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Silver Moon Ch. 16

Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Relationship: Jeon Jungkook/OFC

Words: 5704 Chapters: 16/__ Language: English Rating: Explicit Warnings: Past trauma, oc is an orphan, violence, slow burn but the smut will hit hard, corny hybrid tropes, masturbation, explicit sexual language, mutual pining, messy, crying, descriptions of blood and injury, oral sex, light choking sort of (I will probably add to this list as I write) Category: M/F author: Weichei Stubentiger

taglist: @likeshatteredrainbowglass, @aznstoner, @zae007live

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37537594/chapters/93691681

Story Summary: Hybrids are hardly the biggest part of Alina’s life. In fact, she tries her best to ignore anything hybrid-related. She is content to study for her entrance exam to grad school and try to live as innocuously as possible. But the events of her past will come back to haunt her when she becomes indebted to a hybrid named Jungkook. Their lives have become inextricably intertwined, but will they be able to trust each other? Will they be able to stand with each other in order to survive?

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Notes: I'm sorry for the wait! I hope you all enjoy 💕💕

*(Also thank you to the people who have sent such sweet/gentle encouragement to me! It really means the world to me)*

Chapter 16

Jungkook walked briskly from the bus stop to the cafe where Alina worked. He didn’t know much about being a good boyfriend, but he figured picking his girlfriend up from work on Christmas Eve was a good place to start.

Jungkook pursed his lips as he watched the sidewalk in front of him. He hoped he was allowed to call her that - ‘his girlfriend.’ It had only been a few days since their first date, and they hadn’t really talked about labels yet. An anxious part of him worried that she didn’t think anything they’d done was a big deal.

He knew one thing for certain: it was a big deal to him. A really big deal. He felt his face heat up as he thought about their date earlier in the week. He almost wondered if he’d dreamed the whole thing up. But the picture was so clear - Alina sinking down to her knees in front of him, her eyes on him, her mouth…

Goosebumps erupted up and down his arms.

He pushed his hands deeper into his pockets. It wasn’t just about sex, or the fact that she’d given him what was possibly the best blow job of his life. The other stuff was just as important. She’d let him keep sleeping in her bed with her, which awarded Jungkook a kind of bliss he could easily get used to. And she let him keep kissing her, even instigated it a few times. He never felt freer than when Alina let him kiss her.

Actually they hand’t done much more than kiss since that night. Not that Jungkook had a problem with that. He was more than happy to go with whatever pace Alina set. He wanted both of them to be comfortable enough to explore things together.

Honestly, a part of him was very concerned that Alina might feel pressured to go faster than she was ready. She had insisted that she enjoyed going down on him — that she was happy to give him pleasure, but Jungkook was concerned about why she seemed so hesitant to let him return the favor. He didn’t want things to always be about who owed who - but it was so early in their relationship! He didn’t want her to think he was the type of guy that took more than he gave. And beyond that, he just wanted to do whatever would make her feel good - as good as she’d made him feel. He’d given oral sex to female partners before, and they’d always seemed quite happy with his performance…but he wasn’t sure if that would be a good pitch to give Alina.

He just needed to make sure she had plenty of reasons to trust him. And if giving her time was one of those reasons, that was certainly something he could do.

*****

A bell above the door jingled as Jungkook walked into the shop. The air smelled of coffee beans and pastries, a scent that often lingered on Alina’s hair.

“Hi there! Sorry, we’re closing early today for the holiday, but I can get you something to-go if you want,” the girl at the counter said, overly cheerful.

“Hi,” Jungkook responded, approaching the counter. “I don’t need anything. I’m here for Alina.”

“Oh,” the girl said, seeming a little surprised. “She’s in the back. I’ll go grab her.”

Jungkook nodded and thanked her, putting his hands in the pocket of his coat while he waited. A few moments later, Alina came rushing out, coat in hand.

“Hey sorry to make you wait,” she said, giving him a bright smile as she put on her coat and mittens.

“It’s ok.” He wished he could kiss her. That would be weird, though. They hadn’t talked about public displays of affection. And a hybrid kissing a human in public…Jungkook frowned. He didn’t know if Alina would want people knowing they were a couple - if that’s what they were. It was taboo. She would probably be embarrassed by him.

“Jungkook?” Alina was looking at him.

“Where’s your hat?” He asked, letting her believe that was why he was frowning.

“Ugh I can’t believe myself. I took it off on the bus to fix my hair on the way here, and I guess I left it by accident,” she said, rolling her eyes at herself. “That’s what I get for running late. It’s fine. Jin’s place is close.”

Yes, Jin’s restaurant was quite close, but it had to be well below freezing outside. Without thinking Jungkook took his own winter hat off and tugged it on Alina’s head, making sure it covered her ears.

“No, you keep yours. It was my own fault for losing mine,” Alina started to protest, raising her hands up, only to be stopped by Jungkook.

“I have a hood. Keep it for now. Please?”

She huffed but kept the hat, and he smiled in triumph.

“Let me just say bye to Becca,” Alina said, heading back to the counter. “Hey, we’re gonna get going soon,” she called to the back, checking her purse to make sure she had everything she needed.

“Are you sure you’re ok to lock up on your own?” Alina continued once Becca had returned from the kitchen.

“Yeah, my boyfriend is picking me up in like 20 minutes,” Becca said. She looked like she was going to say something else but paused. Jungkook saw the moment her eyes land on his ears.

“Hey I didn’t know you had a hybrid!” Becca said, addressing Alina. “He’s so cute!”

Jungkook had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. He’d had a hard life up until recently, but he was at least grateful he hadn’t had to deal with people like this very often.

Alina didn’t look like she knew what to say. “Um, yeah…he’s — ” she cut herself off, instead saying, “sorry, I should have introduced the two of you. Becca this is Jungkook, Jungkook this is my coworker Becca.”

“You should have told me! I was thinking about adopting,” Becca said, still not addressing Jungkook. “I had one growing up, but we had to give him up when my sister got too attached. Really really heartbreaking. When did you get Jungkook?”

Alina was now visibly tense beside him, and Jungkook wished he could just pull them out the door so they didn’t have to talk with this woman anymore. But he didn’t want to cause problems between Alina and her coworkers, so he stayed quiet.

“You know, it’s actually kind of complicated,” Alina said, mouth tight. “And we’ve really got to go.” Without saying much else, she ushered Jungkook out the door, purse and gloves in hand.

Cold air blasted Jungkook’s face as soon as they exited the shop. It made him glad Alina had taken the hat. They’d have to get her a new one. Or maybe he could go to one of those fancy import boutiques and buy her one as a present.

Presents. His stomach flopped thinking about Alina’s Christmas gift. He really hoped she liked it. He’d spent the better part of two weeks racking his brain for ideas before he thought of something he liked. Hobi and Jimin had insisted jewelry was always a safe bet, but Jungkook didn’t think Alina would like that. It didn’t feel personal enough for his first gift to her, so he’d decided to go with something riskier.

“I’m sorry…about Becca,” Alina said, drawing Jungkook’s attention away from his thoughts. He looked over at her, but she’d dipped her head down, looking at the sidewalk in front of them.

“Why would you be sorry?” Jungkook asked, genuinely confused.

Alina pursed her lips. “I shouldn’t have let her talk to you like that. Talk about you like that.”

“You can’t control how other people talk.”

She stopped walking, so Jungkook stopped next to her.

“No. But…” Alina trailed off, brows knitting together.

