#KI IS SO PRECIOUS I LITERALLY CAN NOT HE MAKES ME SO HAPPY
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Hey there! I love all the one shots ya have done, theyâve helped me a lot! Just wondering if I could get captain Yami and wizard king Julius comforting their female s/o after a surgery? I recently had a double jaw surgery and have been pretty down with depression while recoveringïżŒ
Hello sweetie Beka! Thank you for loving my works and I'm sooo sorry this took so long, i really hope you've recovered well from your surgery honey and that you're feeling much much better right now. â€Â
But here's some soft Yami and Julius for you! Also, can I mention that it's been awhile I wrote for Yami now? â°(*Ž`*)âŻ
Chracters: Yami, Julius x F ! reader TW: mentions of mental health issues, surgery, unchecked work.
Yami Sukehiro
Looking at you in pain and discomfort made his heart ache but he knew it was for the best for you to go through with the surgery.
He was already there to pick you up after the surgery, ensuring that the doctors do a proper check on you before you leave the hospital.
He would totally threaten the doctors that if they didn't do anything right, he would make them suffer like you did.
Man would yeet any member that was making a din right out of the base so you could have a good rest, and would ask charmy to whip up some dishes that were good for recovery.
What made you even more touched was him cooking a soup for you personally, telling you this was what they ate back in his home town when someone's ki was weak.
He'll check up on you a few times a day, and got the kids to help you with any chores you needed to do, like washing of your clothes or feeding your pets.
When it came to you, Yami would be more than happy to give you a hand. Quite literally. If you need water, he'll grab it for you. Time for your meds? He'll bring it for you. If you need a back scrub, he'll help you. Will definitely add in an ass squeeze or two.
When you're feeling down, his huge bear like hands will pat your head, telling you that "I'm here, princess." He's not someone with a lot of words, he believes in you and that you'll go through it. But he'll tell himself to spend more time with you and give you extra love and attention.
When the nights get hard and you start crying because of the pain and how much of a discomfort you're in, he holds you and let's you let it all out. Cues lotsa cuddles and netflix and chill.
Julius Novachrono
He was extremely worried when you went in for your surgery. He wanted to pick you up but he had his duties as Wizard king, so Marx came.
You were in a lot of discomfort still and you were very emotionally unstable, making Marx a little worried about your condition. He judged it was best for Julius to come see you for himself.
Seeing Julius made your mode slightly better, you were able to let your guard down and your true colours show; to be all whiny and clingy to your man.
He was your personal slave. Cup to your lips with a straw so you could drink easily, food was spoon fed to you while all you had to do was lay in bed.
Even when you had to go to the loo, he carried you all the way to the throne. When it was time to clean you up, he wiped you down with a warm towel.
Does face masks together with you, just to cheer you up. Also tells you many funny jokes in attempt to make you laugh. The key was attempted. You were actually laughing at how bad it was.
Precious time with your man was always short lived, for he had to go back to his king duties. That left you feeling depressed and anxious again.
You didn't tell him, but your boyfriend could feel it. Your mood started to go downhill when the time for him to leave drew near.
BUT. your boyfriend was a man of surprises. He furnished his office so he could bring you along and keep an eye on you while at work. Marx was okay with this arrangement, because this meant that Julius wouldn't disappear.
He hired someone to take care of you, but being able to be with him lifted your spirits so you tried your best to get around yourself. It was just a win win.
#yami black clover#yami x reader#black clover yami#yami sukehiro x reader#julius novachrono hcs#julius novachrono x reader#julius x reader#black clover julius#black clover headcanons#black clover imagine#black clover x reader#black clover scenarios#black clover fanfiction#black clover imagines
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Ariâs Fan Favorite Moments with Jungwon
TAGLIST: @choisoobiniscute @strwberrydinosaur @1-800-enhypenbibi @caratinylyfe @sunflower-0180 @1-800-minji @nayuyeonsrecs @cherryutas @woopetals @kimhyejin3108 @starlighthwa @akshverse @niafics @90sni-ki @wtfhaechan (just send me an ask or a dm if you want to be added to the taglist/s! đ„°)
The Baby Sheep Spot
Ari had a lot going on in her mind back on I-land. Jungwon would usually be the one to catch her and get her to talk.
Heâd always bring her to the lobby and sit by the side of the egg gate to talk.
Itâs sometimes shown on the show what they talk about, but the most iconic of their heart to hearts are always the ones caught on the I-land cams where there arenât any audio files.
One instance in particular that went viral on eggie twt at the time was where someone caught them on the I-land cams sitting and talking. It looked like Ari had started crying, so Jungwon pulled her head to rest on his shoulder while talking. Then his hand went up and wiped at his eyes and thatâs when everyone realized he was crying, too.
The Baby Sheep Spot will forever be an important part of wonri fansâ lives and everyoneâs happy to know (thanks to Jake spilling it bc he found it cute) that there is also a baby sheep spot in their dorm.
(more under the cut)
Their High Praises
Everyone knows Jungwon and Ari have nothing but good things to say about each other, so high praises are a constant between them.
These two are literally not shy and will compliment each other to their faces until the other gets embarrassed.
Youâll catch Jungwon on vlives talking about how he really likes Ariâs mindset and would often go to her for advice (if not Heeseung)
Then thereâs Ari who likes to âdoteâ on Jungwon but then goes off about how good of a leader he is and how he handles all his responsibilities well
We canât leave out the fact that they always tell each other they did well, and theyâre always telling each other they look good.
Fever First Pre-chorus
Thereâs not many WonRi moments post-debut, so Feverâs choreo was an absolute gem to WonRi stans
In the first pre-chorus, Jungwon has to âchokeâ Ari the way that Ni-ki does to Sunoo in the second pre-chorus
But there was one stage where she accidentally turned her head the other way, and, in the split second she and Jungwon met eyes, they nearly laughed
But the speed of everything made it look like they smirked at each other and fans loved it
And now they do it like that every time they perform Fever because who doesnât love how the two Yangs always look like theyâre about to jump over a metal fence and vandalize something when they do that?
The Dimple Tradition
So, it took until after their debut for people to realize that Jungwon and Ari have a dimple tradition.
Before every performance, they make the bread face to each other then simultaneously poke each otherâs dimples just to help them ease their nerves.
When Sunoo first pointed this out in a behind video, people began searching back and saw Ari and Jungwon doing this tradition on I-land in the background of some clips.
Obviously everyone finds this adorable because itâs such a wholesome way to calm each other!
(Everyone also loves how Sunghoon is always trying to get in on it, but Ari and Jungwon both walk away from him whenever he tries because itâs their thing)
Jungwonâs En-Log
Everyone was surprised when Ari suddenly appeared on screen while Jungwon was in the car explaining what they were about to do.
The fact that the two of them took a quick walk by the Han River is precious to everyone, especially paired with the clips their manager took from behind them where you can see Ari laughing about something and Jungwon carrying her bag for her.
âWhy are you so quiet today?â âThis is your video. Iâm sure Engenes want to hear from you.â âEngenes want to hear from you, too, so talk with me like you normally do.â
At some point she ended up wearing Jungwonâs polo because they both realized the shirt she was wearing was thinner than it seemed to be⊠Also jungwon accidentally stained her sleeve with his chicken.
Of course, thereâs them under the blanket after eating. While Jungwon only closed his eyes for a few seconds, Ari really fell asleep next to him. There was a fifteen-second cut of him sitting and scrolling through his phone on one hand while the other hand was lightly patting her shoulder.
Bonus: something that the fans donât know
Every week, Jungwon and Ari have what they call âWonri Hourâ. No oneâs allowed to interrupt them, join them, or pull them away, not the managers, not even Heeseung. They sit together on either of their beds, usually in silence, other times just with music playing. This is their healing time. Sometimes they talk, sometimes they donât. This is different from the baby sheep spot though because that happens at random and the members are free to join them there.
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Heather!! I'm getting into Enhypen properly and my first biases are always the beautiful-to-the-point-it-hurts ones and my first wreckers are the badass cool looking ones from my first impressions, it usually changes to the cutest most smiley sunshine and the sassiest one respectively as i get to know them. But I just started liking them so guess my bias and wrecker plss! Also who are yours, i am a bad stan idk yours hehe.
OH MY GOD THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY
ok so i watched them when they were on i-land and back then, sunoo was literally my favourite. he was just so passionate about his dancing and his smile just brightened up my day completely. when they debuted, jay stole my heart, he just came out of nowhere and I was just like ok yes you can take over my life jsjsjsjzj THAT'S FINE and I suffered GREATLY đ«đ«đ«đ«đ«đ«
That was all fine until fever era hit and then out of nowhere heeseung just destroyed my bias list COMPLETELY, he slid his way into my ult bias list and I just kinda accepted it???? đ« even though I struggled đ«
After these concept photos and teasers, i'm all over the place with my bias list; heeseung and jay are both in my ult bias list, and i suffer every. day. sunoo is literally my SUNSHINE đ he is so precious and adorable, and his personality gives me serotonin because he is so sweet and kind and he is my favourite idol đ„°
jake and sunghoon are bias wreckers, but sunghoon has literally been taking over my life and idk how to handle it? and the TEASERS THAT WERE RELEASED TODAY AAAHHHH sunghoon is so so PRETTY đ
jungwon is also a bias wrecker, he's also my favourite leaderâno disrespect to the other leaders of other groups i love but jungwon is just my favourite, he's adorable and he was also one of my favourites in i-land đ
ni-ki is just that little angel that i want to protect forever, his dancing is amazing HELLO???? he's 100% one of the best dancers in the world right now, seriously. and he's freaking 15, like he's so young but so freaking talented đđđ
plus the fact that they are literally one of the funniest groups, they never fail to make me laugh. i get my sad days and bad days and enhypen always put a smile back on my face đ„° they're my favourite đđđđđ
welcome to the engene fandom, we're all cool, and chilled people <3
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Ash, what kpop groups do you stan?
Hi anon im very happy for this ask and i love you and i just mwah hug. Its nice to see people interested in my fixations and letting me ramble yk? Ik ive been annoying everyone (ESPECIALLY ON TWT) with enhypen so ehe its nice to see people wanna hear abt it. im sorry i have to ramble now (bcs me with hyperfixationdfhgs)
OK SO i mostly stan 1 relatively new but pretty big group called ENHYPEN. lemme just,, Enhypen commonly stylized as ENHYPEN, is a South Korean boy band formed by Belift Lab, a joint venture between CJ ENM and Hybe Corporation. This group was made through a survival show called I-LAND and out of 23 competitors 7 ended up debuting as enhypen. Something interesting i think about this group is that they don't have designated positions except for oldest, youngest and leader so everyone is basically good at everything though some has their strong points.
The 7 members are (i also linked all the moments mentioned so if anyone wants to see just click):
1. Yang Jungwon (the one in the emerald green clothes)
So hes the Leader of enhypen! very mature mom friend, very caring and always thinks about other peoples feelings. All rounder, has vv stable vocals and good at popping (HE DID IT IN HIS SLEEP ONCE DHSGFJ PRECIOUS BB. Also adorable and has sceri duality. ALSO HES 17 his bday is feb 2004 WHICH MEANS HES THE YOUNGEST LEADER IN ALL OF BIGHIT He also trained and competed in professional taekwando.
2. Lee Heesung (the one with slightly blue hair in the top left)
He is the oldest at 19 years old (15 oct 2001) Very famous at I-LAND and among bighit trainees in general for being one of the best trainees and aces. He has perfect pitch and also is a reallyy good dancer. Although he is the oldest hes very playful and pure crackhead energy really. OH ALSO he trained with TXT and are pretty close with their members.
3. Jay / Park Jongseong (standing up with cream blazer and also next to the guy with pink hair)
He is the second oldest at 19 years old (20 april 2002) often compared to Levi ackerman. Looks intimidating but soft asf. was in one unit with sunghoon when i-land started and before they came in the room everyone was so awkward and after Jay came in everyone started talking so very moodmaker. Lets his younger mates tease him and never fights back. also hes fucking rich thats it (his dad owns sinar tour)
4. Park Sunghoon (sitting down with brown blazer)
Hes 18 (8 dec 2002) He used to be a professional figure skater and competed in international competitions before he decided he wanted to be an idol. He has a lil sister and he takes care of her so well so wholesome cry. Hes naturally funny and says whatever is on his mind and its just hilarious. He can also be jokingly narcissistic and its rlly funny. He was also ranked num 1 visual by I-LANDers.
5. Jake/Sim Jaeyoon (sitting down with red blazer)
Hes 18 (15 nov 2002âš) Lil aussie boy. Very softie has a dog and obsessed with said dog (its name is layla its adorable) also has a rich dad and also has trained the shortest. In i-land he was an icon of growth because of how much he grew and improved despite his short training time.
6. Kim Sunoo (pink hair)
18 yrs old (24 june 2003)âšhes the aegyo KING and soo confident. Hes really good at lifting peoples moods and is a ray of sunshine. Hes also an icon of growth too because he was the first one eliminated from i-land and came back and ranked 1st kjdshfg mint chocolate ice cream and selfie lover
7. Nishimura Ni-Ki (the one with the long kenma like hair)
He is the maknae and 15 yrs old (9 december 2005) he literally debuted at 14 like WHT how what am i doing with my life. He started dancing at a really young age and is really really good at it (he can memorize a whole choreo in 10 mins. He really knows how to make the older ones laugh and gets treated like a baby even though hes one of the tallest shhs
Here are some of their songs!!
Given-Taken music video (they debuted with this)
Fever music video (i think this went viral on tiktok for a bit)
Drunk-Dazed music video (This one is also pretty known, some theories say its connected to given-taken in a way that given taken is the earlier lives of the vampires in drunk dazed so its rlly cool)
Forget me not (this was the opening for an anime and in japanese)
Into the I-Land (this one is technically all 23 original contestants for i-land but i like it so im putting it here, it also made me cry a few times dont question it)
alsoo this!
a complete guide to enhypen (shows their personalities rlly well)
alsoo theyre having a comeback on october 12th called Dimension : Dilemma and theres 3 versions (I think thats what u call em idrk JDSHFG) Scylla, Charibdis, and Odyseuss what u see up there is the concept picture of Scylla and just today the concept picture for Charibdis dropped soo here it is
ANYWAYSS THANKS FOR LISTENING TO MY RAMBLE ANON! IM SORRY I WANTED TO DO A SIMPLE RESPONSE BUT GOT CARRIED AWAY LAWL. DONT WORRY ILL GO BACK TO MY NORMAL LEVIHAN AGENDA SOON AND THANK U FOR THE ASK IT GENUINELY MADE ME REALLY HAPPY! LOVE U PRAISE THE BIB
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FF7 Remake ~ Translation Matters (19) - âYou canât fall in love with meâ and all the 性ćâs in the world.
We originally watched the Tifa cut-scene (when they hug in the garden) so I was very pleasantly surprised when the youtube video Iâve been watching for Japanese audio played the Aerith cut-scene. It was SOOOOO beautiful and sad and the music was amazing. Iâm happy to finally watch it but oh god, the whole thing is heart breaking. Though...some nitpicky crap, of course.Â
Aerithâs speech begins, âEveryone dies eventually. So we need to make the most of the time we have - to live our lives the way we wanna live.â Then she says... Aerith Jpn: äžçŹ ăăźäžçŹă性ćă« Eng sub: Every minuteâŠevery moment, matters. My trans: Every single moment, this moment...cherish them.
Cloud says: Jpn: ăăźäžçŹă性ćă«ă ăăă Eng sub: You need to embrace this moment. Right? Comment: Japanese Aerith actually makes a point to specify THIS moment and not the generic âevery minute, every moment.â THIS very moment when the two of them are together. Cloud echoes this statement so let them agree that this very goddamn moment is precious! They repeat the key 性ćă«, which Iâll talk about below. Â
But donât fall in love with me because Jpn: ăăăăăȘăŁăŠăăæ°ăźăăă ă Eng sub: Even if you think you have...itâs not real. My trans: Eeven if you think you have...itâs just your imagination.  Comment:  Cloud has a screwed up mind where he hallucinates a dead man following him, has false memories and identity, and is having this strange dream that may not be just a dream where he is told that his feelings (while they may be truly felt) are also âjust his imagination.â It fits better and still gives some credence to Cloudâs feelings. æ° is one of those culturally specific words that crop up in a hundred different phrases. I wonder if it is the Japanese equivalent of Chinese âchiâ? Basically, you can clump it under mind, heart, feeling, mood, etc. Kind of like the energy of the world. I donât mean this in a woo woo sense because it is used in all kinds of normal, everyday expressions and words. Like æ°æ㥠(feeling) is literally âholding a ki.â  æ°ăăă = ki is doing something => I feel like... æ°ăä»ăă = stick your ki on => pay attention æ°ă«ăȘă = ki is starting up => something is bothering me/on my mind æ°ă«ć
„ă = ki is going into something => I like it æ°ăźăă = blame is on my ki => I had a feeling about this but I guess I just imagined it as it turns out, there is no material, real thing for real in reality. Like my love for you. Â
Cloud says he is coming to save her. Jpn: æăăăă©ăăăăă Eng sub: If thatâs what you want. Thank you. My trans: It is frustrating (that you have to do that) but it makes me happy. Comment: I have no idea why they changed Aerithâs words so much here. The emotion behind it is totally emptied out!Â
Really quick though. It is interesting to see the same word 性ć (important, precious, critical) be translated different ways depending on the context. When Sepia-world little Aerith tells Elmyra that her ćăȘäșș has died, it is translated as a âman you really, really love.âÂ
When flash-back-never-aging Tseng pops up at the door to remind Aerith that she is a 性ćăȘ child, it is translated as âyouâre not just any little girlâ (aka you are special). So when Aerith first asked Cloud if Tifa wasnât an important person to him (性ćăȘäșșïŒcovered briefly here, your fanon can re-translate that as âTifa is someone who is really, really lovedâ or Tifa isnât âjust any little girl.â When Cloud tells Aerith that he will indeed treat this dream moment as 性ćă«, your fanon can re-translate that as you desire too. Â
#japanese#my translations#cloti#clerith#aerith gainsborough#ff7r#ffvii remake#You get a 性ć everyone gets a 性ć
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cdrama rec: goodbye, my princess
Master drama rec list.
