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dreadsuitsamus · 2 years ago

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Lost Part Three | Vegeta x Reader |

part one | part two | part four | part five | part six

author's note: sorry for the wait! i had a hard time getting a good flow with this chapter, and am not very satisfied with what i have here, unfortunately. i hope that for part 4 i will feel better about my writing, and that you all will as well

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: canon-typical violence, ignore the canon timeline of events

Vegeta's ears ring, sounding as if he'd gone underwater when he hears Bulma yelling for his attention. He doesn't look for her, still locked onto that deadly serious look in your eye that's piercing his soul. He sees your sadness deep inside, how crushed you are to have to tell him of his son's betrayal. He feels like his stomach has dropped out of his body and his skin pales, knees giving out underneath him and sending him to the ground. He blinks slowly and looks in the fire, swearing he can see the image of his young son in the flames; the picture flickers back and forth from the strong young man he'd idealized, and then a more grimy, hateful man that barely resembles his oldest child.

"No… It… Can't be." Vegeta closes his eyes, determined not to cry in front of Kakarot and Bulma. This isn't their business, and he's getting angry with the way Bulma's pushing and prodding at him for answers. Her voice, shrieking and irritating, demanding things left and right without a care for what he's gone through since you came back into his life, strikes a particular nerve and his head throbs with every syllable she screeches.

"Vegeta!" She yells from the helicopter, luckily unable to land in the forest, else she'd be even closer to his migraine. "You scumbag, you haven't told me a damn thing! First you're married and now you have a-"

"Shut UP!"

Vegeta's eyes widen when he hears your voice. Your tails whips angrily and you've clenched your fists tightly, flying right up into Bulma's face. His hands grip into his sides, his stomach threatening to empty out the moment he tries following you to place himself in front of her. "No… Don't… Don't hurt her!"

You ignore Vegeta's weak plea, looking the woman that's stolen your husband directly in her eyes. "If you shriek one more time, I'll kill you." You growl.

A small hand slips into yours, and you nearly snap your neck when you feel it, seeing Gohan's concerned face looking up at you. Immediately you're subdued, having a soft spot for that young boy, your face falling; you've stepped out of line now. You allow him to lead you away from Bulma, from the scene entirely, despite your rage and desire to be close to Vegeta.

Bulma's eyes are wide, her heart racing and veins ice-cold from your threat. You'd seemed so kind before your memories returned; and now, you've become a savage. She eyes Vegeta, noticing the haunted look in his eye as he stares down the fire. He hadn't budged a bit, not even after you threatened her life.

"I… Think you should take Chi-Chi and Trunks home." Goku says carefully.

"Are you kidding me?! How do you expect me to-!"

"Bulma!" Chi-Chi snaps. "Let's go. Goku, don't let her run off again. Bring her home."

Goku nods at his wife's order, following the direction you and Gohan left in. Bulma glares at her friend, but Chi-Chi doesn't back down to her. "It's not all about you, Bulma. Let's go."

Bulma huffs and turns the copter to go back to Capsule Corp, leaving Vegeta alone by that stream. The prince gazes into the fire again, seeing the image of the bastard that nearly killed you (His son!! How in the hell did it come to this?!) and he feels a fresh sheen of sweat on his face right before he loses the control on his stomach and vomits, coughing and spluttering once there's nothing left. The ground is cool and damp when he falls back onto it; all he can hear is the flow of water and the crackle of the fire before it all goes dark.

Gohan's led you to a cliff, sitting beside you in comfortable silence. "My acceptance letter came in the mail."

You turn to look at him, the only light you've got in your life. "Yeah? Good; I'm proud of you, hon."

His smile lights your own eyes up. "You'll keep helping me study, right?"

"You'll keep your training up?" You smile gently at the boy. He's got the sweetness your son used to harbor, but you know his human side makes him pure, unlike your full-blooded Saiyan son.

"Deal!" Gohan throws his arms around you, and you hug him tightly. You feel tears building and you pull Gohan just a tad closer to you, thankful he's allowing the bruising hug.

"It's gonna be okay." Gohan whispers before Goku lands nearby. He kneels on your other side and gently puts his large, warm hand on your shoulder.

"Hey there." He smiles so, so softly at you. "Been a few days. Let's go home."

You blink. "I…?"

"Always."

You look back in the direction you and Gohan had come from. You feel your husband's power level, though it's muted. He's likely unconscious, never being able to take shock very well. Where you would grow angry or remain calm, he'd faint. The wind chills the tips of your ears and a shiver tears through you, making a mockery of your thin jeans and tank top, hot-blooded Saiyan be damned against the cold air.

"Alright, Kakarot."

Goku scrunches his nose. "Aww, now that you remember stuff, are you gonna call me that now?" His lips push out into a pout, and you can't help but laugh at the pitiful look on his face.

"It is your name." You hum, buzzing your lips thoughtfully. "But… if you prefer Goku-"

"I do! Very much!"

You nod, carefully gripping his gi. "Let's go home."

"I thought you'd never ask!" Goku picks up Gohan, tossing him atop his shoulder and grinning at the boy's laugh, pressing his calloused fingers to his forehead.

Warmth is the first thing you feel, and the first thing you hear is Chi-Chi. Your chest rumbles with your laughter, which only serves to make her angrier, but simply hugging her calms the energy. "I know." You murmur into her dark hair. Her arms around you are tighter than you expected, and her strength impresses you.

"Go shower; you smell like Vegeta." She mumbles, delicate hands settling on your waist for a brief moment as she pulls back.

Fighting back the urge to smirk (he's your mate, dammit) you simply do as she says. Your thoughts travel to your son, remembering his rage and intent to kill. Ever since you found out Vegeta had been alive the entire time… V had changed. Your son had warped into a resentful, vengeful Saiyan. You'd lost count the amount of times he'd accused you of lying to him, or hiding him from his father. It was all nonsensical dribble, but V believed every word- and having no idea where it had come from, you still gave him the truthful answers you'd given him since he was young; but it wasn't enough for him.

You'd fought your son several times in the last two years, but this was the closest he'd gotten to killing you. It was as if his control was slipping each time; even with the power boost after your near-death experience, you'd have to train hard to be strong enough to only subdue.

Only subdue.

I can't kill him… He's all I've got left.

"Is this all you've got, Mother?!" V screams at you, a spitting image of Vegeta's rage.

You swipe your thumb over your lip, finding blood on it that you're not entirely sure came from your lip. Each strike of V's is true, the bruises and cuts on your face all the proof needed. You've trained him well; too well.

"I suppose time-out isn't going to work anymore."

"I'm not a child!" He roars, flying at you with the intensity of an explosion behind the fist you suddenly find against your stomach. The air leaves your lungs, the feeling of something rupturing inside. You cough, a splatter of blood from your bitten cheek staining his shirt. V backs away, leaving you to drop to your knees, cradling your stomach as your empty lungs beg for air, burning harshly with the first breath you can take.

"V… " Your eyes land on the pod you'd stolen, crushed and sporting a massive hole from the charged attack your son launched at you. You don't know what planet you're on or where you're close to, but if you don't find a way to get out soon… You're as good as dead.

"It didn't have to be this way, Mother." His footsteps crunch on the solid ground, approaching you with his hand glowing yellow.

"It still doesn't have to." You growl, eyes flicking from V's boots to the pod he arrived in. "We can find your father together, V."

"We could've done that a long time ago, Mother! But you lied to me!"

Summoning the little strength that remains, you move your body right as his blast singes the ground, kicking his feet from under him and unleashing a flurry of punches to his face. Your heart's in a vice, beating in your only child's face like this. You just need to keep him down long enough to get away…

A final punch across his skull results in your son's loss of consciousness. Without preamble, you scramble to the pod to get the hell off this planet. You have no destination; as far away as you can get from V is the only specific you've got in mind.

I've got to find Vegeta…

There's an explosion after a handful of hours, and the next thing you know, you're staring at a face you've never seen before.

It's well past midnight when Vegeta makes it back to Capsule Corps. Carefully trudging through to not wake anyone, Vegeta strips the second he's in the bathroom for a scorching shower. His body is covered in dirt and sweat, not to mention he smells like fish from the stream… Though no matter how intensely he scrubs his skin, despite how red and raw he's made it, he cannot make the feeling of dirt vanish.

He feels like a two-timing son of a bitch. To both you and Bulma. He was content with his involvement with her, whatever it was, living together and raising their child… Something he missed out on with his firstborn. And that was another matter entirely; he hadn't even thought to tell her about his previous life. How could he? His heart, forever wounded by the loss and tortured by each and every what-if couldn't possibly take retelling the tragedy. He held no shame for you, had no intentions on keeping secrets from Bulma…

Vegeta's head spins and he has to brace himself on the wall, lest he slip and wake up Bulma. She no doubt has room to be angry and feel betrayed, but good lord he can't take any yelling right now. Vegeta's mating scar burns, ripping a hiss from his tongue as he clutches onto it. His primal body yearns, begs for reunification with his mate. With you, his first love, wife, mate…

Mother of his child.

