#Tag: Second Princess (Bura)

[fruitanddarkness]

💚💚 for bura!

Send me 💚 for a reason to date my muse or Send me ❤️ for a reason to not date my muse!

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💚- She's an extremely caring individual and will always be looking out for you. Need new clothes? A hot meal? Something on your mind? She's there for you.

💚- Bura likes to take her dates to new places they might not have ever had the chance to go to before. She enjoys seeing people happy and amazed by the wonders of the world.

[fruitanddarkness]

@chancestander​

Rex looked to the left, then to the right. He pointed at himself as if to confirm Bura was talking about him and not someone else in the immediate area.

"Me?? Who do I remind you of, that Saiyaman from the movies?"

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“I... no? Ugh this is going to bug me all day!”

Saiyaman? Was that a franchise now or was it something different entirely from the local Saiyaman she knew about? In any case, Bura wanted to understand why she was getting this feeling in the first place.

“How do I put this? Your energy reminds me a lot of someone I’ve met before.. but I can’t understand why.”

[fruitanddarkness]

Continued from: x || @timebrkn​

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With a small smile of gratitude for the strangers permission, Bura sat herself down in the space beside him. It wasn’t that she felt bad about sitting so close; but the stranger appeared to be somewhat lost in thought. Maybe he wanted his space? Whatever the case, the young woman had been granted access to share that lovely patch of grass with this man and took herself a seat.

“Thanks! The grass is so nice to sit on this time of year~”

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Per usual, the teal hybrid carried some form of complicated caffeinated beverage that could only loosely be called coffee. As she took that sip was when this new face spoke up to ask her a question. Blue eyes peered towards the male as he engaged her. 

Training huh? Well, she’d know a thing or two about that. Bura lowered her drink and turned her expression fully on the other to talk about this. 

“Mm, rough how? Is your normal method not working anymore, or maybe your mentor is giving you a hard time?”

[fruitanddarkness]

What are you the god of?

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Tagging: @saiyanbrother​ @cursedfortune​ @chancestander​ @zamaku​​ @viopolis​​ (your pick)  @the-demonpr0digy​  & you!!

Patron of Promises

✧༺ꔫ༻∞　　∞༺ꔫ༻✧

༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺

They call you naive: of all the things to be the patron of, you have tackled the most mercurial of things. Promises can easily be reduced to empty words, the precursor to brokenness, and truly, you have seen so many end in such a way. But you have also seen promises be kept, whether expected to or not. In a way, the gamble of it all charms you the most. Think of professions and vows screamed in guttural voices, of saying sweet things laced with uncertainty, of beautiful edifices built on unstable land, completely at the mercy of the quaking, crumbling earth. 

You are the god of the hopeful, of those struggling to find the good in their blackening hearts. The god of uncertain things, of saccharine words said with pure conviction. A refuge for defiant souls, shelter for those who make poor choices but have good intentions. God of oaths both broken and kept, god of sleeping early so that the new day can sooner begin, god of wonder. You string together the words filled with assurance and rain down belief, on both the promiser and the promised. 

The bringer of hope, however frayed and frail it may be.

Patron of Tough Love

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Let it be known: you do not stand by and approve of those who actively seek to hurt the ones they claim to love. But just because it is love, does not mean that it will always be soft. Think of how a pack of wolves operate: strategic, deliberate, protective, entirely capable of ripping out throats and still raising their young with a burning love. Think of the promise of safety in such a group, but also the devastation, should you betray its loyalty and upheave the order in place. 

You are the god of temperance, of caretakers, and of all those who must carry the weight of responsibility, even when it threatens to crush them dead. God of bending and enforcing rules, god of fair trial and punishment, god of breaking vicious cycles. Protector of older siblings and of soft things needing thicker skin. Deliverer of hard-fought clarity in a fit of rage, weaver of reason into discipline. You teach them how to be strong, to be consistent, in a world that demands them to choose cruelty. 

The grantor of armistice at the end of a long war, the one who blesses the hardened and makes them rest.

