#The arguments are going to get worse. Goku get behind me.

[pics-that-make-you-goku]

Oh no.

[dragon-ball-meta]

"Goku would have also helped Cell become Perfect because he likes to fight and hasn't killed people after they've already been beaten" isn't an argument. It was also refuted. Continuously cycling back to that and talking to me as if I simply "don't understand" this was pointless. Goku liking a good fight does not equate to him deliberately HELPING them become stronger just to try to prove his own superiority. That is a fundamental misunderstanding of who he is. If an opponent wants to fight HIM, he's all for it. If that opponent wants to harm innocent people or his friends, he WILL put them down first and foremost. Shoot, look at Buu. Do you think he was sitting there wanting Buu to absorb Gohan and getting excited because he could fight a stronger Buu now? No. Did he express remorse that Buu had to die and wish he could have come back as a good guy so they could fight without the universe being at risk? Yep, sure did. But did he still put him down when necessary? Yes. Acting as if Goku would deliberately make things WORSE in a scenario to have some strong opponent to fight is a childish oversimplification of his psychology and motives. It's a meme. It's that "Goku would gather the Infinity Stones himself and hand them to Thanos to have a stronger opponent to fight" BS. NOTHING supports that, and its basis is solely rooted in childish takes. Trying to hide that behind the "Goku isn't a traditional hero" line is also nonsense. Toriyama's comment that Goku isn't your traditional hero refers to him not actively seeking out injustices, not actively going out to right wrongs, and handling the situations as he happens upon them in pursuit of his own goals. That does NOT mean that he would, again, deliberately HELP an enemy become stronger, especially at the expense of the lives of others, just for a shot to fight them at their strongest. By this logic, knowing that Cell was getting stronger by absorbing people so he could finally claim the Androids, are we to believe Goku would have done nothing to intervene and help stop Cell? That he would let Cell feed on innocent people just so he could fight a stronger version of him? In point of fact, sparing the Androids, 16, 17, and 18, would be the most in line with who Goku is as a person and an unconventional hero. They really didn't kill anyone, their only target had been him, and they're quite strong with limitless stamina. He'd relish an opportunity to test himself against them in a scenario where people wouldn't get hurt. Even Cell, I'm sure, would be an opponent he'd LOVE to face in an all-out battle under better circumstances, even despite the absolute disdain he had for him after watching him harm his friends as he did. But Goku was also aware of the actual DANGER Cell posed to others, not only himself, and acted accordingly. Even gave up his chance to fight him more once he realized he couldn't really win out and was only helping Cell learn and improve himself. So no, I'm not going to take someone seriously who tries to argue that these two points of who Goku is, means he'd do the exact same thing were he in Vegeta's position. Going back and forth with such a low-effort character analysis that's not rooted in anything in-series is counter-productive and a waste of time. But by all means, continue policing my replies. EDIT: Sweet Jesus I think they legit jumped on an alt to declare themselves the "winner".

Goku not being the infallible superhero type does not equate to him literally helping Cell if he were in the same position as Vegeta. All that does is reinforce that you don't fully understand what Toriyama's comments mean or who Goku is as a character, I'm sorry. Going back and forth with you for the sake of it is not "discussing the issue like adults". And frankly, refusing to keep wasting my time on circular reasoning doesn't exactly reflect on me the way you think it does. What DOES reflect on one's character is taking a dispute about characterization and turning it into a public call-out post whilst declaring I couldn't refute your points as though they were just so brilliant. But whatever. I've spoken my piece on it and I'm leaving it at that. Peace.

Apparently, @dragon-ball-meta blocks people who presents arguments they can't refute. How sad. I thought it was an interesting discussion.

[sevenstarsinning]

Kinktober Day 10- Edging

Work trips were always stressful, but what made them worse was leaving your sulking saiyan behind. Goku didn't understand why you had to leave him and always pouted up until the second you walked back in the door.

"But you just left." He whined and followed you around the house.

"I know, but it's just for a few days and I'll be back before you know it." You genuinely felt bad for having two trips so close together.

"Can I come with you?" He asked, completely serious.

You stopped packing and turned around to face him, cupping his face in your hands, "I know it's hard and I wish you could go with me, but I'll be busy and you'll get bored."

"It isn't fair. I want you to stay." He pouted.

It was a never-ending argument with him that always left you feeling like shit the second you left.

The drive home was never fast enough, mainly because you knew a very eager, excited saiyan would be impatiently waiting by the door for you. You pulled into the driveway and jumped out of the car and raced inside, but found it quiet and it felt a little disheartening.

"Goku? I'm home." You called out.

You glanced around but he wasn't in his usual place by the door, or in the kitchen, you were starting to worry.

"Oh, you're back." He appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the living room.

"Yeah, just got back. Where were you? You're usually here when I come home."

"I didn't want to just wait." He seemed off, something about him was definitely off.

"What's wrong?" You asked, moving towards him.

"I don't like always waiting for you to come back. It's boring and I miss your pussy." He was blunt in a way that had an air of dominance around it.

"Is that it? You only miss my pussy?"

He crossed his arms, "yes, that's the only thing I miss."

Goku was being extremely uncharacteristically rude and it was throwing you off.

"Goku, you never talk like this." You reached for him but his hand snapped over your wrist before you could touch him.

"Goku, what the hell?" You tried to pull your arm away but his firm grip was impossible to break.

"You always leave me here without you and refuse to let me go on your trips. Stop doing that." It wasn't a question, it was a demand and you began to wonder if he had been replaced.

"What's gotten into you?" You tried to pull away again but he didn't release you.

"You don't know what it feels like to be left all the time." He said as he stared directly at you.

"I'm not doing this because I want to be away from you, Goku. That's hard on me too. I do this to support us."

"I want you to stay with me," he said, disregarding your side of the argument.

"And what if I said I want you to stay here with me instead of going out to train?" You challenged, hopeful he would realize how ridiculous he was being.

"That's not fair. At least I'm here every night." He seemed to be genuinely upset, not something you'd seen from him often.

He took a step towards you, "you need to know what it feels like." Without warning he grabbed you and hoisted you over his shoulder.

"Goku?!" You squirmed as he carried you towards the bedroom.

Whatever had gotten into him was unfamiliar territory and you weren't quite sure how to deal with it. Goku was always so sweet.

"Goku, stop! Can we just talk about this a little more?" You tried to wiggle free but he was far too strong.

He entered the bedroom and tossed you on the bed.

"No more talking. I want to show you." He was determined to carry out whatever plan he had.

Goku grabbed your ankles and pulled you to the end of the bed before grabbing your pants and basically ripping them off of you.

Goku wasted no time in spreading your legs open harshly, his mouth already watering at the sight of your soaked cunt before him.

"See how you like just waiting." He said looking up between your thighs.

Without another second, he dove in face first, his mouth latching onto your cunt while his tongue delved into you. He growled against you as you squirmed and bucked your hips.

Goku had never been one for delayed gratification, he often begged and whined until you gave in. But not this time. He kept you on edge, teetering on the cusp of screaming his name as you came, but he refused you that pleasure. His tongue moved at inhuman speeds, circling your clit, making you buck your hips against his mouth. Within minutes he denied you at least five orgasms and had no intention of giving in anytime soon.

"Goku... please let me come." You panted, fingers tugging at his thick black hair while his face remained buried between your thighs.

"Say you won't leave anymore." He looked up at you with a stern expression fixed on his face accompanied by the wetness from your ruined orgasms on his chin.

"You know I can't do that." You said feeling like winning this was impossible.

"Fine." He dove back in, his tongue swirling around your sensitive clit.

"Goku, goddamn it, let me come." You huffed in exasperation.

He ignored your pleas, over and over again, bringing you to the brink and leaving you hanging. Your orgasm just out of reach.

"Promise me." He growled again, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your thighs.

"I-I can't." You bucked your hips against his mouth, trying to get off before he stopped again.

"Say it and I'll let you come."

You arched your back off the bed, so close, "please, Goku!"

He pushed two fingers into your soaked cunt, only adding to your torture.

"Fuck... fine, fine. I promise." You conceded.

"Promise what?" He said between flicks of his tongue over your sensitive clit.

"I won't leave anymore! You can go with me if I have to. Just please let me come!" Tears sprung to your eyes as you neared another orgasm, hoping this one wouldn't be denied as well.

He grinned with his mouth against you, tongue working even faster in sync with the pumping of his fingers in and out of you. Your legs trembled as he finally let you fall over the edge, a harsh orgasm slamming into you and making the most guttural moan escape your lips.

Your chest rose and fell with soft panting as you tried to regain some strength in your body. Goku climbed up the bed and settled between your legs with his arms tucked beneath you.

"Did you mean it?" He asked with a softness in his voice.

"Yes, I meant it but I have to go on these work trips. If you want to come with me, you can," you relented. It was hard to say no to him and having just dealt with the consquences of leaving him at home, it was better to let him come with you.

[lilhemmo]

may seem weird but... i've seen you reblog a decent amount of vegeta so i feel comfortable asking you this hehe. would you be willing to write a vegeta x reader story?? maybe of how he's not used to affection but the reader just kinda is forceful about it??? like doesn't get fazed when he rejects her kisses bc she sees him blushing, etc. and then maybe eventually she stops and he gets frustrated and is like "excuse me why did you stop???" please and thanks! love your writing!

a/n: i’ve been holding onto this one bc i’ve never written for db and i’m totally scared i’ll prob lose a bajillion followers, but may as well start now! i appreciate the ask :) fem!reader for, well, because vegeta frequently uses the term “woman” 

ps. apparently this is just me word dumping. not sure if the story even makes sense??? but hey, first time is first time. hopefully you like it!

tw: blood, language, etc. the usual for db

It was normal for you to tag along when Goku and the gang got caught up in some sort of crazy scheme with a new bad guy to defeat. You were their healer, after all.

