#goku death pose

[abyssforphantoms]

I think they landed a little too hard after being launched from the catapult.

@krillvern

Congratulations on catching me in a wildcard mood

All I could think about was the goku death pose 😭

[delicatefaedaydreams]

Bpd is crazy because one second i can get a rush of euphoria just from talking to a person and planning out our future later and then hours later im just sitting there realizing that im just so not used to people my age being kind to me that my brain just scrambles to LOVE??? LOVE. WE ARE IN LOVE NOW

Hate it here i would like to return my brain for another one or at least be put back on my mood stabilizer

[girlwhowrites-stuff]

“Hot to Go!” Vegeta X Saiyan! Fem Reader

Summary: A young Saiyan was sent to Earth from planet Vegeta by her father in a damaged spaceship - delaying her arrival by about 20 years. After an encounter with some familiar faces, Y/N joins the Z-fighters despite a strong dislike for a certain Saiyan Prince, which culminates in an interesting intervention posed by Goku.

Notes and TW’s: MDNI – this fic contains mature content for 18+ viewers only! No use of y/n, female reader, angst, enemies to lovers, contains mentions of popular songs. Also note that I know there aren’t smart phones or current music in Dragon Ball, but I don’t care. Thanks.

Descriptions of pretty graphic violence, mentions of blood, mentions of death, recreational drug usage, strong language.

Teensiest bit of bondage and teasing, Vegeta being Vegeta.

13k words

Enjoy! I worked really hard on this one.

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Your arrival on earth was not scheduled, typical, or particularly ornate - needless to say, you hadn't planned on there being a welcoming party. Before you even stepped out of the pod you sensed two very powerful presences awaiting you, and you weren't quite sure what to do with them. 

A hiss of air greeted you as the hatch on your ship slowly opened, your first breath of fresh air, finally, real unfiltered air hit your lungs, and you were exhilarated. 

Your tail swung in the air, catlike and playful as you took in the landscape and two figures, armed with steely glares. Well, one steely glare and one excited expression.

"A Saiyan? How interesting,” said the shorter one, his eyes shifting from you to his companion and back.

"Right? I thought we'd finally met them all! And she seems strong, so this should be fun!” said the taller.

You said nothing as you analyzed them. They certainly looked like Saiyans, with the hair, the physique, but where were their tails? This power too, it was tremendous - you doubted a human could get that strong, but could a Saiyan?

You cracked your knuckles and rolled your shoulders in an effort to shake some of your stiffness as you worked up the nerve to step out of the pod.

The grass beneath your boots was an entirely foreign feeling, springy and slightly damp with morning dew. You marveled at it, nearly unable to switch your attention to the two onlookers.

"I come from planet Vegeta; my father sent me here in this damaged ship to protect me from the destruction of our world by Freiza. Hence my late arrival.”

"Hey, that's something! So, you aren't planning on taking over the planet, or wiping out all humans, or out on a quest for revenge, or anything evil?" Inquired the tall one.

“Uh, no? I wasn't planning on it; I may be a Saiyan but I’m not evil. Maybe because I lived in a spaceship my whole life? My dad was something of a pacifist - or as close as a Saiyan can get to that. He recorded messages to me that taught me to fight for my own safety, but I don't have an ulterior motive for coming here. I just needed somewhere to go. Honest." you told them, and it was true, but you weren’t sure if they believed you, so you kept your distance.

They turned to look at one another, and started talking too quietly for you to hear, seemingly debating whether or not to trust you. After a few moments of deliberating, they waved you over, the short one looking extremely annoyed.

You tucked your tail around your waist tightly and strode over to them; the true force of their power levels became evident as you approached, a tsunami of energy crashed into your senses, and you blanched.

Holy shit am I glad I didn't want to fight these guys; you thought, they're fucking monsters.

As you finally reached the duo you were able to get a closer look at the new faces. The taller one seemed to be running the show, judging by the other's scowl. He had a very distinct hair style that protruded in several directions, and a well-built incredibly muscular body that had you salivating. He was broad shouldered and wore a bright orange outfit, standing out drastically against the otherwise serene and picturesque landscape.

The shorter companion was about your height up close, though his size didn't stop him from drawing your attention. He had a pronounced widows peak, and his hair stood straight up in spikes that appeared to be soft despite their shape. He was also ridiculously muscled, every inch of him toned with precision under a dark blue body suit of what appeared to be a stretchy spandex material. 

"I'm Goku, and this is Vegeta, but you can call me Kakarot! It’s my Saiyan name. Welcome to planet Earth! You seem like an honest enough lady - What do you say to coming back to my place to train? My wife and I have a spare back house you can stay in if you'd like, and we have lots of friends who would love to meet you and help you raise your power level,” said the taller one. 

Wife, you sighed to yourself, there goes that fantasy. 

After a beat of silence he tacked on, “I'm sure you have lots of potential, you spent your whole life in a pod, and we were able to detect you from space! That's pretty impressive for someone who's never been in a fight."

"So, you just want me to train? Train for what?" you asked, incredulous. 

Kakarot snorted, “Um, to fight me, obviously! I want to get even stronger than I am now, and to do that I need strong opponents!”

“So, in exchange for fighting you, I get to live at your house? For free?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. 

Is this guy nuts? You wondered. 

"Against my better judgement, yes," Vegeta said flatly. 

Despite his grumpy tone, his voice drew your gaze. He glared back, unabashedly. It was nearly imperceptible, but you could’ve sworn he didn’t want to take his eyes off you. They were dark and cold at first glance, but something unrecognizable glimmered beneath their surface. 

You found yourself staring into them for too long, the air heavy with the stagnant conversation and you cleared your throat before tearing your eyes away. 

"I'm sold. Where do I sign?"

Kakarot laughed, "that won't be necessary. Can you fly?"

"I don't know. Never tried," you grinned, "I guess training will start sooner, rather than later.”

Vegeta scoffed and crossed his arms, “I'm not wasting my time on this, knock yourself out, Kakarot,” he huffed and with a whoosh of air he was gone.

"Damn, what the hell is his problem? We seemed to be getting on fine before," You asked, annoyance snaking into your tone. 

Goku chuckled nervously and ran a hand through his hair, “I’m sure it’s nothing, he’s just grumpy. He’s going through some stuff right now, I guess.”

You stared off into the sky where Vegeta had disappeared. 

How odd. 

“I suppose it’s not my business,” you admitted, “anyway, how do I learn this flying thing?” 

It had been a month since you arrived on Earth, and you were feeling like everything was coming together. 

Your training regimen was intense, multiple workouts a day of a few varieties, ensuring the different muscle groups were getting proper attention, and sparring matches with Vegeta and Kakarot pretty much daily. Goku was a chatter box, and you’d found yourself laughing and talking with him more than you’d ever thought possible. It wasn’t long before you were calling him friend. 

It was odd, you’d never had a group of friends before. The Z-Fighters were a rowdy bunch to say the least, but it was a comfort to be surrounded by people that cared for you, and you cared for in turn. It was unlike anything you had never known.

Bulma and Chi-Chi welcomed you into their makeshift girls only club practically before you could even get your name out of your mouth. They’d introduced you to fashion and makeup and music and all things that you found great joy participating in on Earth, and they were your first real friends. The boys followed suit shortly after, curiosity getting the better of them when it came to a female alien. 

On a sour note, you had only really interacted with Vegeta in passing since that first day. As interesting as you had found him to be upon meeting, he did not seem to share the slightest inclination towards you, and you couldn’t help feeling angry about it. You happened to have met the only remaining single man of your entire species, but he hadn’t spoken one word to you despite spending countless hours working out mere meters from each other and trying your best to beat him in sparring matches. It irked you to no end.

The most annoying part about it was that you couldn’t seem to win. Every spar and lifting session he was there, outpacing you with a smug grin, making snide comments about your lack of progress to Goku, who thankfully defended you or outright ignored them. Every tussle with Vegeta felt like a battle against your own limitations and that drove you crazy. You pushed yourself to the brink, driven by a desire to earn his respect, but you couldn't understand why it mattered so much to you in the first place. You were making progress and improving by leaps and bounds beyond what you had thought possible, but it wasn’t enough to match him, and it fueled your fire.

It was a quiet evening. Yourself, Bulma, and Chi-Chi had been out and about all day and had finally come back to Bulma’s place to split a bottle of wine and watch a movie.

“Chi-Chi, does Goku ever talk to you about Vegeta?” You asked her, trying to sound nonchalant. 

She narrowed her eyes at you, mischief creeping into her gaze. “Every now and then,” a pointed beat of silence, “why?” She fluttered her eyelashes innocently. 

“It’s not what you think, Chi-Chi… let’s just say he’s been pissing me off lately and I was wondering if you knew anything about why he’s such an asshole?” 

She snorted and jabbed her finger in Bulma’s direction, “oh, honey he’s always been an asshole, it’s just his nature. Besides, you’re asking the wrong girl. Ms. Heartbreaker over there can tell you what’s got him all hissy.”

“Ms. Heartbreaker?” You asked, surprised. This was the first you’d heard of anything of the sort. 

“Yeah, yeah, so what, I dumped him? I didn’t know he would make it his life’s mission to ruin everyone else’s day, every day,” Bulma scoffed, swirling her wine. 

“I didn’t even know you two dated - I didn’t think Vegeta was capable of such a thing,” you joked, trying to picture him anywhere outside of a training environment was almost comical. 

“Dated,” she said, her free hand signing air quotes, “is a strong word. It was more of a friends-with-benefits situation, except he lived here and generally wasn’t friendly.”

“Why even bother with him in the first place?” Morbid curiosity or the feminine urge to gossip made you ask. 

Bulma sighed and sipped her wine before answering, “well, I may have spoken harshly - he can be sweet at times. Like, one time I mentioned to Chi-Chi I liked this perfume that reminded me of flowers my mom used to grow when I was a kid, and he overheard and brought me a bouquet of them; a bouquet he picked himself because he didn’t want to be seen in public buying flowers. He hates the color pink, but he wore a pink shirt around town because I gave it to him. He cared a lot about me deep down I think, but he only rarely showed it. It was nice at first, and the sex was great, but it was always hard to know what he was thinking. He didn’t talk about feelings pretty much ever. Eventually I just got tired of the insults, and the yelling, and being alone all the time because he only wanted to train to defeat Goku. It just got so exhausting, and I didn’t like feeling like I wasn’t enough for him.” 

“As you should! That man isn’t any good, Bulma. I can’t imagine what kind of a father he would be to his children. If it’s possible to be worse than Goku, that is,” Chi-Chi remarked. 

“I’m guessing he didn’t take it well?” You pressed, your need-to-know bubbling up too much to contain. 

“Obviously not, but the conversation went down pretty uneventfully. I just sat him down and I told him I was done. 

He didn’t say anything to me; I asked him if he was willing to change a few things, so we could work it out, because I did care for the guy, and it’s not like I thought he wasn’t capable or anything. But he just stood up and said something along the lines of “I’m a prince, I was a fool to even think that some common human and I could ever work out,” and he left. 

He came and got his stuff when I wasn’t home and moved in with Goku for a while. And now he’s got his own place somewhere in the city but last I heard he never went there until you showed up. He used to crash at that house you’re staying in, when he wasn’t off in the woods or the desert or wherever he spends his time training.”

“Huh. Well, that’s pretty rough if you ask me,” you stare into your wine glass, watching the liquid ripple thoughtfully, pushing an image of Vegeta’s strong features out of your mind.

 “How long ago was this?” 

“A while ago, maybe like four months? I’m over it now, but Chi-Chi will tell you I was pretty broken up about it when it happened,” Bulma said with a grin at her friend. 

“Oh, I was here for days consoling her,” a glare from Bulma, which Chi-Chi tactfully ignored, “We watched all her favorite movies and went through probably six buckets of ice cream! She was so heartbroken about the things he said to her, and the fact he didn’t apologize.  Eventually though, she realized that in the end he made his choices, and it wasn’t up to her to fix them. Right, Bulma?” Chi-Chi smiled back at her. 

“Exactly. But all this talk about Vegeta is a drag. Tell me Chi-Chi, did I hear that Yamcha visited your house the other night?”

“My house? I think you mean her house,” Chi-Chi waved her glass in your direction.

“Her house!” Bulma screeched, “take it from a girl with experience, as a friend, I hope you two are just hooking up for fun, because that’s all Yamcha is good for.”

“Oh, I’m well aware,” you laughed, “I think it was just a one-time thing. He got a little freaked out by my tail.”

Your friends laughed and as the evening went on drinks were done and you all stayed up way too late chatting and giggling. When it was finally time to hit the hay, you laid in bed, and you devised a plan. A plan to piss off Vegeta as much as he had you.

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The morning came too soon, and you were flying on about four hours of sleep. To put the first step of your plan into action you had to get to the gym earlier than Vegeta, and that required an insane amount of discipline since you had been up so late the night before.

