed at you, "I already knew that!"

"One of us is..."

Covering your eyes as every particle of ki exploded from beneath your feet, it would make you a target sure. But at least this illusionist was out of the ring. Climbing back up to a wider, flatter surface, your eyes fell on a presumably younger man marching toward you. He seemed pissed, leading you to believe that he was from the same Universe as the two women you'd just knocked out.

"I've always been told not to hit a woman." His eyes were burning, "But I have no choice. Never have I wanted to--"

"You won't be able to lay a scratch on me." You dead-panned, "So you might as well give it all you've got. Because you won't survive otherwise."

As you traded blows, simple punches still hurt you just not as much as they would a normal person. Krillen and Beerus' voices reached you like whispers.

"Don't let your wins go to your head [Name], you're not indestructible."

"Curly, explain what she can even do. I've never seen that fighter before."

"[Name]? Well she uh... she has this weird ability. After she gets hit with or manages tot study a technique enough, she becomes immune to it. It's really risky."

"Oh, I see." You were certain that was Whis, "So in a tournament like this she's likely to be the last one standing."

"What!? How can you be so sure Whis?" Yet, you were right

"Well, unless she were to be killed by a technique, she simply counter or adapt to it correct?"

"Uh yeah... she uh... she's used that to her advantage on too many times. The only thing that seems to work against her is Solar Flare."

Then Beerus' voice nearly shattered your eardrum, "THEN SHE HAD BETTER KEEP HERSELF IN THE RING! DO YOU HEAR ME [NAME]!?"

That noise level blurred your vision for a few seconds too long. Giving this transformed, hulking bird man the upper hand as he slapped you into a wall.

"Oh, so I'm not going to survive this?" He sneered, "You don't see the writing on the wall, do you? You're the one going over the edge."

Barely managing to push away from the wall in time, you swept your leg out. A seemingly wild kick instantly blocked, a very cocky birdman just ready to throw you out.

If it wasn't for the excessive ki blast you'd built up to follow your foot. The two of you going flying in your whirlwind gamble. Toppling over the edge, hanging on by your fingertips as you struggled to hold yourself and the seemingly flightless birdman on your ankle. Firing off ki blasts from the bottom of your foot, you managed to rid yourself of the extra weight. But you were still in danger of falling out of bounds yourself.

Feet frantically looking for something, anything to catch. Reaching out for something, anything as you barely managed to keep yourself balanced on the edge of the ring.

"[NAME]!"

Gritting your teeth and expecting the worst, you were more than prepared to fight from your unfavorable position. This was about survival after all. And yet, the hand helping you up was Goku's. Reminding you how short you really were. Fighting had that weird affect on your senses after all, it was disorienting to say the least.

"Oh thank goodness you were able to hold on that long." Gokus smiled widely, "That was close."

"You're telling me." You smirked warmly, "But at least it won't happen again."

"You say that, but we'll see."

A playful punch to the side and you were back on your way. That would be the closest you got to going over. The next person would have one hellacious fight on their hands...

"Well well well, the weakest link of Universe 7."

That cold sneer from behind you was more than a little telling. Frost had caught you lurking again. Your strategy was always interrupted at the worst times. Especially now that so many of the fighters were reaching the top echelons of their capabilities, you were far from their raw levels.

But strategy would win, you were sure of it

"What's the matter? A mute as well as an easy target?" Frost mocked, "Oh well, looks like I'll just have to toss another human over the edge."

Blocking the sudden attack, you knew better than to say much. Giving away too much would prove to be your downfall... if you even let that happen. But even being able to trade blows with this Frieza look-alike wasn't enough. He kept backing you into obvious corners where all you could do was dodge and hope you could knock him back.

Until Frost got cocky in his own right. Firing a shot at Vegeta while you were hardly dodging an excessive volley of energy blasts.

The more you struggled, the worse things seemed to get. Until Vegeta threw his own blindsided attack, connecting a punch when you could hardly do a thing.

"You really need to be more careful."

"I don't need you telling me that Vegeta. I won't waste your time explaining this, but you need to watch out anyways."

"Save your breath." He scoffed, "Just do your job and stay out of my way."

Watching him leap forward, you sighed. "I highly doubt you'll be able to take him on your own..."

"Well, I'm not about to ask you for your help! Now go find somewhere else to lurk!"

"I'm not offering help." You dashed in front of the haughty prince, "This was my fight first!"

Frost smirked, "So, she knows basic English, eh? No matter, it won't make any difference."

Dodging the rocks flying as Frost's 'secret' support made it's entrance, you focused a large ki blast to the magma covering it's ears. Leaping over the metal brute and finding your footing on a much higher platform.

"Oh, so you knew what I was doing?" Frost was at your throat before you could think, "Shame, you seem to be a strategist and scout. But that ends now!"

Catching Frost's arm as you reflexively leaned back, throwing a weak punch in return. But that was only the first. Knowing how Frost moved was the advantage you needed...

"YOU BUCKET OF BOLTS! YOU'RE A DISGRACE TO FIGHTERS EVERYWHERE!"

Frost stopped first, both of you watching Vegeta shove his robotic opponent over the edge. Your guard hadn't dropped, and yet...

"Well, this won't do." Frost readied a ki blast, one that wasn't meant for you, "I'm afraid that this fight will have to wait. If you ever prove to be worth the effort."

You had no choice but to leap away as Frost's blast hit the ground. The smokescreen giving him a chance to slip away. Landing next to Vegeta, you were about to head off for another fight.

"Listen here [Name]." You turned, Vegeta wasn't about to... "Next time you better not interfere with my fight. I won't let you get in my way again."

Frowning as Vegeta ran off to another battle, "You're welcome Vegeta."

It was time to get serious. No more sneaking, no more getting dragged into fights. You would initiate the next one. And nothing would stop you...

Yet old habits died hard, analyzing the remain fighters, thinking about the swiftly dwindling time, the win conditions. Universe 7 was in the lead for fighters if time ran out, but that would only make you and the others a target. But if you could just...

"Ah ha! You're one of the fighters from Universe 7." You at least had the courtesy of stopping to see who was addressing you this time, "Tell me, how does it feel to be on the same team as that villain Goku?"

Sizing up this guy was straightforward at least. Large, likely fast, and almost certainly a melee brawler.

"Can't say I know what you're talking about." The way he talked, the way he seemed to think he was somehow above morals, "Where I'm from, Goku is considered a hero. Fight-happy, stubborn, single-minded, but not a villain. If you were in our Universe, you'd know what I'm talking about."

"Hmph. I see." He steadied himself for a fight, "I suppose you do have a point, but I have no time for senseless perspective-taking. As much as I'd like to abstain from fighting someone such as yourself, I see no way around this. Please accept the mercy of being thrown out of the ring by the second-strongest fighter of Universe 11."

Sighing as you took a stance, "I'm getting real tired of being pulled into fights and underestimated..."

"Then show me what you're capable of young Miss!"

You barely even whispered that to yourself, so how this guy heard you was beyond you. But now wasn't the time to think too much, you had to fight. Speed wouldn't help you much, there had to be power behind your punches. If it wasn't for the fact that you don't have any fighting abilities besides insane adaptability, you'd be a little more confident. For now...

Keeping your eyes on this large man, you knew he'd be fast but this was a little too fast. Leaping low to the ground, you barely avoided his massive fist. Knowing an attempt to sweep his... oddly tiny legs would be futile. His physique was bizarre and created the biggest challenge. Skidding to a stop a few feet away, you weighed your options.

Staying in melee wouldn't work and building up energy blasts wasn't viable due to how long it would take. Not to mention how ineffective that would prove long-term. Wasting energy wasn't the play here, and it was clear that your opponent thought the same thing.

Jumping every time he threw a punch, landing small blows here and there just to test how far you could push him before cracking; you had little options for actual attacks. Unless he started doing something more than the basics, you were just David fighting Goliath.

"I got cha back Top!"

Flattening yourself to the ground from under the rabbit-looking guy, you already knew what he was capable of. You couldn't counter his raw speed, but you could lay traps well enough if it came to that.

"Don't interfere Dyspo, she might be a good strategist, but she's not much of a fighter." Glaring at your opponent, again with the insults, "I merely need to bide my time until she tires herself out."

"If ya say so Top." Dyspo smirked, "Now that cha mention it, she does look a little scrappy to be in a tournament this long. Must've been sheer luck so far, huh?"

"Don't be so quick to write off a fellow warrior." Top turned to face you, "Especially if they are from Goku's Universe."

No, it was too soon for you to fully unleash. Save a little power for later. Kaioken could only get you so far... But a little spare energy here and there...

Trading punches with the newly identified Top, you put your foot down so to speak. No more dodging until...

"What's that power!?" Top stopped your fist suddenly, letting go quickly, "Has Jiren finally started fighting?"

Following Top more out of curiosity than the will to fight, you could only stare as Goku was assaulting Jiren. Nothing was getting to the massive brute, and yet...

"Justice Hand!"

Top was firing at Goku, you knew it was useless, even his own teammate called Top off. But you continued to study this Jiren figure. The way he took hits meant he was assessing Goku as much as Goku was assessing him with the volley of attacks. It wasn't just raw strength or power that Jiren had, there was something... else. Something you could counter if only he'd...

Ducking, you were surprised as Top leaped to defend you. Moving you out of the way as Goku and Jiren fought across the arena. Following the pair with your eyes, it clicked. Goku wasn't anywhere near Jiren's level. Not like this anyways. His Blue form plus Kaioken was barely able to keep up.

