#DBZFanfiction

[nathaliacroft]

These are fanarts inspired by my fanfiction "The Saiyan Heritage and the Loneliness of the Warrior"! 💙

The story follows Lettie — my OC — who discovers her true Saiyan heritage and her family connection to Goku, Raditz, and Gohan. Along the way, she trains under Piccolo's teachings, who begins to confront his past and his feelings as they grow closer. Together, they face battles, challenges, and the bonds that define them.

👉 Click here to read the fanfic!

The fanfiction is available in both English and Brazilian Portuguese on AO3, Wattpad, FFN, Inskpired, and more.

(Made with Bing Images.)

[clearwritings]

Gohan ch. 50 ( finale ) 🩷❤️🤎

I think you'd like this story: "Gohan-san { gohan x reader }" by clearwritings on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/127323338?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=clearwritings&wp_originator=GyRGj%2B1z%2Fkxy7aeDolNnF85gGiO%2BDCNLKEFcgppASUx%2B1Sl31ioCDVMpazlfANvMNrY2ffyLeCBCEMBwFm2ltx2hMqbM7QLSsUzRilrFScZU4hT3XSzvkawBGWcWBR3r

[malliebuu]

Requests:

Taking one-shot requests🤘🏻 Let me know! I have a few things that are flippin' around in the 'ol noodle, but some fresh ideas/ requests would be amazing! Lemme know! ❤️

[herosreprise]

Of Saiyans and Parenting

-DBZ ficlet-

Summary: Christmas morning with the Briefs family (new gen)

Characters: Vegeta, Trunks x Marron, OC (children)

A/N: Happy birthday to Mia ( @distructodicks ) I hope you like this silly little smol fic. :P

The twins were on a sugar-driven, hunt and gather mission early on Christmas morning. Grandma Bulma had been majorly sneaky in hiding all of the presents throughout the Capsule compound to avoid everything (including the presents not addressed to the demi-saiyans in question) being opened before first light.

The 6 year old boys, Camise and Edrew, had given up on the present hunt after upturning the library, study, playroom, their mum’s art studio and their dad’s office to no avail. They had currently set their sights on the kitchen.

The maids had started the cooking early. It was in fact only 6am, however, being Christmas, Aunty Bulla and her boyfriend were supposed to be returning home for the holiday and their cousins from the Son family as well as Nana and Pop (among others) were to make an appearance this afternoon. Food preparation required an early start if they wanted to feed such a large, hungry mass of guests.

A pot, big enough for both boys to stand up in, was set on the stove slow cooking something that smelled absolutely delicious. After receiving a boost from his brother Camise climbed onto the fiery stove, watching carefully where he stood as not to burn his bare feet. He peered into the silver cauldron with curiosity.

Just as he thought, the potatoes were marinating in a thick vegetable gravy. His mouth started watering at the sight. As he realised just how hungry he was after their big search operation.

“Dare me to take one?” he smirked at his identical counterpart.

“Mum will be mad,” Edrew warned.

“Gramms will be madder,” Camise grinned, undeterred.

“Pinch one for me too would you,” Edrew beckoned wickedly.

Camise had to lift himself right into the pot to be able to reach the precious loot at the bottom. He had his hips pressed to the lip of the vessel and reached into it, unaware of the fact he was forcing the pot of searing hot liquid to tilt towards his unsuspecting brother still boosting him up.

His small fingers were centimetres from contact with the potato when the disgruntled voice that often sent shivers up his spine called out from the door way of the kitchen.

“What’s this?!” His voice was raised, but even, and free from shock. As if he wasn’t surprised to see the scene in front of him despite what his words suggested.

The boys immediately removed themselves from the stove and straightened up as if no wrong-doing had occurred.

“Nothing, Grandpa-Vegeta, Sir,” the boys sing-songed in unison, the lie flawlessly upheld. Not a hint of denial or doubt about them. They were quite talented little tricksters.

Vegeta frowned and made a menacing looking face, “You wouldn’t happen to be trying to steal Christmas dinner before you have been permitted would you?” He stepped closer to the boys who were desperately trying to keep their poker-face intact.

“No Grandpa-Vegeta, Sir,” they responded again, despite flinching slightly as the scary Saiyan stepped closer to them.