Series: goodbye, my princess / the eastern palace Episodes: 52 (regular) 55 (directorâs cut--this is the version i watched) Genres: tragedy, romance, train wreck, historical, political, costume porn, scenery porn Spoilers in the Rec: for the set-up If You Like, Youâll Like: âwhat are you going to do, stab me?â says man stabbed, moon lovers but make it worse, empress ki, a show where literally every love confession ends with someone using a knife, a v fucked up deconstruction of the ârunaway princessâ trope
Rank: 9.5/10
^ yes this looks v. healthy, soak those clothes in the cold water of the river styx itâll be fine
PREMISE
xiaofeng is a very bubbly and naive princess from western liang state, where sheâs grown up happy and sheltered. her father is pro-peace with the li empire, and makes an arranged marriage for her to their crown prince. being a Precocious Naive Young Royal with a certified Thing for her teacher, gu jian (who seems Stoic but is actually a Softie), she eventually convinces him to run away with her so she can avoid the marriage.Â
little does she know that gu jian is actually a sleeper agent for a disgraced family of the li empire who are willing to do anything to get power VENGEANCEÂ honor again.
 wow, this will be fun she said. this will be good, she said.Â
meanwhile...
prince li chengyin, the 5th prince, is accompanying his elder brother, the crown prince, to western liang in order to broker a marriage with their princess. on the way they are ambushed by what look like members of the danchi--a nomadic, warrior state. the crown prince is killed, and the 5th prince is left for dead. eventually, chengyin makes his way to western liang, where he learns about the history of his motherâs family, the gus, and meets his cousin gu jian. together, they vow for power VENGEANCE honor as well as a way to uncover the truth about the murder of the crown prince
one way to do that is to figure out a way to infiltrate the danchi
conveniently, gu jian knows a runaway princess whose grandfather is their leader.
ope. i came out here to have a good time
gu jian and chengyin conspire to have chengyin pose as gu jianâs Totally Normal Cousin Who is Definitely Not An Enemy Royal as they help the princess ârun awayâ from an unwanted marriage to the âsafetyâ of her grandfatherâs people.
 ah. ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. hah.
MAIN CHARACTERS
xiaofeng
our titular princess!!! omg does she have a wild fucking ride of character development. happy and sheltered! oh no. oh no. oh, god. happy again! oh god. no. oh fuck.Â
sheâs awesome. growing up in the desert (her fatherâs people) and the steppe (her motherâs people), xiaofengâs lived a pretty great life of mischief and riding horses. incredibly kind and extroverted, she makes friends everywhere and a lot of them are women and that is Awesome. not a mean bone in her body. wine-child who likes to cross dress. cdramaâs best dressed.
prince li chengyin / gu xiaowu
the 5th prince of the li empire and wants power VENGEANCE honor for his momma. he infiltrates xiaofengâs Runaway Marriage Camping Trip in the hopes of uncovering military secrets of the danchi, to get vengeance for his brother and also some military merit so he can get more vengeance. 2 vengeances for one betrayal--sweet deal. however, on the way to the danchi, he hardcore falls for xiaofeng even though heâs lowkey trying to bring about devastation for her family. ruh oh.Â
falls in love with the Mark, betrays people constantly and then wonders why theyâre mad at him. the show/narrative never, at any point, tries to hide the fact that he is making some Severely Fucked Up Decisions and itâs amazing. genuinely loves xiaofeng very, very much. epitome of âyou made your bed now lie in it.âÂ
gu jian
xiaofengâs teacher and also her first love. he has feelings for her back, but heâs Bound by Duty to the gu family and subsequentially the li empire. he chooses duty, and orchestrates the meeting between xiaofeng and chengyin âxiaowuâ in order to get chengyin in the door to the danchi tribe. he then watches them fall in love, fully knowing the fucked up shit thatâs about to go down and how much pain it will cause xiaofeng.Â
wears oversized scarves because a dudeâs gotta accessorize. dramatically observes people from tall places like a sailor moon villain. whistle baby whistle baby let him know
SOME SUPPORT CHARACTERS SELECTED BY HOW MUCH THEY ARE MY FAVORITES
aâdu
Q U E E N. a member of the danchi tribe, and xiaofengâs best friend and bodyguard and girlfriend. xiaofeng says punch and aâdu says how hard. the two of them are ride or die together, and aâdu would do anything for xiaofeng. does not approve of any of her boyfriends in any capacity because LMAO she has eyes.
general pei
the Strong, Silent type and a general who is loyal to the li empire and serves chengyin. he befriends xiaofeng and genuinely cares about her. she teaches him the flute and he plays it for her whenever sheâs sad and itâs precious :(. unclear whether or not his feelings for her are platonic or romantic, but itâs all v Pure and Well-Meaning. the ladies love him
he shi
(far right) aâduâs brother and the danchiâs best warrior. look heâs barely in this but i have a thing for friendly giants and this one plays the flute
mi luo
spy-turned-bar owner from western liang, who becomes one of xiaofengâs best friends. sheâs just a really cool lady and she keeps everyone absolutely hammered throughout the story, which they all need. to cope.
OTHER SUPPORT CHARACTERS THAT ARE NOT MY FAVORITES BUT ARE IMPORTANT TO THE PLOT AND/OR I WAS TOO LAZY TO MAKE A SCREENCAP OF
zhao se se. a noblewoman in the li empire who has been in love with chenglin forever
the empress. basically every cdrama empress youâve ever encountered. moving on.
khan tömĂŒr. ACTUALLY one of my favorites but i was too lazy to get a screencap. xiaofengâs grandpa and leader of the danchi. loves his grand daughter so, so much. does not approve of any of her boyfriends either because he also has eyes.
ming yue. a famous courtesan in the li empire who xiaofeng later befriends. sheâs a perfectly fine character i was just bored w/ her subplot.
gao yuming. every Evil Minister youâve seen in a cdrama, although he gets extra points for having one of the most annoying, blatantly evil voices of all time
second prince, li chengye. i actually liked him a lot too. the crown prince after the first crown prince dies, chengyinâs brother. anything else is spoilers
Drawbacks
there were a couple of subplots that i had 0 interest in, which is what kept this from being a perfect 10 for me. i didnât care about anything related to minister gao + the empress, but thatâs admittedly because im not all that into palace politics. the ming yue stuff was also not that interesting to me because iâve seen that subplot a billion times.
nothing else enjoy the fucking ride.
Reasons to Watch.
this show makes no secret that itâs not going to be a good time. you jump in fully aware that itâs a tragedy and knowing that ahead of time makes it so much better. you see chengyin start to gradually lose his shit and itâs amazing. itâs so good.Â
character development! almost every character grows (or destructs) based on whatâs happening around them and i was really impressed with it. xiaofengâs in particular.
ACTING. omg both the leads killed it. you can see the switches flip and it p much defines the show-not-tell i love it
music! itâs really pretty ;;Â
FEMALE FRIENDSHIPS. FEMALE FRIENDSHIPS EVERYWHERE. xiaofeng makes so many friends and it warms my heart
if youâre into fucked up romances that also have moments of genuine cuteness/softness this is 100% your thing
The Aesthetic. costumes and scenery are on point, behold a parade of images:
(the Red Dress is iconic but this ^ is actually my favorite costume of hers)
Final Thoughts
#goodbye my princess#the eastern palace#chen xing xu#peng xiaoran#shawn wei#cdrama#gizka does kdrama#gizkarec#i should change that tag lmao i watch way more cdrama than i used to#!my post#enjoy hell everyone
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Another Camp Camp one, and this is a long one: Name the Top 5 things that you like or love about *each* kid from the main trio (Max, Neil, Nikki) and the performing trio (Preston, Nerris, Harrison).
Okay, here we go! XD
Max:
1.) I love how real he is. You know? Like, he may be negative all the time, but most of those times, he isnât wrong. The world isnât all sunshine and rainbows, and heâs always there to point that out. Which to me, keeps the campers a bit more grounded. Someone has to do it.
2.) The fact that he can be compassionate in his own ways! X3 Like, he doesnât want to show that heâs protecting you, or caring for you, so he just keeps up the act he has, while still trying his best to sneakily be there for you and watch out for you. Itâs like a sibling thing, âNo one can call them that, except me!â I love that a lot! XD Itâs cute!
3.) His relationship with the others! I really love seeing him interact with the campers, and counselors! XD Itâs always fun! Plus, he tends to learn from many of them, even tho heâll never admit that! X3
4.) The fact that heâs saved the camp more times then Space Kid can count!! XD The boy literally states that he hates the place!! Heâs tried to get rid of it, or run away!! But obviously failed each time! Tho the one time he doesnât do anything, the camp gets sold!! But yet, all he wants is to save it!! He saved the camp!! If it wasnât for him, it wouldnât still be up and running!! Gosh heâs grown so much, and it shows!! The campâs basically became his home! We all know thereâs something with his parents, so I always wonder if he ever were to escape, where would he go? We all know if he had the choice, heâd never go back to his original home. So where? I think now, more then anything, heâd definitely call the camp, home. JUST ADOPT HIM ALREADY, DAVID!!
5.) THE FACT THAT HE LOVES DOGS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER ABOUT HIM! XD AHHH I LOVEEEE!!! If you put him in front of a screen, playing dog videos, heâd most likely spend hours on end watching them!! XD We found one way to occupy him! XD Someone needs to get this boy a dog, stat! XD
Neil:
1.) Neil is a crazy sciencist and I love it! XD This boy does some crazy things!! Heâs only what? 10?! For someone to be that age, and be that smart!! Itâs crazy!! And I love that about him!! The poor boy just wanted his Science Camp! XD Iâm glad heâs at Camp Campbell tho! Definitely wouldnât be the same without him! XD
2.) The way he reacts when talking to someone he likes, is precious!! XD Heâs a stuttering mess, and I couldnât ask for more!! Not gonna lie, I really did like him and Erin!! X3
3.) HIS NOODLE ARMS!! XD ITâS GREAT!!!! Just, YES! XDđ
4.) This may sound werid, but the fact that heâs shy to use the bathroom when others are nearby, etc. is precious! XD Plus, I can relate! I mean, who couldnât tho? XD
5.) Sometimes, heâs the sane one of the group, and sometimes he just really isnât. And thatâs okay! XD I love the fact that he tends to have his own crazy moments! He may be logical at one point, and then the next, heâs trying to steal Space Kids blood for an experiment! XD Poor Space Kid!
I justâ I canât! đ€Ł
Nikki:
1.) I love how hyper she is, to the point sheâd probably have to be kept on a leash of some sort! XD I wouldnât be surprised if that already happened off screen, or soon will in an ep! She just has so much energy!! XD Idk where she gets it from, but itâs impressive!
2.) Her love for her friends is very admirable!! Like for instance, even tho she felt hurt by Max teaming with another group, she was still happy that he âfound someone that makes him smileâ, even if that wasnât exactly the case! XD In my opinion, I think sheâs the bow holding that trio together!! One more thing, âYou know what else I love about Christmas? You guys.â X3 I love her so much!
3.) I love the fact that she hangs out with everyone!! Not just her trio, but she hangs out with all the other campers!! As weâve seen in New Adventure!! Not only that group, but sheâs hung around Harrison, being fascinated by his magic!! Sheâs just so out there, and itâs such a good thing to see!
4.) Sheâs pretty innocent, unlike the others! XD Weâve seen this many times! XD I love the scene with David tho!! XD âDid you...â snickers, âhold hands?â XD Sheâs so precious!! XD
5.) I love how dominant and tomboyish she is! XD Iâm so happy she isnât anything like the other girls from the other camp!! Sheâs herself, and not trying to impress anyone, or fit in!! She also knows how to stand her ground, she doesnât need anyone to rescue her from her problems! XD She can handle them. Well, sometimes anyway! XD
Maxâs face makes me melt! X,3
Preston:
1.) The fact that heâs a theater kid, is amazing! XD Bless the creators for creating him and adding him to that camp!! Granted, not all theater kids are the same, not as overdramatic as he can be, but most of us can relate to him! XD I hope that we have more episodes with him and his plays!! Hopefully theyâre able to reference to some more popular musicals!!! XD Thatâd be so cool to see!!!! Heâs already referred to The Phantom Of The Opera, and Les Miserables!!
2.) I love how overdramatic he can be! XD Also, his shouting tho!!!!! I kinda wonder if he does that becuz heâs so use to yelling at his grandma so she can hear him? I still find it funny how he tends to randomly do it at times! XD
3.) All he wants is for people to enjoy his shows! XD Sadly, not everyone tends to pay attention, and when they do, they arenât even sure on whatâs going on. Tbh tho, some plays/musicals are really confusing, or make no sense! XD I hope one day heâs able to achieve his dreams, and make it to broadway!
4.) I love how presistant and determined he is to entertain others!! Especially in the season 4 episode! He was trying so hard for the campers! He wanted to keep up the laughter and smiles! Deep down, all he wants is for others to appreciate his work, like many of us, so he tries to be satisfied with that one thing, tho we see it was getting tough. He wanted them to appreciate all his work, not just one joke he made. All of it. Heâs put so much work into the others, and he wants that acknowledgement! Itâs understandable by many of us! When you work so hard on something, but it doesnât get that acknowledge, yet that other project that you didnât even try on, got it! Itâs nice to know that project got it, but it makes the progress you made, feel like it wasnât worth it, or feel like it wasnât progress at all. Okay, maybe I should get back on track! XD The point is, thatâs most likely how heâs feeling! This just makes his character more understandable. (Maybe I just look too deep into things? XD)
5.) All in all, heâs a pretty funny character!! I just really enjoy seeing him on screen! I really hope we get more of him in future episodes!
Nerris:
1.) I love loveeee LOVEEE her design!! Like, the first moment I met her, I just fell in love with her character design!!!! Her hair style is incredible, especially on her!! She has plastic adorable elf ears!! X3 FRECKLESSSSS!!! JUST FRECKLESSS!!!!! Her skin color just makes her blue eyes pop (especially in fanart)!! Sheâs so so pretty!! Not to mention her outfit is precious! X3
2.) Her lisp that she gets from her braces is so so dang cute!!!! XD Ahh I love it!! I love it so much!! Sheâs just so adorable!
3.) She can be feisty and I really enjoy that! XD Poor Harrison always being the one she picks on tho! We all know why tho! X3
4.) I just love the fact that she tends to spit out random facts and references to larping, even tho I never exactly understand anything! XD Her imagination is great! Not that all the othersâ isnât ether! XD
5.) Sheâs such a fun character! I would love it if we could have more of her!! And even if she can be a tad rude at times, she can be just as kind and caring, like with Ered!!! Gosh I hope we get more of her!!! XD
And finally,
Harrison:
1.) Heâs an awkward dork, and I love him! XD I love how one minute he can be totally confident in what heâs doing, and the next be completely awkward!! I think most of the time, Nerris is the reason for his akwardness, even tho he can sometimes fight back! XD
2.) The fact that his magic is actually real, is something I wasnât expecting, but I loved! XD Itâs crazy!! Itâs also sad for many reasons!! This poor boy is seriously going through a lot mentally, and not to forget, physically! Someone plz help him?!
3.) Heâs so interesting!!!!! I want more of him!!! A lot more!! Thereâs so many interesting things to learn about him, and those few episodes that focused on him only led to tons more questions!! GAHHHH I REALLY HOPE WE GET MORE!! XD
4.) Like Nerris, though not as loved, his outfit is pretty cute! X3 I especially love his little top hat and gloves!! Those are nice touches!
5.) At first, I didnât really care for the way his voice sounded. It seemed at first that the VA wasnât doing a good job. Though I have to admit, itâs totally grown on me, and Iâve grown to love it as the episodes progressed!! I learned that it wasnât the VA at all, but how the character was! It really fits Harrison!
Thanks for the ask!! XD This was fun!!
Sorry it took me a while to finish tho!!!
One main thing though, WE NEED A PREFORMING TRIO EPISODE! AT LEAST ONE?!!!!! đ Gosh I want it so bad!
#long post! XD#camp camp#cc main trio#cc trouble trio#cc max#cc neil#cc nikki#cc preforming trio#cc preston#cc nerris#cc harrison
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a peralta guarantee
âI promise Iâll come home safe, Ames. Thatâs a Peralta Guarantee.â
(missing scenes from 7x08 - amy worrying about jake)
hUge thanks to johanna for inspiring this fic and helping when i had a lil breakdown halfway through
When he approaches her desk mid-afternoon with a decaf coffee and the white chocolate chip cookies sheâs been craving from the bakery across town, she knows heâs either a) broken something, b) wants something or c) has bad news. She narrows her eyes suspiciously, detecting an excited bounce in his step which can only mean itâs b and c; he wants something sheâs not going to like.
âHey, babe,â he tries to play it cool, clearing a butt-sized space on her desk on which to sit. âI come bearing gifts.â
âWhat do you want, Peralta?â She cuts to the chase.
âDamn it, you know me too well,â he mutters. âOK, so, hereâs the thing: Doug Judyâs gettinâ married. He invited me to his Bachelor Party this weekend and I know heâs a criminal, Ames, but I really wanna go. Like, so bad. Would you be cool with that?â
She conjures up a mental pro and con list. On one hand, Doug Judy is The Pontiac Bandit, known felon, committer of God knows how many crimes, an overall bad dude. On the other, heâs Jakeâs friend, singer of the smush songs CD in the glove box of their car that they always forget to take out, giver of the Le Creuset pot she adores. Heâs always been nice to her andâ.
âSarge?â Gary interrupts her decision-making process with a quick question about a perp he just brought in, snapping her back to reality. Sheâs a Police Sergeant, her job is to serve and protect the city they call home and as much as she loves cooking her momâs beef casserole recipe in Judyâs awesome wedding gift, she has a responsibility to bring him in.