Stepping back, your gaze kept up effortlessly. Tipping off your opponent to your real power.

"You seem to be keeping up with those two rather easily." While Top wasn't trying to fight you right now, every little thing you did was being analyzed fully, "Am I to assume that's your true power? Shame you can't use it effectively. A scouting warrior is best suited with communication devices after all."

"Duck."

Shoving Top aside as you leapt out of the way, bracing for the impact as Goku and Jiren zipped past again, landing back in the middle of the crater they started in. Things weren't looking good for Goku specifically, Jiren barely looked like he expended himself at all. No heavy breathing, no scuff marks, nothing to suggest that he had been fighting at all. It was unnerving to say the least.

"Wait! There's a technique I still have!" Goku powered down, "But I need a minute to charge it up."

Stopping, Jiren relaxed, "Go ahead. Take all the time you need."

Not this starfish pose... You pinched the bridge of your nose, groaning.

"You're familiar with this attack?" Top wasn't nearly as hostile as he first insinuated, "What does it do?"

"You'll see. Goku is literally about to announce it." You huffed, "As if the people who know don't already..."

"Everyone! I need all the energy you can spare!" Goku yelled, "C'mon guys! Give me your energy to finish this fight!"

"That..." Top stepped back, raising his arm as if a barrier, "That can't be his plan..."

"Yep." You sighed, raising an arm to give as much energy as you could pull from the arena beneath you, "And it may not even work but... Better to try and fail than not try at all."

Knowing that Top was staring, hearing the grunt as he smirked, "Yes, that I can whole-heartedly agree with."

The tension was thick as Goku charged his Spirit Ball. That amount of energy would absolutely pose a threat to anyone who tried to take it head-on. Jiren knew this, pushing the sphere away from himself. Why did it always become a shoving match again? You couldn't even begin to count how many times this happened.

So when Goku was the one caught in the explosion, you couldn't believe it. The numb feeling washing over you was a distant memory as you jumped in to look for your comrade. Knowing that if Goku had died, or was vaporized, it would be his own fault. He fell on his own sword after all.

Even facing Jiren wasn't as bad as possibly losing the best chance at your survival. If Goku went down, only Vegeta and Freiza would be able to fight completely unhindered. The rest of your team would be disheartened, desperate, and fighting in that state wasn't going to help anyone. At least, you thought the rest of your team would be... 17 and 18 were difficult to read.

Your fighting stance against Jiren, guarding where Goku was, had been cut short. The immense power level radiating behind you had you frozen in place. Dropping your guard just to check that you were right...

"I appreciate the attempt [Name]." Goku sounded so different, what was this? "But you'll be in my way. Nothing personal, I just want to face Jiren alone."

"Right."

Jumping back up to the edge of the crater, you could only watch alongside everyone else. Sizing Jiren up as best you could from a distance. Goku's new form wouldn't last long, it was too much power for a first attempt. But what would happen after it fizzled out? Would Goku even survive that?

Sadly, it didn't take long for that to happen. Goku fell, almost completely worn out from the abundance of power. Looking to where Top was standing, further than was wise to seek out another fight; it would be wiser to regroup and strategize again. With all that you knew, the rest of you could corner Jiren and...

Before you could finish your thought, Hit from Universe 6 stepped in to fight Jiren. Knowing what little you did about the assassin, it seemed ill-matching. Jiren knew about the time skipping, and would be more than capable of countering that.

Even so, it was terribly shocking to see how Hit was ineffective, being knocked out of bounds as soon as Jiren was free from the time prison. And yet, despite your willingness to fight Jiren on Goku's behalf not even five minutes ago, he decided that you weren't worth his time. That everyone who could have challenged him was unable to.

Glaring at his meditating form, you jumped. Sensing Freiza close to Goku. Whatever else Freiza might be, trustworthy wasn't one of them. Holding a steady energy ball to his back as he stood over Goku, a similar yet unidentified energy ball in his palm, you knew he wouldn't be able to fight you the way he would others. And Frieza knew this, lowering his hand, just not dispersing the energy.

"I wouldn't dream of attacking this simpering monkey at the moment." Freiza grinned over his shoulder at you, "So you can put that away little girl."

Your eyes never left Frieza's face as the match of wills amid teammates continued. Backing down in this unknown situation, with Goku so weakened...

"Whoops!" Frieza both shot Goku and clutched your wrist, causing you to misfire, "My hand slipped. How clumsy of me."

Goku's cry of pain was short lived, short enough that you didn't have a chance to pay Frieza back for his dirty trick.

"There, see?" He cooed, "The ape is all better. Or, at least as much as I could... scraping the tiniest bit of energy I could spare for him anyways. But you;ll have to watch your back girl. I won't let you go so easily if you stand in my way again."

Rubbing your wrist and glowering at Frieza as he retreated, you knelt next to Goku.

"How are you holding up?" You knew a little about medical energy usage, "Here, let me--"

"Save your energy [Name]. You'll need it to survive the rest of the tournament. Besides, you still have an unfinished match against Top, right?"

"I don't track of those things." You shook Goku's concern off, "Besides, I have energy to spare. One of the good things about extreme adaptability is the constant flow of energy as long as I'm on solid ground."

It was nice to hear Goku chuckle again, "Yeah, surprising that it works when we aren't on Earth. Or is it just any body of land?"

"Any body of land, just nothing man-made. Odd since I know this place was technically man-made... maybe it's just because it was made by a god... er angel."

"Yeah, that sounds about right."

Stepping back so Goku could stand, you looked around, "So, what next? We have the most people available, you can't reach that Ultimate mode again without serious injury, and knocking too many people out spells their erasure."

"I have no clue." Goku frowned, "Thinking isn't exactly my strong suit. The best I can say is try to keep things the way they are. If we have the most people then... we will be the biggest targets huh?"

"Basically, though with you being like this makes you the prime target... just behind..."

You couldn't will yourself to state the obvious. Of course you'd be the weakest left on the field after all this time. Half the tournament has passed and you still stood here. Krillen and Tien were stuck in the stands due to careless error and noble sacrifice and here you were just...

"Just behind who?" Goku tilted his head, "Frieza? Vegeta? They're both pretty strong. Or maybe its 17 and 18... They really don't have many fans in this ring."

"I'm the weak link!" You grit your teeth, "I'm the weakest left on the field so the two of us are the ones they want to gun for."

"Hanh!? You!? Weak? But you're..."

"I have been scraping by the skin of my teeth since you pulled me up. Maybe I should have..."

"No, you're right where you need to be [Name]. There's still a lot of fighters left and you can beat all of them! So don't go thinking like that. Okay? You almost had Top earlier... I could feel it. You just have to push past your limits and let loose."

Watching as Goku turned to the Saiyan girls from Universe 6, you couldn't help but feel that he was only saying something to say it. What little you could do to compete now was...

"Get out of my way Kakkarot." Vegeta sneered, snapping you out of your trance, "These two are mine."

"What!? No way Vegeta! You got to teach Cabba! Kale and Califa are learning from me!"

Knowing better than to get between Saiyans when they want to fight, you took off. They would need all the space they could get after all, and you still had some fight left in you.

"You still have an unfinished fight against Top, right?"

That was at least a starting point. But would it really help?

Time was running out fast and while fighting kept the Zenos entertained, it wasn't as if that was difficult. Big explosions and grand speeches seemed to do the trick. But... you still felt like you had a score to settle... something to prove. To yourself, to the others, and you would start by proving it to

Top.

Leaping off the tall rock, intending to strike Top in the middle of his back; you were intercepted by his rabbit-like companion. Toppling off to one side, rolling for a second before steadying yourself on one knee.

"Thought you was gonna get the jump on Top, huh?" Dyspo sneered, "Well you ain't gettin' anywhere with dirty tactics like that!"

"That's fine." You stood, preparing to fight Dyspo instead, "I didn't expect that to work regardless if he had back up or not."

"Heh, smart girlie." Dyspo smirked, "But it won't be enough when you face true justice!"

Rolling your eyes, you focused on what you knew. Speed was his strong suit, his strength would be more momentum than raw strength, meaning if you just...

Blocking the worst of the kick and skidding back several feet, you latched onto Dyspo's ankle. If you could either get a grip, or trap him in some way... keep him immobile long enough to wear him down.

Or you could use him like a club.

Doubling your grip with both hands on his leg, you lifted the lean rabbit warrior up, much to his surprise. Before you could turn and slam him on the ground, Top was rushing in. Well, better to use this to your advantage.

Swinging Dsypo in a wide arc, you slammed him into Top with as much strength as you could. Knocking the bulky man off his feet as you kept spinning on your heels. Enduring Dyspo's desperate kicks to your hands. Kicks that were having less and less effect on you as you concentrated ki into gauntlets over your lower arms. Even as he tried to match your energy output, it failed to faze you.

Finally stopping, slamming Dyspo on the ground with enough force to create a small dent in the ground. But you didn't let go of his leg, instead dragging him around to swing at Top as he approached again. Another hefty swing of ally against ally, despite Top catching Dyspo this time... it still hit with enough force that gave you enough of an opening to drop the lucky rabbit's foot and land a powerful blow to Top's jaw.

Watching them both stagger back, you knew backing Top specifically into a corner too soon wouldn't be good for you. Dyspo in particular looked worse for your attack, but both men needed to get their bearings.

"And here I thought you were an honorable warrior," Top sounded disappointed, "But to pull such a dirty-!"

"Don't act like you know me." You spat, "I'm a strategist who played the game. Your buddy is a speedster so any chance to get him off his feet is the best chance I have at beating him."