“Because you know what we do with little boys who steal food before it’s been served?” Vegeta began, as he closed the gap between the boys.

Edrew gulped and Camise began to sweat, their impeccable innocent disposition vanishing at the imminent threat coming their way.

“We replace the food stolen with them of course,” Vegeta whispered in a hoarse serious tone. At the sight of his grandsons going rigid with fear Vegeta smirked, satisfied he could still scare them when required. He was proud they could save-face for as long as they did but they would need to work on their ability to maintain an innocent facade indefinitely.

Camise let out the breath of air he hadn’t know he had been holding when his grandfather’s smile made him realise he was just playing with them.

His brother, obviously on the same wavelength, threw an unexpected punch at Vegeta’s arm which literally caused no damage at all.

“Oh yeah? You’re gunna cook us up huh?” Edrew provoked, “I’d like to see you try old man!”

The twins began laughing and shot off in different directions, beckoning their grandpa to try catch them.

“I’ll give you a 20 second head-start,” Vegeta announced after the twins had bolted, “And then I’m starting on the main course.”

His wife was pretending she was still asleep, even though her pattern of breathing had returned to that of a fully conscious person. Trunks leaned into her and considered calling her out on her false pretences. They both needed to get up and deal with their twin terrors.

“Five more minutes,” Marron mumbled into her pillow.

“Five more minutes could see Capsule Corps destruction from the mini-Supers,” Trunks mused.

Mini Super Sayains was more of a nickname than a description of the boys. They were not actually capable of the transformation, which was expected at age 6.

Edrew and Camise, looked almost identical to their father Trunks when he was their age, with one obvious difference.

They both had their mother’s light blonde hair. They were the first, ever, Saiyans to be born with that hair colour and all of their families and friends had joked that they were ‘born-super’ since they had the light coloured eyes to add to the mix.

The boys seemed to embrace the nickname and often overestimated their strength and challenged just about everyone on the Z-fighter squad.

They felt accomplished when they broke things. The spoilt brats. Hence Trunks’ immediacy in wanting to get up and get through the ‘gift giving’ segment of the holiday and hopefully satiate the boys’ hunger for destruction.

Marron rolled over and placed her face into her husband’s chest, “But it’s only 6am,” she whined, “You knew I wasn’t a morning person when you married me, it’s not my fault.”

Amused, Trunks wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back, “Fine,” he sighed and he could feel her face contort into a smile against his chest, “Five more minutes.”

“Merwy Chrwithmth,” she mumbled into him, he grinned. He had been looking forward to Christmas for weeks.

“Are you excited about today?” Trunks asked, even though he knew she wanted to sleep.

She rolled onto her back so that she could breathe, “Oh yeah, two hyperactive present-hungry little warriors, and all of our extended family judging our poor parenting abilities, what’s not to excite?”

He chuckled, she really was grumpy in the morning, “Not that, I mean, didn’t we agree we would be telling everyone today?”

Marron opened her eyes for the first time that morning and looked at Trunks. Of course she remembered. She was certainly nervous about telling everyone but judging by his dopey grin, he was obviously excited about it. She couldn’t help but match his level of enthusiasm despite her fatigue.

“Oh yeah,” she said, rubbing her stomach, “Absolutely,” she beamed.

Trunks shifted on the bed, lowering himself away from the head so that his face was over Marron’s stomach. An action that had become routine for him.

“Hey there little one,” Trunks whispered. “I hope you enjoy the Christmas feast today,” he grinned.

Marron chuckled nodding her head.

“And thank you for being my gift this year,” he whispered seriously this time, before kissing her stomach.

“Aw,” Marron cooed, “Come here, I’ll give you a gift,” Marron tugged Trunks from the nape of his neck, pulling him towards her for a kiss.

“Well we do still have 1 minute 20 seconds left,” he kissed her briefly before the sounds of pots and pans crashing in the kitchen below their bedroom interrupted the couple.

Marron rolled her eyes, “Okay you were right, we should have been up ages ago,” she sighed as she made for the bedside to get up and dressed before dealing with her little trouble-makers.

She pulled the dressing gown over herself, passing clean clothing to her husband looking disappointed, sitting on the bed, “You coming down too?”

“Yeah, just one more thing,” he gripped Marron by her waist pulling her towards his face. He spoke directly to her stomach again, “Please let there be only one of you in there,” he begged.