Sensu beans could heal the combatants, but it was not always healthy if they were given an alternative route should the time arise.

And today, after fighting a huge, man-turned-monkey, everyone was worse for wear. Including the superhuman in question.

It took a while, but somehow, Goku convinced him to return to Earth and train together. Given that they were the last of the Saiyan race, you swear you saw some sort of light flash in the Prince’s eyes before he mellowed and spat out some retort akin to a thank you.

“You can shack up at Capsule Corp if you need a place to stay,” Bulma offers to him on the ride back to base. She smiles over her shoulder and he bristles, “You’re basically homeless now anyway.”

“Bulma!” you snap, turning to her in the driver’s seat. “The man has lost his race, have you no filter?!”

You see that his shoulders vibrate with tension, “I do not need you to defend me, woman! I am the Prince of all Saiyans, I can speak for myself.”

“Prince of Nothing, if you ask me,” Bulma mutters.

Vegeta growls in the backseat, but he’s too wounded to do much of anything towards the billionaire mechanic. Instead, he closes his eyes and evens out his breathing, and eventually you believe he falls asleep.

-

It took much time to seal up the Prince’s wounds. No one thought he was yet worthy of a sensu bean, instead opting to have you stitch him up and provide medication to help numb the pain.

You noticed as you stitched up the various gashes on his body that he whimpers in his sleep. His body moves strangely at the waist, but you realize that he’s searching for a tail long since cut at the base. Even though it shouldn’t, it saddens you for the Prince. So much lost in such little time. It can drive a man mad.

Apparently, it has.

Your body freezes as he groans and his eyes flit around behind closed lids. You instinctively reach out and cover his hand with your own, “It’s okay, it’s just me. You’re in the med bay, on a heavy dose of narcotics. You need to settle.”

“Damn Earth-woman,” he mutters, shaking his head and willfully pushing his eyelids open, “I won’t listen to your drivel. Where is Kakarot?”

You press firmly on his shoulder and he winces but falls back into the bed with little struggle thanks to the medication. You knew he’d need a large dose given his Saiyan metabolism.

“Goku,” you correct snidely, “is eating outside with the others.”

His upper lip curls and you’re ready for some spiteful drabble, but it never comes. Instead, he turns his head and scowls off in the distance.

You’re not sure what comes over you, but you reach up and push your hand over his hair, brushing the sweat-laden tendrils out of his eyes. Before your hand can come into contact with his skin, his right arm juts out and secures your wrist in his grasp.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asks, glaring deep into your eyes.

You don’t back down, and you’re not sure if it’s because you’ve finally found someone to rival your stubbornness, or if it’s purely out of spite, “I’m trying to be kind. Is there no kindness where you’re from?”

“The world is unkind, woman,” he barks, tossing your hand to the wayside. Vegeta takes a breath and tilts his head, “I do not expect it to change now.”

-

You’re not sure when it happened, but at some point you quite liked it when Vegeta would show up to the medical bay for patching up. Even now, months later, he’s not entrusted with the sensu beans because there is such a small supply of them and he’s still not proven his loyalty.

“Damn Kakarot,” he winces as you stitch up a split on his bicep. You notice the puckering of pink scars all along his chest and back as you’ve walk around his body. There’s no telling where they’ve all come from.

You run your thumb over the edge of the last stitch, swallowing thickly, “You’ll get better, now that Bulma’s designed the anti-gravity room.”

Vegeta clicks his tongue against his teeth and looks away from you, “It shouldn’t take special training for me to defeat Kakarot in our sparring matches. I shouldn’t have to try this hard.”

“But you do,” you emphasize, “so just work with the tools you’ve been given.”

Vegeta rolls his eyes, “You’re so dense, woman. It should not be this way. I am Prince Vegeta, and Kakarot is…not. He wasn’t even raised on our home land.”

You shrug and find that while he’s distracted with his inequities, he’ll allow the gentle brush of your fingers against his scars, old and new alike. You swallow, “I think that everyone here has a role to play. I, for one, am glad that you’re not their main target.”

His head cocks to the side at this, and your finger stills against his shoulder, “And why would you say that?! Are you seriously so dense that you would want me seen as weak just so they would point the finger at Kakarot? That miserable excuse of a Saiyan?!”

You grip his bicep so hard your nails bite into his flesh. He grits his teeth but you don’t let him speak, ��I’d rather them go after Goku, yes! Now shut up and let me patch your eye.”

In the heightened argument, Vegeta’s brow begins to bleed again, trickling down to his chin before dripping into his lap. You reach out with a cotton pad and brush away the crimson liquid, never missing the way his lips quirk when you touch him.

“You humans are a strange race,” he mutters, licking the corner of his mouth. “I’m not sure I’ll ever come to understand you.”

-

It’s been too long, you think. It’s been far too long.

You swallow thickly, your eyes hot with the thoughts of what could be keeping them away. You curl up in the corner of the bench stationed on the patio, wrapping your arms around your legs and holding tight. The stars in the sky, blinking brightly, make you wonder if maybe that’s their power spiking and ebbing as they fight whatever force it is so far away.

“They’ll be back soon,” Bulma speaks soothingly, offering you a bowl of soup.

You wave your hand, your eyes never breaking away from the constellations. You roll your lips together and wish the blush away from your face.

As if the universe senses your distraught heart, a bright white flash of light appears down on the ground and two broken fighters crumble into the grass.

You’ve never sprinted faster in your life.

Your knees buckle underneath you as you join the Saiyans in the dirt, your hands roaming over the broken chest plate to touch raw flesh, blood pulsing under your fingertips.

“Woman,” he speaks weakly, “get your filthy paws off me.”

You scoff and duck your head into his neck, uncaring to the smell of blood and sweat radiating from him. You laugh through tears and he bristles under your touch, hands stilling at his hips.

“I thought you’d died,” you murmur, leaning back and taking in all of his injuries. You swallow thickly, “I-I thought I couldn’t feel your energy for a moment.”

“Oh, you think so little of me,” he winces, grasping at his side. “If Kakarot were to arrive home, so would I!”

“I know,” you speak slowly, fighting a smirk. You put your arm under his shoulders and he fights you for a moment, but practically passes out against you.

“Stupid Saiyan,” you mutter, dragging him to the med bay where you have a stash of sensu beans. “I’m always cleaning up after your messes.”

-

It took a while before Vegeta would spend time in the common rooms of Capsule Corp with the others, but once he did, you couldn’t help but to gravitate towards him.

You start with touching him on the shoulders from behind, brushing fingertips against the muscle of his back to ask a question in quiet.

“What?!” he snaps, turning so his lips brush your cheek by accident. Your entire being turns beet red, but you repeat your question anyway, “Would you like something to eat?”

And then it turns to sitting too close on the couch, knees brushing while watching the news and drinking your protein shakes and coffee respectively. When your knee strays towards his, you watch as his body tenses, and in spite alone, you press your thigh against his own and relax further into the couch. You bring the cup to your lips as a bright red tint paints his cheeks.

And then the inevitable occurs - you fall asleep against his shoulder.

You’re fully expecting him to punt you off the couch and back to your apartment room within Capsule Corp. You’re surprised when the only thing that occurs is his body completely seizing up on the couch cushions.

You flow in and out of sleep, drifting from one plane to the next. You feel heat radiating against your body, but it only brings you back to your slumbering state.

The feel of an arm around your shoulders jolts you awake but you barely pry open your eyes thanks to the darkness of the room. The television is still playing some mindless channel, but Vegeta’s arms have scooped you up and he’s started towards your room.

You try to murmur something, but your head lolls to the side and you find your nose nuzzled against his neck. You can feel his pulse hammering against your skin, but it only lulls you back to sleep.

The last time you wake is when you feel your body laid down in your bed, covered by your sheets. You reach out and grasp him by the wrist, pulling him close enough you can speak in your sleep-ridden voice.

“Stay.”

After you’ve said it, you regret it. Where did that even come from?

Vegeta’s forearm pulsates with muscle as his body tenses. A strangled noise comes forth from his throat and you swear you hear him crumble down to one knee.

You can now touch his cheek, and so you go for it. You know that in the morning you can pretend it never happened if he rejects you - you can blame it on sleep. Maybe you were dreaming? He’ll never have to know.

Your palm spreads over the expanse of his face, cupping his jaw so the tip of your index brushes his earlobe. He’s hot to the touch, both thanks to his Saiyan blood and his blushing body.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he spits, tearing his arm away from you.

Angry tears flood to your eyelids and you try to hold back a sniffle but it’s no use. You roll over and curl into yourself, digging your head into the pillows.

It’s okay, you think, I’ll save myself from the nightmares.

You must have said it out loud, because Vegeta gasps next to you. It takes a moment, but you feel the bed dip beside you. Instantly, your body warms. You smile and curve your body backwards, sucking in a breath.

“You’ve come a long way, Saiyan Prince,” you murmur, reaching behind you to grasp him by the wrist. “From trying to destroy my world to saving it. From being my nightmare to making your way into my dreams.”

A grunt puffs breath onto your neck, hot enough to send a jolt down your spine, “Don’t get used to it, woman. I won’t be kind a second time.”

“I know,” you try not to be chastising. You turn your head to catch his dark eyes, glinting thanks to the moonlight filtering through your window. You repeat his words from so long ago, “The world is unkind. I don’t expect it to change.”

He is silenced by your words, thought drawing his brow and wrinkling his forehead. You take advantage of the silenced Saiyan to curl into him and savor the warmth.

For it is gone when the sun rises. As if he were never there at all.

-

You weren’t surprised that it was you to kiss Vegeta first.

Apparently, no one was surprised. Except Vegeta.