Jungkook looked down at her, concerned that the interaction had troubled her so much. “Alina,” he said before she could continue. “I don’t care about what that girl said. She doesn’t matter. Picking a fight with her tonight would have done nothing but make us late.”

Alina didn’t look convinced, so Jungkook added, “let’s not let her ruin the night, yeah? You deserve a good holiday. We both do.”

Alina breathed out and finally looked up at him. “You’re right. I’m sorry. Let’s have a good night,” she said, taking Jungkook’s hand in hers.

*****

“Leni! Jungkook!” Jin greeted them from across the room as soon as they walked through the door. “You guys can leave the door unlocked. Jimin’s not here yet.”

As usual, some of the dining room lights were turned off. Alina would always love the feeling of the restaurant after hours. It felt special and protected - like none of the rules or dangers of the outside world mattered there. Even if she wasn’t a real member of this group, she was grateful to be invited in for the moment.

They headed to the large table in the back of the restaurant. Namjoon, Hobi, and Tae, who were already sitting down, greeted Jungkook and Alina as they walked over. There were mugs, marshmallows, candy canes and a big teapot sitting in the middle of the table.

“Wow, this looks beautiful, Jin! Thank you for inviting us,” Alina said, smile wide and excited.

“Thank you very much! I can’t take all the credit, though. Yoongi brought over the candy canes and marshmallows.”

“You’re going to ruin my reputation,” Yoongi replied, coming into the dining room from the kitchen, a second teapot in hand.

Hobi laughed. “Ah come on Yoongi. We all know you’re a hopeless holiday-romantic.”

Yoongi let out an argumentative hum but didn’t deny it.

“Hey speaking of holiday romance, is Jimin still gonna bring by a date?” Alina asked as she sat down in the empty spot next to Hobi.

“I’m not sure,” Namjoon said, leaning back in his chair. “I asked him earlier and he said they’d pop in if they had time.”

Yoongi poured two more mugs of hot chocolate and pushed them toward Jungkook and Alina. She nodded in thanks and tried not to look too excited by Yoongi’s casual acceptance of her presence.

“Do we know if he wants something serious with her? Is she a hybrid?” Jungkook asked, resting his hands on the back of Alina’s chair.

“I don’t think it’s serious, but who knows. I’m pretty sure she’s human,” Tae said, reaching for a candy cane.

Jungkook hummed in response, attention drifting to his hot chocolate as he sat down next to Alina.

“Where’d he meet her,” Jin asked.

The table went laughably quiet before Namjoon shook his head, sighing. “At the gym. And before anyone tries to cover for him, we’ve already talked. He’s promised not to make a habit of it.”

A few of the guys tittered at Namjoon’s frustration before the conversation moved on. Jin animatedly complained that Yoongi was trying to usurp control of the kitchen for tomorrow’s dinner, which Yoongi vehemently denied. Namjoon wanted to know if anyone had read anything interesting lately. Tae asked how Mina and Courtney were doing.

No one asked about family traditions or celebrations, which Alina was immensely grateful for. That was always the hardest part of the holidays for her. It was painful and awkward to recall what she’d lost so long ago, and she didn’t exactly look back on her time in foster care fondly. But pretty much everyone at the table had gone through hard times to get to where they were now, and they seemed more than content to live in the moment with each other.

No one asked about her and Jungkook, either, which she thought would be a relief. It was still so early on, and she didn’t want to pressure Jungkook to define anything before he was ready. Still, she found herself wondering. Had Jungkook told any of them? Did he not want to tell them? Was he having second thoughts? Did the guys know and not approve?

She didn’t have time to dwell on it for very long, though, as they soon heard the front door open and close.

“Hi hi!” Jimin called from the front of the restaurant. Alina put down her drinks and turned, excited to see Jimin but even more excited to see who he brought. The woman was blond with a nice smile and was wearing athletic clothes and an expensive puffer coat.

The group greeted them with a chorus of hellos as the two approached.

“So everybody,” Jimin said, keeping his arm around the woman’s back. “This is Kristi. Kristi, this is Jin, Yoongi, Hobi, Alina, JK, Tae, and Namjoon. Don’t worry about getting their names right.”

Kristi’s face lit up. “Oh! Namjoon! You’re Jimin’s owner right?”

Jimin, who was guiding Kristi into the empty seat next to Yoongi, rolled his eyes and looked at Namjoon expectantly.

Namjoon smiled easily. “Yup, that’s me.”

“Ah! It’s so nice to meet you. I think it’s so great that you give Jimin so much freedom.”

“Hmm yeah he’s really the best,” Jimin said, pulling up a chair.

Yoongi looked less than happy about entertaining this newcomer, and he seemed less and less impressed as she talked.

Jin seemed to notice Yoongi’s attitude as well, because Alina saw Jin shift, probably kicking Yoongi under the table considering the dirty look Yoongi shot him. Tae and Hobi picked up the social slack, asking Kristi about what she did and where she was from.

Jungkook didn’t seem very interested in talking to the girl, either, so Alina guessed she should be more welcoming to compensate.

“So your guys met at the gym?” she asked.

“Yeah!” Kristi said, smiling. “I heard really good things about the dance classes there. I honestly had no idea it would be taught by a hybrid,” she laughed.

“We’re very lucky to have him an instructor,” Hobi said, smiling.

“Wait a second — you haven’t taken one of my classes yet, Alina! How did I let you wiggle out of that,” Jimin said.

Alina snorted. “Jimin you teach advanced dance classes. I’d be a danger to myself and others if you tried putting me in one of those.”

“Nah you’ll be fine. Jungkook can help you. He’s been getting really good. I’ll need to start sabotaging him at this rate. I can’t let my subordinate surpass me too fast.”

“Subordinate? I’m a full trainer now. Doesn’t that make us equals?”

“Certainly not in my studio.”

The night went on from there, but Jimin and Kristi didn’t stay very long. Jimin said something about having an early morning, which Alina knew was a lie. They were giving him a ride to Jin and Yoongi’s in the late afternoon, which was his only obligation. She couldn’t tell if Jimin was creating a morning-after excuse or if he really liked Kristi and was impatient to go home with her. She supposed it could be both.

“You know, I don’t get why he keeps going out with girls like that,” Namjoon said after the front door closed.

“Hot blonds from the gym, you mean?” Tae asked.

“I mean girls who are never going to take him seriously,” Namjoon said, shooting Tae a look.

“Yeah but if he doesn’t want anything serious either, what’s the harm?”

Namjoon acquiesced, but Yoongi huffed, looking more than a little irritated. “Aside from the braincells he’s losing every time she opens her mouth?”

“Come on Yoongi, I wouldn’t go that far,” Jin said.

“You liked her then?”

“Well no, but if Jimin wants her around we should be respectful of that. And calling her stupid isn’t called for.”

Yoongi leaned forward in his seat, eyes narrowed. “Having people like that in his life is harmful. She talked about Jimin’s freedom like it was an earned favor, not something he deserved. If you hear that kind of shit too often you’ll start to believe it.”

Alina kept quiet throughout the whole exchange, feeling like it wasn’t her place to weigh in. But then Yoongi’s eyes found hers, and she broke out in the kind of cold sweat she’d have before getting cold-called in class.

“What did you think of her Alina?”

Ah. That explains the cold sweat.

“Come on Yoongi. You clearly already have an opinion. Don’t put her on the spot,” Jungkook said, brows drawn together.

“You don’t have to share if you don’t want to,” Yoongi said, addressing her and not taking Jungkook’s bait to engage him instead.

