#he's so strong that people are still using his body (cells) for power

[sulky-cabbage]

Imagine if jjk ended up like Jojo's bizarre adventure...

Sukuna wins and we have a new cast every century (with some old characters from the previous season as teachers) and they try to defeat him.

We get to know Sukuna more during the seasons (and we get the heian flashback)

The best part is that Sukuna will definitely start glazing Gojo like Madara glazed Hashirama...

Something like this:

Sukuna: Gojo Satoru was the only one who could stop me. But he's no longer here.

Sukuna when Gojo's is reborn: I'VE BEEN WAITING GOJO SATORU!!

[circeyoru]

The Only Reason

[Yandere!Sung Jinwoo x Worker!Reader]

Note: I have no idea what to call this AU, but I don't think a lot of people will read this so... Haha~ Mental AU? Chaos AU?

Update! This AU is called Mana Chaos AU! Plus there's Part 2 up!!

Part 1 (here) 一 Part 2

Once, the world’s strongest Hunters were revered as humanity’s saviours and heroes for the weak and ordinary. They were once treated like celebrities and hold the highest power and authority. They were respected, praised, and idolized. They still were, now, with a hint of fear.

It all happened due to the infamous incident now dubbed as <The Outrage Incident>. It happened like any other day, in any other country, in any other city. But to only that one strong Hunter. He was an S-Rank Mage, a successful and loved one at that. The story goes like this. 

One day, this powerful Hunter was out on the street enjoying a day off, but something set him off and he used his powerful ability to set things right. It would have been the end of it since an S-Rank’s threat was enough to make the majority crumble. However, his power got out of control and caused an outrage to his being. He was using his powers in public and there was no dungeon outbreak or monsters nearby for him. No amount of justification could calm the public.

After that one incident, other countries’ S-Rank or higher started to experience a similar issue. The worst case was that even Healers of their level didn’t escape such a phenomenon. Soon, the public feared the strong protectors they once saw as shields and swords against the gates. 

Researchers and scientists were put to work quickly to investigate why and how this issue was happening now. The answer was in the overflowing mana levels within their bodies that couldn’t be contained since the human body was weak and frail for such a change. Addition to that, it correlated to the Hunter’s emotional level and their control. Institutions were built to imprison house the S-Ranks while monitoring their situation. 

Whenever an S-Rank’s mana levels and emotions show signs of <Outrage>, a term they now use to describe the Hunter going haywire with their powers on everything and anything around them, they will be sent to a dungeon alone. In the people’s eyes, it was better for that one Hunter to die in battle than kill innocents. Because at first, it was only the S-Ranks, but then some A-Ranks would fall victim to <Outrage> as well. 

The professionals have named the correlation as Emotional Mana, EM for short, which made way for the Emotional Mana Institution, EMI for strong Hunters. The Hunters were treated like mental patients or worse, forced into a straitjacket and some had a muzzle for certain Hunters. These were specially designed and created items that limit and restricts a Hunter’s use of their powers and abilities. 

It was a miracle that someone managed to create such equipment. That someone was also targetted by the S-Ranks after being announced and killed for such a disrespectful act, still the blueprints and prototypes were created and other talents that took over were able to finalize the perfect form.

“Personnel 002, you were specifically requested by SM-10.” 

You looked up from your laptop and paused in your rapid typing for just a few second before you looked back to your screen and continued typing. That code name was to protect you and everyone else that worked in EMI or have some form of connection to it, so that no innocent is sacrificed for the greater good. Still, you can’t get used to it nor do you want to. “I’m busy.”

“Please… SM-10 is way too picky with the people that enters his cell.” This person, Supervisor 843, was one of the newest employee to join the crew. Though, unlike the name of the duty, they were people that were disposable hence the frequent newcomers and high number. “Please help me.”

You sighed and glared up at the person who had a mask over their head and a voice changer to mask their identity. Though, with the way they were speaking, you could deduce this person was a ‘she’. You got up and snatched the file extended to you. Just when you thought you could rest and work in peace, trouble comes knocking on your door. “Get me a drink and some refreshment, I want to see it on my desk by the time I’m back.”

“Yes? Yes!” Supervisor 843 bowed and clapped her hands together, “I’ll do so!”

As swiftly and automatically, you made your way through the hallways and doorways, tapping your access card to unlock needed doors and lifts for your travel. On the way, other Supervisors nodded their heads and bowed in your presence when you walked by. Unlike them who wear a uniform, you only have a lab coat over your usual outfits. You don’t even have a mask or voice changer. 

Why?

You stood in front of the door that was labelled in bold ‘SM-10’, meaning the 10th S-Rank in Korea that belonged to the Mage class. The guard dressed in black from head to toe nodded their heads at you before they started unlocking the various security checkpoints and locks for you to enter into a battlefield in its own right.

“Will one hour be enough, Personnel 002?” One of the guards asked.

“Not sure, just be alert in case I need to rush out.” You spoke stoically with indifference.

Step by step, you walked in, announcing loudly of your arrival to the individual inside. The doors closed behind you and locked you inside with what everyone feared. You sighed and put away your glasses since there was no need for it right now. The room was eerily silent and cold, something you were long used to. 

You took a few more steps, walking deeper into the room where it seemed to get darker and darker even though the lights in all housed Hunters would be on 24/7 to monitor their actions and activities within the room. 

Just when your vision failed you to the point where you can’t see what was in front of you, you were enveloped in a pair of strong arms, your entire form effortlessly pulled back till your back was pressed against a firm wall of muscle one would call chest and abs. Hair tickled one side of your cheek and neck, you felt a breath cooed before a deep voice rang in your ear, “I’ve been waiting for my favourite Personnel~”

It wasn’t at all odd that your name was called as well, if it was someone like him, he’d know everything there was to know. In fact, everyone should be worshipping him right now for his controlled and well-mannered behaviour. Especially when he could have destroyed this entire facility and killed everyone in it within seconds if he so wished. 

“Jinwoo. I need to work, don’t bully the newcomers.” You sighed while looking to the side as if making eye contact with him. 

“I like it when you call me by name and not some code, thanks for that.” Jinwoo hummed as he played with your fingers. “I guess I’ll think about it. It’s a bit bored here, you understand.”

“You removed your straitjacket again.” You let him fiddle with your fingers as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. “You’ll get caught one of these days and then it’ll be game over.”

“Igris helped me remove it. You know how they are with seeing me constrained and imprisoned here.” He chuckled and leaned back, but it turned out he was just taking a seat, presumably on his bed since you still couldn’t see anything in the darkness. “Don’t worry, I’ve made sure no one could see me free and they didn’t kill anyone. Yet.”

Every Hunter that was admitted into the EMI was evaluated and thoroughly investigated to create the perfect profile for reference. All their fighting style, powers and abilities, weapons of choice, gear type, and any other detail was accounted down. It was all for people to be prepared in case one would have an <Outrage> and they were needed to be countered by weaker Hunters. 

For Jinwoo, however, his profile was lacking to put it in the best terms. His mana levels were unmeasureable, yes, so he was placed as an S-Rank. Though, his powers and abilities were unknown. Since he was a Reawakened Hunter, most would assume he was the same class as he was as an E-Rank; a Fighter Class. But he exhibit <Telekinese> and <Shadow Manipulation> so he was placed as into Mage class.

That wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg. 

You saw through his innocence and lie, uncovering his true powers and abilities. To be honest, even if you told your higher-ups of Jinwoo’s secrets, there was nothing they could do to counter it. Jinwoo was a league of his own and only you knew it. He was no mere S-Rank, he was definitely a National Level Hunter.

Ah, yes. The question as to why you don’t wear a mask or bother having done anything to hide your identity. It was not because you’ve been in one of the people who has been in service of EMI for the longest time or wanted something as shallow as respect from the newcomers or other coworkers. It was completely because you knew it was useless to hide when someone like Sung Jinwoo had his eyes on you.

“I’ll try and arrange a dungeon for you to raid.” You marked down on your phone while Jinwoo continued to treat you like a teddy bear.

“You have to join though. If you don’t…” Jinwoo’s voice went deeper as glowing eyes stared at you from the shadows, “I don’t know what I’ll do to get your attention…”

You nodded, pushing down the urge to flinch or jerk away from him. It was normal, something you expected but still unnerving to hear with your own ear from his lips. You swear this place made the Hunters mad in the head, it was a place that made them sick and mentally ill, it wasn’t actually helping them at all. “Yeah, of course. I’m sure everyone will be relieved to hear it.”

Jinwoo smirked as his arms tightened around you, his face buried between your neck and shoulder. “You’re the only reason I stay here. Remember that. If you leave here… Leave me… I’ll do what Thomas Andre did to America.”

Note: I can't help it, it was supposed to upload the requested ones first, but then this idea hit me like a truck (without the isekai part), so now here it is. There are like 2 requested stories written and ready to be posted, but I'm double checking and stuff. Hope you like this AU/idea.

Circe Y.

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[myownwholewildworld]

uniformed!joel one shot - the police officer - part ii

part i | series masterlist | main masterlist

pairing: police officer!joel x f!reader.

summary: what? you really thought officer miller was done with you? 🙄 don't be so naive. he's going to make good use of that cell he's thrown you in.

a/n: am i a rabid dog who needs to be put down? yes i am. you'll find me taking a walk and touching some grass because oh boy 🥵 please enjoy part ii to police officer!joel. as always, all interactions are welcome! i'd love some feedback if you feel like sharing. yea, that's everything i gotta say, i'll go hide under a rock now. thank you for reading! <3

warnings: 18+, mdni. no outbreak AU. dark theme. a hella lot of unhealthy smut. dub-con. age gap, no age gap, you choose (joel is mid-late 40s, reader is at least of legal drinking age). power imbalance (joel is a cop). object insertion (oopsie 🥴). fingering. squirting. oral (m and f receiving). strong sub/dom vibes. mouth fucking. slut shaming. cheating. reader talks to boyfriend while being drilled. unprotected piv. creampie. overall, rough, filthy sex. joel is a bully and a dick, basically, so be warned. alternating pov. no description of reader apart from having hair that can be pulled. not proofread so i'm sorry.

w/c: ~7.7k (someone put me down, seriously).

tagging some people who seemed interested in part 2 (please let me know if you want to be removed, no pressure!):

@cestlavieinrenaissance @ijustlovemensm @fartcloudfartcloud

Joel looked through the rearview mirror. You were sat on the middle seat of his cruiser, silent and with your gaze down. You almost looked like you regretted what had happened, but he knew you had actually enjoyed it. Your slutty moans and your squirting cunt spoke for yourself ― the proof of your ecstasy still staining his uniform’s trousers.