âIâm sorry, babe. I just think itâs a bad idea.â
His face falls, his disappointment coming through loud and clear.
âWhat were you expecting me to say? Ignore the million arrest warrants out on this guy, many of them submitted by you, so you can drink beer and go to strip clubs?â
âYouâre right,â he sighs. âYouâre obviously right. Man, being good at your job sucks.â
She nods in agreement. âRemember last month when I had to shut that binder store down for running a secret drug dealing operation out back?â
âHow could I forget? You cried for three days straight.â
âThey had the best binder collection Iâve ever seen!â
(It was actually what was so fishy about it. In four trips to buy pregnancy binders, she hadnât seen any of the founding members of the Brooklyn Binder Babes blog â Mary Sue, Catherine, Margaret or Jane â once. And thereâs no way a stationery start-up would attract such long queues without their recommendation. It was a pretty easy solve from there).
âThe point is, you canât go to a criminalâs Bachelor Party.â She pats his hand. âYouâll just have to come maternity clothes shopping with me instead. None of my jeans fit me anymore.â
âAs much as I would love to, you can take Kylie. Iâm going to the party.â
âWhat?â She double-takes. âJake, did you not listen to what I literally just said? Weâre cops. We cannot be friends with criminals.â
âBut we can be friends with informants who have helped us catch numerous, even bigger, more dangerous criminals,â he says with that look on his face, the one he gets when he finds a loophole that he can use to his advantage. She recognises it from home videos Karen has shown her where, instead of tidying his room like she asked him to, seven year old Jake shoves everything under his bed and carries on enacting a police chase with his race cars. âCaptain Holt has given him immunity before, so technically I should be able to go party it up with him in Miami!â
âWait... Itâs in Miami? Miami... Florida?â
Itâs a stupid question, she knows. Of course he means Miami, Florida. Itâs just... they both promised on the flight home that they would never, ever go back there. After everything that happened with Figgis and not knowing if theyâd ever see each other again, a statewide travel ban seemed a good way to put it all behind them, focus on all their future moments together, not on all the moments they missed.
âThis isnât like last time,â he reassures her. âItâs only for a weekend and then Iâll be coming straight home for snuggles with you and â,â he lowers his voice to a whisper because they havenât told anyone sheâs pregnant yet, âthe baby.â
Her eyes fill with tears and she bites her lip so hard to stop them overflowing in front of all her uniformed officers. Itâs pretty clear that he wants to go and she never wants to be one of them wives who control their husbandsâ every move. All she wants is for him to be happy. And if going to Doug Judyâs Bachelor Party makes him happy, he should go, no matter how much she hates the entire state of Florida. She agrees, on one condition: âYou have to text me hourly updates to let me know that youâre still alive.â
âDonât I text you constantly anyway?â
âI guess so,â she sniffs.
He lifts her chin so sheâs looking him in the eyes. âI promise Iâll come home safe, Ames. Thatâs a Peralta guarantee.â
âYou better,â she warns, tears suddenly flowing down her face at the thought of him not coming home, not being there to watch Property Brothers with her, not raising their baby and proving to everyone what a great dad he will be.
Used to her extra strength pregnancy hormones shifting her emotions from 0 to 100 faster than John McClane can say âYippie-Ki-Yay, motherfuckerâ, he pulls her into a tight hug, careful not to crush the precious cargo that is behind said mood swings.
He strokes her hair and whispers that heâll be home before she knows it and that nothing, not even the worst state in the country, will tear him away from her.
When itâs time for him to leave, she follows him out to the street and, after a brief argument over the fact he packed his bag before he OKâed the trip with her and another hormone-induced cry when his cab shows up, reluctantly waves goodbye.
True to his word, he texts her before the car is even out of sight. Miss you already đ.
--
Her phone buzzes periodically throughout the rest of the day.
In a meeting with Holt and Terry: flying on mark cubanâs dope ass private plane!!!!! âïž
Cooking dinner: florida is HOT (not as hot as u babe, dont worry)
Doing her crossword in bed: gânight ames, gânight baby, love u both SO MUCH
She smiles, tells him she loves him too and braces herself for the barrage of drunk texts and selfies coming her way.
--
Sleeping without him sucks. The bed is cold, her pregnancy pillow is not as good of a cuddle buddy and she tosses and turns all night worrying about him, where he is, what heâs doing, whether heâs safe.
Her eyes finally slip shut around 1 am when her phone buzzes. Again. And again. And again.
She tries to ignore him, bury her head under her pillow and go back to sleep, but the messages keep coming thick and fast. She groans, giving up and unlocking her phone.
There are 47 new messages from him.
Forty-seven.
Her initial annoyance at being woken up quickly disappears as she scrolls through the thread. Heâs mostly sent her random, meaningless emojis and keysmashes, interspersed with the odd âI love youâ, âyouâre my best friendâ and âIâm thinking about youâ that warm her heart. He mentions something about their proposal, about crying with Doug Judy, which obviously makes her cry too.
(Dumb pregnancy hormones).
By the time she reaches the bottom, heâs sent her 10 more.
She decides for her sake â and the sake of all of her officers who would have to deal with a tired, emotional pregnant lady â to turn off her phone and reply to him in the morning.
She returns her phone to her nightstand, settles back into a comfortable position and closes her eyes.
She lies motionless for what feels like hours, unable to fall asleep. She tries the breathing technique her brother David brags about constantly, counting sheep like little Matthew, even reciting police codes like Teddy used to go to sleep after sex. Nothing works. Sheâs still awake.
She turns her phone back on to see what Jakeâs up to now, only to see his messages ended abruptly with a caterpillar emoji over an hour ago. Â
She immediately panics, dialling 911 into her phone.
Her thumb hovers over the green call button.
Sheâs heard thousands of crazy operator call stories, frequently reminded the general population to only call in a genuine emergency and watched the YouTube compilations for fun. She deletes the number, positive that if she told an operator her husband was missing because she hadnât heard from him while heâs at a Bachelor Party, sheâs positive she would be added to those videos.
In an attempt to stop her spiral, she contemplates the possible scenarios in which his constant texts would cease.
Scenario 1: Heâs living in the moment and has put his phone away (something she has been encouraging him to do lately to reduce his screen time)
Scenario 2: Heâs very drunk and has completely forgotten about his promise
Scenario 3: He used up all his battery texting her and his phone has died
Scenario 4: Heâs fallen asleep (although a quick check of Trudy Judyâs insta reveals the party is very much still in full flow)
Scenario 5: Judyâs criminal buddies have killed him and thrown his body into the ocean
Once the thought pops into her head, no amount of squeezing her eyes shut will make the image go away.
Holt giving an emotional eulogy about wearing ties and being an amazing detective/genius. Â
Some rookie taking over his desk. Â
The sympathetic looks when she tells all the other moms in baby group that her husband died. Â
Usually Jake is there to hold her when her nightmares get bad. She rolls over, expecting to see his kind eyes and soft smile, the untouched side of his bed only serving to make her cry harder.
She canât lose him. Not yet. Not until theyâre old and grey, and maybe not even then. She spent so long denying her feelings for her dorky partner, rueing every missed opportunity to be together, and when they finally, finally took the plunge, she had never been happier. She canât lose him yet. They have so much more life left to live.
She canât lose him because he promised her he would come home safe. He guaranteed it.
She clings onto the tiny grain of hope like one might cling onto a raft in the middle of the ocean.
He would never break a Peralta guarantee.
--
Her phone finally buzzes again an hour later.
From: Unknown
Ames, itâs me, Jake. Judyâs buddies found out Iâm a cop + destroyed my phone. So sorry I couldnât text before. Hope you didnât worry too much, although I know you probably havenât slept. You can stop worrying now. Iâm safe. Love you + see you tomorrow. Â
Love you too, she responds, yawning as she places the phone back on the side table.
Relieved that heâs OK, and exhausted from all the worrying, she falls into the easiest sleep sheâs ever had.
--
Before she knows it, itâs the next afternoon, Jakeâs keys are turning in the lock, heâs dropping his holdall on the floor and rushing to her side to kiss her all over her face.
âI missed you too,â she laughs, kissing him properly.
âSorry it took so long â Doug and Trudy made me fly commercial â.â
âDonât worry about it. Youâre home now. Thatâs all that matters.â
âIâm never leaving you two again,â he swears.
âYouâll have to leave us eventually to go to the bathroom and stuff,â she points out, raking her fingers through the unruly curls that she so hopes their baby will inherit. âJust donât go back there.â
A solemn understanding passes over his face and he nods. âNever again. Not even if our kid wants to go to Disney World. Weâll take them to the California one instead.â
âSmort,â she says, stealing his line and in an instant, that familiar grin is back.
âI love you.â
âI love you too.â
A dozen memories flood back, of oldies in short shorts and shuffleboard and Doug Judy getting away again. Of noice and smort and saying âI love youâ for the very first time. Her eyes fill with tears â dumb pregnancy hormones strike again â as she buries her face in his shoulder.
âLetâs go to bed,â he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and lifting her bridal style to carry her to their room. He places her carefully onto the mattress and flops down next to her.
She snuggles into him, eyes closing once more. âDid we even get an invite to the wedding?â
âNot even close,â he sighs.
âDamn it. I wouldâve loved to see that trainwreck.â
âYou and me both, babe. You and me both.â
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V3 Boys + Cat Cafe
The V3 boys going to a cat Cafe with S/o!
Hi this is incredibly blessed??? Iâm so happy I started an imagines blog because I get hit with such happy inspiration like this, this is completely adorable I canât even lie.
I have two kitties!!! kitties are greaaaat!!! Iâm sorry dog ppl fight me (please donât Iâm joking and my bones are like twigs,,,)
-Mod Shuichi
Kiibo
When you had been wanting to show Kiibo what an: âCat Cafeâ he was horrified, how could they serve kittens as food at certain cafes?
When he went inside, then he saw the small little kittens all in different colored varieties staring back at him he held back a robotic scream, especially when you were brought out into another room with even more cats waiting inside, you had immediately begun to coo the cats towards you.
He sat silently by himself, how did such a system work? Perhaps heâs just overreacting? He must be, a few cats stroll over towards him and purr as they rub themselves across his leg! Ah, they must be asking for affection yes?
He strokes the kittenâs head, their fur is soft... quite soft, they let out another mewl of appreciation that just tugs at his heartstrings.
â... S/O...? Can... Can we adopt a cat? Or come here more often, forgive me for the sudden request...â He picks the cat up, as carefully as he can. â... I... I-I think Iâve fallen in love... waaah....â
As soon as you leave, the two of you immediately go to buy a kitten despite how much: âresponsibilityâ you keep telling him it will be.
Only reason you allow it? Kiibo let you name the lilâ guy âKi-booâ, he canât even bring Ki-boo to the professorâs lab, so you just got yourself a cat for your boyfriend to pet whenever he comes over.
This isnât fair trade!
It really isnât.
But... Kiiboâs happy? Yeah, no this still isnât fair.
Shuichi Saihara
You had brought him towards the Cat Cafe since he was getting bags under his eyes again, he told you he was fine, but you kept telling him this was a one-time thing that you were just trying it out!
So he agreed reluncantly, when you had gone inside the establishment Shuichi took a clear look around the place rather surprised, the only sound being the quiet purring of kittens from afar.
When you finally sat down, not much cats actually came to him, you noted this.
You had a plan, the perfect diabolical one that could stop this problem within seconds, why faster than that.
Any cats that came to you? Just silently pushed towards Shuichi, he noticed, then even then he didnât know what to do about the cats that were moving in towards him...
Does... he pet them? Yeah thatâs right heâs supposed to pet them, but heâs worried he might press a little too hard against the catâs delicate form, so... he strokes the kitten who leans in for the affection.
... So... So... cuuuute...
You see Shuichi flinch blushing the hardest he ever has as... he hesitatingly strokes them again, even meeker than the first time he stroked the cat.
Shuichi smiles go himself as he continues to give all the adoration he can to the cat who walked his way. âUm... I-Iâm Shuichi... hey there.â
Youâve never felt happier for his sake.
Ryoma Hoshi
This? This is his hometown, his utopia, his paradise, if he had his own personal heaven? Itâd be a Cat Cafe filled with Russian Blues, how could you possibly not come with him to a Cat Cafe when it always made him so happy?
Ryoma had asked you to come alongside him to some place that he frequents, considering youâd never saw the place, ever since you walked inside he laughed and smiled, even if they seemed like small little actions to other people...
It meant the world to you.
Well you think heâs happy, especially with the tiny reserved smile on his face as the cats pool towards him, trying to give enough love to any cat that walks by.
Why are they all going towards him? Is he some Cat God, câmon save some for the rest of us!
âItâs alright... mâ not gunnaâ hurt yaâ, just continue to be carefree rightâ...? Do whatever, be free.â
â... Hey. S/O do yaâ want in on some of the affection? Câmere, all of emâ donât scratch.
You take out your phone, rushing towards the scene, he blinks at you at first slightly boggled about what your about to do.
What he doesnât realize is how precious the sight of Ryoma Hoshi smiling within a puddle of cats who are nuzzling up against him for love, the affection he is giving him truly is.
This? This is your wallpaper now, you arenât ever going to change it ever.
Kaito Momota
âWoah? Thereâs a cafe where cats are just... lying around in the open? Well color me surprised! I had no clue!â
âYes. Yes Kaito, we are literally sitting inside that cafe.â You motion towards the kitten sitting on the top of his lap. âHow did you not notice until now?â
You had invited Kaito to come with you to a drive to a âCat Cafeâ, he said yes so you assumed he knew what it was, why he hadnât even said a thing about the cafe being directed towards cats walking around until he laughed about how the owner liked keeping their pets around.
It took him a minute to put two and two together with a loud, âoooooohâ as he stared about at all the catâs lying around.
You had to explain what a Cat Cafe was to him, the process was undeniably longer than you had hoped, but he understood.
And since he understood? He started to ruffle any cat who came nearby him, giving them little nicknames based off how they looked.
He picks up a white cat who purrs not even bothering to fight back. âThis is Milkyway.â
He points in the distance to a black cat hissing at the two of you. âThatâs Meteor!â
âKaito you know we might not even come back here again right? How much cats have you just named?â
â... Twenty! Nâ mâ looking forward to naminâ ten more-! Thatâs shooting star!â Huh, your pretty sure these little guys already have names, but this is fine. Kaitoâs happy, who does it hurt?
Rantaro Amami
Rantaro Amami knows a lot of things.
Heâs seen through a lot of things.
But most importantly heâs willing to try out a lot of things!
Heâs never been to a Cat Cafe, heâs extremely foreign to the concept of it but heâs willing to try it out when you ask if you want to join him.
Rantaroâs more of a dog-person but that doesnât mean he doesnât like cats, so when you went inside he was just adoring all of the felines with a serene expression...
Other than that? He doesnât really have a reaction, just letting out some comments about how this place is just âso adorableâ.
âWow S/O isnât this just purr-fect?â He end it off with a little chuckle, pushing back down into his seat satisfied with his own joke. âMhm, Iâm feline just fine.â
âRantaro donât you start doing puns on me. I trusted you.â
âWhat? Iâm just telling you how meow-velous I feel about the fact you brought me here with you.â Rantaro gives you that charming smile, yet you canât help but to groan as you sink down towards the floor.
Gonta Gokuhara
âGonta thinks insects are better!â
âI know Gonta.â
âDo you think there might be a cafe with insects inside of it instead of other animal? Gonta sure hopes so!â
You cringe at the very thought of that continuing to lead him towards the Cat Cafe, he of course had no regrets in following you towards a place such as this!
Gontaâs a dog-person, he WAS raised by wolves but cat friends are friends too they are kind friends do you not startle them!
During the stay at the cafe somehow all the cats are hoarding Gonta to themselves, purring joyously as they muzzle against your boyfriend... Gonta looks excited too.
âOh? Whatâs that? You donât want Gonta to leave? Itâs okay! Gonta wonât leave anytime soon, itâs a gentlemenâs oath!â
Those cats are stealing your man from you.
You crawl forward before nuzzling up against him earning a confused: âhmâ from Gonta, you need your attention too! You arenât going to lose some cats!
âWhat are you doing S/O? You arenât making enough space for other kitten-friends...â ... You lost to some cats, this is the Ultimate Betrayal....
Kokichi Ouma
Kokichi? He heartily agreed with going to you towards the Cat Cafe without so much as a fuss, it was suspicious to you, very very suspicious but you kept to yourself.
Especially with that stupid smirk wide across his features, it was just begging to get some questions out of you.
Yet you held off.
At the start? It didnât seem so bad, Kokichi was just telling the cats to come near him, with little hand gestures. Promising he didnât mean any bad by it!
But the cats mostly hissed at him, he pouted to himself, the only way he could get any contact was to go towards the cats that had surrounded you.
His movements were quite precise when he got a cat in his hold, he touched them slightly roughly but other than that he did nothing!
That is until it was nearing the time you finally left the establishment, he took out a black garbage bag.
âWhat are you doing?â
âIâm going to cat-nap every feline I see so I can adopt them all into my evil organization? Isnât that obvious S/O?â He places the cat in his hands into the garbage bag before running towards more of his prey, cackling!
âKOKICHI NO!!!â
Korekiyo Shinguuji
Humanity is magnificent for coming up with such genius ideas such as this arenât they?
Korekiyoâs already done research on what a cat cafe is of course he has he knows everything and anything, but heâs never gone inside of one so this would be a new expierence for him.
It wasnât as if he was entranced by simple creatures either, of course he knew folklores upon such creatures, as the bakeneko and nekomata which are stories for another day.
His reaction at first was nothing but silence as he followed along by your side, he looked at some of the cats, observed, thatâs all.