Vegeta presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, seeing stars in the blackness. What in the hell had happened for his son to nearly kill you? Though supposing he can't be a character witness for the boy, having last seen him as a baby who'd been out of his incubator for only a short time… It's possible his son was just…

No. A son of mine would never be like that on his own.

And speaking of a son, he can hear the cries of his baby boy even with the noises of the water surrounding him. Vegeta suppresses a sigh and is quick out of the shower, hair dripping onto his shoulders while he shoves on a pair of sweatpants and carefully goes to tend to Trunks. Naturally, though, Bulma's already beat him there and has the baby in her arms, calmly shushing him through his wails.

Her eyes cross with Vegeta's for a split second, and a groan forms at the back of Vegeta's throat. She's hurt, no doubt by the secrets; and your threat on her life wasn't exactly helpful. "Bulma��" He begins carefully.

"Not right now." She murmurs sadly, bouncing Trunks into softer cries.

He steps closer to her, impossibly close but not touching. "Give me the boy, and get yourself some more rest."

Her cerulean eyes widen and she meets his, finding sincerity in them. She was surprised to even see him back here at all, knowing his affinity for running away all the time. And the possibility that he was just here for amenities she provides, which could still be the case, is lessened. "You…"

"He's my son." Vegeta mumbles finally, breaking eye contact with her to look at his little boy. His fingers twitch, too eager to hold him and cherish the moments he has available to him. "I want to hold my son."

Bulma pauses for a beat, gazing down at the young baby. Trunks has stopped his tears, staring openly at Vegeta with wonder and smiles at him, one of those chunky hands reaching out. Vegeta slips his hands around the baby and pulls him away from Bulma, holding him close to himself and sitting in the rocking chair, already working on lulling the boy to sleep.

"Get some rest, Bulma. I won't tell you a third time."

Her exhaustion outweighs her stubbornness and with light feet, she's out the door and comfortably back into her bed. Despite the odds of waking up alone, she fluffs the pillow on the left side and saves half of the blankets.

Vegeta stares outside for a while, rocking the chair and holding Trunks to his warm chest. "Trunks. I know you are young and won't remember this. You won't remember the way I treated your mother, or how I left you as a bastard for a time. You will never know how sorry I am… Or how grateful I feel to get the chance to be a father to you. Truth be told, I didn't plan for you to exist. I have a son from years past that I do not know. I don't even know what he looks like; the last time I saw him, he was around your age."

Trunks coos, blinking slowly and nuzzling Vegeta's bared chest. Vegeta finally looks down at him, swiping a hand over the purple bits of peach fuzz he's growing atop his head. "I have made a vow to myself to be present for you. I now make that same vow to you, my second son. I will be here for you; I will raise you as a strong warrior, and a good man. You will be better than me, I'll make sure of it. That's what children do; they surpass their parents. You will be no different. And so help me, if you try to kill your mother someday…" Vegeta pauses. His eyes are watery, he finds, as he blinks and feels the tears on his cheeks. "I will have failed yet another child, and you do not want to see what happens then. Be good, and be strong. That is all I ask of you, Trunks."

V, I will find you. And you will not be ready.

When you wake, it's dark out. Your scar burns, but you ignore it in favor of getting up and dressing for a day of training; the best you can do is a t-shirt and leggings, unfortunately, as your Frieza Force armor was entirely destroyed beyond use and even recognition by V's assault.

"And where are you going?" Chi-Chi's in the kitchen checking the ribs in the slow-cooker when you pass through, and you sigh to yourself.

It's like my mother's alive.

"Just to train."

"For?" She narrows her eyes suspiciously.

"To fight my son again."

"You nearly died, but you want to fight again?" Chi-Chi shakes her head; you damn Saiyans give her headaches.

"My pride as a Saiyan won't allow me to run and hide. And as his mother, it's on me to put him in his place. I have to become stronger to do that without killing him. He, for some damn reason, thinks I've lied to him his entire life. Like if I didn't know my husband was alive, I wouldn't have scoured every planet, every star and rock until I found him again. It's nonsense, but I haven't been able to convince him otherwise."

Chi-Chi sighs. "You'll need a good training partner then."

"Would you mind allowing Goku to train with me?"

"Can you wear him out enough so he'll be too tired to eat as much for a change?"

Laughing, your shoulders shrug while you rub the back of your neck. "I can try, but that's kinda asking a lot, don't you think?"

"A woman can dream." Chi-Chi sighs wistfully, setting the top back onto the slow cooker and washing her hands. "He won't be up for a while longer, so you'll have to settle for me instead."

"Oh?" You perk a brow, a smile forming on your lips. "You're a fighter?"

"How do you think I handle Goku?" She teases back and leads you outside, tying her hair up in a quick, messy bun. The air out is crisp and the grass is wet with dew, a few stars still twinkling in the sky as the Earth makes its way to the sun.

Your stretches are done in mostly silence, various bones snapping and popping from each of your bodies. You sigh to yourself; twenty years old was farther away than you wanted to admit. Chi-Chi seems to be on a similar train of thought, as her brow twitches in a manner you've never quite seen before. But she looks pissed now, and if that gives you a good warmup, so be it.

A quick bow and a pause later, Chi-Chi's testing your speed with her rush down maneuvers, her hands flying and advancing on you in impressive fashion. "I… Actually have to focus." You growl, your hands meeting every strike of hers and deflecting them from your body.

"You didn't think I'd go easy on you, did you?"

"I was hoping not." You grin and go on the offensive, pushing Chi-Chi back and switching into swift kicks she can barely keep her eyes on. She stumbles back, soon pinned under your knee.

"I'm more rusty than I thought…" She accepts your offered hand, brushing the grass from her pants while you ready into a new stance.

Chi-Chi spars with you for the better part of an hour, to her credit. You're relentless, your Saiyan appetite something she's surely used to with Goku. You bounce from side to side, rolling your neck and shoulders out, a big, satisfied grin on your face. "Man, this is fun! Think you can go faster?"

Chi-Chi huffs, clutching her side. If she were ever worried about her weight, a few mornings with you would set things straight. "Absolutely not. I'm… Going to make breakfast."

"Aww… Okay. Eggs?"

"Sure, sure…" Chi-Chi slowly moves into the house, leaving you by your lonely. With a little sigh you sit on the grass to meditate as the sun rises. A calm breath soothes the eagerness for Goku to wake up and start the real training, your mind oddly quiet despite the things you've been through lately.

Training always has been the best way to clear a Saiyans mind.

You wipe the sweat from your brow, the dust from your surroundings clearing. You and Vegeta have both been tense; the mating season has just come to pass and you were yet to be with child. It's disappointing to the King to hear, but not any more than Vegeta's anger at the situation. He stands from his position, blue fabric of his standard issue armor torn in various places. "Are you done?"

"Am I dead?" You snark, pulling yourself off your knees and launching a hefty energy beam at him. Your husband dodges, though not without more of his suit burning up.

"Point taken." He snarls and flies at you with a fierce kick, your arm coming to block as your poor bones ache at the contact. His other leg kicks out at you and sends you off your balance and into the ground. You've come to the less developed portion of Planet Vegeta, the area more commonly used for training the military recruits. It's largely rock and clay, the reddened dust everywhere. You and your husband are cloaked in it, the dust practically becoming a second skin after the several hours you've trained.

Vegeta falls on top of you, his arms only barely catching the full force of his weight. He coughs at the dust in his lungs, his exposed shoulder and one of his legs covered in it. "This is unbecoming of royalty." He groans.

You sigh and spread your limbs out, resigned. But the training was effective; the failures of your bodies are far from your mind. "Why did we come out here… Filthy training grounds…"

"I have no idea." Vegeta mutters into the breast of your armor.

"Let's go home."

Vegeta's up at your soft command, picking you up in a gentle bridal carry to fly you back home. He's not affectionate out in public; his love is no doubt strong and unbreakable, as your bonded mate. But he doesn't enjoy others seeing him so soft for you, lest they get the wrong idea and assume weakness of him. But he holds you close to his body as he flies home, even once you've reached the castle courtyard, he continues carrying you. Servants, guards and even high-ranking officers are around to see Vegeta carrying you.

"'Geta-"

"Hush, princess."

You close your eyes and just let it happen, your feet hitting the floor once he's reached your bedchambers. A servant quickly draws a bath and Vegeta holds your hand when you step into the large tub, ensuring you're down safely before climbing in himself.

Your husband waves off the servants, leaving the two of you alone in your bath. His rippling, filthy muscles flex while he pours a small basin of water over himself. His dark hair falls to his shoulders, the look rather striking despite the oddity of seeing it. He gazes at you through his lashes. "You like what you see?"

"If I do?" Soapy water falls from your body with each pass of the cloth. "What'll you do about it?"