Patron of Reunions

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Humanity delights you, and for all their troubles and hardships, you decide that sometimes, you will let them win. Thus, you grant them the blessing of reunion. Think of harbours lined with people, each one waiting for a sailor to come ashore. Think of chance encounters, of suspiciously serendipitous days where souls gone astray finally orbit one another and collide again. 

You are the god of finding courage, of conceding and asking for help. The god of setting broken things to mend, of starting the healing process and seeing it through to completion. God of long overdue embraces, giver of clear eyesight used to navigate a sea of people. Protector of those who lie awake at night in dreamless, fitful sleep, praying for a return. God of leaving a light on and unlocking the door, physically and symbolically. You pave the way home in smooth stone, serving as cushions for blistered, wandering feet. You set the banquet and rehearse the orchestra: you bless the home anticipating the wayward, whether it is a castle or a hovel. 

The herald of arrival, the one who guides the lost to where they can finally be found.

Cumber, Gogeta:

Patron of Farewells

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You see your craft as a necessary evil, in order to foster growth and allow the world to run its course. You bless both the weary traveller, and the loved one they leave behind—but you can never promise a safe return. Think of the sun setting, bidding farewell to all living things that need its light, so that the moon may rise and take its place in the sky. Think of a queen leaving her kingdom when the winter thaws, and the empty throne beside her king while the world blooms. 

You are the god of endings both happy and sad, the one who blesses the beaten path; of wanderers and adventurers, of mapping a way home even when there is no intention to return. god of last words, god of forked roads, god of lingering touches and regretful parting. You bestow beautiful memories unto the dreams of those who are apart, a small mercy for they must wake up alone. You keep them separated for as long as it is required, allowing them to live their lives in half and guiding them to things that will make them feel more whole. Bittersweet farewells are not your only trade: you also bless final farewells, cutting down sharp as a knife and separating lives so that no further harm can be done. 

The harbinger of peace, of the unruly kind.

[fruitanddarkness]

Careful Bura, your Vegeta is showing.

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Ok so: if you want Bura to go from happy and pleasant to... Namek/Cell saga Vegeta, threaten family or friends. Doing so will put her on edge to the point where caution will be thrown to the wind and she will be prepared to fight even the greatest of threats. Her Saiyan pride as a royal and in protecting her loved ones is stoked to a wrathful inferno at the presence of a threat.

This will get better as she gets older, begins to train her mind along with her body, and faces the internalized trauma from the Baby invasion. But for now, that single act is akin to pressing the big red button.

[fruitanddarkness]

Muse edition: Pokemon Teams

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Mirin

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Goten

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Sotarra

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Gogeta

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Gine

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Bura

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[fruitanddarkness]

What is your type?

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“It seems you’ve caught me.”

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“....” if you know you know

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“Huh... looks like I got more from mom than just looks.” 

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“Hmph.. a foolish statement.” 

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[fruitanddarkness]

What is your role in the story?

The Supporter

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Oh gentle comrade, you know what it takes to make others shine. 

You live your life assisting others to reach their goals, but many say you are lackluster and unnecessary. But alas, do we need the stars any less for their dim light helps the moon glow brighter! You are warm inside and out, perhaps made of sunshine one might ask? 

But I can see you are as weary and worn as the hero you so desperately cling to. your purpose is to serve? Is it not? It's those moments of undying loyalty that make your bones ring true with honor. 

"I am right beside you," you whisper, for unlike the ones who lie through their teeth you will be with your ally through joy, through heart ache, through death. It is a difficult thing to gain your trust back if one has shattered it though, you are forgiving yes? You give many chances, but alas, one can only look away from a wrong doing so long. 

You can't exactly turn your other cheek as once wrings a blade through your middle. You are made of a steadfast heartbeat and a tired, knowing smile. You bring solace to the aching, and comfort to the wronged. 

But what happens when your protagonist loses? what happens when your valiant heroes fail you? Will you pick up a sword and vanquish their enemy or will you wait patiently for yet another savior to appear and save the day? 

