#conton city

[muses-of-the-memory]

I then make it to the Clock Tower in Conton City, and I find NiGHTS wearing a Persona Mask, but was knocked out and in chains. “Time to pick these locks.” I said summoning my own Keyblade and I undid the locks on NiGHTS’ legs and hands, as they fall. “NiGHTS!”

NiGHTS then begins to recover and gained consciousness. “It’s okay... Don’t worry about me. Thanks, you two...” They said to me and Zizzi. “We got company!” I shouted seeing Reala in front of us. “And just what do you think you’re sneaking around here, NiGHTS?” Reala asked crossing his arms. “Reala? We don’t time to face Wizeman’s cowardly right-hand right now!” I shouted.

“Coward? Moi?” Reala asked. “Your “friend” can’t do without borrowing power from Visitors.” He stated pointing at NiGHTS who glares at Reala. “At least I’m not a puppet. A puppet for Wizeman, like YOU!” NiGHTS shouted tossing away their Persona Mask. “WHAT?!” Reala growled.

Zizzi was feeling incredibly tired today as she had been hit with a sudden feeling of being sleepy but not wanting to sleep. She was completely out of it as she was curled up on her couch. She would pressed her ear piece to let Trunks know. "Hey... I'm just not...zzz." she had fallen asleep for a second before she snapped awake. "UP to come in for missions." She quickly said to him.

"Huh?" Xeno Trunks spoke as he heard Zizzi sleeping in his earpiece communicating with him.

"Are you sure you're okay, Zizzi? You didn't get hit by a Sleep attack, did you?" Trunks asked. "We said for you to get some rest."

[eros-sinclair]

Ah sorry everyone I have regressed back into being a Cell Simp 😔

Looks like Mentor training is going well for Ganache though…

[xangoshin]

Hair Care [Xan x Zizzi]

@bluemajingirl asked:

"Hey, do you mind if I brush your hair for a little bit?"

“Hm?” Xan was going over his usually morning routine in front of the mirror until he heard Zizzi’s offer, that was nice of her. “No, I would not mind. Actually, you can style my hair for today if you wish.”

He felt more spontaneous today, a contrast to how he was when he first met Zizzi, stuck on tradition on how things should be. But his time with her, especially after living in Conton City for some time, he wanted to also make himself unique among the other Supreme Kai variations. Then again, having a blue Majin as a God of Destruction counterpart already did make them stand out.

[dayplays]

Blinks. Adjusts glasses.

"... what do you mean it's almost October???"

[saiyanprincesstrunks]

“Every time I visit the past, there’s always some more forgotten Earth culture things that Mom never taught me! Did you know that they looked up at the stars, chose twelve constellations, and made twelve classifications for people based off of those constellations and the time of year they were born? And here I thought they only looked at the night sky for space travel!”

[xangoshin]

// Future Son Zen [Xan/Zizzi] - Part 18 [FIN]

They have come such a long way being paired up as replacement Supreme Kai and God of Destruction for their predecessors, and even expanded their duty and influence to Conton City. Universe 7 may seemed doomed because of Majin Buu, but thanks to their help, Earth did bounce back, becoming more lively than before. By extension the whole universe too, as their mortal levels rose since they were brought into power.

As Xan continued to nap peacefully, he hoped he did Shin proud, he was still an apprentice Supreme Kai the last time they met. Seeing variations of Shin while navigating through the Time Patrol was hard, but he knew deep down, Xan did not exist anywhere else, and he was fine with that.

She nodded her head gently as she kept rubbing his hair more while she leaned against him. She did love him a lot as she had grown to know a lot about him.

She could say that they have been doing a great job at keeping order in the alternate universe. It was strange to see the difference compared to the other timeline.

She would soon noticed that he fell asleep as she giggled a little bit. She would keep rubbing his head as she leaned close to him as she yawned a little bit.

[rykundsz-art]

OC Posting!

My Kaioshin OC (I guess now you could say glind) - Ekidu. They don't have a specific occupation yet; but have been sent to assist under Chronoa's tutorship at Conton City to learn more. They're of very curious nature and will question everything.

They have a power unleashed state but aren't allowed to use it yet, it's reserved for when they're properly promoted.

[5tt3llar]

Today in Conton City…

Nopatzu belongs to me while Fridged belongs to @airplaneear2

To explain Nopatzu’s lore a bit:

She’s a prev Mid Class U7 warrior that accidentally followed through a Time Patroller’s portal back to Conton City, saw too much, and was basically roped into being a time patroller

Nopatzu used to work under King Cold and a bit under Frieza as well. Hence why the “can I REALLY trust you?” air towards other of the Frieza Race/Icejins

Xeno Vegeta got assigned Nopatzu to essentially “civilize” her into the new conditions. Since he used to know the “old way” of saiyans, and he himself had to change away from that exact nature. He also trained her to increase her power since she had gone from one of stronger ones, to the weaker ones. Which did take a toll, and still bothers hers and eats away at her consciousness

She’s been a time patroller for a rather short time, only 6 months. Still mainly trains user Xeno Vegeta as she understands/relates to him the most. As well admires him the most (similiar to how Cabba, but in a more subtle way. In front of him she doesn’t show SQUAT tries to play cool and doesn’t want to let anyone know)

She can only go SSJ, which is still unmastered. Can also go to SSJ4 and is more mastered than SSJ due to her being an expert with the Oozaru/great ape transformation. She can only access SSJ4 via a special Senzu though

THE SPECIAL SENZU: Instead of healing and restoring stamina, essentially works like assisted rope rock climbing. Sometimes they may nudge you to get through a part you alone couldn’t otherwise, but it’s also your own doing to find a grip and stay there after the nudge

Nopatzu is also sent to aid Z-Broly missions quite often (her first mission was also a Z-Broly mission) due to her having a power level low enough to not rile up Z-Broly to become more powerful, and make it a bigger of an issue for the other Z-fighters to deal with. And resilient enough to survive the brutal beating. Essentially she is a meat shield and power battery to help the other Z-fighters win—

She absolute despises the hell outta Z-Broly, and is also traumatized to an extent 😭

[friezaglasiencold]

Something I've been curious about, Lord Frieza-

I know you have your little side gig as an instructor for the Time Patrol, but I'm wondering how you even get into Conton City? I mean, not just the selection process for the job but how do you access it/travel there once you have the position?

Interdimensional travel is generally done via scroll. I keep it in my desk; all I need do is unroll it, give it a little tap, and off I go.

[celeronandco]

It wasn't hard to notice the melancholy that Bragi was experiencing so he sought to try and at least comfort the small Kai. While he wasn't familiar with the usual tone that Frosbyte used it in, he hoped the smile he gave him was a hopeful one.

"I'm sure that you'll see those places again. You have plenty of time being a Kai yourself and with me being apart of the time patrol, I will be around for a long time yet. Usually the members resume aging once they officially retire from the patrol, or in special cases when they wish to start families."

"My job is primarily fighting, so any way I can become better at it means that I can be better at my job. Plus, I get to see a vast amount of places in history, learning about different cultures by proxy. I'm also able to take snapshots of landscapes and paint that later when I have time."