"Not a damn thing. Continue eye-fucking me at your leisure." He smirks and washes himself, his legs opening up as you wade through the suds and into his personal bubble. He follows your lips after an attempt to steal one from him, kissing you with the passion he always keeps close to his chest.

"Did you enjoy training today?"

"I always enjoy training with you. I regret we haven't kept up the old routine we used to have." Vegeta murmurs. Once your marriage was settled and you began trying to conceive, you were practically banned from any meaningful training. And it being all for naught so far was an added kick to the ribs.

"I do feel rejuvenated. Perhaps… We go back to it."

Vegeta's dark eyes meet with yours, contemplating the suggestion. The water around you is cooling, your fingers and toes pruned as you step out of the bath. Vegeta silently follows your lead to then drape one of your many robes over your shoulders. His hands linger in the close space between you, roaming over your arms. They've lost quite a bit of muscle, regrettably.

"I expect you to gain your form back." He murmurs. "You've gotten too thin for a warrior."

"Oh, I'll show you form." You grin mischievously, pushing him to the bed and pouncing.

You laugh softly at the memory. Sure enough you'd gotten your warrior body back proper, and the stresses of getting pregnant were less present on your mind as a result of the training; and as fate would have it, you'd fallen pregnant the very next mating season. Vegeta theorized your body knew how strong a child between the two of you would be, and refused a pregnancy until you'd returned to peak strength.

"Don't tell me you're tired!" Goku's voice is cheerful and you fly to your feet, hands glowing yellow.

"Why don't you come test that theory?"

Goku's eyes shine, a slow smirk spreading on those lips as he takes his stance, bent over with one hand curled before him and the other raised above his head. "I hope you know what you're in for!"

Vegeta comes to in the rocking chair, Trunks long gone from his arms as the sun pierces the sky. He only panics a brief moment before his logical side catches up; Bulma's no doubt awake and with the baby.

He finds Bulma in the kitchen with Trunks, feeding him a spoonful of mashed carrots and failing to keep the boy's face clean, despite her best efforts. Trunks cheers at the sight of his father and subsequently knocks the baby food from his mother's hand; the glass shatters into a trillion little pieces, orange mush splattering any nearby surfaces.

"Eh?" Trunks follows the sound, looking over the side of his high chair. Bulma braces her head on the tray of the chair, her hair a wild mess and her pajamas wrinkled and covered in baby food Trunks had spat out.

Vegeta's chest fills, a terrible feeling lingering. What does he do about this? He's mated, connected to you through an invisible thread that cannot be severed. And how he's missed you, dreamt of you for years on end… Loves you still, with everything in his heart. You are his wife. His everything. His past, his lover, his best friend.

What does he do?? A lesser man would cast Bulma aside, and had this situation happened even just a year ago, he'd be that lesser man in an instant. She was only ever intended to be a one-time thing; he'd hit a moment of weakness, and her strong, abrasive personality caught him at just the right time.

She's perfect for any Saiyan male; it's not difficult to see how any of this happened. Bulma cared for Vegeta when everyone else wanted him dead. Food, a home, clothes on his back, her first child and her heart. She's given so much to him.

He is not worthy of either your love or Bulma's.

"I'll clean up." He murmurs, casting his gaze away from his second family and retrieving a new jar of baby food before the broom and dustpan.

Bulma's eyes shine with tears as she takes the jar from him; Vegeta opts to clean the glass up, rather than try to find any words for her. She sniffles and resumes feeding the baby, but finally finds her voice.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"They were dead." He murmurs.

"Well they're not. She threatened to kill me, Vegeta!"

Vegeta's eye twitches at her quickly souring tone, his temples already hurting. "And she didn't."

Bulma's jaw clenches. "I notice you didn't do anything about it; you left an eleven-year old to keep a savage bitch from-"

"Do not talk about her that way!" Vegeta seethes with pure rage in his eyes, throwing down the broom. His hair flicks gold once despite being able to control his Super Saiyan transformation. "That is my wife and she's been through a lot; a lot I wasn't there for! My son beat her so badly she lost her memories for months. You'll be just fine with a mere threat and not even a scratch to show for it."

"So you are going to leave! As if me and Trunks aren't your family too!"

"Leave Trunks out of this. Now is not the time for you to worry about relationships, if that is what you even call this. Not when V is out there, completely getting away with what he's done to his own mother. If you don't care about what I have on my plate then don't, but you will not sit there and spout nonsense. Do you understand me, Bulma?"

Bulma scowls, her eyes just as angry as Vegeta's. "Fine."

Vegeta hastily cleans the rest of the baby food mess and storms to get dressed; he can't afford to waste anymore time. He needs to find you and discuss a plan; he'll be damned if he lets V get away with this. You're capable of Super Saiyan, yet V still bested you; you'll need to train harder to kill him. You've bested Vegeta in the past, so he's not foolish enough to think his son will be easily beaten. He himself will train with you and become stronger together to face something more challenging than Frieza.

He's going to have to kill his own child.

pop

"Where are we?" You look around to find only blue skies and the platform you stand on.

"The Lookout!" Goku grins. "Chi-Chi can't find us here…" He looks around regardless, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. The last thing you saw before being brought here was a hole in the side of the house, courtesy of Goku himself.

"Hmm…" The hairs at the back of your neck prickle, and in an instant you've turned on your heel and fired off an attack you created with your husband; your hand is held out, thumb tucked in with a quick yet large burst of yellow energy.

"Woah!" Goku steps back. You're incredibly trigger-happy; Piccolo just barely dodged your great attack.

"Another Saiyan?" The Namekian grumbles, picking his weighted turban up from the ground and placing it back on.

"A very prideful one, Namekian, that doesn't appreciate your tone." You growl, eyes trained hard on the stranger, settling only with Goku's gentle touch to your shoulder.

Goku laughs nervously, hand coming to the back of his head as his cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Sorry, Piccolo! She's, ah, a little on edge. We're here to train in the chamber!"

"Hm." Piccolo's eyes harden. A strange Saiyan from nowhere, here with Goku's trust? Reluctantly, he crosses his arms and drops his suspicion. "What's the occasion?"

"I need to get stronger, so I can knock my son down a few pegs." You cross your arms. The thought of facing V, of going to him with the intention to harm him makes your stomach churn. But staying on Earth isn't an option; V must face his comeuppance.

"S-So I was hoping you'd help?" Goku grins at his friend. "Gohan got into college, by the way!"

The Namekian's barely-there smile surprises you. "Good. The one he wanted?"

"Yes." You confirm with a nod. "He's also promised me he'll keep up his training."

Piccolo stares for a beat, presumably finalizing his opinion of you with a nod. Goku sighs in relief and steps to the direction of the chamber, Piccolo following along. "I assume Goku has told you about the chamber."

"One day outside is an entire year inside." You confirm. The door looms over you with every step, your heart determined to come out of this chamber with the strength to surpass your son. The anxiety of the inevitable pushes through your veins similar to the feeling of being dropped into ice water, your heart pumping erratically with every step.

The hairs at the back of your neck prickle, Goku and Piccolo clearly having a similar indication. Your focus remains on the door, your hand even touching the handle, as you hear a pair of boots touch the ground.

"If anyone's going into that chamber with her, it'll be me, Kakarot."

Piccolo eyes Vegeta carefully; something about him has changed. This isn't an argument of his strength versus Goku's, for once. His eyes are locked solely on you, a Saiyan that as far as Piccolo knows, came from thin air. And if anyone would know another Saiyan, it'd be none other than the Prince.

"Go home to your wife and son, Vegeta." You hiss out, and open the door. Vegeta flies in between you and Goku, ensuring the door is slammed shut before Goku could even think about stepping inside.

You take in the surroundings of the room, an endless sea of white around the small rest area near the door. One year in this room.

With Vegeta.

#vegeta x reader #vegeta x you #vegeta #db #dbz #dbs #fic #lost #this chapter really doesn't go anywhere and i'm not happy about it #but i feel it'll be better to start fresh on chapter 4

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dragonblobsuper · 6 months ago

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Ever since getting over there a little friction Chichi has been stuffing Vidal on a daily basis and won't be long until she's the biggest woman on the planet of this right.

Dino stakes homemade ice cream sundaes and everything in between

Poor Videl has been a victim of the hospitality and tenderness of Ox King's daughter ever since she decided to officialize her relationship with Gohan.

What began as just mere snacks when she visited and casual invitations to have a nice lunch with the saiyan-human hybrid family, slowly became on literal stuffing sessions and a constant taste testing Videl had to do, even when Chi-Chi's meals were already delicious.

Ever since Videl came across with the Son family, her waistline went from an average healthy gal's figure to slowly blimping up into one waddling pile of lard, constantly huffing and puffing from taking a few steps, her lumps and rolls of pure packed up fat bouncing and jiggling around no matter what sort of movement she did, even to the point that the bare act of speaking made her largely obese cheeks and extra padded jowls ripple and bounce.

