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cl-babydew · 4 years ago

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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 isn’t wrong. The world isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, and he’s 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 doesn’t want to show that he’s 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. It’s like a sibling thing, “No one can call them that, except me!” I love that a lot! XD It’s cute!

3.) His relationship with the others! I really love seeing him interact with the campers, and counselors! XD It’s always fun! Plus, he tends to learn from many of them, even tho he’ll never admit that! X3

4.) The fact that he’s saved the camp more times then Space Kid can count!! XD The boy literally states that he hates the place!! He’s tried to get rid of it, or run away!! But obviously failed each time! Tho the one time he doesn’t do anything, the camp gets sold!! But yet, all he wants is to save it!! He saved the camp!! If it wasn’t for him, it wouldn’t still be up and running!! Gosh he’s grown so much, and it shows!! The camp’s basically became his home! We all know there’s 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, he’d never go back to his original home. So where? I think now, more then anything, he’d 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, he’d 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!! He’s only what? 10?! For someone to be that age, and be that smart!! It’s crazy!! And I love that about him!! The poor boy just wanted his Science Camp! XD I’m glad he’s at Camp Campbell tho! Definitely wouldn’t be the same without him! XD

2.) The way he reacts when talking to someone he likes, is precious!! XD He’s a stuttering mess, and I couldn’t ask for more!! Not gonna lie, I really did like him and Erin!! X3

3.) HIS NOODLE ARMS!! XD IT’S GREAT!!!! Just, YES! XD👏

4.) This may sound werid, but the fact that he’s shy to use the bathroom when others are nearby, etc. is precious! XD Plus, I can relate! I mean, who couldn’t tho? XD

5.) Sometimes, he’s the sane one of the group, and sometimes he just really isn’t. And that’s 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, he’s trying to steal Space Kids blood for an experiment! XD Poor Space Kid!

I just— I can’t! 🤣

Nikki:

1.) I love how hyper she is, to the point she’d probably have to be kept on a leash of some sort! XD I wouldn’t 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 it’s 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 “found someone that makes him smile”, even if that wasn’t exactly the case! XD In my opinion, I think she’s the bow holding that trio together!! One more thing, “You know what else I love about Christmas? You guys.” 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 we’ve seen in New Adventure!! Not only that group, but she’s hung around Harrison, being fascinated by his magic!! She’s just so out there, and it’s such a good thing to see!

4.) She’s pretty innocent, unlike the others! XD We’ve seen this many times! XD I love the scene with David tho!! XD “Did you...” snickers, “hold hands?” XD She’s so precious!! XD

5.) I love how dominant and tomboyish she is! XD I’m so happy she isn’t anything like the other girls from the other camp!! She’s herself, and not trying to impress anyone, or fit in!! She also knows how to stand her ground, she doesn’t need anyone to rescue her from her problems! XD She can handle them. Well, sometimes anyway! XD

Max’s face makes me melt! X,3

Preston:

1.) The fact that he’s 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 they’re able to reference to some more popular musicals!!! XD That’d be so cool to see!!!! He’s 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 he’s 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 aren’t even sure on what’s going on. Tbh tho, some plays/musicals are really confusing, or make no sense! XD I hope one day he’s 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. He’s put so much work into the others, and he wants that acknowledgement! It’s understandable by many of us! When you work so hard on something, but it doesn’t get that acknowledge, yet that other project that you didn’t even try on, got it! It’s nice to know that project got it, but it makes the progress you made, feel like it wasn’t worth it, or feel like it wasn’t progress at all. Okay, maybe I should get back on track! XD The point is, that’s most likely how he’s feeling! This just makes his character more understandable. (Maybe I just look too deep into things? XD)

5.) All in all, he’s 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)!! She’s 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!! She’s 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 others’ isn’t ether! XD

5.) She’s 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.) He’s an awkward dork, and I love him! XD I love how one minute he can be totally confident in what he’s 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 wasn’t expecting, but I loved! XD It’s crazy!! It’s 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.) He’s so interesting!!!!! I want more of him!!! A lot more!! There’s 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 didn’t really care for the way his voice sounded. It seemed at first that the VA wasn’t doing a good job. Though I have to admit, it’s totally grown on me, and I’ve grown to love it as the episodes progressed!! I learned that it wasn’t 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?!!!!! 🙈 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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sambergscott · 5 years ago

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a peralta guarantee

“I promise I’ll come home safe, Ames. That’s a Peralta Guarantee.”

(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 she’s been craving from the bakery across town, she knows he’s 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 it’s b and c; he wants something she’s not going to like.

“Hey, babe,” he tries to play it cool, clearing a butt-sized space on her desk on which to sit. “I come bearing gifts.”

“What do you want, Peralta?” She cuts to the chase.

“Damn it, you know me too well,” he mutters. “OK, so, here’s the thing: Doug Judy’s gettin’ married. He invited me to his Bachelor Party this weekend and I know he’s a criminal, Ames, but I really wanna go. Like, so bad. Would you be cool with that?”

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, he’s Jake’s 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. He’s always been nice to her and—.

“Sarge?” Gary interrupts her decision-making process with a quick question about a perp he just brought in, snapping her back to reality. She’s a Police Sergeant, her job is to serve and protect the city they call home and as much as she loves cooking her mom’s beef casserole recipe in Judy’s awesome wedding gift, she has a responsibility to bring him in.

“I’m sorry, babe. I just think it’s a bad idea.”