He didn't know why but talking to Bragi about painting was almost cathartic for him. He knew he was pointed in Bragi's direction about learning things but he never expected to be helped in this manner. It was a nice change of pace.

[xangoshin]

May Day 2024 [Xan x Zizzi]

xangoshin 💐 // for May Day

@bluemajingirl answered:

"Did you get these for me?" Zizzi was surprised by the flower basket before she quickly hugged Xan. "These are so lovely Xan! What kind of flowers are in this?" She asked him as she was looking over the basket.

“Yes, it’s for May Day,” Xan replied, happy at the hug given. He had extensively studied the history of their universe, especially the cultures on Earth, to gift thoughtful things like this on special days.

“I got you a range of flowers to express my feelings through them,” he explained as he gestured to each. “So a red chrysanthemum, daisy, forget-me-not, iris, orchid, yellow poppy, pink rose, yellow tulip, and white zinnia.”

[akaridream]

glancing blows (raditz x reader)

tags: raditz x reader, raditz x Saiyan! reader, raditz x Time Patroller! reader

warnings: MDNI explicit sexual content, smutty goodness, all the bad words, afab reader

When Raditz saw a red band hiked high up your left thigh, he was grateful. Grateful that the Supreme Kai allowed him to become an instructor in Conton City, grateful that you had taken up his training session, grateful that you were a fellow Saiyan. But he was most grateful for the fact that male Saiyan armor had a plate over the crotch. Without it, there would be no way to hide his aching boner.

Raditz swelled with pride at the sight of you wearing classic armor just like his. But the fact that you had copied the band he wore on his leg too? Devastatingly sexy.

“Like it?” you asked with a glint in your eye as you crested the hill, your preferred training ground outside the busy city.

Raditz smirked. “Suits you well,” he said, snapping the band against your muscular leg. “And it shows exactly who you belong to.”

You swished your tail and stretched the matching band against his taut bicep.

“It shows which new instructor belongs to me,” you purred with salacious eye contact. “I am your first student, right? Better make this training session worth my while, pretty boy.”

It had been like this since Raditz’s arrival to Conton City. The Supreme Kai of Time thought a high-level Saiyan Time Patroller would be perfect to show him around and whip him into an effective instructor. Had she known your chemistry was this good, she might have chosen differently. You couldn’t stop making bedroom eyes at each other.

“Oh, I’ll show you what I’ve got, my little Saiyan princess. And you’ll see I am anything but a boy,” he said, his gruff, gravelly voice making you tingle.

You chuckled. “Is that right? I guess we’ll see then.”

As you stepped away to warm up, Raditz followed close behind, stalking you like prey. “How about we start with a little grappling match? I’ll pin you before you can count to three.”

You turned to him as you stretched. “You might be surprised. I can hold my own against any man here. I’ll top you before you know what’s hit you.”

His eyes raked over you hungrily. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To top me?”

You bit your lip and raised an eyebrow at him. “Of course. But I wouldn’t mind letting you win at least once.”

It took great effort for Raditz to refrain from shoving you to the ground and having his way with you then and there. The way you spoke, how your tail mesmerized him, your plush lips and dark eyes… You were perfection. How long could he stay focused before he gave in to temptation? Your soft touch on his arm already had him pining for you. His filthy mind was imagining your voice desperately moaning his name, piecing together a mental picture of you writhing beneath him. Or on top of him, he really didn’t care which.

You held a hair tie between your teeth as you gathered up your long hair. Raditz salivated at the sight of your parted lips, his predatory gaze never leaving you. You gave him a show by dipping your head back to display the delicate tower of your neck, prime for love bites. You arched your back, sending his attention to your ass and tail as you tied your hair up in a ponytail. And damn, did he love your strong legs too. He wanted them crushing his head as he tasted you.

You opened your eyes to find his, inky black and full of lust as he leaned against the lone tree, arms crossed. Your knees went weak as he devoured you. In his armor, his thighs were also on full display, nearly as thick as the trunk he leaned on. But his arms were your favorite. Well defined and drool-inducing, you craved to know how they’d feel wrapped around your waist as you bounced on him, or holding you up against that tree. Oh, but that tail of his. It swayed like a hypnotist’s watch, drawing you in like a moth to flame.

“Want me to tie you up, too?” you asked. “Your hair, I mean.”

He smirked. “Would you like that?”

“It won’t get in your face while we train,” you replied. “Plus, a ponytail could look hot on you.”

“I prefer mine natural,” he growled as he twirled a lock of your hair around his finger. “Though I like the ponytail on you. Gives me something to grab onto.”

You blushed and bit your lip. “Don’t you think we should at least try to train a little before you start trying to seduce me?”

Raditz leaned in close, towering over you in the most heart-pounding way. “Why? I think you’ve already fallen under my spell, darling.”

You raised an eyebrow and nearly brushed noses with him. “My, my. So confident.”

He purred, breathing in your scent. “I saw the way you were looking at me. Why not skip straight to the good part?”

You laughed and playfully shoved him away. “I heard you were a slacker, Raditz. Don’t you have any inclination to get stronger as a warrior?”

He frowned and stepped forward to take your jaw between his index finger and thumb, tilting your face up towards his. “Not when there’s such a tasty reward already ripe for the taking.”

You drew a finger down his chest. “Prove to me training with you is worth my time and maybe I’ll let you take a bite, pretty boy,” you breathed over his lips. You chuckled and stepped back, inviting him to spar.

Ever impatient, Raditz scoffed, but pursued. Despite his grand size, his blows lacked the sting and fire of his younger brother. You easily had him on the defensive, overpowering him with a barrage of punches and kicks. His surprise pleased you, and your attacks sent him to one knee, desperately panting to catch his breath.

“Come on, that isn’t all you’ve got, is it?” you asked with a scowl.

His dark eyes caught yours, frustrated. “I… Didn’t realize I wouldn’t have to hold back with you.”

You glared at him. “Tch! Don’t be such a coward! You should know better than to hold back just because I’m a woman!”

Raditz launched himself towards you with a guttural yell and punch, more powerful than before. Still, you evaded him with grace and ease, adding fuel to his burning annoyance.

“How-” He threw a punch. “Are you-” A kick. “So swift?” Another punch.

You caught his fist and bent his wrist and sending him wincing on one knee again. “This is nothing! I’m starting to see how great the difference between us is,” you scathed. “Pity. I had hoped you’d be more competent than this.”

Raditz’s nostrils flared with rage as you turned your back and walked away from him. He punched the ground with a fiery grunt before chasing after you. His muscled arms clamped around your waist, his back arched and he slammed you down with a bone-shattering suplex. The blow rang through your head like a gong. Before you could claw your way out of his grasp, Raditz flipped you to your stomach and pinned an arm behind your back.

“Not bad,” you mumbled, beginning to smile with your face pressed into the grass.

His elbow dug into your spine. With your shoulder twisted into an agonizing position, you desperately tried to maneuver out of the pin. You managed to get your knees under yourself, but your torso was well and truly trapped under Raditz’s massive form.

“Face down, ass up. Just how I like it,” he quipped as he contorted your arm even further. You groaned at the pain, swearing he was going to rip your shoulder from its socket. Just as you were about to tap out, your free hand brushed against fur. An idea dawned on you.