Marron reluctantly slid the door to the kitchen open, certain it was going to be bedlam.

Vegeta was holding both boys by the ankle in one hand. Hanging upside down, they were screaming and carrying on, trying to swipe at him as he held them over a boiling pot of Christmas dinner. Their heads so close to being dipped.

“What’s going on?!” Marron screamed out.

The boys hushed their commotion and the three of them turned to face the cross mother. Wide eyed, the boys just pointed at their captor and Vegeta simply pointed back at them as an accusation of blame.

Marron looked over the dishevelled kitchen noting all of the cutlery, crockery and cook books littered over the floor as if a great battle had taken place in Bulma’s kitchen.  

Trunks muttered something under his breath as he walked in behind Marron with a wagon of presents in tow and looked over the scene.

“There won’t be any presents until this place gets cleaned up,” Marron growled sternly taking the arm of the wagon and threatening to throw them all away.

The sheepish, apologetic look came to the boys’ faces, obviously well-practiced and fake.

“I’m sorry Mum,” they both churned out in unison, making their best cutesy faces complete with puppy dog eyes.

“Aren’t you going to say anything,” Marron muttered to Trunks who looked amused rather than annoyed.

He changes his expression quickly and glared at his sons and then to the likely man responsible for the mess.

“Seriously Father?” Trunks admonished, “I thought you would know better,” he crossed the room and pulled his sons away from the stove, placing them safely on the floor.

Vegeta merely rolled his eyes.

“They’ll need adequate seasoning before you put them in,” Trunks whispered low enough so that only Marron couldn’t hear.

Vegeta smirked and swatted Trunks on the back, “I’ll get the salt and pepper,” he announced, shooting the boys a daring ‘this isn’t over look’ look as he left out.

“NO! Mum he’s going to eat us!” Edrew squawked, rushing to hug his mother’s legs, “Dad’s in on it too!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Trunks shrugged.

“I’m telling Grandma on you!” Camise shouted after Vegeta as they burst out of the room.

“Hey! Get back here!” Marron yelled.

Trunks grinned as he started picking up the contents of the kitchen, well aware that no one else was going to do it, “There’s so much volume in this family.”

Marron ran a hand through her hair and sighed crouching down to help clean up.

“Hey you can’t complain Briefs, I know very well you encourage it,” she said.

He smiled, “Is it crazy that I love it this way?” he admitted sheepishly.

She rolled her eyes. Crossing the room to place her faces on his shoulders. After kissing his forehead, she smirked, “If it is, then I’m pretty crazy too.”

(A/N: Tried to keep the undergarment naming theme. Camise – ‘camisole’, Edrew – ‘drawers’. I’m pretty lame I know. GRANDPA VEGETA IS MY AESTETIC. Comments appreciated. Xx)

[fyrechylde]

DBZ Fanfiction: Dreaming Old Dreams

DISCLAIMER: All characters are property of their respective owners and I have no part of that...unfortunately.

Dreaming Old Dreams

by Sariel

Rated: R for violence

Read this at your own risk.

Now, on with the horror show....

Deep in the ruins of the city, a decayed hand shoots up from its rocky grave. Out of the dank street crawls a partially decomposed creature. Slowly, more dig their ways out of this urban cemetery.

  Hearing a footstep, the child opens impossibly dark eyes to see a legion of vulgar stinking corpses surrounding him. Their eyeless sockets glare hateful murder; their bony claw-like fingers yearn to rip his baby-soft skin apart. They advance sluggishly, their hate seeping out like the black bile oozing from their decades-old wounds. The small prince heaves a tiny sigh and closes his eyes. Waiting....

- - - - -

  Jerking awake in the dark, his heart jack-hammering in his chest, he scans the room instinctively. Climbing slowly out of bed, he saunters over to the window. The moon is heavy and full as he gazes out over the silvered landscape. The scenery is almost enough to take away the old bloodstains clotting his dreams for the moment.

Looking to his side, he breathes an inaudible sigh, relieved that his beautiful mate still lies slumbering peacefully. She should never know of the dark things that play in his dreams when sleep comes. As Vegita is staring at his mate, a flicker of movement catches his eye from the window. Peering out, he sees a monstrous Oozaru stomping West Capital, ki shooting out its mouth as it destroys the city in gleeful abandonment.