Of course that the extra-extra plus sized wife of the Saiyan of pure heart would see this as something positive, and as a huge motivation to continue having her invited at her home to make sure no calories and pounds were lost in vain.

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elisajdb · 8 months ago

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A Day at the Park

It was the first sunny day in East City in two weeks. The beautiful Spring sun brought out everyone eager to escape cabin fever. For Goku, Chi-Chi, and their three-year-old son, Gohan, it was their third day of vacation where they could truly explore the city.

It was Chi-Chi’s idea for the family to vacation in East City and Goku agreed. As much as he loved Mount Paozu, Goku didn’t mind getting out of the mountains for a few days. They spent the first two rainy days indoors visiting a science museum which bored Goku but fascinated Chi-Chi and Gohan, an aquarium which everyone enjoyed and an indoor play center Goku adored with Gohan while Chi-Chi took pictures of the two she loved most in the world.

After spending the day at a zoo and shrine, Goku, Chi-Chi and Gohan stopped by a park where they participated in a performance theater before playing with Gohan on the swings, tree house playsets, playhouses and slides with Goku gaining popularity with other kids in the park. When Goku pushed Gohan highly on a swing, other children asked to be pushed so they could go as high. When Goku spun Gohan on the Merry-Go-Round, many kids jumped on so they could spin fast, too.

Chi-Chi stayed back loving her husband and son play together, took pictures and chatted with Moms who were enjoying the break and happy to let Goku take on playing with their children.

After a couple of hours of playtime, Chi-Chi thought her husband and son deserved a break. She ventured to the ice cream cart and ordered ice cream for her family.

“Goku! Gohan! Ice cream!” Chi-Chi called out to her husband and son. Goku turned away to catch his wife signaling them. He slowed the Merry-Go-Round so he can Gohan could go. The children whined. They were having so much fun and didn’t want it to stop but Goku promised to be back after ice cream time with his family.

Gohan saw his Mommy by the ice cream cart and took off running. “Ice cream!” Gohan held his hands out to his mother eager for the sweet treats in her hands.

Goku took his time walking to his family. He laughed at his boy. He was a quiet and shy child but bursts of speed broke out of him sometimes. It was proof to Goku that Gohan had power in him.

One day I’ll see it.

Chi-Chi handed Gohan his two-scoop vanilla and chocolate ice cream cone and Goku a three-scoop vanilla ice cream cone. Gohan did a happy wiggle while his tail bounced as the sweet and cool cream touched his tongue.

“Do you like your ice cream, Gohan?”

Gohan answered with a big lick. “It’s good, Mommy. Thank you.”

“Anything for my sweet baby. Gohan, do you wanna pick out a bench so you, me and Daddy can eat ice cream together?”

“Mm-hmm.” The three-year-old looked around and saw a bench not far from them. “That one!” Gohan pointed and proudly led his family to it. It was a good spot, too. It was under a big tree to provide them shade while they looked at the ducks swimming in the pond.

Gohan reached the bench first. Carefully holding his cone, Gohan climbed onto the bench. He resumed licking his ice cream when a shadow appeared over him. Gohan looked up to see a freckled boy of eight staring down at him.

The child looked angry but Gohan wasn’t bothered. He licked his ice cream and sweetly said, “Hi!”

“Hey.” There was no sweetness in his voice. “This is my seat.”

Gohan looked around confused. “But no one was sitting here.” He checked the bench again for a name. He has a cup with his name on it at home. Daddy has one, too. Gohan knew if your name is on something it’s yours but he didn’t see a name on the bench. “Where is your name?”

“Are you getting smart with me?” the child got angrier.

Gohan licked his ice cream again. “My Mommy tells me I’m smart.”

The child glared at Gohan. Who did this toddler think he is getting smart with a grown kid like him? “You sat here before I could but it’s mine. I get my Dad once a week and we always sit here for ice cream.”

“Mommy told me to pick a bench for us to sit on.”

“Oh,” the child understood and had a bit of sympathy for Gohan. “You live with your Mom? Me, too.”

“I live with my Mommy and Daddy.” Gohan licked his ice cream. “We went to the zoo today. Daddy played with me on the swings and slides. We had fun with the other kids, too.”

The boy did see a big man playing with other kids on the Merry-Ro-Round. They were having fun while his Dad only sat with him on the bench for cheap ice cream. He didn’t play with him on the swings and slides like other kids’ Dads. He didn’t play with him like this kid’s Dad. He didn’t live with him and his Mom like this kid’s Dad.

“Ya bragging you got both parents at home!” The child slapped the ice cream out of Gohan’s hands. “Let them buy you another ice cream while I take my bench!”

Shocked, Gohan looked down at his broken ice cream. The two scoops and cone were getting devoured by ants. His lower lip quivered. Mommy got him that ice cream. Why did the child hit him? Why was he mean to him? He was a good boy. Mommy told him so. Gohan looked up at the child with glistening eyes. His sadness made the kid laugh. It was a cruel and mean laugh.

“Hey!” Chi-Chi approached the child. She stood back to watch how this will play out but seeing her baby boy hurt forced Chi-Chi to step in. “That wasn’t nice, little boy. You do not hit children. Apologize to my son.”

“No!” the child stuck his tongue out. “You can’t do anything or my Daddy will beat you up.”

Chi-Chi’s right eyebrow sharply rose. “Beat me up? Your Dad?” She looked around at the men trying to decipher which one of them had a spoiled child. She heard the conversation between Gohan and this child. He comes here for ice cream with his Dad. He was a divorced man. Chi-Chi looked around separating the couples from the single men until she spotted a man approaching with two ice cream bowls. He was tall with a round stomach and thick arms. He looked dirty with his dingy mechanic shirt and oiled-covered cap. “Is that your Daddy?” Chi-Chi went to the approaching man. “Hello.”

“Sorry, Lady,” the man brushed past Chi-Chi to his son. “I have a kid. I ain’t trying to be a father to another.”

Another? As if she would want him. “I’m a married woman and my son has a father. I wanted to talk to you about your son. He knocked the ice cream out of my son’s hands. My son did not deserve that.”

“So what?” the father handed his ice cream to his son. “Your boy shouldn’t be sitting on our bench. This is the bench my son and I sit on when we come here. My son was protecting his territory.”

“Territory?” This isn't your home, jerk! “This is a public park. Everyone is free to sit anywhere they want. This bench was empty and I told my son to pick a spot for him, me and his Daddy.”

The man sat down next to his son. He pushed Gohan with his hip, ushering the little boy to get off. Sniffling, Gohan went to his Daddy who looked on to see his wife handle the situation.

“So, it’s your fault your boy lost his ice cream.”

Chi-Chi clenched her fists upon seeing how this man rudely pushed her son off the bench. The audacity! “No. It’s your fault for raising a spoiled, entitled and rude child. Your son can’t buy my son his ice cream but you can.”

The man laughed. If this woman thought she would get him to reimburse ice cream for her wimpy son…. “And it’s your fault for raising a crybaby. Well….” The man noticed Goku. He sized up Goku’s slim frame and scoffed. He could take him if it came to blows but he knew it wouldn’t. The crybaby’s father was shorter than him. He looked at his arms. They weren’t too small or too big. He could take him. “You and that beanpole husband.”

“My husband is not a beanpole! You will stop insulting my husband and son.”

“‘You will stop insulting my husband and son’,” he mimicked Chi-Chi. She was an annoying one. The man handed his bowl to his son and stood up to Chi-Chi. He looked down at her expecting his extra eight inches in height and wider frame to intimidate the slender woman. “Your son overstepped taking my bench. You can get all Momma Bear on me and try to trigger your wimpy husband to set me straight but let me stop you before your embarrass yourself.”

“Embarrass?”

Ah, so she was slow, too. He had to break it down to her. “I know your type. Loudmouth women who send their husbands to a fight they can’t win because they can’t shut up. If you don’t want me to break your husband in half and embarrass him in front of your crybaby son, I suggest you leave right now.”

A scoff escaped from Chi-Chi’s lips. Now he was insulting her. “I don’t need my husband to step in for me. I can handle you on my own.”

The father laughed loud and boisterous. What did this petite woman think she could do against a guy like him? “What are you gonna do?” He laughed in Chi-Chi’s face. “Bet you never had anyone put you in your place.” He looked at Goku who watched them while finishing his ice cream. Wimpy husband cares more about his ice cream than protecting his woman. “I know he hasn’t. Women like you need a good, hard----” he was startled as Chi-Chi grabbed the collar of his shirt.

“Listen,” he warned Chi-Chi, “I’m not above hitting a woman to put her in her place so you----” he didn’t finish his words for Chi-Chi lifted him off his feet and flung him hard where he soared out of the park like a flying baseball.

He would’ve gone past the park’s parking lot if not for the oak tree catching him.

Onlookers stared in shock while Goku whistled at Chi-Chi’s arm. “Your arm’s gotten better. If it wasn’t for that tree, he would’ve gone for half a mile.”

