#and when he’s training with Beerus & Whis

[shannonsketches]

Why is the anime so weird, it's not even the same series dude?? It's like,

Anime:

GOKU: I have a great idea to bring peace to the universe, and my leadership and compassion alone will unite us all. I have No Flaws and am A True Relatable Everyman :)

VEGETA: NO! I AM THE BEST AND I WILL CAUSE PROBLEMS UNTIL I AM RECOGNIZED AS SUCH!!!!

Manga:

GOKU: Vegeta what's cornmeal made of? I know it's what the corn eats, but what's it made of? VEGETA: Hey Kakarot let's play the quiet game until one of us dies.

[mawrblaidddrwg]

Drawing inspired by a moment in my 7-Year-Gap fanfic Endeavor that can be read here. (I am actually working on Chapter 9!!)

Original sketch of this drawing can be found here.

[marblemoovt]

Tail Training

MASTERLIST

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Fluff, A sprinkle of angst, Mentions/depictions of anxiety and depression. Anything else is in the tags <3

SUMMARY:

At a party, Whis notices that you have noticeably improved your bad habits and offers to train you. Much to your surprise, Whis suggests that you train your tail to eliminate it as a weakness. Will you be able to handle it when he grabs your tail?

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“This is your first session. I thought some one-on-one training would be more appropriate,” Whis answers, still tugging me by the hand. “I want to start first with a weakness of yours—well, most Saiyans.”

We stop walking, and I stare at our hands still clasped together. When is he going to let go? “And what would that be?” I ask, trying to read his expression.

His violet eyes gleam with amusement, and he gestures with his head. “The appendage wagging behind you, your tail.”

I glance over my shoulder. “What’s my tail got to do with training? Am I going to learn to smack someone into submission with it?” My tail straightens and cracks down like a whip.

NOTE:

Here is another Whis fic! This was another commission. I'm not sure when you guys will see the next one. I was told this is meant to be a slow burn, so expect it to take a while before the relationship is official.

Happy Reading! ヾ(•ω•`)o

It’s been a few weeks since Whis visited my house. Thanks to him, I'm motivated to take better care of myself. Even now, at this party, the first thing he does when he sees me is hand me a glass of water and steer me towards the snack table.

I raise the drink to my lips, hiding a smile. As Whis fills his plate with various snacks and pastries, I nod along and answer any questions.

“So this delightful morsel is called a ‘donut’?” Whis inspects the sugarcoated ball of fried dough.

“Yes, there are various toppings and fillings. You can put pretty much whatever you want on a donut,” I say, flinching when he whirls around and leans closer.

Whis looks at me with sparkling eyes, his skin flushed. “Anything? Truly?’ I nod in response, and he gasps. “Then what modifications have been applied to this one?”

“Um,” I look at the powdered sugar and red hole, “I think that’s just a jelly donut.”

“Fascinating. There are so many uses for pulverized fruit.” Whis pops the pastry into his mouth and moans. “Oooh, this is absolutely amazing!”

He continues to stuff more into his mouth until his cheeks puff. I have to look away to stop myself from laughing. Before I know it, I’m holding a plate of snacks and a new glass of water. Whis said he didn’t want to be the only one eating, and the attention felt nice. He remains at my side, refilling my plate when he notices it’s empty, and only leaves when Beerus calls for him. 

I snap the last cookie from my plate between my teeth. The sudden silence feels too empty. I feel almost… disappointed? I glance across the room to see Whis introduce Beerus to donuts, smiling as the pair devour entire trays. With a full stomach, I can at least focus on hanging out with my friends. I make my rounds to greet everyone, stopping occasionally to talk.

During one of these conversations, my palms grow clammy, and I start to second-guess myself. Am I entertaining enough? I’m not…boring to talk to, right? My grip tightens around my cup by a fraction, and I down the rest of the drink, hoping it dislodges the lump in my throat. 

A few pairs of eyes stare at me, and I realize they’re all waiting for me to respond. How long were they waiting—did they think I was ignoring them? I lick my dry lips, unable to think of what to say, too embarrassed to admit I didn’t hear the tail-end of the conversation.

“What were you all discussing?” Whis butts in, resting his hand on the small of my back. He rubs small circles into my skin, and the tension melts from my body. Someone catches Whis up, and I flash him a grateful smile. ‘You’re alright,’ he mouths to me, squeezing my waist gently. I nod, flushing the negative thoughts from my mind and focusing on the warmth of his hand.

I begin losing track of the conversation, paying more attention to how I’d rather be at home than socialize for another minute. People start noticing that I’m quieter than usual but anyone who confronts me about it receives a snarky remark. This discourages the rest from trying. 

“Are you alright?” Whis walks up to me, taking a bite of another donut. He must really like those. 

“Peachy,” I say, clenching my teeth together. 

Whis hums, and I bristle under his observing stare. “I feel suffocated after spending hours surrounded by large crowds. Would you care to join me on a walk?” he offers his arm to me.

I chew on my bottom lip and glance around. The chatter and laughter in the background tires me, not to mention the loud thrum of music that rumbles through my bones. It feels like someone took my brain and scrambled it in a frying pan. A break. A break sounds nice.

I accept his offer and link our arms together. He guides me outside to a quiet spot in a garden. There’s a bench by a stone walkway that circles a pond. Strings of fairy lights illuminate the area in a soft glow. 

The crisp night air fills my lungs and refreshes my mind. We sit in silence as I regather my thoughts. “Thank you,” I say, staring at the lilypads in the water.

“I should be thanking you,” Whis chuckles. “Spending the night in such lovely company, I couldn’t ask for more.” 

Our shoulders brush together, but his body heat is welcome. His white hair glows against his blue skin like moonlight cast on rippling waves. The warmth in his violet eyes makes my stomach squirm. Whis must think I’m cold because he wraps his arm around me and pulls us closer together. 

“I thought I was getting better, but it was hard to keep talking after a certain point.” I sigh and lean against Whis, reflecting on the past few hours and every conversation I was a part of. 

Whis pats my head and smiles. His eyes look soft almost, a tenderness I don’t usually see them hold. I ignore the flutter in my chest and stare at my lap instead, twiddling with my fingers. “I think your progress is remarkable. You’ve improved. Slowly but surely, you’ve gotten better,” Whis says.

“You think so?”

Whis laughs. “Yes. Compared to a few weeks ago, you’re much more relaxed, and when I tease you, you fight back now.”

A smile tugs my lips. “Yeah, you better watch your back.” I bump our shoulders together, but my confidence wavers at his wide grin.

“Excellent! Why don’t you train under me as well?” He looks at me expectantly, and I can already tell he won’t take no for an answer.

I blink and point a finger at myself. “You want me,” I slowly turn my hand and poke his chest, “to be trained by you?”

Whis nods. “Yes. It will be helpful in your work as a time patroller.” He grabs my hand and lifts my finger to point at his face. “So leave everything to me!”

I tilt my head, staring at his hand, which still holds mine. I’m glad he seems as comfortable with me as I am with him. 

I sigh but can’t stop the smile from forming on my face. “Pft. Ok, why not,” I say, chuckling at how he lights up at my answer.

We continue chatting, but despite my mind being more alert than ever, my body demands rest. Lead weights attach to my eyelids, and my head droops now and then before snapping up as I regain consciousness. Whis walks me home, promising to wake me up on time for our training session. 

I must be exhausted because I barely register the extra body in my bed, falling asleep to Whis’s comforting scent. 

Other than waking up at the crack of dawn, the morning goes by without a hitch. Whis makes me breakfast, insisting I don’t leave a crumb behind lest it hurt his feelings.

Afterwards, Whis leads me to the training grounds, where we meet Goku and Vegeta. He provides them with instructions before guiding me to an unused section.

“You’re not training all of us together?” I ask, craning my head to see the two Saiyans spar. My eyes try to keep up with the blurry motions, but ping-ponging back and forth between them gives me a headache. 

“This is your first session. I thought some one-on-one training would be more appropriate,” Whis answers, still tugging me by the hand. “I want to start first with a weakness of yours—well, most Saiyans.”

We stop walking, and I stare at our hands still clasped together. When is he going to let go? “And what would that be?” I ask, trying to read his expression.

His violet eyes gleam with amusement, and he gestures with his head. “The appendage wagging behind you, your tail.”

I glance over my shoulder. “What’s my tail got to do with training? Am I going to learn to smack someone into submission with it?” My tail straightens and cracks down like a whip.

Whis chuckles and shakes his head. “I heard squeezing a Saiyan’s tail can cause them to lose their strength entirely. One wrong move, and you’re completely paralyzed in battle. Is that correct?” His lips purse as if he’s impatient to reveal the answer.

“No, where’d you hear that nonse—Eek!” I shriek, feeling a jerk on my tail. My entire body stiffens, and every muscle refuses to listen to me. Whis lets go, and I attempt to burn a hole through his head with my glare. 

He flashes a bashful smile, a light pink dusting his cheeks. “Sorry, sorry. What better way to test that theory than to conduct a practical test?”

I huff, the blood still simmering in my veins. “Okay, so what if it is true? I’ve lasted this long with it,” I say, smoothing out the fur. “That’s something many Saiyans can’t claim, especially not after everything I've been through.” 

Whis nods, squeezing my hand. “The loss of your tail would be a shame. The world would lose the fluffiest tail I’ve had the pleasure of seeing,” he sighs and stares forlornly behind me.   

Did he compliment my tail? I wag the appendage behind me, stifling my laughter at how his eyes follow its every move. Is my tail that interesting? “What do you suggest I do about it?” I say.

Whis tilts his head and raises his brows. “We must desensitize you of course. Your tail must learn to endure being touched to strengthen its tolerance,” he says as if the solution is obvious.

I tug my hand free from his grasp and cross my arms.“You just want an excuse to touch my tail.”

Whis brings a hand up to his chest and gasps. “I am astounded by your accusations. I am merely helping you to become stronger,” he says.

I narrow my eyes at him, but he remains unphased. In fact, he looks happier than before. “Alright, fine,” I relent, rolling my eyes at his burst of energy. 

“Wonderful! Have a seat on these boulders. I wouldn’t want you to injure yourself.” He pats the flat surface of one of the rocks, rocking on the heels of his feet. 

I sit, flicking my tail nervously. “Just so we’re clear, this is only for training purposes. I don’t want you getting any strange ideas.” It’s not like I never considered this option before, but touching a Saiyan's tail always felt intimate to me. How could I ask just anyone to do it?

Whis nods. “Crystal clear. Now, let’s start with something easy and increase the intensity slowly.” He gently pets my tail, stroking the soft fur. “How does that feel?” he asks, peering at my face.

I struggle to keep my expression neutral, fighting the muscle spasms. “Doesn’t bother me at all,” I say.

Whis raises a brow, humming in thought. “Really? Looks like I need to take it to the next level then.” His eyes have a mischievous twinkle as he applies more pressure to his touch.

“Hng.” I bite my lip to prevent any more noises from leaking. A familiar heat returns to my cheeks, and I can feel myself start to sweat.

Whis stares at me with wide eyes, and his mouth stretches into a grin. “What was that? Starting to feel a little weak, are we?” He leans close, almost enough that I can feel his breath on my ear.

I refuse to look at him, gritting my teeth. “Not at all. I can handle more than this,” I say, despite knowing that I’m already near my limit.

“If you say so. Then what about now?” Whis grabs my tail, holding it firmly in his hand.

“I-I…” My entire body freezes up again, and only static fills my brain. All my senses are on overload like every nerve is crackling with electricity.

Whis observes me in silence, and his brows knit together. “Are you sure this isn’t affecting you?” he asks, concern lacing his tone.

“....”

He immediately releases my tail. “Please don’t hesitate to tell me to stop. Your comfort comes first. I want you to enjoy this, not hate it,” he says.

I suck in a breath, trying to calm my frazzled nerves. I wet my dry lips with my tongue and mull over my thoughts, figuring out how to word my sentence. “I… I don’t mind it so much if it’s you.” I sneak a glance at Whis, who’s staring at the ground. The tips of his ears are pink, and he refuses to meet my eyes until they return to their usual colour. 

Whis stands up and paces back and forth. “Shall we take a break? You’re looking a little winded. Perhaps a cold drink and a wet towel would help?” he says, offering his hand to me.

I shake my head and close his hand, pushing it back. “I’ll be fine. I just need a minute,” I say.

Whis frowns and stares at his clenched fist. Is he upset I didn’t want to take a break? His posture straightens, and his usual smile is back. “Why don’t we make this a regular occurrence? We can repeat this session until you’ve become immune,” he says.

I purse my lips. “I guess that wouldn’t be so bad. It would be a great help if I didn’t have to worry about my tail while working.” I reflect on my career. I must have been lucky not to encounter someone taking advantage of this weakness, but it would only be a matter of time until I did.  

Whis claps his hands together, bouncing on the spot. “Excellent. Same time tomorrow, then?” He looks at me with puppy-dog eyes, and I forget my outrage momentarily. But then I remember how sensitive my tail felt while he was ‘training’ me and my pride snapped me back to reality.

“What?! I’m not doing this every day!”

“I’m only joking,” Whis chuckles, but then he pauses, and his smile widens. “Though if you wanted to…” He leans forward, and I shove his face back to create some distance.

“No. Maybe once or twice a week, and in return, I want you to cook me breakfast those days,” I say. There’s no way I would let him touch my tail for free, training or not. I may not completely dislike the thought of him seeing me in such a vulnerable state, but it’s only fair I receive something in turn.

Whis sits beside me again. He rests his elbow on his thigh, propping his head up with a hand. “You do realize that I’m not at a disadvantage? I get to pet your tail weekly and provide you with my cooking,” he says, smiling at me. His confident smirk irks me. My tail thumps against the rocks, and I stop it when I notice it only amuses him further.

“Shut up. I’m the one making the demands.” I cross my arms and frown, still sweating from the training session. I tug at my shirt collar and shudder as the air hits my damp skin. From far away, it looks like Whis and I have wrapped up an intense physical training session, but the truth is too embarrassing for me to admit.