He cocks his head to the side and murmurs

"Hmmm...odd."

Slinking back over to the bed, he climbs back in and nestles snugly against the warm bare skin of his mate and feels the hands of sleep pulling him down into darkness.

Eyes snap back open. He sits up abruptly, and a light bulb flips on in the back of his mind.

"What the FUCK?"

Throwing off the covers, he races to the window. Nothing there. Shaking his head and smacking his cheek a few times, he whispers.

"I must be dreaming...."

He checks the window one last time to appease his shaken mind. There in all its were-ape glory stands the Oozaru grinning wickedly at him through the glass. In disbelief, he put his hands against the window pane only to feel it crumbling beneath his fingertips. The walls start to fall around him as the building seems to dissolve of its own accord. Horror-struck, he feels himself falling down with no chance to fly.

Falling...

down…

down…

Down into the mouth of that hideous creature.

- - - - -

The child wakes up screaming. A female with long, spiky, reddish-black hair creeps quietly over to his bed. Though her face appears impassive, dark eyes smile at the baby. She picks him up crooning softly in a dead tongue.

"Hush, little prince, all is well. It was only a dream."

At the sound of his mother's voice, the child quiets. The female holds him protectively against her chest, rumbling out a purr to soothe the prince back to sleep.

Suddenly, a familiar cackle breaks the peaceful air.

The Saiyan woman holding the little prince stands up and starts to back away from the new threat. A deafening crack smashes her skull into pieces. Blood falls on the prince's face as the woman drops him to the floor.

Falling

falling.....

The little prince opens his eyes. Blackness engulfs his vision until suddenly a spark of light brightens the room. Lifting his head from the stone floor, he sees the light showcasing an empty throne with the crest of Vegita-sei emblazoned on its black onyx surface. Standing up slowly he makes his way towards the shiny surface, hand outstretched. Just as his small fingers touch the cool stone surface, he hears a malicious chuckle from behind him. The very sound freezes the blood in his veins.

Dazed, the child turns to see the Monster of his nightmares. A powerful tail wraps around the child's throat lifting him off the ground in a stranglehold. Vainly, his fingers grasp at the Monster's appendage as he is turned to stare into the face of his demon Master. The violet lips curl into a vicious smile causing the child's stomach to drop violently. Gently, the tail lowers him to the floor in front of this dreaded creature's feet. An androgynous voice lilts softly.

“Lick my feet little prince.”

Fear sends an electric chill over the child's backbone and spreads panic to every nerve ending in his body. Thoughts of past punishments given for insubordination flit through his mind. For thirty years, this creature ripped out his soul and spat on it, using anger and fear to forge another monster, made in the lizard's image and fit only to rule with an iron fist drenched in blood and filled with hate.

It was too much.

“NO! I will NEVER bow to YOU again!! I will never bow to ANYONE EVER AGAIN!!!”

The creature trills a high pitched laugh and sneers menacingly.

“Well then, oh gracious prince, will you kill me now or wait until later?”

Powering up, the child morphs into a man wearing broken armor and impotent pride.

Raging out of control, he hurtles toward the lizard, the epitome of all his madness, his hatred; the one being in the universe he could blame for the ruin of his life. The white doll-like face smiles evilly and bats the young prince away like a cat toy.

He collides heavily with the onyx throne, the impact shattering it into splinters. Lying there among the ruins of his heritage, Vegita hears a familiar cackle. Sitting up, he watches his Master change. Some of the lizard's white skin turns darker and more bronze colored, while other parts transform into an orange fabric. His smooth head elongates and the top warps into soft black hair. The eyes turn from hateful red to laughing black. The prominent sneering face melts into that of a laughing fool. The new creature tilts its head at the young prince and grins genially.

“So Vegita…Kill me now or later?”

Snarling in rage, the prince stands up from the fragments of his birthright and charges mindlessly causing the laughing face to still ominously. The fool's dark hair flames into a brilliant gold, and the his powerful aura wards off the prince's foolhardy attack.