â... Korekiiiiiyo.â You held up a black beauty of a feline infront of your boyfriend. âCâmon pet it, itâs begging for attentiiiiiooon?â
âOh yes, this reminds of of a myth I heard, did you know that itâs myth that black cats are a sign of bad luck? Of course itâs only myth.â He strokes the kitten lightly at the top of itâs head
âLess talking more petting! This kittyâs so touched-starved see?â
âThen why donât you pet it?â
â... Cuzâ you gottaâ, just gotta man.â He continued to strike the feline you gave him a genuine smile, this was a happy moment shared between the both of you, a new one at that.
There was so much more to come after this, of course.
#mod shuichi#mod shumai#ndrv3 imagines#ndrv3 x reader#kiibo#shuichi saihara#kaito momota#kokichi ouma#rantaro amami#ryoma hoshi#gonta gokuhara#korekiyo shinguuji
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wow, anika gets the bed? whereâs shivaay? still on the floor?Â
oh guess he took the sofa tonight.Â
THANK GOD SHE DOESNâT SLEEP WITH DUPATTA ON. I REMEMBER HER DOING THAT A FEW TIMES IN THE OU.Â
... these days whose first instinct isnât to just take their phone and call the person??? no one goes anywhere without their phone.
of course heâs in the kitchen.Â
... uh shivaay? u ok bro? whatcha got going on there buddy?Â
ok none of the dishes he prepared seem to be sweet. why are there 4 million boxes of dark brown sugar here then????Â
huh??? thatâs not what âorganicâ means???/ and how would he know if itâs been touched by anyone???Â
ok firstly he has a friend whoâs not a brother????? how???? secondly, ohhhh boyyy, mohit is his best friend and heâs gonna fuck him over goooooood. just like daksh did in the OU. oh shivaay, why canât you pick better friends????
aw man he looks so happy. this poor boy. Â
âek baar kisi ne uske khaane mein kuch milaa diya tha... aur woh marr gaya tha.âÂ
LMAO WHAT????!?!?!!??????????? AND WHY ARE YOU SAYING THAT SO CASUALLY???????????Â
âphir woh waapas aa gaya.â
all hail the immortal mohit. iâm already super intrigued by him.Â
mohitâs a magician. like... LITERALLY.Â
oh apparently shivaayâs an oxford man in this universe. (as opposed to cambridge in the OU.)Â
also, mohit went to oxford and now is a magician???? what a waste of those tuition fees. (or does oxford offer courses in magic and thatâs what his degreeâs in???)Â
also yeah we definitely know how mohit is going to fuck up everything here. through his illusions and shit. they shouldnât have revealed this right at the get go.Â
ok this mohit/taj is definitely a weirdo with the whole sugar bs. aur ek TEJ kya kam tha, ki ab yeh TAJ bhi aa gaya jeena haraam karne?Â
also again, this brown sugar is ainvayi ka exposition, so that anika will have clues to link mohit to whatever fuckery goes down in the coming days.Â
shivaay seems verrrrrrry excited to introduce his âsirf dostâ to his best dost.Â
but i still donât get why heâs prepared like, 50 meals for him???????Â
ok idk what kinda high maintenance weirdass âfriendshipâ this is, that shivaay is redecorating a whole damn room for him. i barely manage to run the vacuum cleaner and dust around a little bit before my bff visits.Â
JUST TELL THE TRUTH SHIVAAY, MOHITâS AN EX BOYFRIEND ISNâT HE? LIKE, COME ON. HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE DOES THE FIRST SECOND HE WAKES UP OTHERWISE????Â
headcanon: mohit is in the redux what advay was in the OU. cute college roomie who shivaay experimented with.Â
GAURI IS ME. I AM GAURI.Â
âbest friend ka pata nahi, par ajeeb zaroor hain.âÂ
SEE????? GAURI IS ME.Â
lol i love how prinku sees aniri and instantly is like YES WHO AND WHAT ARE WE GOSSIPING ABOUT TODAY????Â
god how many fucking times has shivaay almost died in this universe????Â
also jaan toh khanna ne bhi bachaayi hai uski. koi usko kyun nahi maanta????? #RespectKhanna2k18
PRINKU CASUALLY HOLDING HANDS WITH GAURI AS THEY WALK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Â
DANG DUDES I THINK I SHIP RIKU????? PRINKUâS CERTAINLY MAKING MORE OF A MOVE THAN OMKARA HAS IN ALL THESE DAYS. #theOberoiThatDeservesRi
literalllllllllllllly die in a fire, dadi.Â
ok thank god at least for a few days this old battleax will calm the f down with the hate.Â
the fuck you mean khud fly karke aa raha hai???? like... LITERALLY? FLAPPING HIS OWN WINGS, AS OPPOSED TO IN AN AIRCRAFT?Â
idk man, in this show anythingâs possible. also heâs a magician so who the fuck knows??????????
uhhhhhh is it necessary to take the call out here in the storm than in the car where itâs quieter????Â
mohit sounds hella irresponsible if heâs on the phone while piloting a chopper.Â
yeah mohit donât give a fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk about the weather.Â
WHY ARE THESE MEN YELLING AT SHIVAAY???? LIKE, ISNâT THERE SOME AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL TOWER WHERE THEY CAN COMMUNICATE WITH MOHIT DIRECTLY AND NOT GIVE HIM CLEARANCE TO LAND?Â
lmao all of them yelling and waving this is just the dumbest fucking bullshit everrrrrrrrrrrr.Â
he landed just fine, you idiots.Â
aaaaaaaaaand the chopper just blew up. not that safe a landing i suppose.Â
for sure an âillusionâ by mohit.Â
itna toh shivaay anika ke liye bhi nahi chillaaya tha kal. more faraq here, definitely.Â
yup, there he is, striding out coolly. why would you even doubt otherwise? looks like i have more faith in mohit and his jadoo than you do, shivaay.Â
ohhhhhhhh boy. what a terrible hammy entry under the guise of swag.Â
lmao where did SHE appear from?Â
man, just... the amount of trauma this poor boy has undergone in the last 24 hours. yesterday this time, he was mid-fall from the 30th floor. and now this bullshit. everyone around him is wearing on his last damn nerve.Â
lol what is this ridiculous chammiya music thatâs the theme to mohit and his gal pal???????????Â
yeah this is how you already know that mohit is a fucking TERRIBLE friend, that he pranks his âbest friendâ with this kinda garbage, and is nonchalantly asking him âkya hua? darr gaya?âÂ
âtera jadoo kisi ki jaan lega ek din.â âkisi ki nahi, teri.âÂ
yeah, toxic friend alert. literally fuck off mohit. youâre cute and all but i donât like you.Â
also what on the nose foreshadowing. kuch toh fucking subtlety rakho????????Â
âzinda hoon main, CHOO KE DEKH LE.â
mohit, not in front of the wife!Â
oh yikes, her accent is terrible. why not just have her speak in english?Â
some friendship this is, he didnât even invite him to his wedding.
lmao ok shivaay also got married without telling him, so i suppose theyâre even in this case.Â
ahaa. mohit already knows.Â
man tej is a damn gossip. now we know where rudra gets his non-ability to keep a secret from.Â
yeah you two shady fuckers and your jadoo arenât fooling me oneeeeeeee bit.Â
ohohohohoooooo namaste and all. waah bhai, kya sanskaar hain.Â
literally 3 minutes into this and iâm already tired of mohit and his magic. god how am i going to tolerate this bs over the coming weeks???
god shivaay could you stop gushing over him like this????????// MAN HOW CAN YOU NOT TELL THAT HEâS SHADY AF????? YOU HAVE THE INSTINCTS OF SOMEONE BORN YESTERDAY.Â
god aadhe se zyaada episode toh in saalo ke entry par chala gaya.Â
now i suppose weâll have to see aniri gush over him?//Â
oh so shivaayâs perfectly fine introducing anika to his best friend as âbiwiâ huh?????Â
dang anika, iâve never seen you this excited in this universe ever.Â
is it this sari? i think itâs this sari. she gets very hyper whenever she wears it.Â
gauri is internally screaming DI CAN YOU CHILL PLZ YOUâRE COMING ACROSS AS SOÂ EMBARRASSINGÂ (same as me.)Â
mohit calling anika âso cuteâ is a big fucking mood.Â
when the fuck will shivaay appreciate????????Â
yeaaaaaaaah mohit. wait till you find out the real story. you should get a reallllllll kick outta it.Â
... is there a reason nancy had to be a foreigner? other than the fact that sheâs played by one?Â
âkuch zyaada hi ganda haiâ lmaooooooooooooo mohit you savage SHEâS TRYING YOU BITCH
oh goddddddddddd nancy you literally just walked in, can you settle down a little before you start interrogating people on their âlove storyâ???Â
...... so theyâre just avoiding that direct question and are having this conversation about mohitâs jadoo instead???Â
also shivaay is like pls no more jadoo today.Â
IS ANYTHING EVEN GONNA HAPPEN IN TODAYâS EP? AINVAYI MERA TIME WASTE KARE JAA RAHE HO TUM LOG. GIVE ME MORE PRIYANKA AND GAURI HOLDING HANDS IF YOU PPL HAVE NO PLOT TO SHOW ME.Â
god anika is being pushy and weird as fuck.Â
âgauri, psssst.âÂ
âsambhaalo apni behen ko.âÂ
lmao gauri is suchhhhhhhh a farmabardaar saali. instantly pulling anika up to her and glaring, on orders from jiju. #shivRi4ever
adorable girls!!!!!!!!!!!!
âhopefully YEH waala jhoomar na gayab kar de, warna bade papa bade naraaz ho jayenge.â
âkyun? unko jadoo pasand nahi?â
ânahi unhe jhoomar zyaada pasand hai.âÂ
man i loveeeeeee prinku.Â
god anika youâre such an idiotttttt. aur un dono ko bhi pagal bana rahi ho.Â
âab kabootar niklega!âÂ
lmaoooo iâd like to see shivaayâs reaction to that, after finding out he hates alllllllll animals.Â
why does nancy put up with this man????? he seems highly annoying.Â
shivaay is as sick of anikaâs bullshit as i am.Â
is dadi warming up a little to anika or just smirking at her being annoying (proving that sheâs wrong for her precious billuuuuuuu???)Â
god anika youâre literally the worst today.Â
great more 2 rs waala jadoo tomorrow ughhhhhhhh.Â
OK WHAT PLOT I WANTED FOR RIKARA, RIKU ARE EXECUTING INSTEAD. THATâS IT, I OFFICIALLY SHIP RIKU THIS UNIVERSE, SINCE THATâS WHAT THEYâRE GIVING ME.Â
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The Final Price (Chapter 7)
Chapter Summary: Vegetaâs gone, and Bulma is finding it impossible to cope with his death. In the midst of her sorrow, she finds hope when she begins to have strange dreams about him, and she realizes that there just might be a way to bring him back.
Entry for the @tpthvegebulmayhem, Week 4 (Part 1 of 4).
Prompt: The Glass Slipper
Chapter Warnings: Rated E - Profane language; Triggers: Mentions of depression and suicide; Torture; Slight sexual content.
All Chapters: Â 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10
Also on Ao3.
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Chapter 7: The Undying Bond
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Note: This is Part 1 of 4, for my Week 4 entry. I hope you like it!
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In her thirty years of existence, Bulma had, on several occasions, experienced what it was like to be sad.
She had gone through breakups, and she had lost friends. She had even, at one point, lost literally everything, and has had close friends and family members pass away.
Loss and death were not new to her.
However, the feelings of hopelessness, her conviction that things would never get better, the complete loss of her will to even get up every morning⊠those were new.
She had usually dealt with her sadness and frustrations by burying herself in her work or studies, by going out with friends or by taking short vacations.
She had tried so hard to do the same things this time around, but she just couldnât.
She could not keep her mind on her work, making stupid mistakes because of her wandering thoughts that made her lose her concentration.
She had thrown an epic tantrum when she failed to solve a simple equation that she previously could have done with only one eye half open and both hands tied behind her back.
She had filed for an indefinite leave of absence from work, after that frankly embarrassing meltdown.
Her parents were worried, confused as to why she had suddenly become so despondent and angry.
She didnât care.
She did not want to see anyone, did not want to talk to anybody.
Every step she took made her shake with agony.
Every bite of food felt like sand on her tongue.
She was smart enough to recognize the signs...
She had never before truly realized that there was a profound difference between being simply miserable, and being depressed.
She needed to be strong enough to fight itâŠ
But she did not want to.
Vegetaâs death had hit her hard, like nothing she had ever experienced before.
She loathed herself, for being useless, for being unable to save him, for ultimately not being able to do anything to keep him alive.
She was so utterly lost, so unspeakably dejected, and all she wanted to do was lock herself up in her room all day and sleep.
Yet all she saw, every time she closed her eyes, were gruesome images of his last moments⊠the ki beam that struck his heart, his shaky final breaths, the look of pride and acceptance in his eyes right before he faded from her arms.
All these horrible memories fill the backs of her eyelids, yet she preferred sleep to wakefulness, because in slumber, she found some relief.
Perhaps, if she slept, she could dream of him. Maybe she would have a vision of him, see him as he was in the afterlife.
Oh, how she wanted to join him.
But she could not, because he had asked her to stay safe.
âStay safe. My precious Blue MoonâŠâ
She could not, should not, kill herself, because she could not bear to disrespect his memory, his hard work and sacrifice, by failing him at this.
âMy BulmaâŠâ
She felt the tears sting her eyes, and she tried and failed to hold them back.
It had been three weeks.
She still could not get his voice out of her head.
She could still feel his hands on her body, his kisses upon her lips.
âMy BulmaâŠâ
She could still feel how cold his skin had felt as he began to fade into nothingness, how his lips had trembled beneath hers as he fought to keep his pain to himself, even as he wasted away.
He was gone.
Her Vegeta was gone.
And to her, it truly felt as if a part of her soul had died with him, as well.
Maybe, her soul really had been ripped apart.
After all, he was her soulmate. It made perfect sense for her very spirit to cry out and scream at his demise.
It wasnât fair.
How dare the world just ignorantly go on, when Vegeta was no longer in it.
At the moment, Bulma was staring numbly out her large bedroom windows and into the distance, her eyes hurting from the weak rays of sunlight that filtered in.
She was hunched in on herself in bed, her hair a matted disarray while her white shirt hung loosely around her frame.
Vegeta had hugged her, while she wore that shirt.
He had lain his head on her pillow as he wrapped his arms around her, an arrogant smirk on his face as he told her of how he was going to melt that shirt off her if she didnât immediately take it off.
The pillow he had laid his head on, was the same one he had placed under her hips, using it so he can tilt her up as he thrust into her more deeply. It was the one he had slept on after their last moments of passion, one night before he fought Frieza.
She had her arms wrapped around that pillow then, refusing to part with it in spite of the stains from her endless tears.
It was all she had left of him.
She had lost his amulet when she got kidnapped, and she never even managed to take a fucking picture with him.
A stained pillow case was all she had left.
It was so utterly unfair.
A soft knock came on her door, pulling her slightly from her lonely thoughts, and she looked on morosely as the knob turned.
Her motherâs small blond head peeked in, her normally jovial eyes brimming with concern while her small mouth was turned down in a sad frown.
âBulma, baby? May I come in?â
Bulma nodded, and Panchy walked in slowly, feet hesitantly padding across the floor.
She sat down on the edge of the large bed, while Bulma squinted at her, waiting for her to speak.
Panchy took a deep breath, before she resolutely turned to Bulma.
âBaby, you know I love you, right?â she said softly, reaching forward to stroke Bulmaâs thin hand that was clutching tightly at her pillow.
Bulma nodded.
Panchy stared at her, and Bulma watched helplessly as small tears began leaking out of Panchyâs eyes.
âYouâre my little girl. And I love you. So, wonât you tell me whatâs wrong?â the blond said, scooting closer to Bulma.
She started speaking again. âThat morning, when those three men brought you here⊠you were unconscious and so pale.â
Bulma didnât remember all the things that had happened after Vegeta had faded from her arms, but she did remember her screams that seemed to go on for hours, until darkness finally overtook her⊠and the next thing she knew, she was back at home. Â
âWhen I asked them where the fourth man was,â Panchy continued, âthey didnât say anything. And you⊠you never spoke to me either, Bulma.â
Panchy began sobbing as she looked at Bulma, watched her pale blue eyes look back at her blankly. âI want to help you, Bulma. Like you helped me when I was sick. I can feel⊠I can feel that your heart is sick too, but I donât know why. Please baby, let me help you.â
Bulma drew her brows together, not even realizing that the tears had started flowing from her eyes, as well.
âMom,â she said softly. âNo one⊠no one can help me. Itâs over.â
âNo! Donât say that, Bulma!â Panchy exclaimed, lunging at her and pulling her into her arms.
Panchy began to weep, soft, feminine sobs that broke Bulmaâs heart just a little bit more, and before she knew it, she had clung to her mother, bawling desperately into her chest as she heard her own voice begin to cry out.
âHeâs gone mom! Heâs gone! Vegetaâs gone!â Bulma kept wailing, pounding the mattress with her fists as the very words made her body ache physically.
âOh Bulma, do you mean he left, or-â
âHeâs dead!â Bulma screamed, and she realized then that it was the very first time that she had dared say the words out loud.
She had never had the courage to acknowledge his loss out loud, in a foolâs hope that if she didnât say it, maybe it could stop being true...
âHeâs dead! And I â I couldnât do anything, mom! I just sat there. Heâs gone!â she cried, slumping into her mother, seeking comfort from her motherâs loving hold.
But Bulma was trying to fool herself. She knew that her motherâs calming touch would never be enough.
She could only ever find her peace from a thick pair of powerful arms that would never hold her, ever again.
âOh baby, Iâm â Iâm so sorry!â Panchy whispered into her hair as she rained kisses on Bulmaâs head.
Her mother spoke to her as she cried, and Bulma heard her mother trying desperately to hush her, to soften the flow of her tears.
âI knew⊠I knew there was something there⊠but I never realized that he meant so much to you! I wondered why a random team of soldiers had gone to rescue you when you got kidnapped,â Panchy said softly. âOh Bulma, I am so sorry. I am so, so sorry.â
âI miss him, mom. I need him. I donât know how I could go on,â she sobbed, as she felt her mother push her down, gently lowering her so that she was laying flat on her bed.
