#and Vegeta wanting to beat that man To Death on Live TV

[shannonsketches]

Toei does not like Vegeta part #12849, this is their Vegebul moment.

vs Toriyama's Vegebul moment:

I will continue complaining under the cut (with additional samples)

toei's vegebul moment:

Toriyama's Vegebul moment:

toei's:

toriyama's:

ykwim??

I'm don't even want to talk about how bad they fucked up the Goku Black arc from what I can tell so far so just have this instead

LIKE THEY EVEN CHANGED WHERE VEGETA WAS SITTING??

WHY?

FOR WHO??

ANYWAY it's fine if you like the anime I'm just gently loudly suggesting reading the manga if you're a fan of Vegeta and Bulma separately and/or together

[mousathe14]

I remember when I was a middle schooler and was finally able to read Dragonball from start to finish rather than just accidentally catching bits and pieces of Z on TV and I was absolutely floored by Yajirobe’s introduction as someone so powerful and capable and competent. And not because he’s a god tier martial artist, he’s just a survivalist who just learned to get good to live how he wants.

And the only thing holding him back from being as strong and powerful as the rest of the crew in the present day is that my man just doesn’t want to be here with no interest in applying himself. As soon as the life or death mission is done, he’s out of there.

But it at least put into context for me why he was able to jump in there to slice off the Oozaru tail and then get beat in the face by Vegeta afterwords and still live.

And the Satan talk reminds me, once again, that Yajirobe is an savant and untterly bonkers.

Oh, yeah. Yajirobe is a wildman who can throw hands with the Tenkaichi Budokai crew, and only didn't make it into the 23rd because he was beaten out in the preliminaries by God.

It kinda makes you think about how. Like. How far you go in the tournament is as much a measure of your competition as your ability. There could be some really great martial artists out there who never made it into the first round of the Tenkaichi Budokai because RNG pit them against Goku in the preliminary rounds.

It's literally what happened to Chapa. Twice.

[the-lupine-sojourner]

Dragon Blood (Blue Bloods Inspired Dragonball Z AU) [Intro]

Okay so I caved and wrote this up for that Police-ish/Gangster-ish Blue Bloods-Inspired DBZ AU I wrote about a little bit ago. 

This is meant as a teaser/trailer. If anyone wants to commission more scenes from this universe, all you gotta do is shoot me a message and we can take about it. 

For now, I’ll let this be only continued through commissions, but if everyone likes it enough, I might be able to work something out. Who knows? 

Anyway, let’s get to the story, alright? 

Hope you guys like it!  

God Bless and Good Day! 

~The Lupine Sojourner

It only took a moment. 

Sounds so cliche to many people, but for two siblings, it was a nightmare come true. 

One minute, they are having dinner with their mother, eagerly awaiting their father’s return, having talked (badgered, really) their mom into letting them stay up just until they can hug and kiss their dad when he walked through the door. 

The next minute, there was a knock at the door. Neither sibling saw the worried look on their mom’s face. Neither sibling was prepared for police officers to answer the door when they swung it open, expecting their father, forgetting that he never knocked. 

Sarada had to be held back since she was too young to take in the different clothes as Vegeta grabbed her. “Dummy, that’s not dad!” Vegeta grumbles as their mother takes Sarada from him. 

“But...where’s daddy?” Sarada asks, missing her mother’s wince and the officers’ teary eyes. They’d always hated this part of the job, like most cops.

“Vegeta...Vegeta, take your sister upstairs.” 

“But mom- -”

“Go!” The tone of their mom’s voice was enough to get Vegeta to take his five-year-old sister’s hand and all but drag her inside. If his mother was worried, he had to obey her and quickly. 

The woman was sat down in the living room and informed that her husband, who hadn’t come home the previous night, was found in a large meat freezer, parts of his body sustaining severe frostbite from escape attempts or possibly being wet when locked inside. 

She broke down sobbing and there was nothing the officers could say or do, so they offered condolences and ‘anything you need’ before departing. 

Vegeta knew enough to know that he should take his sister to his room and turn on the TV, promising to keep an ear out for their father, neither fully understanding yet that he was never coming home. 

Their mother was grateful her son was mature enough to give her privacy, but heartbroken he had to grow up this fast. 

And now...he’d have to grow up even faster. Sarada, too. 

God, what was she gonna do now?! She was a nurse! She couldn’t support her two kids and herself on that salary. But...she had to try. For her kids. 

She had to keep going. She had to. 

=#=#= (approximately 15 years later) =#=#=

“Meet the newest officers of the WCPD! West City thanks you all for answering the call to serve this city we all love.” Finally, Sarada’s dream had come true. 

Finally, she was able to make progress on the path to bringing the Frieza Force cartel down and getting justice for her father’s murderer. 

Finally, she was an officer in the West City Police Force. 

Sarada didn’t stop smiling all the way home, where the smile dimmed a little. She’d barely seen Vegeta at her graduation, but...he had been there so maybe she wouldn’t be snippy with him. “Hey, I’m home!” She calls, as always, slipping off her shoes and smiling at her brother as he comes to get a look at her in her uniform. 

“So, it’s official. You’re finally holier than me, not that you weren’t already with the whole church-going routine.” He gripes, examining the uniform with hardly approving eyes. 

Sarada lets out an exhale, smile now gone. “C’mon, ‘geets. You know that’s not what this is about.” It didn’t matter that this must have been the hundredth time this same discussion had happened this month. 

It only seemed to matter that it hadn’t gotten through to him yet. 

“Look, you know I support you following your dreams and shit, but you’ve never approved of what I do, either.” 

“It’s illegal, Vegeta. I knew that before I even thought of being a cop.” 