Whis returns with both Goku and Vegeta in tow, dragged behind him like sacks of flour. Their bodies are riddled with bruises and cuts, eyes swollen shut and knuckles battered beyond recognition.

“I came as soon as I could,” the angel sighs. “It appears they were badly injured prior to my arrival. I assumed a sensu bean would make things better?”

Bulma sprints off in search of the bag of sensu she keeps locked away for emergencies, but you’re focused on the Saiyan in Whis’s left hand.

“I-Is he?” you stutter, unable to feel his energy.

Whis’s face hangs low, his usually pastel skin a deep blue color. He sighs, “I grabbed them as soon as I could. You know how Lord Beerus can be. I will likely be chastised when I return to our world.”

“Thank you,” you manage. You drop to your knees and spread your hands out over his chest, looking at the bleeding wounds protruding from under his cracked chest plate. You thought Bulma had reinforced this one, but it appears you will have to make some adjustments. Perhaps a healing patch where his heart would be?

“We’ll have to chew them for them,” Bulma tells you, “they’re both unconscious and won’t be able to swallow the bean whole.”

You take the sensu bean from her hand and crush it between your teeth, forcing yourself to keep it between your molars instead of swallowing it as you’re used to doing. You lean down and take Vegeta by the cheeks, pressing your mouth to his and transferring the bean to his tongue.

After a moment, the color returns to his face and you can’t help the tears that well up in the back of your lids and threaten to spill over.

“Wh-What happened?” he croaks, trying to reach up to touch his battle wounds but unable to move his arms just yet. He looks up at you and his entire body goes hot, realizing at once just how close the two of you are.

He barely has a second to react when you thread your fingers into his hair and pull him roughly by the head to crush your mouth to his own. Vegeta’s left hand barely grazes your thigh when he comprehends what is going on and snaps away from you.

“H-How dare you?” Vegeta spats, eyes widening. His hair begins to glow at the tips, his Super Saiyan form threatening to overtake his body.

You don’t care, though, and instead you drag him so you’re hugging him around the shoulders, your shaking body sagging against him as you cry. “Shut up,” you mumble, gripping him as tightly as possible. “I thought I lost you.”

“Gross, Bulma!” you hear from across the courtyard. “I haven’t even kissed my own wife, why would I want to kiss you!?”

“It wasn’t a kiss, you oaf!” Bulma shouts back at her lifelong friend. Her eyes are bright and wide as she pokes her finger into his damaged chest, “I was simply transferring a sensu bean from my mouth to yours, nothing else! Gee whiz, for a pretty simple guy you make things too complicated.”

“I-I’m so-” Vegeta starts, your head still buried into his neck. You feel the heat of his hand hesitate before pressing flat against the small of your back. A grunt breaks up his words, and you don’t press him. You’re just thankful he’s still here.

-

“Saiyans show affection through their tails, Kakarot,” Vegeta explains over dinner one night. Bulma ordered in a ton of food, and they were both exhausted from a particularly long training session. “We do not do the human rituals of mating.”

You tilt your head, stabbing a shrimp and putting it between your lips. You listen, never giving input, but allowing the words to sink in as you understand how the past years he’s done nothing but recoil at your affections. You, as a human, are not sure how else to communicate how you feel, given that the Saiyan is not very articulate either.

“That explains so much!” Bulma giggles. “No wonder you don’t know what to do every time she touches you.”

Your face goes red as everyone at the table looks at you and Vegeta, sitting too close because it’s too comfortable. His foot hits yours under the table and you want your body to melt right then and there.

Instead of bowing down, you sit up straighter and try to keep your features even, “It isn’t my fault that Saiyans are incapable of understanding human affection. Sounds like a personal problem to me.”

Vegeta’s ears perk at this, and a smirk paints his lips.

And from that day forward, you vow that you’re going to keep your distance. In fact, you do so for three months before you start to notice the cracks in Vegeta’s metaphorical emotional armor.

He begins to lean in closer to you when he speaks. He always makes sure no one else sits near him on the couch to watch television. He always passes the med bay after training, wondering if you’re available with a sensu bean. 

For some reason, his body feels cold at the lack of your presence. He tries fighting more with Kakarot, but that does little to fill the void. The Saiyans were a proud race, with strong women who held the families together. He’s not sure if he’s missing that, or missing you.

You’re curled up on the couch the next time you feel his touch. It’s hauntingly familiar, and a heat shoots up your spine.

Even so, in your slumber, your senses become groggy and you reach out and deck him in the jaw with a left hook.

Vegeta stumbles back and you jolt forward, profusely apologizing and fussing over the incident. You don’t miss the smirk as he stands back to his full height, fists curled by his side.

“I knew you were strong, woman,” he grits his teeth and you swear he’s in his battle stance. “I just never knew how strong. Of course, you’re nothing for a Saiyan, but for a human, you’re remarkable.”

You hide the tint on your cheeks and cross your arms over your chest.

“However,” Vegeta begins, mimicking your position, “it’s not how I would have liked to feel your touch.”

The both of you stare at each other then, and you’re unable to produce words. After the conversation about Saiyan mating rituals, you assumed Vegeta wanted nothing to do with you, given your lack of tail.

He swallows thickly, his throat bobbing. Even still, his voice sounds more like a bark than the typical man, “I did not realize how-accustomed I had become to you. I may not understand how humans show affection, but I think that’s what you’ve been doing. Am I wrong?”

You step forward, your lip between the bite of your teeth, “This entire time you’ve been rejecting it, recoiling from it. I decided to take the hint.”

Vegeta’s eyes squint shut and his fists tighten in front of him, knuckles turning white under the strain. He looks at you and you see the faintest of blue eyes threatening to come to the surface should he express any further frustration.

“I am not used to touch,” he admits, voice hollow. “The only touch I receive is from battle, and I did not realize how comforting it could be to have someone else’s hands tending your wounds and touching your skin. I’ve only ever had those who touch me try to harm me.”

You reach out and tentatively frame his cheek with your palm, “I do not wish to anger you, Vegeta.”

“I know that now,” his voice is still proud despite the admission. 

“Carry me?” you ask, raising both arms to rest around his neck.

Vegeta smirks, eyes closing for a moment before sweeping you up by your knees and your shoulders, cupping you close as he flies to your apartment. It isn’t far, but the wind in your hair and the stardust in the sky makes the short flight worth it.

This time, when he puts you into bed, you do not have to ask him to stay. He simply curls up behind you and waits for you to come closer. Your body is like a magnet, drawn to him in the dark. Your ankles thread together and you touch his chin with your thumb.

In an instant, your lips are on his, but the moment is short as you pull away with a small smile.

“Ah, a sneak attack,” he mutters, his free hand reaching up to touch his lips. “Not sure how I would feel about that in front of the others.”

“In front of the others?” you echo.

Vegeta nods firmly, “Hm.”

You’re not sure what overtakes you next, but whatever it is, Vegeta is impressed. Your body rolls flush with his, your lips slotted firmly against his own as your hands touch his face. It takes a moment to find some sort of rhythm, but once you’ve found it, you don’t let it go.

“Now I have to let them know that you’re mine,” he grunts against your mouth. “Can’t have that nasty old pervert of a man looking at you anymore. If he does, he’ll have to deal with me.”

You giggle, tucking your head against his neck to press a featherlight kiss there. He lets out a strangled noise from the back of his throat, so you do it again, but harder this time. His pulse thumps against your lips and you smirk, “I can’t wait.”

When the both of you arrive to breakfast the next morning with bedhead and hickeys, everyone starts passing around money to pay up on their bets. Turns out, you and Vegeta were inevitable.

a/n: hope you liked it! that was fun to write! prob won’t get a ton of notes, but i appreciate the ask anyway :) 

[kongnextdoor]

“Add TERF to the list of Kirmun’s crimes. At this point, who cares, right? She’s lied so much and caused so much trouble, what’s one more thing? Well, it’s two more things, because apparently she’s also been telling people that the mun has a KiwiFarms account:

I’m a little confused by the quotes around ‘alerted,’ did she just accidentally admit she goes there all the time? No, it was probably just a stupid mistake... she makes a lot of those. Like how, since day one I’ve maintained that Diddy and Dixie are 21 and Tiny is 18, and yet she’s accidentally made a hundred posts ‘correcting’ me saying that Dixie is the older sister. She’s stupid like that...

That link doesn’t actually go to the forum, it goes to imgur. So all we have is some cherry-picked incriminating posts, from this very real man. His name is supposedly ‘Stacy’s Mom’s Son’... okay, so someone is pretending to be my brother, or they would be if I was the only person in the world named Stacy. But they do mention Kirmun... also Goku? Who RP’s freaking Goku? It’s like they can’t decide whether or not they’re trying to frame me.

The question is who? Everyone who knows Kirmun knows who she hates, she is not subtle about it, and until recently Wendy and I were separate from her two block lists. So any of her dozens of enemies would know that imitating either one of us would eliminate any suspicion from them. Hell, it could even be Kirmun herself trying to ‘prove’ that IP Addresses aren’t doxxing just to justify handing out IPA lists. I can never tell with her.

But whatever, the main point of this post is that I’ve caught her being a TERF. She’ll deny it to her dying breath and do bizarre mental gymnastics until she can turn it back on me but I caught her. Let’s say, for the sake of argument, I actually was born a male. I’ve still chosen to use female pronouns and present as female online. In addition to all the other harassment, Kirmun has also consistently and maliciously misgendered me. Oh but I can’t prove intent! I didn’t say I was going to take you to court... sheesh, why are you always so defensive? (Also, I mean... I am cis/het, so you’re actually even worse than a TERF. You’re like the white guy who follows a cis woman into the girls’ restroom because he suspects something, and checks her genitals. You’re in a group so much worse than a TERF they don’t even have an acronym for it yet.)