One must live long enough to see their heroes die. But are you brave enough to take their place? The only strings that bind you to your oaths of subservience are your own doubts. 

"Am I good enough?" They whisper in your ears. You answer that yourself love. For the only difference between the paladin and the stable boy are mettle. 

It is not the question of can you be a hero. it is simply, will you be?

 The One at the Crossroads

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Questioning yourself again? 

Well it's a hard choice is it not. You always decide you've made your mind but you seem to nevertheless return to this state of uncertainty. Are you good or evil? Dark or light? 

Alas, I am not fit for such details in morality. In my slightly skewed sight of it, neither truly exist. They are but a mindset, but mindset or not, they still give you quite the anxieties hm? You are one who has lived in fear, your heart is hidden, and you don't know who to trust. 

You doubt you can even trust yourself. The caustic words of poisonous people have corroded into your skull. "You are evil. You are a monster. You are bad." Well that is indeed a bunch of poppycock, mind my language, for the only one who may decide that is you. 

My dear, you are torn between never allowing others to hurt the ways you hurt, and from running away from all who might harm you again, with gnashing teeth. You are a cornered animal who has been kicked by the ones it trusted. You do not know whether to trust again, for your mind is screaming, don't. 

But if I may, you can be both. It is not the question of whether you are good or evil, it is the question, what do I deserve and how might I reach that? 

You do not deserve pain, correct? So never chase that, instead kindly decline and flee from those like your past assailants, but trust the ones who you know are good. Sometimes you will find people to be a messy combination of both pain and love, but so are you and I. 

My advice is to simply be kind, but be willing to question. Always question, always wonder. Do not give away your heart on a silver platter my dear, it is worth far more than the sun himself, but don't fail to allow healing. You deserve good things in life. 

So as you stand between two roads, walk between the third you just now have noticed. life seems to be made of entirely preposterous choices, but if you look close enough, you'll reveal the right ones that are normally hidden from sight. 

Breathe my dear, things will be well. trust yourself, and carve your own path.

 The Chosen One

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Back again young one? 

Still not comfortable with your new title? Yes, I can see you are one that prefers the simpler things in life but you do deserve the rank they have given you.

Oh little sparrow, have you just now realized you are an owl? Soaring the skies with gleaming, outstretched talons. you lived your life blinded to your own abilities, but now the truth is out. You did not ask to be a hero, which pains my heart to the core. 

But alas, the people have given you something so true and bittersweet you cannot bear to refuse them. For they have given you their trust. they praise you, songs will be sung of you, ballads written, feasts in your honor. 

But "why me?" you quietly whisper to the stars. if you could speak their language you'd hear their simple reply, "because." You, out of the finest candidates were chosen to be a sacrificial lion in golden chains. Your loved ones chanted your worth as it echoed from the steeples. But what was your say on the matter? 

I guess you had little to none, and unfortunately, neither do I. But destiny is not a burden, it is a gift, you feel weighted by the entire world, your shoulders ache from the hopes, fears, and dreams of the people who have chosen to follow you. 

But their adoration isn't blind my dear. You are strong, you are worthy of the armor, of the crown. When you look back you will realize that you, my young god, were truly the savior many called you. Do not run from your purpose, seek it. And I do not mean the heroic of sorts, no, search for what makes you alive young hero, for here's a secret, you are just as much a hero to others as you are to yourself. 

It wouldn't make you a villian, to tell them no...

 The Fallen Prodigy

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Hello old friend, it's been a while hasn't it? 

I remember when you were just a child, gape-smiled and beaming like the sun. where have you laid your youth to rest my love? is it buried beside your heart perhaps? I know how deeply life has wounded you, it took away everything, didn't it? 

Oh poor soul, you held onto happiness with bloody, shaking hands but still fate ripped even that away from you. your past lovers are dead or did some betray you? Turning away in fear of what they once admired. Your comrades have been slain, or their priorities shifted. 