Whis grins, and there’s that knowing look in his eyes again, as if he can see right through me. “Very well. On the days we train, I shall make you breakfast in exchange for the honour of touching your fluffiness.” His hand reaches out to my tail, but Whis recoils almost immediately. He stands up and pats my head, praising me for my hard work. “I can’t wait to see you at our next session. In the meantime, do take care of yourself. You’ve been doing an excellent job, and I wish to continue seeing you in good health.”

And he leaves me there, still flushed and dazed. My tail tingles from his lingering warmth, and I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like for him to pet it again.

A few weeks go by quicker than expected, and I wake up to Whis cooking in my kitchen. He makes me a sandwich filled with eggs, bacon, lettuce, and tomatoes. As I munch on the food at the dining table, he watches with his hands propping up his chin. He smiles at every move I make, and I become aware of my tail swishing.

“I would say you’ve built enough tolerance. We can shift our focus to other areas,” Whis says, lifting a napkin to wipe my lips. His hand lingers before he pulls away and crumples the tissue into a ball, flashing me a smile.

I nod. “Thank you. My tail feels a lot stronger.” I glance over my shoulder, admiring the muscle I’ve gained. 

Whis’s eyes remain fixed on my tail. “Yes, it appears more voluminous than before,” he says, tapping his fingers against the table. 

I can’t help but laugh and bring my tail closer to him. “You can touch it if you want. Just let me know in advance and I’ll let you pet it a little,” I say. “Consider it an exclusive benefit for helping.”

Whis reaches over and strokes the fur, eyes gleaming. “Marvelous,” he whispers in a breathless tone. Not once does he grab it, only touching my tail with gentle pets. His cheeks flush a light pink as he beams at me. “Thank you,” he says. 

I coil my tail around his wrist and hand. “You can touch me more. I’m not as sensitive now.”

“Pardon?” Whis stares at me with wide eyes. His skin almost looks purple and his hand starts to feel clammy against my tail. 

I hope he’s not getting sick. Can angels even catch illnesses? “My tail. You’re always so intrigued by it. Thanks to the training I can even handle a few harsh tugs now,” I say. 

Whis blinks owlishly before nodding and sinking bonelessly into his seat. “Right—of course. I’m honoured to be granted such a privilege.”

Maybe training three Saiyans is taking a toll on him? Come to think of it, I haven’t done much else to show my gratitude. “Do you want to stay for lunch?” I ask.

Whis sits up straight and grins. “I would love to.”

“Great!” I unwrap my tail and stand up, heading to the kitchen. “I’ll make something you haven’t had yet.” 

Whis follows close behind, and despite his persistent questions, I refuse to answer any of them, laughing at his sulking figure.

END NOTE:

When I tell you I gasped when that last misunderstanding popped into my brain, I was shook

I'll see you guys at my next hyperfixation! (。・∀・)ノ

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[karume-everything-else]

Posso solicitar leitora dbs x feminina? O leitor está participando do torneio de poder com o universo 7, e o leitor luta contra Toppo, mas o hakai não tem efeito sobre o leitor já que um de seus poderes é se adaptar a qualquer poder ou situação de combate, fazendo com que o usuário fique preso. s técnica se adapta. tornar-se nulo? como mahoraga, não sei se você assistiu jujutsu kaisen. (Acho que seria engraçada a reação dos deuses e lutadores ao ver o hakai não surtir efeito no leitor)

Can I request dbs x female reader? The Reader is participating in the power as universe 7, and the reader fights against Toppo, but the hakai does not affect the reader as one of its powers adapts to any power or situation of combat, making the user a prisoner. s technique adapts. become-null? Like Mahoraga, I don't know if you watched jujutsu kaisen. (I think it would be funny the reaction of the gods and fighters when seeing the hakai has no effect on the reader)

Oooh~ sounds fun. I haven't seen Jujutsu Kaisen ~I have a bad magpie habit when it comes to falling for fictional men~ but that does sound like the armor from Akame Ga Kill. The proto-suit of armor the main character uses. I am so sorry it has been so long since I received this request... I am just now catching up on the anime and I started with the tournament arc specifically for this request.

You couldn't help but scratch your head at the Saiyan in front of you. Goku usually had bizarre requests but this was a little out there.

"So a multiverse tournament with a grand prize of 10 million Zeni and a wish on some... Super Dragon Balls?" You repeated hesitantly, "That's uh..."

"C'mon [Name]!" Goku clapped his hands together in a half-bowing motion, "We really need your skills for this. It'll a lot of fun too!"

"Why does that not sound promising."

"B-but!" He stepped forward, "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Besides we don't have much time to debate this!"

"You need 10 people, right?" Goku nodded, but you continued before he could cut you off, "So why not ask the others? I'm sure Yamcha, Yajirobe, or Tien would be more than capable of doing this..."

"Oh right!" Goku smacked his fist into his hand, "With Tien on our side, we'd have someone capable of keeping tabs on everyone during the fight!"

"Did you even--?!"

"But that's all the more reason you gotta join us [Name]! We need all the strong fighters we can get on our side. We already figured that Andriod 17, Andriod 18, Krillen, Vegeta, Gohan, Piccolo, and myself would be a good lineup. With you, Tien, and Buu everything will be great!"

Sighing as you waited for the last-minute change, it still stumped you how Goku could be so stubborn about fighting in a battle royal. Even with the lies he was telling, you didn't feel like there was much choice in the matter. If you stepped out at this point that would just leave Roshi to step up. But he didn't seem that ready to fight, despite training when he heard about the 10 million Zeni. Without that incentive, Roshi dropped out.

Looking around at all the people you'd have to team up with, you wondered why you were even here. The ability to fight was never your strongest suit, the only thing you knew was basic techniques. Though maybe Goku was thinking more about how ki blasts and the like just didn't affect you the way it did everyone else. That and being able to adapt to other's fighting skills on the spot.

"Now then!"

Holding hands with Piccolo and Android 17 wasn't much fun, but if this Whis person insisted...

"Grand Minister, Universe 7 is ready for transport."

You vaguely wondered how this light was able to affect you, but then again even Beerus could damage you, the one time you were even around when he was hostile. So it seemed the higher the being, the less your strange abilities mattered. However, looking around at all the other fighters as they appeared.

It left an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach. All you could do was scout as you struggled to remain in this... giant top. You didn't know what else this thing could be called. Like Tien, you'd be keeping an eye on people and trying to remain a sneaky ace in the hole.

But Goku was just his typical ray of sunshine as he tried greeting all the other universes. At least the ones he knew people from anyway. Unlike your colleagues, you were more interested in the layout. One large spire in the middle seemed a bit much, especially if no one could fly.

Even if it did seem retroactively hypocritical given the kinds of fights Goku made exciting were full of him flying around like a lunatic. But maybe it had something to do with the zone you were in. There was merely a void beyond the ring, which made sense as to why they wouldn't allow everyone to fly. With too many people, someone could get lost in the shuffle and fly too far into the void and no one would be any wiser.

For all of Gohan's attempts at rallying the troops, of course Vegeta and Frieza would be as accepting as a brick wall. Not that Gohan's plan wasn't good, it just wasn't going to work with how everyone seemed to fight. He should have known that. Unless he thought the lot of you would attack like bees, slowly picking one or two fighters and batting them around like a volleyball.

Not a bad strategy, if that's what he was going for. Just not a very sustainable one given the... personalities that he was trying to preach to. Not that you had a chance to speak up on that front, the two Zeno seemed to be rather restless. It made some sense, they both acted like little children.

Which only made the matter-of-fact way that Universe 9 was obliterated that much worse...

You stuck close to Gohan, having blasted a flying, bird-like person out mere moments before the annihilation. The way this battle was going left you unable to use your abilities so far... but worse than that was how suddenly a whole universe was just... gone.

All this fighting wasn't... it couldn't...

"[Name], stay focused." Piccolo reached out to you, "The fight isn't over."

"R-right." You swallowed the lump in your throat, "It's just... harrowing to think about."

"I know, but this isn't the time to think about it." Piccolo nodded, "We went into this knowing all this. Don't let it get to you."

Nodding, you glanced around the battlefield. This whole situation was messed up, but at least this whole tournament would give everyone the fairest chance of survival. That's all this was, a fight for survival. Brute force wouldn't win this, that's for sure. To win, you'd need to fight smartly. That meant sticking close to as many of the others as you could.

Nothing could have prepared you for the overwhelming strength and aura emanating from a far-ish corner of the arena. The insanely loud screeching yell from someone, likely the person who was powering up...

Everything from that one point flew outward, churning the battlefield into a ruble-filled wasteland. Only the massive spire in the middle, the instrument ticking down the fight, remained intact. 48 minutes total... barely ten minutes have passed and yet...

Tapping Gohan on the shoulder, you had to stretch to reach a spot that wouldn't get you reflexively decked, "Hey, we're the largest target like this. If we stick together too much longer we could be backed into a corner with no escape."

"You think so?" Gohan's eyes widened as you nodded solemnly, "I guess, I mean with the field looking like this..."

He turned, raising his voice, "Guys! we need to split into smaller groups! Staying close like this won't help. But try to stay close enough to jump in if one of us is in trouble!"

Dashing off toward the center, your mind churned with the observations. Who had what abilities? What strategies were there? You couldn't hover or fly to quickly tell the others, which meant you simply had to trust them to know... or at least to figure out what was going on.

Trapping in your own mind, you didn't see the insectoid being swooping in, drop-kicking you from the left. The pain barely stung as you recovered from the fall quickly. Sizing up your opponent swiftly, you were able to keep up with the close-quarters blows. Several hits just barely skimming your skin, while you gathered energy discretely. Waiting for the right moment to...

A large ball in the palm of your hand, which you dug right into the insectoid's abdomen and flung him several feet away. Changing the match from melee to energy blasts, one which Tien finished for you.

"You okay [Name]?" His tone was lighter than you expected, "You seem distracted."

"Just thinking." You were looking all around, "Trying to make sense of the other's abilities."

"I see. Do try to be careful with that." Tien hesitated for a second, "What all have you gathered? What could you share?"

"Not much. But I wouldn't put it past the other female warriors to use their looks to their advantage. Or to have a more assassin move set."

Nodding, Tien went about his way. You knew so little about your opponents and wondered if you shouldn't attempt to scout more. Lowering your energy output should...

The entire field was called to witness something from Universe 2. You paid a little attention, using the opportunity to size up what was left of the competition. It was a surprisingly hefty number of people left, but that didn't matter much in the grand scheme of things.

You were keeping to the outskirts yourself, but when 17 attacked the three women of Universe 2, mid-transformation at that, he was getting scolded. His line of logic was sound, but even you had to admit it was rude. Honestly the three who wanted to transform were also being rude since they were pulling everything to a grinding halt for this. Acting like this was some sort of musical or something.

But you weren't going to complain too much. This was the perfect opportunity to learn what you needed to survive.

Seconds after hearing that Universe 10 was eliminated, having taken full advantage of the ruble to size up as many individuals as you could; you dodged a massive energy hammer.

The girl wielding it was younger than you, or so you thought. You couldn't tell and frankly, your time would be wasted trying to find out. But you knew how to counter her already. The ability to shape energy into weapons was straight forward, and weapons were easy to turn against their wielder. You backed up, leaping away as best you could, escalating what you threw at this girl would be the best way to defeat her... lure her into thinking she had the upper hand...

"What? Trying to run away?" She sneered, "You and that Goku, your whole Universe is just a bunch of cowards!"

Kicking up the small rocks around your feet, you held your tongue. Talking this out wouldn't make a difference, let them think what they will. Everyone had to survive after all.

It didn't surprise you that she was skilled, trading a mallet for a spear as you kept kicking and throwing increasingly larger rocks at her. Sneakily adding just a little ki behind your strikes. Giving her that false sense of security. You weren't exactly one to talk while fighting, that just wasn't how you were. And yet...

"Oh come on!" She yelled, "Don't tell me this is all you can do!?"

You knew what you could do, what you needed to know. Sending a rock right for head, causing it to swerve last second and strike the back of her knee. Right where she wasn't defending. Increasing the pressure, forcing her into the corner. No longer hurling rocks, but small ki blasts as she struggled to keep up with your speed.

Even as you rushed her, closing the distance for the final blow. Her spear went right through you, her ability having no effect on you whatsoever. Seeing that look of wonder and concern in her eyes as the truth dawned on her.

"Yo-You're some kind of monster!"

"And you're out of bounds."

The impact of your blast sent her flying, tumbling right off the edge. With no hope of being caught by a teammate. Catching your breath for a quick second, you stretched. But your back wasn't the only thing that popped as you tumbled into a dark section of the ring; a section created by the dilapidated state of the arena.

Only half paying any attention to what was coming out of the other woman's mouth, you focused on the small glimmers in the air. This one was an illusionist, there were a couple chinks in her disguising techniques but that was about it. Knowing you'd have to be careful with this one as well, careful not to let on what you knew and what you could do. Careful that you didn't just attack the right one on purpose.

Not that her illusions were even that enticing... trying to tempt you with her ideal man. It did make things slightly easier, planting small sleeper ki blasts as you dodged these projections. Waiting once more for the best time to strike.

Standing completely still, it still looked as if you'd stepped just barely out of the way. Earning a scoff and scolding for getting too cocky while she explained her master plan.

"Wanna see a magic trick?"

The first thing you've said to her this whole time... and it did wonders to catch her off guard.

"What? Are you going to disappear?" She laughed at you, "I already knew that!"

"One of us is..."

Covering your eyes as every particle of ki exploded from beneath your feet, it would make you a target sure. But at least this illusionist was out of the ring. Climbing back up to a wider, flatter surface, your eyes fell on a presumably younger man marching toward you. He seemed pissed, leading you to believe that he was from the same Universe as the two women you'd just knocked out.

"I've always been told not to hit a woman." His eyes were burning, "But I have no choice. Never have I wanted to--"

"You won't be able to lay a scratch on me." You dead-panned, "So you might as well give it all you've got. Because you won't survive otherwise."

As you traded blows, simple punches still hurt you just not as much as they would a normal person. Krillen and Beerus' voices reached you like whispers.