His face falls, his disappointment coming through loud and clear.

“What 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?”

“You’re right,” he sighs. “You’re obviously right. Man, being good at your job sucks.”

She nods in agreement. “Remember last month when I had to shut that binder store down for running a secret drug dealing operation out back?”

“How could I forget? You cried for three days straight.”

“They had the best binder collection I’ve ever seen!”

(It was actually what was so fishy about it. In four trips to buy pregnancy binders, she hadn’t seen any of the founding members of the Brooklyn Binder Babes blog — Mary Sue, Catherine, Margaret or Jane — once. And there’s no way a stationery start-up would attract such long queues without their recommendation. It was a pretty easy solve from there).

“The point is, you can’t go to a criminal’s Bachelor Party.” She pats his hand. “You’ll just have to come maternity clothes shopping with me instead. None of my jeans fit me anymore.”

“As much as I would love to, you can take Kylie. I’m going to the party.”

“What?” She double-takes. “Jake, did you not listen to what I literally just said? We’re cops. We cannot be friends with criminals.”

“But we can be friends with informants who have helped us catch numerous, even bigger, more dangerous criminals,” 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. “Captain Holt has given him immunity before, so technically I should be able to go party it up with him in Miami!”

“Wait... It’s in Miami? Miami... Florida?”

It’s a stupid question, she knows. Of course he means Miami, Florida. It’s 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 they’d 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.

“This isn’t like last time,” he reassures her. “It’s only for a weekend and then I’ll be coming straight home for snuggles with you and —,” he lowers his voice to a whisper because they haven’t told anyone she’s pregnant yet, “the baby.”

Her eyes fill with tears and she bites her lip so hard to stop them overflowing in front of all her uniformed officers. It’s pretty clear that he wants to go and she never wants to be one of them wives who control their husbands’ every move. All she wants is for him to be happy. And if going to Doug Judy’s Bachelor Party makes him happy, he should go, no matter how much she hates the entire state of Florida. She agrees, on one condition: “You have to text me hourly updates to let me know that you’re still alive.”

“Don’t I text you constantly anyway?”

“I guess so,” she sniffs.

He lifts her chin so she’s looking him in the eyes. “I promise I’ll come home safe, Ames. That’s a Peralta guarantee.”

“You better,” 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 “Yippie-Ki-Yay, motherfucker”, 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 he’ll be home before she knows it and that nothing, not even the worst state in the country, will tear him away from her.

When it’s 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 OK’ed 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 😘.

Her phone buzzes periodically throughout the rest of the day.

In a meeting with Holt and Terry: flying on mark cuban’s dope ass private plane!!!!! ✈️

Cooking dinner: florida is HOT (not as hot as u babe, dont worry)

Doing her crossword in bed: g’night ames, g’night 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 he’s doing, whether he’s 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. He’s mostly sent her random, meaningless emojis and keysmashes, interspersed with the odd “I love you”, “you’re my best friend” and “I’m thinking about you” 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, he’s sent her 10 more.

She decides for her sake — and the sake of all of her officers who would have to deal with a tired, emotional pregnant lady — 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. She’s still awake.

She turns her phone back on to see what Jake’s up to now, only to see his messages ended abruptly with a caterpillar emoji over an hour ago.

She immediately panics, dialling 911 into her phone.

Her thumb hovers over the green call button.

She’s 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 hadn’t heard from him while he’s at a Bachelor Party, she’s 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: He’s 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: He’s 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: He’s fallen asleep (although a quick check of Trudy Judy’s insta reveals the party is very much still in full flow)

Scenario 5: Judy’s 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.

Some rookie taking over his desk.

The sympathetic looks when she tells all the other moms in baby group that her husband died.

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 can’t lose him. Not yet. Not until they’re 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 can’t lose him yet. They have so much more life left to live.

She can’t 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, it’s me, Jake. Judy’s buddies found out I’m a cop + destroyed my phone. So sorry I couldn’t text before. Hope you didn’t worry too much, although I know you probably haven’t slept. You can stop worrying now. I’m safe. Love you + see you tomorrow.

Love you too, she responds, yawning as she places the phone back on the side table.

Relieved that he’s OK, and exhausted from all the worrying, she falls into the easiest sleep she’s ever had.

Before she knows it, it’s the next afternoon, Jake’s keys are turning in the lock, he’s dropping his holdall on the floor and rushing to her side to kiss her all over her face.

“I missed you too,” she laughs, kissing him properly.

“Sorry it took so long — Doug and Trudy made me fly commercial —.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re home now. That’s all that matters.”

“I’m never leaving you two again,” he swears.

“You’ll have to leave us eventually to go to the bathroom and stuff,” she points out, raking her fingers through the unruly curls that she so hopes their baby will inherit. “Just don’t go back there.”

A solemn understanding passes over his face and he nods. “Never again. Not even if our kid wants to go to Disney World. We’ll take them to the California one instead.”

“Smort,” she says, stealing his line and in an instant, that familiar grin is back.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A dozen memories flood back, of oldies in short shorts and shuffleboard and Doug Judy getting away again. Of noice and smort and saying “I love you” for the very first time. Her eyes fill with tears — dumb pregnancy hormones strike again — as she buries her face in his shoulder.

“Let’s go to bed,” 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. “Did we even get an invite to the wedding?”

“Not even close,” he sighs.

“Damn it. I would’ve loved to see that trainwreck.”

“You and me both, babe. You and me both.”