You had already planned on staying the night at Bulma’s that night and had a bag packed with your workout clothes and a water bottle ready to go. You stole a protein shake from her fridge before you slunk out the door, the first rays of sunshine barely peeking out from beyond the horizon as you flew to the gym.

It was a private establishment owned by Bulma and her family that came equipped with specialty weights that were far heavier than normal humans could lift and a gravity chamber. They’d had it built out in the middle of nowhere, so the Saiyans had somewhere to exercise and fight without bothering the locals. This worked to your advantage, as you walked in and noticed immediately that you were the only one there.

Excellent, you thought to yourself, I might actually pull this off. Step one of the plan complete.

You finished off your protein shake breakfast and checked the time. An entire hour early. You slipped your headphones on and got right into your stretching and warm up, feeling satisfied with yourself.

Barely ten minutes went by, and you were casually listening to music and warming up when a strong hand gripped your shoulder.

You yelped nearly jumping out of your skin as you spun to face your assailant.

Of course he’s already here, you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes as you faced the one and only Vegeta.

He wore a simple grey long-sleeved shirt and black shorts. More importantly he was glaring at you; you saw his lips moving and remembered you’re wearing headphones. You took them off, the sudden silence pressing in on you heavily.

“Hello, Vegeta,” you said, not backing down from his glower.

“What are you doing?” He stood with his arms crossed, impatient, his gravelly voice scraping against your eardrums unpleasantly.

“What does it look like, Vegeta? I’m warming up.”

“You know that’s not what I meant, you imbecile. Why are you here now?” He growled.

You clenched your jaw and reminded yourself that this was part of the plan. You wanted him to be angry. This grounded you enough to cool your temper. For now.

“I couldn’t sleep, and I decided to do something productive. Is that a problem?”

“Psh—” he spat, “You’re lying. You reek of alcohol, and you look exhausted. Whatever you’re playing at I’m not falling for it. Just go home if you aren’t going to take this seriously.”  

Anger struck you like a flash of lightning, “I am being serious, Vegeta,” you snapped. “What the hell is your deal? I just want to know, because I’m tired of your shit. Bulma dumped you ages ago-”

In the blink of an eye, he was on you, a fistful of hair gripped in his fingers and his other hand primed to strike. He lifted you up by your scalp, searing pain shooting through your body. You braced your hands on his forearm and levelled your gaze to his, refusing to give him the satisfaction of crying out.

His eyes were blazing, his power wreathing him in golden flame.

“This isn’t fucking about her. You need to get your head out of your ass and start working towards something worthwhile. I am tired of you acting like you’re along for a free ride while Kakarot and I bust our asses to get stronger! So don’t you fucking dare say that this is about Bulma or anything else because it is you!”

His chest heaved, his power level slowly flickering out. You couldn’t do anything but gape at him.

Is that really what he thinks? A whirlwind of shock, confusion, and fury danced around inside you. How could he actually believe that, after how hard you’d been pushing yourself? To beat him.

He thrust you to the ground, disgust written all over his features. For a moment it looked like he would add something else, but he just turned around, walked over to the weights, and started loading up a bar.

You reached a hand up to your scalp and checked yourself over. You were fine physically, of course, but you were seeing red. You stood up, seething with white-hot rage, your power level rising higher than it had ever before.

If Vegeta noticed, he didn’t care. He stood with his back to you prepping to lift and before your mind had a chance to catch up with your body you were hurtling through the air towards him.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins as your bodies collided. Simultaneously you dug your fingers into his hair, mimicking the motion he had done to you, and you swung your knee directly into the small of his back. A satisfying crunch rang through the room, and he let out a small “oof,” as he was knocked to his knees.

With speed you didn’t know you possessed you flung him by his scalp to his back and let loose a flurry of punches, not entirely in control of your own body. A primal instinct spurred you on. The beast inside you, driven by pure rage, wanted to kill him.

With a shout he managed to throw you off of him and you rolled back to your feet as he stood. His lip was bleeding, and a red bruise was blooming on his cheekbone but otherwise he seemed to be fine.

With a wicked smile he spat out some blood and wiped the rest from his face.

“If that’s all you’ve got, I hope you know that this is a fight you will lose,” he said.

A guttural scream was all you could muster in response before you flew at him again.

Blow after blow, he met your hits with aggravating ease. Your fury was rising, but you were sane enough to realize that he wasn’t counterattacking. You were coming at him too fast and too hard to leave him any room.

With a grin you found your opening. You faked him out with a left-handed punch that was just sloppy enough to be believable and within the same breath swung your right fist directly into his jaw.

He staggered a bit but wasted no time coming back at you. You were ready, though. The sensitive spot where his tail used to be became your sole target and you rammed your heel into it with a sharp kick that had him gasping for air.

With a roar he retaliated, heavy blows landing on your forearms and shins as you blocked his lightning-fast punches and kicks.

You continued to focus on his weakest point. You were running entirely off instinct.

Thunk, one hit.

Thunk, a second.

Thunk, a third.

“Stop! Doing that!” He bellowed, finally, he’d had enough.

His eyes were searing, full of venom. He reared back, and he shot a powerful kick into your chest that sent you flying backwards into the weight rack.

Your head hit metal. White and black spots crowded your vision, and the room was sent spinning. You hadn’t figured out which way was up or down before Vegeta was on top of you.

Punch after punch landed on your ribs. Your stomach. Your face. You could barely breathe, the spots you were seeing growing more by the second.

Through the unimaginable pain, you started to laugh. It sounded more like a gurgle, but you weren’t really paying attention to that. Big spurts of blood dribbled out of your mouth as the delirium set in.

Luck would have it that this is how I die. That’s what I get for pissing him off. I got what I wanted in the end though, didn’t I?

A blur of orange fabric interrupted your musing. The weight on your chest was lifted but your body didn’t feel much lighter. You closed your eyes.

“Hey, you’ve got to stay awake,” a familiar voice said to you, but it sounded far away.

“Eat this,” the voice said.

You didn’t want to. Something small and hard made its way into your mouth anyway. A tasteless little pebble. You felt a hand on your jaw, and you crunched down on the object, swallowing it instinctively.

Your lungs cleared up and your vision started to return to you. You sucked in a breath and found yourself able to sit up.

“Kakarot?” You blinked slowly, taking in the scene before you.

Vegeta was knocked out on the ground about six feet to your left. Goku’s friendly face hovered above yours, brows knit with concern.

“Yeah, it’s me. What the hell happened here?” Goku asked, surveying the room; it was mostly unscathed, surprisingly. Not including yourself, you supposed. The weight rack had taken the brunt of the onslaught, and it wasn’t damaged, just tipped over.

You tried to respond but caught a glimpse of your reflection in a wall mounted mirror. Your clothes were covered in blood. Your own blood.

You looked back at Goku, and your eyes welled up with tears. He squeezed your shoulder with a strong hand comfortingly. You felt stupid for crying but at least Vegeta was not able to see it.

“It’s all my fault, Goku. I-” you choked on a sob, “I made him mad, and he told me I wasn’t training hard enough and then I fucking snapped and picked a fight. I should have known I couldn’t win,” you put your head in your hands and let the tears fall for a moment before collecting yourself.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to start crying. That was just-” you sniffed, and wiped your nose on your sleeve, looking back up at him, “just a lot to process. And super fucking scary, to be honest. I mean, I seriously thought he was going to kill me!”

“I know I sure wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of Vegeta’s attacks. I gave you a sensu bean, it instantly heals all damage done to you in battle. You’re probably lucky I showed up when I did, or we’d be gathering the dragon balls to wish you back right now! Are you feeling better though?”

“Yeah, I think so. Thank you for that, by the way. Speaking of: what happened to him?” You glanced over to Vegeta’s unconscious form.

Your eyes lingered on him; his face surprisingly peaceful in his slumber.

“Oh, I uh- I had to knock him out because he was pretty worked up. I’ve got an idea on how to fix this though. Umm, sorry about this by the way.”

“You’re sorry? For wha-” lights out.

That motherfucker, was all you could think before your mind slipped into sleep

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“Kakarot, where the fuck are we?” Vegeta’s voice rang in your ear, stirring you from unconsciousness.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but a headache was pounding at your temples as you groggily opened your eyes. Blinding sunlight assaulted your retinas.

You were on some kind of porch surrounded by sand, the smell of salt and seawater flooding your nostrils. You held your head as you sat up, Vegeta was sitting cross-legged on the ground beside you. A deep sense of foreboding settled in your stomach as you faced Kakarot.

He was grinning stupidly, “I don’t know the name of this planet but to explain myself a little bit, I had King Kai find this spot and hang out here so I could instant transmission! I’m going to leave you two here until you work yourselves out. I don’t care if you fight or fuck or whatever, but you can’t kill each other and you have to be friends before I am letting you come home.”

“Kakarot, you can’t be serious – take me home, now,” You demanded.

“Nope! There’s food, alcohol, and all sorts of stuff to do here. I am serious when I say friends. No just being fuck-buddies or other weird loopholes allowed.” “As if I would ever sleep with him, Kakarot, what the fuck are you even talking about? I’m over it now. He beat me fair and square.”

Vegeta said nothing, but his jaw clenched at your words. His face even more pissed off than usual. “Not good enough! I can’t have my friends trying to kill each other any time they’re alone so have fun, be safe, don’t get pregnant, bye!” Goku flippantly ignored your question; he tapped two fingers to his forehead and disappeared. You assumed King Kai was somewhere else on the planet because Goku’s energy didn’t go too far away before completely and suddenly evaporating, too far out of your range to sense, and by the nature of the technique, you couldn’t follow it in any particular direction.

“Tch,” Vegeta scowled at you, “isn’t this just great. Now I’m stuck here because of you and your incompetence.”

“Hold on a minute, I’m not the one who went berserk and got all murderous. That’s on you, buddy,” you retorted. “Don’t call me that; and if I recall you did go ‘berserk.’ I just beat you to the punch, naturally.”

You bared your teeth at him, and he snarled right back. You could feel his breath on your face as you clocked how close together you were. His eyes widened briefly as he realized your proximity at the same time you did, and you both leaned away from each other in sync.

“This is pointless. Arguing isn’t going to get us off this planet,” you sighed as you shifted your weight and stood, offering a hand to Vegeta, though you knew the gesture was intended kindly you regretted it instantly. He would probably see it as another insult.

He stared at your extended arm for several seconds, long enough that you were certain he was going to refuse it. You began retracting your hand and forming an apology, but he surprised you by clasping his fingers around your wrist and pulling himself up to standing.

His cheeks were slightly flushed as he let go of your arm, blood rushing to your own ears as he looked at you. You decided in that moment that from now on you were going to keep your distance from him as much as possible. You didn’t want to set him off over something stupid and end up getting pummeled again.

“Well, I’m starving. Let’s see what new hell Kakarot has planned for us, huh?” You gestured to the front door of the small house.

“Fine,” he said, and he opened the door.

The scent that hit your sensitive Saiyan nose was unmistakable and permeated throughout the room.

You plugged your nose and tried not to gag as Vegeta’s ears turned a dark shade of red, the scents of Goku and Chi-Chi’s “activities” inescapable.

He crossed the room and moved purposefully to open every window, sucking in a breath of the fresh outside air, trying to clear the smell.

“He could have at least cleaned up before he stuck us here, ‘King Kai found this place’ my ass,” Vegeta growled and moved to the couch to remove a pile of clothes and blankets that were the source of at least some of the odor.

You just nodded in response, afraid to breathe through your nose again for a few moments.

With the air clearing up you were able to take in the layout of the small house. A cozy-looking kitchen was to the right of the door you had entered from, complete with a breakfast bar and a few barstools instead of a formal dining room. The little kitchen shared space with the living room that contained a couch, an armchair, a low but functional coffee table, and an entertainment center with a TV, DVD player, and a stack of movies. The room was decorated plainly with a plush rug and a few uninteresting beach themed paintings.

There were two doors to the left that you assumed were a bedroom and bathroom, which you were frankly nervous to enter. A glass sliding door led out to a shaded patio that was furnished with a collection of comfortable looking furniture and overlooked the ocean.

You walked over to the breakfast bar to examine some unmarked tote bags that Goku seemed to have left for you while Vegeta went to explore the accompanying rooms, pile of laundry in hand.

The first bag was uninteresting, a few different items of clothing for both you and Vegeta, though you noticed that annoyingly there were no undergarments of any kind in the bag. You take a few moments to separate the clothes into piles and move on to the next package.

This one was more interesting. Various bottles of booze, a deck of cards, and a couple packs of cigarettes (weird, because you weren’t aware of anyone in your friend group that smoked, much less yourself and Vegeta). In the very bottom of the bag was what appeared to be a THC pen, accompanied by a little vial of liquid that you presumed was the juice for the machine. Exciting, indeed, you thought as you set all the goodies to the side.