"Don't let your wins go to your head [Name], you're not indestructible."

"Curly, explain what she can even do. I've never seen that fighter before."

"[Name]? Well she uh... she has this weird ability. After she gets hit with or manages tot study a technique enough, she becomes immune to it. It's really risky."

"Oh, I see." You were certain that was Whis, "So in a tournament like this she's likely to be the last one standing."

"What!? How can you be so sure Whis?" Yet, you were right

"Well, unless she were to be killed by a technique, she simply counter or adapt to it correct?"

"Uh yeah... she uh... she's used that to her advantage on too many times. The only thing that seems to work against her is Solar Flare."

Then Beerus' voice nearly shattered your eardrum, "THEN SHE HAD BETTER KEEP HERSELF IN THE RING! DO YOU HEAR ME [NAME]!?"

That noise level blurred your vision for a few seconds too long. Giving this transformed, hulking bird man the upper hand as he slapped you into a wall.

"Oh, so I'm not going to survive this?" He sneered, "You don't see the writing on the wall, do you? You're the one going over the edge."

Barely managing to push away from the wall in time, you swept your leg out. A seemingly wild kick instantly blocked, a very cocky birdman just ready to throw you out.

If it wasn't for the excessive ki blast you'd built up to follow your foot. The two of you going flying in your whirlwind gamble. Toppling over the edge, hanging on by your fingertips as you struggled to hold yourself and the seemingly flightless birdman on your ankle. Firing off ki blasts from the bottom of your foot, you managed to rid yourself of the extra weight. But you were still in danger of falling out of bounds yourself.

Feet frantically looking for something, anything to catch. Reaching out for something, anything as you barely managed to keep yourself balanced on the edge of the ring.

"[NAME]!"

Gritting your teeth and expecting the worst, you were more than prepared to fight from your unfavorable position. This was about survival after all. And yet, the hand helping you up was Goku's. Reminding you how short you really were. Fighting had that weird affect on your senses after all, it was disorienting to say the least.

"Oh thank goodness you were able to hold on that long." Gokus smiled widely, "That was close."

"You're telling me." You smirked warmly, "But at least it won't happen again."

"You say that, but we'll see."

A playful punch to the side and you were back on your way. That would be the closest you got to going over. The next person would have one hellacious fight on their hands...

"Well well well, the weakest link of Universe 7."

That cold sneer from behind you was more than a little telling. Frost had caught you lurking again. Your strategy was always interrupted at the worst times. Especially now that so many of the fighters were reaching the top echelons of their capabilities, you were far from their raw levels.

But strategy would win, you were sure of it

"What's the matter? A mute as well as an easy target?" Frost mocked, "Oh well, looks like I'll just have to toss another human over the edge."

Blocking the sudden attack, you knew better than to say much. Giving away too much would prove to be your downfall... if you even let that happen. But even being able to trade blows with this Frieza look-alike wasn't enough. He kept backing you into obvious corners where all you could do was dodge and hope you could knock him back.

Until Frost got cocky in his own right. Firing a shot at Vegeta while you were hardly dodging an excessive volley of energy blasts.

The more you struggled, the worse things seemed to get. Until Vegeta threw his own blindsided attack, connecting a punch when you could hardly do a thing.

"You really need to be more careful."

"I don't need you telling me that Vegeta. I won't waste your time explaining this, but you need to watch out anyways."

"Save your breath." He scoffed, "Just do your job and stay out of my way."

Watching him leap forward, you sighed. "I highly doubt you'll be able to take him on your own..."

"Well, I'm not about to ask you for your help! Now go find somewhere else to lurk!"

"I'm not offering help." You dashed in front of the haughty prince, "This was my fight first!"

Frost smirked, "So, she knows basic English, eh? No matter, it won't make any difference."

Dodging the rocks flying as Frost's 'secret' support made it's entrance, you focused a large ki blast to the magma covering it's ears. Leaping over the metal brute and finding your footing on a much higher platform.

"Oh, so you knew what I was doing?" Frost was at your throat before you could think, "Shame, you seem to be a strategist and scout. But that ends now!"

Catching Frost's arm as you reflexively leaned back, throwing a weak punch in return. But that was only the first. Knowing how Frost moved was the advantage you needed...

"YOU BUCKET OF BOLTS! YOU'RE A DISGRACE TO FIGHTERS EVERYWHERE!"

Frost stopped first, both of you watching Vegeta shove his robotic opponent over the edge. Your guard hadn't dropped, and yet...

"Well, this won't do." Frost readied a ki blast, one that wasn't meant for you, "I'm afraid that this fight will have to wait. If you ever prove to be worth the effort."

You had no choice but to leap away as Frost's blast hit the ground. The smokescreen giving him a chance to slip away. Landing next to Vegeta, you were about to head off for another fight.

"Listen here [Name]." You turned, Vegeta wasn't about to... "Next time you better not interfere with my fight. I won't let you get in my way again."

Frowning as Vegeta ran off to another battle, "You're welcome Vegeta."

It was time to get serious. No more sneaking, no more getting dragged into fights. You would initiate the next one. And nothing would stop you...

Yet old habits died hard, analyzing the remain fighters, thinking about the swiftly dwindling time, the win conditions. Universe 7 was in the lead for fighters if time ran out, but that would only make you and the others a target. But if you could just...

"Ah ha! You're one of the fighters from Universe 7." You at least had the courtesy of stopping to see who was addressing you this time, "Tell me, how does it feel to be on the same team as that villain Goku?"

Sizing up this guy was straightforward at least. Large, likely fast, and almost certainly a melee brawler.

"Can't say I know what you're talking about." The way he talked, the way he seemed to think he was somehow above morals, "Where I'm from, Goku is considered a hero. Fight-happy, stubborn, single-minded, but not a villain. If you were in our Universe, you'd know what I'm talking about."

"Hmph. I see." He steadied himself for a fight, "I suppose you do have a point, but I have no time for senseless perspective-taking. As much as I'd like to abstain from fighting someone such as yourself, I see no way around this. Please accept the mercy of being thrown out of the ring by the second-strongest fighter of Universe 11."

Sighing as you took a stance, "I'm getting real tired of being pulled into fights and underestimated..."

"Then show me what you're capable of young Miss!"

You barely even whispered that to yourself, so how this guy heard you was beyond you. But now wasn't the time to think too much, you had to fight. Speed wouldn't help you much, there had to be power behind your punches. If it wasn't for the fact that you don't have any fighting abilities besides insane adaptability, you'd be a little more confident. For now...

Keeping your eyes on this large man, you knew he'd be fast but this was a little too fast. Leaping low to the ground, you barely avoided his massive fist. Knowing an attempt to sweep his... oddly tiny legs would be futile. His physique was bizarre and created the biggest challenge. Skidding to a stop a few feet away, you weighed your options.

Staying in melee wouldn't work and building up energy blasts wasn't viable due to how long it would take. Not to mention how ineffective that would prove long-term. Wasting energy wasn't the play here, and it was clear that your opponent thought the same thing.

Jumping every time he threw a punch, landing small blows here and there just to test how far you could push him before cracking; you had little options for actual attacks. Unless he started doing something more than the basics, you were just David fighting Goliath.

"I got cha back Top!"

Flattening yourself to the ground from under the rabbit-looking guy, you already knew what he was capable of. You couldn't counter his raw speed, but you could lay traps well enough if it came to that.

"Don't interfere Dyspo, she might be a good strategist, but she's not much of a fighter." Glaring at your opponent, again with the insults, "I merely need to bide my time until she tires herself out."

"If ya say so Top." Dyspo smirked, "Now that cha mention it, she does look a little scrappy to be in a tournament this long. Must've been sheer luck so far, huh?"

"Don't be so quick to write off a fellow warrior." Top turned to face you, "Especially if they are from Goku's Universe."

No, it was too soon for you to fully unleash. Save a little power for later. Kaioken could only get you so far... But a little spare energy here and there...

Trading punches with the newly identified Top, you put your foot down so to speak. No more dodging until...

"What's that power!?" Top stopped your fist suddenly, letting go quickly, "Has Jiren finally started fighting?"

Following Top more out of curiosity than the will to fight, you could only stare as Goku was assaulting Jiren. Nothing was getting to the massive brute, and yet...

"Justice Hand!"

Top was firing at Goku, you knew it was useless, even his own teammate called Top off. But you continued to study this Jiren figure. The way he took hits meant he was assessing Goku as much as Goku was assessing him with the volley of attacks. It wasn't just raw strength or power that Jiren had, there was something... else. Something you could counter if only he'd...

Ducking, you were surprised as Top leaped to defend you. Moving you out of the way as Goku and Jiren fought across the arena. Following the pair with your eyes, it clicked. Goku wasn't anywhere near Jiren's level. Not like this anyways. His Blue form plus Kaioken was barely able to keep up.

Stepping back, your gaze kept up effortlessly. Tipping off your opponent to your real power.

"You seem to be keeping up with those two rather easily." While Top wasn't trying to fight you right now, every little thing you did was being analyzed fully, "Am I to assume that's your true power? Shame you can't use it effectively. A scouting warrior is best suited with communication devices after all."

"Duck."

Shoving Top aside as you leapt out of the way, bracing for the impact as Goku and Jiren zipped past again, landing back in the middle of the crater they started in. Things weren't looking good for Goku specifically, Jiren barely looked like he expended himself at all. No heavy breathing, no scuff marks, nothing to suggest that he had been fighting at all. It was unnerving to say the least.

"Wait! There's a technique I still have!" Goku powered down, "But I need a minute to charge it up."

Stopping, Jiren relaxed, "Go ahead. Take all the time you need."

Not this starfish pose... You pinched the bridge of your nose, groaning.

"You're familiar with this attack?" Top wasn't nearly as hostile as he first insinuated, "What does it do?"

"You'll see. Goku is literally about to announce it." You huffed, "As if the people who know don't already..."

"Everyone! I need all the energy you can spare!" Goku yelled, "C'mon guys! Give me your energy to finish this fight!"

"That..." Top stepped back, raising his arm as if a barrier, "That can't be his plan..."

"Yep." You sighed, raising an arm to give as much energy as you could pull from the arena beneath you, "And it may not even work but... Better to try and fail than not try at all."

Knowing that Top was staring, hearing the grunt as he smirked, "Yes, that I can whole-heartedly agree with."

The tension was thick as Goku charged his Spirit Ball. That amount of energy would absolutely pose a threat to anyone who tried to take it head-on. Jiren knew this, pushing the sphere away from himself. Why did it always become a shoving match again? You couldn't even begin to count how many times this happened.

So when Goku was the one caught in the explosion, you couldn't believe it. The numb feeling washing over you was a distant memory as you jumped in to look for your comrade. Knowing that if Goku had died, or was vaporized, it would be his own fault. He fell on his own sword after all.

Even facing Jiren wasn't as bad as possibly losing the best chance at your survival. If Goku went down, only Vegeta and Freiza would be able to fight completely unhindered. The rest of your team would be disheartened, desperate, and fighting in that state wasn't going to help anyone. At least, you thought the rest of your team would be... 17 and 18 were difficult to read.

Your fighting stance against Jiren, guarding where Goku was, had been cut short. The immense power level radiating behind you had you frozen in place. Dropping your guard just to check that you were right...

"I appreciate the attempt [Name]." Goku sounded so different, what was this? "But you'll be in my way. Nothing personal, I just want to face Jiren alone."

"Right."

Jumping back up to the edge of the crater, you could only watch alongside everyone else. Sizing Jiren up as best you could from a distance. Goku's new form wouldn't last long, it was too much power for a first attempt. But what would happen after it fizzled out? Would Goku even survive that?

Sadly, it didn't take long for that to happen. Goku fell, almost completely worn out from the abundance of power. Looking to where Top was standing, further than was wise to seek out another fight; it would be wiser to regroup and strategize again. With all that you knew, the rest of you could corner Jiren and...

Before you could finish your thought, Hit from Universe 6 stepped in to fight Jiren. Knowing what little you did about the assassin, it seemed ill-matching. Jiren knew about the time skipping, and would be more than capable of countering that.

Even so, it was terribly shocking to see how Hit was ineffective, being knocked out of bounds as soon as Jiren was free from the time prison. And yet, despite your willingness to fight Jiren on Goku's behalf not even five minutes ago, he decided that you weren't worth his time. That everyone who could have challenged him was unable to.

Glaring at his meditating form, you jumped. Sensing Freiza close to Goku. Whatever else Freiza might be, trustworthy wasn't one of them. Holding a steady energy ball to his back as he stood over Goku, a similar yet unidentified energy ball in his palm, you knew he wouldn't be able to fight you the way he would others. And Frieza knew this, lowering his hand, just not dispersing the energy.

"I wouldn't dream of attacking this simpering monkey at the moment." Freiza grinned over his shoulder at you, "So you can put that away little girl."

Your eyes never left Frieza's face as the match of wills amid teammates continued. Backing down in this unknown situation, with Goku so weakened...

"Whoops!" Frieza both shot Goku and clutched your wrist, causing you to misfire, "My hand slipped. How clumsy of me."

Goku's cry of pain was short lived, short enough that you didn't have a chance to pay Frieza back for his dirty trick.

"There, see?" He cooed, "The ape is all better. Or, at least as much as I could... scraping the tiniest bit of energy I could spare for him anyways. But you;ll have to watch your back girl. I won't let you go so easily if you stand in my way again."

Rubbing your wrist and glowering at Frieza as he retreated, you knelt next to Goku.

"How are you holding up?" You knew a little about medical energy usage, "Here, let me--"

"Save your energy [Name]. You'll need it to survive the rest of the tournament. Besides, you still have an unfinished match against Top, right?"

"I don't track of those things." You shook Goku's concern off, "Besides, I have energy to spare. One of the good things about extreme adaptability is the constant flow of energy as long as I'm on solid ground."

It was nice to hear Goku chuckle again, "Yeah, surprising that it works when we aren't on Earth. Or is it just any body of land?"

"Any body of land, just nothing man-made. Odd since I know this place was technically man-made... maybe it's just because it was made by a god... er angel."