I've heard you too have changed your way of thought. the people fear you know, Do they normally cower at the sound of your name? Ah don't fret, that makes two of us. The masses tend to despise the things they do not have the will to comprehend. 

The villain finds sympathy for you don't they, well I could have seen that from a mile away. You two are the oldest friends, you made a deal with them correct? To save your late love, they tried to hold their end of the bargain, really, but I fear you are cursed to forever be despondent. oh what a sad and miserable life without love. 

Is that why you chase loneliness? For is it truly a life of sorrow if you yourself has chosen it? But don't become bitter from the pain. Trust when I say I have seen wounds unfold a man, turning the gentlest spirits into seething beasts. Please, keep seeking love, even if it seems you are forbidden from it. 

You are the master of your own fate, I see how tired you are. The scars never healed, they twist and wrap around your entire person. Your eyes are dark and lifeless, rest. But keep fighting, not with the sword you have forsaken so long ago, but with your heart. 

I'll be rooting for you my friend.

 The Antihero

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Ah yes, hello edge lord. 

It is lovely to see you again. You my dear, are the incarnation of duality, and you might think of claws and venom mixed with grace but alas, nothing near as poetic. You my friend, are mixture of what is seen as right, and what is questioned. 

You follow the path of your own two feet, you know the twists and turns of life's forests quite well if I do say so myself. And you can meander along them wonderfully. You strive to stay true to a certain sense of principles you might call your code, but whereas in reality, those would be your morals. 

People tend to see you as strange. Sharp edged and glinting you hide behind a cloak of chain mail but really you just prefer to show off your imperfections first. Unlike many who scramble to make it as if their flaws never existed, you proudly raise yours up. Saying, "this is me, this is the worst of me, now you know what to expect." 

And might I say, it is quite an intriguing mindset, for truth be told, the ones that love your spikes and craters are the ones who appreciate your softness the most. You wish not to be loved as something lovable, but as a monster. for aren't we all just beasts in human skin? You are brave, but you are lonely. 

You know quite well how to scare off most, making even the heroes with the boldest bravado creep away with their tails between their legs. You are not a villain, sometimes you play the part a bit too well. But nevertheless you are no hero either. You put yourself first, but if one wins your trust then may the gods have mercy on those who might wrong them. 

You long to be a poetic mess of sorts, and well, if the ink sets in long enough you might just become that sooner or later. But for one who is so dead set on truth you sure do hide a lot don't you? Please, step out of the shadows, there is a difference to not making your flaws visible and to simply acting as if you're the most despicable person in all the realms. 

It's because you're afraid of attachment is it not? well let me tell you a little secret, everyone is. You say you wish to be left alone for eternity but than why are you craving connection. You wish to be known and understood truly, but you snarl and push the ones that might be trying away. 

Please little wolf, accept you are lovable. You are not some ravenous beast that terrifies the multitudes, sure, you are not for the faint of heart but that does not make you an inkling less perfect as you are. 

Young antihero, step into the sun. you would do better actually reaching for the things you want rather than pining for them in the darkness.

 The hero Villain

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So we meet again, don't we? 

Pity, I hoped our reunion would never occur. Oh, pardon my discourtesy would you? But I really find tyrants unpleasant to the mouth. 

“Sic semper evello mortem tyrannis." 

I have seen many before you fall, and I will see many after you descend as well. Oh don't give me that hateful sneer, you more than anyone should know the expanse of my kindness, but vain little heroes are but villains in different shoes. 

You grew up wishing to prove yourself, you were good once, or I thought you were. Maybe you were born nasty. You strove to reach the stars, for you felt unworthy, ha, perhaps you were onto something you pushed those you saw as dirty into the dirt, face down in the name of righteousness. 

But one does not merely hate for hatred itself. All abhorrence stems from fear. You call yourself a savior to merely stomp on the ones beneath you. Would you like a bitter truth? No one's beneath you, some just strike more worry into your heart. Are they better than you? 