#b99 fic #jake x amy #my writing #it's taken me 2 full days to write this lemme know what you think

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imagine-a-killingharmony · 6 years ago

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V3 Boys + Cat Cafe

The V3 boys going to a cat Cafe with S/o!

Hi this is incredibly blessed??? I’m so happy I started an imagines blog because I get hit with such happy inspiration like this, this is completely adorable I can’t even lie.

I have two kitties!!! kitties are greaaaat!!! I’m sorry dog ppl fight me (please don’t I’m joking and my bones are like twigs,,,)

-Mod Shuichi

Kiibo

When you had been wanting to show Kiibo what an: “Cat Cafe” 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 he’s 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 kitten’s head, their fur is soft... quite soft, they let out another mewl of appreciation that just tugs at his heartstrings.

“... S/O...? Can... Can we adopt a cat? Or come here more often, forgive me for the sudden request...” He picks the cat up, as carefully as he can. “... I... I-I think I’ve fallen in love... waaah....”

As soon as you leave, the two of you immediately go to buy a kitten despite how much: “responsibility” you keep telling him it will be.

Only reason you allow it? Kiibo let you name the lil’ guy “Ki-boo”, he can’t even bring Ki-boo to the professor’s lab, so you just got yourself a cat for your boyfriend to pet whenever he comes over.

This isn’t fair trade!

It really isn’t.

But... Kiibo’s happy? Yeah, no this still isn’t 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 didn’t know what to do about the cats that were moving in towards him...

Does... he pet them? Yeah that’s right he’s supposed to pet them, but he’s worried he might press a little too hard against the cat’s 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. “Um... I-I’m Shuichi... hey there.”

You’ve never felt happier for his sake.

Ryoma Hoshi

This? This is his hometown, his utopia, his paradise, if he had his own personal heaven? It’d 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 you’d 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 he’s 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, c’mon save some for the rest of us!

“It’s alright... m’ not gunna’ hurt ya’, just continue to be carefree right’...? Do whatever, be free.”

“... Hey. S/O do ya’ want in on some of the affection? C’mere, all of em’ don’t 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 doesn’t 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 aren’t ever going to change it ever.

Kaito Momota

“Woah? There’s a cafe where cats are just... lying around in the open? Well color me surprised! I had no clue!”

“Yes. Yes Kaito, we are literally sitting inside that cafe.” You motion towards the kitten sitting on the top of his lap. “How did you not notice until now?”

You had invited Kaito to come with you to a drive to a “Cat Cafe”, he said yes so you assumed he knew what it was, why he hadn’t 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, “ooooooh” as he stared about at all the cat’s 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. “This is Milkyway.”

He points in the distance to a black cat hissing at the two of you. “That’s Meteor!”

“Kaito you know we might not even come back here again right? How much cats have you just named?”

“... Twenty! N’ m’ looking forward to namin’ ten more-! That’s shooting star!” Huh, your pretty sure these little guys already have names, but this is fine. Kaito’s happy, who does it hurt?

Rantaro Amami

Rantaro Amami knows a lot of things.

He’s seen through a lot of things.

But most importantly he’s willing to try out a lot of things!

He’s never been to a Cat Cafe, he’s extremely foreign to the concept of it but he’s willing to try it out when you ask if you want to join him.

Rantaro’s more of a dog-person but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like cats, so when you went inside he was just adoring all of the felines with a serene expression...

Other than that? He doesn’t really have a reaction, just letting out some comments about how this place is just “so adorable”.

“Wow S/O isn’t this just purr-fect?” He end it off with a little chuckle, pushing back down into his seat satisfied with his own joke. “Mhm, I’m feline just fine.”

“Rantaro don’t you start doing puns on me. I trusted you.”

“What? I’m just telling you how meow-velous I feel about the fact you brought me here with you.” Rantaro gives you that charming smile, yet you can’t help but to groan as you sink down towards the floor.

Gonta Gokuhara

“Gonta thinks insects are better!”

“I know Gonta.”

“Do you think there might be a cafe with insects inside of it instead of other animal? Gonta sure hopes so!”

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!

Gonta’s 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.

“Oh? What’s that? You don’t want Gonta to leave? It’s okay! Gonta won’t leave anytime soon, it’s a gentlemen’s oath!”

Those cats are stealing your man from you.

You crawl forward before nuzzling up against him earning a confused: “hm” from Gonta, you need your attention too! You aren’t going to lose some cats!

“What are you doing S/O? You aren’t making enough space for other kitten-friends...” ... 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 didn’t seem so bad, Kokichi was just telling the cats to come near him, with little hand gestures. Promising he didn’t 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.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to cat-nap every feline I see so I can adopt them all into my evil organization? Isn’t that obvious S/O?” He places the cat in his hands into the garbage bag before running towards more of his prey, cackling!

“KOKICHI NO!!!”

Korekiyo Shinguuji

Humanity is magnificent for coming up with such genius ideas such as this aren’t they?

Korekiyo’s already done research on what a cat cafe is of course he has he knows everything and anything, but he’s never gone inside of one so this would be a new expierence for him.

It wasn’t 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, that’s all.

“... Korekiiiiiyo.” You held up a black beauty of a feline infront of your boyfriend. “C’mon pet it, it’s begging for attentiiiiiooon?”

“Oh yes, this reminds of of a myth I heard, did you know that it’s myth that black cats are a sign of bad luck? Of course it’s only myth.” He strokes the kitten lightly at the top of it’s head

“Less talking more petting! This kitty’s so touched-starved see?”