Also there’s her claim that ‘I tried to settle this in the IM’s’ and she links to the post where she unblocked Wendy and sent him 9 messages and one anon, then blocked him again. Well, she did that to me too on 7/16/2019 I may dissect it later, but she swiftly unblocked, sent 14 IMs and 3 anons, then blocked me again, I made a post about it at the time. She obviously had no intention of settling anything behind the scenes, I don’t know how long you have to wait until it gets another timestamp, but she never triggered one once. I don’t remember what I was doing last year, but I came back to Pi in my inbox.

But maybe those weren’t her. Maybe someone else sent those three anons in the same ten minutes or so... from the same IP Address... and the same computer ID... and same Operating System, Browser, Screen Resolution, User Agent... and you know what, I bet lot of people spell ‘attension’ like that...

No... it pretty much is just you... don’t they have spell checkers where you come from? Which brings us to the final point, after about a year of teasing her, she finally learned how to use a spell checker and spelled attention right, seven times in our call out document. Mama’s so proud. Can we get a golf clap?

Now, if we could just get her to admit to sending anons that aren’t even really that hateful, but she still denies them on principle.”

[quillovesdbz]

Week 2 submission for @tpthvegebulmayhem

Clandestine Downfall

Chapters: 1/2/3/4/5/6/7

Chapter 2: A Shark Among Koi

Summary: Bulma admires her family, and reflects on the danger she causes Yamcha. The Regent devises a plan to assassinate a King Vegeta loyalist who may spread propaganda to the influenceable prince.

Rating: T

Genre: Cloak and Dagger, Fantasy, Fairytale AU, Horror, Dark Fiction

TW: Violence, conspiracy for murder, assassination, injury description, poisoning, vomiting

Prompts: Trail of Breadcrumbs, Blood of an Englishman, The boy who lied

The attack was over in seconds. The great general had won the war with a simple stab in the back. There was no need for a bloody battle when King Vegeta had double agents on the inside. Nappa cradled the dying duke of Sadala in his arms.

“Forgive me,” he whispered lightly. The duke scratched at his throat, fighting for breath. But Nappa’s tiny dagger had been coated in a lethal poison. It was over in seconds for the duke. Sadala belonged to King Vegeta now. All its inhabitants would become slaves, or rebel and die. It was horrible business, but business nonetheless. The King's wife was with child for the second time, and nothing mattered more to him than providing for his people and securing a prosperous kingdom for his son to one day rule.

Nappa had spent most of his life loyal to the Duke of Sadala. But the king promised prosperity, wealth, and above all life. Yes, for the atrocious betrayal, the king promised not to kill General Nappa. The giant found himself unable to refuse when the price was his life. Coward. So he turned on his own friend, who had trusted him. His stomach felt heavy, his throat dry. He relaxed his hold on the duke, who rolled from Nappa’s lap and onto the cold stone floor. Nappa turned his head and clutched his stomach as he heaved. The bile seemed an endless stream, nearly suffocating the general. The taste was putrid and sour, the smell much worse. This is only the beginning of my punishment. Nappa lamented to himself. The hot sting of regret swept over him like waves of lava. His eyes could not contain the tears they fought to hold back. He let out an anguished scream, chilling and seemingly endless.

Then he awoke from the nightmare. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. He felt drips of perspiration down his back and neck. His sheets were wet throughout. His heart pounded incessantly, filling his ears with a rhythmic beat. He could hardly hear himself think. “Guh…” he vocalized as he tried to catch his breath. He hadn't had a nightmare quite so realistic in a long time, in fact years.

This is my ongoing punishment. Nappa lamented to himself.

…

It had been years since Vegeta had heard Nappa’s blood curdling screams in the middle of the night. It jolted him awake nonetheless. They didn't last long, the general woke himself up quite quickly. But... the prince couldn't help but wonder what trauma this man had endured to trigger such violently horrific dreams. He knew that before his father's death, there were many a bloody battle, led by the great general. But these screams weren't battle cries, nor were they cries of pain or injury. These nighttime howls were deep suffering cries. Cries of acts unable to be undone. True and raw regret, sorrow and heartache. And they chilled the prince to the bone. Though, he dared not ask of them.

The prince had always known Nappa. For as far as he could remember, the lumbering, bald man had always been there.

Vegeta sat up in his bed, squinting at the bronze rays of sunlight dancing through the drapes. His stomach bayed angrily, a call that the prince did not normally refuse. But today he wanted to avoid people. Especially Nappa. So he sighed and fell heavily into the oversized wine colored pillows.

Nappa…

Lately the general had been sick. He was hacking and coughing all day, in every wing of the castle. Someone get that man a hobby. There had been a long peace. The war the king started ended shortly after his death, and the general had been on babysitting duty ever since. When Prince Tarble and the Queen had passed, the king became ferociously protective of his first born. The first order of business was appointing a personal bodyguard to the prince, which became General Nappa. In times of peace the general would protect and train the young prince. In times of war others would be tasked with the job while Nappa led the armies in battle. The most recent political turmoil was due to the emperor of France. A sniveling lizard of a man, with a fearsome army. Emperor Frieza had tried to take over the kingdom of Vegeta in an attempt to gain more territory for France. The armies clashed in many great battles but it was ultimately a stalemate. The Regent and reluctant General Nappa called an armistice for the time being, but the emperor was not one to be trusted. And thus the mandatory enlistment was enforced.

So in this long peace, the prince and the general had become close. Though neither would ever express that sentiment.

But together they created many fond memories. In a strange way, this enemy turned double agent became a sort of father figure to the lost and lonely boy. He was the solid ground for which the prince could stand. A ribbon to hold the strands of yarn that were the prince's insecurities together. And for Nappa the prince was redemption. A cloth to wash the sins of his past away, a chance at atonement. They needed each other, these funny two, as physically contrasted as they may be.

…

“So it will be by poison?” the assassin inquired.

“Arsenic,” the Regent replied, slyly.

The assassin held the bottle to the dim candle light and examined the fine gray powder.

“This isn't the way I normally do things. I would much prefer slicing a throat or a dagger in the back. This feels…”

“Dishonorable? Any kind of killing is dishonorable, Hit. This is just a more discreet way.”

The assassin, Hit, shifted in his boots. He wasn't uncomfortable with the request, but he felt safer doing what he knew best, and he didn't know poisons.

Hit was an outsider, an englishman. The Regent selected him for his renown, there wasn’t anywhere on earth you could go without word of his work. He was taller than expected, bald and dignified. He wore a long violet cloak that held his form tightly to the waist, and loosely in the skirt. His skin was pale, almost lavender in shade, and his eyes were a blood red.

The regent sensed the unease from the killer he hired.

“It can't be helped…” The Regent began. “One trail of breadcrumbs will lead to another, and we can't risk being found out. You will not spill the blood of this, or any other man. Arsenic is the most clandestine method, and which I command you to use.”

Without argument, Hit bowed to the black clad Regent, and took his leave.

It is done. The Regent sighed internally, gliding elegantly to the crimson covered mirror.

“Mirror, mirror,” the Regent chanted, lifting the veil of drapery from the golden mirror.

“M'lord?” it answered, with the accent of a regal gentlemen.

“Will this be enough to control the prince? I will have eliminated all of the old king’s allies with the pending murder of General Nappa. There should be no supporters of his left to fill the young boy with his false propaganda.” There was a sadness in his tone, and as his words came out they fell like heavy bricks.

The mirror was silent as it felt around the otherworld for the most likely outcome.

“This plan will work under one condition. The prince will meet a blue haired girl, and fall in love. He will trust her word over yours, ultimately ending in your death. You must make sure they never meet, or kill her as well.”

The Regent pressed his fingertips on his cheek, the cup of his hand covering his mouth. His hand reeked of garlic, a side effect of coming in contact with the arsenic.

The mirror flashed a vivid image of the blue haired girl. She was pale with pink lips and a slender nose. She had a small frame, but she was taller than most girls. She looked to be about 17, the same age as the prince. She was dressed in peasant garb, no doubt a lowly commoner. She's just a girl. A peasant. How much could she mean to anybody? It would be a great hassle to hide the prince away, securing a future where he never meets her. She too must die.

…

Bulma had a horrific experience on her trek home. The forest was pitch black and foreboding. The rain beat down on the earth, the trees and the girl. Traumatized from her recent encounter with the prince, her mind was racing.

What a horrible man! She recalled. I am so lucky I am not found out, an evil person such as he would have killed me on the spot.

With each step she quickened her pace to get home as soon as possible. With each step her heartbeat also quickened. She had the most exasperating feeling that she was being watched, but she knew it was just her anxiety, heightened by the encounter.

The once full moon was completely encased by the dense tree tops. The animals rustled in the distance more so than usual, likely due to the storm. Damn animals, she reassured herself. When she knew she was close to home she untied her navy ribbon to let down her hair. It was drenched, and fell heavily to her shoulder blades. Her lie was undone, and finally she made it home.  

...

Yamcha rose from bed early. He stretched his arms out and let out a long windy yawn. It was a gorgeous morning, having just rained the night before, the sun was out and dusting it's glittery dew on every leaf and blade of grass. He looked at the bed space behind him and noted its distinct emptiness. She sure was mad at me. He concluded. But just then he heard a splash coming from the washroom.

...