I mean…she was ok,” Alina said, albeit a bit hesitantly. “I think I’d want to ask Jimin what he thinks of her before I made any real opinion, though.”

“Very good point Alina,” Hobi said, cutting through the tension.

Alina took the opportunity to stop talking, letting Hobi redirect the conversation. Even if she’d meant what she said, Alina honestly hadn’t liked the girl very much, for the very reason Yoongi just cited. But her stomach had twisted when he said it. What ground did she have to stand on? Not an hour earlier she’d let her coworker talk about Jungkook like he was subhuman right in front of him. Her stomach turned thinking about it.

Her train of thought was interrupted by the feeling of Jungkook’s fingers finding hers under the table. She squeezed his hand and refocused on the conversation at hand. Thankfully they’d moved on from Kristi and were talking about tomorrow’s dinner instead.

Two hours later, most of the marshmallows and much of the hot chocolate were gone, and everyone but Namjoon and Jin had swapped out their hot drinks in favor of beer.

Jungkook had an arm around the back of Alina’s chair and was currently talking about something with Tae. Alina hadn’t caught what Tae had said, but she couldn’t help but smile when she watched Jungkook’s nose scrunch and his eyes crinkle with laughter.

Jin was the first to get up, stretching out his back as he did. “Alright, you guys are gonna have to scram. I want to lock up and get home.”

Tae and Hobi whined in protest but started getting up.

“We can give you a ride home, Tae,” Namjoon said. “Yoongi, would you mind driving Jungkook and Alina?”

“Oh that’s ok,” Alina said, not wanting to be a bother.

“Speak for yourself,” Jungkook said. “It’s too cold and the train stop is outdoors.”

Alina knew he was more worried about her than himself, but before she could protest Yoongi stopped her. “We can drive you. It’s no problem. You can help clean up if it’ll make you feel better.”

“Let’s go before he recruits us for free labor, too,” Tae said, nudging Namjoon to the door.

Tae, Hobi, and Namjoon make their way out of the restaurant, leaving Jk and Alina to help with the mess. Alina took the two teapots into the kitchen and Yoongi followed with the mugs. He set them down next to the sink and leaned against the counter as Alina rinsed the hot chlorate pot.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable before when I asked about Kristi,” he said, watching her closely, the same way he always did when he spoke with her. “If it means anything, I was honestly just interested in your opinion. It wasn’t a test.”

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable,” Alina assured him, even though she was pretty sure it has been a test.

Yoongi just nodded but didn’t make any move to leave. Alina didn’t know how the dishwasher worked, so she started washing the mugs by hand instead.

“In any case, you were right. Jimin is his own person. I shouldn’t dismiss a relationship that Jimin cares about, not when I don’t have enough information about it.”

Alina paused. “You were right, too,” she said, keeping her eyes on the cup in her hand.

She saw Yoongi cross his arms out of the corner of her eye. “Well, I’m glad I didn’t make you feel too awkward when I asked. Hopefully that will make it easier to get back in Jungkook’s good graces,” he said in a slightly lighter voice.

“What do you mean?”

Yoongi laughed. “He watched me like a guard dog for the rest of the night.”

Before Alina could respond, Jungkook and Jin entered the kitchen. Jungkook looked between Alina and Yoongi, clearly trying to gauge how the interaction was going.

“Don’t worry I’m not trying to scare her away,” Yoongi said, pushing off the counter.

Jin opened the industrial dishwasher and came to her side. “We’ll still need to put these through the washer, but thanks for rinsing them.”

Once all the dishes were taken care of, the four of them got their coats and headed out to Jin’s car.

*****

Jungkook unlocked the door to the lobby as quickly as possible. Jin and Yoongi had given them a ride home, but Alina was already bouncing on the balls of her feet in an effort to stay warm.

He got the door open and guided Alina inside first. She let out an appreciative sigh once they were in the relative warmth of the building. Jungkook’s hands itched to pull her to him, but he waited until they were in the privacy of the stairwell, away from the lobby’s large glass windows, to grab her hand.

He pulled her closer, ready to stop if she made any protest.

Alina only giggled as he gently pushed her against the wall at the base of the stairs, letting his hands sit on her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck like it was the easiest thing in the world.

“Thank you for taking me to Jin’s tonight,” she said softly.

“You had fun?” Jungkook asked.

Alina nodded. His face was close enough to hers that he could feel the chill clinging to her cheeks and hair.

Without thinking, he dipped his head down to her neck, burying his own cold face against her warm skin. She smelled so good. His mind fogged with a heady feeling - something halfway between pleasure and relief. Alina had gasped when his face made contact, but she’d only proceeded to pull him in closer. He kissed her just below her ear. When that didn’t feel like enough, he sucked and nipped at the same spot, arms wrapped tightly around her middle.

“Jungkook,” Alina gasped out his name.

Fuck. He wanted her to keep saying his name. He was about to tell her as much when they heard the lobby door open.

Jungkook pulled away fast, putting a painful amount of space between them. Alina politely acknowledged the neighbor who’d interrupted them, then looked back at Jungkook. Her lips were pursed like she was holding in a laugh.

The tension melted away from him, and he couldn’t help but grin.

“Let’s go upstairs,” she said, taking his hand again. Alina lead him up to their floor, their footsteps thudding against the carpeted hallway. The scent of the apartment became increasingly distinct as they approach the door.

Jungkook let Alina do the unlocking and followed in after her, kicking off his shoes and pushing them towards the mat.

“Do you want to watch a movie before we go to bed? There’s probably some good Christmas stuff on TV,” Alina said as she hung her bag on the back of a chair.

A part of him desperately wanted to just crawl into bed with her for the rest of the evening. Maybe he could kiss her some more, too. But another part of him wanted to savor the night for as long as possible. And sitting up with Alina on their first Christmas Eve together — his first real Christmas Eve, felt like something he didn’t want to miss either.

“A movie sounds nice. I can make popcorn.”

Alina beamed. “Ok, let me get changed and we can pick something.”

Jungkook was already in sweatpants and a long sleeve T, so he got started with the snacks. Once the popcorn was in the microwave, he plugged in the Christmas lights and sat down heavily on the couch. He flipped through some channels but didn’t see anything that caught his eye. Most of the movies seemed to require some sort of childhood nostalgia, which he didn’t have. Even when he was with his old pack, he never had frequent access to things like television. It hadn’t bothered him; he didn’t know anything else.

Memories pulled at him. It was surreal to think of them now, sitting in a room that smelled like safety and peace and warmth. He hadn’t known those things could even have a smell.

There had been no warm reprieves during the winters of his childhood. They moved at the same pace they always did, roaming. His body ached thinking about it. And the midwinter bonfires…those had been a celebration of brutality. Of relentless cold. Of blood.

He didn’t miss his family. He hated them - for what they did to others as much as for what they did to him. But he remembered a time when he did miss them. He remembered those first few weeks on his own, when he was still horribly young, when the ground was still frozen. He’d wanted his pack. He’d wanted someone to help him, to comfort him, to tell him it would be ok and what he had to do. As merciless as his pack had been, they’d been the ones to raise him, protect him, say they loved him.

He jerked his chin up, staring at the TV, throat feeling tight. He knew what would happen if he cared on like this. Guilt and panic would consume him.

He started flipping through the channels faster, trying to better occupy his mind. Alina deserved to have a perfect, calm Christmas Eve, even if he didn’t. He couldn’t let his baggage ruin it for her.

He flipped through the channels faster and faster, barely registering their content.