Like a vice, your hand clenched around Raditz’s tail. His entire body grew rigid and powerless with a strangled gasp from his throat. His grip on you loosened and you wriggled out from under him. You pounced on your opportunity by shoving him down and onto his back, straddling one of his thick thighs and pinning his opposite knee to his chest over your shoulder.

“Me on top. Just how I like it.” You glowed in pride over him, chest heaving.

Raditz’s eyes narrowed. “That was cheap!”

���Should have trained not to be so sensitive,” you mocked. “What’s your excuse? Afraid of hard work?”

Fury bloomed in his chest again, but he was immobilized. He frowned and laid his head against the ground, looking anywhere but at you.

“Aw, don’t pout,” you patronized. “I’ve trained with all kinds of strong warriors. I knew you wouldn’t beat me.”

“Then why even bother,” he growled, still avoiding your gaze. You pressed your shoulder in further, squeezing his knee to his chest uncomfortably.

“Because I’m sizing you up, dummy. How else but to fight you?”

“You can let go of me now,” he strained, growing irritated.

You cocked an eyebrow. “Hmm, I thought you wanted me to top you.”

You dropped Raditz’s leg back down and climbed over to straddle him. His eyes grew wide as you planted your palms on his chest and began to drag your hips over his armor plate. Funny that he had been so thankful for that very plate. Now he couldn’t wait to get rid of it.

He ran his hands from your knees up the soft skin of your thighs. “I thought Saiyan women weren’t interested in weak men,” he admitted quietly.

You peeled off your upper armor to reveal your black sports bra underneath. “Oh quit your pouting. Just because I’m strong doesn’t make you weak.”

Your words triggered a deep, long forgotten memory. Time and time again, fellow Saiyan warriors called him pathetic, lazy, cowardly. And maybe he was. Maybe his strength paled in comparison to other soldiers. But long ago, while watching his tiny brother float in his tank, their mother had patted his head lovingly and told him, Don’t let his high power level discourage you, Raditz. Just because he’s strong does not mean you’re weak.

Now, Raditz’s eyes brimmed with the softness of his mother as he gazed up at your beautiful face. He reached up, thumb brushing your cheek with a gentleness you didn’t expect. You leaned against his touch and closed your eyes.

“May I…” he started. “May I have a taste of you now?”

Pleasantly surprised by his romantic expression, you blushed deeply and leaned forward. You raked your nails through his wild hair, then held his face and pressed your forehead against his.

“Please.”

Raditz stole your breath with a kiss laden with electricity. Your heart soared with excitement as you began to explore one another, the press of every kiss weakening you. You melted over him, arms snaking around his shoulders. He sighed heavily into your mouth, his tongue chasing and teasing yours as he held the back of your head. Your hands curled into fists in his hair, pent up with passion.

“I need you, darling,” he said in a desperate voice.

“Let me give you what you want. Take off your armor.”

With a parting kiss, you sat back and allowed him to sit up to strip his armor. Without it, you could finally see his incredible body and the intimidating size of his bulge. You felt an immediate rush between your legs.

“Lay back for me,” you said, eying the print of his cock.

Raditz obliged, propping himself up on his elbows under the shade of the tree. You positioned yourself between his legs before kissing his lips, then began a journey down his jaw and neck. You kissed shapes into his tender flesh while your hands caressed the firm muscles of his chest and arms, stopping to snap the red band around his bicep again.

Breaths of pleasure escaped him as you touched him, working your way slowly towards the destination you both could hardly wait for. While your hands explored his sculpted abdomen, your tongue lightly dragged over his pectorals. You teased his nipple, causing a suppressed moan to rumble in his throat. You smiled and made a mental note for later.

When your fingers finally reached the band of his black briefs, you lightly traced along the waist as you kissed down the trail of black hair below his navel. Your palm began to graze over his cock print, so incredibly hard. His eyes closed with a groan. You worked your palm over him with an agonizingly light touch, then did the same with your lips. Raditz clawed into the ground, gripping the grass and growling.

“Stop teasing me, woman.”

You smiled, watching his every movement while blowing hot breaths over his cock.

“Mmm, but I love seeing you squirm like this,” you purred. “Tell me how bad you want it, pretty boy.”

He groaned. “I want your lips around my cock so bad, darling.”

“Tell me you need it.”

“Need your mouth, baby girl.”

“Tell me what else you want.”

“Want to cum in your mouth, want to fuck you ‘til you’re sore. Want to hear you scream my name ‘til everyone knows who’s fucking you.”

You bit your lip, supremely satisfied with Raditz’s response. You removed his briefs and watched his cock fall against his abdomen, heavy and thick. Saliva filled your mouth at the sight and you gave a long lick up the underside of his dick. He shuddered.

You began circling your tongue around the fat tip as your hands lightly squeezed his thighs, teasing around his signature band. You sucked his shiny head like a popsicle, letting your spit drip down the shaft. Your slender fingers wrapped around his cock, making you moan at the size and weight in your palm.

“Fuck,” you said under your breath. Raditz watched you bite your lip and stare at his stiff member with lust. “You’re so thick. Not sure if I can take it.”

He chuckled and grabbed your ponytail as you started working your hand and mouth together to suck him off. “Oh, you’ll take it. You’ll take every inch.”

You groaned in response and took him further, nearly to your throat. His girth made it difficult and your jaw already felt the strain. But Raditz’s grip on your hair said he wanted more, so you dug your nails into his thighs and forced his cock deeper. You whined and tears formed at the corners of your eyes, but the ragged moan from Raditz was well worth it. You breathed through your nose and relaxed as you choked him down until you felt his head reach the back of your throat.

“Aghhh,” he whined in pleasure. You smiled internally and let up, allowing your hand to help work his shaft. Up and down you stroked him with just the right pressure, and he made sure to let you know with feral growls. You pulled your mouth off and spit into your other hand so you could give his heavy balls attention. Your lips enclosed over one and sucked as you continued to stroke him with both hands.

“You’re sloppy,” he chuckled. You moaned and made eye contact, bringing him dangerously close to the edge.

“Mm, but does it feel good?” you asked between slurping at him.

“Ugh, you have no idea, doll. You’re so fucking good.”

The praise made you take him fully down your throat again with a quickening pace, your pussy fluttering with his every sound. The faster you could make him cum, the faster you could have him inside you. Excited at the notion, you focused your energy on finishing him. He grunted and rocked his hips in time with your ministrations. His tail, softly swirling until now, began to twitch at the tip. Growing more noisy, you could tell he was nearing his climax.

“Fuck! Just a little more!” he wailed, grip on your ponytail painfully tight.

“Look at me,” you commanded. He did as you told, and you pumped him hard, pulling your mouth off to wait for his load. With a final throaty grumble and groan, Raditz’s abs and glutes tightened as pulses of pleasure burst behind his eyes.

“Ah, fuck! That’s it!” he cried. His tail went rigid and his legs trembled as his cock spurted onto your patient tongue and you slowed your strokes to draw out his orgasm. “What a good girl,” he breathed at the sight of his cum covering your tongue. “Now swallow.”

You did as you were told and reopened your mouth to prove your obedience. He smiled and chuckled, then caressed your cheek.