You shifted your focus to the third and final bag, not sure what to expect. You bit your lip as you surveyed the items, a sick feeling twisting in your gut. Lace and tulle crafted into impossibly tiny strips of fabric stared back at you as you rifled through it. All the lingerie still had tags on them, thank God, but the most horrific part was that nested between all of the garments was a large box of condoms and several sex toys, still in their packaging.

You were so focused on the terror before you that you didn’t notice Vegeta had walked back into the room. Your face must have been giving away your inner turmoil because he called out to you.

“Do I even want to know what’s in that?”

“Nope. This is going into space I think,” you said as you hefted the bag and strode outside to launch it into the sky.

He shrugged and moved over to the bar to inspect the piles you had made. Before you could convince yourself to go through with disposing of the bag you caught a glimpse of the sky, spotting something that put a damper on your plan to keep your distance from him.

You dropped the bag outside with a thud and turned to Vegeta, your headache returning with a vengeance.

“Vegeta, we have a problem. In fact, multiple problems,” you said, rubbing your temple.

“What is it?” He crossed his arms expectantly.

“Just take a look outside for me. Please.”

He huffed but walked over to you anyway. It was still daylight, but the problem was rapidly becoming more noticeable. As he took in the view of the sky his eyes widened, and he ground his teeth together furiously.

“Three moons?” He spat, a vein appearing on his forehead as his jaw worked, “is Kakarot insane? How are we supposed to keep track of all of them? You’ve never transformed into a beast before, you’d have no chance of controlling it!”

“I know that, Vegeta. Do either of the other rooms have curtains or something?”

As a Saiyan, you knew that anyone of your species with a tail would transform into a Great Ape if they looked at the full moon. Typically, they would have the chance to train in that form and gain control of it, but since you had only lived on Earth, where Piccolo had kindly destroyed the moon, you’d had no chance to do such a thing.

“There are curtains in the bedroom, you can hide out in there if all three of them are full at some point. For now, it looks like their current phases are far enough away from full that we won’t have to worry for a while. Just don’t look at the moons and we won’t have an issue,” as he spoke, he happened to glance down to the bag you had dropped.

His face contorted into abject horror as he realized what was in it and he slammed the front door shut.

“What does that bastard think he’s playing at?” Vegeta hissed.

You opened your mouth to respond, only laughter came out instead. From the neck up, he was blushing, and it was actually kind of adorable.

He looked furious but his cheeks darkened to another shade of red and you laughed harder, nearly doubling over.

“Who knew,” you said between giggles, wiping a tear from your eye, “the Prince of all Saiyans was a prude!” “So what?! You were going to toss the whole thing into the atmosphere!”

You couldn’t contain any more of your laughter, “I know, if not for my sake, then for yours! If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were a virgin!”

He snorted, “As if you have more experience than I do. You’ve been on Earth for barely a month.”

“Please, Vegeta, don’t go there. I am sure your sexual prowess is equal to that of your skill in battle, but I have exactly zero interest in hearing about it.”

“Fair enough,” he nodded, face still red with embarrassment, and moved past you to root around in the fridge.

He stared for a few moments, as if deciding on something and you sidled up next to him. The fridge was full of ingredients, and you spotted some things to make a meal, but stayed quiet as Vegeta thought.

He leaned on the countertop beside him and met your eyes.

“Can you cook?” He asked plainly.

You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at him, “can you?”

He scowled, “No, I can’t. I am a Prince, remember?”

You sighed and gathered a few things to throw together. Your stomach rumbled pointedly, and you piled up enough to cook for the two of you.

“Okay, lesson one is to always wash your hands,” you turn to the sink and realize you are still in your bloody clothes from the morning, “I’m actually just going to go change clothes. I’m disgusting.” Vegeta rolled his eyes, but his own shirt was also spattered with blood. He glared at the offensive piece of clothing and tugged it over his head.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched him, his corded muscles rippling with the motion. You scolded yourself internally, you’d seen him shirtless before, this was no different.

“Wash your hands. Fill up a pot with water and set it on the stove to boil. I’ll be right back,” you commanded.

He glared at you, but you heard the water start running after you turned away and scooped up the pile of clothes Goku had left for you. You put on a simple grey shirt and a pair of athletic shorts that were a little bit shorter than you would have preferred but they would do.

You let your tail hang freely behind you, rather than tucked at your waist. It was a sign of trust among Saiyans that you hoped he would pick up on. For whatever reason.

When you returned Vegeta was still shirtless, but there was a pot of water on the stove and the burner was on. He saw your tail, tracking its movement, choosing not to comment.

“You did it! I was worried about you,” you grinned and started digging through the cabinets for a cutting board.

“Wash those veggies for me, will you?”

He did, and you found what you were looking for. You picked up a knife and started to chop. You were by no means an expert cook, but you knew enough to get by.

Vegeta watched as you sliced the different vegetables and threw them into the pot. It was weird. The moment was so… domestic. No yelling or fighting or snide remarks, just two people preparing a meal together. You had a strange feeling that you could get used to this.

The quiet was starting to get to you, so you pulled out your phone. There wasn’t any service here but luckily you had all your music downloaded.

“What kind of music do you like?” You asked him, curious.

“I don’t listen to music,” he replied flatly.

You froze mid chop. “No music at all?”

 “I don’t see the point in it. Get back to chopping, woman, I’m hungry.”

You turned to him, mouth agape. “That’s insane, Vegeta. I’m going to get you to like music before we get off this planet. Here, you choose something,” you pass him your phone and he scrolled for a few seconds before looking back up at you, annoyed.

“I don’t know what any of this means. I don’t care what you listen to,” he passed the phone back.

“Fine, I’ll pick something, but you have to swear to tell me if you like a song. I’m going to make a playlist for you.”

“If it will make you finish the food, I will swear it.”

You smirked at him and scrolled through your already made playlists. Your music tastes were pretty versatile anyway but trying to determine what Vegeta would like was a more difficult task than you had initially thought. He probably wouldn’t like country, so that was out, and you doubted that he would care for anything musical theatre related. You decided to take a chance on pop music and pressed shuffle.

“Okay, promise me now and I’ll finish cooking.” “Fine. I promise to tell you if I like a song. Now chop, woman.” You grinned at him and finished preparing the vegetables, then got to work on the protein and seasoning.

Once your lunch was ready, you loaded up two bowls full of the vegetable noodle soup concoction you had devised and went to hand him one but pulled it back at the last second.

“Can you put on a shirt before we eat, please? You’re actively making me lose my appetite,” you said sweetly.

His eyes flashed with violence, but he complied, picking up one of the shirts Goku left for him and putting it on.

You had to make yourself stop staring at him, the shirt was almost worse than without one. It was perfectly form-fitting, the outline of his muscles barely obscured by the fabric. Your tail flicked nervously in the air behind you as you placed the bowl in front of his seat and took your own place at the bar beside him.

The meal could only be described as the most awkward situation you’d ever been in. Your music was still playing but neither yourself nor Vegeta spoke, and you both had apparently made the decision to not look at one another directly.

Your tail curled around the leg of the chair, you stole a glance at him as he ate, watching as he chewed and swallowed. His eyes cut across to yours and you quickly averted your gaze.

Once you had finished eating, you collected the dishes and started to clean up.

You were singing along to the song that started playing, Sabrina Carpenter’s “Please Please Please” as Vegeta brought his own bowl over to you.

His cheeks were flushed as he stood beside you, quickly glancing at your face. You tracked the motion but waited patiently for him to say whatever it was that had him flustered.

“I-” he hesitated, and you looked up from your dishes, “I like this song,” he said softly.

You beamed at him, “Yes! I found one!”

He flushed and set his bowl into the sink, but didn’t step away.

“I wash; you dry?” You suggested, holding a towel out to him.

“I hate chores,” he said, taking the towel anyway.

“Of course you do,” you snorted.

The dishes were done quickly, and you were bouncing with energy.

“I want to go swimming,” you said boldly.

He pondered for a moment before replying. “Swimming is good exercise. It works every muscle in the body.”

“So, we’re going to swim?”

“Fine.”

You smiled at him and bolted outside. You heard him chuckle behind you, and you skidded to a stop, spraying sand as you whirled.

“Did you just laugh?” You screeched.

He strode out from the house and smirked, “you are ridiculous.”

“Hey, look, there’s surf boards!” You pointed excitedly at the two boards leaned against the side of the little abode.

He followed your finger and examined them.

“Do you even know how to surf?” He asked quizzically.

“How hard can it be?” You winked.

He rolled his eyes and picked them up, one under each arm, dropping one at your feet as you approached the ocean.

“It’s beautiful out here,” you breathed, taking in the endless expanse of water.

Cerulean waves sloshed lazily onto the pale sand, strange birds circling in the clear skies overhead. The scent of saltwater pleasantly tickling your nose as the ocean spray misted your skin.

“It’s alright,” he replied. You thought for a moment that he wasn’t looking at the water when he spoke, but when you turned to confirm he was already striding towards the waves, shoes nestled in the sand.

“Hey, wait for me!” You ran up behind him and playfully shoved him into the water, sprinting past and hopping as gracefully as you could onto the surfboard, paddling a few feet away to get out of his reach.

He surfaced, sputtering, his hair sopping wet and plastered to his forehead.

“What the hell? What was that for?” He seethed, dragging himself onto his own board.

You giggled at him as he paddled up next to you.

“You’re too easy to pick on, Vegeta. I like your hair by the way.”

He scoffed, shaking his head like a dog to fling some of the water off, spraying you in the process.

You laughed again, shielding your face from the onslaught of droplets. His hair miraculously re-poofed to a slightly soggier version of its normal state.

You spent the next hour or so getting absolutely wrecked by the waves, but in truth you didn’t care. Vegeta nonchalantly flipped your board while you were on it as payback for your previous dunk, initiating a splash war that had you laughing so hard your ribs hurt.

After you were back on track, some trial and error had you and Vegeta managing to actually stand on the boards, catching the smaller waves. It was not long before you were competing to get the biggest waves and the longest rides.  

Hours that felt like minutes passed and you had lost count of the score. The waves were calmer, the sun was setting, and the sky had turned into stunning shades of pink, orange and purple.

You floated your board over to Vegeta, electricity buzzed through you as your knee bumped his. He glanced over at you briefly, his eyes following the touch, then returning to the sky.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach though you didn’t know why as you watched the sun set over the horizon.

“This was fun,” you said to him, not really expecting an answer.

“It was. Probably the most fun I’ve had doing something other than fighting,” he admitted.

“I didn’t know it could be like this.” You weren’t sure what made you say it, but it came out before you had a chance to think about it.

“Like what?”

“I didn’t know that having friends could be like this, I guess. I didn’t realize what I was missing out on before I got to Earth.”

He nodded but stayed quiet. You studied him, lost in thought, his brows knit together as those intense eyes stared into the sea.

“What are you thinking about?” A simple question.

“I’m wondering if you ever stop talking,” he snapped.

Regret flashed across his features as he saw the hurt in your eyes, and his face softened. He sighed heavily.

“I was thinking about who I was before I came to Earth. I had no companionship at all. I didn’t care about Raditz or Nappa, my subordinates. I didn't care about anyone until I met Kakarot, and even then, I was just focused on defeating him. Becoming the legendary Super Saiyan to fight him, getting stronger to fight him. I worked myself to the bone, and I met Bulma. Then I fucked that up, too.” He spoke softly, not looking at you.

You nodded for him to continue, though you questioned if he saw it.

“Then, you came along. I was honestly thrilled to be better than someone of my own race. Elated, even. At the same time, I was excited to have someone new to fight. I know I was insufferable. Arrogant. You didn’t deserve that, and I’m-” he paused, mustered some courage, “I’m sorry. I acted a fool. I was furious when you weren’t improving as fast as I had hoped and frustrated with myself for being a coward. I pushed you too hard and I admit to that.”

You tentatively reached your hand towards his. He looked down, but didn’t pull away as you brushed his skin with your fingertips, enclosing his hand in yours.

“Apology accepted, Vegeta. I’m sorry too. I provoked you, and shit talked, put my nose in your business. I was too proud to admit that I could’ve used some help.” He nodded, and you sat hand in hand in comfortable silence as the sun set, the stars blinking into view one by one.

Minutes passed and the air turned colder with the sun gone. You squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back.

“Want to go inside? I need to get out of these wet clothes before I freeze to death.”

“You’re dramatic, but okay. We can go inside.”

The pair of you trudged out of the water, surf boards in hand, resting them against the side of the house where you had found them.

You stood at the threshold of the sliding glass door, hesitating to go in, your heart hammering in your chest. Vegeta stood barely a foot behind you.

You turned to face him. He met your eyes, confused but patient.

“Tell me to shut up if I’m misreading this,” you started, tail twitching nervously.

He was silent, the gears in his head turning, but he nodded.