“Find anything?” Alina asked as she emerged from their room in sweats and a three quarter zip-up.

“Ah, no, not really,” he said, clearing his throat.

“Hm. You know what’s kind of a good Christmas movie? Harry Potter. It doesn’t overwhelm you with holiday cheer, but it has some nice winter scenes. Would you be into that?” she asked as she opened the microwave.

“I’ve never seen it,” Jungkook admitted.

“Oh, we should definitely try it then. Just tell me if you don’t like it. Elf can be our plan B. That one’s a comedy.”

Alina settled down on the couch next to him, sitting criss cross with the popcorn in her lap. She glanced at him, face growing more serious when she took a moment to study his.

“You ok?” She asked, clearly attempting to sound curious instead of worried.

He tried to better school his features, not knowing what had given him away. “Yeah, of course.”

Alina regarded him for a moment, then said, “okay, but we don’t have to stay up, you know. I’m just as happy to turn in.”

She could tell he was about to protest, but she added “before you say anything, I just want to tell you…this time of year isn’t easy for everyone. It’s not always easy for me. That’s okay. I’m not saying you’re the same way…but just in case you are, you deserve to be gentle with yourself. And I’m here if you want to talk. Or not talk.”

Jungkook felt his body sag at her words. He didn’t deserve gentleness, he knew that, but Alina was always gentle with him, and her words somehow loosened some of the tightness in his chest.

“I’m ok. I want to stay up a bit longer,” he said, meets her gaze.

Alina smiled, relaxing against the couch. Jungkook leaned back, too. He felt a bit better, but the brief episode had left him feeling raw. He hoped that she’d get closer once the movie started.

Unfortunately, she stayed where she was. Her knee rested against his thigh, but that was the only point of contact. He knew he shouldn’t be so greedy. Sitting with her should be enough. But he’d been spoiled with physical contact lately. Instead of dwelling on it, he tried to give his attention to the movie in front of him. As distracted as he was, he appreciated Alina’s choice. He especially liked the scenes with the train and the walk through diagon ally.

Just as he was getting immersed in the plot, Alina’s head fell to his shoulder. Jungkook tried to peer down at her face to gauge how sleepy she was.

“Alina?”

“Hm.”

“Do you want to go to bed?”

“Not yet,” she mumbled. “Wanna stay out here with our tree a little longer.”

Jungkook smiled. Their tree. In their house.

“Here…” he said, shifting away from her briefly to move onto the longer part of the sectional. He grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and made room between his legs for her to sit, reaching for her. She took the invitation without hesitation, resting her back against his chest and her head against his shoulder.

Jungkook liked this arrangement much better. He put his arms around her middle, interlacing his fingers on her belly. He attempted to return his focus to the movie, but his mind kept wandering. She was wearing so many damn layers. He wondered if Alina would be annoyed if he put his hands under her shirt.

The thought made him cringe internally. He really didn’t mean it in a pervy way. He’d done it before, just to feel more of her skin when they were in bed, but never up the front of her shirt. Well…there were a few times where they woke up that way…but that was a little different.

He put his nose in her hair, breathing her in. He trusted her to tell him no if she didn’t want him to. Slowly, he unlaced his fingers and brought them to the bottom of her sweater. He slid his hands just under the hem. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, so he was met with warm, soft skin. He sighed, moving one hand up so it could rest against her ribs and the other down to her hip over her sweats. There was no way he would risk sliding his hand down her pants, not yet, and not when he didn’t have active encouragement from her.

She hadn’t made any noises of protest about the hand under her shirt, which Jungkook took as a good sign.

Unless…shit…unless she was asleep.

“Alina?”

“Yeah?”

He let out a breath, releasing the anxious tension in his shoulders. “Is this ok?”

“Yeah,” she replied, a smile in her voice. She brought her hand up and under her shirt to rest on top of his. “Thank you - for checking,” she continued, voice low but alert. “But you don’t have to.”

“Ok,” he said, tightening his grip on her.

They ended up falling asleep like that, curled up under the blanket, arms and legs intertwined. Jungkook woke up an hour later and carried Alina to bed. He kept her close as he settled in next to her on the bed, pulling the comforter up to Alina’s chin. Her curtains were still open, and Jungkook looked out the window with heavy lids. From this angle, he could only see the orange street lamp that glowed silently in the chilled night air. The sky was so dark that he hadn’t noticed it before, but now he saw soft white snowflakes float past the illumination of the lamp.

Snow. The first snow of the season.

* * * * *

“It’s a little risky coming into the city so soon, isn’t it?”

The Pack leader didn’t respond, so Adrian didn’t say anything else. They hadn’t been back to this area in almost a decade, and now, for some undisclosed reason, they were lingering. Adrian knew better than to question her, the whole pack did, given what had occurred here all those years ago.

The rest of the pack was still deep in the forest north of the city, but the Pack leader at recruited Adrian to approach the city limits with her. Instead of shifting, they’d taken motorcycles, which should have indicated something was off. He’d kept his mouth shut even as she’d let him well beyond the limits and into the heart of the city.

At some point she’d stopped and parked her bike on the street, leaving Adrian to follow as she entered a public garden.

He was nervous. The park was deserted, the whole city felt deserted at this time of night, but taking these kinds of risks for no reason…it didn’t make any sense. He watched as the Pack leader stopped, looking around the empty park. Snow fell softly all around them, contrasting sharply with her dark hair. Adrian ground his teeth. She wasn’t even wearing anything to cover her ears.

She walked over to a tree and crouched down. Adrian followed, more interested in keeping an eye out for passer-biers.

He heard ambulance sirens wail in the distance. “Leader. Please forgive my insistence, but I see no reason to be here.”

She turned, gazing at him with serene, cold eyes. Adrian suppressed a shudder. The wind rustled the silvery blond strands of hair amongst the black. Before he could roll his words back, she turned away from him, staring at the ground beneath the tree.”

“You see no reason to be here?”

“I…I didn’t mean it like that. I’m only wondering why we’re taking this kind of risk. The whole pack is nervous about staying here for so long.”

The woman once again stayed quiet, staring at the tree for a while longer. Finally, she rose, looking back at the footpath. “We won’t be leaving anytime soon.”

“What?”

She ignored his question, walking towards the path. “I think our pack deserves a well earned break, don’t you?”

Adrian didn’t know how to answer.

“And besides,” she continued, “I’ve always liked this city. So close to the wilderness. How unique.”

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DBZ Fic Saiyan History: An Overview by Daokin, 3rd Class

Fandom: Dragon Ball (Z, GT, Super) Characters: Yamoshi (mentioned), The Vegeta Lineage (mentioned), Bardock (mentioned) Word Count: 5704 Warnings: Character death. Referenced violence and warfare, Massively AU, Canon vs Fanon, Akira Toriyama Has No Sense Of Scale (And I foolishly try to fix it)

Summary: May Rutaba and Yamoshi guide our race to glory among the stars.

Notes: I wrote this in around three days motivated solely by spite. Did you know Saiyans only ruled planet Vegeta for, like, half a decade? And the Vegeta line only stretches back TWO generations? I did. And now I'm filled with nerdish anger.

I always felt slighted that DBZ never really had a space traveling arc outside of the Frieza saga and maybe GT, and any time space was talked about in show the scale was ridiculous. You could reach the edge of the universe in a day, in one of the movies.