“Such a good girl. Now turn around and sit on my face. Let me taste you,” he said. Heart leaping, you obeyed.

You removed your remaining armor, bra and briefs, leaving only your leg band to match his. He laid back on the grass and you lowered yourself over him, skin tingling with anticipation. He hooked his arms around your thighs and positioned you perfectly to feel his breaths on your lips.

“Goddamn,” he grumbled. “You smell so delicious.” He blew deliberate hot puffs of air onto you as his thumbs pulled you apart. You were trembling already. He started with a slow, gentle rhythm around your clit, tongue soft and pliable. You closed your eyes and whined at the sensation. As his pace began to build, you started to rock your hips against his tongue, hands on his hard abs for support.

He rolled your clit between his tongue and upper lip, then brought a thumb to your pussy’s entrance, dipping in only enough to gather some of your slippery arousal. He repeated the gesture a few times, then moved his tongue to penetrate you and started working your clit with his thumb. You moaned and laid forward, head on his lower abs. As he tongue-fucked you, you teased his cock with the tips of your fingers, causing him to jolt beneath you.

“Hah! Not yet!” he said with a shaky voice muffled by your pussy.

“Then can I watch you?” you asked. He pulled off and allowed you to turn around. Before you sat back down on his face, you kissed him, dying to taste yourself on his hot tongue. He groaned, then ran this thumb over the band on your thigh and gave it a tug.

You mounted his face, never breaking eye contact as you did so. His dark eyes were clouded with lust, just like yours. As his mouth reconnected with your clit, you grabbed his hair, hard. Raditz’s breathing grew labored as he lapped at your sweet pussy, loving the pain of you yanking his hair. His cock started to reawaken with each honeyed moan from your lips. Your tail softly brushed over his stomach while his arms guided your hips. You closed your eyes as you rode, orgasm building closer and closer to the soaring bliss.

“Ahh! So good!” you called out. “Please don’t stop!”

Raditz’s watched you as he shook his head back and forth, making your cunt pulse. Your nails gouged into his scalp.

“Oh fuck!” you squealed.

Fireworks exploded in your vision as the rush came. Raditz was captivated, staring at your quaking form above. The bliss radiated as he continued flicking at you with his tongue. You basked in the warm pleasure, sighing and catching your breath. You finally opened your eyes to find Raditz grinning underneath you.

“That was so good. God damn,” you praised as you sat back, softly stroking the hair you just had a death grip on.

There was darkness in his smile. “Think you can handle more?”

You brushed your thumb over his bottom lip, now cherry red from eating your pussy. He captured your thumb and sucked.

“Want it all.”

Raditz sat up and leaned against the trunk of the tree, pulling you along with him to straddle him. Hard once more, he aligned himself with your soaking wet entrance and teased with his cockhead.

You let the head slip into you, then lifted off, steadying yourself with hands on his shoulders.

“Me on top, again? You really are lazy,” you teased.

He snickered and sucked on your neck as you lowered yourself further down onto his dick. “I’ll put in some effort, don’t you worry.”

Raditz was thick, making you take your time despite your orgasm and overwhelming arousal.

“Shit, you’re huge,” you whined. He bit down on your shoulder as you dropped your weight over him, letting his cock fully seat inside your blissful walls. He groaned, head dizzy and abs already tight from cumming once already.

“Fuck!” he said through clenched teeth. “So tight for such a slut.”

You pinched both his nipples as you began to ride. Raditz gasped sharply, then grinned.

“I am not a slut,” you said. “You make me wanna act like one.”

“Is that right? And why is that, darling?” he purred, making good on his word as he met your thrusts with plenty of power.

“Mmh!” you cried after a particularly hard thrust. “Because I’ve always wanted a big boy like you.” Each stroke on his fat cock sent pleasure deep, satisfying your craving to be fucked.

“How about I make you feel small?” Raditz growled and rolled you onto your back. He crawled on top of you and wrapped your thighs tightly around his waist before reentering you with shocking force, making you gasp. Kissing at your chest and neck, he fucked you with thorough strokes.

“Ahh! Mm, you feel so good!” you wailed as one of his hands found your chest. He rolled your nipple through his finger and thumb, never missing a beat with his hips. His grunts and groans rumbled in his chest, animalistic and erotic. His hands wandered and gripped you all over, from your breasts to your ass and thighs. You tossed your head aside, letting him bite and suck your neck as he pounded you into the ground.

He unwrapped your legs from his waist and gripped your ankles, forcing you into a mating press. The angle change was perfect.

“Haaaahh!” you whimpered. “Yes, please don’t stop, Raditz!” His cock pulsed at the sound of his name falling from your lips in such a heated manner, so he did exactly as you requested. Cock drilling you and your nails digging into his strong arms, he fucked you until you saw stars.

“Couldn’t stop if I wanted to! Too tight!” Your tail found his and twisted together, an intimate sensation that only added to the immense pleasure.

“Cum inside, please,” you begged him, feeling the approach of your climax deep in your stomach. Despite his heavy breathing, Raditz insisted on kissing you. He grunted from his chest, grounding down through his knees to push every ounce of energy into fucking you. Bodies entwined, sharing breaths, he delivered another few powerful thrusts.

You crashed and pulsed with a cry, riding the high like an ocean wave, the breathtaking peak bright and blissful. Raditz did the same, his final pumps sending a spine-tingling shock through his entire body. His arms shook as he moaned at the pleasure, collapsing onto you in a heap of muscle and wild hair. He nestled into your bitten neck, leaving himself sheathed until the final surges of orgasm had dissipated.

He withdrew from you and rolled onto his back beneath the grand tree, the only witness to your deed. He pulled you into his side, still wanting to feel your warmth. You smiled and snuggled into him.

You caught your breaths together, listening to the gentle breeze rustling the leaves above and feeling the tingle of the sun on your exposed skin. After a long silence, Raditz chuckled.

“I don’t suppose many of your other training sessions go this way,” he said.

You smiled and looked up at his handsome features. “And what if they do? You jealous?”

He frowned and met your gaze. You reassured him by twisting your tail up with his again.

“The only thing I’m wearing right now is your leg band, big guy. I’m yours,” you said with a lingering kiss.

He hummed his satisfaction. “Good. I better not see anyone else’s marks on that gorgeous neck of yours.”

“I guess I should amend that statement,” you said with a laugh. “I’m yours, so long as you continue to fuck me like that.”

He chuckled and kissed you once more. “Deal.”

dbz masterlist

[dayplays]

A divine shimmer of shapes unfold in thin air, the world precisely unraveling around the space, as boot-covered feet step into existence and land upon the concrete, the rest of the young woman they were attached to quickly following.

Adjusting her glasses as she scanned over the city.

"Uh... Supreme Kai of Time? You said Broly was here?" She asked aloud, seemingly to no one, as she looked around, expecting to hear some explosions or chaos, but... nope. Things were quaint. "... well, you won't catch me complaining about a quiet mission.

Just gotta find him, and-" Words are cut off as she's forced to hop out of the way of two rocket-propelled projectiles.... or, rather, rocket propelled people. A robot and a rabbit specifically, flying right past her. Chased by a kart. Chased by squirrels.