Panchy sniffed as she pulled blankets around her, tucking her in before she lay beside Bulma as well, hugging her tight as they cried together.
âBulma, I am sure that it hurts. But you have to try to move on. He⊠he would have wanted you to be happy, donât you think?â
She nodded, sniffling loudly. âHe⊠he gave his life for me. He refused to save himself because he wanted me to⊠to stay safe.â
Bulma peered up at her mother. âHe⊠he called me, my Bulma. Do you⊠do you think he loved me, mom? Because I love him... I love him so much.â
Panchy burst into tears once again, pulling Bulma tight, laying her head close to her chest like she used to do when Bulma had been little, and upset over little things.
âYes baby. Iâm sure he did. It is impossible not to love you, my sweet little girl.â
Bulma sobbed against her mother until she was exhausted, and Panchy just patiently held her, offering her silent support as she soothed her motherly hands across Bulmaâs back.
It took a long time, but Bulma finally felt the stirrings of sleep begin to wash over her, and before she knew it, she was lost in slumber, away from the aches of the waking world, and into the sweet nothingness of the darkness of unconsciousness.
Yet⊠it was not darkness that greeted Bulma as she succumbed to sleep.
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She could still feel the dampness of her sweat as it dried slowly on her body.
She snuggled closer to Vegeta, laying her head close to his hard chest. She knew that the abnormal heat of his body should have been uncomfortable, but to her, it was like being in the gentle clouds of heaven, where nothing could harm her, and nothing could hurt her. It was just the two of them, nestled in each otherâs arms, luxuriating in the warmth of their hearts. Â
A small feather fell onto her nose, cutting off her tender musings. Â She tried to flick it off with her breaths, blowing out her mouth so that the air would push it off her face.
Vegeta had ripped one of her pillows apart while in the throes of passion. She absolutely did not mind.
She felt his chuckle as it rumbled across his chest, before she heard the soft snickers leave his lips.
She watched him lift a hand, and he quickly plucked the offending feather from her before he lowered his head to drop a small kiss on the tip of her nose.
âI am sorry for the pillow,â he said with a totally non-apologetic smirk. âI can fix it.â
âNah, itâs alright. Leave it for now,â she grinned back. She reached a hand up to trace the contours of his chest with the tips of her fingers, peeking up at him through her lashes. âI rather like the reminder that I was just so good in bed that you had to rip something up. Itâs so⊠feral.â
She laughed as she watched him blush at her teasing.
She expected him to get back at her with an arrogant rebuttal, but the hand that he placed on her cheek, along with the soft look that entered his normally-stern eyes, threw her for a loop.
âI will admit this much, Bulma,â he whispered, as if a part of him was hesitant to say the words. âBeing with you tonight was⊠different.â
âDifferent in a good way?â she asked, breathless at his solemn confession.
He nodded. âI have never⊠It has never been this way before. I nearly lost control.â
âMaybe it has just been too long?â she asked, hoping that it wasnât for that reason.
It had been so incredible for her, as well.
He shook his head, and she nearly sighed in relief.
âNo, it is not that⊠you are my most incredible experience,â he admitted.
She flushed happily, beaming brightly up at him. âThatâs great Vegeta, because⊠it was amazing for me, too.â
He smiled back.âDonât let it get to your head, woman.â
She laughed, huffing jokingly as she answered. âExcuse me? Youâre the one with the huge head!â
âOh, is that how it is going to be?â he growled, a playful smirk on his face as he turned, pouncing on her, hands crawling up and down her sides, making her squirm before her laughter began to ring around her bedroom.
âNo! No tickling!â she yelled, trying in vain to push away from his hands.
He started laughing as well, tickling her sides more vigorously. âI got you now, and I am not letting go!â
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She opened her eyes slowly as she woke, already feeling the tears welling up behind her lids.
She smiled bitterly as she recalled the last vestiges of her dream, her memory of happier times with Vegeta.
âBut you did let go, Vegeta. You let goâŠâ
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The next morning was too bright, too cheerful, and Bulma almost felt as if she wanted to vomit as she tried and failed to get up from her bed.
It was really pointless, getting up. Why should she even bother?
She was contemplating going back to sleep, when a bright flash of light suddenly appeared inside her bedroom, and she gaped as a male form with spiky, golden hair materialized before her.
A dozen flashbacks went through her mind as she screamed, tumbling carelessly from her bed as she bolted without thought towards the man who had appeared with his back to her, wearing a blue tank top and loose black pants.
âVegeta!â she screamed, heart pounding through her ribcage as she desperately tried to move towards himâŠ
Was he truly back?
The man turned, and the hopeful spark within her chest died as quickly as it had been lit, when she realized that the person standing before her was definitely not her dead lover.
It was Goku.
Indescribable rage filled her as he turned to look at her.
âWhat are you doing here?!â she roared, making him visibly recoil.
How dare he get her hopes up?
How dare he remind her of what she had lost?
âBulma, Iâm sorry,â Goku said, raising his hands up in a gesture of placation. âI just wanted to check up on you again. I didnât think you would be awake.â
Bulmaâs rage continued to simmer. âWhat do you mean, again?â
Goku winced. âI have been checking on you once every three days. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.â
She finally untangled herself from her sheets, rising up to stand and glaring lividly at Goku.
âLook at me! Do I look alright to you, Goku?â she yelled.
She knew her anger was unwarranted, but she was unable to stem the venom that flowed through her.
Goku appeared to deflate. âNo, you donât. You donât look alright at all. You look awful.â
She glared. âOh well, thank you, Goku! I-â
âYou look sick,â he said, brows furrowing. âYou are very thin. You look like you arenât eating.â
Bulma was taken aback as she noted Gokuâs hands clenching, and she watched his face slowly morph from a look of concern to one of irritation.
âYou ainât taking care of yourself, are ya?â he accused, and Bulma cringed under the accusation in his eyes. âBulma, why? You have to treat yourself better. You-â
âWhatâs the point?â she asked bitterly. âWhy should I?! Thereâs nothing left for me here. Heâs gone, so why should I even-â
âHe gave his life for you!â Goku said loudly, shocking her into silence.
She gaped at him, watching his aura flare angrily around him.
âOur Prince, our leader, who we waited thirty Earth years for, gave up on a chance to reestablish the Saiyan race because he couldnât bear to let you die. He gave up on his legacy,â Goku hissed, âbecause you meant more to him than me, Raditz and Nappa combined, more than the thirty years of waiting and plotting to rise and lead us again. And all you are doing in exchange for his sacrifice is letting yourself waste away. The least you can do is to respect his death by surviving.â
He turned away from her, angrily looking out her window, and she was struck by the visible similarities between Vegeta and his fellow Saiyan.
That straight and powerful stance, the strong arms and narrowed, determined eyes... Vegeta and Goku looked nothing alike, yet, standing here now, Bulma could fully appreciate the fact that these men truly were not ordinary humans, as their presence resonated with something unmistakably powerful, and she was awestruck by the display.
Goku sighed, powering down so his hair turned back to its usual dark, spiky look. He turned back to her, his face now softer and slightly contrite. âI am sorry for shouting, Bulma. But Vegeta was our Prince. Our ruler, even before his father died. The first Saiyan to ascend to Super Saiyan in a thousand ages. We all looked up to him.â
He walked towards her, taking her limp hands in his, a brotherly gesture that had Bulma near-tears as she sensed his sadness through his somber gaze.
âHe⊠he was my idol,â Goku said, swallowing audibly. âHe had been telling me that I had what it took to ascend, and I never wouldâa tried so hard if it werenât for him always telling me that I could. It⊠it hurts to know that he is really gone.â
âIt does. It really does hurt, Goku. I⊠Iâm sorry if Iâm like this⊠I just⊠I canât handle it,â she whispered, and she felt him steering her to sit on her bed, before he himself crouched before her, rocking back on his haunches as he watched her.
âYou have to try Bulma. He wouldnât wanna see you like this. And Iâm here because I want you to be safe, like he asked. So Iâm gonna try to look after you, alright?â he said. âI see why Vegeta liked you. Youâre a strong girl. If I remember right, back on the mountain those years ago, you were the toughest in your group. You have to be that tough girl, again.â
She smiled sadly at him. âI⊠I am going to try. I am going to really try, Goku.â
He smiled back. âYou should.â
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The visit from Goku shook Bulma, and she decided then that she had to at least make an effort to try to get things to go back to normal.
She knew it would be impossible, but she should at least try to attain a semblance of normalcy, if not for her, then for the people who loved her and were worried for her.
Also⊠for Vegeta.
Goku had been right. Vegeta wanted her to be safe, he wanted her to live her life, and she was going to try, for him.
She tried to fight back the urge to stay in bed all day. She took baths with her phone right beside her, so she can call her mother to fetch her from the bathroom if the shudders started up again, or if she felt the urge to either not get out at all or to just drown herself in the bathtub.
She asked Goku for his number â which he had to go back home for a second to retrieve from his wife, Chichi â so she can call him whenever she was feeling down.
It apparently helped, to have somebody around who could understand the pain of her loss.
Bulma opened up to Lazuli, her assistant, and the blond surprised Bulma by sharing that she, apparently, had gone through a dark period as well when her parents passed away, leaving her and her twin brother as homeless orphans.
She tried to offer some help, supplying Bulma with books that had helped her cope with her own loss, and though Bulma knew that the self-help books would not really offer her much peace of mind, she took them, grateful for the kinship that she now shared more keenly with Lazuli.
Bulma tried to look back at her memories with Vegeta more fondly, and as the weeks passed, she found herself slowly becoming more able to smile as she remembered his words and arrogant smiles.
She could remember their small conversations, his nitpicking at her messy lab and office. She smiled as she sat in her office, chewing thoughtfully at some pineapple, remembering his face as he sniffed in disdain at how lazy humans were for slicing their fruit into bite-sized bits.
There was, however, one thing that helped keep her happier, that began after she cried her eyes out after coming clean to her mother⊠after she finally acknowledged out loud, that Vegeta was gone.
She had begun to dream of him.
The dreams were happy dreams, full of memories of their few days together, and sometimes of random encounters that she knew had never happened, and had regarded as simple figments of her imagination.
She thought of them more as alternate universe versions of a life with Vegeta.
She had once dreamed of them flying off to South City to fight villainous androids, where one of them looked uncannily like Lazuli.
She also once dreamed of watching him talking to a group of men who stood in neat lines before a large red mountain, and she realized that two of the men looked suspiciously like Raditz and Nappa.
Just that morning, she had woken up from a dream where they had met on a distant planet, where he had terrified her as they both competed in a search for what she had, in her dream, called Dragon Balls, wish-granting orbs that resembled the enchanted ball that had brought Vegeta into her life.
She dreamed of him every night, and she knew that she was bordering now on an insane obsession, but she reasoned that, it was still better than not seeing him at all, and just letting herself die alone in her room.
At least, with the dreams, she could be with him.
At least, in her dreams, Vegeta was alive.
After she finished her snack, she shook herself free of her thoughts as she stood, moving into the large laboratory that was adjacent to her office.
She sorted through her things until she finally found her ongoing project, a power core for a deep space machine that was inspired by her dream about meeting Vegeta on a distant planet.
In the dream, she had reached the strange green planet using a sophisticated ship that could enter into a form of hyperdrive, bypassing Earth physics and running at speeds faster than the speed of light.
She was trying to figure out if it would, in reality, be possible to engineer such a vehicle.
Bulma had been reading up on the possibilities of deep space exploration and the power sources that could potentially take the people of Earth into farther corners of the universe, but the answer constantly evaded her.
She was about to turn her attention to another project when she remembered a discussion that she had with Vegeta , just a few days after she and her family had returned to Capsule Corp.
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âSo this is what your family does for a living,â he remarked, looking around her lab, peeking through the various machines and smaller components that littered her workspace to look at her from behind her cluttered work table.
âYep! We are engineers! Well, my father and I are. We are inventors; scientists, actually. And this is my home!â she crowed, gesturing grandly at the mess of parts before her.
âAnd what, exactly, are you working on here?â
âWell,â she began, lifting an energy source from her table, showing him the glowing liquid inside the large fiberglass capsule. âI am trying to make a compound that could function as an alternate energy source so we donât have to be so dependent on gasoline. I know that there are several other methods now, but this one,â she shook it, âcould potentially be powerful enough to send us to the moon with only a liter of it needed.â
âImpressive,â he agreed, studying the mixture. âSo it is a highly-concentrated energy source that could potentially power your vehicles into farther distances, with far less quantity.â
âYes!â she said, beaming with pride.
He frowned slightly. âDid you take into consideration though, how a compound like that could potentially drain other components of your ships? It would not be enough fluid to sustain the other functions that you would need for a habitable vehicle.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âIt would cause a chain reaction of sorts within your ship,â he explained. âThe other motors will be needing to work at an equivalently higher rate of efficiency for that compound to be able to sustain all of the functions.â
She chewed her thumb nail thoughtfully. âSo youâre saying that if I use this energy source, I need to adjust all other functions on the ship.â
He nodded. âBut I am sure you already knew that. What you could consider is this: is your planetâs current technology ready for a machine that could accurately utilize this compound?â
She looked at him, impressed. She had no idea that he even had an interest in mechanical processes and electronics. âYou make a good point. However, are you saying that this experiment is not practical, then?â
âI believe it would be ambitious to use this experimental fluid on a large machine, such as a space ship,â he clarified. âPerhaps, you would do well to try testing it on a smaller gadget, to test how far the energy can go, so you can more easily make the necessary calculations as you proceed to larger undertakings.â
She smiled at him then. âWhy Vegeta, that is brilliant! Any suggestions on what I could use it on?â
Vegeta smirked. âHow about one of those phones that you use to communicate? The ones that you keep charging all the time? Or perhaps, something practical, like a blaster gun?â
Bulma stood from her chair, excited. âVegeta, thatâs a great idea!â she exclaimed, picking up the green capsule. âIâm going to start a different experiment right now!â
She moved around the table, and when she reached him, she leaned up, leaving a light kiss on his cheek.
She immediately noticed the dark blush that stole over his cheeks, before he covered up his embarrassment with a scowl.
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Bulma went to the back of her office, opening a small drawer hidden behind her filing cabinets.
She reached in, smiling when her hand met the small item that she had stashed in there, a confidential little experiment that she had been working on without the knowledge of her father, an undeclared idea that she had personally financed so she can test its viability.
She pulled it out, and her smile turned melancholy as she continued to look at it.
It was a blaster gun.
She had decided to make a prototype, as Vegeta suggested, and she had completed her first model only a few hours before she had been abducted by Frieza, and everything that she knew had gone to hell in a hand basket.
The blaster was small and sleek, made of transparent fiberglass and polished titanium. Due to some adjustments she had to make in the internal machinery, the blaster was unconventional, and did not look like a typical gun.
The handle curved slightly around her hand, and when placed flat on a table, the shape reminded her of a glass and metal slipper. She had wanted to show it to Vegeta, but in all the action, had completely forgotten, and she stared at it now with a mixture of sadness and longing, as she tried to imagine how he would have reacted to seeing that she had managed to turn his suggestion into an actual prototype.
He would have been so proud.
She slowly placed the blaster back into the hidden drawer, knowing that it was actually a rather dangerous trinket, as she had seen the damage it could inflict, first-hand. She had tested it out on some very thick metal sheets, and the powercore had aided the blasts so that the gun had easily melted through the tough metals, and she knew that with the energy held by the weapon â a mere medicine capsule-sized chamber of the fluid â the gun would not need to have its energy cartridge replaced for a very long time.
She turned back to her current experiment, intent on working on it now, to take her mind off the bitter taste that the happy memory with Vegeta had left in her mouth.
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She was in space. That much was clear.
However, it felt strange, as she realized that she was enclosed in a single pod that was controlled by nothing but a very small keypad with unrecognizable square-shaped symbols.
The darkness surrounding her was thick, and she could feel a dull throbbing on the side of her left arm, an inconvenient sensation that had her wanting to rip off her own limb.
Now, that right there, was an odd thought.
She reached behind her, pulling out a thick roll of paper containing diagrams written in a foreign script, and she stared at the schematics as if she could understand the letterings.
âTch,â a very familiar voice said, the sound ringing clearly in her ears, as if the voice had come from her.
âThis makes no sense,â the same voice muttered, frustrated, and Bulma felt shock enter her as she finally placed the voice.
Vegeta.
She wanted to turn, to look for him. She wanted to see him, but her body refused to follow her, only reaching up, and apparently turning on a very dull light within the space pod.
The light filled the pod, and she squinted, looking up at the thick glass window that was right in front of her.
She nearly jumped when she saw Vegetaâs face reflected back at her.
She looked down then, and she saw his very familiar hands clenching and unclenching in what she knew was his way of displaying annoyance.
It was then that Bulma understood, that she was in Vegetaâs body.
What a strange dreamâŠ
She watched his fingers reach forward, tapping on a few keys before him, before a small screen lit up, a low beeping sound filling the pod, before Nappaâs face showed up on the screen.
A communication screen.
Bulma noted that Nappa looked younger, maybe more than ten years younger than the one she met a few months ago.
âNappa,â Vegeta said. âHow is the squad? Did you bring the boy with you?â
âThe squad is fine, your highness,â Nappa responded. âAs for the boy, Kakarot is within the larger ship with Raditz.â
Kakarot. That was Goku.
âGood. That boy needs to be trained, Nappa. I can feel his power within him. Raw and unused. He could⊠he could be another Super Saiyan.â
Nappa looked shocked. âYou believe so, my Prince?â
âYes, I do. We need him to get stronger. He could be a powerful warrior, more so than Raditz and their father, Bardock, combined.â
âRaditz is a very strong fighter, your highness.â
âAnd Bardock, before his injury, was stronger. This boy is even stronger than that.â
Bulma listened to their exchange, realizing that this dream was about Vegetaâs time before he had been thrown into the ball.