He adjusted the mirror, paying more attention to you than to the road. Luckily, it was well past midnight, so there were not many cars around. You had parted your legs, probably on purpose, and gifted him with the sight of your tight pussy. Joel wished the interior of the car was better lit, so he could have a good look at your cunt.

Ah, yes, he knew you wanted more. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be exposing yourself like that to him. His cock twitched at the memory of being clamped down on by your narrow pussy, deeply buried in between your puffy lips. Joel bit the inside of his cheek, focusing his eyes on the road ahead.

“Is my cum spilling out of your hole?”, he broke the silence.

You felt the guilt eating you up. You shouldn’t have pushed Officer Miller’s buttons like that. You blamed the last drops of alcohol running through your veins that had distorted your reality ― as soon as they disappeared from your system, you had realised that you didn’t want what was about to happen. However, your body had betrayed you, reacting to him and his provocations.

I’m not a cheater. I’m not a whore, you chanted, keeping the tears at bay.

But deep inside, you knew you were just lying to yourself. You blamed your body, but the reality was you did enjoy it ― all of it, everything he gave you, everything he took from you. You had never been so turned on in your life ― never squirted before, never had your pussy eaten so filthily from behind, never been used like that.

You pursed your lips, eyes down and still daydreaming about him fucking you senseless ― you unsuccessfully attempted to erase those hot flashes that your mind was trying to take you back to. Unconsciously, your legs had relaxed with your train of thought, and that was when you heard Officer Miller’s question.

You jumped in your seat and pressed your knees together, suddenly very conscious of your pussy. You could feel you had gotten wet again at the mere thought of him jackhammering into your cunt on top of the hood. Once more, you felt betrayed ― you didn’t want to feel like this, you didn’t want to be this horny for him.

You slowly nodded in reply, ashamed of yourself ― your unwelcomed slick dragging his cum out of you. But you wouldn’t tell him that, you wouldn’t let him know that your hole was crying for more.

“I― I think I’m making a mess of the upholstery. Sorry.”

Why did your voice sound so high-pitched, so moany? You needed to get a grip of yourself or you were going to end up impaled again. You kept your eyes down, avoiding his ― tears of frustration gathering on your waterlines.

“Only with my cum? Or are you gushing again, doll?”, he questioned with a husky voice.

You knew he was getting horny again ― your nipples reacted to that thought, wrinkling suddenly, your breathing accelerating.

You shyly looked up at him, your gazes meeting on the rearview mirror. His eyes pierced through you and you felt exposed ― there was no point in denying it, you knew he knew. So you nodded again with watery eyes.

“Yes, sorry”, you apologised, although you were not sure why.

“Yes what?”, he insisted, his attention dancing between the road and you.

“I’m― I’m gushing”, you replied in a very low whisper, so abashed a tear ran down your cheek.

Officer Miller didn’t say a word for the rest of the trip to the station, so you had more than enough time to dwell in your embarrassment.

Joel’s horniness was clouding his mind to a dangerous degree, so he summoned all his strength to drive the damn car instead of stopping in the middle of nowhere to fuck you again. After fifteen eternal minutes, he braked as he steered into the parking lot of the station. Then the cruiser came to a halt.

He had to cup his swollen bulge, kneading it a bit, in the hopes it wouldn’t be too noticeable. What a little minx you were, confessing your pussy was leaking all over the seat. You were acting all sheepish now, guilt-ridden, but Joel knew what you really wished for. And that was getting your cunt drilled again.

Walking out of the car, Joel got to the back door and opened it up for you. He extended his hand to help you out of the car, all gentlemanly. But when you grabbed it indecisively, he hauled you out of his Crown Vic. You gasped at his brutish manners, but quickly closed your mouth when your breasts pressed against his chest.

Joel hurried his hand down, riding up your skirt a bit, his fingertips caressing your inner thighs. You looked at him, a mix of surprise and shame, when he dipped his fingers in your silky slit. He moved them up and down a couple of times, buttering your fold with your discharge and his cum. You panted at his contact and your forehead leaned against his chest as if your neck was unable to support the weight of your head anymore.

You were so receptive to his touch, Joel had to control himself. If he could, he would turn you around, bend you over and fuck into your hole until dawn. But another patrol car entered the parking lot, stopping a few metres away. He scoffed in frustration, reluctantly removing his hand from in between your legs.

Stop, don’t, please stop, you wanted to tell him.

But the words never abandoned your mouth, stuck in the back of your throat. His fingers stroked you so intimately, so good, you couldn’t muster the strength to stop him. And, if you were completely honest with yourself, deep down you hoped he didn’t. When his digits traced your whole damp furrow, you tilted your head towards him ― your lips pressed against the pocket where he had kept your panties, in an attempt to mute the moan that wanted to slip out of your mouth.

And then he unburied his hand, leaving you spiralling down with lust. You whimpered, vexed. Your eyes were still half-lidded with desire, your mouth agape. Officer Miller took a step back, breaking all physical contact with you.

“You really are a harlot”, he muttered while the hand that had explored your pussy dipped in his pants, and you knew he was spreading your gush all over his cock. That should have disgusted you, and it did, but your pussy fluttered in response.

“Please don’t say that, and don’t do that again”, you were finally able to find your words.

He cocked a brow while taking out his hand of his trousers. You didn’t look down, although you wanted to. The thought of him wet with your tacky cum destroyed a few neurons in your brain.

“Your mouth says no, but your cunt says yes. And I believe your cunt more than I believe your mouth”, he announced, unbothered by your petition.

Then he rolled down your skirt, grabbed you by the elbow, and forced you to walk in front of him. But first Officer Miller got something out of the passenger’s seat ―your purse and the paperwork― before he pushed you towards the station with your hands still cuffed.

You pondered your options when the female officer on the counter greeted Officer Miller.

“Hey Joel, another drunken bird?”, she asked, her blue eyes ignoring you completely.

“Yeah, that’s a Saturday for ya”, he said boringly, his fingers still sinking in the flesh of your elbow while he handed her your license and insurance.

“I’ll book her in for you”, said the woman, looking down at the paperwork spread on her desk.

You wanted to say something, to ask her not to leave you alone with him, to tell her what had happened. But what were you going to say, really? That you actually enjoyed being fucked stupid on top of his cruiser’s hood? That you were still wet, the dampness in your fold begging to be licked again?

While still debating, you felt Officer Miller ―now you knew his name was Joel― staring at you. He probably suspected what you were thinking, it was like he could smell fear. You dropped your eyes to inspect your bare feet, silently letting him know that you wouldn’t say a word. If you had had a peek at him, you would have seen his sly grin.

“All the cells here are full, you’ll have to go to the adjacent building, I’m afraid.” You thought the female officer winked at him.

“That’s alright. Thank you, darlin’”, he smiled at her before pushing you in front of him. “C’mon, move.”

You shambled towards the backdoor, walked out and then Joel― Officer Miller opened the door to the secondary building. You entered with him on your heels. His body was so close to yours, you felt a pleasant tingling start on your neck that shot down your spine. You cockled your lips, disappointed in yourself.

The room was not too big, it only housed four cells, all of them empty. The only decoration was a wooden desk with a chair for a police officer to be stationed. There was also a small room at the end, which had a unisex bathroom sign on its door.

You didn’t like how isolated it felt in there ― you had hoped there would be someone else in there with you. To stop him, to stop yourself. You really were out of luck.

Officer Miller pushed you to the furthest cell in the room. “Stay”, he commanded while he uncuffed you, then grabbed the keys off a metal hook, unlocked the cell and opened the door for you. “Be my guest, doll”, his tone was so snide.

You simply obeyed with averted eyes. Maybe if you didn’t look at him, your pussy would stop palpitating. You could still feel his fingers buried in your tacky slit, your clit begging to be paid attention. He had left you so unsatisfied, your brain kept going back to the moment he ate your cunt from behind. You shuddered, conscious that you had to stop daydreaming about it.

“Now be a good slut and finish what I have started. I know your pussy is asking for it”, his voice rumbled under his breath, locking the cell behind you. Officer Miller dropped your purse on the table and unsheathed his gun to leave it there too. Slowly he turned and sat down on the chair, conveniently positioned in front of your cell.

You shook your head no with teary eyes. Teary not because you were afraid, but because you really wanted to ― frustration corroding your vaginal nerve endings. Your clit twitched as you sat down on the wooden bench, looking away from him.

“You’ll give in, sooner rather than later, I bet.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Officer Miller manspreading on the chair, a hand slipping under his belt. His gaze was transfixed on you while he touched himself. You turned your head towards the wall, your clit lit on fire at the mere thought of him jerking off in front of you.

You pressed your knees together, looking for some relief and finding none. You tried not to but ended up whimpering in frustration. Joel was right ― you gave in. Your eyes welled up with shame and lust as you discreetly hid your hands between your parted legs. You caressed your clit with your index and then traced the entirety of your fold, a wave of pleasure washing over you.

His groan made you look askance in his direction. Joel had freed his cock through the zipper of his uniform trousers and was pumping himself. The sight of his veiny cock made your mouth run dry. Then you noticed he had something tied around his veiny dick. You had to take a second look, this time with no furtiveness, to see what it was.

He had wrapped your wet panties around his manhood and was rubbing himself with it. You couldn’t contain your whoring moan any longer after that. The vision of him masturbating with your underwear almost strangling his cock sent you in a spiral of desire ― you were, once again, out of control.

Two fingers slipped in your dripping opening while your thumb stroked your clit, this time more intently. Leaning your head back against the brick wall, you closed your eyes, whimpering like a bitch in heat as your digits picked up a reckless pace between your legs. Your breathing intensified, coming in and out in short bursts. Your cunt was so drenched that every time you pushed your fingers inside of you, wet, sucking sounds quickly followed each thrust.

Lava was pooling in your overstimulated furrow, your whole sex so slick your fingers slid in and out easily. Then you felt it: the climbing to the climax and then the falling. You screamed, bending over yourself, as the orgasm hit you hard, very hard. You dropped to your knees on the floor while you felt your insides melting, your inner walls trying to squeeze something that wasn’t there. Your clit convulsed one last time, a moan tearing through your throat as you looked up, eyes closed, imploring to the heavens.

You had not noticed but Joel had stood up and was right in front of you, his dick poking in between the bars ― your panties still wrapped around the base of his cock. He was whacking off with a tight grip, his hips slanted forward. “Come over here, right now”, he emphasized.

His cock had you mesmerised, it was calling you. You wanted to suck him so badly, that you mewled as you crawled towards him.