"... I. Hm. Think there might be more wrong here than just Broly, boss." Kami preserve her, this looks like a headache.

[muses-of-the-memory]

"Okay everyone. Let's dig into the cake!" Chronoa the Supreme Kai of Time said to the group. Medi the Medicham smiled when Clef had plopped onto her head as my other Pokémon joined in the festivities for my birthday.

Majin Buu and Tommy were enjoying the cake as well. The cake was chocolate with white frosting.

@muses-of-the-memory

Continued from here.

Now the party can start. Clef popped out of Lucas's shirt to see if Mewtwo's still around. Now that the coast is clear, she hops around, plopping herself on Medi's head to join her. As much as Lucas can agree with PJ, at least his own mons could have pleasant company should they recover in the Pokémon Center. Any case, whatever the cake is, Lucas hoped it would be chocolate with white frosting.

[sixsix680]

Are you interested in getting depressed? Guess what, Sifysal lore is here!!!!!!!!!!!!!

eh but let us start with some less dark information first

SIFYSAL the time patroller, hero of Conton City. Female pure blood saiyan, currently in her late 30s. Named after Salsify. Her hair kinda representing those roots?? Kinda?? Nearly 5'7" tall. Adopts the canon game cleared XV2Cac power level, which means above GODs. She is now living in the city.

I like how the XV1Cac was summoned, so yeah, I keep that. It was supposed to die with the planet during Age 737, but the Supreme Kai of Time summoned her to become a member of the Time Patrol for years now.

Sifysal is often described as being either excessively calm or keeping a poker face all the time. Like a doll, she is heartless and emotionless. Arrogant, distancing people, doesn't care about much of anything, workaholic, can't stand to be idle. Not a good chatter but she mostly doesn't refuse tasks and instructions coming from anyone.

Warning for...cannibalism, a lot of ouchies (physical and mental) and idk, there's no happiness

Riiiiiiight. Read my ideas first, It will all make sense later.

I really like their race's innate lack of warmth, no love, no sympathy, and no guilt, nature is brutal. I like it even more when some individuals can learn those if someone educates them, or even realizes their own sin. Warmth enters someone's cold heart, how overwhelming that can be? (HUGE majin vegeta reference) And what if, no one is there to guide them in this situation?

Highly talented, she used to be a mid-class warrior, just an ordinary Saiyan. Enjoy fighting, killing, don't give a damn about others. Totally normal saiyan.

Until her entire squad encountered a natural calamity during a mission to conquer other planets. All they can do is remain in that deserted world, with different levels of injury.

Not to mention that they must eat to survive. Survival of the fittest, that’s what everyone says. Engaged in combat, dragging their battered bodies to determine who in this circumstance deserves to live, in the most saiyan way possible.

The outcome is clear. Everything is done to survive this scenario, even if it involves munching someone who used to fight along your side.

Hunger, greed, sin. That void consumed everything. The emptiness that cannot be filled. She stares at the night, the stars. It's cold here outside. And too quiet. If only they hadn't destroyed this place, they wouldn't have to face the problem of food. There will be more consumables other than piled-up corpses. Perhaps this is their retribution. Living, but in hell. Maybe, just maybe. If they are not so murderous, will they deserve a better ending? She counted. Counted those bodies, those stars, those lives that she had taken away since she existed. Until she can't even count days.

She was there for five years. Can't remember how time passed. A different icejin has become the new emperor which discovers the disappeared squad while checking on past assignments. What is his name again? The only thing she remembers is the fact that the new one is way smaller than the previous one.

She resisted the idea of returning to her role as a warrior later applied for a transfer to the emperor ship as a technician. The blood in her body would not allow her to die, pride, of course. That would make the lives she took meaningless too. Such a sinful race of people, isn't that right?

What was it again? That day. Everybody was instructed to return to their planet.

Oh. Look. A star. The warmth. This is the end of everything. Looks just like the sun, isn't it?

The story is supposed to end there, but not this time. It should have ended that day, but she once again escaped death. Only one day before, she vanished from the timeline. The home planet and people were gone. What's the point of this?

Everybody knows what comes after. Xenoverse2 canon story.

Up until now, she acted as a hero, whether she wanted to alleviate her own sins or to make up for her past mistakes by saving more people.

Every time she stops, she can't stop thinking about those memories so she keeps distracting herself with tasks. She can describe her past calmly, but can't bare the silence. Therefore, she stays in the center of the city even if she doesn't have work.

A walking, hollow, machine. Pretends to be a savior.

Something about her mentor(s):

Although black is not an option to be a mentor, I don't think those two will be apart so yeah.

Aside from the part where they are my favorite, don't you think a sinner and judgmental gods are a good match? Even if she won't admit it, she actually agrees with what they say, even the part about not being worthy of forgiveness.

Hate how annoying they can be.

DID I JUST WRITE A FRICKING ESSAY ????????????

[carnal-lnstinct]

Pairing: TP Goku & SS4!TP Goku x TP!Reader Warning: competitive & possessive behavior Content: 5k words. m/f/m. rivalry. fluff. humor. confession. first kiss A/N: Tiny reminder that ss4!TP Goku is not xeno goku, i just love the fit and accept it as his Time Patrol outfit ♥ This was supposed to be nsft but yall seen what I've been fixated on lately, just didn't get that far. Happy (late) Birthday to my himbo king 😭♥♥♥

What the hell is going on?

You stared up from your position, shadowed by the two figures above you. Butterflies in your stomach fade as your eyes bounce between the mirrored glares all while your wrists remain pinned on each side of you by a different hand. You were trapped while the two saiyans stared daggers at each other in a bitter display, one pair of eyes flashing a wild, golden color and the other a searing blue. 

There was always a playfulness in the tension between the duo of Gokus in Conton City. But something about it had shifted after a while. Despite the shared passion for battle often overwhelming their better judgment, they could always be brought back to a place of peaceful neutrality that made them a delight to be around in the end; All that was pleasant about the earthly saiyan was doubled. However brief that peace could live when it came to rivaling saiyans, there was no animosity in trying to surpass each other even when they were the same person. Only now it seemed they were intentionally pushing for a rise out of the other.

Prior to the change in history that brought you all together, each Goku lived a relatively similar life— Shared the same lessons, sacrifices, and faced the same foes— until their next level of potential was unlocked from training with Whis. Further dividing their path into the realm of the gods and becoming the foundation of their rivalry.

By the will of the kais overseeing the Time Patrol, both saiyans were corralled into the lifestyle under separate circumstances and given a new responsibility of protecting the universe. What it entailed for their innate thrill of battle brought another, greater benefit of the job: The pleasure of working directly with you.

The Hero of Conton City!

Goku was your training instructor, handpicked by The Supreme Kai of Time herself to help you on your journey to becoming stronger and protecting the history of the universe. You’ve had your share of instructors in the past to help you get to a place where you could stand your ground with a Super Saiyan God and beyond, but there was something else deep down about Goku that made him so exalting to learn from. He was very clear about getting you stronger so he himself could battle you without either of you having to hold back, but there was also a tenderness he had for you that made him...dreamy ♥. He was always impressed by your growth and praised you as his prized pupil. It conflicted your feelings, to say the least. As his trainee, you didn’t want to think of his innocent affection as anything more than a means to inspire you to become your best self. But beyond the roughness, the experience has been as beautiful as it has been enlightening. A companionship with someone like Goku truly made your heart restless and left your spirits high. No one’s made you feel like that before. You kept such sentimental feelings to yourself, of course. No time for romance when you’re The Supreme Kai of Time’s go-to patroller. 