Chi-Chi dusted her hands proud of her throw. It was good she thought smugly. “There are some benefits to marrying the world’s strongest man.”

“Yup.” Goku would’ve tried to not manhandle the guy if he had to step in but he couldn’t argue against Chi-Chi’s approach. “Guess he won’t be coming back to the park.”

“He shouldn’t return until he and his child learn some manners.”

“Speaking of the kid,” Goku looked at the shaking kid. He had never seen anyone do that to his Dad. His Dad was always the one who put his hands on others and left them crying. To see this small woman do it, frightened him and sent him running.

As the child ran off to his Dad, Goku exhaled, “Guess that takes care of that.”

Goku knelt to his son who still clutched his pants leg sniffling. It was good Mommy took care of the mean Dad but his ice cream was gone. “Gohan,” Goku gently patted Gohan’s head. “Daddy will buy you another ice cream since Mommy kick that guy’s butt.”

“Yay!” Gohan jumped into his Daddy’s arms.

Goku stood with Gohan in his arms and went back to the ice cream cart with Chi-Chi. Everyone in line for ice cream saw what happened and parted like the Red Sea for Goku and Chi-Chi. This quickly brought them to the front of the line to a trembling ice cream man.

“Hi!” Goku grinned. “Can we get three ice cream, Sir? Gohan, what do you want?”

Gohan pointed to a picture of a chocolate and vanilla ice cream cone. “That one.”

“I want three scoops on a cone. I want a white, blue and pink cone. Chi-Chi, what do you want?”

Chi-Chi looked at the pictures on the cart. “I’ll take a single cone of lavender ice cream.”

The ice cream man quickly prepared the ice cream.

“How much?” Goku asked.

The total was seven zeni but he felt if he charged them, he would be tossed out of the park next. “Buddy, you can have these on the house.” When Goku didn’t appear to understand, he elaborated. “It’s free!”

“Free?” Goku thought that was so nice of the man. “Thanks. You’re nice.”

“Here you go,” the ice cream man shakily handed the ice cream to Goku who passed it to Chi-Chi and Gohan.

Chi-Chi licked her ice cream. “What do you say, Gohan?”

Gohan smiled with smeared vanilla and chocolate on his lips. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“And?” Chi-Chi gently prodded her son.

Gohan bowed at the ice cream man. “Thank you, Mr. Ice Cream Man.”

The people in line parted again to allow the Son Family to walk away and settle on the empty bench. Normalcy resumed as children and parents played around them. A happy father, mother and son sat on the bench, licked ice cream and enjoyed the warm spring day around them.

“Thank you, Mommy,” Gohan added as he forgot to thank his Mommy for handling the bully kid and his Dad.

“You’re welcome.” Chi-Chi licked her ice cream. “See, Gohan. It pays to have martial arts parents. Me and Daddy can fight the bad guys and bullies while you fight with your strong mind.”

“You got that right.” Goku licked his ice cream. “Mommy and Daddy will always protect you, Gohan.”

“That’s right,” Chi-Chi agreed. “We’re gonna protect you because you are meant for great things and it’s not fighting, Gohan. With your mind, you will change the world.”

Gohan nodded and licked his ice cream. His tail and feet wiggled as he thought of his mother’s words. Mommy always told him he is special. She told him he is very smart and always encouraged his learning. It made him happy to think Mommy thought he will change the world.

But how will I do that?

Thirty Years Later

Son Gohan stood on stage nervous. It wasn’t the first time he was on stage to receive an award. He wasn’t a novice to public events or speaking. He was Valedictorian of his graduating high school and college class but today was extremely important. It was so random for that day at the park to come to mind but as Gohan saw his proud Mom, Dad, brother, wife and daughter, and mentor, Piccolo, Gohan realized it wasn’t random for his mother’s words that day put him on the path to this special day.

“…… so today, we honor the youngest to receive this year’s Nobel Prize in Physiology and Medicine. Son Gohan. Please step forward and receive your Nobel Prize from the King.”

#goku #chichi #gochi #dragonball #dragonball z #gohan

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duhragonball · 2 years ago

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Dragon Ball Super 052

For fuck’s sake, Trunks...

There’s too many characters in this thing. Bulma is refurbishing the time machine for the assault on Goku Black, but she’s also got the Pilaf gang doing gofer work in the lab. Also, her dad is helping, and Kid Trunks is around too. Well, maybe the problem isn’t that there’s too many characters. It’s that this montage of working on the time machine could have just been edited down to a few seconds, or cut altogether.

Seriously, the way they keep cramming Pilaf scenes into this arc, you’d think Emperor Pilaf’s agent negotiated some sort of amazing contract with Toei. He doesn’t have any technical skills, and seems to leave all the manual labor to Mai and Shu, but he still hangs around anyway, making insipid comments about everything. He’s kind of like the Zamasu Saga’s answer to Giru from GT.

And I guess that makes Kid Trunks like GT Pan, because he has zero impact on the plot, and he keeps hanging around anyway in a desperate bid to be taken seriously. He goes with Mai to fetch some doohickey in “Lab 2″, which is an empty storage room with a pile of stuff in one corner, and he just pulls out random objects hoping she’ll be impressed with how he found what they needed. Then he finds a hacksaw and some cable and ties it around his chest like Future Trunks’ sword. That just looks dangerous.

Meanwhile, Future Trunks doesn’t have much to do while he’s waiting for Bulma to finish his ride. She tells him it’s going well, but it’ll take a full day to manufacture enough fuel for the trip. Trunks is amazed because it took Future Bulma a year to make the same fuel, but this Bulma has the advantage of working with the full resources of Capsule Corp. Trunks is just fortunate that this version of Bulma recently discovered how to make this fuel. It was the stuff she had Monaka help her with in Episode 44.

So Trunks goes outside, where Piccolo and Krillin have been tasked with repairing the grounds after the fight with Goku Black. He asks about Gohan and they tell him he’s left the world of fighting behind. That... doesn’t make sense, because Gohan begged Piccolo to whip him into shape after the whole Golden Frieza thing. They were training together in the Universe 6 arc, and the only reason they stopped was so Piccolo could participate in the tournament.

Anyway, Trunks tells Krillin and Piccolo the story of how the Gohan in his world trained him before he died, which is weird because you would think they’d know all of this. Well, maybe not Kirllin, but Piccolo should definitely know, because he overheard Trunks telling Goku about it when they first met. The point is that Trunks regrets not thanking Gohan when he last saw him after the Cell Games, and Krillin suggests that he go visit Gohan at the university where he... works? Studies? Interns? I have no idea what Gohan’s status is in this. Is he a student or part of the faculty?

Anyway, Trunks eats soft-serve ice cream with Gohan and he can’t believe it.

He meets Gohan’s family and can’t believe it.

Pan mugs him and he can’t believe it.

And as they sit down for dinner, Trunks realizes that this could have been his life in his own timeline. He had saved the world from the androids and Cell, and they were rebuilding. If Goku Black hadn’t shown up, then he could have been having this idyllic life with Bulma and Mai and that cat from episode 47.

Note to self, I need to commission some art of a scene like this, but with Xeno Trunks instead of Blunks, and Luffa in Mai’s seat, kind of slouching all badass, maybe eating a lobster in one hand like it’s a burger.

I say this because this is the sort of thing I envision for Future Trunks and Future Bulma in the Time Patrol continuity. I’ve been writing a fic about that for a while now, and they don’t get featured as much as I’d like, but I enjoy writing scenes where Bulma comes to Toki Toki City to check on the equipment, and she gets to spend time with her son and meet his rowdy ancestor. Maybe this is why I hate the Zamasu Saga so much. It’s precisely because Goku Black ruined this sort of happy life for these characters, and a story where that happens is the exact opposite of the sort of thing I wanted to see.

So Trunks thanks them for the meal and heads home, feeling refreshed. Seeing Gohan living the dream has reminded him of what he’s fighting for, and it proves that he can succeed. The thing Trunks needs to understand is that all this peaceful stuff he finds in this world is thanks to him. Beerus and Whis can scold him for meddling with history, but fuck ‘em. In this world, Gohan got to live! He has a wife and baby daughter! And two arms! Even if Trunks rolls snake-eyes for the rest of his life, no one can take away what he’s done for this world.

When he gets back to Capsule Corp, he asks where Goku is, and they tell him he went with Beerus and Whis to Universe 10. Wait what? Yeah, when Goku Black fought the real Goku, Whis thought Black’s energy seemed familiar, and it reminded him of a guy he knows in Universe 10, so they’re going to check it out.

And then we get a glimpse at this shithead. I’m pretty sure this is the first and last time we get to see Zamasu keeping his mouth shut, so enjoy it while you can.

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son-tatso · 7 months ago

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BouTEAque Time [Tatso & Tater]

son-tatso Tatso a Saiyan Time Patroller was sent to a certain era to investigate a distortion, though he was stuck, unable to find any leads beyond the where and when it was last detected. He supposed he should wait around to see if it happens again, so found himself exploring this time's West City to pass the time.