Joel gritted his teeth at the scene. You moved towards him on all fours, panting and whimpering. You were such a hot mess his cock pulsated in his hand. When you were close to the bars, you straightened your back and sat on your heels, awaiting permission. Joel grinned at the sight ― he fucking knew you would cave in. Sliding a hand in the space between the bars, he placed it on the back of your head while resting his pelvis against the metal rods.

“Open wide”, he croaked with lechery, his mind somewhere far away.

His throbbing cock hurt like hell when you parted your lips and sticked your tongue out, your eyes still damp and your eyeliner running down your cheeks. Joel fisted your hair in a ponytail and pulled it back, so your face was up. He spit in your mouth, deranged with lust, and then swiftly drove his dick down your mouth until your bottom lip was touching his hairy balls.

He held you there for an eternal minute, rejoicing in the wetness of your cavity while you simply choked on his cock. Tears sprung to your eyes at the intrusion, he was way too far down your throat. But did he care? No, he was just chasing his own release. Holding your head in place so you wouldn't go anywhere, he bobbed his waist back and forth, fucking your mouth as deep and fast as he could go.

You probably did it on purpose to drive him crazy, but your lips pressed around his girth as you tried to slurp all the fluids. You would gag from time to time, especially when he would force your head close to him, but you didn't turn away.

Joel looked down as he used your mouth as he pleased. Your eyes were all watery because of the deep intrusion, your lips rubbing against his skin, your palms against your knees as if you were all innocent.

Joel only tugged you back to free his dick when he felt your neck muscles contract, announcing you were close to throwing up.

God, how much he loved your mouth. The mouth of a whore.

You heaved, trying to catch a breath, fighting your gag reflex as much as you could. Your eyes met his. His pupils swirled with lust and that scared you.

Do I really want this?, you asked yourself again, unsure of the answer. You didn’t and did at the same time ― you couldn’t stop yourself. It was like you had lost your freewill and just turned into his plaything, letting him do with you as he deemed. You had succumbed to Officer Miller ― there was no point in fighting back, your own body was betraying you, getting wet in all the wrong places. Maybe if he finished quickly, he would let you be.

You looked up at him when he pushed you closer to his erection again. He was so ruthless ― with no care in the world, Joel dug his pulsing cock down your mouth again, the glans suffocating you once more and the fabric of your underwear tingling your nose. You unconsciously tried to clear your throat, suppressing a cough. Your bottom lip trembled because of how wide your jaw had stretched to house him. Your spit and his precum pooled in your mouth, dribbling down from your chin to your cleavage. You felt the trickle going down in between your boobs and wetting your top.

Joel grinned as he swept away a tear with his thumb.

“Now eat it like you mean it, like the slut you are”, he croaked.

Joel let go of your hair, both of his hands gripping the metal rods that separated you.

You pulled back to catch a breath and swallowed all the fluids that had accumulated in your mouth. Officer Miller was eyeing you expectantly, his dick twitching in front of you each time blood rushed through it. You broke visual contact to focus on his warm cock.

Without thinking, your fingers wrapped around his thick column and started pumping him while your tongue tapped the tip. His groan spurred you on, so you sucked on his glans like if you were a babe breastfeeding. From time to time, you would run your lips down his length, tracing the pulsating vein that fed his erection. By how his hips would sway every time you did that, you knew he loved it.

And so you repeated it, over and over again. Smother the tip, slide your lips down his cock, gently nibble and suck on his balls, and then back up ― your tongue sticking out while licking his shaft until you sealed his glans between your lips again.

Your body had a mind of its own, because your index found your clit again and caressed it softly. The core of your pleasure was heating up again ― your leaking entrance contracted suddenly when the lust reached a higher peak. You moaned with his dick in your mouth, eyes closed, as you fingered yourself unashamedly.

Then you felt it ― a hard pulsation in his cock, announcing he was close. Officer Miller tried to pull back so he wouldn’t come, but you were having none of it. You neglected your pulsing clit, threaded your arms between the bars and placed each hand on his butt cheeks. You forced him forward, pressing your palms against his ass, so he would be locked in place while your wanton mouth took him in as far down as you could.

You didn’t let him go and with a harsh, deep moan, Joel came in your mouth. His hot cum flowed in bursts and clogged your throat, almost asphyxiating you ― but you still didn’t let go. Your eyes were fixed on his, although he wasn’t looking ― Joel had closed his eyes to fully feel his orgasm, his hips still swaying back and forth in your mouth with the last wave of his release.

He fucking knew it. You were so hungry for him, you would even force an orgasm on him. His knuckles were all white due to the force he was using to grip the metal rods. His jaw was so clenched, he thought he might have chipped a tooth. When Joel regained control of his muscles again, he looked down at you and smirked.

“Aren’t you a little bitch, eh? You think because you’ve made me come a second time, I’m not gonna fuck that tight, tiny hole of yours? Well, you’re in for a treat”, he said matter-of-factly.

He just needed a bit of time to have an erection again. And, in the meantime, he was going to have fun with your body. A lot of fun.

Joel moved back his hips so his cock slid out of your mouth. In the process of doing so, a trickle of cum ran down the corner of your mouth. He quickly grabbed his shaft and with the tip, he gathered the cum off your skin and pushed it back between your lips. When you opened your mouth to collect his cum, he noticed you hadn’t swallowed.

“You gulp my cum down right now or else”, he demanded, inserting his dick in your mouth to help you keep it closed.

You tried to explain. “I’ve never don―”, you enunciated the words as you best could, your mouth still full with his spent and his cock.

He grunted, annoyed. “I don’t fucking care, don’t waste a drop of what I’ve given you. A good slut eats what is fed to her.”

Even though he was treating you like shit, your body got aroused at his words. Why? Stop, you begged to yourself, imploring for the gushing between your legs to disappear.

Joel glanced down at you with a cocked brow, awaiting. He wasn’t joking, he really meant it. So you swallowed ― twice, because there were still remnants of his sperm lingering in your mouth. You had never had anyone come in your mouth before ― let alone swallow it. It didn’t taste like you had expected it though ― it was warm and sweet, so smooth it just slid down your oesophagus without effort.

He literally had just used you like if you were his personal glory hole. You should feel ashamed of yourself ― and you did, very much so. But right now, your lust was greater than your shame. And the proof was on the floor between your knees: there was a small puddle, your fluids right there for him to see.

Oh, and he saw.

“Such a whore, you’re dripping like a broken pipe. Aren’t you embarrassed of yourself?”, he asked into the void.

You just whimpered, maddened with unspent passion. Your clit was still twitching, your opening palpitating. Had you not had enough embarrassment already? You had come five times, and you still needed more. Officer Miller was right ― you were a whore. You circled your clit, your eyes fixed on his, almost begging him to help you out.

“Don’t worry, doll, I ain’t done with you yet. Turn around”, he ordered you.

You blinked at him, unsure if he was to be trusted. A voice inside your head screamed at you not to, but you ignored it. You were so horny, you just wanted the fire within you to be extinguished.

You let a soft cry escape your lips as you obeyed his command ― you were on all your fours, your ass cheeks resting against the metal bars, your puffed-up pussy completely exposed to him. You heard him kneel behind you before cupping your whole cunt with the span of his palm, rubbing it delicately.

“Will you look at that? Obedient like a bitch in heat. With a red, swollen pussy, all ready for me to play with”, he laughed at you while you simply bleated, shaking your head yes at his words, uninhibited.

Joel suddenly slapped your cunt so hard, your arms failed you and ended up in a knee-chest position, your ass up in the air for him. “Ouch!”, you let go, your cheek resting against the concrete on the floor.

A cold, rubbery texture kissed your pussy lips and you lifted your head over your shoulder to see what it was. Joel was wielding the nightstick that was attached to his belt a second ago ― he lodged it between your damp flaps, moving it up and down to wet it with your discharge. You moaned, really moaned out loud, knowing what was about to happen.

With your forehead against the concrete floor, you closed your eyes with pure satisfaction when Joel started penetrating you with the baton. Your nails scratched the hard surface underneath, your very curated manicure ruined. Officer Miller pushed in a few more inches, your flesh parting to house the stick. And then, abruptly, you wailed in pain as the end of the nightstick kissed your cervix rather harshly.

You saw stars behind your eyes and tried to push away.

“No, doll, no. Stay put for me”, his free hand rested on the small of your back, keeping you in place.

You remained still for a minute, while you adjusted to such deep intrusion. The pain had been very intense, but it started wearing off as Joel spun the nightstick around in your hole. After a while, you finally relaxed and the cop resumed, pumping the baton in and out of you slowly. Then his hand drifted down from your lower back to your quivering clit and he kneaded the right spot expertly.

You whined, the pleasure so overwhelming it brought tears to your eyes again. You fluttered your eyelashes to clear your vision, your mouth open wide, your breathing irregular. Your womanly cave clutched onto the nightstick, all wet and sensitive. You could feel your heartbeat on your cunt, pulsating so hard it was maddening. His thumb pressed circles on your clit and you sobbed audibly, your orgasm so close you were on the verge of the precipice.

Then a phone went off, you were barely conscious of it ringing until Joel stopped what he was doing and stood up.

“No, please, please, Joel please”, you begged, almost crying, wanting to come so badly.

He left you there, on all your fours and with this baton sticking out of your weeping cunt, almost fully inserted.

“Ah, look, Sweetie is calling you. Bet he’s all worried about you”, he chuckled walking towards you, your cell phone on his hand. He had also taken something from your purse, but you couldn’t see what before he put it in his pocket. “Pick up and pretend you’re not having the best sex of your life.”

He put the phone on speaker and left it by your head. Your mind raced with panic, a very tight knot forming in your throat. This made it too real; you were really cheating on who you thought was the love of your life. And what was worst, you were cheating on him and enjoying it like the slut you were.

“Hey, honey? Are you okay?”, your boyfriend said.

“H―Hi, sweetie. Yeah, I’m fine”, you managed to reply with a steady voice.

Then Joel started jackhammering you with the baton relentlessly, so hard it forced you to close your eyes. Your moist pussy compressed so tightly around the rubbery stick, you had to cover your mouth to stop a moan from coming out.

“Where are you? I thought you’d be back like an hour ago”, he inquired, noticeably worried.

“I… I am in a nightclub, just walked out when I saw you calling”, you lied through your teeth. Joel cackled behind you while his thumb caressed your clit again, putting a sweet amount of pressure on it. “Ah, mhmmm… I should be back home in… uhmmmm… like an hour maybe?”, you bit your bottom lip, soft moans slipping out.

“You sure you’re okay? You sound weird, honey”, your boyfriend insisted.

Joel picked up a very fast pace with the baton, drilling you with it so hard the climax was fast approaching. Your whole body was rocked back and forth with the strength of his thrusts. Your clit melting at his suggestive touch.