“Then why don’t you pet it?”

“... Cuz’ you gotta’, just gotta man.” 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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tellywoodtrash · 6 years ago

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wow, anika gets the bed? where’s shivaay? still on the floor?

oh guess he took the sofa tonight.

THANK GOD SHE DOESN’T SLEEP WITH DUPATTA ON. I REMEMBER HER DOING THAT A FEW TIMES IN THE OU.

... these days whose first instinct isn’t to just take their phone and call the person??? no one goes anywhere without their phone.

of course he’s in the kitchen.

... uh shivaay? u ok bro? whatcha got going on there buddy?

ok none of the dishes he prepared seem to be sweet. why are there 4 million boxes of dark brown sugar here then????

huh??? that’s not what “organic” means???/ and how would he know if it’s been touched by anyone???

ok firstly he has a friend who’s not a brother????? how???? secondly, ohhhh boyyy, mohit is his best friend and he’s gonna fuck him over goooooood. just like daksh did in the OU. oh shivaay, why can’t you pick better friends????

aw man he looks so happy. this poor boy.

“ek baar kisi ne uske khaane mein kuch milaa diya tha... aur woh marr gaya tha.”

LMAO WHAT????!?!?!!??????????? AND WHY ARE YOU SAYING THAT SO CASUALLY???????????

“phir woh waapas aa gaya.”

all hail the immortal mohit. i’m already super intrigued by him.

mohit’s a magician. like... LITERALLY.

oh apparently shivaay’s an oxford man in this universe. (as opposed to cambridge in the OU.)

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 that’s what his degree’s in???)

also yeah we definitely know how mohit is going to fuck up everything here. through his illusions and shit. they shouldn’t have revealed this right at the get go.

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?

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.

shivaay seems verrrrrrry excited to introduce his ‘sirf dost’ to his best dost.

but i still don’t get why he’s prepared like, 50 meals for him???????

ok idk what kinda high maintenance weirdass “friendship” 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.

JUST TELL THE TRUTH SHIVAAY, MOHIT’S AN EX BOYFRIEND ISN’T HE? LIKE, COME ON. HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE DOES THE FIRST SECOND HE WAKES UP OTHERWISE????

headcanon: mohit is in the redux what advay was in the OU. cute college roomie who shivaay experimented with.

GAURI IS ME. I AM GAURI.

“best friend ka pata nahi, par ajeeb zaroor hain.”

SEE????? GAURI IS ME.

lol i love how prinku sees aniri and instantly is like YES WHO AND WHAT ARE WE GOSSIPING ABOUT TODAY????

god how many fucking times has shivaay almost died in this universe????

also jaan toh khanna ne bhi bachaayi hai uski. koi usko kyun nahi maanta????? #RespectKhanna2k18

PRINKU CASUALLY HOLDING HANDS WITH GAURI AS THEY WALK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DANG DUDES I THINK I SHIP RIKU????? PRINKU’S CERTAINLY MAKING MORE OF A MOVE THAN OMKARA HAS IN ALL THESE DAYS. #theOberoiThatDeservesRi

literalllllllllllllly die in a fire, dadi.

ok thank god at least for a few days this old battleax will calm the f down with the hate.

the fuck you mean khud fly karke aa raha hai???? like... LITERALLY? FLAPPING HIS OWN WINGS, AS OPPOSED TO IN AN AIRCRAFT?

idk man, in this show anything’s possible. also he’s 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 it’s quieter????

mohit sounds hella irresponsible if he’s on the phone while piloting a chopper.

yeah mohit don’t give a fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk about the weather.

WHY ARE THESE MEN YELLING AT SHIVAAY???? LIKE, ISN’T THERE SOME AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL TOWER WHERE THEY CAN COMMUNICATE WITH MOHIT DIRECTLY AND NOT GIVE HIM CLEARANCE TO LAND?

lmao all of them yelling and waving this is just the dumbest fucking bullshit everrrrrrrrrrrr.

he landed just fine, you idiots.

aaaaaaaaaand the chopper just blew up. not that safe a landing i suppose.

for sure an “illusion” by mohit.

itna toh shivaay anika ke liye bhi nahi chillaaya tha kal. more faraq here, definitely.

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.

ohhhhhhhh boy. what a terrible hammy entry under the guise of swag.

lmao where did SHE appear from?

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.

lol what is this ridiculous chammiya music that’s the theme to mohit and his gal pal???????????

yeah this is how you already know that mohit is a fucking TERRIBLE friend, that he pranks his “best friend” with this kinda garbage, and is nonchalantly asking him “kya hua? darr gaya?”

“tera jadoo kisi ki jaan lega ek din.” “kisi ki nahi, teri.”

yeah, toxic friend alert. literally fuck off mohit. you’re cute and all but i don’t like you.

also what on the nose foreshadowing. kuch toh fucking subtlety rakho????????