"Yeah, that sounds about right."

Stepping back so Goku could stand, you looked around, "So, what next? We have the most people available, you can't reach that Ultimate mode again without serious injury, and knocking too many people out spells their erasure."

"I have no clue." Goku frowned, "Thinking isn't exactly my strong suit. The best I can say is try to keep things the way they are. If we have the most people then... we will be the biggest targets huh?"

"Basically, though with you being like this makes you the prime target... just behind..."

You couldn't will yourself to state the obvious. Of course you'd be the weakest left on the field after all this time. Half the tournament has passed and you still stood here. Krillen and Tien were stuck in the stands due to careless error and noble sacrifice and here you were just...

"Just behind who?" Goku tilted his head, "Frieza? Vegeta? They're both pretty strong. Or maybe its 17 and 18... They really don't have many fans in this ring."

"I'm the weak link!" You grit your teeth, "I'm the weakest left on the field so the two of us are the ones they want to gun for."

"Hanh!? You!? Weak? But you're..."

"I have been scraping by the skin of my teeth since you pulled me up. Maybe I should have..."

"No, you're right where you need to be [Name]. There's still a lot of fighters left and you can beat all of them! So don't go thinking like that. Okay? You almost had Top earlier... I could feel it. You just have to push past your limits and let loose."

Watching as Goku turned to the Saiyan girls from Universe 6, you couldn't help but feel that he was only saying something to say it. What little you could do to compete now was...

"Get out of my way Kakkarot." Vegeta sneered, snapping you out of your trance, "These two are mine."

"What!? No way Vegeta! You got to teach Cabba! Kale and Califa are learning from me!"

Knowing better than to get between Saiyans when they want to fight, you took off. They would need all the space they could get after all, and you still had some fight left in you.

"You still have an unfinished fight against Top, right?"

That was at least a starting point. But would it really help?

Time was running out fast and while fighting kept the Zenos entertained, it wasn't as if that was difficult. Big explosions and grand speeches seemed to do the trick. But... you still felt like you had a score to settle... something to prove. To yourself, to the others, and you would start by proving it to

Top.

Leaping off the tall rock, intending to strike Top in the middle of his back; you were intercepted by his rabbit-like companion. Toppling off to one side, rolling for a second before steadying yourself on one knee.

"Thought you was gonna get the jump on Top, huh?" Dyspo sneered, "Well you ain't gettin' anywhere with dirty tactics like that!"

"That's fine." You stood, preparing to fight Dyspo instead, "I didn't expect that to work regardless if he had back up or not."

"Heh, smart girlie." Dyspo smirked, "But it won't be enough when you face true justice!"

Rolling your eyes, you focused on what you knew. Speed was his strong suit, his strength would be more momentum than raw strength, meaning if you just...

Blocking the worst of the kick and skidding back several feet, you latched onto Dyspo's ankle. If you could either get a grip, or trap him in some way... keep him immobile long enough to wear him down.

Or you could use him like a club.

Doubling your grip with both hands on his leg, you lifted the lean rabbit warrior up, much to his surprise. Before you could turn and slam him on the ground, Top was rushing in. Well, better to use this to your advantage.

Swinging Dsypo in a wide arc, you slammed him into Top with as much strength as you could. Knocking the bulky man off his feet as you kept spinning on your heels. Enduring Dyspo's desperate kicks to your hands. Kicks that were having less and less effect on you as you concentrated ki into gauntlets over your lower arms. Even as he tried to match your energy output, it failed to faze you.

Finally stopping, slamming Dyspo on the ground with enough force to create a small dent in the ground. But you didn't let go of his leg, instead dragging him around to swing at Top as he approached again. Another hefty swing of ally against ally, despite Top catching Dyspo this time... it still hit with enough force that gave you enough of an opening to drop the lucky rabbit's foot and land a powerful blow to Top's jaw.

Watching them both stagger back, you knew backing Top specifically into a corner too soon wouldn't be good for you. Dyspo in particular looked worse for your attack, but both men needed to get their bearings.

"And here I thought you were an honorable warrior," Top sounded disappointed, "But to pull such a dirty-!"

"Don't act like you know me." You spat, "I'm a strategist who played the game. Your buddy is a speedster so any chance to get him off his feet is the best chance I have at beating him."

Top paused, glaring at you. He couldn't deny what you were saying, it was a strategy he had warned Dyspo of himself. If it wasn't for the sheer power radiating from the other side of the field...

"Now what in the world is that?" Dyspo shook his head, "Another surge in power so soon?"

"Goku... don't..." You groaned, "Why are Saiyans like this?"

Before they could launch an attack, Jiren stood up from his meditation.

"It's time to retreat." He commanded, "Wait and save our strength for the final matches."

"Yeah but--!"

Jiren was sizing you up under a cold gaze, "She's run her course Dyspo. There's no use in continuing to fight someone like that. Take this act of mercy and throw yourself out for all I care. Just don't follow if you know what's good for you."

Breathing returned as you relaxed your form. You knew you couldn't stand against Jiren very long. His strategy and yours were too similar. But you had to fight Top... you had to prove...

Dodging out of the way of two rampaging Saiyans, you had to find a spot to lay low. There were still too many opponents on the field. It was all you could do to help run down the clock, not that you had much to give.

But you were among the last six standing. Six versus three. You had a score to settle and nothing was going to stop you. Not even the power struggle of wills from Goku and Jiren. With your sights set on Top, you were rudely cut off by Gohan and 17, mostly Gohan.

"I know how this looks, how much you don't want to [Name]," Gohan said, "But you should go help Frieza with Dyspo."

"Fine."

Against your better judgment and desire, you went after Dyspo. Frieza wouldn't be happy with this, but as long as you could get a couple others out of the ring... Anything to keep Frieza from getting a wish to be honest.

Just hanging back and letting whatever happened happen. Having Freiza drug around by the tail and used like a club was funny after all. Even if it didn't work all that much.

"You're just enjoying this aren't you [Name]?" Count on Freiza to give up your hiding spot, "No doubt awaiting the precise moment that you can be the one to defeat me as well."

"Huh?" Dyspo was dumbfounded and ready to run, "You mean this... That's your great play?"

"Not really." You shook your head, "I don't play well with tyrants, even if we are on the same team."

"No wonder you're not fazed being swung around like a bat." Dsypo smirked, "Too bad you won't get that chance again."

"My my, it sure is a shame that he is only capable of running, isn't it?" Both of you watched him zip off, "If only you had hung back a little longer, you might have gotten your big chance [Name]. Not that I would have gone down so easily of course."

"Naturally. Though I have a score to settle myself. Don't get in my way."

"Oh hoh hoh! Do tell."

"Not on your life."

Even as you walked alongside the scourge of your own Universe, your thoughts stressed over your desire to fight Top. He and his team had ignored you long enough.

"Oh well, just leave Dyspo to me then. And do tell the half-Saiyan and Android to stay out of my way."

Heading off to where Top's energy was radiating, you were met with Gohan.

"Freiza is being stubborn with Dyspo. I am going to fight Top." You started, "I ask that neither of you interferes unless absolutely necessary."

"Are... are you sure?" Gohan asked, "You do know--"

"I fought Top earlier, I'm aware what he can do."

"If you insist." 17 raised his arms, "But I will jump in at my best judgment."

"That's what I'm counting on."

"Freiza! Look out! Behind you!"

Turning to where the yell was directed, the three of you hesitated for a moment.

"I knew you should have stayed with Freiza." Gohan growled a little, "Now what?"

"You go." 17 said, "But first, you said you've fought Top [Name]. What do you know about his allies?"

"Dyspo is a speedster. Keep him from controlling his movements and you'll be able to take him out."

"Alright then." Gohan nodded, "You two take care of Top then."

Leaping from where you had stayed hidden, you were met with a volley of energy blasts from Top.

"Oh, if it isn't the strategist from Universe 7, we meet again."

"Don't sound so surprised." You glared, "I'm not just a strategist. I'm the one who counters ALL!"

Rushing in for a melee assault, one you knew that wouldn't work, you hit a green barrier.

"17! What the hell!?" You shouted, "This is my fight!"

"Don't tell me you can't sense it." He answered, "Freiza won't be as easy going as the rest of us. And Gohan was knocked out with that Dyspo guy. You hang back for a minute and let me take care of this."

Shaking with fury as you clenched your fist, you retreated. 17 firing an endless volley of blasts. Kneeling to absorb all the energy you could muster, knowing you would need every ounce. Especially as you watched the beams between Top and 17 collide, staying just beyond the area of effect.

Even with Freiza taking potshots at Top's back, you knew something was coming. The explosion was incredible, with Top undergoing a transformation... one with too much power behind i--

"Wait a second..." Actually listening to the chatter of the stands, you knew how to counter him, "That's it."

Waiting for your opening was easy enough, as Freiza threw his desperate attempt at Top. Being knocked out as soon as Top was up, and thrown over the edge.

"Now!"

Your punch landed, but only just.

"Hah!? What are you doing [Name]! Get out of there! Don't go into a melee match!"

"Wait, she didn't... don't tell me."

"No... she..."

"SHE CAN'T BE SERIOUS!?"

"Wait a second..." Gohan yelled amid all the confusion, "[Name] isn't affected by power ups at all. She can't just see through them, she can counter them completely if she can get close enough."

"WHAT!?"

"You mean to tell me that one little human has been winning through immunity alone?"

Trading blows with Top had its own odd effect on you. Each strike barely hurt, but the energy you were absorbing was pure destruction. Even if you knew why, it made for a weird feeling. You've never actually absorbed pure destruction like this.

"I see you do have a weird ability." Top growled, "How quaint for the scout from the 7th."

"And you've been hiding your true power. Which is what my job as a scout was all about." You glared in return, "So either fight me or step out now. Because I'm not going to back down!"

Pushing the energy you'd absorbed out like a barrier of your own, you made every effort to dodge the blows you could. Turning someone's weapon against them was never an easy feat, but as your attacks got stronger, Top's grew weaker. Punch for punch, kick for kick, Top wasn't even attempting a grapple this time. You were able to root yourself or else fight back whenever he made a pass to toss you aside.

"Standing up to a destroyer god for this long is commendable, but this has been going on long enough. Leave this ring of ruble or else I might not be able to hold back from pure destruction!"

"Shut up!"

Decking Top in the face, you didn't let up. Blow for blow with no opening for him to charge a single move. He couldn't even escape with how much faster you'd begun moving. The destruction energy, the energy of the ground, you could only hope to finish this fight soon.

"I am getting tired of this." Top had you by the foot, throwing you aside like a ragdoll, "You cannot survive this, unless you dodge. Hakai!"

Standing up as the massive purple sphere of energy touched you, this was absolutely pure destruction. And it unlocked the rage you'd been keeping in check for so long.

That first punch felt too good, especially as the stands erupted in chatter. Wondering how far you could feasibly take your ability, and being far more resilient for it. And yet... you knew that this was as far as you could go...

"If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me!"

Bull rushing with every punch, the whole length of the arena... until you felt the ground leaving from under your feet. You knew this would be the last thing you did.

Appearing in the stands, you felt like collapsing. Every fiber of your being shook as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

"I... I--"

"Hey, easy [Name]." Gohan pulled you against his shoulder to keep you from falling to the floor, "Breathe, here. Have a Sensu."

"That... you really are something [Name]." Krillen sighed, "Just being able to stand toe-to-toe like that for so long."

"How in the world did you know you could take that kind of energy?" Beerus asked, "That level of Destroyer energy, even if new and weaker... you shouldn't have been able to shake that off after one time."

"I've always been able to do this." You shrugged as you stretched, "Absorbing energy and being immune to specific types of power ups are why Goku brought me into this crazy tournament."

The unsettling quiet and whispers of the power you had were quickly broken up as Jiren powered up. The tournament was far from over after all...

[upgradewater]

The result of Goku's training with Shenlong when he flies off at the end of GT...? Goku using Shenlong's small amount of dragonly god ki? Why not both!

I started drawing this before the news about Toriyama's passing became public, so it feels kinda weird. Weird as in posting it in general, and posting it a couple days later.

I was inspired by a screenshot of one of those "what if" videos that showed Goku in a dragon form that was blue and purple with wings. I guess he was supposed to look like the evil smoke dragon? I went for a more traditional Shenlong-based look.

I wouldn't say my form(?) is a Goku/Shenlong fusion though. I'd dragon him up more if that were the case.

Anyway.

I used to watch GT a lot as a kid because i had easier access to it via DVDs (my rental store didn't have DBZ) and there were more reruns on. I watched DBGT more recently, and of course there are tons of problems. Pacing being the biggest imo. I think they didn't know what to do with the series.

But a lot of my early db fanart as a kid circled around GT and its ending. I think they stuck the landing there, although a little abrupt. Yet it's very precious to me. It had that mysterious air around it, and like the original DB og ending of Goku flying off with Chichi, or flying off with Uub at the end of Z, I think him flying off with Shenlong implies there were of course more adventures to be had for Goku.

Now that i think about it, that's kinda what Super was missing, huh... Of course he has Beerus and Whis' planet, but it ain't the same.

...Well. I wouldn't have written this all about this drawing if i wasn't waxing nostalgic about DB in general. And i know Toriyama wasn't involved in GT's writing, but it was nice to get this out of my system.

[jazzystudios82]

Things that are canon in the “Bride of the Destroyer” AU that aren’t in the Dragon Ball series

Pt. 2 Pt. 3

Note: This is gonna be a long one! Also, this isn't going to be in order. It's written down from what I remember and what's in the actual story so far. Some of the things mentioned here haven't been put in the story just yet, so please keep in mind that some things may change in the future.

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Beerus is married (the most obvious one) and has step kids with my oc, Brier.

Deities are capable of summoning creatures known as "daemons" as Familiars to help aide in their duties via a legally binding contract. The only known groups of deities who are known to practice this are the twelve Titan families from Brier's planet, Gardenia, hers included. This is typically done through a summoning ceremony.