Bulma had stayed awake all night, frightened of the consequences she might have to face at the stables. And the trauma from the kick in her side was too painful to let her sleep. She instead watched her siblings sleep. Each one rested in their own unique way. Goku, a raven, wild haired boy, was sprawled out with a foot in Oolong’s rotund face. Oolong, a fat pink boy with short light red hair,  had a hold of Goku’s entire left leg, as if it were a delicious turkey leg waiting to be eaten. Launch, a blonde petite girl, curled into Tien’s arms, one half of her body tightly to his, the other half outstretched like Goku. Tien, who was the second oldest at 9 years, had always slept far from the others in his own private corner. That is until Launch came along and she appointed the light blond boy her personal stuffed animal. He didn't mind. Chichi and Krillin were 8 year old twins who couldn't be more different. Chichi slept on her belly, legs and arms tucked in and rear in the air. Her dark hair was nearly as long as she was tall. To avoid entangling the other children she kept it braided tightly during the night. On the other side of the room, as far from his sister as possible, Krillin was on his back, arms behind his head and legs outstretched, hanging of the bed. He kept his head shaven, as he aspired to be a monk for the monastery one day. And little Lazuli, the 6 year old mute blonde girl, slept as straight as a board, hands to her side and heels at attention. It was funny how she looked just like a tiny soldier, disciplined and fearless.

After hours of listening to their small snores, Bulma picked herself up and decided to bathe before they awoke.

The scar faced delinquent stood from the bed. While hesitant at first, he decided to join Bulma in the bathroom. She was never mad at him for too long. He tiptoed so as to surprise her. He pressed his dark skinned hand to the curtain that separated their chambers and their washtub. For a split second he listened, enjoying the subtle sound of a beautiful woman washing herself gently. I’m sorry Bulma, he prepared. He never was good at talking to girls, so he went over conversations in his head quite often. I’ll make it up to you. How’s breakfast? Yeah, I’ll make breakfast. Decided on an apology, he grasped the curtain and pulled it open.

Startled, Bulma looked up from the washtub, to see the boyish face she was so frustrated with the night before. Quickly, she grabbed her side so that Yamcha didn’t see the large still-forming bruise. Unfortunately she hadn’t seen the one on her cheek from being pressed into the ground under the boot of the monarch. “Yamcha,” she said with a sincere smile.

He blushed at her nakedness and her smile, but he couldn’t help but notice the wound on her cheek. Not only was it blue from bruising, it also had quite a lot of brown dirt surrounding it. And boy, did she reek or manure.

“Gee Bulma, you stink,” he said with a hearty laugh. He bent down to her level and prepared to ask about her bruise.

“Well!” She yelled, flustered and angry that he would point out her smell.

“What happened to your face, it's all dirty and bruised. Did you fall last night? I know it rained it must have been slippery and dark on the way home.”

“That’s exactly what happened,” she lied.

He knew her too well to believe her lie. But he also knew that she didn’t like to be prodded and decided to let it go. Whatever happened was in the past, and she clearly didn’t want to talk about it.

Bulma lifted her hands from her side, confident that Yamcha wouldn't prod her any further. She looked at her once feminine hands, and noted how worn they’d become. Over the last two years, working in the stables had barely fed her siblings, but had an immense effect on her youthfulness and beauty. Is this worth it? She thought as she looked spitefully at her calloused and short-nailed hands. No man will favor me when I am ready for a husband, she bemoaned.

Yamcha was bewildered by the apparent beating Bulma had taken. Yamcha began to feel the rage well up inside of him.

“Who did this to you?” he demanded at her.

She was silent and gave him a begging look, asking him to drop the subject.

“No! This is unacceptable!” he barked, some frustration leaking into the words he said to her.

“The quartermaster,” she lied, believably. If she had told him it was the prince, he’d surely get himself killed for her sake.

“I’ll kill him!”

“NO!” Bulma yelled as Yamcha stood from the tubside.

She quickly decided on the truth, because she believed Yamcha wouldn’t go after the prince, surely.

“It was the prince! I didn’t want to expose myself so I took his beating!” she pleaded.

Yamcha froze as he felt a fear make its way down his spine. All his worry and anxiety of being found out came to the surface.

When he first met Bulma, her first day working in the stables, he knew her secret. The only person she hadn’t been able to fool was Yamcha. He played it cool for a while but something drove him to confront her. When all the other stable hands had left for the day, he pinned her, like the smooth delinquent he was, and asked her why she did it.

“Why do you cross dress, Bull?”

He remembered how red and confused she became at the question. She couldn’t answer it. Her river colored eyes begged him to keep quiet. He reassured her he wouldn’t tell, so long as she promised to tell him why. So she took him home with her where he met all 7 reasons why.

Since then, their relationship was complicated at best. It was an on and off romance, but neither of them could commit. Bulma ended up relying on Yamcha for help entirely too much, a thought which now suffocated him. But she helped him too. She was the reason he stopped thieving in the night, a habit formed in his early years of being an orphan. She harbored him when he dodged the mandatory enlistment. She, and the children, became something he cared about other than himself. But they weren’t good for each other. He had a wandering eye, and he knew he couldn’t make Bulma happy. He surely couldn’t make enough money on his own to take care of all of them. She had to continue the lie, for her family, and he was the boy who lied for her.

And suddenly, it was becoming too much.

Bulma’s eyes followed the motionless boy. She wondered what went on inside that messy-haired head of his in this confusing conflict.

“I release you,” Bulma breathed. “you don’t have to keep my secret any longer. This isn’t your burden to bear, and I don’t dare to think what might happen to you if I was found out and you were charged as my accomplice.”

Her words relieved his stress slightly. He had to let go of this wild blue haired woman, that he knew. It would hurt, but there were many fish in the sea. She was releasing him, the koi fish, vibrant orange and black, into the sea. He could feel the waves of relief rush over him.

He smiled his crooked, bandit’s smile. “Thank you, Bulma. You be safe. Take care of those kids. One day, I’ll have many riches and I’ll return to you and you won’t need to dress up anymore.” He meant it.

Bulma smiled back, softly. She didn’t want him to leave her. He was safety embodied. And she was chaos and danger.

A shark among the koi.  

…

His muddy boots were kicked in the corner of the room, a product of the night’s storm. The Prince had been curious of the stable boy, and thought he might be a thief. Afterall, it was exceptionally odd that a servant would still be tending the horses after dusk…

He followed the boy through a beaten but not overly so path. He stayed as far behind as he could manage, as the forest was nearly jet black. The sound of the heavy rain helped to cover the noise he created in his pursuit. What intrigued Vegeta most was that the boy lived so far from the castle. He wondered why the boy even made the commute. It wasn’t until the cottage was in view that he realized where they were. It was the old hospital. Yes, the one the insane old doctor used to run before he lost it and started kidnapping slaves. Did the doctor have a son? Vegeta pondered. Come to think of it, he looked just like the old kook, a spitting image with blue hair and eyes. Vegeta surely would have known, for it was mandatory for boys to enlist in the military for two years, just after their 15th birthday. He must be evading the enlistment. Then something unforeseen happened. She let down her hair.

Vegeta thumbed through the memory like a book. The reveal was so astonishing that the Prince almost fell over. He left promptly with the secret, vowing to return the following day with punishment. The crime of impersonating a man was one thing. But to appear in the prince’s presence and lie was another thing entirely. But he was intrigued. Before enforcing his punishment upon her and the senile doctor, he would find out why.  

The prince felt a small pang of guilt when he remembered the beating he'd given the girl. He pondered about the double standard. I would've done it again regardless of gender. In fact, he began to imagine just what sort of punishment he would give her for her crimes. The old doctor may just receive a slap to the wrist. After all he was old and senile. But the girl knew what she was doing, and she did it deliberately. She would need to be jailed, and made an example of. A king can't have his subjects parading around as people they are not. Ridiculing her in the streets before her sentence would do the job. Then she could rot in a cell for all he cared.

Once he kicked off most of the crusted mud, he left his chambers in search of Nappa.

…

[tigerlover16-uk]

Is the Dragon Ball community really that awful? I'm part of the latinamerican fandom and we're all good.

Admittedly, I’m talking mostly about the parts of the Western fandom I’ve seen. I have heard a lot of good things about the Latin American fandom, so I believe you that it’s more accepting and friendly on that front, and the Japanese fandom from what I’ve seen is pretty chill, as are a lot of fans in more Eastern countries.

When it comes to the American and European communities though... yeah, it’s pretty bad. Some places are better or worse than others, but there’s a lot of bile I’ve seen in this fandom since I started taking more notice of things. I’ve seen people harassed, insulted and hounded on this website for the simple “Crime” of liking Goku, Chichi or especially having Gochi as their favourite pairing.

I’ve seen tons of sexist, occasionally racist comments on streams of Super episodes, and in YouTube comments sections that I won’t mention. I’ve seen tons of nonsensical arguments for hating on certain parts of the franchise, mostly character and story related stuff, and people who react violently or just acting like rude idiots constantly trying to move the goalposts when someone tries to have a reasonable discussion trying to use logic to explain why they’re maybe not real problems.

I’ve seen people send death threats to the people behind death battles for the results of the Superman vs Goku fight, people who literally think that the abridged series is canon and actually try to push it’s characterisation’s as more true than the actual series. I’ve seen fans of Goku get called everything from brain dead morons, to tasteless idiots, to MORALLY DEFICIENT. I remember one anon ask that was being sent over and over to Goku fans inboxes last year telling them that Goku was a selfish monster for “Letting” Goten and Trunks die when Kid buu blew up the world and “Selfishly” saving Mr Satan and Dende instead. Despite the fact that Goku was in a hurry to transport the group out of there right before Kid Buu blew everything up, and he reacted on instinct when Mr Satan cried out for help and acted without thinking, not really having time to save Goten and Trunks. Something he was immediately horrified by and ashamed of. And as a result of this, anyone who likes Goku should not be allowed to have children.