“Yes, I drank a bit, mhmmmm… that’s all. I’ll get a taaaahmmh-xi back. Gotta go”, you talked fast, wanting to get the words out before you wailed. You managed to cover your mouth again just in time.

“Okay, take care, honey. I love you.”

At that point, the end of the baton kissed your cervix again but this time it pushed you over the edge. You had the biggest contraction of your life, your angry pussy trying to break the nightstick inside you. You came so hard, you squirted so much it almost looked like you had pissed yourself ― the puddle on the floor had grown considerably. Your eyes welled up, your creamy pussy fluttering, and your clit still writhing. You bit into your hand to suppress the loudest, sluttiest moan of your life.

“Honey?”, your boyfriend said, weirded out by the fact you hadn’t said it back as you always did.

Your orgasm was still washing over you. “Love you too”, you whispered, so guilt-ridden you wiped away some shameful tears from your cheeks.

Then he hung up.

“Oh wow, this is what love looks like to you? I almost feel sorry for the guy”, he made fun of you as he got up, the nightstick still inserted in your pussy. “Up”, he instructed you.

You had nothing to say, because you deserved his pun. There was no denying you were enjoying yourself a little bit too much. With a defeated sigh, tired of fighting your inner battle, you stood up with trembling knees. Your legs felt so wobbly you had to hold on to the bars.

Officer Miller dangled the keys in his hands before opening the door of the cell. For a second you thought that was it, he was done, even though he said he wasn’t a few minutes ago. But when he walked in front of you with his cock poking out the zipper of his uniformed pants, you knew he wasn’t.

Disappointment but also excitement came over you.

“Walk towards the bench. Get up on it on all your fours, doll.” He guided you to the farthest corner of the cell, where it was dark and hidden away in case someone interrupted.

It was like he knew all the blind spots. Had he done this before with someone else? A pang of jealousy tugged at your belly. You’re not the only one, you told yourself.

Completely surrendered to his desires ―and your own―, you followed his lead and did has he commanded. Once you were in the position he wanted you in, he walked to your side and nudged your cheek with the warm, tacky head of his cock.

“Give it a kiss, show me some gratitude”, he husked in a rumbling, raspy tone.

You turned your head ninety degrees and kissed the tip. He still had your panties wrapped around his erection. Licking your bottom lip, your eyes locked on his. A wide grin spread on his face. The motherfucker looked like a goddamn god when he smiled like that, dimples on his cheeks.

“Suck on it like if it was your personal pacifier, darlin’.”

Your tongue twirled around the plump tip as he finally took the baton out of your quivering pussy. You gasped at the emptiness you suddenly felt, his glans caressing your palate. Remembering your order, you quickly sealed your lips around the head of his cock and sucked on it, never breaking eye contact. The tip of your tongue tried to wiggle its way down his slit, slightly parting it and making him groan deeply.

You kept up the work with your smothering lips as one of Joel’s hands travelled down your back, briefly caressing one of your butt cheeks, to then cup your silky cunt. His fingers dipped in your welcoming slit, so velvety they slid up and down with no resistance whatsoever. He rubbed you softly while you worked diligently to make him hard again. One of his fingertips tempted you by getting lost in your needy hole, but he quickly removed it.

“C’mon, let’s get your wanton pussy ready again to ride some cock”, Officer Miller stepped back, his now hard cock slipping out of your mouth.

He walked around the bench and knelt behind you, your pulsing cunt perfectly lined up with his eye level. His mouth hovered over your ass cheek and then bit into your flesh ― his teeth marks were going to be there tomorrow, but that was not your main worry right now.

With no previous warning, he spread your cunt open and licked it from the clit to the perineum in one long, sweet stroke. You swooned at the feeling, half-lidded eyes and pursed lips. Moaning again, Officer Miller ate your pussy masterly while fisting himself, his tongue lingering in the right spots. He then taunted your clit while he fingered you slowly, his fingertip rubbing your g-spot.

Joel alternated his finger and the tip of his tongue to intrude in your opening. It felt delicious, his wetness mixing with yours. His hooked nose would get trapped in your slit when his mouth dropped to attend to your needy clit ― you heard him inhale your scent with no shame, dragging his nose in your silky fold as his mouth returned to your shaking entrance.

Officer Miller really knew how to eat pussy, so much so you would dream about his mouth feasting on your cunt every single night for the foreseeable future. Probably every single day too.

Your breaths quickened, fire melting your insides, your clit so sensitive you didn’t know if it was painful or delightful. You felt like you were about to ride the biggest wave of your life ― and then he stopped, standing up.

Frustrated sobs left your lips, almost mewling ― your pussy begging for release.

Your inner battle had been silent for a while, but came back with full force when you felt Joel’s cock lodged between your tumescent flaps, dousing himself with the product of your pleasure. He waved his hips against you, his dick skidding through your gushing furrow with ease.

He was going to fuck you again.

You tensed up, but you should have known this was coming. You didn’t want to cheat on your boyfriend again. Cheat for real, that was. Penetration was where you had marked the invisible line in your mind between cheating and just messing around.

Touching yourself while thinking of Joel’s cock? Not cheating.

Sucking his dick like a thirsty, panting dog? Not cheating.

Letting him fuck you with his nightstick? Not cheating.

Talking to your boyfriend while another man made you come? Not cheating.

Getting your pussy blissfully eaten from behind? Not cheating.

Him fucking you senseless with his cock? Definitely cheating.

You knew it sounded stupid, but your mind was really making an effort to make you feel a bit less guilty about what was happening.

You did not want this. Yes, you had messed around with him at first, but once your bravado abandoned you, you realised you did not want this.

Right? Right? Or at least you tried to convince yourself of it.

“No, wait”, you whispered when the tip of his throbbing cock kissed your dripping entrance.

Joel slid his drumming cock between your soaked folds, wetting himself. His mind spiralling down with desire, with lust. He took a moment to revel in the feeling of having his dick sweetly sheathed by your sodden lips.

Then he lined up the head of his thrumming dick with your drenched opening. When he heard your infuriating petition, he just cocked a brow. No, you were not going to deny him that, not after all the effort he had put into making you come over and over again. Your denial angered him.

“What a selfish slut you are”, he muttered furiously between gritted teeth before impaling you in one deep thrust ― his hips entirely flush against your pussy, his cock buried as far as it could go.

You moaned like the bitch you were and rolled your hips back into him, your trembling cunt hugging his cock.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought”, he murmured, still mad at you.

How fucking dared you tell him no? You were such an ungrateful bitch. He wasn't going to take no for an answer, not when you had been enticing him all night.

Joel spanked your ass hard, and you whimpered ― the palm of his hand leaving a red imprint on your skin. “You’re a whore. Say it out loud.”

“I am a whore, I am. I’m such a slut for you, Officer”, you wailed, bouncing your hips back and forth while he stayed still, fucking yourself with his dick.

Your neediness mildly soothed his anger, but not enough.

He slapped your ass again before grasping your hips to keep you in place, then Joel started fucking you as hard and as fast as he could, rutting into your tight hole mercilessly. His mind was just blank as the orgasm started to build within him ― the muscles in his lower tummy tensing, his balls contracting, his cock pulsating to the rhythm of his heartbeat. This was heaven, your pussy was.

He kept drilling you relentlessly, your whines growing louder and deeper, meeting his thrusts by pushing back your hips into him. The pace was so diabolical, your back arched, almost resting against his chest in a half-standing position. His broad hands left your waist and travelled up to hold your boobs while he perforated you, the carnal sound of flesh colliding against flesh filling the room.

Joel suddenly stopped, sliding out, and you whimpered, not wanting to be left unsatisfied again. You didn’t see what he was doing until he stuffed your mouth with your panties and covered your mouth with his hand, inserting his dick back into you unceremoniously.

“Don’t scream so loud or they are going to hear you. And I don’t want you to get me into trouble, understand?”, he threatened, resuming the plunging of his throbbing cock into your wanton cunt.

You just nodded, biting down on your underwear, while he fucked you stupid. So hard, so fast, so filthy, you couldn’t take it anymore. Your muffled moans announced your next climax, your pussy clamping down on his pulsating cock.

You both came undone at the same time, his hand still over your lips as Joel’s warm spent filled you up for the second time tonight. It came out of him in waves, both of your sexes beating in harmony.

Sweaty and tired, Joel let go of your mouth to move his hand down to slap your clit harshly. You whimpered, your clit so oversensitive it twitched one last time, making you come again. You bent over, resting your weight on your hands, as Officer Miller remained inside you for a few minutes, you cockwarming him with no complaints.

Suddenly hearing the ripping of plastic, you looked over your shoulder to see how he opened the packaging of a tampon with his teeth. And then, before you could think, he took his soft erection out of you and immediately inserted the tampon in your leaking hole, using it as if it was a vaginal plug to contain his semen inside you.

“Do not even think about taking it out until at least tomorrow. Understood?”, you nodded frantically, feeling slightly humiliated, but you didn’t say a word.

Joel pulled down your skirt and then placed the palm of his hand in front of your mouth. You spit your messy panties on his palm and he put them back in his pocket. You didn't bother asking for them this time, you knew he wouldn't give them back. And, weirdly enough, you wanted him to keep them.

You sat down on the bench with him standing in front of you. You looked up at him, your eyeliner all smeared on your cheeks. Your lips were swollen of eating so much dick.

“I think you’ve learnt your lesson now, right, doll?”, he asked with a smile, sweeping away the tears on one of your cheeks with his thumb. The gesture was almost sweet and caring.

You nodded again, wholly submitted to him. “Yes, Officer.”

“Good girl. Now go clean yourself up in that bathroom over there. I’ll take you home so your poor little boyfriend doesn’t worry about you”, he chuckled as you got up and hid in the small restroom.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. You definitely had gotten more than what you had bargained for. But as much as you wanted to blame Officer Miller for everything that happened tonight, you knew you had been asking for it. With a heavy sigh and out of tears, you washed your face, your thighs and your sensitive pussy.

Once you walked out of the toilet, all semi-decent again, you saw Joel leaning against the wooden table, arms crossed at his chest. When you approached, he got up. His frame was so broad with square shoulders, his biceps flexing in that uniform, you kind of understood yourself for giving in to temptation. He was something else. Maybe it was the uniform, maybe not, but there was something about him that made your pussy melt for him.

Forgetting him and this night was going to be a herculean task. Would your boyfriend ever live up to him? Even to a shadow of what Joel had given you?

You halted in front of him. As if you were his, he dropped a hand in between your legs, his fingertips looking for your now clean hole. You separated your legs slightly to give him access without remonstrance.