But you would continue to always have Goku by your side. When battles became more than you could handle alone or missions too challenging that not even Trunks and his partner could help, The Supreme Kai of Time would set him up as your time patrol partner as well. Granting Goku something he’s always wanted after hearing about what you do as a patroller.  

The other Goku came to your side under a particularly special condition. The result of a forced change in history by the mysterious Fu who meddled with the timeline for…well, fun. Posing as Whis, no less. In the timeline where this Goku along with Vegeta were to obtain the Super Saiyan Blue transformation, Fu’s tampering made it so the two saiyans became Super Saiyan 4 instead and sicced them on you. Faced with an entirely new power, your instructor didn’t hesitate to show off to his counterpart what a true super saiyan beyond a Super Saiyan God looked like and sparked the battle between Super Saiyan 4 and Super Saiyan Blue. Consequently, the power of their clash gave Fu exactly what he was really after, the power generated from changes in history. 

You didn’t return to the Time Nest completely empty-handed, however. As soon as you thought it was over, The Super Saiyan 4 Goku accidentally hitched a ride back with you both to the Time Nest. He wasn’t satisfied with making the most of his new transformation and sought to continue his battle with your partner. Before you knew it, the rift holding the change in history had been absorbed by the demon, taking with it all his alterations like it never happened. But the extra Goku was still here! In the Time Nest! Fu wasted no time revering his own handiwork and thanked you for your help before suddenly vanishing without a trace. Leaving behind a single proof of his experiment. A change like this never happened before. The timeline was indeed fixed now for the most part and there was no longer a rift, but there was also nothing that could be done to return the Super Saiyan 4 Goku without causing more drastic changes. 

There was a lot to be worried about a Super Saiyan 4 that could channel god ki and still so much unknown about Fu’s intentions, so joining the Time Patrol was the best of a bad situation.There was no denying the trouble two Gokus would cause to the timeline if he was “put back”, but the same could be said for two Gokus in Conton City. Naturally, as Goku, he was easy to get along with and more than willing to help where he could to right the wrong he unintentionally spurred on. But he got a sharp new gi out of it (mostly to avoid confusing the two) so he rolled with whatever came his way. Stumbling along, however, with taking in the other aspects of being a time patroller. 

Which is why The Supreme Kai of Time didn’t hesitate to entrust you with showing the new recruit the ropes and, more importantly, holding down the order between the competitive duo. As if your plate wasn’t packed enough lately, but you were all fortunate to have “4!Goku” as yet another reliable partner for you. It was a spin on the norm, where your interactions with the Goku you were already familiar with were that as his pupil, you were now the one teaching him (even if it was just a variant of him) a thing or two. Oh, but it was still the same Goku charm you found irresistible, just wrapped in a new red and black bow. The eagerness to assess a situation in the hopes of getting his hands dirty, you expected. What surprised you was how robust and graceful he was once engaged in a battle. Something beyond his instincts drove him to fight with mischievous precision, yet his power never gave a sense of something malicious. Just…powerful.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t impressed with the new rookie patroller. It came with suspicions of the power of Super Saiyan 4 and Super Saiyan God may have awoken a cockiness in 4!Goku that you initially worried may insight another visit from Fu, but it was hard to focus on the “what ifs” when a super saiyan 4 looked damn good doing his job. That, and still very much being the core of the object of your affection, you would hate to miss out on having him as a partner. You found yourself barely able to look him in the eye while he was transformed, stuttering your words when you did speak and trying to mask your crumbling disposition when that rugged voice hit your ears. His allure was intimidating, and thankfully he was oblivious to your reactions.

Once he figured out how all the cogs work in the job, you soon found yourself with more free time to do as you like. Even your instructor “Xenoku” was able to take on more students to train between the hunt for Fu. Though, the two Gokus never failed to find a reason to turn a get-together into a friendly spar that would go overboard. Not even your own training sessions were safe. Admittedly, there was something enjoyable in watching a super saiyan 4 and super saiyan blue trade blows with each other. That very difference between them is what made them the perfect rivals to push for the next level in their strength. But it does lose its spark after a while of too many city violations.

Over time you found it less tedious with only one of the saiyans with you at a time, however you never denied yourself the pleasure of enjoying both their company when you could. A selfish desire to indulge your withheld feelings a little. You thought trying to work around your crush on Goku was hard enough. Two of them consistently winning over your heart at once, the same presence of wisdom, jubilance, and every sense of what made you attracted to who Goku is, was torture sometimes. Spoiling yourself with both of their presence was the best you could do to keep yourself from losing it. It was as if the Supreme Kai of Time knew exactly what she was doing saddling you with both of them. They were a handful, yes, but they were fun and they were handsome to look at. There was nothing you would not do for them. And, in some way, they were yours.

But the more time you spent with them together, the more you noticed the change. Their harmony was interrupted by something that seemed uncharacteristically ominous for someone like Goku. The charm of their harmless mischief could easily get lost in the bragging and snide remarks. Very little would set them to transform into their respective red and blue forms and you’ve had to physically get between them to keep them from going all out more than once. You couldn’t figure out why, naturally you just knew you had to fix it. But asking them directly got you nowhere. The two would exchange a look as if talking in some secret language through their eyes and then change the subject, becoming passive once again like nothing ever happened. You’ve seen Goku do some weird things before, but this was definitely the strangest. It’s often the things he does not say that should worry you and they’re both keeping a tight lip about it. 

If only you knew they were already aware of your little crush. Goku is always more intuitive than he gives away, and two of them spending enough time with you do well to take notice of your attraction. You are as much a rival as you are their student and partner, so their awareness of your power is fine tuned to you and watching you closely was just as natural to them as your feelings for either of the saiyans. They took it as a cute quirk of yours that you just seemed to turn 3 shades darker the closer they stand to you, the way you fidget and try to hide your smile the longer their eyes stare at you. It was easier for you to assume otherwise as they came to the decision to continue to overlook it, since you just didn’t seem ready to be truthful with your feelings. But they liked it. Getting to know you so well over time and having this instinct to protect you, it just seemed fair to let you do it on your own terms.

“Maybe I do like (Y/n), too.” One of them muses out loud to the other, an idea they have both pondered to themselves, never really feeling necessary to admit. Of course he liked you. You're his partner.

 “Yeah…me too.” The other would openly admit between them. Speaking it into existence like this cleared the intentions of their own feelings and now it was like knowing you in a new light. All that they knew and shared about you in confidence just pushed you into their hearts. You like them, and they like you. The two saiyans now look at each other wondering who it was you would admit your feelings to. You couldn’t have both of them in that way, could you?

It wouldn’t be much longer until you got to the bottom of it. With the right bait, you would come to find the truth, and wind up in your current predicament.