Top paused, glaring at you. He couldn't deny what you were saying, it was a strategy he had warned Dyspo of himself. If it wasn't for the sheer power radiating from the other side of the field...

"Now what in the world is that?" Dyspo shook his head, "Another surge in power so soon?"

"Goku... don't..." You groaned, "Why are Saiyans like this?"

Before they could launch an attack, Jiren stood up from his meditation.

"It's time to retreat." He commanded, "Wait and save our strength for the final matches."

"Yeah but--!"

Jiren was sizing you up under a cold gaze, "She's run her course Dyspo. There's no use in continuing to fight someone like that. Take this act of mercy and throw yourself out for all I care. Just don't follow if you know what's good for you."

Breathing returned as you relaxed your form. You knew you couldn't stand against Jiren very long. His strategy and yours were too similar. But you had to fight Top... you had to prove...

Dodging out of the way of two rampaging Saiyans, you had to find a spot to lay low. There were still too many opponents on the field. It was all you could do to help run down the clock, not that you had much to give.

But you were among the last six standing. Six versus three. You had a score to settle and nothing was going to stop you. Not even the power struggle of wills from Goku and Jiren. With your sights set on Top, you were rudely cut off by Gohan and 17, mostly Gohan.

"I know how this looks, how much you don't want to [Name]," Gohan said, "But you should go help Frieza with Dyspo."

"Fine."

Against your better judgment and desire, you went after Dyspo. Frieza wouldn't be happy with this, but as long as you could get a couple others out of the ring... Anything to keep Frieza from getting a wish to be honest.

Just hanging back and letting whatever happened happen. Having Freiza drug around by the tail and used like a club was funny after all. Even if it didn't work all that much.

"You're just enjoying this aren't you [Name]?" Count on Freiza to give up your hiding spot, "No doubt awaiting the precise moment that you can be the one to defeat me as well."

"Huh?" Dyspo was dumbfounded and ready to run, "You mean this... That's your great play?"

"Not really." You shook your head, "I don't play well with tyrants, even if we are on the same team."

"No wonder you're not fazed being swung around like a bat." Dsypo smirked, "Too bad you won't get that chance again."

"My my, it sure is a shame that he is only capable of running, isn't it?" Both of you watched him zip off, "If only you had hung back a little longer, you might have gotten your big chance [Name]. Not that I would have gone down so easily of course."

"Naturally. Though I have a score to settle myself. Don't get in my way."

"Oh hoh hoh! Do tell."

"Not on your life."

Even as you walked alongside the scourge of your own Universe, your thoughts stressed over your desire to fight Top. He and his team had ignored you long enough.

"Oh well, just leave Dyspo to me then. And do tell the half-Saiyan and Android to stay out of my way."

Heading off to where Top's energy was radiating, you were met with Gohan.

"Freiza is being stubborn with Dyspo. I am going to fight Top." You started, "I ask that neither of you interferes unless absolutely necessary."

"Are... are you sure?" Gohan asked, "You do know--"

"I fought Top earlier, I'm aware what he can do."

"If you insist." 17 raised his arms, "But I will jump in at my best judgment."

"That's what I'm counting on."

"Freiza! Look out! Behind you!"

Turning to where the yell was directed, the three of you hesitated for a moment.

"I knew you should have stayed with Freiza." Gohan growled a little, "Now what?"

"You go." 17 said, "But first, you said you've fought Top [Name]. What do you know about his allies?"

"Dyspo is a speedster. Keep him from controlling his movements and you'll be able to take him out."

"Alright then." Gohan nodded, "You two take care of Top then."

Leaping from where you had stayed hidden, you were met with a volley of energy blasts from Top.

"Oh, if it isn't the strategist from Universe 7, we meet again."

"Don't sound so surprised." You glared, "I'm not just a strategist. I'm the one who counters ALL!"

Rushing in for a melee assault, one you knew that wouldn't work, you hit a green barrier.

"17! What the hell!?" You shouted, "This is my fight!"

"Don't tell me you can't sense it." He answered, "Freiza won't be as easy going as the rest of us. And Gohan was knocked out with that Dyspo guy. You hang back for a minute and let me take care of this."

Shaking with fury as you clenched your fist, you retreated. 17 firing an endless volley of blasts. Kneeling to absorb all the energy you could muster, knowing you would need every ounce. Especially as you watched the beams between Top and 17 collide, staying just beyond the area of effect.

Even with Freiza taking potshots at Top's back, you knew something was coming. The explosion was incredible, with Top undergoing a transformation... one with too much power behind i--

"Wait a second..." Actually listening to the chatter of the stands, you knew how to counter him, "That's it."

Waiting for your opening was easy enough, as Freiza threw his desperate attempt at Top. Being knocked out as soon as Top was up, and thrown over the edge.

"Now!"

Your punch landed, but only just.

"Hah!? What are you doing [Name]! Get out of there! Don't go into a melee match!"

"Wait, she didn't... don't tell me."

"No... she..."

"SHE CAN'T BE SERIOUS!?"

"Wait a second..." Gohan yelled amid all the confusion, "[Name] isn't affected by power ups at all. She can't just see through them, she can counter them completely if she can get close enough."

"WHAT!?"

"You mean to tell me that one little human has been winning through immunity alone?"

Trading blows with Top had its own odd effect on you. Each strike barely hurt, but the energy you were absorbing was pure destruction. Even if you knew why, it made for a weird feeling. You've never actually absorbed pure destruction like this.

"I see you do have a weird ability." Top growled, "How quaint for the scout from the 7th."

"And you've been hiding your true power. Which is what my job as a scout was all about." You glared in return, "So either fight me or step out now. Because I'm not going to back down!"

Pushing the energy you'd absorbed out like a barrier of your own, you made every effort to dodge the blows you could. Turning someone's weapon against them was never an easy feat, but as your attacks got stronger, Top's grew weaker. Punch for punch, kick for kick, Top wasn't even attempting a grapple this time. You were able to root yourself or else fight back whenever he made a pass to toss you aside.

"Standing up to a destroyer god for this long is commendable, but this has been going on long enough. Leave this ring of ruble or else I might not be able to hold back from pure destruction!"

"Shut up!"

Decking Top in the face, you didn't let up. Blow for blow with no opening for him to charge a single move. He couldn't even escape with how much faster you'd begun moving. The destruction energy, the energy of the ground, you could only hope to finish this fight soon.

"I am getting tired of this." Top had you by the foot, throwing you aside like a ragdoll, "You cannot survive this, unless you dodge. Hakai!"

Standing up as the massive purple sphere of energy touched you, this was absolutely pure destruction. And it unlocked the rage you'd been keeping in check for so long.

That first punch felt too good, especially as the stands erupted in chatter. Wondering how far you could feasibly take your ability, and being far more resilient for it. And yet... you knew that this was as far as you could go...

"If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me!"

Bull rushing with every punch, the whole length of the arena... until you felt the ground leaving from under your feet. You knew this would be the last thing you did.

Appearing in the stands, you felt like collapsing. Every fiber of your being shook as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

"I... I--"

"Hey, easy [Name]." Gohan pulled you against his shoulder to keep you from falling to the floor, "Breathe, here. Have a Sensu."

"That... you really are something [Name]." Krillen sighed, "Just being able to stand toe-to-toe like that for so long."

"How in the world did you know you could take that kind of energy?" Beerus asked, "That level of Destroyer energy, even if new and weaker... you shouldn't have been able to shake that off after one time."

"I've always been able to do this." You shrugged as you stretched, "Absorbing energy and being immune to specific types of power ups are why Goku brought me into this crazy tournament."

The unsettling quiet and whispers of the power you had were quickly broken up as Jiren powered up. The tournament was far from over after all...

[cerastes]

Was thinking about the hypothetical Arknights action game stuff from awhile back again, what enemies/story characters do you think would make for some sick boss fights?

Oh, I like this one. Just to name a few:

Patriot: The first that comes to mind is Patriot, as an enemy that would push the game systems of an action game to its limit. In concept, I like to imagine it in the way the true final boss of Bloodstained: Curse of the Moon goes: You have your playable character, which I would like to say is Amiya for this case, and your big damage opportunities come from interference ran by Rosmontis clashing with Patriot and Rhodes Island Snipers and Casters barraging him by Elysium's instruction. Patriot is also perfect to load a ton of mix-ups onto by virtue of him being able to do both gigantic, slower attacks and barrages of quick lunges. He could be a setpiece boss and a straight up skill check boss in equal measures.

Bishop Quintus: Yeah, man's Yamcha as far as bosses go, BUT in the context of a character action game with tight movesets and mechanics, a gigantic tentacled boss that can spawn more and more tentacles from everywhere in the arena, has laser attacks, and was explicitly Devil May Cried for a while by Specter when she was literally air comboing it by leaping from falling rock to falling rock as she unleashed a Sexy Smokin' Style kinda beatdown on him? Yeah I would very much love to control an Abyssal Hunter in a fight against this thing.

Faust: Hear me out. In the context of a full on high impact high speed action game, Faust would be heaven to fight. Between the ability to shoot a hugely powerful bolt, the ability to turn invisible, the turrets, and imagining him hoping around for a stylish mix of melee and ranged combat, yeah, I'm a believer. I like to imagine a scripted part of the fight where he hides and starts charging a truly massive shot, with the Arts humming from the sheer power. In the arena, there's also a lot of his snipers to run diversion and make it harder to find him. Normal people will find him and hit him out of the charge. COOL people will find him, taunt to trigger a MUCH faster charge, and then use a counter to catch the supercharged shot and return it to him a la Nero Buster counters in DMC4.