Anyway, this whole silly endeavor started because I wanted to write a Planet Vegeta never explodes/The Saiyans don't work for the PTO AU. And when I went to research the Tuffles and Yamoshi's legend I stumbled upon the official Daizenshuu timeline and had my very delicate suspension of disbelief shattered utterly. And thus...... This. It's all fanon and conjecture on my part, with a dash of abusing sub/dub inconsistencies (like yamoshi appearing either 1000yrs ago or 3000yrs ago), but for my purposes, it works. Take it all with a grain of salt.

Final note. I'm ignoring all the time patroller stuff for the most part. So Xenoverse and Heroes don't apply to this au. Read it here or on ao3 for better formatting

Salada Golden Period(circa. 3000 years ago)BCA 2240

Modern, pre-space faring period.

In terms of advancement, it’d probably be half a century or so more advanced than humanity’s current society on Seeded Planet 359, colloquially known as Earth. Incidentally, there are some similarities with Earth’s ancient pre-space faring cultures, namely Roman and Greek city-states in terms of infrastructure and politics.

At this point, there's no central government. Large clans absorb smaller clans in a complex fiefdom of constantly rearranging territories.

BCA 1840

Some 400 centuries after, Overlord Yasai conquered and unified most other clans and their territories after a prolonged period of infighting. It pacified the infighting for several decades, but Yasai’s brutal, totalitarian policies caused their own internal problems.

BCA 1790

An upstart Warlord named Rutaba challenged Yasai for change. It’s not clear if he won, but his actions contributed to a unified central government in which Saiyan citizens could participate.

Salada and Saiyans

Brief overview

Modern evolved Saiyans have been on Salada 400,000 years. Civilization, as it was known before their mass exodus of the planet, was around for an estimated 12,000 years.

Salada native, pre-Dark Age Saiyans had long life spans, with particularly powerful, healthy Saiyan’s living to at least 800. Loss of information and vital data archives makes it unknown if lifespan estimate can be lengthened.

It was during the last 3,000 years of Salada’s existence that many advancements and cultural shifts took place.

In the Saiyan home solar system, Salada was the perfect distance from its parent star to reflect a perfect amount of Blutz waves from the moon. Adding to the rarity of full moons, coming once or twice every century, Saiyans transformed into Great Apes retain all sense of self. Though naturally and culturally conditioned to seek improvement and challenge through battle, the balanced intake of Blutz waves made Salada Saiyans less aggressive overall than compared to their Planet Vegeta and post-Dark Age descendants.

Planet Salada itself was naturally abundant with resources and wildlife. Its large size supported a plethora of climates, regions, and a diverse terrain. Even during population and technology booms, along with massive Saiyan appetites, Salada remained able to support its occupants.

Birth of Yamoshi

BCA 1540

Not enough information remains in Data Archive to accurately confirm, but Yamoshi seems to have come from a distant branch of the Yasai Clan tree. Possibly related to Overlord Yasai.

A hypothesis from historians posits Yamoshi’s lineage also includes a link to the Rutaba Clan

Separating Fact from FictionAccounts of a Golden Warrior from the post-Golden AgeFrom the files of Daokin, 3rd Class Historian. Age 729

Little is known about Yamoshi, despite his long, varied life. In the chaos of Salada’s last few decades, not all historical accounts made it into the Saiyan Ark’s data bank. Time, distance, and outside influences have corrupted certain data files and entirely lost others.

What data has survived bolsters certain empirical evidence from witness accounts, though possibly somewhat embellished with folklore elements.

Considering his possible lineage, Yamoshi is hypothesized to be the son of lesser royalty. Though there are many accounts of his varied travels, it’s impossible to determine if he was an Ambassador of sorts or merely a renegade aristocrat looking for adventure.

What is known, however, is Yamoshi’s actions gained him five companions, each powerful Saiyans of note. Much of their backgrounds are lost to time, but what survives suggests they were all from varying clans and castes, but extremely respected in their endeavors.

There are many testaments to Yamoshi having an honorable disposition, yet a few accounts hint at a mischievous and determined personality.

During Salada’s most turbulent years, Yamoshi and the five other Saiyans are the ones responsible for managing to suppress the initial aggressive outbursts from Blutz wave infected Saiyans.

Space EraTechnological Boom (200 years later)BCA 1590

Evidence of an Advanced Race is found. Further investigation reveals Advanced Race as possible Seeders, releasing their DNA on viable worlds in hope distant descendants will evolve there.

Saiyan spacefaring begins to close-by neighboring planets in the solar system and star system. Scientists work to learn more about their Seeder Precursors.

Cosmic Disturbance Looms

Renewed civil unrest

BCA 1240

A neighboring sister sun in the closest solar system begins to give off an unprecedented amount of energy. Solar flares and emissions begin to have disastrous effects on Salada’s home solar system, shorting out technology and disturbing the delicate Blutz wave output.

Any plans to colonize planets in the current solar system and star cluster is put on hold.

The unpredictable surge of Blutz waves creates an uptick in aggressiveness. Pockets of infighting begin away from capitals. Fear for the future spreads.

A massive lash of solar energy during a rare lunar event sends the 1/4 of the population into a berserker state. Mass casualties. Panic and anger sew the seeds of a civil war.

Attempts to pacify populous is met with mixed results.

Exoplanet colonization plans are reopened when scientists discover a star map left behind by Advanced Seeder Race. Locations of viable, possibly genetically compatible, evolutionary similar life-supporting planets are found. As the civil unrest grows and star system situation worsens, a new plan for a large, race saving Ark is drawn up.

The scramble for resources to construct an unprecedentedly large starship capable of voyaging through unexplored dark space begins just as war breaks out.

Certain individuals of strength from various walks of life band together to stifle the fighting. As the Blutz wave influx gets stronger, their efforts become less effective.

The Saiyan Ark is finished just at the peak of fighting, which is beginning to have a disastrous impact on the planet. Scientists estimate the neighboring sun’s next massive energy outburst will have dire consequences for the entire cluster, Salada will not be spared, even if it survives the fighting.

The rush to fill the Ark with a varied populace begins. Resources and gear to survive the long voyage and subsequent landing on Seeded planets are loaded.

A direct Yasai clan successor is among those chosen to go into cryo.

Ascension in DeathYamoshi Becomes LegendBCA 1190

Yamoshi, leader of the pacifying group is nearly overtaken by Blutz wave affected Saiyans. To protect the Saiyan Ark while finishing preparations, he had led a full assault on the devolved, berserker state Saiyans infected by overexposure to Blutz waves. By now, most of the population not protected by Salada’s capital were afflicted by Blutz waves, the odds Yamoshi was up against were astronomical.

Many of Yamoshi’s pacifying group were killed in the conflict, but he and his five companions managed to lead their soldiers into pinning back the aggressive Saiyans far from the capital’s borders, holding the line far away from the Ark.

The standstill did not last long, a break is formed in the protective circle as several Saiyans reach an unnatural Great Ape transformation through the Blutz waves despite no full moon. With no other alternative, Yamoshi and his five companions return to the Ark and warn the remaining unaffected Saiyans to take off while they launch another assault with no hope for survival.

Determined and set on course for what is almost assuredly a suicide mission, Yamoshi and his companions band once more together to buy as much time as they are able.

Just before take off, Blutz wave infected berserker Saiyans nearly destroy all hope of take off for the Ark. It is saved only when Yamoshi unlocked an unprecedented level of power, ascending forms into a Golden Warrior that the Ark can safely leave Salada.