“Do you want to shower with me?” You felt like throwing up, but you threw the offer out there without room for hesitation.

He blinked. Blinked again.

“What?”

“Never mind, that was stupid, forget I said it. We’re just friends and that’s fine,” the words came out in a rush, and you stumbled for the door handle behind you.

He caught your hand before you could slide the door open.

“You’re serious?” He asked, the heat from his body seeping into your skin, his scent filling your nose.

You stared at him in the darkness. He waited for your answer.

“Yes,” you whispered.

An animalistic smile flashed to his lips. “What happened to ‘you’d never sleep with me,’ hmm?”

“I didn’t say I’d fuck you; I said I’d shower with you, dumbass. Keep up this attitude and even that will be off the table.”

He released your wrist and crossed his arms, still smirking. You could tell that he didn’t think you were serious, but you had a plan. A plan that would hopefully go much more smoothly than the one from this morning.

You stepped into the house and made your way towards the bedroom. He followed you expectantly.

The room was not huge but still comfortable. A large dresser across from the bed, and a door leading into a bathroom on the other side. You blinked and turned to Vegeta.

“If that’s the bathroom, what’s in the other room?” You pondered aloud.

“You’re stalling,” he pointed out with a frown.

You crossed your arms and waited.

He scoffed, “It’s a laundry room. Happy?”

You chuckled and ducked into the bathroom, Vegeta in tow.

It was small, as the rest of the house was, a simple vanity style sink with a mirror. The bathtub took up the majority of the room. Your breath caught in your throat when you faced Vegeta, who was smiling smugly as he watched your nerves catch up with you.

“Having second thoughts, are we?” He sneered.

You stuck your tongue out at him and started the shower.

I might be in over my head, but I’ll be damned if I let him think that you thought.

Your tail whipped through the air as you peeled your wet shirt off, teasingly slow, trying to hide your shaking hands. He watched with a satisfied smirk, admiring your body.

“Your turn.” You ordered.

He slipped his shirt off with ease, tossing it to the ground before returning to his trademark stance, arms crossed, leaning against the door frame.

The room was starting to fill with steam as the shower heated up and you worked up the nerve to slide your shorts off your body. You stood bare before him, and his eyes hungrily devoured the sight.

You stepped into the shower without a word, Vegeta following a few seconds after.

Your eyes were closed as you let the warm water rinse the salt and sand out of your hair, but you knew he had joined you. Enough time had passed to slow your racing pulse, the shower helping to calm you down.

No one had ever made you this nervous. You’d taken a few guys home since being on Earth, just for fun, always responsibly, but the nerves you were feeling now were nothing compared to that. This was like your body was electrified, every sense heightened even beyond your additional Saiyan enhancements.

You slowly opened your eyes and there he was, naked. Your eyes traced the lines of his chest to his abs, to the v of his waist and lower, your mouth watering slightly at the sight.

“Woah,” you squeaked. Even flaccid, you could tell he was not small, despite his height.

He chuckled, reaching behind you to grab a bottle of soap.

“I take it you’re impressed,” he said, lathering some of the liquid onto his hands.

“I mean, sure. If your ego needs a boost that badly, you’re the biggest I’ve ever seen, to tell the truth.”

“I’m trying to be nice to you, but you insist on making it difficult,” he retorted.

You smiled at him coyly, taking one of his soapy hands and pressing it to your chest, stepping out of the stream as you did so. He smiled softly and maneuvered himself into the water, not losing contact with your skin.

“Sorry, nerves,” you rationalized, leaning into his grasp.

“It’s only natural. I did try to kill you this morning,” he noted.

He began to wash you, respectfully, reverently even. He covered every inch of you in soap, minus your tail, to the point that you were giggling at him.

“You know, most of the time guys just worry about washing the fun stuff,” you quipped.

He rolled his eyes as his hands ran along your sides soothingly, “I’m sure they do, but you’re filthy,” he said flatly.

“Wow, you’re making me blush,” you snorted, tapping him on the shoulder to swap places.

He obliged, letting you pass back into the shower, the soap running off of you smoothly.

You picked up the bottle of soap again and spurted some into your own hands, reaching out to offer him the same courtesy.

He allowed it, your hands massaging the bubbles into his skin, tracing muscles and veins. He was covered in scars, big and small, practically everywhere. He turned his back to you, and you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped when you saw the angry mark on his tailbone.

He stiffened as you looked, no doubt realizing what had caused your reaction. You did your best to ignore the area, rubbing his shoulders and back before moving down to his legs.

Even after you’d finished, he didn’t turn around. You reached for his hand with your own, but he pulled away.

“Vegeta, do you need some time alone?”

“No. Stay.”

“Okay. I’m here.”

Minutes ticked by before he turned back to face you.

You let him step past you to rinse the soap off. The water rushed over him, the suds sliding down with it.

“What happened?” You asked softly.

“Nothing important. A stupid earthling cut it while I was in my ape form, terrorizing Kakarot and his son. I used to think of it as a reminder of one of my greatest failures. Sometimes it is… difficult to view it as anything differently.”

“What do you think of it now? When it’s not difficult, I mean.”

“Just another scar.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, picking up a bottle of shampoo and dumping it into your palm.

You started scrubbing it into Vegeta’s hair without warning. He was surprised at first, then he sighed as your nails scratched his scalp, lathering the soap with firm fingers.

He repeated the process to you, followed by conditioner until you were both sparkling, feeling relaxed. Happy.

He shut off the water and grabbed some fresh towels from the cabinet under the sink, passing one to you.

You wrapped yourself in it, striding into the bedroom to get dressed. You put on a comfortable t-shirt and a pair of soft cotton shorts before towel drying your mop of hair, Vegeta following suit in another annoyingly well-fitting shirt and a pair of black sweatpants.

The two of you put together a meal for dinner, this time Vegeta commented on a handful of songs, discovering a hatred for Taylor Swift that hurt your soul, and a fondness for Hozier that warmed your heart enough to make up for it.

You ate and did the dishes quickly, then moved to lounge on the couch for a while. Another idea popped into your head as you rested beside him.

With a fiendish grin you poked Vegeta in the forearm.

“What now, woman?”

“Wanna do something fun?”

His eyes sparked with desire as he looked at you. “If you’re talking about sex, then yes.”

“Hate to burst your bubble, but it’s not sex. What do you take me for, a slut?”

He groaned and leaned back into couch cushions. “Vixen,” he muttered, “what is it, then?”

“Let me go get it, hold on,” you leapt from the couch and scampered to the kitchen.

“What are you doing?”

“Shut up, you’re about to find out.” He grunted in response and waited.

You were grinning deviously as you walked back to the couch, your surprise tucked in the palm of your hand. You hopped onto the seat beside him, anticipation building in your chest.

One of his eyes slid open.

“Out with it, then.”

You dangled the little vape in front of him, buzzing with excitement.

He sat up and scowled. “What is that.” He didn’t say it like a question, more of an order.

“A weed pen. Kakarot left it for us.”

He blanched, studying the object with new concern before returning his attention to you.

“So, what do you say, Vegeta? Want to get high?”

“No. That’s stupid.”

“Come on, you’re so boring,” you whined, “it’ll be fun, I swear.”

He started to reply, surely to argue some more, but you cut him off with a gasp as another idea sparked in your mind.

“Vegeta, I will make a deal with you.” That got his attention. He smirked and closed the small amount of distance between your faces, his hot breath tickling your ear as he spoke.

“I’m listening.”

Heat stirred in your abdomen, his scent intoxicating but you held firm, ignoring your body for the moment.

In the huskiest voice you could manage you murmured into his ear.

“If you get high with me, I will do whatever you want,” you paused for dramatic effect, “except have sex. For now.”

“Why.” Another question that wasn’t a question.

“We have been through a lot today. I don’t want to complicate things or have regrets because our instincts are running at full throttle. You know as well as I do that our bodies are just reacting to our fight.”

It was a fact. For full-blooded Saiyans, fighting could be akin to a mating ritual. Though yours hadn’t been intended that way, your body didn’t know the difference, especially since you’d then been forced to spend time together in a house reeking of sex and littered with paraphernalia.

“If that’s what you think, then why entertain this in the first place?” He leaned away from you, his expression guarded. Wary.

“Because I do like you, believe it or not,” you playfully punched his arm, “that’s why I care so much. I want it to be special.”

He relaxed a bit and let go of the breath he’d been holding in, extending his hand to you.

“I accept the terms. Now show me.”

You took his hand and shook it vigorously. He pulled his hand away, exasperated, watching you for instructions.

You picked up the pen and puffed a long drag, exhaling the smoke towards the open window behind you, instantly feeling the tingling effects and passed the machine to him.

Vegeta tentatively took the machine and tried to copy you, choking immediately on the vapor, sputtering.

You laughed at him, taking another hit from his hand and he watched you in awe.

“This is fun for you?” He asked, genuinely concerned.

“Very much so. Try it again, you know what to expect this time. Make sure to breathe it into your lungs to get the most out of it.”

“This is incredibly bad for you,” he muttered, taking another puff, he managed to inhale it this time.

You ignored the comment but watched him carefully to gauge his reaction.

“Do you feel anything?”

“My skin is crawling,” he said with a glare.

You took another puff, shifting your body to be more comfortable on the couch.

“If you don’t want to do it that’s fine, Vegeta. I’m a good sport, I’ll let you pick something for me to do just for trying it.” It was a weasel-y tactic, but you knew his pride wouldn’t let him stand for that kind of talk.

He growled and hit the pen again, a much bigger breath this time.

You giggled at him, stretching your legs to rest your feet on his lap as he exhaled a cloud of smoke into the room.

“Am I supposed to be dizzy?” He asked, leaning his head back into the cushions.

“That’s pretty normal for a first time. Just stay there until you feel better.”

He grunted, tossing the little pen to you without looking. You caught it and set it on the coffee table.

You brought him a glass of water and he drank it, eventually leveling out into a more relaxed state.

“Have you decided what you’re going to ask me for, yet? I’m curious,” you asked after a while of sitting in silence.

“Thinking is difficult,” he said, scrunching his nose.

“I’m sure it is.” You joked.

He glared but seemed to be churning ideas in his mind. Bulma had been right; it was impossible to guess what was going on in that brain of his.

After what seemed like forever he jolted, sitting up straight.

You jumped at the sudden movement, your heartbeat quickening with anticipation.

“Sing for me.” He said, dark eyes frighteningly clear in spite of the drugs.

“That’s it?” You asked, skeptical.

“Whatever you want. I want to hear it.”

“Okay, then. That’s not really what I was expecting.”  You admitted, though you weren’t disappointed. You were actually excited; you loved to sing. Just not in front of people.

You got up from the couch and collected your phone to turn the music on, setting it onto the coffee table and resuming the playlist from where it had left off. You stood in front of the TV and Vegeta sat facing you, his posture loose, expression expectant.

The first few notes of a Paramore song started to play, and your breath caught in your throat because you realized that not only was this not your pop music playlist, but that it was in fact your love song playlist. How it got pulled up in the first place you had no idea, but you scrambled to fix your mistake.

Vegeta snatched the phone before you could get to it, his reflexes, as always, much quicker than yours.

“I thought you said ‘whatever I want,’ Vegeta. I don’t want to sing this song.” “I changed my mind,” he shrugged, mischief behind those eyes, restarting the song and pausing it with more expertise than you thought he had.

“Ugh, you are an ass,” you groaned. “At least show me the lyrics, I don’t know all the words”

He grinned and after a few seconds of finagling he got the lyrics up and pressed play on the song.

It was “The Only Exception” by Paramore. You weren’t lying when you said you didn’t know every line, but as the chorus crept closer you were struggling with hiding the cringe that came with knowing what you were about to have to say.

“… And I've always lived like this

Keeping a comfortable distance

And up until now I had sworn to myself

That I'm content with loneliness

Because none of it was ever worth the risk

But you are the only exception

You are the only exception…”

You let the song take the lead, your voice was nowhere close to the skill of Hayley Williams, but you were proud of the clarity and strength of it, and the song itself is beautiful.

As the song faded into the next one Vegeta didn’t comment on anything, just listened respectfully.

You probably would have been annoyed if you weren’t high, but the weed was doing its job. Before you knew it you were basically putting on an embarrassing concert in the living room, singing and dancing while Vegeta watched. He did smile while you sang, which sent butterflies spiraling into your stomach.

You heard the telltale “Five, six, five, six, seven, eight!” at the beginning of a Chappell Roan song. In the seconds you had before the first verse began you tossed everything you had said earlier out the window.

“… No one's touched me there in a damn hot minute

And baby, don't you like this beat?

I made it so you'd sleep with me

It's like a hundred 99 degrees

When you're doing it with me, doing it with me…”

You thought yourself to also be a pretty good dancer, so you hoped that your ministrations were not for nothing while you rolled your hips and tried to look as sexy as possible as you sang, eye-contact, the whole nine-yards trying to put on a good performance so he might get the hint.