Full Power Big Ugly Thing & Eunectes: Remember Full Power Big Ugly Thing? No, not the one running on emergency fumes and jury rigged power sources, the actual fully geared version, powered by the airplane engine? The one that sent Gavial flying into the sky Team Rocket style? That one, that one should be some sort of secret fight. An actual brickhouse of immense, unfair power, only for the gamerest of gamers to cut their teeth with, punctuated with a final, high impact duel with Eunectes herself as the burning wreck and the originium fires make for a makeshift ring.

FrostNova: Legitimately, I think FrostNova would make That Moment in an action game. That Moment, That Boss, the one everyone remembers. Her skill set and aesthetic is supreme, the way ice can be used for both style and gameplay, alongside the actual emotional beat of throwing down with FrostNova as her life literally evaporates. Creating ice weapons that break with each attack just to have another one ready for the next swing, diverse moveset, dangerous at all ranges, highly mobile due to sliding on ice, giving the player high mobility as well (I love when boss gimmicks also can be used by the player in some way), there's just SO much one could do with a FrostNova fight, it'd probably my dream fight if done with love.

Endspeaker/Amaia: The concept of an ever-evolving boss with multiple forms has so much potential, TOO much potential, it's hard to fill those shoes, but if you do, imagine. In my dream of dreams, each phase/form of Endspeaker would grow resilient and even develop specific counters to your habits, in the shape of better dodge maneuvering against specific, high usage moves, and even counterattacks if you use some too much. The best way to go about this boss is to actually use your whole moveset, and even then, you want to ration specific parts of it depending on the phase. Plus, the latter forms of Endspeaker/Amaia are legitimately wicked looking and I think would look eerie and breathtaking in motion, with all those flowing parts constrasting with its sharp, long claws.

[sylensombrr]

50 / 153 (i havent watched any new episodes lol)

Episodes 11-20

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS DRAWING SO MUCH YOU DONT UNDERSTAND this is the drawing that made me not want to wait to post the DB progress drawings 1-40 together XDDDD

Yamcha and Puar were so cute in this scene! Puar immediately jumping into his arms when she realizes its him <333333 they are literally everything to me

Also Yamcha 👀👀👀

I wish he didnt cut his hair! 😭😭😭

It was kinda difficult to figure out what was going on with his hair and shirt blending together but anytime i get to practice hair and background is a win to me <3333

Original Screenshot under the cut!

[afrophunk]

I have to reason that Yamcha most likely got his scars developing Spirit Ball. I keep on seeing edgy headcanons that he got them because a ghost of his past fought him or whatever. But looking at how Spirit Ball moves, I wouldn’t be surprised that’s why the scars on his face look the way they do. Why would he develop such a risky move? Well I actually developed my own headcanon about it some time ago

Toriyama only really added the scars just so he wouldn’t look like his other Yamcha clones. But it would be interesting to know how he felt about his scars. He’s a pretty boy but he didn’t seem all that concerned about maintaining his looks as fans make him out to be. Although if it were the case, then didn’t he get some character development by learning to accept the scars? Still, it had to be somewhat traumatizing to have your face cut up and nearly losing an eye in the process

Anyways, wonder if Bulma slowly lost attraction with Yamcha the moment he got scars on his face

[sundove88]

DBZ: Waves of Freedom AU FAQ + Q&A:

Btw, these are just for fun- but feel free to submit any asks about my AU and the fanfic in the ask box!

Q: I’ve noticed many similarities to The Little Mermaid. Is this an actual adaptation or just a modern retelling?

A: Yes and No! I actually took inspiration from both the Disney movie and the original tale by Hans Christian Andersen. I also got inspired by DBZ, Brother Bear, and maybe even Mermaid Melody Pitchi Pitchi Pitch to make the story. Instead of going with the straightforward plot of the mermaid going on land to find love, I decided to have the main protagonist become a merperson and escape a life of surpression and shape their own destiny. Also, it’s basically the TLM but told from the POV of Eric, who is now promoted to the main character instead of the secondary one. And let’s be real here, the original story’s been almost done to death (No offense), and I wanted to do something fresh and new.

Q: Frieza is incredibly different in this story. How did the Emperor of Universe 7 end up being adapted into a tyrannical CEO in the fanfic?

A: I actually took elements from Triton (The authoritarian figure) and Ursula (The manipulative antagonist), as well as elements from his own character, like his charisma and merciless demeanor, especially when he drops more work on Vegeta like a bombshell in Chapter 2. Btw, his design is his Society Survival Saga design from Super Dragon Ball Heroes, but more elaborate to reflect that he’s a controlling CEO. Bonus points if he’s stroking a kitty cat.

Q: A detail I’ve noticed in the fanfiction is that it also centers on environmental themes, given that the company in the story is called Empire Oil Drilling Corps. Are there any other moments of this?

A: Yes! Frieza’s company claims to be helping the environment, when they’re really not- they’re actually planning to drill for oil and possibly harm the ocean, while the merpeople care for their home and take great joy in seeing it happy and healthy. It’s called Empire OIL DRILLING Corps for a good reason.

Q: What made you want to design the dual land and sea forms of the characters?

A: I wanted the characters to traverse worlds without being bound to a singular form, and I got inspired by H20: Just Add Water for this! To put it simply, duality is a massive theme in the fanfic, and so is balance. The land forms reflect the roles of the cast and are often comfortable to walk in and wear, while the sea forms take inspiration from various sea creatures from beneath the waves- or the Disney version of The Little Mermaid for Goku and Vegeta! In short, duality and balance are two sides of the same coin- one can’t exist without the other. Darkness and light, good and evil, black and white, and of course, Land and Sea.

Q: How did you develop Atlantis and the underwater + land worlds?

A: I took pages out of The Little Mermaid’s Atlantica, Aquaman’s version of Atlantis, Abzu, and Endless Ocean to get a feel for the undersea world. Each district in the now reborn city beneath the waves is named after a water deity in mythology, like Mazu (Chinese) and Chalchiuhtlicue (Aztec). But there are tons more, and the ocean dwelling part of the cast resides in homes across the city. And as for the land world aka Scalefall Bay, I got inspired by stories of various totalitarian regimes, such as 1984 and The Hunger Games, to get a feel for what Vegeta’s life on land is like. Monochrome and drab colors are used to convey a life of uniformity and oppression, as opposed to the bright and colorful realm beneath the surface of the ocean, where merpeople are free to be who they want to be.

Q: Did you have anything planned for the fanfic that sadly got cut?

A: Ohhh boy, do I have a ton for you! Let’s see, we have some scenes like an undersea race across the coral reef between Yamcha and Krillin, a flashback to Kid!Vegeta when he got the abalone from his dad, an entire subplot involving The Pride Troopers (Who are part time anglers and conspiracy theories who believe merpeople are real @thunder-jolt for the idea), another subplot in which Chi Chi’s worries come into play, you get the idea. Heck, I even had various ideas for the transformation Vegeta undergoes in Chapter 5 (Including one inspired by when Majin Vegeta did his Final Explosion to take out Majin Buu) before I settled on one I was satisfied with. Also, he was going to have more accessories in his merman form- jewels, pearls, armbands, pendants, earrings, tail anklets, and maybe even a tiara of sorts. But in the end I chose to just give him the water lily hairpin and the bracelet- both from Chapter 3. There was even a subplot where Zarbon became a siren after being all like “I’ll take the treasure instead!”, when he’s asked by Frieza to bring Vegeta back.

Q: Are there any cameos and Easter eggs sprinkled throughout the story?

A: Yes! When Goku is explaining about merpeople society and how that every time they breach the surface, they always see something that was never there before; you can see Caulifla, Cabba, and Kale resting on a sandbank gazing out at a massive seaside city, Videl perching on a rock in the sunset, Yurin swimming up a river to see the various foundations lining the banks, the Kamikaze Fireballs (Ribrianne, Kakunsa, and Rozie) on the back of a whale gazing towards the clear night sky, and Broly, Cheelai, and Lemo watching the aurora borealis on an iceberg- and they’re all in their Mer forms. And it’s not limited to other characters from the Dragon Ball universe; too. Chris Sabat (Current Dub Vegeta) and Brian Drummond (Ocean Dub Vegeta) both make cameos in a cafe, and some of the Easter eggs are like when in Bulma’s lab, you can easily see a snowglobe with the Atlantica castle in it.

Q: Do you have any sequels or spin offs planned?

A: Not really, for now. But then again, you can always and I mean always insert your OCs and maybe some other characters into the story and see the world of Waves of Freedom through their eyes. It’s totally up to you. And like the ocean itself, the possibilities are endless, with the expansive world building, the cut content, and the diversity of the cast; your ideas can reach as far as the depths of the ocean and as high as your own imagination.

[sketchfanda]

sketch’s smut fic one shot commissions

If between 5 to 20 bucks seema reasonable for the quality I put out then Would anyone be interested esp when I make clear who and what I will and won’t write? Hit me up on dms here or on Twitter as sketchfan85. Roll on up and let’s see what I can provide you

examples of my work https://archiveofourown.org/users/Sketchfan/works one shot smut fics only.