âWe will need him,â Vegeta continued, âin our rebellion against Frieza. I shall train him, myself.â
âHe is but a boy, my lord,â Nappa responded.
âAnd I was even more of a boy when I had first been stolen by Frieza and forced to work for them, until my father retrieved me. Kakarot will be fine.â
Vegeta fidgeted then, bringing his right hand up to clutch at his left arm, and she felt him violently tug at the limb, the pain making stars flash behind her lids.
âAs you see fit, my Princeâ, Nappa said, nodding his head in acknowledgment.
âIf I am right, and the boy does indeed ascend, then we will have two of us able to perform instant transmission. It would be a tremendous tactical advantage,â Vegeta said.
âAnd I am certain that he will be delighted to be trained by you,â Nappa said. âRaditz told me that the boy idolizes you tremendously. That he has said that he wishes to be just like the Prince.â
Bulma felt Vegeta smirk at that. âAs he should.â
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Bulma woke with a start, disoriented by the darkness.
As her eyes adjusted to the meager light, she realized that she was in her bedroom, lying down on her same, soft sheets, clutching her favorite pillow to her chest.
That had certainly been a strange dream.
She could still feel the throbbing in her left arm, the ache of an old injury that sometimes recurred and refused to fully heal.
âWait a minute,â she muttered, as a very small memory surfaced.
She could distinctly remember Vegeta begin to use his right arm more and more as she watched him during his fight against Frieza.
His left arm could have had a recurring injury.
She bolted upright, unsettled.
That dream⊠did not feel like a dream, at all.
She immediately ran to her dresser, pulling her mobile phone out. Uncaring of the time, she scrolled down to the number of the one person she knew could help her understand what had happened.
The phone began to ring on the other end, and a few moments later, a groggy voice answered.
âHello?â Goku greeted, voice thick with sleep.
âGoku! Itâs Bulma.â
âYeah, hi Bulma. Itâs two in the morninâ,â he said.
âI know, and Iâm sorry. But I need help,â she said.
Gokuâs voice was more alert as he answered. âAre you in trouble?â
âNot really, but-â she cut herself off when the familiar glow of the instant transmission appeared in her bedroom once again.
âWhatâs up?â Goku asked as soon as he materialized into her bedroom. He was wearing a loose shirt and boxer shorts, clearly coming directly from his bed.
âGoku, I am so sorry. I just wanted to ask youâŠâ she said, hesitating before she continued. âWhen you were younger, did Vegeta train you, because he thought you could be Super Saiyan?â
âWell yeah,â he answered. âHe asked Nappa and Raditz to bring me with them to the outer base one day, and the next, he showed up in the training arena to train me. I was shocked.â
She felt the blood drain from her face, as Goku tilted his head, regarding her more closely.
âHe⊠Vegeta was taken hostage by Frieza, at one point, right?â she asked shakily.
Goku nodded. âHe was with them for about seven Saiyan ages â fourteen Earth years â before King Vegeta started an uprising to retrieve him. It was during that battle that the Queen Papaya was killed, and Prince Vegeta turned Super Saiyan for the first time.â
Bulma felt her hands begin to shake as disbelief filled her.
She had been right⊠That was not a dream.
She had seen Vegetaâs memories.
But how?
Goku stared at her in concern. âBulma, are you alright? Havenât you been eating again, because you are a little pale.â
Bulma looked up at the tall Saiyan, a confused grin on her lips.
âIâm fine, Goku. More than fine. I think⊠I think I just dreamed of Vegetaâs memories.â
Gokuâs eyes went wide. âWhat? How? Thatâs impossible, ainât it?â
âIâm pretty sure that itâs supposed to be impossible,â she confirmed. âBut I am sure. I saw Nappa, and I heard them talking about you having the power to ascend.â
Goku looked baffled. âWhat does that mean?â
âI donât know,â she said. âBut I need something from you now, Goku. I need you to talk to Uranai.â
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A day after Bulma sent Goku off to Uranai, she began researching on the theories regarding sleep and memory transfers. As of then, it was nothing but a part of science fiction mythos, but Bulma was sure that she could find something that could help her understand just how it could have been possible for Vegetaâs memories to have manifested in her dreams.
She spent the entire afternoon reading up on various sci-fi novels and conspiracy theories, and the only thing she could come up with were a few readings about soul bonding and psychic connections, but most stories concerned subjects who were both still alive.
As the day gave way to night, Bulma was nowhere closer to finding the answer to her questions, and she went home, feeling rather dejected that her research had basically gone nowhere.
She contemplated calling Goku to ask how his trip to Uranai had gone, if his asking the old crone for her theories had been more successful than her own efforts, but she decided against it, thinking that she could just call him in the morning. It was a bit late, after all, and she didnât want to bother his sleep twice in a row.
She went to bed then, hoping that she would dream once again of Vegeta, or that the answers to her questions would come to her in her sleep.
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It was scorching.
Flames licked up every single inch of her skin, and she wanted to recoil from the agonizing heat of the perpetual fires that surrounded her.
However, her feet remained pinned down, and she realized that she was being held against an iron-like beam, her arms and feet bound by spiked chains around the searing barrier.
Around her were screams of agony, and she could sense the anger boiling up inside her, deep hatred for her situation blistering inside her soul as the fires torched her limbs.
The flames never left a mark, but the endless pain remained.
It was hell.
She wanted to scream, but her pride warred with her need to let her suffering be heard, and she remained silent, teeth gnashing in fury as she tried valiantly to ignore the ongoing torture.
A large blast of fire appeared beside her, clearing up to reveal the form of a large man with red skin, with horns protruding from the top of his head. He had terrifying yellow eyes with slitted black irises, a dark goatee, and he wore a large blue cloak with a long white cape.
She felt herself spit in disdain, a growl rising from her chest.
âDabura,â she felt herself say, and Bulma was once again surprised to realize that the voice belonged to Vegeta.
She was in Vegetaâs body, once again, probably dreaming of another memory.
Vegetaâs voice had been dripping in contempt, so Bulma thought that perhaps, this was a part of his servitude under Frieza.
âHello, your majesty,â the large, demonic man greeted sarcastically. âI do hope you are enjoying your stay.â
âFuck you,â Vegeta hissed.
âUnfortunately for you, I do not find you attractive,â Dabura laughed. âI believe the only ones who would ever fuck you are your Saiyan courtesans, because they didnât really have a choice, did they?â
âTch,â Vegeta said. âIâll have you know that I was the favorite lay of all the Saiyan courtesans.â
âAnd who was your favorite lay, Prince Vegeta?â
Vegeta shut his mouth, pinching his lips hard against the urge to say something caustic back.
Dabura laughed. âOh, I had nearly forgotten. You did fall hard for that little Earthling woman, did you not?â
âYou fucking leave her out of this, Dabura,â Vegeta growled.
Bulma felt his anger rising once again, and she realized that Dabura had hit a sore spot with Vegeta.
Wait⊠an Earthling? Vegeta had never been to Earth before he was sealed. Could this meanâŠ
âWould you like to see her again, Prince?â
Vegeta turned his head away from Dabura, but the large devil simply floated towards him, holding out a small mirror that began to glow in his hands.
âWatch, you wretch. Watch!â Dabura leered, and Bulma saw the mirror begin to turn into a viewing screen of sorts.
She could see her bedroom, and she saw a small lump of blankets gathered into the center of her bed.
It took her less than a moment to realize that the lump was none other than her.
It was as she had been while she was still deep in her depression, a frail bundle of skin and bones that refused to get up from her bed, the worst version of herself that had been wishing for nothing but death.
It was difficult, even for her, to see.
She felt Vegeta gasp as his eyes fell on her miserable form, and she felt him clench his hands into tight fists. She felt his conflict, his wanting to look away, but being unable to tear his gaze from the sight of her in her darkest moments.
âDo you see, Vegeta? See how you have made this woman suffer?â Dabura asked, and Vegeta gulped, as she felt an onslaught of guilt and pain fill his chest, a pain that made the agony of the flames licking at his body seem dull in comparison.
âYou were so selfish, Prince. If you had never tried to come back to life, this woman would still be living her wonderful life, full of energy and happiness,â Dabura whispered maliciously. âShe would never have been targeted by Frieza, would never have had to suffer from her fatherâs trial. She would never have had to be in such painâŠâ
âShut up!â Vegeta choked out. âStop this, stop this right now!â
âListen to her cry, Prince!â Dabura said, and all at once, Bulma heard her own voice surround them, her heart-wrenching cries of her own suffering leaving Vegeta breathless in despair and guilt.
âVegeta⊠Why⊠Why?â she heard her voice say weakly, and Vegeta closed his eyes, willing the vision and sound of her sadness away.
âPleaseâŠâ Vegeta began, and Bulma was shocked at the rawness of his voice. âPlease stop. Let her just live. She⊠she does not deserve to be in this sort of pain. This was all because of me.â
âWell, I am glad that you at least know that, Prince,â Dabura said gleefully, removing the mirror as he began to back away from Vegeta. âUntil the next time, your highness.â
With that, Dabura disappeared, leaving a despondent Vegeta to breathe heavily, fighting the despair in his heart.
Bulma could do nothing but listen to his harsh breaths, feel the heaving of his chest and the single tear that trickled down his cheek.
âBulma,â he whispered, his voice soft, loving, reverent. âBe safe, my beloved...â
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As she woke from the dream, Bulma bolted up, her chest heavy with Vegetaâs pained thoughts, her limbs still stinging from the fires that burned her body from the inside and out.
She had been in literal hell.
Vegeta was in hell.
And he was in extreme agony.
She stood up, pacing her room as she gathered the scattered bits of her mind to piece together all that she had learned.
Vegeta was dead, but somehow, whether he knew it or not, he was still communicating with her. Perhaps, it was the fact that their spirits had been linked for so long, that he was able to reach out to her from the afterlife.
Perhaps⊠if he was still linked with herâŠ
Then maybe, she could still have him back.
She looked out the window, smiling at the rising sun, as she went to her cabinets and pulled out a pair of denim jeans and a comfortable white shirt.
She ran to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, then she dressed hurriedly, before she picked up her phone, and dialed.
âHello,â the manâs voice was more alert than the last time she had called, so perhaps, he had already been awake this time.
âGoku, hi.â
âBulma, great that you called! I found something when I went to Uranai yesterday-â
âYou can tell me later. I need you to come and pick me up, now,â she said.
Goku paused. âWhere are we going?â
She grinned.
âWe are going to Uranai, you and I,â she said. âWe are going to bring Vegeta back.â
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To be continuedâŠ
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Heyy bub, how are you ? Hope you have been taking care of yourself :)) I saw the plagiarism asks, and Iâm shocked how blatantly people can lie, after copying someone elseâs work. My heart goes out to all the fic writers like you, who take out their precious time to write amazing works for us âš Hope the writer whoâs work was copied gets a proper apology.
Also, you mentioned that you are in a psychology research team, that sounds pretty interesting. I have psychology as one of my extra subjects and itâs great, i really like learning it. I have to give a re-test of my psychology pre-final in a few days since i missed the last one :)
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MAYHEM 2018 - WEEK 4 - [ANON A]Â âTHE FINAL PRICEâ
Title: The Final Price
Chapter Summary: Vegetaâs gone, and Bulma is finding it impossible to cope with his death. In the midst of her sorrow, she finds hope when she begins to have strange dreams about him, and she realizes that there just might be a way to bring him back.
Genre: AU / Romance / Angst
Rating: E
Chapter Warnings: Profane language; Triggers: Mentions of depression and thoughts of suicide; Torture; Slight sexual content.
Prompt: The Glass Slipper
Word Count: 7,540
Chapter 5: The Undying Bond
(Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8)
I.i.I.i.I.i.I.i.I
In her thirty years of existence, Bulma had, on several occasions, experienced what it was like to be sad.
She had gone through breakups, and she had lost friends. She had even, at one point, lost literally everything, and has had close friends and family members pass away.
Loss and death were not new to her.
However, the feelings of hopelessness, her conviction that things would never get better, the complete loss of her will to even get up every morning⊠those were new.
She had usually dealt with her sadness and frustrations by burying herself in her work or studies, by going out with friends or by taking short vacations.
She had tried so hard to do the same things this time around, but she just couldnât.
She could not keep her mind on her work, making stupid mistakes because of her wandering thoughts that made her lose her concentration.
She had thrown an epic tantrum when she failed to solve a simple equation that she previously could have done with only one eye half open and both hands tied behind her back.
She had filed for an indefinite leave of absence from work, after that frankly embarrassing meltdown.
Her parents were worried, confused as to why she had suddenly become so despondent and angry.
She didnât care.
She did not want to see anyone, did not want to talk to anybody.
Every step she took made her shake with agony.
Every bite of food felt like sand on her tongue.
She was smart enough to recognize the signs...
She had never before truly realized that there was a profound difference between being simply miserable, and being depressed.
She needed to be strong enough to fight itâŠ
But she did not want to.
Vegetaâs death had hit her hard, like nothing she had ever experienced before.
She loathed herself, for being useless, for being unable to save him, for ultimately not being able to do anything to keep him alive.
She was so utterly lost, so unspeakably dejected, and all she wanted to do was lock herself up in her room all day and sleep.
Yet all she saw, every time she closed her eyes, were gruesome images of his last moments⊠the ki beam that struck his heart, his shaky final breaths, the look of pride and acceptance in his eyes right before he faded from her arms.
All these horrible memories fill the backs of her eyelids, yet she preferred sleep to wakefulness, because in slumber, she found some relief.
Perhaps, if she slept, she could dream of him. Maybe she would have a vision of him, see him as he was in the afterlife.
Oh, how she wanted to join him.
But she could not, because he had asked her to stay safe.
âStay safe. My precious Blue MoonâŠâ
She could not, should not, kill herself, because she could not bear to disrespect his memory, his hard work and sacrifice, by failing him at this.
âMy BulmaâŠâ
She felt the tears sting her eyes, and she tried and failed to hold them back.
It had been three weeks.
She still could not get his voice out of her head.
She could still feel his hands on her body, his kisses upon her lips.
âMy BulmaâŠâ
She could still feel how cold his skin had felt as he began to fade into nothingness, how his lips had trembled beneath hers as he fought to keep his pain to himself, even as he wasted away.
He was gone.
Her Vegeta was gone.
And to her, it truly felt as if a part of her soul had died with him, as well.
Maybe, her soul really had been ripped apart.
After all, he was her soulmate. It made perfect sense for her very spirit to cry out and scream at his demise.
It wasnât fair.
How dare the world just ignorantly go on, when Vegeta was no longer in it.
At the moment, Bulma was staring numbly out her large bedroom windows and into the distance, her eyes hurting from the weak rays of sunlight that filtered in.
She was hunched in on herself in bed, her hair a matted disarray while her white shirt hung loosely around her frame.
Vegeta had hugged her, while she wore that shirt.
He had lain his head on her pillow as he wrapped his arms around her, an arrogant smirk on his face as he told her of how he was going to melt that shirt off her if she didnât immediately take it off.
The pillow he had laid his head on, was the same one he had placed under her hips, using it so he can tilt her up as he thrust into her more deeply. It was the one he had slept on after their last moments of passion, one night before he fought Frieza.
She had her arms wrapped around that pillow then, refusing to part with it in spite of the stains from her endless tears.
It was all she had left of him.
She had lost his amulet when she got kidnapped, and she never even managed to take a fucking picture with him.
A stained pillow case was all she had left.
It was so utterly unfair.
A soft knock came on her door, pulling her slightly from her lonely thoughts, and she looked on morosely as the knob turned.
Her motherâs small blond head peeked in, her normally jovial eyes brimming with concern while her small mouth was turned down in a sad frown.
âBulma, baby? May I come in?â
Bulma nodded, and Panchy walked in slowly, feet hesitantly padding across the floor.
She sat down on the edge of the large bed, while Bulma squinted at her, waiting for her to speak.
Panchy took a deep breath, before she resolutely turned to Bulma.
âBaby, you know I love you, right?â she said softly, reaching forward to stroke Bulmaâs thin hand that was clutching tightly at her pillow.
Bulma nodded.
Panchy stared at her, and Bulma watched helplessly as small tears began leaking out of Panchyâs eyes.
âYouâre my little girl. And I love you. So, wonât you tell me whatâs wrong?â the blond said, scooting closer to Bulma.
She started speaking again. âThat morning, when those three men brought you here⊠you were unconscious and so pale. When I asked them where the fourth man was, they didnât say anything. And you⊠you never spoke to me either, Bulma.â
Panchy began sobbing as she looked at Bulma, watched her pale blue eyes look back at her blankly. âI want to help you, Bulma. Like you helped me when I was sick. I can feel⊠I can feel that your heart is sick too, but I donât know why. Please baby, let me help you.â
Bulma drew her brows together, not even realizing that the tears had started flowing from her eyes, as well.
âMom,â she said softly. âNo one⊠no one can help me. Itâs over.â
âNo! Donât say that, Bulma!â Panchy exclaimed, lunging at her and pulling her into her arms.
Panchy began to weep, soft, feminine sobs that broke Bulmaâs heart just a little bit more, and before she knew it, she had clung to her mother, bawling desperately into her chest as she heard her own voice begin to cry out.
âHeâs gone mom! Heâs gone! Vegetaâs gone!â Bulma kept wailing, pounding the mattress with her fists as the very words made her body ache physically.
âOh Bulma, do you mean he left, or-â
âHeâs dead!â Bulma screamed, and she realized then that it was the very first time that she had dared say the words out loud.
She had never had the courage to acknowledge his loss out loud, in a foolâs hope that if she didnât say it, maybe it could stop being true...
âHeâs dead! And I â I couldnât do anything, mom! I just sat there. Heâs gone!â she cried, slumping into her mother, seeking comfort from her motherâs loving hold.
But Bulma was trying to fool herself. She knew that her motherâs calming touch would never be enough.
She could only ever find her peace from a thick pair of powerful arms that would never hold her, ever again.