“zinda hoon main, CHOO KE DEKH LE.”

mohit, not in front of the wife!

oh yikes, her accent is terrible. why not just have her speak in english?

some friendship this is, he didn’t even invite him to his wedding.

lmao ok shivaay also got married without telling him, so i suppose they’re even in this case.

ahaa. mohit already knows.

man tej is a damn gossip. now we know where rudra gets his non-ability to keep a secret from.

yeah you two shady fuckers and your jadoo aren’t fooling me oneeeeeeee bit.

ohohohohoooooo namaste and all. waah bhai, kya sanskaar hain.

literally 3 minutes into this and i’m 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 HE’S SHADY AF????? YOU HAVE THE INSTINCTS OF SOMEONE BORN YESTERDAY.

god aadhe se zyaada episode toh in saalo ke entry par chala gaya.

now i suppose we’ll have to see aniri gush over him?//

oh so shivaay’s perfectly fine introducing anika to his best friend as “biwi” huh?????

dang anika, i’ve never seen you this excited in this universe ever.

is it this sari? i think it’s this sari. she gets very hyper whenever she wears it.

gauri is internally screaming DI CAN YOU CHILL PLZ YOU’RE COMING ACROSS AS SO EMBARRASSING (same as me.)

mohit calling anika “so cute” is a big fucking mood.

when the fuck will shivaay appreciate????????

yeaaaaaaaah mohit. wait till you find out the real story. you should get a reallllllll kick outta it.

... is there a reason nancy had to be a foreigner? other than the fact that she’s played by one?

“kuch zyaada hi ganda hai” lmaooooooooooooo mohit you savage SHE’S TRYING YOU BITCH

oh goddddddddddd nancy you literally just walked in, can you settle down a little before you start interrogating people on their “love story”???

...... so they’re just avoiding that direct question and are having this conversation about mohit’s jadoo instead???

also shivaay is like pls no more jadoo today.

IS ANYTHING EVEN GONNA HAPPEN IN TODAY’S 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.

god anika is being pushy and weird as fuck.

“gauri, psssst.”

“sambhaalo apni behen ko.”

lmao gauri is suchhhhhhhh a farmabardaar saali. instantly pulling anika up to her and glaring, on orders from jiju. #shivRi4ever

adorable girls!!!!!!!!!!!!

“hopefully YEH waala jhoomar na gayab kar de, warna bade papa bade naraaz ho jayenge.”

“kyun? unko jadoo pasand nahi?”

“nahi unhe jhoomar zyaada pasand hai.”

man i loveeeeeee prinku.

god anika you’re such an idiotttttt. aur un dono ko bhi pagal bana rahi ho.

“ab kabootar niklega!”

lmaoooo i’d like to see shivaay’s reaction to that, after finding out he hates alllllllll animals.

why does nancy put up with this man????? he seems highly annoying.

shivaay is as sick of anika’s bullshit as i am.

is dadi warming up a little to anika or just smirking at her being annoying (proving that she’s wrong for her precious billuuuuuuu???)

god anika you’re literally the worst today.

great more 2 rs waala jadoo tomorrow ughhhhhhhh.

OK WHAT PLOT I WANTED FOR RIKARA, RIKU ARE EXECUTING INSTEAD. THAT’S IT, I OFFICIALLY SHIP RIKU THIS UNIVERSE, SINCE THAT’S WHAT THEY’RE GIVING ME.

#ishqbaaz #ishqbaaaz #ib episode liveblogs #episode liveblogs

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scarletraven1001 · 6 years ago

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The Final Price (Chapter 7)

Chapter Summary: Vegeta’s 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: 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 couldn’t.

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 didn’t 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 it…

But she did not want to.

Vegeta’s 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.

“Stay safe. My precious Blue Moon…”

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.

“My Bulma…”

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.

“My Bulma…”

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 wasn’t 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 didn’t 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 mother’s small blond head peeked in, her normally jovial eyes brimming with concern while her small mouth was turned down in a sad frown.

“Bulma, baby? May I come in?”

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.

“Baby, you know I love you, right?” she said softly, reaching forward to stroke Bulma’s 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 Panchy’s eyes.

“You’re my little girl. And I love you. So, won’t you tell me what’s wrong?” the blond said, scooting closer to Bulma.

She started speaking again. “That morning, when those three men brought you here… you were unconscious and so pale.”

Bulma didn’t 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.

“When I asked them where the fourth man was,” Panchy continued, “they didn’t say anything. And you… you never spoke to me either, Bulma.”

Panchy began sobbing as she looked at Bulma, watched her pale blue eyes look back at her blankly. “I 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 don’t know why. Please baby, let me help you.”

Bulma drew her brows together, not even realizing that the tears had started flowing from her eyes, as well.

“Mom,” she said softly. “No one… no one can help me. It’s over.”

“No! Don’t say that, Bulma!” Panchy exclaimed, lunging at her and pulling her into her arms.

Panchy began to weep, soft, feminine sobs that broke Bulma’s 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.

“He’s gone mom! He’s gone! Vegeta’s gone!” Bulma kept wailing, pounding the mattress with her fists as the very words made her body ache physically.

“Oh Bulma, do you mean he left, or-”

“He’s dead!” 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 fool’s hope that if she didn’t say it, maybe it could stop being true...

“He’s dead! And I – I couldn’t do anything, mom! I just sat there. He’s gone!” she cried, slumping into her mother, seeking comfort from her mother’s loving hold.

But Bulma was trying to fool herself. She knew that her mother’s 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.

“Oh baby, I’m – I’m so sorry!” Panchy whispered into her hair as she rained kisses on Bulma’s 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.

“I 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,” Panchy said softly. “Oh Bulma, I am so sorry. I am so, so sorry.”

“I miss him, mom. I need him. I don’t know how I could go on,” 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.

“Bulma, I am sure that it hurts. But you have to try to move on. He… he would have wanted you to be happy, don’t you think?”