Yeah, this jerk went around telling fans that they don’t deserve to ever be parents... for liking a fictional character. And that’s a tame one, go around asking any of the most notable tumblr Gochi fans and they’ll link you at LEAST ten examples of hate messages they’ve received right off the bat. People go to any lengths to insult and demonize Gochi fans, insist they’re being selfish and attacking people who like other ships when Gochi fans call out their poor treatment, and the worst of the lot go to great lengths to pelt them with reasons for why their ship is garbage and that the characters totally aren’t really in love.

Fans of Krillin, Yamcha and any other human characters that aren’t at the level of strength of the super saiyan characters are EXPECTED to put up with people mocking and deriding their favourite characters and trying to erase or dismiss their achievements, and any attempts by those characters fans to explain why they think they’re well written and likeable and cool in their own right are at best dismissed, at worst met with backlash. Heck, I’ve seen people get outright OFFENDED at the mere idea of Krillin being able to put up any kind of a fight against anyone in Super, even Frieza’s grunts, and trying to insist that any of his accomplishments “Don’t count” or that they’re automatically bad writing because “Krillin’s supposed to be worthless”

Heck, the fact that a large chunk of the fandom seems to care more about power levels than the characters or anything to do with the writing of the series and insisting that they’re the ONLY deciding factor in which character would win in a fight, despite the whole point of power levels since their introduction being that they were an unreliable method of determining someone’s fighting prowess, should tell you where people’s priorities lie.

I myself have gotten angry messages calling me brain dead, morally bankrupt and a pathetic shill for liking DBS and Goku. Just a few weeks ago, someone sent me an ask claiming one of my friends on this site sent him to deliver the insults he had for me for liking the former, something we were both gobsmacked by.

And this is just scraping the surface. There’s plenty more I could go into detail about, and plenty of other problems I’m sure are out there that I’m just unaware of because I’m really cautious around this fandom now and don’t want to delve too far into the depths of it’s toxic corners.

The fandom does have a ton of good people in it, I’ve made some good friends in the community and there are plenty of reasonable, friendly and intelligent people here. It’s just that the toxic attitudes and people are loud, hard to avoid and occasionally get overbearing, and things only seem to keep getting worse over time to the point I’ve seen good natured fans turned off from interacting with people in regards to Dragon Ball or just turned off the franchise entirely because they can’t stand how people act.

You’re lucky you live in a part of the world and a community where Dragon Ball overall is more respected and it’s fandom much more welcoming and laid back. In many of the parts I and people I know have wandered into online, things are PRETTY bad. I wouldn’t call it the worst fandom, I don’t know what is and I hope I never find out personally, but as a whole it’s a mess of a community that can get really frustrating to be a part of.

[magicalgirlmascot]

Heya I don't mean to sound passive aggressive in any way, but I was just wondering why is it that you dislike Super a lot? I mean you're allowed to like and dislike whatever you want, and I'm in no way trying to change your opinion. I'm just curious as to why you seem to have a burning hatred for it?

Nah you don’t sound passive aggressive ^^ if you were you wouldn’t have acknowledged that my opinion is a valid one, you’re cool

I’ve avoided going into too much detail to avoid The Discourse, but essentially it comes down to a few main points: ships I don’t like, characters I don’t care about, pacing, terrible one-note characterization, and the fans.

I know a lot of that sounds really petty but with all my Sweet Home Alabama discourse yesterday are any of you surprised

I’m going to put my more detailed reasoning under a cut because boy howdy it is long and I have some Things To Say

Ships I Don’t LikeOkay this, honestly, is incredibly petty, and it’s not even the pettiest thing on here. But I HATE Trunks/Mai. I hate it. It is the worst ship that’s had the word “canon” sneezed at it in all of DB history, and that’s coming from someone who firmly believes Yamcha/Bulma was unhealthy for both parties. One of my rules for accepting writing commissions and requests is that I will not accept ships with an “aged up” child character in a relationship with an adult. (Aged up children in relationships with other aged up children are a different story, as they’re at least at the same stage of development, but that’s an issue for another day.) Trunks/Mai has the opposite problem: it’s an “aged down” adult character in a relationship with a child. You can argue about Future Trunks’s age all you want, but that changes nothing about kid Trunks and Mai. She’s in her forties. He’s nine at most. How is this not the creepiest thing in the world what the fuck.

Even with Future Trunks and Future Mai, it still grosses me out because it’s the same thing. Assuming the Pilaf Gang did (somehow) wish to be young again in the Future timeline (which...I don’t see how they could have, that doesn’t make sense continuity-wise, but continuity has never been DB’s strong suit), that still makes her way older than him. And if they didn’t, well, that’s just worse. Also how is she still that young looking.

Honestly the only reason I can think of for Toei/Toriyama to bring that into existence was so people would stop shipping Trunks with Goten and Future Trunks with Gohan. Which. I get it, you don’t like it, they’re your characters, et cetera, but could you maybe not have done it in a somewhat less creepy way? Dude. What 40-something wants to be in a relationship with a kid? Even if said 40-something looks like a kid? It’s creepy and gross and I hate it more than any other canon ship.

Characters I Don’t Care AboutI’ve heard a lot of people refer to Super as The Goku and Vegeta Hour and...yeah. DB’s never been great at remembering their MILLIONS of side characters (humans especially once Z happened) and Super doesn’t take enough steps to change that imo. Don’t get me wrong--I like Goku, and I...tolerate Vegeta, but characters who were once considered major players are relegated to backseat viewers again, and nobody can keep up with Goku except Vegeta sometimes (when previously most of them could at least hold their own). I’ll admit, I like the looks of some of the new characters, there are some who seem like they have interesting characterizations (like Kale.....though I’ll be the first to admit I’m biased as hell towards buff women). But Zamasu/Goku Black or whatever just seemed like a couple of shitty Hot Topic teens. I went to high school with people like them and they were annoying.

There’s just too much of a focus on a few specific characters while other characters get the shaft, and the new characters and plot points they bring up just...aren’t interesting. I don’t give a shit about yet another “gotta get stronger” plot you guys. Ugh.

PacingOKAY I’LL ADMIT this is the pettiest thing on this list but like...I’ve never liked the DB anime’s pacing. Ever. Remember how I used to liveblog DBZ? I got like 10 episodes in and got fed up with how long it took to get anywhere. Stuff that took like...a couple chapters in the manga took five half-hour episodes to deal with. And you’d think they would’ve learned in 30 years, especially since they don’t have to base everything off the manga now, but no, the pacing is still awful. And it’s not just the whole “Namek takes half a season to explode” stuff (although that is really annoying, and knowing the real-world reason for it doesn’t make it less annoying), it’s that every shot lasts longer than it needs to. You could cut the running time in half just by trimming the shots slightly. It’s bad, and I’ve always stuck to the manga because of it. It’s not that I’m a Manga Purist(TM) or anything, I just...can’t watch the anime.

Terrible, One-Note CharacterizationYou all know who I mean when I say this, but it extends to more than just Yamcha.

Videl’s character was absolutely decimated in this show. 18′s the only female fighter we have left anymore because of it. I once saw an argument saying that Videl not fighting anymore makes sense because she was traumatized by being killed by Buu, which okay fine fair enough, but 1) nobody said she had to fight in life-or-deaths situations, AT LEAST LET HER BE SAIYAWOMAN AGAIN YOU COWARDS, and 2) that doesn’t mean you have to get rid of her firecracker personality and replace it with the sweet, docile housewife type. We saw it with Chi-Chi...sort of, we don’t need it with Videl, too. Once a female character gets married in DB, they stop fighting (except 18) and stop being important to the plot (except Bulma...sometimes (remember when Bulma was the main character? Pepperidge Farm remembers)). Three times is a pattern, Toriyama, I’m just saying.

Goku even gets hit with shades of this. He’s not an idiot, you guys, he can read a dang grocery list. Yes, he’s selfish and simple and bad at communicating and often doesn’t realise what he’s done wrong until it’s pointed out to him, but he’s also a fast learner, a really good tactician (like. look at some of his fights in DB and early Z, those are some Good Tactics), and not a complete asswipe. We don’t get to see those good traits much in Super. He had no reason to not tell people the stakes for the tournament to get them to join. None. There was no reason to lie. Yes, his biggest flaw is his inability to communicate with his friends and teammates (COUGHS LOUDLY AND LOOKS AT THE CELL ARC) but Jesus you guys, his friends would have helped him if he told them the real stakes too? He didn’t need to lie? There was no point? I’m so angry?

The worst of it though is Yamcha. For the love of fuck, you guys, Yamcha has more characterization than just “guy who sucks at everything and has a thing for Bulma.” Like that’s some Funi dub shit there, not original canon. What happened to when he said he’d given up fighting in the Buu arc? Where did that go? You could have done so much more with that concept rather than have him still be overconfident in his abilities and slamming him at every turn. Even when he does get to do stuff, it’s obvious that it’s just a setup to make him fail so Vegeta will look good by comparison. It’s awful. The writers have such an obvious hard-on for Vegeta and they keep cutting Yamcha down. Those bits where he’s waiting for Goku to ask him to the tournament even though we all know he won’t? They’re not funny, they’re just sad. Also, on that note, why is Roshi there? Yamcha surpassed Roshi years ago, Roshi himself says so! I get that he wasn’t in the RF movie because his voice actor was busy, but they couldn’t have given a better reason than just Tien leaving him behind because he didn’t think he could keep up? At least have him sick in bed with a fever and wanting to go anyway and being forced to stay behind by a worried Tien or something guys, geez. And his VA was obviously around for that arc of Super, so what the hell.

(Yes I was salty earlier about Yamcha still fighting and shit but if you’re going to drop the “Yamcha retiring from fighting” plot point then at least DO something with it you cowards)

FansOH GOD, THE FANS. Not to say that people who dislike Super are perfect or ideologically pure (I once knew a person who bragged about trolling/picking on Super fans...we do not talk), but the people who do like the show seem to spend an awful lot of time yelling at us and telling people they’re not real fans if they like GT more than Super or don’t like either or whatever.