âOh baby, Iâm â Iâm so sorry!â Panchy whispered into her hair as she rained kisses on Bulmaâs head.
Her mother spoke to her as she cried, and Bulma heard her mother trying desperately to hush her, to soften the flow of her tears.
âI knew⊠I knew there was something there⊠but I never realized that he meant so much to you! I wondered why a random team of soldiers had gone to rescue you when you got kidnapped,â Panchy said softly. âOh Bulma, I am so sorry. I am so, so sorry.â
âI miss him, mom. I need him. I donât know how I could go on,â she sobbed, as she felt her mother push her down, gently lowering her so that she was laying flat on her bed.
Panchy sniffed as she pulled blankets around her, tucking her in before she lay beside Bulma as well, hugging her tight as they cried together.
âBulma, I am sure that it hurts. But you have to try to move on. He⊠he would have wanted you to be happy, donât you think?â
She nodded, sniffling loudly. âHe⊠he gave his life for me. He refused to save himself because he wanted me to⊠to stay safe.â
Bulma peered up at her mother. âHe⊠he called me, my Bulma. Do you⊠do you think he loved me, mom? Because I love him... I love him so much.â
Panchy burst into tears once again, pulling Bulma tight, laying her head close to her chest like she used to do when Bulma had been little, and upset over little things.
âYes baby. Iâm sure he did. It is impossible not to love you, my sweet little girl.â
Bulma sobbed against her mother until she was exhausted, and Panchy just patiently held her, offering her silent support as she soothed her motherly hands across Bulmaâs back.
It took a long time, but Bulma finally felt the stirrings of sleep begin to wash over her, and before she knew it, she was lost in slumber, away from the aches of the waking world, and into the sweet nothingness of the darkness of unconsciousness.
Yet⊠it was not darkness that greeted Bulma as she succumbed to sleep.
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She could still feel the dampness of her sweat as it dried slowly on her body.
She snuggled closer to Vegeta, laying her head close to his hard chest. She knew that the abnormal heat of his body should have been uncomfortable, but to her, it was like being in the gentle clouds of heaven, where nothing could harm her, and nothing could hurt her. It was just the two of them, nestled in each otherâs arms, luxuriating in the warmth of their hearts. Â
A small feather fell onto her nose, cutting off her tender musings. Â She tried to flick it off with her breaths, blowing out her mouth so that the air would push it off her face.
Vegeta had ripped one of her pillows apart while in the throes of passion. She absolutely did not mind.
She felt his chuckle as it rumbled across his chest, before she heard the soft snickers leave his lips.
She watched him lift a hand, and he quickly plucked the offending feather from her before he lowered his head to drop a small kiss on the tip of her nose.
âI am sorry for the pillow,â he said with a totally non-apologetic smirk. âI can fix it.â
âNah, itâs alright. Leave it for now,â she grinned back. She reached a hand up to trace the contours of his chest with the tips of her fingers, peeking up at him through her lashes. âI rather like the reminder that I was just so good in bed that you had to rip something up. Itâs so⊠feral.â
She laughed as she watched him blush at her teasing.
She expected him to get back at her with an arrogant rebuttal, but the hand that he placed on her cheek, along with the soft look that entered his normally-stern eyes, threw her for a loop.
âI will admit this much, Bulma,â he whispered, as if a part of him was hesitant to say the words. âBeing with you tonight was⊠different.â
âDifferent in a good way?â she asked, breathless at his solemn confession.
He nodded. âI have never⊠It has never been this way before. I nearly lost control.â
âMaybe it has just been too long?â she asked, hoping that it wasnât for that reason.
It had been so incredible for her, as well.
He shook his head, and she nearly sighed in relief.
âNo, it is not that⊠you are my most incredible experience,â he admitted.
She flushed happily, beaming brightly up at him. âThatâs great Vegeta, because⊠it was amazing for me, too.â
He smiled back.âDonât let it get to your head, woman.â
She laughed, huffing jokingly as she answered. âExcuse me? Youâre the one with the huge head!â
âOh, is that how it is going to be?â he growled, a playful smirk on his face as he turned, pouncing on her, hands crawling up and down her sides, making her squirm before her laughter began to ring around her bedroom.
âNo! No tickling!â she yelled, trying in vain to push away from his hands.
He started laughing as well, tickling her sides more vigorously. âI got you now, and I am not letting go!â
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She opened her eyes slowly as she woke, already feeling the tears welling up behind her lids.
She smiled bitterly as she recalled the last vestiges of her dream, her memory of happier times with Vegeta.
âBut you did let go, Vegeta. You let goâŠâ
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The next morning was too bright, too cheerful, and Bulma almost felt as if she wanted to vomit as she tried and failed to get up from her bed.
It was really pointless, getting up. Why should she even bother?
She was contemplating going back to sleep, when a bright flash of light suddenly appeared inside her bedroom, and she gaped as a male form with spiky, golden hair materialized before her.
A dozen flashbacks went through her mind as she screamed, tumbling carelessly from her bed as she bolted without thought towards the man who had appeared with his back to her, wearing a blue tank top and loose black pants.
âVegeta!â she screamed, heart pounding through her ribcage as she desperately tried to move towards himâŠ
Was he truly back?
The man turned, and the hopeful spark within her chest died as quickly as it had been lit, when she realized that the person standing before her was definitely not her dead lover.
It was Goku.
Indescribable rage filled her as he turned to look at her.
âWhat are you doing here?!â she roared, making him visibly recoil.
How dare he get her hopes up?
How dare he remind her of what she had lost?
âBulma, Iâm sorry,â Goku said, raising his hands up in a gesture of placation. âI just wanted to check up on you again. I didnât think you would be awake.â
Bulmaâs rage continued to simmer. âWhat do you mean, again?â
Goku winced. âI have been checking on you once every three days. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.â
She finally untangled herself from her sheets, rising up to stand and glaring lividly at Goku.
âLook at me! Do I look alright to you, Goku?â she yelled.
She knew her anger was unwarranted, but she was unable to stem the venom that flowed through her.
Goku appeared to deflate. âNo, you donât. You donât look alright at all. You look awful.â
She glared. âOh well, thank you, Goku! I-â
âYou look sick,â he said, brows furrowing. âYou are very thin. You look like you arenât eating.â
Bulma was taken aback as she noted Gokuâs hands clenching, and she watched his face slowly morph from a look of concern to one of irritation.
âYou ainât taking care of yourself, are ya?â he accused, and Bulma cringed under the accusation in his eyes. âBulma, why? You have to treat yourself better. You-â
âWhatâs the point?â she asked bitterly. âWhy should I?! Thereâs nothing left for me here. Heâs gone, so why should I even-â
âHe gave his life for you!â Goku said loudly, shocking her into silence.
She gaped at him, watching his aura flare angrily around him.
âOur Prince, our leader, who we waited thirty Earth years for, gave up on a chance to reestablish the Saiyan race because he couldnât bear to let you die. He gave up on his legacy,â Goku hissed, âbecause you meant more to him than me, Raditz and Nappa combined, more than the thirty years of waiting and plotting to rise and lead us again. And all you are doing in exchange for his sacrifice is letting yourself waste away. The least you can do is to respect his death by surviving.â
He turned away from her, angrily looking out her window, and she was struck by the visible similarities between Vegeta and his fellow Saiyan.
That straight and powerful stance, the strong arms and narrowed, determined eyes... Vegeta and Goku looked nothing alike, yet, standing here now, Bulma could fully appreciate the fact that these men truly were not ordinary humans, as their presence resonated with something unmistakably powerful, and she was awestruck by the display.
Goku sighed, powering down so his hair turned back to its usual dark, spiky look. He turned back to her, his face now softer and slightly contrite. âI am sorry for shouting, Bulma. But Vegeta was our Prince. Our ruler, even before his father died. The first Saiyan to ascend to Super Saiyan in a thousand ages. We all looked up to him.â
He walked towards her, taking her limp hands in his, a brotherly gesture that had Bulma near-tears as she sensed his sadness through his somber gaze.
âHe⊠he was my idol,â Goku said, swallowing audibly. âHe had been telling me that I had what it took to ascend, and I never wouldâa tried so hard if it werenât for him always telling me that I could. It⊠it hurts to know that he is really gone.â
âIt does. It really does hurt, Goku. I⊠Iâm sorry if Iâm like this⊠I just⊠I canât handle it,â she whispered, and she felt him steering her to sit on her bed, before he himself crouched before her, rocking back on his haunches as he watched her.
âYou have to try Bulma. He wouldnât wanna see you like this. And Iâm here because I want you to be safe, like he asked. So Iâm gonna try to look after you, alright?â he said. âI see why Vegeta liked you. Youâre a strong girl. If I remember right, back on the mountain those years ago, you were the toughest in your group. You have to be that tough girl, again.â
She smiled sadly at him. âI⊠I am going to try. I am going to really try, Goku.â
He smiled back. âYou should.â
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The visit from Goku shook Bulma, and she decided then that she had to at least make an effort to try to get things to go back to normal.
She knew it would be impossible, but she should at least try to attain a semblance of normalcy, if not for her, then for the people who loved her and were worried for her.
Also, for Vegeta.
Goku had been right. Vegeta wanted her to be safe, he wanted her to live her life, and she was going to try, for him.
She tried to fight back the urge to stay in bed all day. She took baths with her phone right beside her, so she can call her mother to fetch her from the bathroom if the shudders started up again, or if she felt the urge to either not get out at all or to just drown herself in the bathtub.
She asked Goku for his number â which he had to go back home for a second to retrieve from his wife, Chichi â so she can call him whenever she was feeling down.
It apparently helped, to have somebody around who could understand the pain of her loss.
Bulma opened up to Lazuli, her assistant, and the blond surprised Bulma by sharing that she, apparently, had gone through a dark period as well when her parents passed away, leaving her and her twin brother as homeless orphans.
She tried to offer some help, supplying Bulma with books that had helped her cope with her own loss, and though Bulma knew that the self-help books would not really offer her much peace of mind, she took them, grateful for the kinship that she now shared more keenly with Lazuli.
Bulma tried to look back at her memories with Vegeta more fondly, and as the weeks passed, she found herself slowly becoming more able to smile as she remembered his words and arrogant smiles.
She could remember their small conversations, his nitpicking at her messy lab and office. She smiled as she chewed thoughtfully at some pineapple, remembering his face as he sniffed in disdain at how lazy humans were for slicing their fruit into bite-sized bits.
There was, however, one thing that helped keep her happier, that began after she cried her eyes out after coming clean to her mother⊠after she finally acknowledged out loud, that Vegeta was gone.
She had begun to dream of him.
The dreams were happy dreams, full of memories of their few days together, and sometimes of random encounters that she knew had never happened, and had regarded as simple figments of her imagination.
She thought of them more as alternate universe versions of a life with Vegeta.
She had once dreamed of them flying off to South City to fight villainous androids, where one of them looked uncannily like Lazuli.
She also once dreamed of watching him talking to a group of men who stood in neat lines before a large red mountain, and she realized that two of the men looked suspiciously like Raditz and Nappa.
Just that morning, she had woken up from a dream where they had met on a distant planet, where he had terrified her as they both competed in a search for what she had, in her dream, called Dragon Balls, wish-granting orbs that resembled the enchanted ball that had brought Vegeta into her life.
She dreamed of him every night, and she knew that she was bordering now on an insane obsession, but she reasoned that, it was still better than not seeing him at all, and just letting herself die alone in her room.
At least, with the dreams, she could be with him.
At least, in her dreams, Vegeta was alive.
After she finished her snack, she shook herself free of her thoughts as she stood, moving into the large laboratory that was adjacent to her office.
She sorted through her things until she finally found her ongoing project, a power core for a deep space machine that was inspired by her dream about meeting Vegeta on a distant planet.
In the dream, she had reached the strange green planet using a sophisticated ship that could enter into a form of hyperdrive, bypassing Earth physics and running at speeds faster than the speed of light.
She was trying to figure out if it would, in reality, be possible to engineer such a vehicle.
Bulma had been reading up on the possibilities of deep space exploration and the power sources that could potentially take the people of Earth into farther corners of the universe, but the answer constantly evaded her.
She was about to turn her attention to another project when she remembered a discussion that she had with Vegeta , just a few days after she and her family had returned to Capsule Corp.
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âSo this is what your family does for a living,â he remarked, looking around her lab, peeking through the various machines and smaller components that littered her workspace to look at her from behind her cluttered work table.
âYep! We are engineers! Well, my father and I are. We are inventors; scientists, actually. And this is my home!â she crowed, gesturing grandly at the mess of parts before her.
âAnd what, exactly, are you working on here?â
âWell,â she began, lifting an energy source from her table, showing him the glowing liquid inside the large fiberglass capsule. âI am trying to make a compound that could function as an alternate energy source so we donât have to be so dependent on gasoline. I know that there are several other methods now, but this one,â she shook it, âcould potentially be powerful enough to send us to the moon with only a liter of it needed.â
âImpressive,â he agreed, studying the mixture. âSo it is a highly-concentrated energy source that could potentially power your vehicles into farther distances, with far less quantity.â
âYes!â she said, beaming with pride.
He frowned slightly. âDid you take into consideration though, how a compound like that could potentially drain other components of your ships? It would not be enough fluid to sustain the other functions that you would need for a habitable vehicle.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âIt would cause a chain reaction of sorts within your ship,â he explained. âThe other motors will be needing to work at an equivalently higher rate of efficiency for that compound to be able to sustain all of the functions.â
She chewed her thumb nail thoughtfully. âSo youâre saying that if I use this energy source, I need to adjust all other functions on the ship.â
He nodded. âBut I am sure you already knew that. What you could consider is this: is your planetâs current technology ready for a machine that could accurately utilize this compound?â
She looked at him, impressed. She had no idea that he even had an interest in mechanical processes and electronics. âYou make a good point. However, are you saying that this experiment is not practical, then?â
âI believe it would be ambitious to use this experimental fluid on a large machine, such as a space ship,â he clarified. âPerhaps, you would do well to try testing it on a smaller gadget, to test how far the energy can go, so you can more easily make the necessary calculations as you proceed to larger undertakings.â
She smiled at him then. âWhy Vegeta, that is brilliant! Any suggestions on what I could use it on?â
Vegeta smirked. âHow about one of those phones that you use to communicate? The ones that you keep charging all the time? Or perhaps, something practical, like a blaster gun?â
Bulma stood from her chair, excited. âVegeta, thatâs a great idea!â she exclaimed, picking up the green capsule. âIâm going to start a different experiment right now!â
She moved around the table, and when she reached him, she leaned up, leaving a light kiss on his cheek.
She immediately noticed the dark blush that stole over his cheeks, before he covered up his embarrassment with a scowl.
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Bulma went to the back of her office, opening a small drawer hidden behind her filing cabinets.
She reached in, smiling when her hand met the small item that she had stashed in there, a confidential little experiment that she had been working on without the knowledge of her father, an undeclared idea that she had personally financed so she can test its viability.
She pulled it out, and her smile turned melancholy as she continued to look at it.
It was a blaster gun.
She had decided to make a prototype, as Vegeta suggested, and she had completed her first model only a few hours before she had been abducted by Frieza, and everything that she knew had gone to hell in a hand basket.
The blaster was small and sleek, made of transparent fiberglass and polished titanium. Due to some adjustments she had to make in the internal machinery, the blaster was unconventional, and did not look like a typical gun.
The handle curved slightly around her hand, and when placed flat on a table, the shape reminded her of a glass and metal slipper. She had wanted to show it to Vegeta, but in all the action, had completely forgotten, and she stared at it now with a mixture of sadness and longing, as she tried to imagine how he would have reacted to seeing that she had managed to turn his suggestion into an actual prototype.
He would have been so proud.
She slowly placed the blaster back into the hidden drawer, knowing that it was actually a rather dangerous trinket, as she had seen the damage it could inflict, first-hand. She had tested it out on some very thick metal sheets, and the powercore had aided the blasts so that the gun had easily melted through the tough metals, and she knew that with the energy held by the weapon â a mere medicine capsule-sized chamber of the fluid â the gun would not need to have its energy cartridge replaced for a very long time.
She turned back to her current experiment, intent on working on it now, to take her mind off the bitter taste that the happy memory with Vegeta had left in her mouth.
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She was in space. That much was clear.
However, it felt strange, as she realized that she was enclosed in a single pod that was controlled by nothing but a very small keypad with unrecognizable square-shaped symbols.
The darkness surrounding her was thick, and she could feel a dull throbbing on the side of her left arm, an inconvenient sensation that had her wanting to rip off her own limb.
Now, that right there, was an odd thought.
She reached behind her, pulling out a thick roll of paper containing diagrams written in a foreign script, and she stared at the schematics as if she could understand the letterings.
âTch,â a very familiar voice said, the sound ringing clearly in her ears, as if the voice had come from her.
âThis makes no sense,â the same voice muttered, frustrated, and Bulma felt shock enter her as she finally placed the voice.
Vegeta.
She wanted to turn, to look for him. She wanted to see him, but her body refused to follow her, only reaching up, and apparently turning on a very dull light within the space pod.
The light filled the pod, and she squinted, looking up at the thick glass window that was right in front of her.
She nearly jumped when she saw Vegetaâs face reflected back at her.
She looked down then, and she saw his very familiar hands clenching and unclenching in what she knew was his way of displaying annoyance.
It was then that Bulma understood, that she was in Vegetaâs body.
What a strange dreamâŠ
She watched his fingers reach forward, tapping on a few keys before him, before a small screen lit up, a low beeping sound filling the pod, before Nappaâs face showed up on the screen.
A communication screen.
Bulma noted that Nappa looked younger, maybe more than ten years younger than the one she met a few months ago.
âNappa,â Vegeta said. âHow is the squad? Did you bring the boy with you?â
âThe squad is fine, your highness,â Nappa responded. âAs for the boy, Kakarot is within the larger ship with Raditz.â
Kakarot. That was Goku.