As the song came to an end you were out of breath, laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. He paused the music and put his head in his hands.

“What are you doing to me, woman?” He sounded defeated, and the tips of his ears were bright red again.

You walked over to him and put your hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly. He looked up at you, cheeks flushed.

“I changed my mind,” you repeated his earlier statement.

Surprise colored his features before his wicked smile flashed across his lips, those canine teeth sending shivers down your spine.

He did not wait for further confirmation, scooping you into his arms and whisking you into the bedroom. He tossed you onto the bed and closed the door, not approaching you any further.

“What are you waiting for?” You asked, trying to sound cocky but it came out more like a whimper.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“Good. Hold on,” and before you could ask what the hell he was doing, he was gone.

You stripped of your clothes and wrapped yourself into the blankets, trying to ignore the smell of Kakarot and his wife while you waited for Vegeta to return.

The door slid open eventually, and he stepped into the room carrying a bag. The third tote bag that you had almost thrown into outer space.

He closed the door, drowning the room in darkness and set the bag down within arm’s reach on the end table. Your eyes adjusted to the low light, he slowly removed his shirt and pants, tantalizingly slow. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears as he climbed into the bed after you, heat radiating off of him in waves.

“It reeks in here,” he growled.

“It really does,” you chuckled, turning over to find him facing you, head propped up on an elbow.

You stared at him, his chest rising and falling with his breathing, his muscled body just peeking out from the covers and you reached out a hand, cupping his face. He leaned into the touch and pulled you in for a kiss.

Your lips touched, setting your body on fire. He pressed into you, hard, lips warm and soft.

Heat started pooling between your legs. You dragged your teeth across his bottom lip, and he forced his tongue into your mouth hungrily. You moaned softly as he did so, and he pushed you to your back, separating your kiss only for a moment as he straddled you.

One of his hands snaked up your side, resting on your breast and squeezing, the other landing on your hip, steadying you. You ran your fingers up the back of his neck and into his hair, burying them in it.

He pressed his lips into your jaw, your neck. You whimpered, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin over your jugular and you could feel him smiling against your throat.

“You seem smug,” you whispered in his ear.

“That’s because I am,” he smirked, the hand on your hip trailing between your thighs making you gasp, “you’re already so wet for me.”

Your hips bucked into his touch against your will, begging for friction, for contact.

He denied you, letting his hand hover close but not touching, leaving a trail of kisses down your throat, collarbone, sternum, until he arrived at your breast.

He tapped his tongue against your nipple before taking the whole thing into his mouth, tongue swirling around your sensitive bud. You groaned with pleasure, the sensation drawing your core even hotter, more molten, but he wasn’t giving you what you craved.

One of your hands tried to sneak down to your clit. In less than a second Vegeta caught your wrist and pinned it to the pillow above your head. You squirmed beneath him, desperate, but he did not yield, holding firm.

“Vegeta, please,” you pleaded, pride be damned.

 “So needy,” he chuckled darkly, “I like it when you beg.”

You huffed, struggling against his hold, though you knew it was pointless. You arched your back, managing to brush your dripping cunt against his cock briefly, pleasure flooding your senses.

“Fuck,” he hissed at the unexpected touch, unable to deny himself any longer.

His fingers dipped into your folds, circling your hole before teasingly sliding in. He worked his fingers gingerly in and out of you, curling them slightly for a delicious pressure you hadn’t experienced before. You were putty in his hands; a mewling mess and he hadn’t even touched your clit yet.

“Vegeta, please,” you repeated, unable to form any other words. You wrapped your tail around his thigh for emphasis.

He hummed and considered your request, all the while still fucking you with his fingers. A particularly well-timed stroke had you breathing heavier than you already were, and he finally gave in to your whims, his thumb pressing your neglected cluster of nerves with surgical precision.

“Ah!” You shuddered at the touch, before melting into him all over again, the added stimulation pushing you to the edge of climax.

As fast as it had started, he pulled out of you. You made a very unsexual noise of frustration and glared at his stupid smirking face. He tossed the blankets off and looked down at you.

“Turn over.” He ordered; that princely authority giving you goosebumps.

It was your turn to tease.

“No,” you put on your sweetest smile.

“Do it yourself or I will make you,” he growled.

That was an idea. You pushed the thought away and stood your ground.

“No,” you said again, the same saccharine smile glued to your lips.

“Fine. You asked for this.” His eyes were excited, and you knew you were in for a treat.

He snatched up your free hand and held it in place with the one he had captured earlier, transferring his grip so both of your hands fit in one of his.

“Wait,” you said.

He raised an eyebrow, annoyed that you were interrupting him. Again.

“I’ll turn over if you let me touch myself.” He flashed his teeth in a crooked smile.

“No deal.”

Without warning you were on your stomach, arms pinned above your head. You tossed your hair over your shoulder, hoping to whack him with it, annoyed. Sadly, you missed. He pressed his face against your ear, nipping at the lobe.

“I don’t make deals with brats. Remember that next time you decide to get on my nerves,” his voice was sinfully low, wetness pooling between your legs, the restraints on your arms turning you on more than you expected.

You chose not to respond, instead enjoying the pleasure of his free hand roaming your backside. He gave you a quick smack, hard enough to sting but heat went shooting up your body.

How does he know exactly what to do? You thought to yourself. You’d have to ask him later.

You felt his hand leave from your body, and you focused your attention back to him. You squeaked in response. His eyes were closed, his cock fully erect as he stroked it gently, slowly. A sticky droplet of pre-cum dripped onto your ass and you whimpered. He was still holding your hands above your head, but you felt like you might explode if he didn’t start fucking you.

Your insides were already wound so tight you were worried that you’d finish embarrassingly fast, so you decided to play fair and let him do his thing for a little bit.

It was nice to watch him languidly stroke himself, his lips slightly parted, breathing a little quicker than normal. You breathed through your nose, his musk, cedar and sweat mixing with his arousal into a dizzyingly delectable scent.

He slid his eyes open and looked at you through his lashes, adjusting his position to hover over you.

You hissed with surprise as he reached across the bed and snatched a condom from beside you, ripping it open with his teeth, not daring to release his hold on your arms. You were mesmerized as he dragged it over his length.

You tried to prepare yourself but there was nothing that could have stopped the moan that escaped you as he pushed the head of his cock into your wanting pussy.

He grunted as he slid deeper until he was fully sheathed, your cunt flexing to accommodate him. He was breathing heavily against the back of your neck. He only paused for a moment before starting a relentless pace, pounding into you, lewd slaps and your mewling echoing through the quiet room.

You clutched the pillowcase beneath your hands as you arched your back into him, achieving the perfect angle that started to unravel you. You mumbled his name, the only word you could remember.

Pressure continued to build in your core, your moans getting louder as his thrusts became more erratic, needier.

You could tell he was close, and so were you. You drove your hips back into his, each movement punctuated by your combined whines and groans. With a gasp you felt your release, hot pleasure rippling through your body as you orgasmed, muscles tensing and loosening.

He fucked you through your climax, his cock flexing with the beginning of his own release with his powerful strokes.

With a roar he finished, plunging himself as deeply inside you as he could, his strong arm letting go of your wrists. The two of you were panting, the pleasure putting you in a fog; it was hard to think.

After a few moments he gently pulled out and you let your tail unwrap from his leg as he padded into the bathroom to clean himself up. You stretched your arms and rolled onto your side, wondering if Vegeta would hold you when he got back. You hoped he would, but a large part of you could picture him saying something stupid like “I don’t cuddle,” and leaving it at that.

He returned shortly, still naked, but holding a clean hand towel. He extended it to you, and you accepted. He readjusted all the blankets as you cleaned yourself up and then climbed into bed next to you, laying on his back.

“Holy shit, Vegeta,” you breathed, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him, “where did you learn to do that?”

He chuckled, “I thought you didn’t have any interest in hearing about my sexual prowess?”

“That was before I experienced it. Seriously, how many girls have you been with before me?”

“You really want to know? If I tell you, you have to tell me how many men you’ve slept with.” He raised an eyebrow.

“I am dying to know.”

“You’re not going to like my answer.”

“Just spit it out!”

He laughed, a real belly laugh that had your heart skipping beats.

“If I told you it was just Bulma before you, would you believe me?”

Your jaw dropped to the floor.

“You’re lying.” “I’m not.”

“Mister ‘as if you have more experience than me’ has only fucked one girl?”

“Two, now. I’m good at counting,” he winked.

You just stared at him in amazement, laying back down.

“Unbelievable.”

He rolled onto his side, facing you, humor glittering in his eyes.

“Your turn. How many?”

“Umm, three guys before you? Nothing serious, obviously, just Yamcha and two randoms from a club I went to with the girls.” “Yamcha? Does every woman I date have to have history with that guy?”

“He’s just easy, don’t get jealous on me. Plus, you’ve only dated two women. Not exactly a trustworthy sample size.”

“Fair.”

“So, is this your weird way of asking me out?”

He blinked, “weird?”

“Well, you didn’t really ask. You just said ‘every woman I date,’” you pointed out.

He flushed, not sure what to say.

“If that’s the case, I would be accepting the offer, Vegeta,” you said softly.

He sighed, relieved.

“Good.”

You smiled and tucked your face into his chest. He wrapped his arm around you, and you drifted off into sleep.  

[purrgiri]

Peak has dropped and i must ramble if you didn't watch go do it already

anyhow time to ramble about omnilander part 2 anime bungalo ak shigiaraki vs mahito

The opening for starters i like how they had danger sense make shigiaraki instinctively form flesh to protect himself before taking one for the team way to go and from there mahito just trying to whittle shigiaraki down actually had me worried for a moment

Shigiaraki copying deku was awesome i expected to do the crouch deku did against flect but omnimaning the train was just as good the job interview turned execution

This was the moment i knew mahito was done for rule of thumb if you went super first your the loser 99% of the time it's the thumb pose of death battle sorry mahito but you sealed your fate

Did anyone say domain expansion?

This was awesome pure peak mahito mocking shigiaraki for being just a sad little boy who was hated by daddy i could hear shigiaraki getting angrier

And of course then our potato faced king of evil came in clutch

Leading to mahito running like a bitch

Then dying like one while shigiaraki calls him out for being a pathetic hater hating because he was built to

Shigiaraki hates because he hates mahito isn't at his level

As for the conclusion yeah sorry to say it but if you thought mahito ever had any hope of actually winning this then i genuinely have no idea which manga you read i can't even be polite about it

Stats was never close the amount of mental gymnastics needed to get mahito to the point he can level more then a city block when i can just show you shigiaraki and others he scales to doing such feats of power make it clear

I don't need mental gymnastics to make shigiaraki faster then sound or the speed of light i can show that unlike mahito who doesn't have the feats for it

And even with mental gymnastics mahito is still below shigiaraki even without bringing up the planetry implications

Vestiges are souls im pretty sure everyone knew it was coming there is to much showing they are souls thus shigiaraki has everything he needs to counter mahito one win con the idle transfiguration

And thus this became one sided

I did have some issues with how they played mahito abilities it definitely a no limit fallcy in my opinion to say mahito can't be harmed without curse energy if goku decks mahito he gets vaporised curse energy or no curse energy

The same for the entire healing from nothing part

These were being way to generous of mahito abilities but then again mahito was cooked either way being stuck in a omnilander level stomp with him being homelander so im not mad about it let him have something going for him

Overall the verdict holds up

So finally

IT'S TIME FOR MASTER CHIEF FUNERALLLLL!!!

(i love him but slayer destroys this man)

Yeah he is cooked they already gave lore to dragonborn chosen undead kratos slayer is getting lore which means chief is getting cooked

It's universal-multiversal with infinite speeds vs city level with FTL he has no hope of scraping dirt off slayer armour

Still looking forward to it tho

Till next time

[numbuh24insane]

It's Difficult Being A Yamcha Fan

I never actually watched that much anime growing up, my parents would rent VHS from the library. One of them was the Original Dragon Ball series or at least sections of it. That was one of the things I grew up watching and I latched onto Yamcha as a kid, I just thought he was the coolest and his fear of women at the time was the funniest thing to me. And the Tien vs Yamcha fight is still an all time favorite for me, I still get chills when watching it.

I watched Dragon Ball Z way later and Yamcha got sidelined hard, though a lot of characters got sidelined (sorry Launch), but even then he still tries. He beat the Saibaman and only died because he turned around and didn't think that the Saibaman had anything left in him.

It sucks that he died, but what sucks more is the larger effect that this had on the fanbase.

Turning him from an endearing character to just a joke.

Then the dub had the audacity to decry him as a cheater, despite that never being a thing in the actual series, but Toriyama would say it years later in an interview.

But that was never in Yamcha's character, but that got out there and the fanbase idea of him became worse.