Dudes I will write main muses:Kirishima Moxxie Krillin Muses of choice:Peter Parker, Lincoln loud,aeolus06’s human Tony Tony chopper, dib membrane, beast boy, roadhog, takashiro komuro, hanatarou yamada,patanu’s human rigby,killer croc,shinji ikari,ranma saotome, roger rabbit, sir pentious

possible maybes=izuku,naruto(already have enough of their own smut and harem based fics),luffy(likewise).ron stoppable(henrickdrake's new pets comic has that covered plenty),kaminari,tetsutetsu,Jaune (plenty wrists and artists do him enough plenty), sun wukong,yamcha

chars i will NOT write;any and all saiyan dudes(esp vegeta,gohan or goku,the saiyan centric harem bullshit,fuck you writefiction you gohan fanboy),Cardin,Adam Taurus,bakugo,monoma.mineta,mordecai(fucking simp bluejay),any uchiha(esp asshat),any league of villains dudes or nomus,zetsus,roshi,oolong,happosai, self inserts/ugly bastard/typical hentai douchebags and faceless womanizing casanovas,roshi,oolong,boruto(little shit),harry potter or any other char from his series,likewise no women from that series.

kinks i will NOT write:cuckolding/ntr and cheating esp if any of my muse dudes are the intended targets,any weird or gross crud,rape.no bleached/blacked type stuff or raceplay. hypnosis and noncon or dubcon of a darker,edgier subject matter variety.

series or movies i won't write:any live action,no literature i mainly read comics and manga as i like my stories visual,but specifically NO MCU,likewise dc movies and connected or related series,no twilight,no vampire diaries or any other type of teen drama bullshit,suernatural or otherwise,no harry potter(i don't give a fuck what or how jk rowling's tanked her own career,i was never into the books and LOATHED the movies and that extends to fantastic beasts). canon art styles like that of butch hartman or seth mcfarlane will be rejected (unless the woman or women in question prove exceptional design wise,and that's a big IF), matt groening series females like from simpsons or futarama also depend on exceptionality of design.Absolutely NO big mouth of anything by the brickleberry crowd.about the only female i'll take from rick and morty is the interstellar demon stripper.

hentais are acceptable so long as i'm familiar with or can learn enough approximate knowledge of the chars from it,likewise any manga/anime or cartoon i'm not familiar with. candidate and scenario suggestions are taken into consideration though some if not all may not make the cut.

So if anyone thinks my writing is worth 5 bucks,hit me up if you're maybe intrigued.

[tobiasdrake]

Okay, your post on Videl got me thinking of Lunch again. She was one of the highlights of Dragonball for me, and she just, didn't exist in Z? Outside of a brief appearance at the end of the anime. Do you have any interesting thoughts on her?

Lunch was mostly a combination of two jokes, one of which is gross and the other of which is hysterical.

As a character, Lunch was mostly relegated to two bits. For the first, I think it was a popular gag in 80's and 90's anime to have an elderly pervert try to pull shit on young women only to face violent comeuppance. I remember seeing this in quite a bit of anime back in the day, and that's precisely the gag that the Muten-Roshi came to center around.

This is precisely what Lunch was originally introduced for. A sweet and unassuming woman that Roshi could perv on....

Right up until a sneeze brings out her alter for violent retribution.

Lunch was the first Super Saiyan IN THIS ESSAY I WILL

Fortunately, since Goku spends so little time at Kame House as the manga progresses, we don't tend to see much of this. Instead, the main thing Lunch gets used for is indiscriminate violence. As Blonde Lunch settled in as one of the gang, her propensity for crime and ability to pull firearms straight out of thin air became her main gag.

You know, in retrospect? If she had to be written out? Robbing the Muten-Roshi of that diamond and then flying off over the horizon would have been a great way to do it.

Imagine if this was the last we ever saw of Lunch. Powerhouse of an ending for her character, wasted on a funny bit in the RRA arc.

Honestly, the RRA arc is peak Lunch. That time she kicked God in the butt notwithstanding.

For the last important thing she ever did in the series, that's such a note to go out on.

But in addition to the hilarious diamond bit, the RRA arc also gives us the only time Lunch has actually gotten to use her propensity for violence in a genuine fight. This is one of my favorite Lunch moments.

Mistakenly believing that the Muten-Roshi is the inventor of Goku's Dragon Radar, Red Ribbon moves to seize control of Kame House. This goes badly for them.

It's been like four months since that guy managed to beat Goku in the ring. Y'all made mistakes.

Red Ribbon manages to make him stop doing this to them by taking Lunch hostage.

But Turtle's there with the palm frond.

And then, shortly after, she robbed the Muten-Roshi for that diamond. Her whole part of the General Blue sub-arc is Peak Lunch.

(I genuinely don't know if using sneezes to transition between personalities is, like, a common ableist stereotype in Japanese culture or if Danganronpa's Genocide Jack was inspired by Lunch specifically. I do wonder.)

The 22nd Tenkaichi Budokai, however, would kickstart what would unexpectedly be the beginning of the end for Lunch.

Her takeaway from Goku and Tenshinhan's final match is that Ten is a fucking beast and Mama Want. This wasn't supposed to be how her character exits the series. But then Raditz showed up.

In the reunion between Goku and his friends at Kame House, Yamcha and Lunch would both reasonably be expected to be present. Yamcha's absence is explained by him and Bulma fighting again, while Lunch is said to have left after the 23rd Tenkaichi Budokai to go with Tenshinhan.

And then she never came back. This was the last we ever heard of her. Toriyama has said in interview that he forgot she existed, but he did still occasionally draw her or provide a few extra details for what ever became of her and Tenshinhan's... situation.

In interview following the release of Battle of Gods, he finally gave a final ending for Lunch and Ten's situation.

"Stoic Tenshinhan mainly does farming in addition to his training. He can split into multiple bodies and grow extra arms, so harvesting the crops goes quickly. He was found by Lunch, who fell in love with him at first sight and had been constantly pursuing his whereabouts, and even reluctantly lived together with her; but she wasn’t cut out for farming, and Tenshinhan has no interest in romance, so she left after just a few days. After that, it seems Lunch apparently stops in from time to time."

We don't get to see much of Ten's social life because he doesn't associate with anybody. He and Chiaotzu are an island unto themselves, only popping in when the Earth is in peril.

Unless they're undergoing some sort of heavenly trial or fighting the apocalypse, they don't hang out with Kame-senryu. And since our guys are Kame-senryu, that means we don't get to hang out with them.

They're off doing their own thing and walking their own path. And Lunch is over there in the mystical land of wherever they fucking go with them now. Popping in on the aromantic Tenshinhan from time to time while living her exciting life of crime.

So, farewell Lunch. You really were a hoot to have around.

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super 070

Time for a baseball episode (derogatory).

Sigh... All right, let’s just get through this.  So Champa contacts Beerus and proposes a friendly game of baseball to build “good relations between Universe 6  and 7.”  I’m pretty sure the assemlbed teams represent the only people in either universe that are aware of the other universe.  

Some issues with this premise:

1) Champa is only doing this as a pretense to go to Earth and enjoy its delicious cuisine.   This seems pointless, as Universe 6′s own Earth was restored in Episode 41.   Beerus specifically wished for this so that Champa could enjoy Earth food whenever he liked.   Did he forget about this, or does U6′s Earth food just suck?   Or maybe the U6 Earthlings destroyed themselves all over again?  I mean, the Super Dragon Balls could bring them back to life, but that doesn’t resolve whatever they were fighting over when they died.

2) Champa can’t even field a whole team, so Vegeta and Goten switch sides to make it fair.  Maybe they should have organized a Pickleball tournament instead.

3) Only three characters in this cartoon know how to play baseball, and two of them are the umpires.  Everyone keeps fucking around and/or trying to hurt one another, because it’s a Dragon Ball cartoon and that’s how they all roll. 

Let me just focus on Yamcha here, because he’s the only character who manages to look cool in all of this.  Goku manages to strike out Champa, then Yamcha takes over pitching and strikes out two more batters.  Then he’s the first at bat, and Vegeta beans him because he thinks the object is to incapacitate the opposing team.   So Yamcha gets a free trip to first base. 

Then he steals second and third because Champa doesn’t understand the rules well enough to stop him.  At one point he throws the ball at Yamcha to cut him off, and apparently that’s illegal.   I thought you could do that, but now that I think about it, it doesn’t make a lot of sense.

Then Beerus and Champa start fighting above the field, and Whis and Vados have to stop them before it destroys the entire universe.  Destroyer Gods fighting is supposed to be a serious taboo, just like time travel.  Funny how Beerus destroyed Bulma’s lab, but he gets to keep his hands.

Anyway, Whis and Vados call off the rest of the game due to the Destroyers’ poor sportsmanship, so we didn’t even get a full inning into this nonsense.  Champa is horrified to learn that the game is a tie, but it’s not.  Universe 7 wins, because...

... While Beerus and Whis were fighting, and all the other players were cowering in terror, Yamcha managed to steal home plate.  So U7 wins, 1-0. 

This whole episode is played up like a backhanded compliment to Yamcha.  He perserveres through the whole episode to win the game, and everyone congratulates him for it, but there’s also a lot of dunking on Yamcha too.  Like “Way to go, Yamcha, I guess you’re not completely useless after all!” That sort of thing.

Also, this whole “Yamcha loves this because he used to be a major leaguer” thing kind of contradicts the very episode of DBZ that this is referring to.  Yeah, Yamcha was the star player for the Taitans in Age 761, but he also found the game boring as hell, and he only did it for the money. 

Sure, he’s had 18 years to change his mind about the game, and I suspect he’s mostly into this because it’s a chance to look cool in front of the others, but this episode is still kind of a let-down for me.  There was a baseball issue of the Tenchi Muyo! comic, there was a baseball episode of Deep Space Nine, there was a baseball episode of Transformers, etc. etc.  This is the literal definition of a trope shows use to blow off an episode.