“Oh, BouTEAque? Haha that’s good!” he laughed at the punny coffee shop name he walked past it, getting interested enough for him to go in to check it out.

“Hello! I like the name of the shop, is there anything you would recommend?” Tatso asked the nearest staff member. He had a striking resemblance to a teenage Gohan and Goten due to his hair, though he hoped he could pass himself as a normal human civilian with spiky hair, having changed from his Sayan armour to more normal clothes before entering the city so he could blend in. // for Tater

@dragvnsovl answered:

As soon as she heard a customer entering, Tater gave an automatic greeting in a cheerful tone, tossing a friendly smile in their direction. "Welcome!"

She finished up cleaning a table before turning towards the newcomer when he gave his question, folding the rag in her hand and placing it on the table's surface with a hum of thought. "Recommendations..? Oh, there's quite a few. We have a particularly large selection of teas and coffees with different flavors. Our confections and pastries are also popular, especially the pies and cakes. I'm fond of the carrot cake, myself." Perhaps a bit on the nose considering her long bunny ears that twitched curiously.

She paid no mind to his hair, having seen her fair share of interesting customers. Lifting a hand up, she tapped a finger against her chin in contemplation. "Though, since the weather has been hot lately, perhaps something refreshing like a lemon and mint iced green tea? Our chocolate banana semifreddo has been a hit so maybe you would enjoy that?"

“Yes,” Tatso confirmed, listening to Tater carefully, mentally noting down her recommendations. He wasn’t exactly hungry, just more thirsty if anything. “You’re right, it is actually quite hot today. So I’ll have a large lemon and mint iced green tea please.”

Deciding on the order, he looked around the place while waiting. It seemed friendly and lively enough, and he doubted the food and drinks were bad either, it was likely he would come back again for a pick-me-up at some point later.

#dragvnsovl #dragvnsovl : Tater #ccMuse : Tatso #ccVerse : Tatso | Xeno Saiyan Time Patroller #ccBond : Tatso & Tater | dragvnsovl #ccThread : BouTEAque Time | Tatso & Tater | dragvnsovl #// thanks for this!#// sorry for the wait!#cw : long post

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unmeisenshi · 11 months ago

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BIOS (Living muses)

NAME: Solaris (VA: Roger Craig Smith - Kyle Crane) TITLE: “The Ray of Light and Hope” AGE: 5084 (appears age 60) HEIGHT: 5'10" SPECIES: Charizard BIRTHDAY: 09/26 GENDER: Non-Binary SEXUALITY: Gay FIGHT STYLE: Multiple styles (Zui Quan (Drunken Boxing), Sumo, Hellfire style) WEAPON: None ABILITY: Tough Claw STATUS: Living

Solaris grew up in Flora, and was bullied constantly for his appearance, for being the son of a famous rescue worker named Flare. After his mother killed herself, the bullying intensified, and pushed Solaris to slit his wrists in an attempt to take his own life. After recovering from the attempt, Zane appeared in the 3rd Gaea, and the two started Team Destiny.

Solaris is the new Creation God, taking over Zappa's (Arceus') position after they received their power. In defeating LaPlante, Solaris recreated the universe, though it took many attempts. The world they made was in their own vision - a world that was peaceful, free of strife and major conflict. When the Charizard isn't working at the Caravan, they are flying about the world to help those that are in need of help.

NAME: Florence (VA: Jeanne Tirado - Android 21 (Lab Coat)) TITLE: “Princess of Dark Shadows” AGE: 2083 (appears age 59) HEIGHT: 3'5" SPECIES: Umbreon BIRTHDAY: 08/28 GENDER: Female SEXUALITY: Bi FIGHT STYLE: Choy Li Fut WEAPON: None ABILITY: Inner Focus STATUS: Living

Florence joined Team Destiny at a young age, after running away from her abusive father. Generally anxious due to her past, she found safety with Zane and Solaris. Her happiness would fade when she was killed by Abominae, her trained shadow beast. After she was revived, her normally sassy attitude had all but disappeared.

Florence has gained a renewed sense of purpose since returning home. With her father now completely eradicated, along with the third Gaea, the Umbreon has had a huge weight lifted off of her shoulders. She doesn't need to keep looking behind her back. She is less anxious. The slate has been wiped clean for her, and she can relax and enjoy life. In addition to helping Team Singularity with keeping the world safe, Florence continues to teach at a prestigious university, and is even on her way to receiving a doctorate degree in Mythology.

NAME: Beck (VA: Kyle Hebert - Adult Gohan) TITLE: "The All-Round Ice Gator" AGE: 2085 (appears age 61) HEIGHT: 5'6'' SPECIES: Feraligatr (Shiny), Human (Former) BIRTHDAY: 07/08 GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Asexual Homo-Romantic FIGHT STYLE: Bajiquan WEAPON: Ice weapons ABILITY: Sheer Force STATUS: Living

A former human of the 1st Gaea, and currently married to Misha. He arrived in the 3rd Gaea after Zappa saved his soul from near death. He is Zane's best friend, and always kept Zane grounded when they needed it. Beck was gravely injured, which took him out of rescue work for several years.

Beck was not around during the LaPlante crisis, and still remembers the moment the world came to an end, and seeing the beauty of the world destroyed. When he was revived by Solaris, the Feraligatr decided to make the most of his second chance at life. After marrying Misha, Beck decided to return to school, and has earned a degree in architecture, a topic that he was very interested in back when he was human. Beck works part time at Misha's coffee shop, the Aurora Veil Cafe, and full time as an architect for a construction company, as well as helping when he can for Team Singularity.

NAME: Morello (VA: Troy Baker - Kanji Tatsumi) TITLE: “Predecessor of Powerful Lightning” AGE: 2089 (appears age 65) HEIGHT: 6'2" SPECIES: Lycanroc (Dusk) BIRTHDAY: 05/30 GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Gay FIGHT STYLE: Capoeira WEAPON: None (uses Zane’s Thunderseal to control lightning) ABILITY: Tough Claws STATUS: Living

Morello originates from the Grass Continent, having survived a tragic accident that ended in him having to chew through his leg to escape. He traveled to Flora afterwards, where he traveled with Knopps, another Lycanroc that bullied Morello due to his sexual preference. After escaping the nomadic pack he traveled with, he ended up at Team Destiny's doorstep, where he joined the team.

Morello lives a simple life in the 4th Gaea. In addition to helping Team Singularity, he runs a trinket and plushie shop, Dusk Trinkets and Wares. In the time between the creation of Solaris' ideal world and present day, Morello honed his crafting, and can sell items he himself forged, from toys to basic utensils and plates. He has gained popularity with many hospitals and children, as he regularly donates toys to sick children and kids in need. When around others, he is silly and goofy, and he will not be afraid to show that side of himself.

NAME: Misha (VA: Justin Cook - Eijiro Kiroshima) TITLE: "Bitter Cold Aurora Ray" AGE: 2086 (appears age 62) HEIGHT: 6' SPECIES: Ninetales (Alolan) BIRTHDAY: 10/31 GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Gay FIGHT STYLE: Hung Gar WEAPON: None ABILITY: Snow Cloak STATUS: Living

Misha grew up in Flora, and was always the center of attention for being inversely colored to how Alolan Vulpix usually are. The attention would always overwhelm him, with many attempting to use him. After a nasty breakup, Misha was left for dead in the woods, at least until Team Destiny rescued him and took him in. He is the owner of a combination coffee shop and library, called the Aurora Veil Cafe.

Much like Beck, Misha is making the most of his second chance at life. He rebuilt the Aurora Veil Cafe with Beck's help, and has graduated from school. He is following in Isaak's footsteps, and teaches magic and gives regular talks and seminars about history. His main focus will always be on his coffee shop, which he runs daily. He has added new treats, like muffins and donuts, as well as new flavors and styles of coffee. He is usually quiet, and keeps to himself, but if he sees a Pokemon in need of warmth, he will provide it.

NAME: Remi (VA: Erika Harlacher - Ann Takamaki) TITLE: “Benevolent Blood Sucking Vampire” AGE: 2082 (appears age 58) HEIGHT: 4’ SPECIES: Floatzel BIRTHDAY: 04/25 GENDER: Female SEXUALITY: Lesbian FIGHT STYLE: Tai Chi WEAPON: None ABILITY: Swift Swim STATUS: Living

Remi grew up in the care of Team Destiny, after her egg was left on their doorstep by her parents. She lived very happily with the team, and is always friendly to anyone she meets. She has three pairs of scars on each side of her ribs, due to an attack she received from Knopps, Morello's old pack leader.

Remi has taken her interest in medicine very seriously, especially after Avett's unfortunate death. She has had plenty of time on her hands to harness her craft, and is currently the lead developer of the world's medicines. She gained worldwide fame after a serious disease began spreading, and she was the first to produce a vaccine. In addition to her time creating medicines and helping sick Pokemon, Remi also helps Team Singularity, both in keeping the world safe and in providing some on-the-spot healing during missions. Although she is very smart, considered one of the smartest in the new Gaea, she is very gullible and naive, and often falls for simple tricks that others would never fall for.