And of course the VegeBullies are out in full force over it, too. VegeBul gets a lot of screentime, and when fans of other ships (GoChi primarily) say “hey we’d like more content” they get shut down or yelled at. They demand more content despite already having more than anyone else at this point. Shut the fuck up and let me enjoy the fact that Tien and Yamcha stood next to each other again in peace.

But that’s getting dangerously close to ship war territory and I try to stay out of that. (It’s hard, because I’m a salty, bitter person, but I try.) I’ll also say Not All VegeBuls(TM) even though I shouldn’t have to because if I don’t I’ll get at least 10 angry anons in my inbox flipping their shit.

You know what the really sad thing is? When Super was first announced, I was mega excited. And I really liked the first couple episodes! But they veered away from making it the Martial Arts Themed Slice of Life Comedy Hour we deserved, they retold the same story the movies already did instead of just making the movies canon and continuing from there (thereby drawing it out way too much), and they just...fucked it up in general. I can’t stand Super and while I don’t expect to sway anyone’s opinion with this, you did ask me why, and I hope now you can understand.

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3) No continuity baggage.

 “For new readers, getting into comic book series that have decades of history can be intimidating.”

 Then new readers need to learn to get over that and dive in because that’s honestly the only real way to do it.

 “No matter the amount of recap pages, helpful captions or so-called “jumping on points,” there’s always going to be an unspoken baggage of continuity underlying the modern-day issues they pick up, which, at best, make old enemies feel less stale to new eyes and at worse render plot twists, cliffhangers or entire storylines completely incomprehensible without knowledge of prior arcs involving these characters.”

 Tell that to everyone who ever picked up a Spider-Man comic book in the 1980s and 1990s (which was way more than today btw, with the 1990s having the highest selling issue ever) who didn’t have many jumping on points, new #1s, the internet, that many reprints, no Marvel Unlimited and 20-35+ years of Spider-Man history but became regular readers anyway.

 Shit tell that to anyone who picked up Spider-Man in the 1970s after Amazing Spider-Man #100 who had to somehow find out what happened across 100 issues they had to track down due to a lack of reprints, no electronic services and had to cope with those being collector’s items in high demand and even higher prices.

 Once upon a time comics were written in such a way that every issue was somebody’s first. There was no ‘unspoken baggage’ bullshit like the author is pretending there was.

 Readers went back if they could or wanted to but generally they could roll with the story as was.

 I did it. my first Spider-Man comic book was literally the last part of the last story in the 2+ year long convoluted nightmare that was the Clone Saga and it thrilled me because it was well written and well drawn.

 That’s all you need.

 A good writer writes to the old established fans AND the new comers alike.

  “Spider-Man has a particularly cluttered biography, between the “Clone Saga,” “Spider-Verse” and the history-altering “Brand New Day.”

 Spider-Verse wasn’t a cluttered biography it was one arc. The clone saga makes sense when read in sequence though it is long and BND never altered history, OMD did.

 And the degree to which it rendered Spider-Mans’ history more convoluted was AT LEAST comparable to how Secret Wars fucked Miles’ history.

 But we’re gonna conveniently ignore that so the author can continue to shill Miles I guess.

 “Those coming from other Spidey media expecting more fun stories of a webhead fighting bad guys and maybe tussling with other animal-themed villains might leave disappointed.”

 Nowdays sure because he’s Iron Man.

 But hand them a decent older run and they won’t be.

 “That is, unless they pick up a Miles Morales book,”

 Or the David Michelinie run, or the JMS run, or Marvel Knights Spider-Man, or the Lee/Ditko run, or the Roger Stern run, or the Tom DeFalco run, or the DeMatteis runs, or the Peter David run or the Marv Wolfman run.

 “which despite their own origin in universe-rupturing crossover events are about as accessible as a modern Big Two superhero series gets, lacking that excessive amount of history and backstory.”

 See above about accessibility.

 And...no.

 Kamala Khan and other new characters existing in the same universe they were created in less than 5 years ago is as accessible as it gets.

 Finally Miles’ got shittons of baggage by virtue of switching universes, having his origin story invalidated and you know continuing shit from the ORIGINAL Ultimate Spider-Man series.

 It’s not like Miles series starts fresh that you don’t need to have some familiarity with Peter’s adventures. Ultimate Spider Woman, Mary Jane, Electro, Gwen Stacy, Green Goblin, Aunt May. All these characters are present in Miles’ first arc with a presumption that you know who they are already.

 Also that backstory makes the franchise RICHER not poorer.

   2) He’s still a teenager

 “The debate over whether or not to allow comic book characters to age will never be done.”

 Only because morons keep bringing it up and not recognizing you obviously should let them age.

 “On the one hand, you have the example of “The Simpsons,” where Bart Simpson has been a rabble-rousing 10-year-old for over 20 years and likely always will be there.”

 Putting aside how cliché this example is, the Simpsons stopped being about Bart by like season 3 or 4 and it stopped being actually good in season 10 which was nearly 20 years ago. Which blows up the argument here.

 “On the other is John Constantine who, in the original “Hellblazer” run, aged in real time. Most superhero books land somewhere in the middle, with the de-aging properties of reboots and relaunches accepted into the fold.”

It’s not accepted. It’s practiced by DC to obviously crappy results hence Rebirth is a thing.

 “It can be difficult removing a character from the original age, however.”

 No it isn’t.

 Peter Parker, Smallville Clark Kent, Dick Grayson, Harry Potter, Son Goku and Son Gohan prove that to be the case.

 “Spider-Man is a character whose entire existence is rooted in teenage angst and the drama of high school.”

 No he isn’t. He’s rooted in down to Earth realistic life experiences and the responsibilities one has to contend with as part of that whilst balancing that against the realities of living up to the responsibilities of being a superhero.

 If you think Spider-Man is anything other than something along those lines you do not understand Spider-Man.

 The author is a superficial idiot who’s never read much Spider-Man and is parroting erroneous lines they’ve heard elsewhere, like from Tom Brevoort’s lying mouth.

 Spider-Man was in high school for 28 issues before his creators graduated him.

 He isn’t rooted in angst he simply felt it because all 1960s Marvel characters did but Spidey especially since he was a teenager initially but that changed over time.

 The drama of high school wasn’t that big of a deal early on next to the drama of Jameson and Betty Brant who were unconnected to Peter’s high school life.

 “Removing Peter Parker from that made sense at a certain point, but after he graduated college, creators have floundered to find something for adult Peter to do, cycling through freelance photojournalist to scientist to CEO to public school teacher.”

 Yes.

 The acclaimed Roger Stern, Tom DeFalco and J.M. DeMatteis runs of Spider-Man sure are great examples of ‘floundering’

 Him having to cope with dark stuff like gritty street crime, marriage, existential issues self-identity challenged by the presence of his clone, impending fatherhood, and his own mortality sure was the writers floundering.

 Seriously, all the examples the author listed were just different JOBS Peter has had, not proof writers have floundered constantly since 1983. They don’t even prove Peter’s JOBS have floundered in real life adults often change professions.

 “Miles remains a 14-year-old high schooler,”

 No he doesn’t. He’s been allowed to age and is closer to 17 years old currently.

 “that rich vein far from fully tapped at this point.”

 Because a high school adventurer who deals with crazy unordinary events as well as regular high school experiences is something comic books and pop culture as a whole hasn’t revisited ad infinitum as the default setting of countless series.

 “For fans craving the classic high school Spidey experience, look no further than Miles Morales to deliver the hormone-fueled goods.”

 Or you know read the older Ultimate Spider-Man comics, the Ditko Spider-Man comics, Spidey or watch the Spec Spidey cartoon.

  1)   He Still Has a lot to Learn

 “Miles Morales is still relatively green. He’s been receiving a helping hand from an Avenger here, another Spidey-adjacent hero there, but the fact is he’s a kid. A kid of better-than-average intelligence and the proportionate strength and agility of a spider, but a kid nonetheless. There’s still an almost infinite amount of scope for him to learn and grow, and also for him to completely mess up in the way rookies do, all of which make for interesting stories and a clear character progression in the years to come.”

 Peter Parker has at least 30 decades worth of character development in him if you make him a father, let alone anything else you wish to do with him.

 And this is such a bullshit goalpost moving argument to make.

 Miles is better because he has LESS character development and is at the start of his career as opposed to Peter.

 Okay...I guess every new TV show that just started this year must be by it’s nature automatically better than the Sopranos, the Wire and Game of Thrones.

 I guess Speedball was an inherently better character than Peter Parker because he was 25 years behind Peter.

 I guess every Robin ever is automatically better than Batman and Superman combined.

 I guess the Iron Fist TV show is better than the Daredevil TV show because it’s only had ONE season instead of two.

 I guess the DCEU versions of Superman and Batman are inherently better than the MCU versions of Captain America and Iron Man because they’ve only had 1-2 movies about them whilst Cap and Iron Man have had a minimum of 3 each.

 The POTENTIAL for character development doesn’t make you better than the character who HAS the character development.

 Practically EVERY character has potential for growth. But staying stuck there, or going downhill (as Miles has since his inception) kinda makes you far LESS than a character who’s got the character development.

 Character development>>>>Hasn’t got there yet.

 “Peter Parker, comparatively, is spinning his wheels.”

 Yeah right NOW he is. He didn’t USED to do that, he wasn’t even doing that a mere 15 fucking years ago. This isn’t going to last.