“Don’t lie to me, sis! You’ve wanted to be a cop practically since- -” Neither Sarada nor Vegeta ever actually verbalized that night if they could help it. It was too heavy a weight, even now. 

“Underground fight rings are illegal.” 

“Then why are they still around?” Sarada closes her eyes, trying to remain calm. 

“Look, Sunday night is tomorrow.” She went over at least once or twice a month to a Sunday dinner with the Commissioner (who used to be her father’s partner) and his wonderful family.

“What? You want me to be lambasted and lectured passive-aggressively about my choices? Hell no. Rather die.”

“C’mon! I’m never treated with anything- -”

“No, cus you’re the perfect angel in the family!” 

Sarada was not about to take sarcasm and mockery that laying down. “Alright, that’s going too far and you know it, Vegeta! I made a choice! I made an effort to actually do something about my trauma and past instead of allowing the people that- -instead of getting the shit kicked out of you on weekends in illegal fighting rings!” 

“And if I ‘made an effort’ it wouldn’t be taken with anything but snide remarks and passive-aggressiveness! I do still have my pride, you know!” 

“Are you serious?! I still have my pride! I took my life and I made it better! And I’ve been offering and trying to get you to do the same! I was welcomed into the fold! You can be, too! We can- -”

“And I keep telling you to back your ass off on that!” 

“Why?!” 

This was, perhaps, when they’re fights almost literally got bloody. 

When Sarada even insinuated that Vegeta dare think about leaving the gang. Vegeta would grow defensive, throwing verbal punches in order to get his sister to back off. Sarada never understood, but some part of her kept coming back to a single idea, but the idea of it scared her so much she shoved it away.

“I can’t.” There it was; the classic excuse he’d give. 

“Vegeta, you have to talk to me. Please.” 

“No!” With that, he left.

That’s what he did when Sarada got pushy. He’d leave, head to gym to pound his emotions into a punching bag. 

Sarada watched him go, helpless to stop him without further damaging her already tenuous relationship with her brother. She then collapses in the chair, already crying. 

She never wanted this. She just wanted to get her brother out of the gang that locked her father in a freezer for almost 18 hours after dousing him in water. 

She wanted to make a better life for herself and her brother. 

=#=#=#=#=

The next day, Vegeta hadn’t come back, which wasn’t an unheard of occasion.  

Sarada had to report for her first day, trying to shake off a horrible feeling in her gut. 

It didn’t work, and Sarada felt dizzy and unable to focus. It was only getting worse the longer she was on tour, and then she got a notification that had a particular tone to it. 

She’d sneakily set up a tracker app on her brother’s phone using a standard app that was already on the phone but Vegeta never used (she checked in the Settings to make sure) so she could tell where he was. She hardly ever checked it, but this time, it was like a rope tugged her to the location.

She was within 500 feet...and in a series of warehouses. She swallowed, tried to keep walking, but her feet wouldn’t move away. 

“Hey, Partner! Um, I, uh, thought I heard something.” It was a flimsy excuse, but Sarada couldn’t let this go. Her partner, a few feet up the street, turned around. 

“I didn’t hear anything.” 

“I’m closer.” Sarada points out. The officer sighs. 

“Alright, you know what? Nothing much has happened, this could be good.” Sarada chuckles. 

“Might be nothing, but you never know.” 

Together, the women in the blue uniform walk toward the warehouses, hands on their holsters, ready for anything. Luckily, Sarada’s hunch seemed to direct her to one of the closer ones, where she heard someone getting a pounding. There were three figures, one rather burly, one shorter and somewhat skinny. 

“Whad’ya know? Yer ears were good, rookie.”

Her stomach in knots, Sarada nods and breaks into a stealthy run.

She heard groans that could only be her brother coming from the man getting beaten to death. 

Heart in her throat, Sarada pulls out her gun, as she was trained to do in a hostile situation like this, calling out the typical ‘WCPD!’ cops always call out when arriving to a scene. 

“Stop right there! Hands where I can see them!” Officer Ranchi, nicknamed Launch for her tendency to run into danger head on, took up the rest of the call. The perps in question gave one last kick and punch to their victim before attempting to sprint away from the cops. “Help the victim! I get the perps!” Ranchi calls back as she takes off. 

Sarada was all too happy to help the victim, kneeling down and already radioing for an ambulance, unable to help a plea for the drivers to hurry. 

“Hey, look at me. You’re gonna be fine. Just keep your eyes open, alright?” Sarada can’t find bandages and doesn’t spot any substitute, but she does what she can, holding back tears. 

“What’re you- -what the hell..?” Vegeta’s speech is worryingly slurred. Sarada shushes him gently.

“Took a hell of a beating, Vegeta. Just hold on.” 

Officer Ranchi comes back, the perps chained up, the single pair of cuffs linking them. “Keep moving, scum! You wanna fight, huh? Then make it a fair one and don’t attack a downed man.” The men say nothing, as Sarada suspected they wouldn’t. “You know the victim?” Ranchi asks. “You look scared as shit.” 

Telling the truth in front of these obvious Frieza Force members was a stupid move, so Sarada shakes her head. “No, but remember this is my first tour.” She remarks. 

“True that. Gotta toughen up, sunshine. You’ll see a lot worse than this in your time here.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Here, uh--well, I was gonna say we could separate them, but that’s not a good idea.” Ranchi laughs as she shoves the thugs into the back of the cop car. 

“I see something from my lecture stuck. Look, I’ll take these clowns to the Precinct. You stay and do what you can for the poor sod they beat up til the bus gets here.” 

Sarada was so relieved she could kiss her partner. “You got it. I’ll be in touch.” 

Ranchi nods. “Meet you at the hospital!”