He smiled at you sufficiently when he noticed the tampon was still in you, just as he had commanded.

“Good girl”, he muttered, gently caressing your clit as a reward for your good behaviour.

Against all odds, you smiled back at him, swooning at his praise.

You did the journey back home on the passenger’s seat of Joel’s Crown Vic. From time to time he would check the tampon was still in its rightful place, stroking your clit in the process. Had your hole been unplugged, you would have leaked on the upholstery again.

You both remained silent ― your mind racing with thoughts, trying to come to terms with what you had done.

What were you going to do? Were you going to confess to your boyfriend? Would you keep it a secret? Joel had fucked you so good, you thought you would never enjoy sex with anyone else.

Damn, your mind was a tangled mess. But you blamed it on his tentative finger, still stroking your clit.

The cruiser stopped and you looked at the building in front of you. You had arrived at your destination. Joel removed the hand from your fold and you sighed, gripping the handle.

But before you opened the door, you looked at Officer Miller.

“Will I ever…?”, you didn’t finish your question because he was eyeing you with amusement, his pupils flickering with fun.

“G’night, doll.”

Had you just been rejected? It felt like it, because it stung real bad. You pressed your lips together and, without another word, you exited the car and ran to the safety of your flat.

You entered as silently as you could. You got to the restroom and changed your clothes ―or what remained of them― for your pyjama, throwing everything in the washer. Tiptoeing towards the bed, you saw your boyfriend sleeping on his side.

Guilt and embarrassment ate at you, but you kept them at bay. You were tired, only wanting to go to bed ― tomorrow would be a new day. Pushing those thoughts away, you slid under the bedsheets and stayed on your side of the bed.

A minute later, your boyfriend turned around and hugged your waist, spooning you.

“Hi, honey. Did you have fun tonight?”

His question stabbed at your heart.

“Yeah, it was good seeing the girls.”

You wouldn't believe how much fun I actually had, you thought out of nowhere.

“Mhmmm, good, good…”, one of his hands wrapped around your waist and coincidently rested on your lower belly.

You had felt his swollen groin against your butt but decided to ignore it because you were completely spent. Joel had taken all the orgasms you could have today ― you had nothing left to give.

But your boyfriend didn’t know that, so he dipped a hand under your pyjama’s shorts, looking for your slit. Then he found the tampon string and grunted.

“You’ve got your period?”, he asked, disappointed.

You hadn’t really forgotten to take it out. Weirdly enough, you still felt compelled to follow Officer Miller’s demands. You were going to leave it there till tomorrow's afternoon, his cum warming you up. You didn't want to let go of the memory, not just yet.

“Yeah, it came earlier, sorry, sweetie.” You lied ― and felt really bad for it.

He sighed heavily, disheartened, and removed his hand from in between your legs. “It's okay, good night, honey.” He kissed your neck.

You were ever so slightly disappointed in him ― you were sure a bit of blood would have not stopped Joel from fucking you.

Ah, comparison was really the thief of joy.

“Good night”, you whispered back, fully conscious of Joel’s cum sitting snugly inside your pussy.

[heliads]

I’d like to request a Pietro imagine. Pietro survived and became an Avenger. The female reader doesn’t have powers and isn’t an Avenger. She’s really smart and works with Tony and Bruce in the lab. She was hired after the whole Ultron fiasco. People underestimated her intelligence in high school and college because she’s a girly girl and loves the colour pink, but the Avengers aren’t like that. Pietro likes her and wants to date her.

'waiting around' - pietro maximoff

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When they tell Pietro he has to go to the labs, his first thought is to run.

He knows it’s silly. These are not the same doctors who made the Maximoff twins strong and fast and utterly alone in this world, these are the scientists with the Avengers. They’re the good guys. Apparently. But Pietro has learned fairly quickly that people calling themselves good aren’t always good in the end.

Pietro has a lot of learning to do since he and Wanda escaped Ultron a few months back. He’s doing his best to be patient and take things ‘one step at a time,’ as the Americans keep telling him. Mainly, he would like their steps to be faster. Pietro has things to do, and they don’t usually involve waiting in line for someone else to decide if he’s worthy of their loyalty or not. The Avengers are trying, he knows that. It’s just hard sometimes.

Especially when Pietro is still trying to shake off the feeling that he should have died back in Sokovia. He came away with his share of narrow escapes, but there was one moment towards the end, when the ships were firing at him, when Clint needed his help, that Pietro thought would be his last. Luckily, he was faster than a few bullets, but there’s still this nagging voice in the back of Pietro’s subconscious that whispers to him late at night:  what if you hadn’t been fast enough?

So he’s been uneasy as of late. What about it? Stress is common in inhumans and Avengers, one glance around this coffee-dependent complex could tell him that. Still, it’s a good thing to get checked out. That’s part of the reason Pietro is being directed to the labs, along with a need for a good annual physical.

It sounds good, too, were it not for the fact that Pietro has had plenty of experience with laboratories in the past few years and none of it was good. The Hydra labs made him strong, in a sense, but they were torturous. He can still remember the pile of corpses ushered out every day, the experiments that failed. He remembers curling up in a corner of his cell, begging his body not to give out, not to make him another body in a bag. He lived, but he remembers.

This is not Hydra. Pietro knows that. He left them behind. Still, there will always be some part of him that shrinks away from every syringe, that distrusts every doctor who comes poking and prodding at the bizarre novelty that is an inhuman. That will never go away, no matter who’s side he’s on.

Still, the lab remains. He has to go in, the others will know if he doesn’t. At first, Pietro hesitates just outside the door, afraid to knock, afraid to listen. There was always a chill in the air throughout the Hydra complex, he remembers the gooseflesh forever on his skin. Signs that nothing good happened within the walls. Or maybe it was just because of the stone buildings in cold climates. Everything has an explanation.

He can’t back out now. Pietro grits his teeth and swings the door open in one broad movement. For a moment, he stands there, waiting to walk back into his old cell, his old life, and then he looks around and realizes with a grin that he’s going to be fine. This isn’t a Hydra ploy to get him back under their thumb. For one thing, Hydra never used this much pink. Just barren walls and gloomy, monstrous skull logos. In retrospect, that should have been a bad sign. Pietro has a problem with ignoring details, though, and it tends to get him in trouble.

These details, however, are quite difficult to be ignored. Everywhere Pietro looks, he sees pinpricks of pink– the handle of a pipette, labels on equipment, notebooks full of scrawled data points, hair ties in a carefully organized container. No, Hydra never had this much fun, and Pietro is starting to think that this is going to be very fun indeed.

Smirking to himself, Pietro weaves further through the lab. He sees a few assistants scurrying around in the back, but they pay him no mind so he does the same. Pietro almost reaches the end of the room when a sudden voice calls out to him:  “Don’t take another step.”

Instantly, Pietro freezes. The owner of the voice walks towards him, a young woman about his age in a lab coat. She must be the owner of the lab, too, because he spots a pink tie in her hair matching the others near the door. The name stitched onto the left breast pocket of her lab coat reads Dr. Y/N L/N, so Pietro knows she’s the one he was supposed to find.

She points to Pietro’s feet, where he notices are just touching a line of caution tape on the ground. “If you went any further, you’d be at risk of getting your eyes blinded by the lasers,” she informs him cheerfully.

Pietro’s face drops. Only now does he notice the hazard signs. “Huh. Guess I wasn’t paying attention.”

Y/N arches a brow. “Do you always wander around lab space without watching where you’re going? Seems like an awfully dangerous habit for me.”

Pietro grins. “Well, I usually rely on my reflexes to get me out of trouble. I’m pretty quick.”

To prove it, he uses his speed to instantly move right behind the woman. She spins around, donning an indignant look that Pietro decides is very cute. “Don’t do that,” she scolds him.

Pietro folds his arms across his chest, grin broadening. “Why not?”

“I’ll tell Steve you’d like to do some weight training with him in the gym, and you think you can outlift him,” she threatens.

Pietro feigns surrender. “Anything but that, please.”

At last, Y/N’s lips twitch up into a smile. “That’s what I thought you’d say. Now, let’s focus. Tony sent you in to get a checkup, right?”

Pietro nods. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Wrong,” she tells him. “Tony actually sent you in here to get on my nerves. He does that a lot. I’m busy and he likes distracting me. We’re going to get through this as quickly as possible, alright?”

Pietro has to fight not to laugh. “And here I thought everyone in the labs gets along.”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “Most of the time, yes. Except when he sticks me with babysitting duty.”

“This isn’t babysitting,” Pietro protests, “I’m getting to know you. I already feel like we’re the best of friends.”

Something that might be a smile flits across Y/N’s face, but she takes great pains to hide it to him. Pietro, who has always cared a little too much about getting people to laugh at his jokes, follows her like a dog as she walks through her lab. “You can laugh, you know. It won’t kill you.”

The smile is gone as quickly as it appeared, and Pietro instantly wishes he hadn’t said a word. “I’m working right now,” she tells him abruptly. “That means I’m focused. Don’t get in my way.”

Surprised and somewhat hurt by her shift in mood, Pietro goes quiet, but he can’t resist asking a second later, “I’m not trying to interfere with your work, I promise. Does that often happen?”

Y/N goes still. Pietro is half expecting her to just ignore him when she finally speaks at last, very quiet and very unlike the fiery personality he’d seen before. “Every time someone new comes in here. And with half the people I’ve already met, anyway. You’d be surprised what a few pink accessories can do to someone’s reputation, and their credibility in a lab.”

Pietro grimaces. “I’m sorry about that, honest. That’s not what I was going for, by the way. I joke with everyone.”

At last, Y/N meets his eyes. There’s a faint tint of humor swimming in her gaze. “I think I got that.”

She’s smiling, though, so he takes that as a good sign. Once that initial barrier was crossed, Y/N opens up a little more, and then Pietro finds himself stopping by her lab almost every day when he’s not off on a mission. He sees her thrilled with success after an experiment worked, and desolate when they don’t. He sees her consumed with stress. He sees her brow knit with careful concern as she patches him up after a mission. Through all of it, Pietro is increasingly risky with his heart, and then one day, he knows he loves her.

It’s a foolish thing to do. Y/N has confided in him many times that she’s afraid people only will see her as a girl first and a researcher second, someone who can be taken out for drinks but never a valid source of knowledge. If he makes his move now, she’ll never forgive him for being just like the others.

So he doesn’t say a thing, and descends further and further into hopelessness. Wanda says he’s ridiculously obvious, but Y/N still doesn’t seem to have noticed a thing, so maybe the only person more oblivious than Pietro is Y/N, and that’s saying something. Pietro doesn’t want to ruin their friendship, but as the days slip by and Pietro only falls more in love with her, he wonders if he hasn’t already ruined it by always wanting more than he can have.