 “He’s done everything, beaten everyone, self-actualized several times over as a spider-god, the literal center of the multiverse in “Spider-Verse,” and now as an international industrialist.”

 a)   Being an industrialist never self actualized him

b)   He was never a Spider God, the author needs to read the damn books

c)   He was also never the centre of the Multiverse

d)   What the hell does self-actualizing even mean in this context?

e)   He’s never been a father in 616?

f)     He’s never owned a small business

g)   He’s never had to make peace with his abusive father-in-law

h)   He’s never turned evil

i)     He’s never learned magic

j)     He’s never swapped powers with anybody

k)   Oh look there seems to be lots of shit whether good or bad he’s never done

 “At this point, writers have to keep applying new gimmicks to the original Spidey to make him interesting, and though the results have sometimes been magnificent — thanks to Dan Slott, J. Michael Straczynski and their innumerable collaborators — it feels like arranging deck chairs on the Titanic.”

 With Slott sure.

 With JMS no it was never a gimmick it was all natural.

 Notice the author only citing the most recent regular ASM writers as though they did a quick google search and nothing more as research.

 We don’t need to apply gimmicks to make Spider-Man interesting. We just need to allow him to progress again. Renew Your Vows proved that.

 “With Miles, the fascination and entertainment comes naturally.”

 Well it would do if Bendis wasn’t writing him and hadn’t fucked him by switching his universes.

 And it would also help if the fascination with Miles wasn’t rooted in yet another teenage superhero story. It’s been done to death by this point and this is another teenage superhero story about another smart kid who has spider powers and calls himself Spider-Man. 

  What can we conclude form this ‘article’?

 1)    The author is a Miles Morales shill who will move the goal posts and stack the deck in order to paint Miles in a light that puts him over Peter

2)    If this article is indicative of the attitudes surrounding Miles Morales on the whole then Miles Morales is excruciatingly overrated

3)    The author doesn’t understand much about storytelling

4)    The author doesn’t understand or know much about Spider-Man in general (specifically Peter Parker) or the defining philosophies underpinning the franchise

5)    The author wants to generate cheap dishonourable clickbait

BONUS!

CBR is such clickbait bullshit they even made a crappy video to go along with their crappy article for anyone too lazy to read it.

See this video indicates to me the speaker and/or writer and/or researcher of the artcle and video really don’t know what they are talking about.

·         Because they only site Dan Slott and JMS among the creators who;ve worked on Spider-Man beyond the early days which says to me they did a quick google search of Spider-Man writers and since those are the latest two with full on runs they threw the names out to look smart.

·         Because no self respecting Spider-Man fan doesn’t know how to pronounce John Romita’s name

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A Shameless Rant (Alistair/Cullen)

How far has our society come when we can argue and bicker over such trivial things that have no bearings on life and simply serve to aide someone through a time of distress or something similar?

Games offer something to someone that could be completely different to what it offers another person. An npc in that game could be a source of comfort for a person when another could just as easily hate the same npc and have a strong desire to kill them.

When did going to the people who like that npc and bashing them suddenly become something that was common or normal and vice versa? Since when did we all walk down a tunnel in life or have a hive mind where we all had the same thoughts, the same struggles, the same insecurities and mentality?

Let’s get specific, let’s talk about Alistair and Cullen shall we.

First of all if you hate these npc’s then good for you, that is well within your right, but the minute you decide to bash people for their love of these characters is when you cross a line.

Now let’s get personal.

I love Alistair okay get over it, and I also love Cullen for similar but different and specific reasons.

Alistair is a gentlemen through and through and quite frankly I would take this make up of polygons over what is considered a man in this day and age where ‘being a man’ is doing drugs, boozing up, sleeping with everything on two legs, cheating on your girlfriend, going around beating others up, being obsessed with the taking of steroids, and being the stereotypical version of a bad boy among other things.

Plus I want a man to treat me with respect and it says something about society when it takes a 3D model in a computer game to find it. I’m sick of games nowadays that have romance options being “Let’s bang because we can, not necessarily because we love eachother.” and if you don’t like my opinion, leave, we’re all different and this is who I am.

The argument is that Alistair is too dumb to function but honestly I think we can give that award to Goku who doesn’t know what kissing is despite having kids and other various nonsense that makes no sense.

If Alistair was too dumb to function he wouldn’t even be a grey warden in the first place, he faces down dark spawn, and fights an endless battle with a darkness that will never be ridden from the world until the arch demons are gone. He has the possibility to be a king or just remain a grey warden, either way he has very important roles regardless of what you choose so let’s get rid of that stupid misconception immediately.

(Spoilers Ahead)

As we know Alistair is the son of Fiona and King Maric Theirin, and if you have paid attention to anything he says in Origins you’ll know that he was hated by Isolde and treated poorly because of her suspicion that he was her husbands son.

His moments of hesitation come from talking to a female grey warden, and perhaps other women and I just don’t remember that part, although he has no qualms about raising his voice at Anora so I’m going to refer to my previous statement of it being the female warden.

I’m not going to say Alistair had the hardest life but it wasn’t the easiest either if we consider his age, and he was eventually dropped off at the chantry because of Isolde. Honestly if people hate how shy he is and how much of a gentleman he is at this point whatever, I don’t care but people like that exist, deal with it.

We could argue that his treatment from Isolde aids his fear of talking to the warden which I am personally going with. Let’s look at how hesitant he was to tell you he was a bastard in the first place, he didn’t want to tell you as explained by himself because people either coddle him because of it or treat him badly.

At his young and impressionable age it would have left psychological marks on him that he perhaps fears being treated like this and is thus hesitant when it comes to talking to women let alone those he has feelings for. It would be hard in the least which it is for his character and that is actually realistic.

Origins is a dark fantasy game in the first place so let’s not forget that either, considering the city elf wardens backstory is her getting kidnapped along with several other women to be raped by the Arl’s son and his friends.(yes I played a city elf)

Also if you meet Alistair in Inquisition, gone is his happy-go-lucky attitude he has a cold seriousness about him that breaks your heart when you realize he has become a man that get’s the job done instead of being his usual goofball self.

So essentially if you don’t like a touch of realism in your gaming then gtfo because that’s how life works. Events in our lives leave their marks on us regardless of if we want them too or not.

Which brings me to my second point being Cullen.

Cullen has had a far worse time than Alistair has and that has definitely left their marks on him as a person. If you played a circle mage which I have you will see his rather cute and shy interactions with the warden, and I’m not sure if it’s intended but after you talk to him he sprints off in the other direction.

Moving on to the annulment of the circle at Calenhad we find Cullen trapped in a magical barrier and he’s rambling on about how the demons are using you to haunt him again. The man actually cries when you meet him begging for an end to all this misery, he is a broken human being. And if you bring Leliana with you she will comment on how he had been denied food and water for a few days as well and attempts to give him some.

Afterwards he explains that his friends were killed and tortured some were turned and he was tortured as well as I explained earlier. After finally realizing that you are real he asks you to kill all the mages in the tower including Irving and all the mages who never turned.

You can either choose to go along with his request and kill everyone or not and save the mages, but either way the damage on his mind is already done and he has a fear that would not easily go away considering he still has nightmares in Inquisition.

This in no way supports the slaughter that he suggested because realistically no amount of trauma excuses the harm caused to other people because of it but it is understandable given that fear is a powerful force able to make people do many things they thought they would never do.

Moving along to Dragon Age 2 when he was sent to Kirkwall because Greagoir sent him away because Cullen was no longer allowed to be around the mages in the tower and he needed to be away from the place that caused him so much pain.

So now at Kirkwall; Knight-Commander Meredith has been fostering his hate for mages and so he treated them as less that human stating to Hawke “They are not people like you and me.” I played a mage in DA2 but I always understood the importance of the circle so that we didn’t end up with another Imperium.

I understood why he treated them like this because he was never given a chance to see mages as anything other than evil abominations and blood mages such as what was in Fereldan’s circle. And since I can only assume Meredith was filling his head full of stuff that would make him remain loyal to her and her ideals alone it makes sense.

Moving through the acts you see him questioning her despite his own distaste for mages and I think that is progress because despite his mental scars he is able to see that this is not right, and he has regrets already. He understands that Meredith is going crazy as revealed in Act 3 I believe, but what options does he have when the only safety he has is to cling to the order that controls the mages.

He needs to feel that control over them so that he can in some way be assured that what happened at Calenhad can never happen again. It does however as seen when Anders blows up the chantry but still my point remains. Cullen has a fear that causes him to both hate what the Templars get away with and hate what mages get away with at the same time. Leaving him between a rock and a hard place.

If you tried to face your biggest fear I could see you standing their questioning everything multiple times because it’s not easy to step out from that metaphorical blanket of security you think you have. Cullen turning on Meredith at the end of Act 3 proves he is taking a leap of faith, his convictions strong enough to ignore his fear for a moment and do what is right.

If you aid the Templar's in saving Kirkwall, several mages will surrender to you and Meredith demands their death, but Cullen is expressing his opinion against what she wants, saying that it is not what the order stands for. Hawke ultimately has the choice and they can be saved much to Meredith's displeasure. Fighting against Meredith at the very end proves that he has made a choice and it was the right one.

Moving on to Inquisition, his desire to leave the Templar's is perfectly expected, he has had enough of people like Meredith he’s tired of dealing with mages, and he doesn’t want to be tied to his past life anymore. His ‘whining’ about the mages joining them is still justified even if he get’s over it for the greater good because he realizes that it is your choice to make as the Inquisitor. 

Why would anyone who has been tortured by a certain group want more of them walking freely around them, it’s a panic attack waiting to happen. 

Being someone who has been through some pretty horrific stuff in my life I can understand these characters on a deeper level than most, there are many psychological factors behind the actions and reactions from these 2 characters.

Honestly I could touch up more on this whole thing but I think I have said my peace and this post is already long enough. so thank you for listening to my spiel and have a nice day.