NAME: Noel (VA: Elizabeth Maxwell - Sae Niijima) TITLE: “All-Seeing Aura Samurai” AGE: 2079 (appears age 55) HEIGHT: 5’ SPECIES: Hybrid (Lucario/Zoroark) BIRTHDAY: 05/04 GENDER: Female SEXUALITY: Bi FIGHT STYLE: Iaijutsu WEAPON: Chuten (Aura-strengthening katana) ABILITY: Steadfast STATUS: Living

Born to Aura and Vance, Noel shares the two Lucario's strengths and weaknesses. She has the mental fortitude and bushido upbringing of Vance, but she is blind, and can only see via her aura sight. She wears a bandana across her eyes, to hide the large scar she received from Deoxys when the Clairvoyant Disease spread to the old Pokemon Gods.

Noel's sole purpose in the new Gaea is to help Team Singularity. Now being fused with Aurelio, her Zoroark genes gave her not just the large mane the species is known for, but also their stealth. She effortlessly cuts through any enemies. Thanks to the branch from the old Tree of Life still wrapped around her katana, she can call on her father Vance as a shadow double, and can effectively see colors and all surroundings with her aura sight despite being blind. She is very serious around those she does not know, but under the hard exterior is a gentle soul that only seeks to protect, and to cut free those that are restrained by life's struggles.

NAME: Adiemus/Audie (VA: Xander Mobus - Ren Amamiya/P5 Protagonist) TITLE: “The Empath that Feels your Dream” AGE: 2078 (appears age 54) HEIGHT: 6'1" SPECIES: Espeon BIRTHDAY: 05/30 GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Gay FIGHT STYLE: Wing Chun WEAPON: None ABILITY: Magic Bounce STATUS: Living

Born to Joseph and Florence, Audie is a gentle but broken soul who only wants to keep his family safe, having had to kill his mother after she was possessed by Abominae. He is very emotionally charged, and can be seen as short tempered and fragile because of it.

Audie has taken after his uncle Bellum, and is currently honing his blacksmithing skills. Audie creates weapons and armor, both practical and prop, as well as glass items like vases and art. He is married to Kiske, and the two continue to raise their daughter Kita. Being the child of Joseph, Audie has incredible physical and magical strength. He is able to use Psychic and Lightning magics, and is known to be able to lift several tons at once.

NAME: Phoebe (VA: Kate Higgins - Sakura Haruno) TITLE: “Wild Steadfast Storm” AGE: 2075 (appears 51 due to Gear Cells) SPECIES: Lycanroc (Midday Forme) HEIGHT: 5'11" GENDER: Female BIRTHDAY: 05/12 SEXUALITY: Lesbian FIGHT STYLE: Silat WEAPON: Bo Staff ABILITY: Lightning Rod STATUS: Living

The daughter of Zane and Morello, shown by her having a Marowak’s skull mask attached to her head. Due to her half Gear nature, she aged rapidly, and was fully grown at age 3. Zane’s lightning abilities passed down to her, and she has honed them into her own unique style that isn’t a copy of her late father’s. She is a very powerful lightning user, with Zane on record stating that hers was even more powerful than their own. She has Zane's serious nature, as well as Morello's goofy nature.

Phoebe spends most of her time assisting Team Singularity, but helps to run a restaurant along with Cadenza, called the Crescendo, which serves a combination of Florian delicacies as well as dishes from Cadenza's home. The restaurant has proven popular, with several locations around the world.

NAME: Cadenza (VA: Anna Graves - Naoto Shirogane) TITLE: “The Goddess of Thunder” AGE: 2083 (appears age 59) SPECIES: Zeraora HEIGHT: 6’ GENDER: Female BIRTHDAY: 01/31 SEXUALITY: Bi FIGHT STYLE: Jeet Kun Do WEAPON: None ABILITY: Volt Absorb STATUS: Living

Coming from a futuristic dimension, Cadenza was unwillingly thrown into Flora by a high-ranking official from her world. After being saved by Xan and Urie from the Tree of Souls, she learned that her parents died at the hands of the same person that caused her situation. Zane would father her, being her guardian for 16 years before the Marowak’s death.

Now married to Phoebe, the two run the Crescendo, their restaurant business. Cadenza also helps out Team Singularity, although not as regularly as Phoebe, as she wants to focus more on the restaurant. Cadenza has used the extra time to learn how to cook, taking inspiration from Urie, and can cook nearly anything. She refuses to touch seafood, due to not particularly liking it, and because she is afraid of not preparing seafood correctly.

NAME: Kiske (VA:Lucien Dodge - Sin Kiske) TITLE: “The Hair-Raising Hellraiser” AGE: 2080 (appears age 56) SPECIES: Hybrid (Cinderace/Greninja) HEIGHT: 5’ GENDER: Non-Binary SEXUALITY: Gay BIRTHDAY: 01/24 FIGHT STYLE: Tae Kwon Do WEAPON: None ABILITY: Libero STATUS: Living

The older of two children born from a Greninja and Cinderace. Their parents died in Lotus Tower when they were young, and them and their brother were taken in by Ben, who trained them. He is very steadfast, and always sees a job through to the end. He is able to create kunai made of both water and fire thanks to his heritage.

Having merged with his brother Nobuo, Kiske is more distant and less extroverted than he once was. He assists Team Singularity, but chooses more often to spend time with Kita, their daughter.

NAME: Ann (VA: Erin Fitzgerald - Chie Satonaka) TITLE: "Kind-Hearted Dream Chaser" AGE: 2059 (appears age 35) SPECIES: Hybrid (Charizard/Typhlosion (Hisuian) HEIGHT: 5'7" GENDER: Female SEXUALITY: Bi BIRTHDAY: 02/04 FIGHT STYLE: Hellfire WEAPON: None ABILITY: Flash Fire STATUS: Living

Ann is born to Karie and Solaris, and has inherited genes from both of her fathers. She is a Charizard with blue flames, and dark blue fur along her back. She also inherited the flame vents along her neck from Karie.

Ann is kind and gentle, much like Solaris and Karie, and wants to follow her dreams and keep people safe from harm. She has also inherited the strength from her fathers, and uses it to help Team Singularity keep Flora and all of Infinity safe from harm.

NAME: Louis (VA: David Vincent - Jin Kisaragi) TITLE: " AGE: 2059 (appears age 35) SPECIES: Marowak HEIGHT: 5'9" GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Gay BIRTHDAY: 12/13 FIGHT STYLE: Iaijutsu WEAPON: Yukianesa ABILITY: Lightning Rod STATUS: Living

Louis is the reincarnation of Zane, as he has a piece of Zane within his soul. He has a mastery over ice and lightning, having learned some of Zane's techniques over the years. He has white fur all over, and looks similar to an Alolan Vulpix. Louis has many of the same mannerisms and sense of justice that Zane had, and he carries it with pride. He can be boneheaded like Zane, but he doesn't stop until his job is complete.

NAME: Kitajoh/Kita AGE: 4 SPECIES: Hybrid (Eevee/Scorbunny) GENDER: Female BIRTHDAY: 12/10 ABILITY: Libero

Kita is the daughter of Kiske and Audie. While Solaris had the chance to age Kita up, they would rather she stay young so her parents can see her grow up. She is an Eevee through and through, but with white fur and red striping similar to a Scorbunny. She already is beginning to learn how to control her fire, though it may take her a while due to her rather short attention span. If you were to meet Kita, be prepared for a raucous and energetic child that will talk your ear off if given the opportunity.