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006 | Reckoning

❝Sometimes it takes a good fall to really know where you stand.❞

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 "Suck my—"

The announcer's voice cut me off, calling for Junior's opponent to arrive. The blaring speakers were silenced as I sensed a distant energy behind me. Turning, I saw an old, nerdy man approaching, perhaps in his forties or fifties.

His light beige skin was smooth, complemented by neatly combed, short black hair. His black eyes, round and serene, exuded a calm and somewhat absent-minded expression behind glasses. A small, gentle smile lent his face an air of benign simplicity. He was dressed in a simple white button shirt and black pants, but he seemed vastly out of place in the martial arts arena.

I stepped aside, my eyes lingering on him as he walked past me. As he entered the ring, the speakers blared again, announcing his presence. "Ladies and gentlemen, Hero has arrived! Get ready, this sure will be an amazing battle!"

The crowd's excitement surged, their cheers growing louder in anticipation of the showdown between Junior and Hero. Hero apologized for his tardiness, explaining that he had lost his way. I would raise an eyebrow; he seemed like a goofy man just trying to live his life from my perspective while the other fighters beside me exchanged glances, their faces mirroring my own skepticism.

While I watched him, I sensed a familiar energy as Goku approached us. Krillin raised an eyebrow, curiosity lacing his tone. "Hey, where have you been?" 

Goku, standing next to us, smiled sheepishly. "Oh, something. I'll tell ya later," he answered before falling silent. Tenshinhan's curiosity was piqued as he glanced at Goku, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Something, huh?" he repeated, a hint of skepticism in his voice.

Krillin chuckled at Goku's vague answer. "Classic Goku," he teased. "Always keeping secrets."

"Is that so?" I interjected, my tone tinged with curiosity and skepticism about Goku's sudden disappearance. I glanced at Goku, noting the surprise on everyone's faces as they turned to me. Goku, Tenshinhan, and Krillin couldn't help but react to my sudden interest in the conversation, while Yamcha regarded me with a hint of curiosity.

Goku chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, you'll see soon enough," he replied cryptically.

"Get ready, the Second Semi-Final begins... now!"

The announcer's voice boomed over the microphone. Hero's eyes narrowed in defiance, an unexpected anger flashing behind them as he gazed at Junior. The crowd's cheers and chatter made it difficult to hear their exchange, but Junior's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. The tension between the two fighters was palpable.

Suddenly, Hero's energy surged, and he assumed a battle stance. With a swift upward motion of his hand, the ground trembled and an impulsive blast erupted, sending Junior soaring into the sky. The wind from the attack was so fierce that I had to close my eyes against the blinding light and brace myself to avoid being knocked over. The sound of the blast was deafening, leaving my ears ringing as I slowly opened my eyes to see the arena, now slightly crumbled and empty.

Another powerful explosion erupted from a mile away, shaking the ground once more. Squinting at the light as it diminished, I caught a glimpse of Hero descending before he landed gracefully, not breaking a sweat.

Junior reappeared behind Hero, slashing at him with sharp nails, but Hero vanished, reappearing above Junior, who turned too late. Hero bashed his knee into Junior's back, sending him crashing face-first into the arena ground with such force that the ground shattered, creating a hole. Junior fell through, breaking through the other side of the arena floor.

The crowd erupted in cheers at the match's progression, impressed by Junior's resilience. My eyes narrowed, an emotional turmoil brewing inside me as I observed the scene. Everything happened so fast.

Hero's skill was impressive, and for a moment, I hoped he might be the one to defeat Junior. However, something about Hero's fighting style seemed almost lethal, as if he were trying to kill Junior. Perhaps I was overthinking it, but his style was eerily reminiscent of King Piccolo's, it unnerved me.

As they faced each other again, Hero regained his bearings, his teeth gritted in determination. The others—Krillin, Yamcha, Tenshinhan, and Goku—watched in stunned silence, their eyes glued to the unfolding events. The air was thick with suspense, every movement and attack charged with the possibility of a volatile outcome.

"Unbelievable," Tenshinhan muttered, his voice filled with astonishment at Hero's incredible strength and agility.

"Who is this guy?" Yamcha exclaimed, his voice a mix of disbelief and awe.

Krillin shook his head in disbelief. "What—how? He just—and—I've never seen anything like it."

The four of them continued to watch, their eyes glued to the battle. Tenshinhan's expression grew contemplative. "This fight seems personal. Hero is attacking Junior as if they were at war."

Hearing Tenshinhan's words confirmed my suspicions. Krillin raised an eyebrow, contemplating his statement. "Yeah, it does seem a bit intense for just a tournament fight," he agreed, his voice tinged with concern.

Yamcha nodded, his eyes fixed on the battle. "It's like there's more than just winning on his mind." Goku remained silent, his eyes narrowed as he studied Hero's movements, his expression inscrutable.

With a shout from Hero, he charged Junior with reverent speed, his quickened steps echoing on the floor. Junior prepared for the onslaught, eyes narrowing as they closed in on each other. Junior swung his hand to the left in a slash, but Hero halted abruptly, defying the momentum that had propelled him forward, catching Junior off guard.

Seizing the advantage, Hero struck a blow to Junior's abdomen; the sickening thud echoed through the arena, sending Junior hurling backward before he regained his stance. Hero charged at him again, tossing jabs and hooks left and right, yet they both seemed to block and avoid each attack with precision and inhuman speed, their movements a blur.

My eyes struggled to keep up, their bodies flickering across the ring. In a blink, Hero vanished, reappearing behind Junior, leg poised for a devastating kick. Junior, reacting with astonishing speed, caught Hero's leg before impact, gripping it fiercely.

With a powerful swing, Junior tossed Hero to the ground. Hero's agility shone through as he placed his hand on the floor, preventing a face-first crash, and performed a backflip to land gracefully. Junior did not waver. His energy spiked, creating an orb of light within his palm. He aimed and fired at Hero.

The blast was overwhelming, the blinding light forcing my eyes shut. The force behind it pushed spectators back, the wind roaring through the arena. However, I forced my eyes to open, determined to witness every moment. Through the blinding light and my astonishment; I saw Hero's hands outstretched, catching the blast and redirecting it upwards, away from the crowd.

My eyes widened at the sight. His hands hissed with smoke, the heat visibly intense; I knew the agony of such an act, having experienced it against Goku, yet Hero showed no signs of injury. It was a startling display of resilience.

What am I seeing right now?

Hero's expression was laced with fatigue and determination, while Junior, momentarily shocked, quickly regained his composure. It was clear that Junior now understood he could not underestimate this seemingly frail old man.

Yamcha broke the stunned silence first, his voice barely above a whisper. "How is he not seriously hurt from that?"

The audience was awestruck into silence by the display of power and endurance. Even the usually loquacious announcer was speechless, his voice lost in the sheer awe of the moment. I knew any normal human would have been severely injured, if not worse, by such an intense blast.

"This isn't normal at all," Krillin breathed out, his eyes still fixed on the arena. The fighters beside me could only watch, their eyes wide, their words lost. They had never seen such a display of strength and resilience before.

Despite the uncanny event, Junior displayed formidable power, surpassing even his father, King Piccolo, in speed and strength. I stayed silent, my gaze remaining on Junior as he stood his ground, his eyes narrowed at Hero, clearly sizing him up and analyzing him.

With the crowd dead silent, Junior's lips parted and spoke something I couldn't catch until Hero responded, "▯:⋊|♁⨅⌟◸.⋥.Ə| ∆∙◸.⋥.⨅⌟⨉⨉ ◸.⨉⨉ ⨅⌟◸.▯:⨕∙|▷ ▯.⊓⨉⨉◸.⋥.⋊|⨉⨉⨉⨉, ⨿⁚◸.⩞⩞◺⌝⊐:◺⌝" Translating... |Reading minds is dirty business, Piccolo.

What is this bullshit?

It caught me off guard; I couldn't discern his words, almost gibberish to my ears. It was a tongue I couldn't place, which only added to the mystery and tension of the moment. Junior seemed to understand, his eyes widening before responding in a bitter tone, "⨅⌟◺⌝ |▷◺⌝.⊓ ▯:⋊|♁⊐:⊐:|▷ ⨕∙∟◸.⋥.ɛ |▷◺⌝.⊓ ⩞♁⋥. ☉◺⌝◺⌝⊐: ∆∙⋊| P◸.⨕∙ ∟ ⨕∙ ∟♁⨕∙ ⨅⌟◸.⨉⨉Ə|.⊓◸.⨉⨉⋊|" Translating... |Do you really think you can fool me with that disguise?

Tenshinhan, Krillin, Yamcha, and Goku exchanged confused glances, their eyes darting from Hero to Junior. "Did you catch what they were saying?" Krillin asked, his voice edged with both curiosity and concern.

Yamcha shrugged, just as baffled as the rest. "Sounded like some kind of weird language, didn't it? I'm just as confused as you."

"But they seemed to understand each other," Tenshinhan observed, his voice carrying a mix of surprise and unease.

"Yeah, that's what's strange about it," Krillin agreed as Goku remained silent, his brow furrowed in deep thought, clearly focused on deciphering the exchange between Hero and Junior.

"P ∟♁⨕∙ ⨅⌟◺⌝ |▷◺⌝.⊓ ⨕∙∟◸.⋥.ɛ |▷◺⌝.⊓'▯:⋊|, ɛ♁∆∙◸.!" As Junior's guttural, otherworldly words reverberated through the arena. Translating... |What do you think you’re doing here, Kami!