A 787 Year Long Voyage BeginsUncharted Dark Space, Salada Home System Destruction, and Near ExtinctionBCA 1180 - BCA 403

Though Saiyans had been beginning to explore their solar system and star system with a fair degree in success, they were nonetheless ill-prepared for a venture such as this. Even with revamped FTL engine designs based on Seeder Precursor technology found and the translated star maps, without any warp gates or reliable knowledge of what lied in wait in the darkness of the stars, there was slim hope they’d all survive the centuries-long drift.

Harsh galactic elements, dwindling resources, and other obstacles make space travel fraught with chances of utter failure. Even running on revolving skeleton crews while the rest of the population sleeps, there was little that could be done in the event of a disaster.

Even with lengthy lifespans and hearty physiologies, Saiyans skeleton crews were not mentally or emotionally equipped for prolonged, comparatively slow space travel. With much trepidation, they eventually set the Ark on autopilot, following the preprogrammed charted path towards the nearest seeded planet. The Ark’s population monitoring programs were also adjusted; in the event of critically low supplies, life support will cut off non-critical persons and redirect resources to both younger civilians and important crew.

This turned out to be a wise choice when several centuries in the Ark collided with space debris and lost valuable resources along with a batch of sleepers.

Anomalous Energy Detected Est. BCA 975

About 200 years into the voyage, the Ark’s sensors pick up a massive explosion of energy originating from Salada. The cause of the energy is unknown, but consensus says the unstable neighboring sun wasn't the culprit.

Point of No Return, Saiyan Home System is Destroyed Est. BCA 844

Unstable Sun gives off another dangerous flare, the energy readings far eclipsing previous outputs, triggering a chain reaction. Entire star system takes massive damage. In the unlikely event Salada managed to survive the infighting and previous energy emissions, there was little hope the planet would survive that final pulse.

Planet Fall on Planet Plant10 years after reaching Tuffle Home SystemBCA 393

Destination reached at last. The Saiyan Ark has finally made it to a Seeded world, there was hope for survival after centuries of strife.

However, the landing had its own complications. The Ark had sustained massive damage on it way into the system, losing several hundred sleeper pods, some housing leaders and Saiyans in positions of authority or holding critical knowledge. Though pre-take off designs had implemented each sleeper pod with its own nav system towards the Ark’s destination and its own limited resources, there was no guaranteed chance of survival. Of the pods lost, only 34% made it to Planet Plant intact. Of that number, only 28% of their passengers survived.

Upon atmospheric entry, the Saiyan Ark collided with the in-progress Tuffle orbiting Dyson band, inflicting damages and casualties to both races. The collision veered the Ark off course causing the massive starship to crashland in the arid red deserts of Plant, several Kilometers from a large Tuffle metropolis.

Saiyan Dark Age400 years of lost culture, costs of acclimatization.BCA 394 - BCA 3

The journey through Dark Space had taken its toll on the Saiyan Ark and its inhabitants.

Not only was a sizable percentage of the limited population lost, but electrical storms and the rough landing had damaged many of the starship’s computers, losing large chunks of valuable information. What resources were left that didn’t get used or lost en route was wouldn’t support the surviving population, even small as it now was.

Another unforeseen, problem was the effects of the latent Blutz wave overexposure. Combined with the prolonged cryo sleep and depleted nutrients meant generations of unprecedented Saiyan health problems that would linger at a genetic level.

Increased aggression, mental and hormonal imbalances, drastically shortened lifespans, and reduced fertility were among the most prevalent ramifications.

From a cultural perspective, many things were lost as well. A majority of lives lost en route to Plant had been older Saiyans through a combination of resource rerouting and other factors. 67% of the sleepers that awoke on Planet Plant were Saiyans in their early adolescence to early adulthood.

On top of the changes brought on by unbalanced hormones on a new planet, young Saiyans were left without enough elders in authority who could offer guidance through this turbulent period of settlement. Few of the survivors were mature enough to help the younger or new generations cope with natural biological and emotional changes, let alone the unnatural changes brought on Blutz wave overexposure and prolonged cryo sleep.

An even greater detriment would be insufficient technically skilled Saiyans. While on Salada, many Saiyan’s had lived partly on the fat of the land, yet modern, technological convenience still played a major part in even the most simple aspects of society. The rough reentry had damaged part of the Ark hull where Saiyan’s most suited to help the population settle had been sleeping.

Though they had brought along DNA banks of viable food sources like livestock and produce, they had little means to produce them, even if they had landed in a more fertile area

While the surviving Ark crew attempted to salvage what they could, there was little to do for the star ship’s damaged computers and archive banks. Art, sciences, family trees and bloodlines, key documents, and various more would be lost for years to come.

Stripped of the advantage of several millennia's worths of knowledge, the Saiyan survivors would have to make do with word of mouth instruction, hard work, instinct, and the goodwill of their new world-mates.

Settling In and Continued Losses

Planet Plant was not kind to its new residents. For the Saiyans of Salada, who were used to an abundance of natural resources brought by plentiful jungles, the harsh, barren deserts of Plant could provide little.

Already weakened from the prolonged sleep, it didn’t take long for several Saiyans to go into critical condition due to starvation and malnutrition.

And still, others had begun having unexplained, violent outbursts. It was quickly discovered those with more moderate to severe cases of latent Blutz wave overexposure were susceptible to heightened ambient Blutz waves generated by Plant’s twin suns. Already pumping out an imbalance of aggressive hormones from the increased exposure back home, the surviving Saiyan’s biology had no time to slowly acclimatize to Plant’s sudden assault on their endocrine system. Over time, the increased Blutz waves would affect every Saiyan on Plant, continuing on to affect subsequent generations as well. It was an unideal outcome, but one they could do little about.

From insufficient food, shelter, and medical care, Saiyan numbers began to falter. Lifespan estimates soon followed.

However, Saiyans are resilient. They pushed on through by whatever means necessary, yet it would be generations before they could truly make Planet Plant a hospitable home.

First ContactForging RelationsBCA 394 - BCA 3

Tuffles were not unmoved by the plight of their new neighbors, yet they were still cautious. The average Saiyan stood a full head and shoulders above most Tuffles, possessed large predatory fangs, and were several times stronger, even weakened. Still, the Tuffles sent out aid in the form of food, water, and supplies.

Eventually, due to the Saiyan’s current inability to repair their Ark, the Tuffles negotiated a trade: Ark components in exchange for Tuffle technology (namely food processors, agriculture and livestock based genetic modification, and small-scale terraforming tech).

While the Tuffles had already mastered limited space flight, they’d yet to perfect FTL engines. The Ark along with recovered Seeder Precursor data would launch their technology decades ahead. So much so, that their ambitious Dyson band was completed in half the time of their previous best estimate. Within this time period, Tuffles would advance even beyond their own expectations, converting the singular energy harnessing Dyson band into two gigantic scale orbiting stations. If Planet Plant was viewed from their moon, it would appear to have two planetary rings.

In a show of good will, the Tuffles had used a combination of replication and cloning technology to salvage, and in some cases cross breed DNA of Salada life forms, slowly introducing it to Plant’s ecosystems. Several species of Salada livestock and plant life were once again made available to Saiyans, genetically improved to support Saiyan metabolism even while on emergency rationing. The Saiyan starvation epidemic was drawn to a slow halt now that they had a limited, but nutrition and calorie-packed food source.

It not only gave Saiyans a chance to be self-sufficient, but it allowed the two races to maintain a respectable distance from each other. There was much to do before either side would regain some semblance of normal.