Beerus has father-in-law issues with Arum, the Titan King, head of the Plantae family, and one of Brier's fathers. His relationship with Arum's husband and Brier's stepfather, Typhon II, is rather decent in comparison.

According to Whis, Beerus has once claimed that his wife Brier's beauty puts Heles, his fellow G.O.D., to shame.

Goku likes reading Spider-Man comics after his son Goten introduced them to him. Meanwhile, Vegeta enjoys the Invincible comics: Trunks was not the one to introduce him to it since he's a bit too young to read the comics and watch the show.

Vegeta secretly listens to Lady Gaga when working out.

Android #17 is married to Elena Corazón: an original character that is used for other fandoms such as the Spider-Verse trilogy and Delicious in Dungeon.

Vegeta's mother's name is Eschalot, which is what he wanted to name Bulla when she was born as a way to honor his mother: this obviously didn't go the way he planned, so he and Bulma compromised on making it their daughter's middle name.

Piccolo likes drinking fruit infused water that is served at parties.

Frieza is bisexual and/or polyamorous. He also starts a situationship with Montsechia (Monty), who is another antagonist for the Bride of the Destroyer AU.

Bulma made Vegeta, Goku, and Chi-Chi watch the Twilight films for a date night once: Goku and Chi-Chi thought the films were ok while Vegeta thought they were stupid.

Beerus has terrible and ineligible penmanship.

Vegeta often tells Goku about Saiyan culture after training.

The Grand Priest is married: his wife, Rosanna, is an OC that belongs to @aisururozu.

Whis is pansexual.

Cooler is part of this AU.

Kuriza will be part of the story in the near future.

Goku often brings Chi-Chi little souvenirs from his adventures: he once brought her a bouquet of rare flowers that she keeps in vase.

Piccolo will date Pan's teacher Janet in the future. He is also asexual and demiromantic.

According to Beerus's father-in-law Arum, he has a tattoo somewhere on his body. But whenever someone tries to ask him about it, he simply tells them that simply even knowing of the tattoo’s existence is more than enough for them to know.

[unboundpower]

I haven't talked about it in depth here yet, because I know I'll likely never get to rp it out with a Beerus blog, but......Amita beefing with Beerus becomes a big part of her story further along its timeline into DBS. It ties into how Vegito gets to become Whis' student as well.

To start off, the way the Battle of Gods happens in my AU is different. Instead of Beerus getting the prophecy from the Oracle Fish of the Super Saiyan God, it's a prophecy of "a mortal having power beyond a Destroyer" living on Earth. Beerus and Whis go to talk with King Kai, who tells them about Vegito. He's of course assumed to be that person in the prophecy, so the two head to Earth next so Beerus can pick a fight with him. He, and Amita, are on a cruise ship to be a part of Bulma's birthday party. King Kai warns Vegito in advance of Beerus' arrival, but he's not worried.

Naturally Vegito accepts the challenge, and the two duke it out. Beerus does start overwhelming Vegito (because this is EoZ and not his DBS self so he is a lot weaker), which in turn, starts making Amita stress tf out. As the battle goes on, and Vegito gets more and more injured despite going SS3, she starts having a panic attack. When Beerus is about apparently kill him, she snaps.

She unconsciously taps into her own latent power, power unknown to her as it's been passed down in her kin for generations from their ancestors - who had been gifted the essence of their Eternal Dragon in the distant past. Amita gets involved with the battle then, and frankly starts knocking Beerus around like he's a ball. As it turns out, the prophecy was talking about her, not Vegito.

Beerus unleashes more of his power, but hers continues to climb without a ceiling to be seen, so he still gets overwhelmed. After he gets knocked right down into the lower levels of the cruise ship, and it looks like she's preparing a blast to kill him (and destroy the ship in the process), Vegito realizes that she's entered this enraged state specifically because she's extremely protective of him. He steps in to calm her down, and her transformation wears off.

Beerus is pissed. He flies up to stand before the two of them, roughed up and even bleeding. Vegito and Amita think he's going to keep fighting, especially once he calls Whis up to him, but that's not actually the case. Beerus identifies that Amita naturally possesses God Ki and has no idea on how to control it, yet she managed to injure him, which he finds infuriating. He forms the plan then and there for she to become Whis' student, so she can learn to master her power and they could have a proper rematch in the future - where Beerus is committed to making her pay for drawing his blood.

She of course doesn't want this, but Earth's destruction is guaranteed if she refuses. She thinks on her feet, demanding that Vegito become Whis' student too, otherwise she ain't doing it. Beerus doesn't care, and Whis welcomes him. It's agreed upon that Whis will come back to Earth the next day about this time to fetch the two of them, so their training can begin right away. The two deities take their leave.

After Battle of Gods is said and done, Whis mentors both Vegito and Amita. Vegito's genuinely pumped about it, but Amita is so annoyed, since she's being forced to go along with Beerus' whim. Vegito points out that she should quit her job, since it'll just get in the way of this, but they thankfully have plenty of savings to fall back on. She for sure makes her intense dislike of Beerus clear whenever they interact, and the god isn't fond of her at all either, so. Things are highkey toxic between the two of them.

It gets even worse when, curious about the power she has, Amita chooses to go back to her village for the first time in decades to try and get answers. She'll eventually learn that Beerus is responsible for destroying her kin's homeworld millennia ago, and why their ancestors received the power of their Eternal Dragon in the first place (to escape the planet's destruction and travel to Earth).

Beerus basically becomes Amita's archenemy & one-sided rival, which amuses me so much. This cat man deity beefing with a mortal woman that he can't kill because it'd be a waste of her potential & his pride would never recover from the smack down she laid on it, so he has to put up with her continued disrespect towards him. Amita has to comply with his order to keep Earth safe since Vegito's weaker than him and she can't reliably channel her power yet, but her anger and hatred makes her keep playing with fire. Comedy all around.

Again, I don't expect any Beerus rpers to humor me with this, so I won't bring it up to any. It's just fun stuff for me to think about (and write out in fics).

But uhhh if any Beerus rpers would like to do stuff in this AU, please feel free to hit me up..... 👀

[elisajdb]

A Relaxing Bath

A gift for @songochiox based on her sweet art

Goku was tired when he came home. He wasn’t physically tired. He was mentally and emotionally burnt out. For three months, he has been on Beerus’ planet. It was exciting at the start, but now it felt like a boring routine. Train. Chores. Train. More chores for a new lesson that felt the same as the previous one. Without the chores, it reminded Goku of his time in Kami’s Temple with Mr. Popo and Kami. It wasn’t as lonely. Vegeta was here. He was a good sparring partner who kept him on his toes but Goku didn’t care for his company now.

He needed to feel the familiar breeze from Mount Paozu. He needed to see his animal neighbors. He needed to see his lovely wife cooking in the kitchen. He needed to see his sons. He needed to listen to Gohan explain about a book he didn’t understand. He needed to sit with Goten playing a video game he didn’t understand. He needed to play with his granddaughter.

He needed to go home.

And that’s what he did. He left Vegeta and Whis in the middle of a morning lesson and teleported to his dark bedroom on Earth.

Oops.

He forgot about the time difference between Beerus’ planet and Earth. The clock by the bed read 2:30 am and his wife was in a peaceful sleep. Goku slipped off his boots quietly, removed his gi and crept to bed. He pulled back the covers, climbed in and snuggled against Chichi’s sleeping form.

“Not tonight, Broly. I’m still exhausted from Vegeta.”

Goku’s eyes popped open. “What?”

It was too dark to see but Goku could feel Chichi’s body shaking in laughter. He wasn’t amused. “Not funny, Chichi.”

“Then why am I laughing? Ow,” she laughed in faux pain feeling Goku’s hand slapping her bottom. “What are you doing here anyway?” Chichi sleepily asked. “It’s almost three.”

Goku thought that was a strange question to ask. “I live here, Chichi. Why were you thinking of Broly?”

“I need some company while you are galivanting in space and Broly’s….”

“Cute?” Goku finished for Chichi.

“I was gonna say Broly, Vegeta and Piccolo are great company when you are away but Broly is cute.” Chichi expected Goku to make a comment saying that wasn’t funny and give her another playful slap on her backside before being smothered by his kisses with Goku showing Chichi she will never entertain Broly, Vegeta and Piccolo while he’s away but when Goku didn’t respond, Chichi reached for the lamp to turn it on and roll over to face her husband. He was frowning. He looked cute and she would tell him that if she didn’t know he was angry.

“Does it bother you I said that? I was kidding.”

“I know, but I don’t like it. I don’t like you think Broly’s cute.”

Chichi didn’t laugh but she did smile. I can’t believe he remembers that. It was over two years since Goku brought Broly home for a visit. He wanted to show the Saiyan what Earth was like since during his last visit, he nearly destroyed it in rage. Broly stayed with Goku and Chichi where she fed both men and was impressed with Broly’s appetite. It was bigger than Goku’s. He was also very naïve, more naïve than Goku. He asked Chichi many questions that amused her and listened intently to Goku and followed his words as he considered Goku more knowledgeable and experienced than him.

“I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“You never said Vegeta’s cute,” he accused her. “You never said anyone’s cute except me.”

Chichi could see a man and think he’s attractive but never openly say it. Saying one is attractive didn’t mean she wanted them. Her thoughts of Broly’s looks were a compliment and nothing more. “Maybe I thought he’s cute because he reminds me of you. He’s naïve and very strong and his eagerness to learn new things is cute and sweet like you when we married.”

That didn’t satisfy Goku. “You make it sound like I’m still not cute and sweet.”

“You are and you’ll always will be cute.” His pout was so cute. The way his brows furrowed was cute. She kissed him. “Don’t you believe me?”

“I do.” He really did and he never worried about Chichi’s faithfulness to him but he couldn’t explain why he was acting this way.

“You’re very wound up.” Chichi caressed his face. “Are you ready to tell me what happened on Beerus’ planet?”

Was that what was bothering him? Maybe it was.

“I’m fine.”

He didn’t look fine. He looked sullen. “You are early. You normally come home when it’s lunch or dinner and another month from now. Did Whis hit you with his stick again?” Goku shook his head. “Did Vegeta almost beat you?”

“No.” Goku laid his head against Chichi’s breasts. “I just wanna be home, Chichi.”

“You are home, Goku.” Chichi tenderly stroked Goku’s hair. “And….” she sniffed, “you need a shower.”

Goku opened his eyes. He raised his arm and smelled himself. “I don’t stink.”

Chichi grabbed Goku’s hand and pulled him out of bed with her. “Yes, you do.” She led Goku to the bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Goku sniffed himself again. “But I don’t stink.”

Chichi flipped on the bathroom lights. “Did you leave in the middle of training?”

“Yeah.”

“You stink.” Chichi turned on the shower. “And you climbed your dirty body in bed with me.” Chichi tutted and slapped Goku on his bottom. “Get undressed.”

Chichi accusing him of climbing in bed dirty should make her angry but Chichi smiled at him and the smack on his bottom felt playful. Was she in the mood? If she wanted it, Goku was ready to give it to her but something told him that wasn’t on Chichi’s mind. He pushed his boxers down his legs. “Ain’t you sleepy?”

Chichi was leaning over the bathtub as it filled with water. He saw her reaching for her special lavender bath oil only meant for her to use but it was clear she would be using it on him. “Not anymore.” She smiled at him. “Go clean up.”

“You don’t mind?” Goku knew how Chichi wanted her to sleep.

“I don’t mind.” She kissed him. “Take your shower and I’ll get the bath ready.”

Goku smiled as he knew Chichi understood. When he came home from Beerus’ planet or on a galactic space adventure with Vegeta, all Goku wanted was to be with Chichi. His first mornings home always had him and Chichi relaxing in the bath together with him sharing what he did apart from her and Chichi sharing what he missed with the family. He took his shower and rinsed off any dirt he accumulated during the morning spar. When he stepped out, the bathtub was filled with hot water and his lovely wife sat on the marble naked and rubbing lavender oil on her body.

“I’m done. Wanna smell me?”

“Maybe later.” Chichi rubbed oil on her hands, warming them before massaging the warm oil onto Goku’s back and shoulders. “How does that feel?”

“I hate it.” He laughed at Chichi’s playful smack on his bottom. Her nimble hands moved to his front massaging his chest. He missed these wonderous hands stroking him. He expected Chichi to go lower and grab a part of him that missed her terribly over the months but when she pulled away and said, “Let’s get in,” Goku turned to her expectantly.

“What is it, Goku?” Her voice was innocent but her eyes were playful. “Was I supposed to rub somewhere else?”

Oh, she knew and he knew that she knew. He’ll get her for that later when they are wrestling between the sheets and she’s begging for it, but for now, he will go along with Chichi’s playful mood. “Nothing.”

Chichi was going to get in first so she could lean against the tub and continue to massage Goku but Goku stopped her and got in first. “What are you up to?” Chichi got in and settled herself behind Goku.

Goku dipped his hands in the hot water before pouring some on Chichi’s back and shoulders. “Just wanna massage you like you massaged me.”

Chichi released a soft moan as Goku worked her shoulders and back with his strong fingers. Oh, she would pamper him with food and massages but Goku touched her, too. Days after Goku returned, Chichi would wake up to feel Goku snuggled up to her. Sometimes she would lie with Goku and talk as his hands touched her body. He never spoke. He listened to Chichi and touched her over and over. She never questioned why he did this. She knew it was something Goku needed to do after being away for so long.

“How was your training on Beerus’ planet?”

“Fine.”

Oh, that was a signal something was wrong. Training on Beerus’ planet was never fine. Goku had many thoughts about the training from complaining about the chores Whis made him do to sharing how excited he felt about his growth.

“How were things here?”

Goku’s question caught Chichi off guard. Most times he didn’t ask and assume things were fine while she informed him of what he missed. “Pan’s having her Kindergarten graduation in two weeks. Mark is hosting a big party for it. Videl’s trying to talk her father into something simple but you know how he is. I remember the party he had for Videl’s high school graduation. There were more of his friends than Videl’s. She remembered how her Dad used the party for a business thing. She doesn’t want the same for Pan.”

“How about Gohan and Goten?”