There was a flicker of irritation in Junior's eyes, met with a smirk of amusement from Hero. The two exchanged their strange language, harsh and alien, until Hero responded with something that left both warriors glaring at each other in silence.

The announcer's voice cut through the uncomfortable quiet, attempting to engage the crowd and make sense of the situation, chimed in, "Both Junior and Hero are speaking in a language we've never heard before! But the meaning is clear in any tongue—these two warriors are out to get one another. I think..."

Uncertainty colored the announcer's tone, mirroring my feelings. My brows furrowed as I tried to decipher their conversation. Did they share a history? My thoughts were interrupted by Junior's laughter—loud, proud, and ominous. It sent a shiver down my spine, the unease creeping into my skin, reminiscent of King Piccolo.

"|▷◺⌝.⊓'▯:⋊| ▯⊐:.⊓☉☉◸.⋥.Ə|! ⨕∙ ∟⋊|▯:⋊| ◸.⨉⨉ ⋥.◺⌝⨕∙ ∟◸.⋥.Ə| |▷◺⌝.⊓ ⩞♁⋥. ⨅⌟◺⌝ ⨕∙◺⌝ ⨉⨉⨕∙◺⌝⨿⁚ ∆∙⋊|!" Translating… |You're bluffing! There is nothing you can do to stop me!

Junior's tone shifted from bitterness to cockiness as he continued in his native tongue. Hero's smirk faltered briefly before he responded, chuckling in amusement. Whatever Hero said made Junior's eyes widen in disbelief and panic, his posture stiffening with a rare vulnerability.

Yamcha's voice broke the tension, his tone laced with concern and curiosity. "Whatever they are saying, Junior doesn't seem happy about it." The others nodded, sharing similar thoughts as Hero and Junior continued their cryptic exchange.

Suddenly, Hero reached into his pocket, withdrawing a small bottle that sparked a fresh wave of questions in my mind. He unplugged the cap and carefully placed it on the ground.

"Hero has revealed a bottle and placed it on the ground; it doesn't register as a weapon. So... the match will continue. It might be some sort of magic charm," the announcer speculated, sounding more uncertain than authoritative.

I glanced at the bottle, noticing red writing on it. Realization struck me, sending my heart racing with perplexity and desperate hope.

"No! Not that!" Junior's voice cut through, his fear was noticeable as his eyes widened in terror. At that moment, a sadistic glee flickered in my eyes.

Hero leaped back, calculating and precise. His hands outstretched, a surge of energy illuminated his form as he shouted with sheer determination, "Evil Containment Wave!"

The words sent a thrill through my entire being, and the world around me fell into a tense silence. My heart thumped with ecstatic anticipation; I watched with bated breath as Hero unleashed a torrent of energy, creating a blinding light and roaring wind. Squinting against the brightness, I savored every moment. A smile crept onto my lips behind my facemask, uncontrollable and raw with hope. The light enveloped Junior, the containment nearly complete.

This was it.

As the attack neared Junior, a spark of light flickered within the blast, causing me to flutter my eyes, adjusting to the blinding intensity, but nothing could prepare me for what came next.

The energy of the Evil Containment Wave is twisted and reversed, the light bouncing back, redirected by Junior toward Hero. In a flash, the tide turned against Hero. He was tangled within the very technique meant for Junior. Everything seemed to slow down; moments stretched into an agonizing eternity.

Hero was trapped in the wave, struggling to break free, but Junior's control was absolute. With deft precision, Junior aimed the concentrated light toward the open bottle, seizing the opportunity to ensnare Hero permanently. But then, something happened. Something came out of his body and it looked like Junior. Someone had used Hero, a human, to disguise themselves, and they were trapped within the wave, leaving Hero behind.

Junior continued to guide the light, aiming it at the opened bottle, trapping the being within. He sprinted towards it, plugging the cap back inside.

Silence settled around me, a stark contrast to the disarray flaring. My mind reeled, thoughts racing yet frozen in dread as I stared at the unconscious Hero left laying face on the ground after—whatever was possessing him—departure from his human body and my stomach twisted in a knot. My heart throbbed, almost as if it stopped beating. I stopped breathing—no, I felt suffocated as the implications settled upon me.

Junior had managed to reverse the entrapment.

And that only meant one thing.

Was this the way he was going to get his revenge? His father's revenge?

The weight of the moment pressed down on me, a suffocating realization that history might repeat itself — that I could be the next one trapped, tortured in isolation for eternity. 

It was a fitting revenge for the one who had betrayed King Piccolo and entrapped him for centuries.

Fear gripped me, a primal terror clawing at my insides. Images of past torment flashed through my mind; memories I had fought so hard to bury. Memories of my previous entrapment flooded back, the endless darkness, the crushing solitude, the unending torment of repeating death.

Sweat trickled down my forehead. Panic surged through me, threatening to overwhelm what little composure I clung to. Junior's smug smirk cut through the haze of my terror. He could see the fear in my eyes as they shifted from sadistic glee to panic.

It was his turn to relish and savor my reaction.

In that moment of paralyzing fear, I saw the abyss staring back at me. Junior's eyes bore into mine, mocking my vulnerability. While holding the bottle in his hands, a reminder there was someone inside the bottle, it was almost satire that he may have known I might consider using that technique on him.

Clearly, that wasn't going to work.

A cruel glint sparkled in Junior's eyes as he observed my terror-stricken expression. He was reveling in my dread, enjoying the power he wielded in that moment. My breath hitched, my vision narrowed, and my heart pounded so violently that it felt like it might burst. Every fiber of my being screamed in protest, unwilling to face the fate Junior had planned.

Trapped forever. Alone. Tortured.

I couldn't go back to that. I couldn't survive it again.

I barely came out of that with a fragment of my sanity.

My mind spiraled, thoughts racing, crashing into each other in a chaotic whirlwind. The world around me blurred further, Junior's smirk was a haunting beacon in the turmoil. My legs felt weak, threatening to give way beneath me. The thought of being sealed away, of losing my sanity, gnawed at my very soul.

"Hey, are you okay?" Tenshinhan's voice cut through the haze, a lifeline in my panic. I hardly registered his presence, my mind locked in a battle with my own demons.

"I..." My voice sounded ragged, my throat dry. The words died on my lips as I struggled to compose myself. Tenshinhan could see the raw panic in my eyes, a deep-seated fear that seemed to grip me with a vice-like grip. He stepped closer, his expression concerned, as he tried to reach me.

"Breathe," he said firmly. "You need to breathe."

I attempted to follow Tenshinhan's advice, but each inhale felt inadequate, my focus consumed by Junior and the haunting resemblance he bore to his father, King Piccolo. Backing away, I was lost in a tumult of memories, the terror of past captivity threatening to overwhelm me. Desperation clawed at my chest, urging flight from the imminent threat. I couldn't afford to be trapped again. Not like this. Not by Junior.

Tenshinhan reached out, his hand gently gripping my arm to steady me. "Hey, calm down," he repeated, his voice a blend of firmness and reassurance. "Focus on me. Take a slow breath through your nose, then exhale through your mouth."

Yamcha observed, his eyes flicking between me and Tenshinhan, while Krillin kept a respectful distance, worry etched on his face as he watched my distress. But they knew Tenshinhan could handle the situation. He was the most level-headed among them.

Meanwhile, the announcer's countdown for Hero's unconscious form underscored the tension in the arena.

"Look at me," Tenshinhan instructed firmly, his eyes locking with mine, blocking the view of Junior. "Breathe in slowly. Inhale. Hold it for a moment. And exhale. Slowly. You need to calm down. You're going to hyperventilate."

But Something inside me snapped.

The panic, the fear, the memories — they all funneled into a single, blazing point of desperation. I focused intently on Tenshinhan's guidance, breathing deeply and methodically. Inhaling through my nose, holding briefly, and exhaling through my mouth, I felt my racing heart begin to slow.

Soon my vision cleared, and my breath steadied. My panic began to subside, replaced by a steely focus. I straightened up, my breathing still ragged but controlled. There was only one thought that remained, burning with clarity and purpose: I couldn't let Junior win.

Tenshinhan observed the shift in my demeanor, his grip on my arm easing as he saw the quiet strength returning to my gaze. Goku, on the other hand, took glances at both my state and Junior, his eyes filled with anger — a silent communication that suggested a deeper history between him and Junior.

Yamcha broke the silence, his voice a welcome relief. "You okay now?"

I nodded. Anger burned away the fear, a fire fueled by desperation for survival. I couldn't be weak. I couldn't afford to be weak. Not now. My eyes glanced at Tenshinhan's hand gripping my arm; it was awkward since I was a stranger to them, yet for a moment, there was an odd sentiment that someone had helped me.

But I pushed the thought away, focusing on the situation at hand.

Tenshinhan released his grip on my arm with a pat that felt almost brotherly, satisfied that I had regained my composure. The familiar noise of the crowd's cheers and the booming voice of the announcer reverberated through the arena, snapping me back into the present moment.

"Junior wins the match by knockout and will now advance to the championship round against Anonymous!"

The name rang in my ears: 'Anonymous.' Throughout this tournament, I had avoided facing Piccolo Jr., but now, as I stood there, all hesitation dissipated. I didn't care anymore.

Taking a few steps forward to gain a better view of the arena, I observed the announcer knelt beside Hero, attempting to rouse him from unconsciousness. Slowly, Hero stirred, groggy and disoriented, aided to his feet by the announcer. The audience flared in applause for Hero's valiant effort to reach the semi-finals.