"I got some good news, found out something pretty neat on my last mission!" You brought up over today’s lunch. You waited until both were almost halfway through their own respective stacks of lunch boxes before springing this on them, prepping yourself to go into the next detail. "While I was working undercover on Frieza's ship, I snuck away to Planet Vegeta." 

Their eyes lift towards you in a synchronized reaction, blinking curiously. “Planet Vegeta?” Your instructor repeats with a mouthful. 

“Did you find another strong saiyan?” 4!Goku adds in after a big gulp, proceeding to chase his food with his large drink.

You shake your head, grinning with barely contained excitement. “Nope. Even better! I promise it’s a good one! Hang on.” You held up a finger to pause the convo for a sec as you slid another food box from behind you, a little bigger than the lunch boxes. Your smile grew once you popped the lid open for a peak inside, but held off lifting it back to reveal what it contained just yet. Instead you turn it their way and push it forward encouraging them to open it, looking back up between the two for their reaction. They look over it for a brief moment before inching closer together, one of them not wasting time and lifting the lid back all the way. Their eyes light up at what they find.

There was a large cake inside, decorated with borders of icing and cute little drawings of the two saiyans in their corresponding attires.

“Ta-da! Happy Birthday Gokus!” You announced as they read it across the center of the cake with excitable smiles. “I found out on Planet Vegeta that today is your birthday. I-It took some help deciphering the old saiyan language but once it was figured out I wanted to show my appreciation for you both being born today.” You explained, already displaying the first shade of a shy temperament in your features. 

“Really? This is amazing, and it looks tasty! Did you know today was our birthday?” Xenoku turns to his counterpart with a thoughtful look.

“No, I never even thought about it before.” 4!Goku admitted after briefly searching his own thoughts. “Wow, today’s really my birthday. You really did this all for us, (Y/n)?” He looked back at you with a sweetness returned to his expression.

“M’hm! You both definitely deserve more than a cake but it was all I could do with the time I had.” You also did not want The Supreme Kai of Time with her “broad tastes” to get involved lest she decide to make the cake herself. “I feel silly asking, but have you ever celebrated your birthday before?”

This time, your training instructor spoke up. “I’m sure it wasn’t my real birthday now but I remember when I was still a little kid, back when it was just me and my Grandpa, we had a special day we celebrated that he said was just for me.”

“Yeah, me too! We would go to a place in the mountains and he would make his special meat stew and dumplings. That was usually enough for me but he always gave me a gift, too. That’s how I got the power pole.” 4!Goku adds, pointing to his back where the power pole was normally worn in his younger days.

“Sounds like a birthday to me.” He nodded with a proud smile.

"Oh…yeah, actually.” You nod, as well. “That sounds exactly like a birthday.” Though now you were prickled with brief moment sorrow that the special celebration may have completely stopped after the old man’s passing. It’s not like any of his birthdays came up before your discovery and you never saw either Goku celebrating it. You hate the idea that he just never did it again. You take in a deep breath and continue to wear your smile, shaking off the feeling. Today was not the day for frowns. “Well then, I’m glad to help you start a new birthday tradition for yourselves. Maybe with a touch of the old if we’re lucky!” With that, you gathered a utensil in each of your hands and dug up a large piece of cake, careful not to take from their decorative drawings. “Come. Say ahh!” You instructed, holding out each serving to the birthday boys.

Raring to taste their special cake, they grin and crawl closer to you. Once again moving in sync, they learn forward with their mouths open. Xenoku clamps down catching a mouthful of sweet flavor, a delighted hum vibrating back to your fingers. But 4!Goku takes a different approach, grasping your hand and bringing his serving closer as he inched in to fill his own mouth. His dark eyes watched you until he slips the utensil free of his lips with a soft, yet rousing smile. As expected, you were jolted by the more intimate approach and the second, darker shade of color filled your expression. Your instructor takes notice of your change in demeanor and cuts a glance at his counterpart and his pleased expression. His brow knitted to his eyes for a moment, a small wrinkle above his nose before he lightened his expression for you.

“Mmm, mmm! Oh,(Y/n)! That is something really delicious!” The orange-clad Goku complimented you in a boisterous manner, licking his lips emphatically. He closes both hands around yours affectionately, further holding your stolen attention as you look at him doe-eyed. “Did you make it yourself? If so, you’ve got great tastes.” You fall into his flattery, a shy laugh all you can respond with when your heart starts racing. 4!Goku’s eyes shift between the two of you. In a single breath, he was consumed with a feeling that he has been shut out from you and narrows his eyes just the same. His own lingering hand on yours slips to hold your wrist to him and a bright grin returns to his features as he focuses on you. 

“Can you feed me some more, (Y/n)? It’s better than I imagined!” He pleads politely, leaning closer to you with a toothy smile. “Pretty please, for my birthday?” 

His tail whipped behind him and his smile only seemed to widen as he successfully claimed your attention, watching as your eyes faltered when you noticed his hold. “Oh! O-Okay, sure.” You agreed, lowering your arm from his grasp and gathering up more cake. Before you could even carve out another piece with your utensil you feel your instructor’s hold squeeze your other hand a little. 

“Me too? Pleeeease!” He asks with the same grin though more eager to be heeded. You give a nod and once your other hand is freed you dig it into the cake once again. Preoccupied with maneuvering the cake pieces to hang onto each utensil, you completely miss the tense exchange of dark eyes above you, the duo flashing glares at each other and dispelling them when you lift back up. You proudly display each gathered piece to them again and this time they both accept it the same way: a quick chomp scooping the large helpings into their mouths and emulating Whis’s mannerisms when the perfect taste hits his tongue. It’s odd, but you don’t think much of it, though how they both tried to out moan each other in their delight almost made you hesitate to continue. But you do, and it somehow turns into a speed eating race of who you fed the most before the cake was almost gone. 

Xenoku takes your wrist again when another scoop of cake is held to him only to guide it to your face. “You should try it, too.” He encouraged, ghosting the piece of cake over your lips. “There won’t be much left if you keep giving it to us.” The sweet smell catches your nose and it entices you to open your mouth for it. But sharing a utensil was so intimate and surely that final stage of flush engulfed your face at the thought.

Another serving is shoved in your face by your captured hand, this one bearing the likeness of 4!Goku on it and lightly smeared icing on your lips. “Here, now you say ahh!” 

For good reason, you hesitate to open your mouth. There was suddenly an anxious feeling they would try to shove it down your throat in an attempt to be the first to feed you. You look up to the two saiyans and give them a suspicious look. “I don’t think so.” You answer in a dry tone. “What are you two up to now?”

“See? She doesn’t want yours.” Xenoku declares proudly and ignores your query, sticking his tongue out at his counterpart. In response, 4!Goku swipes the piece given to you by your instructor, shoving it in his own mouth and chewing it up with a smug grin. The surprise on both your faces said it all and that seemed to be the last straw for them both. As they locked eyes, you felt the air shift around them. The color in their gaze alters with their rising power, the two saiyans now controlled by their innate motivation to “settle” things. You sense their ki skyrocket in no time and as their visible scowls met once again their power released around you, the two transformed into their respective forms.

In meeting eye-to-eye, their grip on your wrists tightened and you were pushed back as they physically butted heads, unrestrained. Neither sought to let go of you however in spite of your struggle, simply holding you at bay from their savage display.