“Gohan has a big seminar he’s preparing for. Goten has a school dance.” Chichi laughed as she recalled Gohan’s first school dance. “I remember Gohan being so nervous about it with Videl. Goten is very calm about it. He’s happy to be going stag while Trunks is worried about having a date.”

Goten being in high school was surreal for Goku. “I can’t believe Goten’s in high school. I still remember him as this little boy so happy to have a Daddy.”

“Our little boy’s growing up.” Chichi was happy about it. She was even happier Goku was around to see it but something in Goku’s voice signaled to Chichi what might be troubling her husband. “What bothered you on Beerus’ planet?”

Chichi always knew when something bothered him; really bothered him. He couldn’t always hide it and when Chichi pressed him, he eventually gave in.

Your burden is my burden Chichi once told him. Share with me she’ll always say when she wanted Goku to unload on her emotionally.

“I don’t know. I was on Beerus’s planet for another lesson when I realized I had this lesson before. A lot of my lessons have been repetitive. I’ve been there for three months doing the same thing. I was getting bored.”

“It’s not the first time,” Chichi told him. “You always came back when you got bored. What’s different now?”

The fact it was getting to him and things were changing beyond his control. When Goku returned home after months away, Goten still looked like the child he first saw after he returned from being dead. Pan was a baby. Now after being away for months, Goten and Pan always looked different when he returned. They were growing up and apart from him. When he returned last time, Goten didn’t want to spar with him. He was into his video game. Pan wanted to train with him but it wasn’t the same.

“What’s going on with you, Chichi?”

He was deflecting. Chichi knew that but gave him what he wanted in hopes Goku will confess his troubles to her.

“I’ve taken on more responsibilities from Dad’s kingdom so you’re lucky you caught me home tonight. Tomorrow, I will be spending a few days at Dad’s kingdom.”

Chichi has been his constant support and the one thing in his life who hasn’t change. She has taken on more responsibilities of her father’s kingdom but when he returned home, she was there. When he needed her, she was there. Goku wanted to be there for Chichi.

“How is your Pops?”

“Better than last month. He’s listening to his doctors to slow down but Dad still thinks he’s that big, formidable Ox he used to be.”

Goku remembered that formidable Ox from his childhood. He was so big and intimidating but Goku didn’t let Gyumao’s size deter him. He’s always been strong. He was always there for Chichi, Gohan, and Goten when he wasn’t. Goku admired Gyumao but even Goku noticed Gyumao lost a step over the years. He’s gotten slimmer and lost a lot of muscle. He couldn’t pick up that massive ax of his. When Goku saw him during the last visit, Goku was taken aback at how much older he looked.

“I never thought your Dad would get old.”

“We all are except you and your Saiyan blood.” Chichi didn’t speak it out of jealousy or anger. It was acceptance. Oh, she worried about aging faster than Goku but Goku always showed her she was the one he will always want. It was also an unexpected ego boost to Chichi to walk with Goku by her side where eyes were envious of her catching a younger-looking man.

That unexpected envy also brought Chichi unexpected attention from younger men. She ignored and rejected their advances. It brought out laughs from Goku when he saw the men, and while Goku knew Chichi could handle them, sometimes he did step in when he felt a guy going too far with his pursuits.

“Dad is getting old and I want to be there for him.”

And Goku wanted to be there for Chichi.  “I’ll come and stay with you.” Goku offered.

Chichi imagined Goku sitting in a meeting with her. Five minutes in and Goku will be spending his chair bored. “The meetings will be boring, Goku.”

“I can visit Aki when you have those meetings and then I can come home to you.” He rested his chin on Chichi’s wet shoulder and hugged her body to his. “I just wanna be where you are, Chichi. I just wanna be home.”

The softness in Goku’s voice caused Chichi to shift in the tub. She saw the sincerity in his eyes, smiled and rested against him. She understood what was troubling him. “Are you done?” Chichi asked hopeful. “I can’t expect you to stay home all day but…...” She knew Goku couldn’t. Not this Goku. The Goku before he learned his past could but not the one who embraced the blood of the Saiyan flowing in him.

Goku knew something will happen in the future to cause his departure. That’s how things seem to be but right now, he wanted to be home. “I just wanna be home with you… Gohan, Goten and Pan. I don’t want to miss any more moments.”

And Chichi wanted that, too. Oh, she didn’t like it when Goku left to train on Beerus’ planet or that short stint he was part of the Galactic Patrol but she knew that’s what Goku wanted and needed. He wouldn’t be happy if forced to stay home all the time when there’s a chance for him to get stronger and be the best warrior he can be. Chichi knew she had to let Goku leave and come home on his terms. As much as she hated to see him leave, Chichi knew Goku’ll always come back to her.

Content, Chichi relaxed in her husband's arms; happy his adventures were over for the foreseeable future; happy Goku wanted to stay home with her and their family. “Welcome home, Goku.”

[goddessofwaifus]

Beerus with a warrior healer s/o?

Ooh this is outside my usual s/o writing but I'll take a shot at this. Sorry if it's bad.

Beerus with a warrior healer s/o

You do a bit of fighting and you can heal. You're a jack of all trades!

Very useful for when any of the Z fighters gets injured in battle and needs back up

At first, you were just a healer on the sidelines with Bulma and the others,but that changed rq after the showdown with Kid Buu.

You wanted to do more than just sit there helpless while everyone around you was either killed or turned into food by the pink menace.

You wanted to fight alongside your allies and help them so you got training to help Goku and the other fighters when they were dropping like flies in combat

You're good at both offense and defense on the battlefield. Good for you being ambidextrous ✨✨

A destroyer threatening your very livelihood? Not on your watch

Your performance definitely peaked the god's interest when he saw how good you were at fighting

You can heal too? *Surprised Pikachu*

How can you fight AND heal??

Were you trained by the Kais?

Are you a Kai disguised as a human?

Nahhh you're just dual wielding 💅✨

He definitely wants to know more

Why do you put yourself in danger by fighting alongside the Z fighters?

Healing is your strong suit and it would be a shame for your team to lose its best healer

Beerus respects you and is impressed by your strength and ability to wield healing and embody a warrior's spirit

He also respects your reason for wanting to also fight to be more helpful but hopes you'll be careful against enemies

What are you doing in his domain? Training to better hone your combat style and defense? Well hopefully you aren't as loud as the saiyans when you train. Not that he would mind ...

Just what other skills do you have on your belt?! You can cook,clean,fight,heal. Maybe with some training from the Supreme Kai, you could even gain the ability to create.

He definitely thinks you're one of the fallen Supreme Kais from the realm of the Kais reincarnated as a human and you will not convince him otherwise

But maybe that's not a bad thing

You've got the potential

You two got pretty close during your training on his planet with Goku and Vegeta

One would say you two were inseparable

He likes watching you train and when Whis gave him the ok to see how much you improved

Sorry Goku, Beerus found a new fighting partner and will not be rematching you anytime soon

Beerus loves to cuddle and hold you after training is over for the day

Oh did i not mention that Beerus has you sleep in his room after training?

Whis was more than happy to make another room for you to sleep in but Beerus insisted you be his new cuddle buddy after he grew restless and found it hard to sleep lately

It definitely helped him a lot

He also loves to watch you cook his meals

Something about watching you work your magic in the kitchen has him purring up a storm and it honestly warms your heart to know he enjoys your company

You're definitely one of the most interesting beings he's ever met and he's not letting you go anytime soon

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super Manga ch. 27-29

“Welp, this tournament of power’s not gonna instigate itself!”

I’ve been impressed with Toyotaro’s leaner, meaner versions of the Universe 6 and Zamasu sagas, so I was hoping he would work the same magic on the build-up to the Tournament of Power.  Unfortunately, I’m a bit disappointed.  I think Episodes 68-96 anime took way too long to get there, but Chapters 27-32 of the manga seem to go too quickly.  I guess that shouldn’t surprise me, as there’s a lot of middle ground between 29 anime episodes and six manga chapters. 

So you know the drill.  I’m going to highlight stuff that the manga did differently, starting with this Beerus/Vegeta rematch that happens right before Goku goes to Beerus’ planet and reminds Zeno of the tournament he promised. 

This always struck me as a plot dangler from the anime, because we see Goku and Vegeta get a lot stronger over the course of DBS, and yet we never find out if they‘ve improved enough to match Beerus.  Sure, Beerus clobbered them both in Battle of Gods, but now they know how to do Super Saiyan Blue.  Well, in this chapter, Beerus scoffs at the idea that the Saiyans will ever be his rivals, and the Oracle Fish insists that it’s true, so he challenges Vegeta to see what progress he’s made.

And the answer is “not enough”, though Vegeta does a lot better than he did the last time he fought Beerus, so there’s no shame in it. 

Of course, this doesn’t take into account Goku’s Super Saiyan Blue Kaio-ken level, but that doesn’t exist in the manga.  Instead we have this “Completed” Super Saiyan Blue form, where Goku learned how to perfect the transformation.  Vegeta reveals he can do the same thing in this chapter, but it’s still not enough. 

We also get this scene in Grand Zenos’ Palace where they discuss the problem of too many universes before Goku arrives.  The Zenos are playing some sort of game involving the universes, and they each note how there’s too many of them, and since the mortals aren’t developing much in most of the universes, there’s little point in observing them all.  So they contemplate erasing eight universes, and that’s when Goku shows up to talk about the tournament.

So we get a bunch of scenes where the gods are summoned to Zeno’s palace for the announcement.  In particular, I’m confused by this one of Sidra and Roh discussing the destruction of a planet.  Unlike Beerus, Sidrah seems to take the job very seriously, and he carefully calculates the pros and cons of his decision before acting. Also, Roh seems very interested in the process.   This would be weird enough, but in the anime, these two are shown to be a lot more craven and opportunistic.  So I’m not sure what to take from this.

At the palace, the Grand Minister asks about the extra guy in the Universe 11 contingent, and Belmod introduces Toppo as his apprentice, as he plans to retire soon.  In the anime, Toppo is introduced as Khai’s bodyguard, and I’m pretty sure the “Candidate God of Destruction” thing will get brought up later, but it’s strange that they didn’t explain it in his debut. 

I guess I’ll talk about it here, since this seems to be the first time it gets brought up.  Beerus and Whis have hinted at the idea of Goku or Vegeta training to take Beerus’ place someday, but the Saiyans don’t seem interested in the job, so it never goes anywhere.  With Toppo, we have confirmation that mortals can be promoted to the rank of Hakaishin, which implies that Belmod and all the other Destroyers were once mortals themselves. 

So the Grand Minister announces the Tournament, but the Zeno from the destroyed timeline doesn’t know what a martial arts match is like, so we get the Zeno Expo.  But in this version, it’s a battle royale of all the Destroyers. 

It starts out as an 11-on-1 fight against Beerus, partly because they blame him for Goku getting them into this mess, and also they’re still sore at him for the trouble he caused long ago.  According to Whis, Zeno held a hide-and-seek tournament, and Beerus fell asleep during it and ruined the whole thing.  The others managed to calm Zeno down, but they’ve resented Beerus for it ever since.

But Beerus does surprisingly well, and soon enough, the other Destroyers begin to turn on one another in an effort to win.

Oh, and here’s this bonus comic where Trunks decides to return to his own timeline, or at least an altered version of it.  This doesn’t make a lot of sense, given how this was Whis’ idea, and Trunks wouldn’t have considered this on his own.

Back to the rumble, a bunch of stuff happens, and it’s hard to keep track of any of it, which is probably by design, since not even the Zenos can follow any of this.

So the Grand Minister calls off the match and disqualifies everyone.  Zeno nearly abandons the Tournament idea altogether, when Goku asks him to give it another chance, since mortal battles won’t be anything like that. 

Fortunately, there’s a mortal in the house who can face off with Goku, and this gives the Zenos a chance to road test some new rules.  No weapons, no killing, and no flying.  Apparently these are all for the sake of making the action more fun for the Zenos to watch.  I don’t get the no-flying thing, but the Tournament of Power was a great time, so I guess the Zenos know what they’re doing.   I mean, you don’t become the Kings of Everything without knowing a thing or two.

Goku transforms, which excites the Zenos, so they want to see all of Goku’s transformations.  He goes to Super Saiyan 2, which is always a treat to see, but the Zenos aren’t thrilled with this one, so Goku has to go to Super Saiyan 3 right away.  Look, Zenos, you may be all powerful, but Super Saiyan 2 Goku kicks ass.  Maybe you’ll understand when you’re older.

Soon enough Goku ramps up to Super Saiyan God, and all the Destroyers are impressed to see him fighting at that level.  Wait, if they’re fighting at the same level, then how is this any easier for the Zenos to follow?

Goku tries to polish Toppo off by turning Super Saiyan Blue, but Toppo takes him to Dick Kick City first, and wins the match by ring-out. 

So yeah, Toppo wins clean.  How about that?

[danieyells]

Seeing how Tohma gives the MC the wildest tasks related to Jin just to get a laugh out of it, it reminds me of Dragon Ball Super, where a character named Whis sent Goku and Vegeta to change Beerus' bedsheets it a 10 minute tense situation where they had to do it without waking him up. Do you have any headcanons on other things he might have asked the MC to do?

Lol I feel like Jin gives the PC more wild tasks than Tohma. Jin's the one who's like "clean my room and my clothes because they got a little dirty" and "give me a massage--no, harder than that" to both Tohma and PC. Then again, Tohma also deliberately ignored Jin's messages and left behind paperwork so Jin would make the PC get it, only to take care of it himself and make the whole process moot. . .okay he might give them some silly pointless tasks just to force them to spend time together and entertain himself with the outcomes.

I think Tohma's goal is more to force Jin to get used to the PC and being used to/relying on other people than his own entertainment--he just happens to be entertained in the process. That being said, Jin almost never leaves his room, so Tohma has to find ways to get them in there without being there himself.

Honestly doing what they ask is part of the PC's job(at least, to some extent,) so he rarely even needs excuses when it comes to tending to Jin. Doesn't need to ask anything unusual either. . .or nothing unusual for him to do for Jin anyway. The PC is one of Jin's servants now--and maybe they could even help him after graduation when he's working at the Institute properly. So best to make sure they're familiar with everything that could possibly be asked of them now. It's a lot of menial tasks, especially early on before he can really trust them.