âGood. That boy needs to be trained, Nappa. I can feel his power within him. Raw and unused. He could⊠he could be another Super Saiyan.â
Nappa looked shocked. âYou believe so, my Prince?â
âYes, I do. We need him to get stronger. He could be a powerful warrior, more so than Raditz and their father, Bardock, combined.â
âRaditz is a very strong fighter, your highness.â
âAnd Bardock, before his injury, was stronger. This boy is even stronger than that.â
Bulma listened to their exchange, realizing that this dream was about Vegetaâs time before he had been thrown into the ball.
âWe will need him,â Vegeta continued, âin our rebellion against Frieza. I shall train him, myself.â
âHe is but a boy, my lord,â Nappa responded.
âAnd I was even more of a boy when I had first been stolen by Frieza and forced to work for them, until my father retrieved me. Kakarot will be fine.â
Vegeta fidgeted then, bringing his right hand up to clutch at his left arm, and she felt him violently tug at the limb, the pain making stars flash behind her lids.
âAs you see fit, my Princeâ, Nappa said, nodding his head in acknowledgment.
âIf I am right, and the boy does indeed ascend, then we will have two of us able to perform instant transmission. It would be a tremendous tactical advantage,â Vegeta said.
âAnd I am certain that he will be delighted to be trained by you,â Nappa said. âRaditz told me that the boy idolizes you tremendously. That he has said that he wishes to be just like the Prince.â
Bulma felt Vegeta smirk at that. âAs he should.â
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Bulma woke with a start, disoriented by the darkness.
As her eyes adjusted to the meager light, she realized that she was in her bedroom, lying down on her same, soft sheets, clutching her favorite pillow to her chest.
That had certainly been a strange dream.
She could still feel the throbbing in her left arm, the ache of an old injury that sometimes recurred and refused to fully heal.
âWait a minute,â she muttered, as a very small memory surfaced.
She could distinctly remember Vegeta begin to use his right arm more and more as she watched him during his fight against Frieza.
His left arm could have had a recurring injury.
She bolted upright, unsettled.
That dream⊠did not feel like a dream, at all.
She immediately ran to her dresser, pulling her mobile phone out. Uncaring of the time, she scrolled down to the number of the one person she knew could help her understand what had happened.
The phone began to ring on the other end, and a few moments later, a groggy voice answered.
âHello?â Goku greeted, voice thick with sleep.
âGoku! Itâs Bulma.â
âYeah, hi Bulma. Itâs two in the morninâ,â he said.
âI know, and Iâm sorry. But I need help,â she said.
Gokuâs voice was more alert as he answered. âAre you in trouble?â
âNot really, but-â she cut herself off when the familiar glow of the instant transmission appeared in her bedroom once again.
âWhatâs up?â Goku asked as soon as he materialized into her bedroom. He was wearing a loose shirt and boxer shorts, clearly coming directly from his bed.
âGoku, I am so sorry. I just wanted to ask youâŠâ she said, hesitating before she continued. âWhen you were younger, did Vegeta train you, because he thought you could be Super Saiyan?â
âWell yeah,â he answered. âHe asked Nappa and Raditz to bring me with them to the outer base one day, and the next, he showed up in the training arena to train me. I was shocked.â
She felt the blood drain from her face, as Goku tilted his head, regarding her more closely.
âHe⊠Vegeta was taken hostage by the Colds, at one point, right?â she asked shakily.
Goku nodded. âHe was with them for about seven Saiyan ages â fourteen Earth years â before King Vegeta started an uprising to retrieve him. It was during that battle that the Queen Papaya was killed, and Prince Vegeta turned Super Saiyan for the first time.â
Bulma felt her hands began to shake as disbelief filled her.
She had been right⊠That was not a dream.
She had seen Vegetaâs memories.
But how?
Goku stared at her in concern. âBulma, are you alright? Havenât you been eating again, because you are a little pale.â
Bulma looked up at the tall Saiyan, a confused grin on her lips.
âIâm fine, Goku. More than fine. I think⊠I think I just dreamed of Vegetaâs memories.â
Gokuâs eyes went wide. âWhat? How? Thatâs impossible, ainât it?â
âIâm pretty sure that itâs supposed to be impossible,â she confirmed. âBut I am sure. I saw Nappa, and I heard them talking about you having the power to ascend.â
Goku looked baffled. âWhat does that mean?â
âI donât know,â she said. âBut I need something from you now, Goku. I need you to talk to Uranai.â
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A day after Bulma sent Goku off to Uranai, she began researching on the theories regarding sleep and memory transfers. As of then, it was nothing but a part of science fiction mythos, but Bulma was sure that she could find something that could help her understand just how it could have been possible for Vegetaâs memories to have manifested in her dreams.
She spent the entire afternoon reading up on various sci-fi novels and conspiracy theories, and the only thing she could come up with were a few readings about soul bonding and psychic connections, but most stories concerned subjects who were both still alive.
As the day gave way to night, Bulma was nowhere closer to finding the answer to her questions, and she went home, feeling rather dejected that her research had basically gone nowhere.
She contemplated calling Goku to ask how his trip to Uranai had gone, if his asking the old crone for her theories had been more successful than her own efforts, but she decided against it, thinking that she could just call him in the morning. It was a bit late, after all, and she didnât want to bother his sleep twice in a row.
She went to bed then, hoping that she would dream once again of Vegeta, or that the answers to her questions would come to her in her sleep.
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It was scorching.
Flames licked up every single inch of her skin, and she wanted to recoil from the agonizing heat of the perpetual fires that surrounded her.
However, her feet remained pinned down, and she realized that she was being held against an iron-like beam, her arms and feet bound by spiked chains around the searing barrier.
Around her were screams of agony, and she could sense the anger boiling up inside her, deep hatred for her situation blistering inside her soul as the fires torched her limbs.
The flames never left a mark, but the endless pain remained.
It was hell.
She wanted to scream, but her pride warred with her need to let her suffering be heard, and she remained silent, teeth gnashing in fury as she tried valiantly to ignore the ongoing torture.
A large blast of fire appeared beside her, clearing up to reveal the form of a large man with red skin, with horns protruding from the top of his head. He had terrifying yellow eyes with slitted black irises, a dark goatee, and he wore a large blue cloak with a long white cape.
She felt herself spit in disdain, a growl rising from her chest.
âDabura,â she felt herself say, and Bulma was once again surprised to realize that the voice belonged to Vegeta.
She was in Vegetaâs body, once again, probably dreaming of another memory.
Vegetaâs voice had been dripping in contempt, so Bulma thought that perhaps, this was a part of his servitude under Frieza.
âHello, your majesty,â the large, demonic man greeted sarcastically. âI do hope you are enjoying your stay.â
âFuck you,â Vegeta hissed.
âUnfortunately for you, I do not find you attractive,â Dabura laughed. âI believe the only ones who would ever fuck you are your Saiyan courtesans, because they didnât really have a choice, did they?â
âTch,â Vegeta said. âIâll have you know that I was the favorite lay of all the Saiyan courtesans.â
âAnd who was your favorite lay, Prince Vegeta?â
Vegeta shut his mouth, pinching his lips hard against the urge to say something caustic back.
Dabura laughed. âOh, I had nearly forgotten. You did fall hard for that little Earthling woman, did you not?â
âYou fucking leave her out of this, Dabura,â Vegeta growled.
Bulma felt his anger rising once again, and she realized that Dabura had hit a sore spot with Vegeta.
Wait⊠an Earthling? Vegeta had never been to Earth before he was sealed. Could this meanâŠ
âWould you like to see her again, Prince?â
Vegeta turned his head away from Dabura, but the large devil simply floated towards him, holding out a small mirror that began to glow in his hands.
âWatch, you wretch. Watch!â Dabura leered, and Bulma saw the mirror begin to turn into a viewing screen of sorts.
She could see her bedroom, and she saw a small lump of blankets gathered into the center of her bed.
It took her less than a moment to realize that the lump was none other than her.
It was as she had been while she was still deep in her depression, a frail bundle of skin and bones that refused to get up from her bed, the worst version of herself that had been wishing for nothing but death.
It was difficult, even for her, to see.
She felt Vegeta gasp as his eyes fell on her miserable form, and she felt him clench his hands into tight fists. She felt his conflict, his wanting to look away, but being unable to tear his gaze from the sight of her in her darkest moments.
âDo you see, Vegeta? See how you have made this woman suffer?â Dabura asked, and Vegeta gulped, as she felt an onslaught of guilt and pain fill his chest, a pain that made the agony of the flames licking at his body seem dull in comparison.
âYou were so selfish, Prince. If you had never tried to come back to life, this woman would still be living her wonderful life, full of energy and happiness,â Dabura whispered maliciously. âShe would never have been targeted by Frieza, would never have had to suffer from her fatherâs trial. She would never have had to be in such painâŠâ
âShut up!â Vegeta choked out. âStop this, stop this right now!â
âListen to her cry, Prince!â Dabura said, and all at once, Bulma heard her own voice surround them, her heart-wrenching cries of her own suffering leaving Vegeta breathless in despair and guilt.
âVegeta⊠Why⊠Why?â she heard her voice say weakly, and Vegeta closed his eyes, willing the vision and sound of her sadness away.
âPleaseâŠâ Vegeta began, and Bulma was shocked at the rawness of his voice. âPlease stop. Let her just live. She⊠she does not deserve to be in this sort of pain. This was all because of me.â
âWell, I am glad that you at least know that, Prince,â Dabura said gleefully, removing the mirror as he began to back away from Vegeta. âUntil the next time, your highness.â
With that, Dabura disappeared, leaving a despondent Vegeta to breathe heavily, fighting the despair in his heart.
Bulma could do nothing but listen to his harsh breaths, feel the heaving of his chest and the single tear that trickled down his cheek.
âBulma,â he whispered, his voice soft, loving, reverent. âBe safe, my beloved...â
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As she woke from the dream, Bulma bolted up, her chest heavy with Vegetaâs pained thoughts, her limbs still stinging from the fires that burned her body from the inside and out.
She had been in literal hell.
Vegeta was in hell.
And he was in extreme agony.
She stood up, pacing her room as she gathered the scattered bits of her mind to piece together all that she had learned.
Vegeta was dead, but somehow, whether he knew it or not, he was still communicating with her. Perhaps, it was the fact that their spirits had been linked for so long, that he was able to reach out to her from the afterlife.
Perhaps⊠if he was still linked with herâŠ
Then maybe, she could still have him back.
She looked out the window, smiling at the rising sun, as she went to her cabinets and pulled out a pair of denim jeans and a comfortable white shirt.
She ran to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, then she dressed hurriedly, before she picked up her phone, and dialed.
âHello,â the manâs voice was more alert than the last time she had called, so perhaps, he had already been awake this time.
âGoku, hi.â
âBulma, great that you called! I found something when I went to Uranai yesterday-â
âYou can tell me later. I need you to come and pick me up, now,â she said.
Goku paused. âWhere are we going?â
She grinned.
âWe are going to Uranai, you and I,â she said. âWe are going to bring Vegeta back.â
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To be continuedâŠ
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OMG MAPLE HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIE!! I'm so happy I made it to time lmao otherwise usually I wish my friends late (not on purpose ofc) ALSO BEACH YOU AND NI-KI HAVE THE SAME BIRTHDAY DBHVGF. Ik so many people who were born in december lmao (no like literally, hoon, riki, three of my friends, my teacher, my mom and sister too lmao pretty sure I'm still forgetting someone)
Also bestie I'm so sorry these exams are keeping me super busy. They'll be over soon and then I promise you'll see me more often in your inbox :)
Can you tell me whatever stuff you like about your biases in a bit detailed manner? It could be anything about their features or personality and even better, both!
I'll be back soon, till then take care and stay safe maple (wow I felt like an mc for a moment)
Your secret santa, Ada <3
AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE BIRDDAY WISHES
And yes hehe I share a bday with Riki and I'm Yuna's twin I'm all levels of boushie đ
NO BUT LITERALLY ITS CRAZY so many of my friends have December birthdays too and then there's Christmas I mean like December just LEECHES money from you istg đ
Dw about being absent I understand having exams after all I'm about to take a hiatus for two weeks BECAUSE of my exams and busy schedule ;-; it kind of sucks jasjskek BUT DONT LET THIS STRESS YOU OUT and focus on your exams ;) IM ROOTING FOR GOOD GRADES
I will give you some of my ults for descriptions (because my bias list is too long ;-;) also there's a lot to this, so more under the cut ;)
Taehyung - he was my first for everything in the kpop aspect. He was the reason I started learning everyone's names in BTS, he was my first bias, he was the first idol I actually started caring about, he's also the first idol I started writing for. He's the reason I even considered fanfiction and the reason I fell so hard in the kpop world. I'm very attached to him and even if I grow out of this phase I will never be over him.
I think the things I like the most about him is just...EVERYTHING. I fell for his smile, his laugh, his eyes, HIS PERSONALITY, I love the fact that he's the kind of person who cares about people silently but he cares with the little things he doesn't necessarily have to always speak to show how he cares about others AND THATS SO CUTE. Plus he's so precious and gets so shy when others show him affection and love and the way he treats others as though THEY ARE THE MOST PRECIOUS THING HES EVER SEEN IN THE WORLD
ISTG I'm so whipped ;-;
Bangchan - this mans is literally my comfort character. He helps me through so much and most days I just want to give him great biggest hug and tell him that he's doing amazing and he's worth all the love in the world and more. LITERALLY JUST THINKING ABOUT HIM MAKES ME WANT TO CRY. he's literally amazing and I hate how he doubt himself so often, I just want him to know that even if no one else does ill stay by his side because he stayed by mine when I needed
PLUS HIS LAUGH IS JUST THE PRECIOUS THING
Hongjoong - I have such love and respect for him. He always manages to make me smile and cry just as quickly. I look at him and I just think...he must be so strong. Hongjoong goes through so much and loves so much, and he bears such burdens of the group without one complaint or a single utterance for his own concern. He just seems like he'll be the most loyal and accepting person on this planet, I can't describe it.
PLUS THE TALENT THIS MANS HOLDS AND THE DUALITY AND THE WAY HE IS LITERALLY THE MOST PRECIOUS HUMAN BEING I CANT
Niki - I have a strange attachment with this smol child. Though he's more like a younger brother to me, I can't help but admire him and how strong he is. He's been through so much at such a young age and he's remained resilient and happy through it all. Just thinking of him and his success makes me smile.
Hes adorable and relatable to me AND ISTG HES HILARIOUS. Riki is like the friend I wish I had or the bestie I wish I could have gone to school with. If he was my actual brother I SWEAR ID BE SUCH A GOOD SISTER OMG. Sometimes I just want to give him a hug and let him know it's okay to cry sometimes and it doesn't make him weak. HAIANSID GOD I WISH I COULD MEET HIM ONE DAY AND LET HIM KNOW HOW HAPPY HE MAKES ME.
Yuna - LITERALLY MY TWIN ISTG I LOVE HER. We are so alike and yet so different and every time I think of her I know I want to meet her. She'd be the first person I'd wish could he my friend and it'd be amazing to actually grow close to her. Every time I see her I just think how can she exist. She's just too sweet, too funny, too pretty, too talented and my literal boost of serotonin.
I only wish her the happiest of moments and the happiest life. I hope her tears are few and she can live her life with no regrets because that is what I hope for myself and more.
That's all I have today! Sorry I kind of ranted there ;-; but those are my babies I can't ignore
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Hi, can I request the reactions of S and M boys finding their s/o is pregnant ? Thank you! I hope you understand what I mean, because my English is not very good.
Admin Ki: Your English is fine (dare say better than my own smh)
Shu
Heâs happy, but canât quite shake the feeling that heâs not going to be the best father due to his lazy nature.
Will support s/o through it all though, and is glad to be a father
Donât expect him to be willing to help you 24/7 though, you may be carrying the child but thereâs only so much heâll do this lazy ass
Reiji
Honey youâve got literally the best person to look after you ever.
He doesnât show it but he is very happy.
This child is gonna have the best education tbh
Childâs gonna be smarter than you and Reiji combined sorry I donât make the rules
Ayato
Ore-Sama over here is gonna be the best father ever.
Heâs not please help him he has no idea what heâs doing
Just get him to go get Reiji whenever he doesnât know what heâs doing.
Despite that, heâs over the moon his child is gonna be the best.
Kanato
Not too happy at the idea of someone else taking away your attention.
However if it mean indirect attention towards him heâs happy.
He may not interact much with the child until theyâre at least 4-5.
Laito
Heâs so happy heâs already buying all this shitÂ
Please stop him itâs getting out of hand
You want ice-cream at 4am? Here have 6 tubs of it
Please call Reiji before things get out of hand
Subaru
Poor bunny is worried itâs not what you want and that heâll be a bad father just hug him, give him a hug, fucking do it
Heâs so happy after that though (he might cry once it really sinks in)
Will be your errand boy itâs so precious
Ruki
Ah yes the other bookworm
Heâll just smile and itâs the truest fucking smile youâll ever see i s2g
Takes full care of you throughout the pregnancyÂ
Bless this man tbh what would we do without Ruki
He is rather strict with yourâŠ. less than normal cravings though
Kou
Much like Laito heâs blowing money faster than Subaru can nyoom
Heâs super hyped
Little Neko-chan/kun
Heâs actually really good with kids????
Yuma
Literally the best father all the other boys can meet me in the fucking pit
Not the best during pregnancy but really you canât complain
I can assure you your child will grow up strong and healthy thanks to Yumaâs garden of wonder
Azusa
Asks his brothers for help but in the end doesnât need it
Heâs so, so happy, to be having a child with s/o
Pure boy loves to put his hand on s/oâs stomach and feel for a kick even when theyâre only like⊠1 month in lmao
#diabolik lovers#admin ki#headcanons#sakamaki#mukami#sakamaki shu#sakamaki reiji#sakamaki ayato#sakamaki kanato#sakamaki laito#sakamaki subaru#mukami ruki#mukami kou#mukami yuma#mukami azusa
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