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Hello tumblr user dballzposting, i've had a terribly latin american goten and trunks idea while thinking about making myself some maté (weirdass boiling tea-esque argentinian-paraguayan-uruguayan concoction served in a little rotund cup-esque thing that is drank with a metal straw-like thing that isn't really a straw but works like one but better so you dont swallow the leaves and herbs in the little rotund son of a bitch, anyway big part of it is that it's bitter and you drink it while its HOT as balls) and i'm hoping you do not mind the completely cultural dissonance of this ask, i will try to make this make sense

but thinking about mate and how i personally think the Son family is very rural and whatnot and it's canon to some extent but i like to give it some third worlder campo flavor- anyway, i don't think Goten likes maté, but i think Trunks loves it, and Goten kinda resents him for that (its not that serious but trunks can get a little annoying)

because maybe one day trunks comes over to their house and chichi and gohan are there having some maté and like facturas(pastries, see "facturas argentinas" for a clearer picture) and toast with dulce de leche(it solos nutella, change my mind) and trunks never tried maté because bulma doesn't really drink it even if she likes it cause she has a shitty rich ppl coffee machine so trunks drinks that, and vegeta too.. maybe. So trunks has never really tried maté and gohan offers him some because he's nice and goten looks at him expecting him to either burn his tongue or not like it because it's so bitter (he's projecting.) but trunks actually really likes it and he asks gohan how to make it and goten is flabbergasted

days later trunks starts drinking it while he's doing his machine tinkering thing or maybe doing homework (cause the maté thing is like a young teen issue) and he becomes really good at it and at some point he's outside maybe just laying in the grass in some capsule corp garden and drinking maté and vegeta finds him and he usually wouldn't give a shit but he asks to try whatever the fuck has the boy addicted and he likes it too because trunks drinks it bitter and boiling and i think vegeta would too, so it kinda becomes a father-son bonding activity to wake up everyday and have vegeta yell "BOY. MAKE ME SOME MATÉ" or the objectively funnier spanish version: "NENE, CEBAME UN MATE." ("nene" is way closer to meaning "kid" or "child" than it is to "boy" tbh and that just makes it better) and trunks is like "sure" and he makes some and they drink some in silence together (because you don't use individual "cups" for it, you both have to drink it from the same one and refill it from a thermos. maté drinking is a social activity.) and then vegeta flies off to train and trunks goes to school and maybe bulma is there sometimes because she misses drinking maté (and maybe trunks forgets that yamcha fucked his dad, maybe.)

and now when goten comes over to his house trunks offers him maté as a joke to bother him because he knows he doesn't like it (he doesn't like it the way trunks drinks it, or his family drinks it, there's a different version of maté that instead of boiling water has some sort of fruit juice and ice called tereré and i think goten would love that) and goten is done with him and he tells him "SABES QUE NO ME GUSTA EL MATE SOS UN FORRO TRUNKS NO VENGO MAS A TU CASA DE MIERDA" ("YOU KNOW I DONT LIKE MATÉ YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE TRUNKS I'M NEVER COMING OVER TO YOUR SHITTY HOUSE AGAIN" but its funnier knowing the insult "forro" is also another word for condom) and he says so as he's turning on the playstation and sitting down on the couch so he has no intention of leaving but he wants trunks to know that he's being a bitch about his newfound love of maté and that he's deleting fortnite off his ps5 if he keeps this on

also i think videl and gohan would have those shitty picnics some argentinian families have all the time in like those big ass parks and they drink maté and eat these very specific argentinian cookies and i came up with this bit of the delusion solely on the basis of "yeah this would be great enrichment for pan because when i was tiny like her they took me to those shitty picnics all the time and i turned out ok." and also they could invite goten and trunks so they can pick up a football or something and trunks is like sitting with them on the dumbass picnic banquet like "can i make the maté :)?" and he's so happy about it like in his relaxed cool guy wannabe way but he's also like genuinely happy about it and gohan can tell and he's like "sure :)" and trunks does that and every time they are passing around the maté trunks passes it over to goten who looks like he wants to explode him with his mind

and trunks could make some tereré for goten i guess but it's not like he made it FOR HIM specifically while THINKING ABOUT HIM or thinking about what GOTEN would ENJOY or whatever, yknow?

yours truly, yu7i, i'm sorry

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I want to play Miitopia with you. So bad

Hey this post is long I hope y’all don’t mind me sticking a readmore on this sonofabitch. Whatever my response is gonna be doesnt matter much .. It’s done and said right there innit.

- I didn’t know that the character limit on asks was so ... liberal.

- Thank you for the description of maté.. My only exposure beforehand has been the yerbe maté on Tomodachi Life (3DS game).

- I dont know what to fucking say. This is so important. First paragraph alone is both engrossing and lethal.

- I like the things you say and the way in which you say them.

- You cant just put this in someone’s inbox and expect them to be okay.

- You can make your own textposts and @ me in them and then other people can access your genius without having to trudge through my response .. for your consideration. You don’t have to. Whatever you’re comfortable with

- This is so real ... so in-character and believable.

- We can cross this with the dballzposting cinematic universe and point out that Vegeta had boobs (for fashion purposes) for around 2 years and he got rid of them when Trunks was around 14 I think. That is to say, it wasn’t too long ago compared to this. And during that time Trunks and Vegeta didn’t really talk much or hang out much because Trunks was perturbed by the boob thing because no one ever bothered to explain it to him. So his relationship with his father took a hit. And now it’s being healed by maté time! :D

- Trunks lying outside enjoying the sun enjoying maté time and his father just quietly manifests. Arms crossed. Standing out of Trunks’s peripheral. Catching the breeze in his hair. (ok this is baby’s first spanish so be gentle. Here I go.) “Qué tomás.” (I put an accent over the ‘a’ becasue I’m under the impression that you do that when conjugating in the vos form. I learned of this form only an hour ago so please correct me if I’m wrong / if it’s of minor importance...)

- I’ve been trying to answer this ask on and off for three hours now. ((editor’s note: as mentioned at the end of this post I am hitting post in the morning so that people will see it. But this post stole sleep from me last night))

- "NENE, CEBAME UN MATE." Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you

- THE IMAGE OF THEM DRINKING IT IN SILENCE..... I had the thought though that if Vegeta doesn’t know what it is or the custom about it then he could have very well expected his own cup. And when Trunks was like “No we gotta drink it together it’s how you do it” he could’ve assumed that Trunks was just fucking with him. And then I had the thought of Vegeta still insisting on his own cup and then the two of them sitting AT THE SAME TABLE but drinking maté in SEPARATE CUPS and I need you to please tell me if that would be so disturbing and jarring to see and definitely symbolic of a deeply disconnected relationship OR if it would be SOO PETTY and THE FUNNIEST VISUAL GAG EVER or if it would be yknow just not a big deal given the context. Or even maybe just a little funny. Let me know.

- Yeah maybe Trunks forgets about the boobs and about how Yamucha fucked his dad .. Maybe things go back to normal ...

- Bulma would definitely like maté. She drinks so much coffee on the original dragon ball. She loves bitter shit

- This was such an important section: “’SABES QUE NO ME GUSTA EL MATE SOS UN FORRO TRUNKS NO VENGO MAS A TU CASA DE MIERDA’ (’YOU KNOW I DONT LIKE MATÉ YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE TRUNKS I'M NEVER COMING OVER TO YOUR SHITTY HOUSE AGAIN’ but its funnier knowing the insult ‘forro’ is also another word for condom) and he says so as he's turning on the playstation and sitting down on the couch so he has no intention of leaving but he wants trunks to know that he's being a bitch about his newfound love of maté and that he's deleting fortnite off his ps5 if he keeps this on”

I KNOW they have a ps5. And I didn’t recognize the verb “sos” so I spent like an hour (my computer is slow) googling it and reading what I could find and now I know about it & that’s why I put that accent on that “a” earlier and if that’s stupid you can tell me but if it’s good and fine and accurate then that’s thrilling too.

Why did you send this in today. I did not have the time for this today. It’s now been like 3 and a half hours. I didnt HAVE THIS TIME TONIGHT..!

- The way you went on about the picnics is so funny to me becasue you exclusively described them with pejorative adjectives like it’s just something you KNOW ABOUT and SEE but it’s not something that you DO but also you used to but it’s WHATEVER it’s just a THING that people DO in these huge ass parks like who CARES ugh. Adds character and makes the post shine. Really solidifies the tone

- “and he's so happy about it like in his relaxed cool guy wannabe way but he's also like genuinely happy” SO HIM UGH. So him. I’ve seen it. On screen

- I CAN SEE GOTEN WANTING HIM TO EXPLODE HIM WITH HIS MIND ... IN MY OWN MIND... Hold on.

ok i tried.

- “and trunks could make some tereré for goten i guess but it's not like he made it FOR HIM specifically while THINKING ABOUT HIM or thinking about what GOTEN would ENJOY or whatever, yknow? “ <- I can’t tell if this is sarcasm or not. Maybe, like all great literature, it is up for interpretation. I think that he would make it and then not ever pass the mug to Goten and when Goten sheepishly tries to grab it, Trunks moves it away and is like “But you didn’t want any earlier! You didnt WANT social drink time!!” and Goten is like “That was A DIFFERENT DRINK..” and Trunks is like “Well how do you know!” and Goten is like “I watched you make it” and Trunks insists “You don’t know!” and drinks it in front of him. You know

- Goten didn’t HAVE ANYTHING AGAINST maté before, he did not like it but he wasnt BITTER about it or anything he wasnt that BIASED. He was just like “yeah no thanks I think that that shit is foul” yknow? Like he thought it was YUCKY and he couldn’t believe when people took to it so readily but it wasnt a big part of his personality or anything. But Trunks made it a thing. And now it’s a thing

- Not my estadounidense ass typing alt+0233 on my keyboard every time to get that “é”

It is my bed time. I shall hit post on this tomorrow morning so that people have a chance to see it. Thanks for the shot of dopamine. I consider your asks to be a dense pill of vitamins. IDK maybe you do make a bunch of textposts and I just don’t know it. Feel free to @ me any time. My followers and more would love you I think

#dballz posting #goten & trunkz #:emoticon of monkey covering face:

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