Tohma's busy making something else for Jin or solving some other problem that's arisen, so take Jin's tea/meal to him. The officials at Darkwick are expecting him, so here's Jin's finished laundry. Oh, none of it is folded? Silly him. Their 'King' will be cross if he doesn't see that it's at least done, so you can fold it in his room. Some of it needs to be hung up too anyway. Off they go.

Sometimes he really is busy--Jin isn't his only priority after all, between official Darkwick business and the spy situation and his mysterious health problems--so he just asks the PC to fill in for him for the day once he trusts them enough. Plus Jin sends him on missions--someone has to check on the guy while he's gone.

There's a party in the Frostheim ballroom--Jin even agreed to attend! Tohma has to host however, so do him a favor and help Jin get ready. Oh, they got there and Jin said he never agreed to attend a party. . .what a silly mistake. Well, keep him company while Tohma handles the party, alright?

Oh and god forbid the pc have any interest in classical music. Tohma canonically can't tell which musician is which so if pc knows then that is 100% their problem! If they don't though maybe they'll be able to figure it out better than Tohma can. . .so he'll have them periodically come in and listen to Jin explain which one is which so he can ask them to take care of the music for him instead. Because he can't get these names straight.

Of course after catching a sickly Jin lying with his head in their lap he has a new assortment of tasks for them. The Captain seems lonely, so why don't you stop by? Don't mind too much if he scolds you, if he let you in that means he wanted you there. Will you take care of the flowers on the balcony for me? Jin only begrudgingly allows me to do so, I think you would be more befitting of handling something so precious to him. He seems to respond well to you, so will you go wake him up? He actually has something to do today for once.

Of course it'll be a while before he trusts them for real, so it's a good while before they get any interesting demands I'd say. The most interesting demands come from Jin himself. Tohma's commands are mostly just training and to get them in the door I'd say lmao.

I'M SORRY I CAN'T REALLY COME UP WITH A GOOD ANSWER TO THIS. I FEEL LIKE TOHMA DOESN'T GIVE TOO MANY ABNORMAL COMMANDS. He's about practical instruction--something like 'fold everything and put it in the drawer you have 15 seconds' is unreasonable and if anyone would have unreasonable demands I think it's Jin. Or Taiga. Like "i'm gonna take a nap in my bed, i want you to change my sheets before i wake up" is absolutely a jin command lmao HE WOULDN'T BE SERIOUS ABOUT IT. But i can absolutely see him saying that lol.

[awesomesauce2929]

I know Cus is the oldest, and I saw somewhere that Whis and Vados are relatively younger than the other siblings (maybe Merus became the youngest in that group after his appearance).

How much older do you think Cus is? And what could be the age range/difference of the rest of the angels

I will split this ask into birth order, then age differences/range.

My thoughts and ramblings about this subject:

I will introduce what we know so far about this universe and how it would aid us a bit in thinking of the ages of the angels.

The Earth itself is 4.54 billion years old.

Universe 7 is approximately around 26.7 billion years.

1000 millions = 1 billion, so anyone is over 1000 million years is counted as a billion.

There are two questions to ask and to think.

Are some of the angels older than the Universes themselves?

Or are some of the angels may be younger than the Universes but older than a planet like Earth?

Unfortunately, what I can give you are some assumptions and guesses due to lack of information provided on this subject.

What we know so far, yes Cus is the oldest, Korn in the manga is confirmed to be older than Whis, Vados is older than Whis but it does not tell us if Korn is older or younger than Vados and vice versa. Merus is the youngest angel who appeared in DB universe. And yeah, that's it. I like to see the source on Whis and Vados being relatively younger because I haven't seen it myself but I can agree they are young than some of their siblings but how much younger is debatable.

Using the incident when Old Kai was trapped in the Z sword hehe, and Chronoa becoming Supreme Kai of Time over 75 million years ago, I am sure the Angels are older than 75 million years, with an exception of Merus, as I headcanon him to be around 75 million years, being born in the most dramatic time in Universe 7 hehe. That would make him younger than Beerus and Champa (which make it interesting) as Beerus and Champa are more than 75 million years old.

Do I think any of the angels are in the billions of years rather in the millions of years? Yes, I think Cus, Martinu, Mojito and Awamo are in the billions of years old. I like to think there was less angels in proportion wise in the billions of years than in the millions of years, in simple terms, there are more angels who are in the millions of years than in the billions. This is very likely due to the universes were in the development stage and the Grand Minister seeing it all happening before he can test the universes himself then send his angels kids in. 

I am currently imagining little Cus, Martinu, Mojito and bebe Awamo watching the planets formation with their father, Grand Minister. I find it a bit endearing.

(a small note: I assume there are other angels born as well, not just the 13 db canonically angels so it's not just 13 angels there haha) 

The Birth Order:

(I decided not to use the appearances of the angels to assume the birth order because appearances are deceiving and can be changed). Also based on vibes (just kidding mostly)

Cus (confirmed to be the oldest/eldest),

Martinu

Mojito

Awamo

Cognac

Vados

Korn

Whis

Cukatail

Campari

Marcarita

Sour

Merus (confirmed to be the youngest of all of the 13 angels, who appeared in the DB universe, but not necessarily the youngest of the angels in general as there can be younger angels in training).

Age difference/range:

Cus  - 7.2 billion years old

Martinu - 5.6 billion years old

Mojito -   5.1 billion years old

Awamo - 4.6 billion years old

Cognac - 860 million years old

Vados - 748 million years old

Korn -  710 million years old

Whis - 635 million years old

Cukatail-  584 million years old

Campari -  487 million years old

Marcarita - 429 million years old

Sour - 395 million years old

Merus - 75 million years old

That is my headcanon for the Angels ages. If you have your own angels age headcanons, I like to hear it. This is an interesting subject and thank you for the ask, anon.

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud Across the Multiverse: Blue Space Milf

Krillin hadn’t known what to expect when Beerus told him he was setting him up with an instructor to help him better understand and utilise what the God of Destruction called the Non State. It wasn’t like he could argue with or debate a guy who could destroy a whole universe on a whim but Something told him Bulma,21 and his wife had been giving the feline deity and Whis some ideas as he found himself on a planet known as Thessia, home to the all female species known as the Asari. A stunning,exotic breed of blue skinned alien women who were capable of sexually reproducing with not only each other but men and women of other sapient species. Apparently it was said they were naturally born and gifted with the power of being Biotics, and much of what he’d learned in his martial arts training would make him suitable to the philosophy and nature of it in better harnessing the Non State of mind. Now he wasn’t complaining, Thessia was an amazing world,the views were grand the Asari were quite lovely as they were easy on the eyes. But the issue for him at the moment was simple, given his current physical state and that of his chosen instructor. Justicar Samara, mother of 3, a long lived warrior and agent of justice among her people, a veteran in combat and wise in her ways with her biotic powers. Seemingly stoic and cool to the point of coming off as a logical,cold ice queen, she was a firm but fair woman as he found himself at her personal residence. The scenery and lighting giving a sensual vibe that he tried to look at rather than her. Why Yiu. Ishtar ask is simple because You see…

Krillin:*nervous,blushjng as he rubbe the back of his head as he stood in the nude*”uhm ma’am are You really sure we need to be like this for your training?”*doing his best not to golfs,but who could blame him? As Samara herself was also naked as the day she was born. The blue milf seemingly unbothered by her state of physical nudity. Performing casual yoga stretches a she didn’t covered her juicy tits,her bubbly butt or any part of her from hesd to toe,giving him more than generous views of her toned,mature form. Her azure slit alluring,calling him like a siren song. It was small wonder he couldn’t keep down and cover his raging hard,stiff hard-on*

Samara:*hummed softly,silent gasps and moans escaping her lucious indigo lips as she eased from a downward dog,her blue booty jiggling as he bidy moved to a prone bone position,resting her head on her hands,elbows propers while she crossed and flexed her lucious legs. Her calm,composed gaze locked on the compact Terran whose presence she graced as she found herself with the task of being a guide and instructor. Not seeming off out by either of them being naked,her blue bombshell skin glistening in the cool air of her meditation room,or the exposed length and girth of his raging hard cock.*”I’m not one for lies and deceit mr.Krillin. Nor am I one for mean spirited pranks. So I can assure you that this is indeed necessary. It is In this state,You and I can better connect on the spiritual plane. The closer we are in physical intimacy,the better my biotic abilities can help You be the best version of you….l* sh said so after of fact. Krillin didn’t see any reason to doubt her word,blushjng as the Justicar shifted to a sitting position,unbothered by how much she exposed herself before him. She simply patted the seat beside herself signalling for him to join her. Not wanting to keep her waiting, he did just that,as the shortstack human and the milf Asari milf turned to face one another.*”now then,assume this postion and close your eyes…”

As soon as she finished speaking that,she shifted and adjusted her position into a meditation pose. Legs crossed,hands on her knees as she closed her eyes. Krillin did likewise as he felt his bush fade,tuning out the outside world Thessia. All there was was the chimes of nature,the cool air on their naked skin and the sounds of her cool,sensual voice. The short king hearing his own breathing snd heartbeat and not eben bothered by his erection out in the open. Stiff and standing to attention like a flagpole, his length and girth twitching as it’s pulse surges. The Justicar cracking an eye open to take in the sight if her naked protege,a small smirk on her lips as she reached out and took his hands in hers. Fingers softly clasping his wrists,his on hers. Closing her eyes once more as she softly hummed and began to speak to him. Instructing And guiding him to a tranquil state of mind. Seeing pure white ki energy begin to radiate off his body, her own aura flaring like a soft blue flame before they poured snd mingled over one another. A wave of indigo fire engulfing them with a radiant glow as within the Astral plane of their minds, Krillin began to hear her speak to him,filling the void around them.

Samara:”That’s it,empty your mind. Fill your heart with serenity and tranquility. Inhale,exhale, there is nothing but you and me..”*as he mentally followed the Justicar’s words,he found the mentalmvoid becoming a sea of of stars. The galaxy forming around them, their own forms like cosmic ghosts of pure energy, flicking like the candles of a flame as they faced one another amidst a sea of stars and milky ways. Naked as they were in the material world, the Asari milf shifting her hands to clasp his,fingers locked with his. Her astral bidy smilin softly and sensually,a contrast to the cool as ice facade she normally projected.*”Reach out to me. Feel me,embrace me. Be within me. My pulse,my heart,my self is before you….”*Krillin feeling in awe,his astral self unable to look away from this blue space angel. Was she coming onto him? Thst couldn’t be right, from what he’d been told the Justicar lived and operated under a strict code. Which included being forbidden from pursuing romantic relationships. As If reading his mind,or rather hearing them out, she spoke once again.*”Indeed,my code forbids love….but not from sex. And pleasure for its own sake doesn’t violate my code.”

As soon as she said that, her astral and phsyical bodies at the same time moved,pressing her lips to his. Catching him off guard with such a surprise assault, the compact gentleman didn’t find himself resisting or ousting her away. Her biotic energies feeding him her subliminal desire. Her thirst,her passion, her desire to become sexually acquainted and intimate him. Before the former monk knew it,he was deepening the kiss between them. Their tongues meshing together as they explored one another’s mouths,physical and astral form alike. Their hands in the material plane unclamping as they began to caress one another’s bodies, Krillin feeling so firm yet soft the curvy,toned form of the Asari milf felt. Her sky blue skin seeming scaly yet not unlike the silliness of a human woman, her bubbly blue booth and her stunning rack feeling amazing to the touch. Coaxing deepthroated moans from the surprisingly erotic Justicar as as she indicating she was enjoying his direct intimacy. A sultry grin on her face as she caressed and felt his muscles. Such power in one so small but how wet her azure slit was as her hands came to grope his loins. The length and girth of his cock, standing so stiff and erect. Pulsing with the potent desire to become sexually entwined with her, the weight of his smooth, heavy balls, loaded with the rich life giving cream esger to be despotied into her her womb’s warm embrace. While on the astral plane,their spiritual bodies became entwined within the lava lamp Aurora of energy around as they made out, Samara expressing the raw passion and desire within her heart and mind. Showing that in return for aiding the human in better reaching the ideal state of mind,they would make love in mind, heart,body and soul. Taking the ancient art and dance of man and woman to heights and levels never thought possible or imaginable.

Samara:*her astral form continuing to make out with his,her physical body caressing and stroking his cock,gasping as his hands groomed her and probed her azure as her mind broadcasted her thoughts to him.*”Yes, just like this. We are as one. Your passion is honest,it’s invigorating. I’ve not felt such desire since my days as a maiden. Come with me,my little man. Embrace eternity with me…”*as she said all this,their phsyical bodies rolled around,now in the soft carpet floor of her meditation chambers. Making out with with thirst and passion as they soon found themselves performing a 69 position. Krillin massaging and squeezing her meaty blue asscheeks as he rimmed her and ate out her azure. The taste of her pussy intoxicating,the nectar dazzling his tongue as she conducted stunning fellation upon his cock. Her millennia up in centuries of experience allowing her to deepthroat him off the bat as her lips kissed his balls. Licking,sucking and blowing upon his length and girth as it became lathered and lubed with her saliva, often using her hands to stroke his shaft and massage his heavy babymakers with firm squeezes. Her eyes flowing with biotic energy and the tint of lust,as their auras around their bodies became a soft fire of lust and passion. Their astral bodies a constant shift of erotic dancing, one moment her sitting on his shoulders as he ate her out, to being fingered by him as she sucked him off. Both becoming lost in their own pornographic little world.*

Far across the galaxy and through out the universe, on earth and wherever else, the energy of the lair as they “embraced eternity” flowed through like a silent transmission wave. 18 sleeping soundly in her bed,a sensual grin on her face as she dreamt of this encounter vividly like she was right there. Hands moving to touch herself all over as she enjoyed this lucid dream with voyeuristic delight. She wasn’t the only one of course as many a woman who’d been intimately and sexually acquainted with Krillin in some way, as they slept or meditated found their dreams filled with the visions of their resident little sex machine enjoying his latest erotic liaison. From Caulifla and Kale as they enjoyed a soak in a hot spring together, to Android 21 as she napped at her workshop. The intensity snd vividness of the psychic vision increasing the more erotic the short king trot with the MILF Justicar. Especially once their orgasms began to hit their very beings, Samara’s meditation chamber radiating with the flow of their passion, and the walls and ceiling echoed with the sounds of skin slapping skin and the deep,lusty moans of the stunning Asari. As soon as she’d tasted his essence in her tongue and felt it’s sticky warmth on her tits and her face, she had wasted no time in wanting to take their coupling further, to say the very least.