She nodded, sniffling loudly. “He… he gave his life for me. He refused to save himself because he wanted me to… to stay safe.”

Bulma peered up at her mother. “He… he called me, my Bulma. Do you… do you think he loved me, mom? Because I love him... I love him so much.”

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.

“Yes baby. I’m sure he did. It is impossible not to love you, my sweet little girl.”

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 Bulma’s 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 other’s arms, luxuriating in the warmth of their hearts.

A small feather fell onto her nose, cutting off her tender musings. 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.

“I am sorry for the pillow,” he said with a totally non-apologetic smirk. “I can fix it.”

“Nah, it’s alright. Leave it for now,” 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. “I rather like the reminder that I was just so good in bed that you had to rip something up. It’s so… feral.”

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.

“I will admit this much, Bulma,” he whispered, as if a part of him was hesitant to say the words. “Being with you tonight was… different.”

“Different in a good way?” she asked, breathless at his solemn confession.

He nodded. “I have never… It has never been this way before. I nearly lost control.”

“Maybe it has just been too long?” she asked, hoping that it wasn’t for that reason.

It had been so incredible for her, as well.

He shook his head, and she nearly sighed in relief.

“No, it is not that… you are my most incredible experience,” he admitted.

She flushed happily, beaming brightly up at him. “That’s great Vegeta, because… it was amazing for me, too.”

He smiled back.”Don’t let it get to your head, woman.”

She laughed, huffing jokingly as she answered. “Excuse me? You’re the one with the huge head!”

“Oh, is that how it is going to be?” 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.

“No! No tickling!” she yelled, trying in vain to push away from his hands.

He started laughing as well, tickling her sides more vigorously. “I got you now, and I am not letting go!”

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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.

“But you did let go, Vegeta. You let go…”

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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.

“Vegeta!” she screamed, heart pounding through her ribcage as she desperately tried to move towards him…

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.

“What are you doing here?!” she roared, making him visibly recoil.

How dare he get her hopes up?

How dare he remind her of what she had lost?

“Bulma, I’m sorry,” Goku said, raising his hands up in a gesture of placation. “I just wanted to check up on you again. I didn’t think you would be awake.”

Bulma’s rage continued to simmer. “What do you mean, again?”

Goku winced. “I have been checking on you once every three days. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

She finally untangled herself from her sheets, rising up to stand and glaring lividly at Goku.

“Look at me! Do I look alright to you, Goku?” she yelled.

She knew her anger was unwarranted, but she was unable to stem the venom that flowed through her.

Goku appeared to deflate. “No, you don’t. You don’t look alright at all. You look awful.”

She glared. “Oh well, thank you, Goku! I-”

“You look sick,” he said, brows furrowing. “You are very thin. You look like you aren’t eating.”

Bulma was taken aback as she noted Goku’s hands clenching, and she watched his face slowly morph from a look of concern to one of irritation.

“You ain’t taking care of yourself, are ya?” he accused, and Bulma cringed under the accusation in his eyes. “Bulma, why? You have to treat yourself better. You-”

“What’s the point?” she asked bitterly. “Why should I?! There’s nothing left for me here. He’s gone, so why should I even-”

“He gave his life for you!” Goku said loudly, shocking her into silence.

She gaped at him, watching his aura flare angrily around him.

“Our Prince, our leader, who we waited thirty Earth years for, gave up on a chance to reestablish the Saiyan race because he couldn’t bear to let you die. He gave up on his legacy,” Goku hissed, “because 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.”

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. “I 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.”

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.

“He… he was my idol,” Goku said, swallowing audibly. “He had been telling me that I had what it took to ascend, and I never would’a tried so hard if it weren’t for him always telling me that I could. It… it hurts to know that he is really gone.”

“It does. It really does hurt, Goku. I… I’m sorry if I’m like this… I just… I can’t handle it,” 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.

“You have to try Bulma. He wouldn’t wanna see you like this. And I’m here because I want you to be safe, like he asked. So I’m gonna try to look after you, alright?” he said. “I see why Vegeta liked you. You’re 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.”

She smiled sadly at him. “I… I am going to try. I am going to really try, Goku.”

He smiled back. “You should.”

8-8-8-8-8

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 – which he had to go back home for a second to retrieve from his wife, Chichi – 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.

8-8-8-8-8

“So this is what your family does for a living,” 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.

“Yep! We are engineers! Well, my father and I are. We are inventors; scientists, actually. And this is my home!” she crowed, gesturing grandly at the mess of parts before her.

“And what, exactly, are you working on here?”

“Well,” she began, lifting an energy source from her table, showing him the glowing liquid inside the large fiberglass capsule. “I am trying to make a compound that could function as an alternate energy source so we don’t have to be so dependent on gasoline. I know that there are several other methods now, but this one,” she shook it, “could potentially be powerful enough to send us to the moon with only a liter of it needed.”

“Impressive,” he agreed, studying the mixture. “So it is a highly-concentrated energy source that could potentially power your vehicles into farther distances, with far less quantity.”

“Yes!” she said, beaming with pride.

He frowned slightly. “Did 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.”

“What do you mean?”

“It would cause a chain reaction of sorts within your ship,” he explained. “The 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.”

She chewed her thumb nail thoughtfully. “So you’re saying that if I use this energy source, I need to adjust all other functions on the ship.”

He nodded. “But I am sure you already knew that. What you could consider is this: is your planet’s current technology ready for a machine that could accurately utilize this compound?”