He’s starting to wonder if he is simply going to carry this secret with him forever, until Y/N catches him at it one evening. The night is growing late, and Pietro has retreated to one of his favorite hiding places in the Avengers complex, Y/N’s lab, to watch her conduct her experiments and indulge in some idle chatter. They’ve grown quiet, and Pietro is leaning against a benchtop, doing nothing but watch her. Some of the motion-sensor lights in the corners of the lab have gone off from inactivity, giving the lights above them an extra glow. The light plays upon Y/N’s face and makes her eyes shine.

Pietro is just thinking that he’s never seen someone more beautiful in his entire life when Y/N looks up and catches him in the act. Instantly, Pietro pretends as if he’d simply been watching her pipette some samples into the well plates in front of her, but her brow is already furrowing and she’s asking him what’s wrong.

Pietro shrugs elaborately. “Nothing, nothing. Just thinking.”

“Really?” She asks, grinning slightly. “I didn’t think that was a normal thing to you.”

Pietro rolls his eyes. “Very funny.”

“I thought so,” Y/N hums. “What were you thinking about? You seemed very preoccupied.”

“Nothing,” Pietro repeats, but Y/N doesn’t seem convinced.

“Come on, I didn’t think we were the type to keep secrets from each other. What are you trying to hide?” Y/N asks.

Pietro scratches the back of his head, suddenly awkward. “It���s embarrassing.”

“Even better,” she says, laughing slightly. “What is it?”

Pietro should stay silent, but he can feel the secret rising up his lungs and forcing itself out before he gets the chance. “I’m in love with you,” he blurts out.

Y/N’s eyes widen. Whatever she was expecting him to say, it obviously wasn’t that. “Oh,” she says quietly.

“Yeah,” Pietro says, wanting to stab himself in the eye with a nearby multitool. “Oh.”

He eyes the door, and has just decided that a strategic retreat is the best move when Y/N interjects, “I love you too, you know.”

Pietro turns around so hastily that he almost upsets a nearby rack of micropipettes. “What? You do?”

She’s glancing at her work, but he can tell that she’s embarrassed. “Yeah. Thought you knew.”

“Obviously I didn’t, or I would have done something about it,” Pietro blurts out.

Y/N glances up again, smiling again. “Like what?”

“Like take you out on a date,” Pietro returns. “How about it? This Friday. Seven. I’ll pick you up.”

Y/N laughs. “That sounds good to me.”

It sounds good to Pietro, too. When he leaves Y/N’s lab at the end of the day, he’s practically giddy. All this time, he was afraid of telling her, and now he’s wishing he spilled his guts much earlier. Regardless, he has what he wants. They’ll have their date, and Pietro is going to feel like he’s on top of the world.

requested by @thornyrose463, i hope you enjoy!

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[drnikolatesla]

The Lifestyle of Nikola Tesla

Nikola Tesla was a very tall and skinny man, standing over six feet and weighing around one hundred and forty pounds. He had light blue-gray eyes, which was considered odd because he was of Serbian descent who were typically known to have darker eyes. Tesla, probably joking, said to a reporter that his eyes used to be dark, but using his mind so much had made them many shades lighter. The inventor was known to be very elegant, stylish, meticulous in his grooming, clothing, and regimented in his daily activities.

Tesla never married and remained a celibate and a bachelor his entire life. Tesla was solely committed to the principles of science above all else, and for this reason, he denied the love and companionship of a female counterpart. He chose to lead a solitary life, hoping only that this sacrifice to work would make his name live on through many centuries still to come.

One of his few hobbies other than work was feeding birds. Tesla’s respect for birds began when he was a child growing up in the Austro-Hungarian Empire. He and his local friends made a sport out of catching live birds, and when Tesla himself caught a couple of keepers, he and his friend found themselves getting attacked by a murder of crows. The revolt forced the boys to release the birds and take cover. In America, he made it a specialty of his to treat sick pigeons, which seems odd because he was quite the germaphobe. He would feed them every day on his daily walks and would also take in wounded pigeons and nurse them back to health at his hotel in New York. He seemed to have had a better connection with birds than with most people. In 1917, he was awarded the Edison Medal, and upon receiving the award, the inventor could not be found. He was later found feeding pigeons near a local library and was persuaded back to the ceremony to give his speech.

Tesla suffered from an obsessive compulsive disorder, and because of this, he developed some very strange idiosyncrasies and phobias, such as having a strong dislike against earrings, pearls, peaches, and touching other people's hair. He counted the steps in his walks and calculated the cubical contents of soup plates, coffee cups, and pieces of food. All repeated acts or operations he performed had to be divisible by three.

While living in New York, Tesla kept his laboratories absolutely clean and pure, refused to touch other people, would wear gloves while shaking hands, and insisted upon personally cleaning his own plates and silverware at restaurants with his requested 18 napkins. This cleanliness was all intentional because, as a child, he almost died from cholera, which raged in the region of his hometown Lika due to contaminated water. Many found Tesla’s actions strange, but to him, it was a very important measure to protect his health.

In another way to keep his body clean and pure, Tesla invented an electrical apparatus that could give the human body a dry bath by passing millions of volts of electricity through it (similar to his demonstrations in the early 1890s where he passed electricity through his own body). His oscillator was a small, drum-like object about two feet long by one foot wide and could apply half a million volts of electricity through his body. The large amount of electricity would affect the germs without destroying the cells of the tissues of the body. Though his oscillator seemed like a fountain of youth, Tesla maintained his conventional ideas of health. He bathed daily, believed in plenty of exercise, and would walk eight or ten miles every day. He said that he never would take a cab or other conveyance and relied on his leg power for transportation.

His diet was a crucial part of his daily routine to remain healthy and to prolong the length of his life. He was very fussy and particular about his food: he ate very little, but what he did eat had to be the very best. He wasn’t a complete vegetarian; he ate meat, just not very occasionally (perhaps once or twice a year). He did believe though that humankind should move towards a vegetarian diet, not just because eating meat the way we do is “barbarous,” as he said, but because he believed the vegetarian diet is more beneficial to the human body.

In his later years, he never smoked, drank tea, coffee, alcoholic beverages, or consumed any other stimulant. Since he saw life through the lens of his mechanistic theory of life, he took great care of his body as if it were a machine properly maintaining its best efficiency.

As for sleep, Tesla reported that he was a poor sleeper and had very unusual resting patterns. He claimed to only sleep a few hours each day and would oftentimes practice polyphasic sleep where he would take short naps for restoration instead of sleeping for a long period of time.

Unfortunately for Tesla and his clean and healthy lifestyle, in 1937, at the age of 81, he was hit by a taxicab during one of his regular walks. It is likely he was jaywalking because he admittedly was known to do so. He broke three ribs and seriously injured his back. Tesla would be bedridden for months while refusing to see a doctor, and on top of this would catch pneumonia, which would plague his health for the last 5 years of his life. I believe this accident and sickness would play a major role in the rapid decline of his health, both mentally and physically, and his goal of living past a century would never be realized.

Nikola Tesla had a unique and eccentric lifestyle and was known for his intense work habits, often spending long hours in his laboratory. So much so that his friends would seriously worry about his health. Financial difficulties were a recurring theme in his life, and he died in relative obscurity. Despite these challenges, Tesla's legacy is marked by his groundbreaking contributions to the field of electrical engineering.

[itsmeyaspider]

Catched in a dragon's cave~

Yandere Aegon II x female thiev reader

Triggers: kidnapping?, unhealthy relation, power abuse, yandere

𝑆𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ 𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ

Several cold drops of water land on the far too bare, stony ground. Unfortunately, these are the only sounds to be heard in this deserted cellar. From time to time you could hear the jingling of the guards running back and forth to fulfill their duty as guards. If you were lucky, a servant would even come to you to bring you water and some bread with broth. The food was stale and not really edible, but you got used to it. After all, was it your own stupid fault that you ended up here, locked up in chains for several days...weeks or months? You can't remember the last time you felt the warm rays of the sun in your face. It was a miracle that you haven't lost your head and were alive. All the dangerous things the people say about the king and the prince and still nothing happens to you. Maybe it was because neither of them had ever visited you, after all they have a war to win and surely they are more important matters to discuss than punishing a thiev.

With a small sigh, you stretch as best as you can, your body starts to crack. Is this the end? Is the king going to leave you here to rot? Or is this for his amusement? If only you hadn't been such a fool and been caught stealing by one of the kings guards. You were just about to steal a beautiful golden necklace encrusted with many red rubies when you suddenly felt a strong grip on your arm. At the moment you knew you had no chance. You tried to defend yourself against the guard with punches and kicks, but this was more useless than a cat trying to fight a lion. Even your dagger, which you had since your childhood, didn't do much good. With a string blow, the guard brought you to the ground and your dagger as well. The last thing you could remember was that you woke up in that damn cell.

More nights pass and you feel more and more lonelier. You try to coax a few words out of the guards and servants, but this fails miserable. You are only greeted with total silence. But one day a guard spokes up but the only thing he said was "Silence, scum". And so you had given up your last hope that anyone would ever talk to you.

A few more days passed as you suddenly hear several footsteps. They didn't sound as heavy as those from the guards, but also not so light and quick as those of the servants either. You could also hear a moody, annoyed voice thar gets louder and louder. "I want to see the thief"

"My king, I don't think this is a good idea. A king should not associate with a thiev-" the man's voice is drowned out by the previous one. "Do you doubt my abilities?" The voice you could now interpret as Aegeon Targaryen, is getting angrier and angrier. A part of you couldn't believe that you would get to see the king, but you are also afraid. Inwardly, you know how moody he could be and how quick he is to anger. "No my king. I would never assume such a thing"

And so the footsteps become louder, as you suddenly see two people in front of you. One looks like and ordinary servant. He wears a white blouse and simple brown trousers. His hair is dry and very disheveled. The person standing next to him is Aegon himself. He wears his black robe, on which the huge sigil of the three headed dragon is depicted. He also wears his crown who is made of pure silver, with red stones inside. His light blonde hair is clearly visible even in the dark. No wonder people consider the Targaryens to be gods.

"My, my what a beautiful lady do we have here?"~ says the king with a slightly, amused smirk on his face as he begins to examine the woman in the cell. "Whats your name thiev?" He notices the beautiful (h/c) hair, and the piercing (e/c) eyes that look at him in disbelief. Aegons violet eyes stopped at her figure. "Have you lost you tongue or have I blinded you so much that you are no longer able to answer my simply question?" The arrogance in his voice is unmistakable, and you could see in his eyes that he somehow enjoyed this.