And as time went on, Yamcha just became more and more and more of a joke, Super came out and they made it a goal to use Yamcha as a joke. To not even bring him along to fight the Frieza Force because it's too dangerous (But they brought Master Roshi!? The person at the time that they believed Yamcha far surpassed!?), they repeat Yamcha's death pose and then there's having Yamcha believing that he'll be chosen for the TOP but no one comes to get him.

It's sad to see what the Desert Bandit of Diablo has become, especially in the eyes of the people.

Funfact, in the original series Yamcha had two dreams.

The first was to become the Winner of Budokai.

The second was to get married and start a family.

And all these years later he hasn't accomplished either, only being used as a punching bag for both the audience and the show.

It's hard being a fan of Yamcha, remembering how he was in the original show, how no matter times he was beaten down, that he would always get up. That he had a kick ass fight with Tien, that he was the first human student of Roshi's to master the Kamehameha, that he was the one that had the best control of Ki, how he saved the group from Oozaru Goku, and even with a broken leg he was still prepared to fight Demon King Piccolo.

But people don't see that now.

They just see him as an adulterer, pathetic, something to laugh at, a joke through and through.

[cuddlesomeone]

I'm wanting to write for Raditz but I've never done it before. Do you have any tips/tricks? I'm having trouble with deciding how to write him. I know people have their different interpretations

i'm going to lay out my own interpretation and hope it can help guide how you present him first then do some more concise restatement of tips and tricks based on that--

raditz is compensating for being the weakest of the saiyan trio by acting untouchable. classic "i feel like the worst so i act like i'm the best" behavior.

this can be reflected in everything from his loud, over-the-top personality to the unnecessary cruelty he uses to establish dominance (killing the farmer who posed no threat, picking a fight with piccolo for no reason, flexing on piccolo and goku instead of just beating them). he's a victim-bully through and through.

he’s awful to goku and gohan, but there’s a flicker of something deeper. he patiently explains goku’s origins, doesn’t attack gohan until provoked, and seems genuinely distressed about goku’s lost tail and brain damage. he’s brutal, but those moments hint at a capacity for something more if he wasn’t so consumed by saiyan pride

raditz views earthlings as pests, an inferior race he has no problem wiping out. he’s spent his whole life murdering innocents—he’s not just an insecure bully, he’s also a ruthless killer

raditz is so sure vegeta and nappa are going to revive him, smiling to the very end. he is SO deluded in his evaluation of his own importance. they couldn't care less and that blind faith in his place among them is tragically misplaced. even his death is reflective of his fatal flaw: he could have won if he took the fight seriously from the start, but his need to show off got him killed.

raditz is big. he’s physically intimidating and his hair adds to that. his voice in the dub is big, too--scratchy, loud, and smug punctuated with a grating laugh. he LOVES to hear himself talk.

he’s had a lifetime of rough conditions that shaped him into a monster. the potential for good is there (he’s goku’s brother and gine's son, after all), but he’s not flipping a switch overnight. any growth is going to come with layers of brash cruelty, self-sabotage, and pride getting in the way.

some little side notes--

he has got to have some hangups related to his tail since he still has it as a weak point while nappa and vegeta do not

his hair is probably a point of pride for him because why the heck else would you not cut that mess, there's no way it's practical

final fanon-y note: raditz’s confidence probably extends to his romantic/sexual life—he’d be cocky there too, at least on the surface

to semi-concisely restate all of that as advice for writing him

emphasize insecurity masked by bravado

he is capable of both disturbing brutality and reckless overconfidence

his family ties are an interesting source of conflict and potential growth

bear in mind his physical presence, voice, and larger-than-life personality

hope that helps, thanks for asking!!!!!!!!!!

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

Whenever Etho is sad, or mildly inconvenienced, he Assumes The Position (the Goku death pose)

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[neplusultros]

never stops being funny looking back at naruto. shonen that opens with the main character kissing his rival and constantly turning into a beautiful woman that turns men on and the first arc is about the doomed yaoi between a powerful murderous ninja and his beautiful boywife.

then like 500 chapters later they get reincarnated for evil plot reasons and the mentor character is like. thank you. your doomed yaoi taught naruto how to be a true ninja and expanded his consciousness and morality.

then the manga ends with the main character and his rival fucking echoing their death poses

and i was like 8-12 years old when this stuff was hitting the states so everyone was like "yeah haha anime is just like that sometimes." but the truth is anime is not just like that sometimes. the other big 3 are not like this. one piece has gay characters and we're all very proud of oda for learning trans people are people but nothing in one piece is nearly this homoerotic. bleach? don't make me laugh. goku and vegeta fuse but they both have wives they love in a very straight way and vegito is like the straightest concept imaginable they are NEVER doing this shit

the realest yaoi is made by men so unhealed they don't even recognize when things are gay. thank you kishimoto for the powerful contributions of your ignorance.

[succubusbri]

obsession [drabble series]

[yandere!goku & vegeta x original character]

[summary]: you began to take more notice of vegeta's strange staring. did he always look at newcomers with such intensity?

[warnings]; no use or y/n, main character is a student under goku and vegeta, main character is from universe six, post tournament of power.

The four of you had been split into two groups. You and Caulifla would start off with Goku while Kale and Cabba went with Vegeta. It made things a lot more simpler. Kale wasn't too excited to spar with Vegeta. Caulifla turns towards you once the two of you had positioned yourselves into a fighting stance, prepared to begin the first lesson of the day.

"Remember, stand your ground." Despite it being a friendly warmup, Caulifla still reminded you to keep your guard up.

Caulifla was the first to attack Goku, her determination and effort to get payback evident. She was still in base form as the use of super saiyan wouldn't come in handy til later down the line. Goku dodges her attack with ease, a smirk captivating his lips in amusement. Following behind her, you struck him down next. Caulifla took one side and you took the other. She continues to aim at his weak spots while you have targeted areas that would catch him off guard.  Though Goku wasn't oblivious as he had a feeling what you guys had up your sleeves. It was like the tournament with Kale and Caulifla.

"Not bad." Goku praised, forcing you to fly back from the sudden force of wind knocking the two of you back. You maintained your balance as your boots dug into the depths of the soil.  Caulifla grunts as she pulls herself up onto her feet. That little defense mechanism didn't knock down the excitement for her to be fighting Goku again. 

"I can tell you guys have improved since we've last fought." Goku's spiky black hair glows into a bright golden color the second he shifts into super saiyan. His teal eyes switch between yours and Caulifla's. "Let's see how far you've gotten."

"C'mon." Caulifla smirks as she turns to look at you with teal eyes matching Goku's.  Her hands clenched into fists as she struck a fighting pose. "Let's show him what we've got!"

—

You, Caulifla and Kale had all laid out on the grass, exhaustion coursing through your flesh. The three of you had returned back to base form to preserve energy. The sky that was once colored blue is now a mixed shade of orange and red, a reminder that the day was coming close to an end. Goku offers you a hand in which you accept, pulling yourself onto your feet just as Cabba helps Caulifla and Kale up.

Your hungry stomach doesn't go unnoticed as Goku remembers what Bulma had spoken to him about earlier. The earthly saiyan rubs his stomach in circles as it also growls. "You guys stand together strong, I give you that one." Goku's compliment is a heartfelt and genuine one compared to the one Vegeta had given Kale and Cabba.

Vegeta just nodded his head with a grunt, no other words having the courage to leave the Prince's mouth just yet. There goes that staring again. It was starting to weird you out. The prince attempts to read through you with his stern gaze, eyes darker than death itself  burning through your skin. What was your relationship with these three saiyans and why were you hanging with them when they were only holding you back from true potential?

Vegeta 'tched', removing his gaze from you. Why does it matter anyways? You are just another student.  You all still had a long way to go. The difference between now and from the tournament was incredible although Vegeta would never verbally admit that. 'I could really use some of Chi-Chi's cooking right about now.' Goku had thought as his mind hoped that his wife wouldn't be too angry at him for long. Chi-Chi often calmed down while he was there or away and while she wanted to slap the living shit out of clueless saiyan, her mind convinced her to take it down a notch. Although.....

Goku shakes his head with both hands hosted on his waist. "Hey, you guys hungry?"

—

Bulma had invited you and your friends stay with her and Vegeta that night out of the kindness of her heart. There were quite a few spare rooms in the house and if you've done the math correctly–it was more than enough. Cabba had expressed his gratitude to Bulma and Chi-Chi for cooking such delightful meal. You, Cabba and Kale had good manners as Chi-Chi had took notice of.

Caulifla was a different story.

Chi-Chi observed the scene with a hint of concern and disgust at the fact that she may choke. That's how all saiyans she crossed paths with had eaten. The earthling holds her tongue for now.

"Caulifla slow down before you choke." You warned as her loud chewing had grown to irritate you. Your elbow nudged your friend's side. Caulifla's cheeks were stuffed with food. It was as if she hadn't eaten in millennials since you've been on this planet. "Fine." She huffs with puffy cheeks, voice muffled from all the food she has yet to swallow. You give Chi-Chi an apologetic smile, embarrassed by the lack of manners from your comrade.

Chi-Chi shakes her head with a disappointed sigh before returning to eat from her own plate. It reminded her of how Goku would eat after nearly days of being gone.

—

Dinner eventually comes to an end as everyone went their separate ways. Bulma and Chi-Chi had sparked a conversation amongst themselves in the kitchen as they washed out the shit amount of dishes. Caulifla and Kale had retired to their own rooms, presumably too full to do anything else. It had just left you there with Goku and Vegeta. Your silence was interrupted by one your mentor calling you out. You would've expected them to not want to do anything else other than lay down and let their meal digest.

"So Cabba's friend," Goku smiles, a little too wide for comfort. Vegeta scoffs at Goku's nickname for you despite the fact he didn't catch your actual name earlier. "Whatcha think about one more spar with us before bed? Maybe to let out some steam?"

A spar? At this time of night. Would their wives even be okay with it? Knowing them, they were already used to this behavior regardless of the scolding they recieve the next day or so. Brows furrowed, it didn't rid the agreement of getting one last spar out before bed. With a nod, you didn't see why not.

—

You stood in an open field with the only source of light coming from the full moon displayed so high up in the sky. Your body is instinctively moved into a fighting stance, fists clenched in preparation. Goku smirks as him and Vegeta copy the same movements. "Ready?" He quizzes, expecting nothing more than a nod or a 'ready' from you.

With the three of you in an more open space, it set a reminder that you would be able to go all out without any limitations. The two of them watched as you charged towards them with full determination expressed on your face.

[instaquarius]

100 DBZ OC ART CHALLENGE

1.) Introduction.  2.) Flight.  3.) Hero.  4.) Full Moon.  5.) Transformation.  6.) Rage. 7.) Fusion (potara, Namekian, or finger fusion) 8.) Great Ape. 9.) Master and Student. 10.) Tournament. (Worlds Strongest Under the Heavens, the afterlife one from that one filler episode/arc, universes 6 v. 7 tournament, or the Tournament of Power) 11.) Fighting. 12.) Destruction. 13.) Ki control 14.) Aura. 15.) Blasts. 16.) Rivals. 17.) Quest. 18.) Family. 19.) Danger Zone. 20.) As a baby. 21.) With the Z sword (or training with the Z Sword) 22.) Victory. 23.) Death. 24.) Loss. 25.) Crisis. 26.) In other world. 27.) Snake way. 28.) Playing Baseball. 29.) At Kaio Samas' place. (In heaven?) 30.) In hell with HFIL ogres. 31.) Kaioshins' planet. 32.) Lovers. 33.) Doing Ginyu Force poses (or actually IN the Ginyu Force if you want XD) 34.) Saiyaman/Saiyagirl poses. 35.) 1st form, 2nd,3rd, 4th, (Golden or 5th form) 36.) Training in Gravity room 37.) Weighted Gi 38.) Wearing Earth clothes; casual 39.) in Dragonball art style (Like, before Z, Super etc.) 40.) Protection. 41.) Powering up. 42.) Fighting Frieza, Cell or Buu (or a movie villain) 43.) Universal Tournament. 44.) In the future. 45.) Immortality. 46.) Clones 47.) Finding the Dragonballs 48.) Meditating 49.) Fighting a God of Destruction 50.) Ritual 51.) Fighting the Legendary Super Saiyan 52.) Fighting in the Tuffle War 53.) Mind Control (by baby, Babidi, Towa/Mira etc.) 54.) As a Time Breaker 55.) As a Time Patroller 56.) Fighting the Z warriors.  57.) On Planet Vegeta. 58.) Getting absorbed (by a Majin?) 59.) False SSJ 60.) Getting turned into candy 61.) Inside the healing tank (like on Friezas spaceship) 62.) In the Hyperbolic Time Chamber (or Room of Spirit and Time) 63.) Eating. 64.) Revenge. 65.) Pride 66.) Sacrifice. 67.) Bloodied.  68.) Fear. 69.) Heart Virus. 70.) Meeting Arale (from Dr. Slump) 71.) Using the Kaioken. 72.) Climbing Korin Tower (like in original dragonball before flight was a thing) 73.) Wearing a Turtle Shell. 74.) Determined. 75.) Getting Married. 76.) Best Friends. 77.) Screams. 78.) Rescued. 79.) Mafuba. 80.) Killing. 81.) Defeat. 82.) Sadness. 83.) Happiness. 84.) In a Saiyan spacepod. 85.) Hatred. 86.) Crushed. 87.) Beam Struggle. 88.) Genki Dama (Spirit Bomb) 89.) Showering 90.) Wearing the pink Badman shirt 91.) Scheming. 92.) Fighting Merged Zamasu (or Regular Zamasu) 93.) Fighting a Black version of your OC (hint: Goku Black) 94.) Unlocked Potential.  95.) Confused. 96.) In highschool. 97.) Tears. 98.) Act of kindness 99.) Tag team 100.) With you (The creator of OC/artist) saying they survived the Challenge

Rules~~~~ 1.) Can go from any order you wish. It doesn't matter the order you do these in. 2.) Be creative. 3.) All writings/drawings must be related to DBZ in some way/the theme you choose to do. 4.) Link if you do do this? I'd love to see :3 5.) Also please leave a mention to this in your submissions~ 6.) You can use both OCs and cannon characters as long as its related to the series. 7.) Can be done whenever you feel like~ (No deadline or each theme has to be done once a day or anything) 8.) (Your also free to copy paste to a journal or something the themes to keep track of them as long as credits back to me)  9.) Have fun~

[galexibrain]

The Buu Saga gets a lot of shit, and while I do agree with some, I disagree with others, and overall I still love it bc it was the first arc I saw properly (started in the midlde of the Cell Games when DBZ first aired here).