She looked at him, impressed. She had no idea that he even had an interest in mechanical processes and electronics. “You make a good point. However, are you saying that this experiment is not practical, then?”

“I believe it would be ambitious to use this experimental fluid on a large machine, such as a space ship,” he clarified. “Perhaps, 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.”

She smiled at him then. “Why Vegeta, that is brilliant! Any suggestions on what I could use it on?”

Vegeta smirked. “How 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?”

Bulma stood from her chair, excited. “Vegeta, that’s a great idea!” she exclaimed, picking up the green capsule. “I’m going to start a different experiment right now!”

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.

8-8-8-8-8

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 – a mere medicine capsule-sized chamber of the fluid – 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.

8-8-8-8-8

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.

“Tch,” a very familiar voice said, the sound ringing clearly in her ears, as if the voice had come from her.

“This makes no sense,” 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 Vegeta’s 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 Vegeta’s body.

What a strange dream…

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 Nappa’s 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.

“Nappa,” Vegeta said. “How is the squad? Did you bring the boy with you?”

“The squad is fine, your highness,” Nappa responded. “As for the boy, Kakarot is within the larger ship with Raditz.”

Kakarot. That was Goku.

“Good. 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.”

Nappa looked shocked. “You believe so, my Prince?”

“Yes, I do. We need him to get stronger. He could be a powerful warrior, more so than Raditz and their father, Bardock, combined.”

“Raditz is a very strong fighter, your highness.”

“And Bardock, before his injury, was stronger. This boy is even stronger than that.”

Bulma listened to their exchange, realizing that this dream was about Vegeta’s time before he had been thrown into the ball.

“We will need him,” Vegeta continued, “in our rebellion against Frieza. I shall train him, myself.”

“He is but a boy, my lord,” Nappa responded.

“And 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.”

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.

“As you see fit, my Prince”, Nappa said, nodding his head in acknowledgment.

“If 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,” Vegeta said.

“And I am certain that he will be delighted to be trained by you,” Nappa said. “Raditz told me that the boy idolizes you tremendously. That he has said that he wishes to be just like the Prince.”

Bulma felt Vegeta smirk at that. “As he should.”

8-8-8-8-8

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.

“Wait a minute,” 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.

“Hello?” Goku greeted, voice thick with sleep.

“Goku! It’s Bulma.”

“Yeah, hi Bulma. It’s two in the mornin’,” he said.

“I know, and I’m sorry. But I need help,” she said.

Goku’s voice was more alert as he answered. “Are you in trouble?”

“Not really, but-” she cut herself off when the familiar glow of the instant transmission appeared in her bedroom once again.

“What’s up?” 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.

“Goku, I am so sorry. I just wanted to ask you…” she said, hesitating before she continued. “When you were younger, did Vegeta train you, because he thought you could be Super Saiyan?”

“Well yeah,” he answered. “He 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.”

She felt the blood drain from her face, as Goku tilted his head, regarding her more closely.

“He… Vegeta was taken hostage by Frieza, at one point, right?” she asked shakily.

Goku nodded. “He was with them for about seven Saiyan ages – fourteen Earth years – 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.”

Bulma felt her hands begin to shake as disbelief filled her.

She had been right… That was not a dream.

She had seen Vegeta’s memories.

But how?

Goku stared at her in concern. “Bulma, are you alright? Haven’t you been eating again, because you are a little pale.”

Bulma looked up at the tall Saiyan, a confused grin on her lips.

“I’m fine, Goku. More than fine. I think… I think I just dreamed of Vegeta’s memories.”

Goku’s eyes went wide. “What? How? That’s impossible, ain’t it?”

“I’m pretty sure that it’s supposed to be impossible,” she confirmed. “But I am sure. I saw Nappa, and I heard them talking about you having the power to ascend.”

Goku looked baffled. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “But I need something from you now, Goku. I need you to talk to Uranai.”

8-8-8-8-8

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 Vegeta’s 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 didn’t 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.

8-8-8-8-8

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.

“Dabura,” she felt herself say, and Bulma was once again surprised to realize that the voice belonged to Vegeta.

She was in Vegeta’s body, once again, probably dreaming of another memory.

Vegeta’s voice had been dripping in contempt, so Bulma thought that perhaps, this was a part of his servitude under Frieza.

“Hello, your majesty,” the large, demonic man greeted sarcastically. “I do hope you are enjoying your stay.”

“Fuck you,” Vegeta hissed.

“Unfortunately for you, I do not find you attractive,” Dabura laughed. “I believe the only ones who would ever fuck you are your Saiyan courtesans, because they didn’t really have a choice, did they?”

“Tch,” Vegeta said. “I’ll have you know that I was the favorite lay of all the Saiyan courtesans.”

“And who was your favorite lay, Prince Vegeta?”

Vegeta shut his mouth, pinching his lips hard against the urge to say something caustic back.

Dabura laughed. “Oh, I had nearly forgotten. You did fall hard for that little Earthling woman, did you not?”

“You fucking leave her out of this, Dabura,” 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 mean…

“Would you like to see her again, Prince?”

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.

“Watch, you wretch. Watch!” 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.

“Do you see, Vegeta? See how you have made this woman suffer?” 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.

“You 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,” Dabura whispered maliciously. “She would never have been targeted by Frieza, would never have had to suffer from her father’s trial. She would never have had to be in such pain…”

“Shut up!” Vegeta choked out. “Stop this, stop this right now!”

“Listen to her cry, Prince!” 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.