In fact, for a brief moment you have forgotten how to speak, you assumed that no one would come to visit you anymore, especially not the king himself. You also have an uncomfortable feeling the way he looks at you. Something feels dangerous. "My name is (Y/n), Mylord" you say in a nervous voice, you trembling is unmistakable. This makes the king even happier as he abruptly snaps with his finger. Immediately, a guard comes running over. "Mylord." He says while bowing. "Get her out of this miserable cell, make sure she is bathed and gets fresh clothes. Bring her to me afterwards." You can't believe what the Targaryen just said Not only you were suprised, but also the other two men next to him. "Mylord, this is-"

"Do I have to repeat myself? Is everyone out of their minds today?" The guard immediately regrets his objection as he bows again and looks at the cellar floor. "Excuse me, Mylord. I will call the servants" The king rolls his eyes in annoyance as he looks at you again, unable to hide his evil grin. "I'll see you later. And don't disappoint me" he says calmly, making his way back into the castle. Your whole body starts to shake again, this is definitely not what you ever expected. The gurad gives you a nasty look as he and the servant follow the king.

After a few minutes, two young servants come. One of them wears a green dress and the other one a blue one. Both looked really beautiful for their young age, and you could already tell that they going to be even more beautifully. Behind them came another guard who finally openes your cell and frees you from the heavy chains. Finally, after a long time, you had the feeling that you are somehow free. Of course, in a limited area, but at least it is better than be caged. The servants lead you into the castle, which is surrounded by only greatness. The corridors were long and everywhere are objects decorated with gold or silver. Carpets made of the purest silk lay on the floor and paintings of the former Targaryens hung majestic on the wall. Something inside you would have loved to steal some things, these objects were of great value and you would definitely get rich with them. But you knew that it would be a very stupid idea to steal here in the middle of the dragon's cave where you are constantly watched by guards who follow you step by step.

With a loud sigh, you follow the two as inconspicuously as possible, but you knew that everyone who passes you would look at you with suspicion and disgust. In the end you couldn't blame them, you would be the same. You probably smell like shit and you not looking really trustable right now. One of the servants suddenly stops in front of a massive wooden door that is also decorated with gold. Is there anything here that isn't covered in unnecessary wealth? You think to yourself, as you now enter a large room. There is a tub with already warm water inside, and also a large closet with many beautiful dresses in it. You also notices a mirror that is also so big as the closet. You are startled when you feel that one of the servants, start to take off your dirty clothes. "Sorry, but it would be the best if we hurry. The king is not the most patient." She says in a gentle, almost motherly voice. She is so young and yet already grown up.

You just nod, noticing now that you are already completely naked. You feel a cool breeze on your sensitive (s/c) skin, as you feel a hand on yours. The servant is slowly leading you to the tub, you carefully step inside and immediately let yourself fall in the warm water. You start to close your eyes and enjoy the moment. It's been ages since you had your last bath and this one feels much better than the others. You also notice two gentle hands that start to clean your back and then you (h/c) hair. The other servant took various dresses out of the closet, she looks at them for a while as she finally decides one, a dark green dress with gold hem. After a while towels are brought to you, which you gladly accepted. You slowly stood up as you took one of them, the scent of rose petals lays in the air as you carefully wrap yourself in the towel and get out of the tub.

A few more minutes passed as you finally dried off, your (h/c) hair is braided and the dress matches perfectly your gorgeous body. The two servants seemed very pleased about their work and you immediately took the joy with you. In fact, you no longer feel like a thief but more like a noble woman. Your childhood you would have jumped into the air and screamed so loud in happiness that everyone in the castle would hear it. A small smile crosses your lips as a guard picks you up, the walk is really quit and the guard didn't say a word. This is only a relief for you, as you didn't really want to hear his insults. When you finally arrived in the throne room, Aegon is sitting on the iron throne, which is adorned with thousands of swords. In his hand he is playing with a dagger. On close inspection, it was your dagger. A big grin appears on his face as he orders the other people to quickly leave the room.

As everyone finally disappears, he speaks up. "Well look at you. You even more beautiful than before." You didn't know how to react to the sudden compliment and so you politely bow. This makes his ego even prouder, as he speaks up again. "Tell me, do you know what the punishment for thieves is?" He asks in an unusual, happy tone. He stands up as he slowly walks down the stairs, as he throws your dagger away, again you feel fear through your body. "Y-Yes Mylord" you stutter out as your body screams to run. Run for your life and run so fast your legs could carry you. But nothing happens, instead you stand there like small mouse and watch the Targaryen who keeps coming closer to you. "You know, I could just have your hands cut off, that would be the right punishment for someone like you, but that would be boring..." He comes to you again, your heart beats faster and faster as you body starts to shake. "And besides it would be such a shame for such a beauty like you..."

He suddenly grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look into his violet eyes, which sparks with malice. "You are lucky that I am such a nice king, and that's why I decided that you will be my personal courtesan. Not everyone has the chance to be given such a task..." His grin grew even wider as he could practically smell your fear. You would have loved to hit him right now and then run away from him but you didn't have the strength or courage to do so. Tears are Boe forming in your eyes as you feel yourself collapsing. Aegon doesn't seem to pay any attention to this as she starts to play with one of your strands of hair. "You belong to me now (Y/N), whether you want it or not. After all, someone like you has no oher choice, unless you prefer torture." His voice sounds pleased again, and when he notices that you are not going to answer him, he knows what you have decided. "Come on, I had a fucking long day and I want to have some fun"

[rkart221]

Lyf's metamorphosis

This is an unstructured rant!! TW for lots of gore and unpleasant imagery

I think Lyf goes through a metamorphosis. While he survives the Bifrost and escapes the Yggdrasil system, he's hardly unscathed. Seeing the effects of the great old ones and directly staring into the eyes of Yog-Sothoth changes him in a way I think about often. I think he very much could've died, though due to the nature of his survival and the fact he is now rapidly travelling through the cosmos, with the knowledge of the great old ones, they keep him alive. He's insistently their unknowing vessel, subconsciously spreading their powers further and further into the galaxy. Anyway onto his metamorphosis. It starts off small. Mild headaches and aches of the body as his cells and skin struggle to compute with the sudden environment shift that happened on Midgard. Pains that only grow. I like to think being around him gives people headaches too. A sort of unexplainable crawl of the skin, an itch that doesn't go away. Taking inspiration from the Dunwich horror I like to imagine animals start to resent him, dogs growing aggressive in fear, rats and other urban animals fleeing weeks before he arrives. People start to associate him with the dread inducing call of a Whippoorwill.

After he leaves people tend to feel ill, falling sick, feeling like their insides are melting. Depending on how long they were around him it ranges from a mild headache to multiple organs shutting off as the aroma of his presence melts the body from the inside out. No matter what Lyf does he cannot stop what he causes, instead opting to keep travelling, only continuing the great old one's plan. Now on to his body. The headaches are constant, though sometimes they're weaker than other days, allowing him to think. Other days they're so bad he fears his brain will explode. Cracks start to form, his skin rotting and starting to fall off. Bald patches in his hair grow as the skin grows weaker. There's an unbearable itch beneath his skin that he's never able to get rid of no matter how hard he scratches. His bones ache, body sweats with thickening pale mucus, obviously he's sick, throwing up rather a lot. His sick is black and has the residue of oil, staining whatever surface it touches. Perhaps by occasion, eyes glance back, hidden in the inky black mucus.

Additionally taking inspiration from Wilbur Whatley, he gets the whole tendrils in the stomach thing. I like to think he binds them to still appear somewhat normal.

Whenever he gets cut or hurt by any nature it's healed. Despite his body rapidly trying to die he cannot, the old ones will not let him. The rotting is a reflection of his body unable to keep up with his mind. If he were to get a deep cut black tendrils would morph out of his skin, wrapping it air tight. Over the next few days it'll remain, slowly melting away his skin, bones, veins as it rebuilds whatever is hurt back from square one. If someone were to somehow get it away from his skin then they'd be met with a strong acid and a significant lack of skin underneath.

Anyway I wanna slowly explain all my Lyf lore because theres alot!! I think I'll just do unstructured rant posts like this, doubt anyone will care much but if anything it's useful to have all my information together :)!!!

[supercap2319]

Cold Hands

A/N: Based on book Stefan Salvatore.

Aunt Judith would not be pleased. Actually, she was never pleased, but at least this way she had an excuse. To see her nephew engaged in sinful acts of the body on top of Mrs. Flower's boarding house was something that she would never expect him to do. Especially with the young man she so detested. It was no secret that Aunt Judith didn't like Stefan Antonio Salvatore, the young man who moved to Fell's Church from Florence, Italy.

To others, Stefan would have seemed like a normal person transferring from another country, but this wasn't the truth. In fact, he was the most dangerous person in town. Stefan wasn't like the other boys at Robert E. Lee High School. And not just because he was very handsome, with classic high cheekbones, curly black hair, and deep green eyes. Green eyes that were greener than the leaves on trees or emerald jewelry.

For you see, the thing that makes Stefan dangerous is that he's a vampire. Yes, a vampire. A vampire with incredible powers that can influence anyone and control the very weather. Thankfully, Stefan assured Y/N that he didn't feed on people, but animal blood instead. It makes him significantly weaker than other vampires that drink from the neck, but he's still powerful, nonetheless.

He was drawn here to Fell's Church by a higher power. Him, and his brother, Damon Francesco Salvatore. Damon was abnormally gorgeous and handsome. With frightening jet-black eyes and hair. Y/N could never figure out Damon's plan. He was here one minute, and gone the next. Y/N briefly suspected that Damon was somehow entranced by his sister, Elena, who looked exactly like the girl Stefan and Damon loved in the late 15th century.

It all mattered not, because there was no room in Y/N's head for such trivial thoughts at the moment as Stefan was slowly fogging up his brain with lust and horniness. The way they were sprawled out on the rooftop of the boarding house, legs tangled together as the sky was an orange and pinkish tint of color as Stefan coaxed Y/N's body with his own.

The way Stefan's smooth and cold fingertips trailed all over his body, mapping out every inch of skin that Y/N had. A firm hand squeezing down on his thighs as he let the vampire in between his legs as he rubbed his thighs. Perhaps this is why virgins were so easily seduced into bed. They were not used to such sensations, and it must be overwhelming to their senses.

All Y/N could focus on was Stefan's lips all over him, igniting every cell in his body as he felt they were going to melt underneath Stefan's teasing touch. He's sure an embarrassing whine escaped past his lips as Stefan's lips curved into a smirk as he placed his warm lips on his neck and kissed and sucked the place where shoulder and neck intertwined.