But the one thing that find ... idk, unfortunate? sad? is that with all the drama and the various sudden shifts in direction the individual deaths lose their meaning.

I heavily disagree with the Dragon Balls taking away emotional depth from the story bc "everyone gets resurrected anyways", no matter if they're temporarily unavailable (like when Piccoli & Kami die).

From the first deaths up until the Buu Saga every death among the main cast does have meaning, and it has emotional weight and consequences for the tone of the story AND the characters themselves.

Starting with Bora's death back in the earlier days of the manga: for the first time we see what the Dragon Balls can actually be used for, instead of "haha world domination haha she wants a boyfriend lmao he wished for a pair of undies".

And the first death that really hit was Krillin's. It had a strong impact on Goku and on everyone else, King Piccolo was the first actual villain that really posed a threat - up to and including Tao Baibai it was mostly "Goku can do anything". Like when he solo'd the entire Red Ribbon Army.

And if y'all already forgot (I tend to lmao): Chao-zu and Roshi died too during the King Piccolo arc, and that was when King Piccolo killed Shenlong, so it appeared the Dragon Balls were gone for good.

The tone of the story at that point was, while getting more serious, still much more light-hearted than after the DB/Z break. And still every death was a significant part of what was going on.

The next death that happens is Goku's when Raditz arrives. And that WAS a fucking relevant thing! It's for good reason that they decided to make an entire new anime even though in the manga it's just another time skip.

The main character dies! The one who, by the end of the last arc, was considered absolutely invincible! And even though, as Goku was dying, they said "dw we're going to bring you back", it really hit. Especially knowing what was going to come a year later ...

Fast forward, Nappa and Vegeta arrive and Nappa essentially solos Yamcha, Chao-zu, Tenshinhan, and Piccolo. Never before in the story did we have so many deaths among the main cast at once! It was never this dark before! And now the Dragon Balls are gone forever because Kami is dead too! I only got to this part after watching the later arcs, so I knew what was going to happen (mostly) but that must have felt fucking dark!

Bulma has a full-on breakdown when she learns that Yamcha died and that the Dragon Balls are gone. The only other time we see her like that? That's right, when Vegeta dies 10+ years later which seemed to be pretty permanent too at the time.

I also love how the tone shifts again the moment Krillin drops the Namek bomb. Hooray, space adventure! That was a nice throwback actually to the good old times of "we're going to collect the Dragon Balls and travel the world universe!".

The next death is Krillin on Namek. And I don't think I have to explain how deep an impact that had on the narrative. Goku doesn't KNOW that Polunga can resurrect a person as often as you want. Goku doesn't KNOW Krillin isn't gone for good. And even if he knew - I think such a brutal, unexpected death would have caused his SSJ transformation aynways.

(Honorable mention Vegeta: when he died it wasn't as an enemy. His death seemed finite at the time and it was SAD. He died defeated and hopeless and far from the proud warrior he was before.)

The next thing related to death and Dragon Balls we see is Future Trunks and what he tells us about a world WITHOUT Dragon Balls. It's catastrophic! (And also simply realistic, which ouch).

The deaths during the Android/Cell Saga (I often count them as one lol): Sixteen, Future Trunks and Goku. And like, boi.

Sixteen was always going to be finite (which booo, why wasn't he resurrected alongside Seventeen? Boooo) and it mostly served one purpose: to get Gohan to snap. It's not that significant on a larger scale bc anyone else's death would have done the job too. For example one of the Baby Cells killing any of the Z fighters? I think that would have done it too.

For Future Trunks and Goku: Both of these had massive, longterm consequences. For Future Trunks bc I firmly believe that watching him die was the main catalyst for Vegeta to start caring and to realize that shit, yeah, he's a father, he has a son, that son means something to him.

And Goku's death did seem to be permanent. It was supposed to be. Gohan was supposed to be the main character now. Theoretically, like with the break between the DB anime and DBZ they could have made another anime.

What we get instead is a chaotic mess that I love very dearly but that I wish would have gone differently at a few points. (I am a fan of resurrecting both Vegeta and Goku though. This is Dragon Ball and I don't want death to be permanent here. :P)

But what I dislike the most is that literally everyone was turned into a background character whose death was just "meh yeah everyone's dead now, sucks".

Gohan's "death" was a clown show and actually the thing about the Buu Saga that annoyes me the most bc 1) why is anyone acting like he's gone for good? Dragon Balls much? and 2) when he "died" Bulma & Co. hadn't resurrected the people from Vegeta's Majin Oopsie yet. So, even if Gohan had died ... he would have already been resurrected alongside the people at the tournament and Kibito. C'mon.

And all that came after felt so ... insignificant. Up until Buu destreyed Earth it felt like no one even cared that literally everyone was dead. Krillin, Bulma, Yamcha, Eighteen, Chichi, etc. Goten had a tiny moment of anger when Buu killed Chichi but Trunks didn't even think about his mother. There were a few among the dead that can't be revived with Earth's Dragon Balls anymore.

It felt so brushed aside ... like "yeah those guys aren't important, no need to mourn them or even acknowledge their deaths much. The most reaction we get is when Goku tells Vegeta that Bulma is died to get him to fuse, which is basically a single panel of Geets going "grrr". Wow.

Idk. Even with the apocalyctic feeling during the Buu Saga that felt cheap.

[sonicjustbecause]

Two wrongs don't make one right.

I must admit i'm surprised about so many people siding with the villain (Nine) in Sonic Prime and wanting him to win while wanting see Sonic to lose, even wanting his death just because he is sometimes airheaded in this serie. Certainly it shows that Nine is a fine character who is relatable to many. But what he is doing in the third serie is messed up and not justifiable.

Nine getting drunk of power.

Nine wanting to take Sonic's life not for revenge but just for his goals.

What else? I'm sure there will be many we'll see in the third serie.

I compare Nine to another character who started with good intentions and descended into darkness. Zamasu.

Zamasu is a kaioh who decides to become a kaiohshin with the goal to keep the order of the universe he belongs. Unfortunately, despite working toward the goal to become a god of creation (Kaiohshin), he thinks like a god of destruction (Hakaishin). Hakaishin of Dragon ball aren't evil. they work toward keeping order in the universe alongshide the kaioshin. But Zamasu despise all intelligent lifeforms 8he calls them mortal, being them humans, humanoid lizards, charizards etc...). Unfortunately, Zamasu thinks all mortal are evil and deserve to die. And he considers evil even the gods who try to stop him.

Nine gest corrupted when he gains all the piece of the prism. He can do everything he wants and think his power is infinite.

This is the typical pose of a villain who is drunk of power.

Coming back to Zamasu, he gets corrupted once he understands he can take action to reach his goal.

In this Zamasu is different from Nine. Zamasu is a proactive villain. he takes decisions and makes havoc. Nine is a passive villain. If he never meet Sonic, He would still live peacefully in his lab, working at his invention, trying to make his life better while being an inoffensive citizien (ot at worst occasionally hacking Chaos Council servers for his personal goals). For this i don't agree about Nine being a protagonist (to me he lacks all characteristics a protagonist has). Apart for the title of the serie (is Sonic Prime, not Nine Prime), Nine, as much as aggressive and with a well defined personality, is a passive character who act after stuffs happened.

Protagonists like Sonic, have the power to change the people around them. He gave a boost to all the counterparts who were pure hearted and made them his allies. He involved Shadow in all of this and gained his support and Shadow is slowly opening up. He pushed Nine out from his den. And he is the real wielder of the prysm power, although he still doesn't know/doesn't understand that. Not all protagonists are talented of course but they all have the power and the determination to change the world through people around them.

Yes, there are protagonists that are passive (like Goku). But even passive protagonists have the powers I've mentioned above. Nine doesn't have anything like that. Nine is one of the many that needs the action and the influence of a protagonists to take decision and moving toward changes.

Nine is a great passive villain and a dangerous one.

Now, OK he was bullied and live in Pyongyang New Yolk with all related issues. But being bullied as a child or having lived in a ditactorship doesn't make you immune to mistakes, nor it makes you immune from taking the lesson you deserve. And Nine really need at least a metaphorical ass whooping right now. I'm prtetty sure he will learn the hard way. and probably in the end he will win. Just like Sonic and Shadow.

[namimikan]

Interesting thing about the Yamcha's death pose meme from someone that's watched the full Dragon Ball series, there's actually several things about it are lost in the pop culture versions:

For one its actually a very serious and tragic scene, with Yamcha's friends breaking down as they watch him die after he's killed by one of the enemy soldiers doing a suicide attack.

Yamcha actually acts very heroic there as Krillin (main character) was going to fight the enemy forces, but Yamcha noted that the Dragonballs can only revive someone once and Krillin already died once, so it'd be safer if he went ahead first. (The only reason why this plan didn't work is the Dragon Balls were lost).

The mook that killed him, the Saibaman/Cultivar was actually really strong, like it was as strong as the villain Goku had just sacrificed himself to beat Raditz. Powerscaling is wack, yo!

Yamcha more or less wins the battle against the Saibaman & its only when it manages to get up one last time & self destruct Yamcha without warning that he dies. Do note, this would've killed any other character there outside of Piccolo and the self destruct ability was something everyone was unaware of!

If anything its impressive, Yamcha's corpse was not only in one piece, but unblemished, even his hair was still neat. The Saibaman was gibbed by the explosion.

But basically nuance can be lost in pop culture/memes. That reminds me, I think Yamcha gets a villain ship in Super Dragon Ball Heroes.

v. true. nuance is often lost for the meme, and often the context is entirely removed it’s fascinating to see what sticks and what doesn’t. i’m curious to know what villain ship yamcha gets! i’ve heard of frieza/yamcha, but idk if that was meant as pure crackiness tho.

i’ve watched dragon ball up to gt! i’m very charmed by its nonsense! haven’t seen kai, super or any additional shows, tho! but ty for the extra details on the events surrounding yamcha’s death. tbh i’ve always liked yamcha for deciding he’s reached his limit and becoming a baseball player instead, and is still part of the z warriors family. (it is insane that the saibaman were as powerful as raditz, but then again… this is dbz we’re talking about!) but you’re right, it was genuinely sad to watch, even knowing that he can return to life later on.

still… dragon ball’s true villain/hero ship… krillin/18!!! so cute and chaotic during the cell arc! they really did make me laugh from start to finish. i can’t really call the androids anti-villains for most of that saga, but they were a fun spinning wrench that remained unpredictable til the end.

[hermanunworthy]

23 with swiftli :]

I Act Like Dead Weight 'Cause I Love You

23. carrying the other one in their arms

from the touch prompts list!

another request for 23 whoa!! not a problem though, i was very happy to write some swiftli (sorry this took longer than i thought anon, i started kinda losing motivation halfway through bc i wasnt liking how it was turning out)

also on ao3!

Taylor Swift is not one to show any sign of weakness. He doesn't complain in the face of hardship, or experience fear in the face of danger. He’s all witty quips, flashy smirks, and cool poses. Nothing fazes him, because he’s the unstoppable hero of this story.

…Lincoln Li-Wilson knows that that’s all just bullshit, though.