Stunned into stillness by the sudden transformation, the prince can only look on in wretched jealously as this…this…stupid third-class soldier acquires in only a few moments all that Vegita had strived for in his entire lifetime. This fool had achieved it first. This fool had destroyed his evil Master single-handedly. This fool who didn't even know what a true Saiyan was and didn't even care. HE had achieved it and not the prince. The prince of all Saiyans. The prince of only three subjects, a poor kingdom indeed.

Demons from the past and present suddenly rush in from the corners of his mind, darkness colliding with light. Images of his evil Master along with visions of innocent eyes pleading for mercy, and golden-haired heroes who were not him all collide with screams of fear and whispers of heady madness causing a crescendo that could not be ignored. But above it all there was the sound of laughter. A cruel sound meant only to torment. With a panicked start, he realizes that the laughter is originating from his own throat.

- - - - -

Jerking awake in the dark, his heart jack-hammering in his chest, he scans the room instinctively. A small sound comes from the side of the bed. Vegita automatically raises a ki-glowing fist to strike down the intruder. Wide blue eyes stare at him innocently and, to his surprise, without any fear in them.

“Daddy?”

Vegita takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, almost frightened at how close he had come to injuring his only child.

“What Trunks?”

“I had a bad dream.”

Opening his eyes and staring at his child, once again he is reminded of how amazing it was that he should have such a child. A child untouched by anger, fear, or death.

“Hush brat, it was only a dream.” Despite the harshness of the words, the voice is a soothing growl. He knows what it is like to despise the demons lurking just behind the eyelids… waiting.

“Daddy?”

“What?” Slightly rougher this time.

“Kill me now or later?”

- - - - -

The morning dawns clear and bright as Bulma stumbles blearily into the kitchen. Shoving the filter and coffee into the machine, she sighs gratefully when its aroma finally beings to flavor the air. After a few moments, she pours herself a cup, drinking deeply from the bitter but addictive liquid. Hearing footsteps behind her, she turns around, surprised that he hasn't made the effort to startle her as usual. Pouring a second cup, she offers it to him.

“Sleep well?”

A grunt.

She smiles softly as he accepts her offering.

“Any dreams?”

This is a slight pause as his onyx eyes stare emotionlessly into hers.

“No.”

[nathaliacroft]

This is a fanart inspired by my fanfiction "The Saiyan Heritage and the Loneliness of the Warrior"! 💙

The story follows Lettie — my OC — who discovers her true Saiyan heritage and her family connection to Goku, Raditz, and Gohan. Along the way, she trains under Piccolo's teachings, who begins to confront his past and his feelings as they grow closer. Together, they face battles, challenges, and the bonds that define them.

👉 Click here to read the fanfic!

The fanfiction is available in both English and Brazilian Portuguese on AO3, Wattpad, FFN, Inskpired, and more.

(Made with Bing Images.)

[nathaliacroft]

These are fanarts inspired by my fanfiction "The Saiyan Heritage and the Loneliness of the Warrior"! 💙

The story follows Lettie — my OC — who discovers her true Saiyan heritage and her family connection to Goku, Raditz, and Gohan. Along the way, she trains under Piccolo's teachings, who begins to confront his past and his feelings as they grow closer. Together, they face battles, challenges, and the bonds that define them.

👉 Click here to read the fanfic!

The fanfiction is available in both English and Brazilian Portuguese on AO3, Wattpad, FFN, Inskpired, and more.

(Made with Bing Images.)

[nathaliacroft]

These are fanarts inspired by my fanfiction "The Saiyan Heritage and the Loneliness of the Warrior"! 💙

The story follows Lettie — my OC — who discovers her true Saiyan heritage and her family connection to Goku, Raditz, and Gohan. Along the way, she trains under Piccolo's teachings, who begins to confront his past and his feelings as they grow closer. Together, they face battles, challenges, and the bonds that define them.

👉 Click here to read the fanfic!

The fanfiction is available in both English and Brazilian Portuguese on AO3, Wattpad, FFN, Inskpired, and more.

(Made with Bing Images.)

[nathaliacroft]

These are fanarts inspired by my fanfiction "The Saiyan Heritage and the Loneliness of the Warrior"! 💙

The story follows Lettie — my OC — who discovers her true Saiyan heritage and her family connection to Goku, Raditz, and Gohan. Along the way, she trains under Piccolo's teachings, who begins to confront his past and his feelings as they grow closer. Together, they face battles, challenges, and the bonds that define them.