Tuffle ExpansionReaching the StarsAge 217

While combing through the Ark’s recovered databanks, Tuffle scientists restored as information as they could. By orders of their King, they were to especially be on the lookout for references to The Seeder Precursors, seeing as they were possibly the Tuffles’ ancestors as well as the Saiyans’.

Seeing as their Technology Age was already far eclipsed many other sapient species around their current age, the Tuffles decided to combine the wealth of information they received with their advanced capabilities and literally reach for the stars. While certain aspects of the Saiyan technology were less advanced, the fact that only several generations ago Saiyans were once seasoned star voyagers and colonizers put the Tuffles behind several centuries.

It was a gap they were most eager to close, for various reasons.

With the completion of their two orbiting stations and the harnessing of near limitless renewable, clean energy, the Tuffles set their sights high. Close by, just beyond the solar system they had surveyed and marked several exoplanets with habitable atmospheres; each an excellent opportunity to expand.

Starships when under construction, routes were charted and teams underwent exceedingly difficult training all in preparation for the upcoming journey. It wasn’t long until the first fleets and Exploration teams left the safety of Plant in search of an expanded frontier. Every Tuffle left on Planet waited with bated breath as the Exploration team sent back data compiled from the journey as well as each individual landing.

While given longer to prepare under favorable circumstances, along with a much smaller distance between destinations, the Tuffles found colonizing new planets to be more of a challenge than previously expected.

Some planets had climates and terrains that, while technically livable, would be difficult to settle. When scientists back home got word of the slow progress settling, they got together with politicians, financial backers, and the Exploration teams to come up with a plan of action to speed things up.

The answer came in the form of the Saiyans.

Upliftment or ServitudeAge 224

Despite the unbelievable strife the Saiyans had gone through, they showed marked improvement. With Plant as their new home, both pre and post-Salada born Saiyans would never quite be the same as their ancestors, yet their eventual adaptation to their surroundings was nothing short of phenomenal. Due to the extreme climates of Plant’s vast desert areas and dangers associated, Tuffles never bothered to settle far beyond the natural borders of their plentiful oases, and yet Saiyans, once the starvation crisis was addressed, had managed to nearly adapt overnight. Blutz wave overexposure or no, all Saiyans were sturdy and survivalist, taming the harsh lands and building small if low-tech, villages that were meant to last.

That adaptability, along with their immense strength gave one Tuffle scientist an idea.

After the initial first contact and aid given in return for valuable data, Tuffles and Saiyans seemed to have come to a mutual, somewhat unspoken agreement of indifference towards one another. It was somewhat exacerbated by the races’ first shared full moon, many Tuffles made wary by the Saiyan’s large, imposing transformations. But it seemed it was time to once again open up methods of communication. Another deal was struck, the rerelease of reconstructed Archive Data from the Saiyan Ark in return for help on the expansion of the Tuffle Frontier.

With their powerful bodies and quick ability to adapt to various environments, the Saiyans would act as the heavy movers and shakers in paving the way to settle more unruly landscapes. As if controlled by muscle memory from another time, Saiyans seemed to slide right back into the motions of space travel and territory expansion despite most Saiyans having never even set foot on a starship before.

It was an exciting time for all parties involved. Once again, progress marched forward at a speed Tuffle scientists never dared dream of. As for the Saiyans, the chance to test themselves against new challenges and return to their place beyond the stars beckoned them forward with little hesitation.

Things were moving for the Saiyans who stayed in the desert as well. Even with the Saiyan Dark Age officially ending just over 200 years ago, the release of data files was the most effective balm on Saiyan culture. From technical blueprints and scientific dissertations to a surprising amount of literature and history texts, the Saiyans were awash with the rediscovery of their culture. In fact, the emergence of the Cultivar Historia— a data drive containing notable lineages and bloodlines or cultivars — would soon play a major role in the future of Planet Plant.

And yet, what goes up must come back down. Back on the expanding frontiers, the Tuffle exploration teams were being urged to speed up their already incredible progress. Much of their speed in settling frontier worlds depended on the skill and effort of their Saiyan counterparts once Tuffle teams finished time extensive terrain scanning to ensure the safest route of action. But at the behest of their superiors, the exploration team slowly began to lessen the amount of preliminary scanning on new worlds, sending out Saiyan teams without extensive knowledge of potential dangers or obstacles. In the end, Tuffle superiors got the numbers they wished for, exoplanets settled and viable at an exponential rate, but at the cost of dozens of Saiyan teams.

While Planet Plant, and in particular Tuffle cities, were being flooded with resources and myriad of cosmic treasures, the Saiyan death toll began to quietly rise.

A New LineageThe Rise of the First VegetaAge 276

Since their landing on Plant, Saiyans had adopted a more tribalistic way of life, with descending from a combination of modified military ranks and individual skill level. The higher in rank you were on the Saiyan Ark, the more likely you were to assume a leadership position after landing, with a similar outcome if you were equipped with skills that would help the population survive various obstacles during difficult periods. It was a lifestyle that more or less remained unchanged as the centuries rolled by on Plant, however, the appearance of the Cultivar Historia brought another, more obscure facet to leadership:

Bloodlines.

It was revealed that, barring a few cases, most of the Saiyans currently holding positions of authority were able to trace their family history to cultivars listed in the Historia. However, none would hold so impressive an ancestor to their name other than Vegeta the First, an off-world team leader on a particularly treacherous exoplanet. An exoplanet that had claimed the lives of at least half a dozen Saiyan teams in the process of settling it. When Vegeta returned home to Plant bearing the news of more losses, he was informed of his connection to Salada Royalty. Fitting, as his name was a modern translation of Overlord Yasai’s.

Burdened by the loss of many strong Saiyan lives and now in possession of this new information, Vegeta would formulate a plan for the future of his race.

Not even half a year later would Vegeta set his plan into motion, rallying both on-world and off-world Saiyans together under one goal: Saiyan Dominance.

Saiyan RevoltClaiming the PlanetAge 277 - Age 287

When news of a Saiyan in the frontier had been killed by a Tuffle after an unexpected complication during a routine mineral site survey, Vegeta used the resulting outrage to spark a mass protest against the Tuffles’ continued disregard for the Saiyans.

Leaving the deserts to march into the Tuffle metropolis where the Royal Tuffle family ruled, Vegeta, backed by the flames of Saiyan discontent from his large group, challenged the king to a formal audience to listen to their grievances. However, the Tuffles took this as an act of aggression and stopped their advancement with a large cadre of guards. Vegeta, out of patience and taking this as a refusal to hear his people out, decided there was no possible avenue for diplomacy and signaled his group for a preemptive strike.

That was the start of a war that would last ten years. Both sides would take heavy casualties, however, Tuffle cities and civilians would take the brunt of the carnage as the entire planet became a battleground. While the Saiyans had sheer power and increased durability to their advantage, the Tuffles compensated with their far greater numbers and technology.

Particularly detrimental to Saiyans were the Scouters, which the Tuffles used to avoid and prepare for sneak attacks or ambushes. Another crucial tool on the battle feild was Energy Siphons, technology that absorbed Saiyan battle energy in a limited radius and converted it to power barriers and heavy artillery.

Saiyans fought back with scorched earth tactics, targeting manufacturing facilities that weren't yet protected by the Tuffle military, either ceasing or slowing down production of arms and materials. They also employed pack hunting strategies to corral and guide Tuffle squads into pinned positions, after which they placed the Tuffles under continued fire, systematically destroying their Energy Siphons until they were stripped of all protection.