He knows that the sweat breaking out on Taylor’s face right now, sticking his hair to his forehead, isn't just for dramatic effect. He isn't Goku in the middle of an intense battle, he’s just walking home from school beside him on the quiet sidewalk. Something’s wrong, but like every other time something is wrong with him, he just won't admit it.

“Tay, you good?” Lincoln knows it’s a futile question, but he can't just not say anything. He’s not just going to silently listen to Taylor’s strained, panting breaths the whole way home.

“Oh, yeah, I'm awesome!” the shorter teen replies in an instant, giving a big grin before jerking his head away sharply to hide a wince. His free hand shoots up to cup his jaw, while the other holds a death grip on his cane, leaning on it heavily with each step.

Lincoln’s brow furrows. He hates seeing his best friend suffering like this. “Tay, it’s okay, it’s just me. We're not at school now, you don't have to act tough.”

“No, Link, don't worry about me,” Taylor tries to reassure him, but his voice is shaky. “There’s nothing to worry about! How was that soccer game yesterday, by the way?”

He’s trying to change the subject, but Lincoln can't let this rest just yet, not until he can get his friend to rest. “I do worry about you, though. I don't like seeing you hurting. It's okay to ask for help, you know?”

Taylor shakes his head a bit too aggressively. “Link, stop. I don't… like making you worry.” His voice is getting whinier, a tell-tale sign for Lincoln that he is becoming deeply upset.

Okay, maybe I should stop pushing him, if it’s only agitating him more. Lincoln knows that Taylor doesn't like to talk about his personal problems, and he knows he should respect that. “Alright. I'm sorry. I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable. I just care about you, y’know? You're my best friend, of course I worry.”

But then he realizes that the shorter teen is no longer at his side. He whips around and finds him standing about a yard away, hunched over and winded. He looks like he’s barely able to stay standing.

“...Help,” he wheezes out in the tiniest voice.

In a whirlwind of protective energy, Lincoln is coming to his aid, whisking him off his feet and into his arms. He hangs the cane gently on Taylor’s wrist, and then guides his arms up to reach around the taller teen’s shoulders. He makes sure to have him hoisted up high enough to allow him to lean against his body without as much strain.

Despite his claims to be okay, Taylor already has his face smothered in the crook of Lincoln’s neck, whimpering pathetically. He holds him closely, his body pressed against his as much as possible.

Lincoln is happy to support him as much as he needs. “Comfy enough?” he asks with a gentle pat on the back.

Taylor answers with another whine, and then the slightest of nods, and then the words “Better. Tired. Hurts,” mumbled against his skin.

“I know, buddy,” the soccer player murmurs soothingly as he starts to walk forward again, careful not to disturb his friend. “I know. I got you.”

They originally planned to split off at the corner dividing the paths to their respective houses, but Lincoln isn't just going to make his friend walk the rest of the way. He has no problem delivering him directly to the Swift house.

He’s a bit heavy to carry, and the sweaty warmth of his body flush against his is making the trek a bit of a challenge, but there's nothing Lincoln wouldn't do to help his buddy out. Besides, just being able to feel Taylor’s chest moving with slightly steadier breaths now is enough motivation to keep him going.

Along the way, Lincoln hums the tune to some anime opening he’s heard Taylor play for him before. He can't remember what show it’s from, and he’s not great at replicating notes, but he knows that his friend must recognize it enough, because he can feel his lips slowly curling into a content smile against his neck. Or maybe he’s just amused by his failed attempt at humming a song he doesn't know. Or maybe he just appreciates the vibration of the taller teen’s chest as he hums. He knows Taylor finds the purring of cats to be soothing, so maybe it can help simulate that effect.

Taylor nuzzles his friend’s collarbone, fiddling with the back of the collar of his jersey. Much like a cat himself, Lincoln notes, feeling a bit tingly.

When they reach the Swift house, Taylor’s mom rushes to the door the moment she sees her son in Lincoln's arms in the Ring camera. “Oh goodness, oh, Taybie, baby…” She rubs Taylor’s back with her hand, and tries to peel him off of Lincoln. However, her son just groans, clinging to his best friend even tighter.

Cassandra looks up at Lincoln. “Is he alright? Normally he comes right into my arms as soon as he gets home.”

Instead of answering her question, Lincoln asks, “How about we set him on the couch or something?” He needs to make sure Taylor is comfortable before anything else.

They enter the house, but it becomes evident that even now, Taylor still doesn't want to let go of Lincoln. So to compromise, the soccer player sits down on the couch and allows the shorter teen to settle into his lap, positioning him so that he can lay down properly without further hurting himself.

Taylor makes a few strained noises, but Lincoln just strokes his fingers through his sweaty hair, practically petting him. “It’s okay, buddy. You're home.” He gazes down at his friend’s cringing expression, hoping the muscles in his face will loosen.

Cassandra stands across from them, a little amazed by this kid’s insistence on comforting her son. “...You really care about him, huh?”

Lincoln feels a warmth in his chest, and he finds it hard to meet her eye. “Yeah… Yeah, I do.”

She sighs. “I'm really glad he has a friend like you. I was worried about how he’d be at school today. His chronic pain has been getting worse lately, and it certainly doesn't help that he also had to get his braces tightened yesterday. My poor boy.” She watches Lincoln’s hand as it moves through Taylor’s hair, the way her son leans his head into his friend’s touch. “Y’know, I really appreciate your help, but are your parents expecting you to be home?”

Oh, yeah. Lincoln has been so caught up in helping Taylor that he’s completely forgotten about his dads wanting him to be home on time. He goes to reach for his phone in his pocket, but as soon as his hand draws away, Taylor peeks his eyes open and grabs his wrist. “Don't… go,” he whimpers, guiding the taller teen’s hand to hold his jaw.

With Taylor holding his hand against his face, Lincoln feels his own heating up. “It’s alright, Tay, I'm not leaving you,” he whispers. He looks back up at Cassandra, and asks in an even quieter voice, “Sorry, could you call my dad Marco for me?”

Taylor’s mom blinks down at her son in concern, and nods. “Of course, hon.”

While she leaves to go make her call in another room, Lincoln returns his full attention to Taylor, who is beginning to snuggle even closer to him, melting in his touch. “Mm… Comfy…"

Lincoln huffs a soft laugh. “You were waiting all day for this, huh?” He remembers the way he wore a brave face during school, even through the pain. So much more pain than he himself could probably ever tolerate, let alone on a daily basis. “You were so strong today... I'm proud of you, but you don't have to always be strong, y’know?”

Taylor makes a lighthearted, drawn-out groaning noise, which rumbles against Lincoln’s hand. “Yeah, I guess…” His voice is still slurred, but now it's hard to tell if it’s from his pain or his comfort. “You’re the strong one.” He plays with the fabric of the soccer player’s jersey. “Tall, strong man. Big hero guy.”

The compliments, coupled with his best friend’s touchiness, is making Lincoln feel light-headed even though he’s just sitting. “You're like a little cat,” he teases, almost wanting to pinch his cheek, but not wanting to hurt him.

Taylor giggles lightly. “I thought you didn't like cats.” He continues to nuzzle his best friend’s hand and knead his shirt.

“Well, I like you,” Lincoln says, as easily as breathing, even though the words make his heart race after they sink in. Like carrying his friend, it’s heavy, but easy.

And Taylor simply settles against his thumping chest, as though confirming for himself the true meaning behind his words. “Cool. I like you too.”

And the two just stay like this for a bit, Lincoln’s heavy heartbeat and Taylor’s strained breathing relaxing together. It's easy. It's comfortable.

By the time Cassandra gets back, she finds that her son has fallen asleep in his best friend’s lap. “Oh–” She lowers her voice. “Lincoln, your dad said you're free to stay as long as you like.”

“Mhm,” Lincoln responds. Good. He doesn't want to leave his boy for a second.

“Do you think– I’d do it myself, but clearly…” She gestures toward the boys’ position. “Do you think you could just carry him up to his bedroom?”

Lincoln’s eyelids feel heavy, but he is more than willing to help out. He slowly, carefully, shuffles to his feet, with Taylor still in his arms.

Cassandra gives him one last thanks, ruffles her son’s hair as gently as she can, and watches as the soccer player sleepily but determinedly climbs up the stairs.

Lincoln glances down at the boy in his arms, studies the peaceful expression on his face, the complete absence of pain or suffering. He feels proud of himself for helping him get there. Even Taylor Swift, the coolest and strongest of protagonists, needs protecting sometimes.

Even a hero needs a hero of their own. And he’s glad to be his.

[star-pup01]

I need to commission myself in the goku death pose just to explain what college has done to me.

[justshitandanime]

Kimetsu no Yaiba/ Demon Slayer (Anime) Critic, opinion, whatever (no mayor spoilers)

I’m not a super nerd otaku who eat manga and who inject anime into their veins but I’m neither a noob, I saw a good amount of anime to be able to differentiate a crap of a good one. Besides that I’m OLD and I demand more than a basic plot and cute characters (I passed my Card Captor Sakura phase 300 years ago). So, with that in mind, I will now rant (because is my NEW blog and I can do the fuck I want here) about Demon Slayer and why I personally ADORE IT.

Let’s move of one basic aspect: music and design, both absolutely marvelous. The design, with that new mix between 3d and 2d without bother each other, that make the important scenes so fluid, dynamic and realistic that make your elbow tingle. The soundtracks that are sometimes catchy as fuck and sometimes a truly masterpiece (the Inosuke Theme, with the mix of oriental and orchestral, especially in THAT FIGHT, make you want to scream of how good it is).

The design of the characters is fantastic. Each character is UNIQUE to the point that you can recognize even a silhouette or a minor detail, even from secondary characters that have barely screen time.

The fights are one of the best things I see in a lot of time. Is not a “repeat the pose 4 times each 5 seconds to make the fight last longer”. They move, they change poses, they hold their swords different, they kick, they jump, elude, bend, fall, hide, get hit, block, stand up. Is a real fight (often than once make you think that the producers use some kind of IRL reference, pretty obvious in some specific cases).

Blood. Is gore but not absurd, the blood has a reason and it looks like blood, it stains, it behaves as blood, is sticky and give a level of darkness and seriousness. Is not a walk in the beach, being hurt have CONSECUENCES and humans are not immortal, they don’t show up suddenly cured and with re growing limbs. Is kinda realistic (when the plot needs it). Be serious hurt and no matter if you are a top master, you will die (cries because HIM) (also don’t cry because some bastard is flexible).  

Some backgrounds are so beautiful that can almost be watched as art. Wisteria flowers for the win, they are stunning and now I want one tree in my ceiling.

The characters have PERSONALITY. Even the most silent potato in a box have it. And their personalities GROW with the episodes. Specially Zenitsu and Inosuke.

Tanjiro is pretty much the Goku of the saga. A good soft boy who grows stronger with the power of the feelings and who is too kind to his own good.

Zenitsu is the coward, the Krilin, who can’t even fight in the beginner but who become a badass with the time.

Inosuke (my fav) is the Vegeta semi beast who shows that can behave when he wants, and who, somehow, pay more attention than Tanjiro. His growth is more evident because he passes from “Everyone is my enemy” to “I will die for you” very fast.

The secondary ones are more of the same. Great characters, even the evil ones. Some are on screen for 3 episodes and you love them to death and make you cry for days with PTSD. They have BACKGROUND. They all have motives, reason to why they are as they are, dreams, ideals, objectives, way to do the stuffs. Their personalities collide with other’s personalities, they interact, they have effect in each other, they are not in a bubble where nothing affect them. LIKE IN REAL LIFE.

The ladies are not useless bag of meat, they are not annoying lady in distress to save, they all give a fight and show they are capable, even the three cute childs of the butterflies. They also have opinions, they speak, they have point of views, with reasons, and others listen to them. Sorry, I’m just tired of the “girl who cry and is just pretty” of the animes lol.

Is drama, a lot of drama. The main characters are basically teenagers but they act in agreement with their historical surrounds (is first decade from 1900, so the culture is absolutely not similar to our) and situations (they are hunting demons, no time to make drama about bullshit).

It also has space to comedy. Perfect timing comedy, is a fun that make you smile as you cry of pain or laugh at random nonsense with almost perfect style.

It also has a space to not so Toxic Masculinity! See the main characters show high respect for the womans (and even full equality as Inosuke, who see womans just as the same as men), even when culturally can show the different. See secondary characters giving respect for the LIFE of the womans.

See the characters CRY. They are dudes and yet they cry more than me. And even when some of them are like “no, I don’t cry”, they don’t even stop. They accept they can be weak and vulnerable and not win all the time, and the only thing they see to do about it is BE BETTER.

So, no wonder why it has the success that it has. And unless they fuck it up BADLY in the next seasons, this anime will easily get a place as a Classic over time.

Score: 4.5/5 and 9/10 Welcome to the place of the Best Animes Ever