👉 Click here to read the fanfic!

The fanfiction is available in both English and Brazilian Portuguese on AO3, Wattpad, FFN, Inskpired, and more.

(Made with Bing Images.)

[nathaliacroft]

These are fanarts inspired by my fanfiction "The Saiyan Heritage and the Loneliness of the Warrior"! 💙

The story follows Lettie — my OC — who discovers her true Saiyan heritage and her family connection to Goku, Raditz, and Gohan. Along the way, she trains under Piccolo's teachings, who begins to confront his past and his feelings as they grow closer. Together, they face battles, challenges, and the bonds that define them.

👉 Click here to read the fanfic!

The fanfiction is available in both English and Brazilian Portuguese on AO3, Wattpad, FFN, Inskpired, and more.

(Made with Bing Images.)

[nathaliacroft]

These are fanarts inspired by my fanfiction "The Saiyan Heritage and the Loneliness of the Warrior"! 💙

The story follows Lettie — my OC — who discovers her true Saiyan heritage and her family connection to Goku, Raditz, and Gohan. Along the way, she trains under Piccolo's teachings, who begins to confront his past and his feelings as they grow closer. Together, they face battles, challenges, and the bonds that define them.

👉 Click here to read the fanfic!

The fanfiction is available in both English and Brazilian Portuguese on AO3, Wattpad, FFN, Inskpired, and more.

(Made with Bing Images.)

[nathaliacroft]

Hello my friend, I just came across your account so I wanted to say that I love your art and everything! I also wanted to know if you are doing any art requests or anything? ❤️‍🔥✨❤️‍🔥✨

Hello, dear! 💜

Thank you so much for your kindness 🥰

Unfortunately, I'm not doing any art requests or commissions at the moment. I'm only making these fanarts of my Dragon Ball Z fanfiction for fun hahaha 😜

But either way, I'm glad you're enjoying them!

[nathaliacroft]

This is a fanart inspired by my fanfiction "The Saiyan Heritage and the Loneliness of the Warrior"! 💙

The story follows Lettie — my OC — who discovers her true Saiyan heritage and her family connection to Goku, Raditz, and Gohan. Along the way, she trains under Piccolo's teachings, who begins to confront his past and his feelings as they grow closer. Together, they face battles, challenges, and the bonds that define them.

👉 Click here to read the fanfic!

The fanfiction is available in both English and Brazilian Portuguese on AO3, Wattpad, FFN, Inskpired, and more.

(Made with Bing Images.)

[nathaliacroft]

These are fanarts inspired by my fanfiction "The Saiyan Heritage and the Loneliness of the Warrior"! 💙

The story follows Lettie — my OC — who discovers her true Saiyan heritage and her family connection to Goku, Raditz, and Gohan. Along the way, she trains under Piccolo's teachings, who begins to confront his past and his feelings as they grow closer. Together, they face battles, challenges, and the bonds that define them.

👉 Click here to read the fanfic!

The fanfiction is available in both English and Brazilian Portuguese on AO3, Wattpad, FFN, Inskpired, and more.

(Made with Bing Images.)

[nathaliacroft]

This is a fanart inspired by my fanfiction "The Saiyan Heritage and the Loneliness of the Warrior"! 💙

The story follows Lettie — my OC — who discovers her true Saiyan heritage and her family connection to Goku, Raditz, and Gohan. Along the way, she trains under Piccolo's teachings, who begins to confront his past and his feelings as they grow closer. Together, they face battles, challenges, and the bonds that define them.

👉 Click here to read the fanfic!

The fanfiction is available in both English and Brazilian Portuguese on AO3, Wattpad, FFN, Inskpired, and more.

(Made with Bing Images.)

[nathaliacroft]

These are fanarts inspired by my fanfiction "The Saiyan Heritage and the Loneliness of the Warrior"! 💙

The story follows Lettie — my OC — who discovers her true Saiyan heritage and her family connection to Goku, Raditz, and Gohan. Along the way, she trains under Piccolo's teachings, who begins to confront his past and his feelings as they grow closer. Together, they face battles, challenges, and the bonds that define them.

👉 Click here to read the fanfic!

The fanfiction is available in both English and Brazilian Portuguese on AO3, Wattpad, FFN, Inskpired, and more.

(Made with Bing Images.)