When word reached those who were stationed off-world of what was happening on Plant, there was an immediate divide between Saiyan teams and Tuffle Explorers, smaller scale battles ensued over the control of the outposts. There was a mixed bag of wins and losses on both sides, with the resulting winners taking command of the starships stationed on the exoplanets, loading it with resources and materials, before returning to Plant to aid their people.

The war waged on, both sides in a deadlock with contested territory constantly falling in and out of hands.

However, the stalemate wasn't long to last. Nearly 8 years into the conflict a major tide would turn as the moon reached its zenith, rising full in the sky and unleashing its full force of magnified Blutz waves, triggering transformations for Saiyans everywhere on the field. In a strange echo, Vegeta was once again en route to the Tuffle King’s encampment when the moon broke cloud cover. Breaking through the King’s protections, Vegeta slaughtered the guard station there, eradicated the royal line and took the crown. A decisive victory for the Saiyans and a death knell for the Tuffles.

Tuffle resistance became scattered and thinned out. With their king dead and a majority of their cities devastated, the Tuffle army began to lose all sense of cohesion as they were picked off. Finally, in another ironic echo, having lost all ground, the Tuffles scraped together as many survivors as they were able and made their escape off the planet in a fleet of starships. They ran to the far edge of the star cluster, to a small planet they had surveyed with long distance scan but were years away from any settlement plans.

Planet Plant now belonged to the Saiyans. Vegeta was hailed as the new King for his strength and roll in their victory and Plant was renamed in his honor.

It was now time to rebuild.

Neo Saiyan RenesainceA new culture is born from the ashesAge 337

From the day of the Saiyans’ victory, there came a 50-year long renesaince. As they rebuilt the planet and moved into abandoned Tuffle metropolises, the Saiyans also worked to blend rediscovered culture with their current culture.

First order was establishing the royal court with the newly crowned King Vegeta at its head. Those that proved themselves in battle were made generals and commanders of the newly made official Saiyan Army. Those with impressive Cultivars were also given impressive titles, such as advisors or councilors with wide jurisdiction. Still, more Saiyan individuals would make names for themselves as they repurposed Tuffle technology or updated designs on Salada blueprints.

Outside of the court, many common Saiyans began to explore a wealth of new opportunities.

Even with the long war, the material and resource surplus from off-world remained in decent condition, and Saiyans from all walks of life took advantage. The newly named Planet Vegeta was once again flooded with unceasing progress.

As the skylines rose higher, quality of life became comparable to Salada during its Space Age. Birthrates and life expectancies were also on the rise. It wasn't long into his rule that the next Vegeta was born, thus setting the stage for the new Saiyan royal line.

War on the Frontier The Start of 200 Years of Conflict Age 339

Of course, the animosity between the Saiyans and the Tuffles would not be so easily forgotten. Far off in the edges of the star cluster where the Tuffles had been forced to run, they came into contact with roving bands of unaffiliated space mercenaries. Trading what they could spare for new technology and expendable men, the Tuffles began a slow campaign to reclaim their lost exoplanets and the resources there. The aim was to build a stockpile of material in hopes of sieging Planet Vegeta to reclaim it in the future.

During the time spent rebuilding on Planet Vegeta, the Saiyans hadn’t paid much attention to their claimed exoplanets, only sparing a handful of soldiers to be stationed on each outpost to continue mining for resources. But as the Tuffles began to make their way back to their home system, the lightly guarded outpost turned out to be excellent listening posts. The stationed Saiyans sent back word of incoming hostiles, after which generals sent back reinforcement towards the various outposts.

This would be one of the first opening volleys of a series of prolonged skirmishes. The Tuffles and their occasional mercenary allies would keep the Saiyans on high guard but would fail to make any decisive wins against them. Any and all plans to launch an orbital bombardment, while occasionally working on an outpost, failed when it came to Planet Vegeta. Vegeta the Second, now a decorated general himself, had commissioned the retrofitting of the Tuffle Dyson Band into serving as the Saiyan Space Fleet’s barracks and deploy station, but also an anti-orbital defense turret.

Once again, Saiyans and Tuffles came to a deadlock in the form of a series of back and forth ground wars on various exoplanets. The Saiyans growing stronger with each battle as the Tuffles raced to make their technology more devastating, building prefab military bases with ginormous Energy Siphons that stifled battle power in large, kilometer-wide radiuses.

Though the less bloody than the first Saiyan-Tuffle war, it was no doubt costly.

ArmisticeBrokered PeaceAge 709

During the birth of Vegeta the Fifth, the intergalactic community could no longer allow things to continue as they were. Merchant and civilian class starships were being caught in the crossfire, dealing millions of credits in damages and loss of uninvolved lives. The fighting was beginning to seep outside of the star cluster, causing major disturbances in the progress in construction of a warp gate.

After an unfortunate incident in which a cruiser class starship carrying an important figure was blasted over the atmosphere of a Tuffle controlled exoplanet, the Galactic Patrol was called in to negotiate a ceasefire.

Though several generals and advisors called to show the full force of Saiyan might against the Galactic community at large, the King and his moderate members of court worried over an extented war theater while they were already locked into a conflict. Finally, after months of tense negotiation, an Armistice was declared.

At least in an official capacity. Unofficially, the Tuffles and Saiyans still fought small, undeclared skirmishes, but only on exoplanets not belonging to either side or isolated dogfights between starships.

Current Era

Age 710 - ongoing

On Planet Vegeta, progress still marches forward but at a much slower, organic rate. School and military training are heavily linked, with young Saiyans receiving a general education until their 12th year, after which from the onset of puberty onwards far into adulthood, most continue on into the military.

Birth castes factor into a Saiyan’s individual projected career path within the military, with 3rd classes typically filling in as infantry or leading small infiltration squads. 2nd class Saiyans are usually promoted to officer rank fairly soon, with the 1st class and Elite typically groomed and trained to become generals and councilmen from birth.

Should a Saiyan decide not to follow a military career, there’s some light stigma against the individual not being “Saiyan enough”, but as time lowers the genetic aggression brought on by Blutz wave overexposure, the stigma has lessened into generally light-hearted teasing. There’s also a practical reasoning in that a society would function very long with no other infrastructure beyond a military arm. And thus various other careers and academic ventures are offered elsewhere.

As our Saiyan society stands now, we are at a precipice of joining the galactic community at large. Though some argue for continued isolation from the Intergalactic Government, other say it’s only a matter of time.

Author Notes and Dedications

Daokin, 3rd Class Historian. Age 716

Well, this textbook has been a long time in the making. Since before the birth of my son Bardock, even. He’s five now, and a handful, just as brutal as his mother ( haha ). Not a day goes by that I don’t need my mate to rescue me from his roughhousing.

Speaking of my mate, thank you Commander Parsni for putting up with me as I whined more than our toddler when my deadlines loomed. I know more than once you were tempted to ( and nearly did ) frag me out my misery. Yes, but even this un-Saiyan recluse has something to live for, and my passion has always been our lost history. I hope it serves our next generations well.

May Rutaba and Yamoshi guide our race to glory among the stars.

Resources

The Salada Canticles, Vol. 3

Conflict Chronicles: An overview of notable wars in the cosmos, Argus Nox

Tracking the Past: Ancient Civilizations, Dar Ech

Cultivar Historia, Potaro, 2nd Class

Beyond Our Reach, Straba, Tuffle Scientist

#xelly writes #dragon ball z #dbz #saiyans #yamoshi dbz #saiyan culture #meta or reverse meta #please read it on ao3 or gingko

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