“Hey!” Your voice sharply calls out, tugging back on your arms in an attempt to free yourself. “We’re still in the city, you lunatics! No fighting!” You couldn’t quite slip free, so instead lunge forward gripping a round ear from each of them in a painful pinch and pull. Effectively breaking things up as the two Gokus sought to free their ears from your hold. “That’s enough! What the hell is wrong with you two?! Do you have to turn everything into a challenge?!” You tightened your pinch in your annoyance and your wrists are freed as they howl in pain. “This was supposed to be a celebration!”

“Ow ow ow! Okay, let go!” “Ow, ow- (Y/n), That really hurts, let go!” The two plead for mercy until you finally release them, tucking your arms at your chest with an impatient grump.

“Spit it out right now, what is going on with the both of you?!” You demanded. There was no way of changing the subject on it this time, you needed to get to the bottom of this. Like before, the two saiyans turned to each other as they nursed their ears and in some silent delegating, they both sighed coming to a defeated agreement. Even they knew they couldn’t keep this up forever, there was no use hiding it anymore.Yellow and blue eyes turn back to you. 

“(Y/n), we got something to tell you but you gotta answer a question first.” The Super Saiyan Blue Goku lightly pouts, but is ready to spill the truth. You arch your brow first, but nod once in anticipation to what was on their mind. Xenoku turns fully to face you, sitting flat in the grass now and asks without hesitation. “Why do you want to keep hiding how you feel around me?” There’s a stern look in his eyes from his transformation, but they soften as he presses on. “Are you embarrassed?”

“What?” You answer with widened eyes, feeling your heart jump from his direct approach. You certainly got what you asked for, but the last thing you expected was your feelings to be involved in this. You glance at 4!Goku as well, who looked at you with the same demand and you realized they both knew how you felt. You felt a little breathless with the rush in your chest and continued to look between them. “What… does how I feel have to do with this?” The words slowly fall from your lips.

“You did this to us.” The Super Saiyan 4 admits. With a droop in the tip of his tail representing his own pout, he joins his counterpart's side on the ground and folds his arms against his chest watching you. “We already know you have a crush on us. Problem is, we both have feelings for you too and realize you would have to choose only one of us you like enough to confess to.”

 Xenoku nods at this. “I guess we just wanted to prove which one of us it would be in the only way we knew.” It definitely seemed silly now, the two seeming to remorse over their clashing. Even against the likeness of himself, Goku knew there were better reasons to scrap with each other than for some envious desire to do what they believed was needed to be the one you gave your heart to. It rotted their fun. Only you could decide what to do with your feelings and they can’t control that no matter how strongly they fought for it. But now that it was all out in the open your instructor saw no further reason to delay your answer. “So which of us is it? Me or the other me?”

“-H-How can you ask me something like that?!” You quickly snap back at his lack of tact, feeling your face flush in the urgency put upon you. This was not an easy choice, they weren’t exactly like apples and oranges. Regardless, they both watch you with their doe-like eyes shining through their transformations in anticipation. Things like that continuing to make this difficult. You give a sigh and cross your legs where you sat, thoughtfully staring into the grass beneath you. “How do I possibly choose? You’re both…you!” You muse over, looking up now and tucking your arms to your chest again. “I mean there are some differences but…”

It’s still Goku. It didn’t matter who caught your eye first or who made the better impression when they both effortlessly sweep you off your feet by simply being the best of who they are. Splitting hairs on it wasn’t going to help you pick one Goku from the other. A frown grows in your expression and you lower your eyes again. “I guess… I shouldn’t have either of you if it makes you want to hurt each other for my affection. I don’t think I have it in me to pick one of you when it could hurt the other’s feelings.” That felt to be a fair answer, though after saying it out loud it didn’t seem fair to either of their feelings. But you won’t pick between them. 

Your answer catches them off guard, for sure. They give each other a defeated look. Safe to say they’re not fans of that option. It’s rare that something could affect Goku so deeply like this, but when it does it just pushes him to seek his desires more. Ever the optimist, the two could only seek a means to make it favorable for all of you or at least try. A light bulb seems to go off for them at the same time and cheerful smiles rise in their features as they both move in closer to you.

“So if it doesn’t matter which one of us you pick, then-” Xenoku started, 4!Goku finishing the thought. 

“-Accept both our feelings. Only seems fair and it won’t change much between all of us.” 

The two are immediately met with an incredulous look from you, but their enthusiastic expressions show they mean it. Like them initially, you don’t immediately see that as possible. Some doubt in that logic making it seem wrong. “That seems greedy somehow..” You utter your thoughts out loud, unconvinced. The temptation doesn’t stop there.

A heavy hand comes down on your shoulder from the Super Saiyan 4, causing you to look up at him to find his reassuringly warm smile. “We already like you.You’re a kind person and an admirable fighter. If our hearts are in it, all we need is yours.”

“...I must be dreaming.” And discovered yet another level of blushing in your timid approach to your own feelings. Though the time patrolling Goku only laughs fondly at your reaction. Your other side becomes occupied by your trainer, Xenoku taking hold of your hand also reassuring you there was no issue to be had.

“It’s not like you can deny us on our birthday.” He teased, bringing the special occasion back into the mix to goad you into it. Something he’s picked up from Bulma who never shies from doing the same on her birthday. 

“-I can too!” You argue, though not so strongly. It widens both of their smiles as the idea seems to be wearing you down, shyly looking away from both of them in your fluster. “B-But…If that’s what you really want.”

“It only seems fair you take responsibility for making us crazy about you.” 4!Goku chimes in your ear, the husk of his voice sending goosebumps across your skin. “You don’t want us fighting in the city every time you give us a rush, right?” A knowing smirk grows in his face as he looks over to this counterpart, met with the same smirk as they both pull away from you preparing for yet another round of trading blows.

“I guess if anyone is going to pull that kind of anger out of me, it’s none other than myself.” Xenoku provoked with a challenging glare, making you look up between the two.

“I was just thinking the same thing.” Their playfulness is fully intact this time, no hint of that envy between them any longer. But you couldn’t risk it.

“Okay, okay!” You interrupted them. Rubbing a hand at your forehead, you huff and let a smile rise across your lips. “We can work this out. I’m in… Just no more fighting today.”

The two snicker amongst themselves with toothy grins and come back to you. Immediately, 4!Goku seals his lips to yours, your surprised face captured in his large hands. Xenoku is also stunned by his other half’s impulsive act. You were overcome with the warmth that filled your pounding chest and left breathless when he pulled away.

“I’ve been waiting to do that.” He grinned, tail swishing behind him happily as he nuzzled his cheek against your red face. “First kiss with (Y/n) is all mine.”

“Hey, that’s not fair!” The blue-haired saiyan contended with a jealous pout. Though, he also asserts his feelings and captures you away from him, With a hand around your body holding you close and the other full of your cheek he plants a full, eager kiss to your lips.The push your hopeless heart couldn’t take and sent your mind empty. Your legs felt weak in ways you only dreamed of.

“There. The best kiss with (Y/n) is mine!”

They’re both simply too much. But one could never be too much for another who couldn’t get enough of them.