As much as I'd adore saying yes, there might still be hope for you yet. After you swallow a few slices of humble pie, and wake up to reality. You cannot force anyone to change. You cannot force anyone to do anything. It is as simple as that. Reality has very few set rules and somehow even then people find a way to break them. 

You're not a god, little beast. It's time you stopped acting like one, for one day a real god will smite you where you stand, and they will be disguised as the "lesser" people you mock so bitterly.

[fruitanddarkness]

I saw Bulla mention in one of your asks that she doesn't like to go super saiyan. Mind elaborating?

It’s not much but it can be broken down like so: 

The primary reason is because the emotions required for the transformation, primarily anger, are not accessible to Bura in a way that will not cause her distress. Fear and distress come before that level of anger for her. I elaborate under the cut if you’re interested in reading further.

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-The entire Baby possessing her, her family, and that entire arc left some trauma. I head canon that she was conscious the entire time even though she wasn’t in control of her body. So you have forced dissociation alongside watching people she loves and respects be forced into a similar state. She felt helpless and violated the entire time. 

-There’s a deep sense of pride for her family being Saiyan royalty, she has to get something from her dad’s genetics.  Seeing them taken down and enslaved felt instinctually disgusting and degrading. This was especially the case with Vegeta becoming the main host for Baby.. a parental figure she has a particularly close and special bond with, watching her dad lose himself was crushing.

-Before all of this, she had no incidences in her life that would push her to transform into a super saiyan. She was spoiled as a child had a supportive family, there was minimal distress there or memory that she could legitimately become that upset about. Admittedly there are moments where she has a very short temper and can become comically angry over some things, but she doesn’t focus on concentrating those emotions of that moment into a full  transformation. 

-Bura was 10 or 12 when this happened. I write her as 19 years old and she joined the time patrol when she was 15. She hasn’t been able to revisit these emotions in a safe place due to her work and also wanting to just forget about it. When the Baby arc ended she did everything she could to try and go back to normal. She denied that she had any lingering negative emotions for her sake and in an effort to try and not trouble her family over this... that, and nobody else seemed to talk about it, so she assumed they wanted to forget as well.  Although some time has gone by, Bura personally isn’t ready to deal with the residual negativity these memories cause her. Again, when these emotions about the situation fear is still the barrier she cannot overcome.

-This last one is more of a personality trait than a reason. Bura isn't used to pushing herself physically and really would prefer not to since fighting is not her first reaction most of the time.

[fruitanddarkness]

I've killed for less ( idk for who im bad at choices )

"Oh yeah? Ever try being nice? It’s not as hard as you think it is."

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Was this her biological father from another timeline? Technically yes. Did she care? At the moment, no. Bura had more than enough power to handle herself against this particular Vegeta.

[fruitanddarkness]

🍁 Bra do you still have your tail? What do you think about your potential to turn into an Oozaru?

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"Not anymore. Mom removed it right after I was born to avoid any 'giant monkey destroying the city during a tantrum due to one missed feeding' antics."

Bura recalled a few instances that one Saiyan or another had told her there were methods to grow a tail back even after years of it being chopped off. She had asked her father about it once, and he admitted he was angered by the fact he didn't get a say in his daughter getting to keep it.. Maybe Vegeta had a preference for his daughter to have a tail, but as far as Bura was concerned that was her choice to make at this point. Much like the Super Saiyan transformation, she wouldn't grow it back unless she felt that she absolutely needed to.

With that in mind, Bura took a sip of whatever overly-sweet caffeinated drink filled her cup as she thought about that second question..

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"An Oozaru huh...I've thought about it a few times, being a giant hairy ape doesn't really sound like something I'd be into. Especially since it takes a lot of training and concentration to just be aware of your surroundings. I like my friends, family, and things all in one piece."

[fruitanddarkness]

🍁 + Bra / Bura / Bulla, can you turn super saiyan?

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“Yeah.. but I don’t really like to use it unless I absolutely have to.”

The events that would trigger enough anger to cause the transformation was something she wanted to avoid thinking about as much as possible. In fact, at times Bura wondered how her dad and the others were able to stay sane after using it so much.