“Vegeta… Why… Why?” she heard her voice say weakly, and Vegeta closed his eyes, willing the vision and sound of her sadness away.

“Please…” Vegeta began, and Bulma was shocked at the rawness of his voice. “Please stop. Let her just live. She… she does not deserve to be in this sort of pain. This was all because of me.”

“Well, I am glad that you at least know that, Prince,” Dabura said gleefully, removing the mirror as he began to back away from Vegeta. “Until the next time, your highness.”

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.

“Bulma,” he whispered, his voice soft, loving, reverent. “Be safe, my beloved...”

8-8-8-8-8

As she woke from the dream, Bulma bolted up, her chest heavy with Vegeta’s 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 her…

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.

“Hello,” the man’s voice was more alert than the last time she had called, so perhaps, he had already been awake this time.

“Goku, hi.”

“Bulma, great that you called! I found something when I went to Uranai yesterday-”

“You can tell me later. I need you to come and pick me up, now,” she said.

Goku paused. “Where are we going?”

She grinned.

“We are going to Uranai, you and I,” she said. “We are going to bring Vegeta back.”

8-8-8-8-8

To be continued…

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Heyy bub, how are you ? Hope you have been taking care of yourself :)) I saw the plagiarism asks, and I’m shocked how blatantly people can lie, after copying someone else’s work. My heart goes out to all the fic writers like you, who take out their precious time to write amazing works for us ✨ Hope the writer who’s 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 it’s 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 :)

I saw that you have released previews of new fics that you are writing, and when i tell you, I’m super excited for each of them. I love how much research you put in each of your work, to make it as factually correct as possible. I truly appreciate your efforts 💗 [Love how you are writing about sunoo, i just realised the lack of sunoo fics.] Also if you have any good recs for sunoo, please spill </3

Also, i just went on engene twitter and, i literally saw minors being sexualised. Like why would you do that ? 🤦🏻‍♀️ They are idols, not some objects to fulfill your sexual fantasies. I’m the same age as jungwon, older than him by a few months i guess ? And all i wanna do is ask him how he has been ? And ni-ki, don’t get me started on how he is sexualised. I have a cousin of his age, and as result I always saw ni-ki as someone who was like a my younger brother ? Hope that makes sense. I truly hope, people come to their senses and stop engaging in these things.

And i saw 🦔 anon talking about their boards, i just saw the news that their term 1 result was declared ? I wish to tell them all the best for their results and hope they score well. Please convey my best wishes to them.

And sorry, for the long ask, and also please don’t overwork yourself. Have a great day/night ahead 🌻

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hi 🌿 anon !!! how have you been love? 🥰 also omg i saw your recent ask and can assure you the ask wasn’t eaten !! i’m sorry for taking a while to get to this 🤧💖

also right !! 😣 i feel so bad that cat and lana had to deal with so much lying and gaslighting on top of that :(( it was really such an unfortunate situation…. especially since i know a lot of people were close with ira too 💔 that’s very sweet of you to say tho love ! :’) i also want to give all writers who work hard to write their own works a biggg shoutout 💖💖 and unfortunately i think that apology they got was a bit overdue but :///

also yes i’m part of a research team !!! i was so so excited to be picked because they only choose three students 🤧 i think my interview was just very good HAHAH i clutched up because i wanted it badly 😵‍💫 but omg best of luck for your retest and it makes me so happy that you’re enjoying psychology 🥰💕

AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH IM GLAD YOU LIKE THE PREVIEWS :D and omg i wanted to make the wormhole part as factual as possible since it’s a big part of the story, so i was doing as much research as i could :’)) for this one jake fic i’m writing i’m also doing research on theories on how the universe will (eventually) die and it’s so much fun 🥰 AHH RIGHT THERES A DISAPPOINTING LACK OF SUNOO FICS D: but i recommend checking out magical boy sunshine saves the day! (again) by @/orpheyeux 🤍🤍

not enha twitter again :((( i’ve never seen a fandom so obsessed with sexualizing the minors of the group, it’s so sad to see :// especially since enha is a relatively new group as well so it just makes me worried about how this is going to pan out long-term :( and exactly !! they’re not objects of your fantasies and people need to stop treating them as outlets for their sexual needs 😭😭

i told 🦔 anon btw !!! i find it so sweet that you wished her 🥰💖 makes me so happy to see the little interaction <33 OMG DONT APOLOGIZE FOR THE LONG ASK LOVE i love receiving them and it makes me feel so happy to divulge into a deeper conversation ☺️💕

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MAYHEM 2018 - WEEK 4 - [ANON A] “THE FINAL PRICE”

Title: The Final Price

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 couldn’t.

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 didn’t 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 it…

But she did not want to.

Vegeta’s 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.

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.

“Stay safe. My precious Blue Moon…”

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.

“My Bulma…”

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.

“My Bulma…”

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 wasn’t 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.

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 mother’s small blond head peeked in, her normally jovial eyes brimming with concern while her small mouth was turned down in a sad frown.

“Bulma, baby? May I come in?”

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.

“Baby, you know I love you, right?” she said softly, reaching forward to stroke Bulma’s 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 Panchy’s eyes.

“You’re my little girl. And I love you. So, won’t you tell me what’s wrong?” the blond said, scooting closer to Bulma.

She started speaking again. “That morning, when those three men brought you here… you were unconscious and so pale. When I asked them where the fourth man was, they didn’t say anything. And you… you never spoke to me either, Bulma.”