Samara:”Aahn,yes! Amazing, just like that…so deep and powerful..” *The justicar panted and moaned as she bounced and rode on Krillin’s pistoning cock. The Asari and Earth man in a seated lotus position,her legs around his waist,arms draped around his shoulders,their eyes locked on one another. Her blue tire rubbing against his pecs,her blue booty jiggling as he grasped and squeezed it. Their astral forms a whirlwind of tangled limbs,an aura tornado making clones of them performing the ancient dance of man and woman,an Aurora tidal whirlpool of horizontal mambos and vertical tangos. It was as surreal as it was sexual to behold, if you looked close enough you could catch glimpses of absolute eroticism.*

Krillin:”Ms.Samara…you’re so tight….”*thencimoact adonis mumbled as he grunted and groaned. Holding the Justicar’s hips as she rode him cowgirl style,her blue tires bouncing and her boot jiggling as those big heavy balls smacked her netherlips outer rim. Juices splashing along with excess jizz leaking out from their connection. Their astral bodies going kinkier and further in lewdness as it seemed like the Aurora whirlwind had become an orgy of clones of themselves. One astral samara getting spit roasted,taking it doggystyle as another astral Krillin facefucked her, to another astral copy of the milf sitting in his face as two more of her performed a double team fellatio on his cock. Another being held in the air as two Krillin sandwiched her,fucking her uo her azure and blue booty. The earth man and justicar simultaneously feeling every moment of it.*

Samara:”Aahn amazing,you’ve come six times and haven’t pulled out once….”*The Justicar sensualltmlraised,moaning deeply as Krillin took her doggystyle,before she laid flat on the floor,quivering as he took her prone bone style. His powerful pelvis smacking her blue booy as it jiggled with every impact. Giggling as the monk expressed his awe once more,clearly he hadn’t expected a mother of 3 could still feel so tight. Her inner vaginal muscles smothering his shaft in its warm embrace. Massaging and kissing his length and girth as her nectar drowned it as it was soaking his balls and his hips. Purring as she found him kissing along her neck and shoulders before locking lips with him once more as their astral,plane orgy continued to skyrocket in all its debauchery and glory.*

There was no way to tell how much time had been passing Since they began this session and quite frankly Krillin didn’t give a damn. Embracing eternity with Samara was unreal,the Asari milf seemingly fuelled by his desire and his passion. Holding him close,as they became intoxicated with one another,smearing the floors,the walls,the window with their sweat and juices as they equal parts made love and blindly fucked like wild animals. Their contrasting complexions glistening with a sheen of perspiration and the stickiness of their juices as their astral mental plains was a frantic psychic orgy. The Z fighter understanding thst they were harnessing and building up Tantric energy,as the veteran justicar used her biotic powers to guide and bring her lusty protege to new heights of spiritual power. Alright so maybe getting a baby out of him was a small persomal bonus too but with how amazing a lover he was, why wouldn’t it be such a natural result? As she had her arms and legs around the short king,gasping and moaning as he performed a standing fuck,making her bounce and ride on his jackhammering cock. His heavy swaying balls smacking her jiggling booty as they threw their heads back to howl ire orgasmic rapture. Their auras flaring like a supernova as did their astral bodies,the orgy twister scattering like dandelions in the wind as their psychic ghosts held each other in the same embrace. All the women in Krillin’s sex life, 18 especially, cumming with them,the intensity such it woke some of them up to find them playing with themselves or soaked with sweat. While with the earth man and his justicar spiritual guide came down from their orgasmic high to feel the afterglow. The shortstack stud falling back on the couch,feeling the aura and mindset of the non state kick in, as he eyed the panting milf who continued to hold him,their loins still connected.

Samara:*as she dsughter her breath,looked at him with a sensual smile,caressing his face.*”Mm,well done,my little man..now we can truly begin your training….if you’re ready to continue of course. Shall we embrace eternity together once more?”* the Asari milf purred and giggled as her sexual stallion looked at her,nodding with absolute determination as she felt his cock twitch and pulse inside her azure. Kissing him sensually and softly,as as their lions began to move together once more. Slow and steady at first as they prepared for the next round.*

Outside of Samara’smchambers of course,a small group of Asari peeped and looked through the opening of the door. In absolute awe of the embrace of eternity they were witnessing first hand,wondering if the lair might welcome a extra set of bodies or if they’d ere any men out there,especially on earth thst were of Krillin’s level and standard. Some of them even began making out with each other,as in the days,week to months to come since Krillin’s spiritual training with Samara begun, Thessia and the Asari species as a whole throughout the galaxy woild experience a major population boom. The matriarchs of the Asari would rightfully call this event the Krillin Effect…..

[alicemichelle297]

The legendary super mangaka. Rest in power, Akira Toriyama 鳥山 明

When I draw something, the incredibly annoying thing is that it doesn't come out like I pictured.

I grew up in the early 2000s watching Toonami like the rest of my generation. I still vividly remember watching Goku transform into Super Saiyan 3 for the first time– "This is to go even further beyond!"– sitting on the floor in my mother's living room with my grandpa sleeping in a recliner behind me.

I wasn't a super fan of DBZ but I was keeping up with the show because it was the talk of the playground back then. It's no exaggeration that every boy my age tried to go super saiyan and fire a kamehameha during recess at least once.

Over the years, my brother and I have bonded over multiple Dragon Ball video games. After he moved two states away, we started playing Dragon Ball FighterZ online every week while talking on Discord to catch up and spend some time together like the old days.

To me, Akira Toriyama's works are more than just mindless entertainment. He was an inspiration to the entire anime industry and his legacy has spread beyond anime, beyond Japan, beyond eastern culture.

"Goku Y Superman" by salvamakoto on DeviantArt

Goku has become a folk hero figure in the same vein as Superman, Sherlock Holmes, and Robin Hood. He represents hope, perseverance and kindheartedness.

Toriyama's pen is responsible for so many moments that give me chills when I watch them again and again. When Goku declares "I will not let you destroy my world!" in his fight against Beerus, I grin from ear to ear with the reassurance that nothing will stop this hero.

It takes a master storyteller to create an unfailing hero who still struggles to reach the strength he needs to fulfill that promise. Every episode of Dragon Ball Z I watch, I know for certain that Goku will succeed and yet I'm still able to believe that he needs to train and push himself to do it. It's never a foregone conclusion.

Yesterday I rewatched the episode where Goku achieves Ultra Instinct against Jiren and Whis' narration explains he has "given it all to the fire and let it burn". I wept knowing Toriyama envisioned this display of zen almost peaceful mastery of martial arts. I can't imagine anything more beautiful than an ability to fight without the cloud of thoughts, often with his eyes closed and moving on pure impulse.

Dragon Ball will go on, of course. The publisher and animation studio will continue to make new content for the fans and the profits, but this is the end of the series having an author. A man with an ethos and vision for his own characters. The future is uncertain for the thing he has nurtured for so very long.

I was overwhelmed when I read the news of Mr. Toriyama's passing. It was the very first thing on my Instagram feed that morning and I couldn't stop thinking about it for the rest of the day. I read his age, 68, and thought how he was younger than my dad– how could he be gone?

Not only was he the creator of one of my favorite franchises of all time, and the creator of other franchises that are near and dear to other people's hearts like Chrono Trigger and Dragon Quest; he was also a talented artist, a fellow author, and a beautifully modest man.

I'd want to be born once more as myself, but more talented.

Rest in power, Akira Toriyama. You will be imitated and emulated but you will never be forgotten or replaced.

[l-kita-san-l]

So I know some people ship Beerus and whis and that’s fine but I can’t help but feel Whis actually hates Beerus. Like in that one scene where Beerus was eating ramen before the tournament with his brother, Beerus asked whis if he only brought Vegeta and Goku to train at beerus’s world because whis wanted to get them stronger to fight Beerus.

After Beerus asked that whis gave him kind of a smug look like he was going to replace Beerus and we already know that whis was only going to train Vegeta if he agreed to be a god of destruction one day, but Vegeta showed his instant ramen and whis agreed to train him because of that. Then whis came to earth and Goku asked him to train him and whis said it was about the right time and when bulma asked what he meant he kinda just gaslighted her.

I kinda feel like the angels are evil, but the creators of dragon ball super haven’t revealed it or they don’t plan to or it’s not true and I’m just being delusional.

Does any of this make sense, I don’t really know if it does I think being sick is messing with my head.😷

[fandom-trash-xl]

The potential comedy in reviving Dragon Ball GT following the after-effects of Dragon Ball Super: The Black Star Dragon Ball Saga

Preface Notes: See my thoughts on nerfing Super's power escalation before the End of Z here. Ideas here follow the DBS anime's canon rather than the manga's.

I know that Dragon Ball GT is a point of mixed feelings for many a Dragon Ball fan and, while it clashes with the modern content that succeeded it, it was honestly just a fun and silly little time at points. Sure we talk about Super Saiyan 4 more than we do the series that spawned it, but GT isn't half bad.

I bounced around the idea of Dragon Ball GT possibly carrying on, but then there's the little quirks to canon that Super made that change things. Of course, we can very reasonably nerf the Saiyans back to the numbered Super Saiyans and that would consequently cut Beerus and Whis out of the picture, but there is one character in the cast that Super squeezed in...

A resurrected Frieza.

Okay, brief recap for those uninitiated: The Pilaf Gang (who would, with Super in play, be looking close to their adult selves again rather than GT's old, feeble, and sunspotted) sneaks onto the Lookout to find the secret Black Star Dragon Balls that reactivated once Piccolo and Kami became one again. Goku walks in on them after his training with Uub once they summon Ultimate Shenron, and Pilaf's poor wording leads to him accidentally wasting the wish on turning Goku back into a child. The Black Star Dragon Balls scatter across the galaxy and, if they are not regathered in a year, the Earth will be destroyed. The crew is meant to be comprised of Goku, Goten, and Trunks, but Goten misses take-off when he takes a phone call from his girlfriend and Pan sneaks aboard and preemptively hits the launch button.

With the journey through space to collect the scattered Dragon Balls, they're bound to eventually cross Frieza's neck of the galaxy. The emperor notices an unauthorized and unidentified spaceship, the Dragon Crew's, in his orbit so he tractor beams them in for interrogation.

"You'd better have a good explanation..."

"Hey Frieza!"

He recognizes that voice over the intercom- a bit more pre-pubescent-sounding than he recalls... He switches on video coms and sees the cam of the inside crew, noticing:

Goku, oddly small, but still, Goku

A purple-haired gentleman with a strong resemblance to the Super Saiyan that killed him

A NEW ONE that he already has a gut feeling he's not going to like AT ALL (and he is correct)

He sighs, grumbling as he rubs at the bridge of his nose. "Oh sweet cripes no..."

Against his better judgement, Frieza allows them aboard, to explain things more than anything else. At this point, the emperor and the Z Team are on iffy terms, a pinch of alliance rather than pure hatred (Vegeta's exempt from this) but not best buddies either. Goku, knowing that Frieza knows the cosmos the best out of all of them, tries to convince the lizard for some space favors and lend them a hand, but honestly he could care less.

"I am not your space GPS..."

Begrudgingly, he agrees to assist, but to keep it a challenging plotline, it's never when he's actually needed or comes with a caveat.

"If it'll help you that much... I can give you the security clearance code to get through that gate." (Cue the Dragon Crew getting absolutely demolished) "Ah, one little tidbit I forgot to mention, I didn't exactly tell them you were coming so you'll still be labelled as an intruder. My bad~!"

He'll just be sipping his wine a few stars away while they deal with Rilldo- we have to retain power scaling somehow. On the basis that we nerfed Goku and Vegeta before we got to GT, the villains would be more on par with this lowered level, but we can't exactly nerf Frieza, who is already decently powerful in base Final Form and is likely not giving up Golden either. So, Frieza can't step into any of these fights- not that he'd care, it's none of his concern and this doesn't affect him at all.

Bonus concept but there is an opening for potential Kuriza in this scenario! I mean, we have Pan and Bulla in this part of the series, why not round out the trio? My "The Small and the Shiny" one-shot wouldn't be canon to this, so this would end up being Pan and Kuriza's first encounter.

As Goku and Frieza make discussion, shy Kuriza (Frieza not even addressing him without prompting) attempts to slink away unnoticed until he accidentally locks eyes with Pan. She gives him a little wave and the little lizard silently panics.

BONUS GAGS:

Frieza's height complex

Frieza takes a silent pride in being the tallest one in the room- at least until Trunks stands up at full extension. He'll at least take the fact that he now towers over Goku height-wise. In fact, he might as well also take the fact that Kuriza is taller than Goku now... albeit only by a few centimeters but it counts!

Frieza becoming the ultimate cutaway gag

Frieza makes appearances as tiny cutaway gags, especially in intense fights where he could be helping but he's not because a.) plot-convenient power scaling retention and b.) he just can't be bothered to care or even notice.

Goku: (being absolutely curb stomped) Man, he's strong! I wish Frieza was here, he'd be a real big help right about now! (Cut to Frieza's ship where he's just trying to enjoy dinner with wine) Frieza: (sneezes) Kuriza: Something wrong, Papa? Frieza: Oh, it's nothing, Kuri. I just thought I heard someone calling my name. Kuriza: I didn't hear anything... Frieza: Ah, very well. I suppose it wouldn't be that important regardless~ (Cut back to the carnage)