But my attention swiftly returned to Junior, who stood there with the bottle clenched tightly in his hand, his smirk unwavering. His eyes met mine, and he saw it—my resolve, my determination not to back down despite my earlier panic attack.

We locked eyes, a silent battle of wills. Anger surged within me, mingled with a deep-seated fear and a desperate resolve. One thought consumed me: I will kill Junior. It was the only way to ensure my safety, to prevent the horrifying fate he intended for me. This was no longer just a tournament.

It was about survival — my survival.

As my gaze bore into Junior's, my determination burned fiercely. But instead of faltering under my intense stare, Junior's smirk widened. He seemed to relish the intensity of my resolve. To him, it signaled fear, a delicious confirmation of his power over me.

A gong struck, a deep, resonant boom filling the air, starting as a sharp metallic clang before expanding into a rolling wave of sound that echoed through the arena. It momentarily broke my focus, drawing the attention of the crowd and the other fighters.

"Next up is the final round as Anonymous and Junior battle for the championship! Get ready for the most spectacular match of the day!!!" The announcer's voice excited the crowd, their excitement masking the true nature of the confrontation about to unfold.

"The fight will begin following a ten-minute intermission."

The ten-minute break stretched out like an eternity. It was a cruel pause, offering too much time for my thoughts to spiral, for my fears and doubts to metastasize. It was as if the universe was taunting me, prolonging the inevitable confrontation with Junior.

With a scowl, I turned away from Junior and returned to the tournament building. The gaze of the others followed me, but I ignored it, pushing forward with a single-minded focus, seeking a moment of solitude.

Inside the building, I found a wooden bench and sat down heavily, my thoughts spiraling out of control. The weight of those dreadful events pressed down on me, threatening to unhinge my already fragile sanity. My breaths came in shallow gasps again, my hands quivering as I clutched at my knees.

I couldn't shake the relentless urge to butcher Junior, to eradicate the threat he posed. Thoughts of consequences — of exposing my identity, of causing collateral damage, of risking capture — faded into the background. All that mattered was the singular goal of ending Junior's life.

The wooden bench beneath me creaked as I shifted, trying to steady my racing thoughts. Sweat beaded on my forehead despite the coolness of the air around me. The noises of the bustling tournament outside seemed distant, muffled by the commotion inside my skull.

The wait was excruciating, my mind playing out every possible scenario. My heart pounded against my chest, a relentless drumbeat of fear and determination. I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself and focus on the task ahead.

I didn't know how long I was waiting until a sudden chuckle shattered the silence, jolting me out of my thoughts. Tension coiled within me like a spring, my muscles tightening as I braced myself. Opening my eyes, I met Junior's gaze—smug, lethal, towering over me. He stood with casual arrogance, one hand resting on his hip while the other idly played with a fragment of his cape.

"Well, well, look at the state you're in. Afraid? Oh, you should be," he taunted, his voice dripping with venomous amusement. Anger surged within me, a blazing fire igniting in the depths of my chest, momentarily overpowering the despair that threatened to consume me.

I focused on controlling my breathing, forcing myself to maintain my calm facade. I remained silent, meeting Junior's gaze with defiance and apprehension, torn between the urge to lash out and the instinct to retreat. In the end, I just sat there, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing my turmoil.

Junior's dark eyes flickered over me, drinking in the sight of my tense form. He seemed unperturbed by my festering rage, relishing the tremor that ran through me and the subtle betrayals of my tightly clenched lips. His next words were laced with danger, delivered in a low, menacing tone.

"All that waffling, all that scheming, all for naught. You've done well, [First Name]. You've survived this long."

His right hand shot forward, his long fingers enclosing my throat with swift brutality, the impact snapped, splintering, and crumpling the wooden bench beneath us, its splinters poked and stung my body. His grip tightened mercilessly, the pressure was instantaneous and suffocating, his thumbs digging into my windpipe, his sharp nails dug into my throat, causing small rivulets of blood that escape my neck.

I could barely breathe or speak; a scream lodged deep in my constricted throat. My eyes widened in panic, every nerve in my body tensing as I clawed desperately at his hand with renewed strength, fighting to loosen the vice-like grip on my windpipe.

The searing pain radiates through my neck, the blood rushing to my temples, my vision dimming on the periphery. My calloused hands, hardened by years of battles, found no purchase against his implacable hold. My attempts to break free only made him greedier for my pain.

Junior leaned into me, his face contorting into a mocking expression, and showed his fangs with a grin. "We both know, even if you can't die, I can make you wish for it." he hissed, his grip squeezing tighter, ready to crush my trachea.

He was right.

Even if I can not permanently die, I could still feel the pain. But if I die right here.

I would come back to life.

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DOES TENSHINHAN REALLY TRAIN ALL THE TIME?

The short answer... "NO." The long answer...

DRAGON BALL Z:

In the Cell Saga, Tenshinhan had expressed multiple times that he felt useless. In fact, the guy who many in the DB fandom inaccurately claim trains non-stop actually lost confidence in himself so much so that Tien even REJECTED training in the RoSaT.

Tien could've gotten 1 year's worth of training in 1 day, yet he straight up refused. That alone proves that Tien DOES NOT train all the time like a Saiyan as so many people suggest. They are misinformed or willfully ignorant.

After Goku died, Tien felt depressed & lost some motovation to train (others felt depressed as well). He told his friends that they would probably never see him again. Then, he disappeared for 7 years & only reappeared briefly during the Buu Saga.

Why was Tien absent during majority of the Buu Saga?

Why did Tien choose to stay out of the 3 day battle until the very last moment while being fully aware of the situation from day 1 due to Babidi's telepathy?

TENSHINHAN WAS DEPRESSED & many fans fail to realize this. Tien even calls himself "USELESS" again in the Buu Saga. Tien did not want to join the fight because he had lost his fighting spirit. So, what exactly was Tenshinhan doing during the 7 year time-skip? Well, Toriyama actually tells us what Tenshinhan was doing...

TORIYAMA INTERVIEW:

Toriyama explains in an interview that in addition to Tenshinhan's training, he mostly farms & Chaozu helps him. (Even Yamcha occasionally stops by to help out when he isn't being a freelance bodyguard.)

Read the full article for yourself here.

And when you examine Toriyama's words closely, he says that "[Lunch] wasn't cut out for farming, and Tenshinhan has no interest in romance, so she left after a few days." Lunch was last mentioned to be chasing after Tenshinhan at the begining of the Saiyan Saga. This implies that Tien had actually been farming at some point soon after the 23rd Tenkaichi Budokai if not sooner.

Not to mention that "mostly farms" means that Tien does other things too.

Tenshinhan DOES NOT constantly train as many fans falsely claim. The only ones who Toriyama said train all the time are Goku, Vegeta, & Piccolo. And the series supports this statement.

DRAGON BALL SUPER:

The Resurrection F manga & the 7th ending for DBS reaffirm Toriyama's statements that Tenshinhan & Chaozu are indeed farmers.

Furthermore, we are shown in DBS EP 89 that Tenshinhan has also opened his own dojo & is teaching advanced martial arts to 12 students (+ Yurin later).

CONCLUSION

The notion that Tenshinhan trains all the time is purely fan conjecture that is taken as gospel.

Tien has been farming for at the least since the begining of DBZ.

Tien started a martial arts school at some point after the Universe 6 vs Universe 7 Tournament.

Many in the DB fandom don't fact check most statements made in the fandom. Then, they end up believing and regurgitating misinformation. So, HERE ARE THE FACTS! For those of us who know that Tien DOES NOT constantly train, this post/images/links can be used as evidence during disputes & discussions.

I'm tired of this fandom spewing inaccuracies as truth without getting checked. And many falsely claim that Tien trains all the time in order to make the argument that Tien deserved to be the strongest Earthling instead of Krillin & so that others believe the misinformation. They attempt to use Krillin as some sort of stepping stone with false information, but these fans do so at the expense of Tien's character development that they conveniently overlook.

If your feelings aren't validated by facts, then you are wrong. Once you are corrected, you are now right. If you want to be right, often times you have to be corrected.

[EXTRA]

It appears that Toriyama revealed that Tenshinhan was a farmer soon after the Freeza Saga when Freeza came to Earth. Tenshinhan & Chaozu were shown in a mountainous area while wearing clothing that resembles a Chinese winter farmer's attire along with some sort of carrying bag tied around their torso that they store their winter crops in. Not to mention that Trunks arrived in the past during a winter month, so them wearing winter farming attire makes sense given we know they are farmers. {I'm open to being corrected on this nugget of info if needed because I don't have extensive knowledge of historical Chinese attire.}

TENSHINHAN, CHAOZU, YAMCHA, & KRILLIN: They are still marital artists at heart, but there was 7 yrs of peace. If there was no enemy to fight, doesn't retiring from fighting make sense? Although, their retirement was only temporary as we saw in DBS. People hate on Krillin & Yamcha for retiring, yet forget that Tien and Chaozu retired too. All had good reasons to retire, but they all still did some form of martial arts during their retirement even if it wasn't anything too extreme; Krillin training with his wife & being a legal crime fighter without using weapons against armed criminals. Tien & Chaozu training & farming & later starting a martial arts school. Yamcha being a freelance bodyguard & occasionally helping Tien and Chaozu farm (possibly training with them occasionally too).

With Tien being depressed after the Cell Games, it makes sense why Launch still visited him from time to time even if he didn't want a romantic relationship with her. She was another friend to help him out.