He was practically trembling with desire and want as he looked at those gorgeous green eyes as they locked onto his and an unspoken moment passed between them. An agreement as Y/N nods and Stefan's slim and slender fingers found their way into his jeans as he felt himself getting hot downstairs as he whined at the kisses on his neck getting rougher.

With Stefan's skillful experience, Y/N knew that it was only a matter of seconds before he would come undone. The way Stefan's hand stroked him, so soft and strong as he let his hand work its magic. He could feel himself bucking into his palm, coating it in a sticky fluid that only seemed to excite the vampire above him, as he was so close.

Stefan must have sensed that because he felt an ache in his teeth as he felt them grow longer and more defined to a point before he licked Y/N's neck between the slits of his fangs before he bit down, stroking him hard and fast before Y/N let out a broken moan and came all over his jeans and Stefan's fingers.

The vampire helped him through his aftershocks, helping him come down from his high, as Y/N looked up at the vampire with impossibly green eyes. Said vampire gave him a loving smile. "Good boy."

[aibazuos]

My Brazilian ass is thinking way too much about a One Piece Brazilian military dictatorship AU and I need to put it out there or I will explode

Honestly, the only reason that's something I have such strong opinions about is bc Luffy is Brazilian and there's just so little Brazilian characters in media in general (There's more in Japanese media than in other places but I don't have the time to explain it, if you want to learn more about that you can watch this video).

I don't know how ethical it is to find parallels between a fictional work and very real events that caused the suffering and death of a lot of people. But I think that this is a way to share more of this very important moment in Brazilian history.

So, let's start with a bit of actual history before jumping into my strange attempt at mixing a media that I love and the history of my country.

(Tw: discussions of torture, death, abuse of power by the government, gun use, armed revolution, censorship and anything you can think about that has to do with a military dictatorship. I won't go into detail, but if that's something that triggers you be mindful of that)

Oh, not a TW but something you should know, there's a lot, and I mean a lot, of communism, socialism and anarchism, just so you know

The coup d'état

In 31th of March, 1964 the Brazilian President João Goulart was overthrown by the army. The coup would later be described as a "revolution" by Castelo Branco, one of the Presidents during de dictatorship. It was said to be revolution bc of the "threat of communism" that had been taking over Brazil.

I need to make this very clear, Brazil had at the time some communist and socialist party's, but there was no actual threat from them, since they weren't popular enough with the general population.

This anti-communism reasoning had been used before to instal dictatorships is Brazil, such as the Getulio Vargas government. And it's still being used to this day by far-right politicians to manipulate the public (no, I'll not be arguing about this, if you truly think Brazil has an actual communist threat you can go and find another blog for you, mine isn't the place. block me if you feel the need)

The coup, and the whole dictatorship, was funded by the US

The Institutional Acts

The Institutional Acts were extra-legal decrees that were issued. There were 17 of them and more than a 100 complementary acts.

The Institutional Act number 5 is considered the more violent one, it allowed: the revocation of mandate of any elected politician, the president to interfear in government of states and county's and it made possible for a citizen to lose their constitutional rights. This Act was the one that basically legalized the torture that was already happening.

The Torture and Assassinations

Again, not going into detail, but there was a lot of people who disappeared after being arrested. The most infamous case is of Vladimir Herzog who was found in his cell after "self deleting" with his tie. The photo of his body was sent to the news by the army, but it was questioned by the public, bc he used his tie, but his his legs could touch the floor, so not the most efficient way. I do not recommend looking for his name online unless you want to see the fake self deleting photo, there's no blood or gore, but it is a dead body.

You could be arrest for subversive behavior, basically anything that the government deemed to be against it. A lot of students and teachers were arrested, journalists, actual revolutionaries and people that they would call "communists" even if a lot of them weren't communists.

The Censorship

A lot of art was censored during the dictatorship. Some musicians, such as Chico Buarque , found ways to still criticize the government in their songs but in a more subtle way that wouldn't get them caught. But even then Chico Buarque had to flee the country at some point. (Construção, Cálice and A Banda are very good songs that he wrote during the dictatorship and that are seen a symbol of resistance, really recommend them)

Carlos Marighella

Carlos Marighella was at one point considered enemy number one by the government and was classified as a terrorist. He participated in the armed fight against the dictatorship and founded the Ação Libertadora Nacional (National Liberation Action)

Before the coup he was already part of the Communist Party and an atheist, getting arrested even before the coup bc of an offensive poem he wrote about the administration of Bahia.

The ALN was involved in the kidnapping of an American ambassador in 69, along side the MR-8, another revolutionary movement.

Later that year Marighella was killed in the back of a car after being shot multiple times by the police. The photo of his body would be sent to papers, and through that way his son, fifteen at the time, discovered about his father’s death.

His death would get the urban guerrilla slowed down, but the rural guerrillas still happen and it got more support.

In 1996 the Ministry of Justice would recognize Marighella’s death as the estate’s responsibility. In 2007 it was decided that his wife, Clara Charf was to have a lifetime pension from the government (she is still alive at 99 years old). And, in 2012, after investigations, the Ministry of Justice declared his amnesty post mortem.

(Again, be careful when searching about him, the pictures of his body are not hard to find, and it’s a very bloody image. He was shot multiple times)

The end

The dictatorship ended in 1985. At that point the military was having difficulties keeping itself in power, since the direct elections for governor in 1982 had already elected 10 governors that were in opposition to the dictatorship.

Along side that, during 1983 and 1984 there was a civil movement called “Diretas Já” that wanted the direct elections for the president back, since those stopped happening after the dictatorship took place. That movement was taken down, but even then in the indirect elections of 1985 the non-military candidate, Tancredo Neves, won the election, officially ending the dictatorship.

The end of the dictatorship had already been expected by the military. So in 1979 the president João Batista Figueiredo signed the amnesty for anyone who had committed political crimes, including the torturers. Dilma Rousseff, the first woman to be president of Brazil, elected in 2012, was one of the many people to be tortured by the military and one of the few that survived it. And the current president, Luís Inácio "Lula" da Silva, was part of the syndicalist movement during the dictatorship (not saying I like them, but they are very important figures today and I think it puts into perspective that this events weren't that long ago)

About 400 people were confirmed dead after the end of the dictatorship, but more than 20,000 were missing. It's very hard to find the information about the missing people, since even if files were made about them they are either hidden somewhere or they have been destroyed. To this day new information about this period is being discovered.

In 1988 the new constitution had been written and put into place. It still is the constitution that is being used to this day and is called the citizen constitution, since it was made for the new democratic government. It also made the presidential elections direct again.

WTF AM I DOING??? (AKA: the actual One Piece part)

(honestly there's still a lot of history during this part, I'm terrible at this)

The Marighella question

I just needed to work someone based on Marighella into this, he is such an important figure in all of this. I had two main ideas, either Gol D. Roger and Monkey D. Dragon could fulfill this role of a number one enemy but bc the main character is obviously Luffy i kinda want to make it Dragon.

I think I have some ideas abt their father-son relationship, or lack of it, that would make it interesting.

What I'm writing here is basically a pre-story and the very beginning of it, bc of it some characters are going to be left out (also I haven't watched all of one piece)

Monkey D. Garp

Born in 1904 in the city of Rio de Janeiro

Joined the military in 1922 at 18

Had Dragon in 1929 at 25

Fought in WWII as part of the cobras fumantes (smoking snakes)

Had a difficult time being there for Dragon when he was growing up since he at the time was to rising up the ranks

Tried to get Dragon to join the military

In 1951 when the Getúlio Vargas got into power again Dragon had been affiliated to the communist party for 5 years and Garp stated to hide their connection so that he wouldn't have to report his son.

Luffy is born in 1952 and Dragon takes care of him until 1955. Garp tries to take care of him for a few months, but bc he's a this point a Brigadier General he doesn't have the time to take care of a kid, so Luffy is sent to live with Dadan in Salvador.

When the coup happens Garp burns every file that has Dragon's full name

When Dragon is expelled from the communist party, in 1967, Garp thinks that he's going to calm down and stop, but a few months later more violent revolutionary actions start happening and Garp just knows that it is his son

Garp tries to disturb the investigations that are slowly getting closer to Dragon, but when the U.S starts putting more and more funds into finding and killing Dragon he is forced to stop or he'll be under suspicion of treason

When Dragon dies in 1969 Garp goes to Salvador to tell Luffy face to face abt his father's death

He again tries to get Luffy to join the military, trying to get his grandson to be safe, maybe that way he can resign

Luffy refuses and Garp knows that if he resigns he won't be able to protect Luffy, so he doesn't resign

When his colleagues start talking about this new traveling artists that are making subversive plays in the more rural areas Garp promises himself that no one will kill his grandson

Monkey D. Dragon

Born in 1929 in Salvador, Bahia

He remembers the fear that he felt every time a soldier came bearing news of his father's situation. Would this be the time they tell him he died while fighting the nazis?

The first time he learned about communism was by chance. Some activists had ran scared after the police arrived and left behind some copies of the communist manifesto. He was 14 and that was the first book he read through that wasn't for school

When WWII ended in 1945 Dragon was relieved to have his father back, but that didn't last long. Soon Garp was back to work

They moved to Rio de Janeiro after Garp came back

Since Rio was, at the time, the capital and Gétulio Vargas had just been deposed it wasn't particularly difficult for Dragon to start going to communist meetings

In 1946, when Dragon is 17, he officially joins de communist party

After he graduated high school in the end of that same year he officially moves out and start living in a college commune

He goes to the Universidade Federal do Rio de Janeiro (UFRJ - Federal University of Rio de Janeiro) to get a sociology degree

He graduates in 1950

When Vargas becomes a President again in 1951 Dragon is arrested for subversion for the first time

He's in prison for a few months

When he sees Garp after that they both know that no one can know about their connection. Vargas is in power again and an active member of the communist party that is also the son of an important figure from the military has the biggest target in his back

They wouldn't see each other for years. Both still living in Rio de Janeiro, but no attempts at contact would be made

In 1952 Luffy is born, Dragon is his sole caretake

For his son he tries to lay low, he knows what is like to have an absent father, he doesn't want his son to have the same. He does more office work, publishing unsigned papers in various communist papers and that works

For 3 years that works, but then he's arrested in a violent way. He is shot in the stomach and 2 cops press him to side of the car while putting handcuff on him

Luffy sees everything

When he gets his one call he calls one of his friends and asks them to take Luffy to Garp's house in as many codes as he can use, trying to make sure that the cops didn't know he had a son.

This time his arrest lasts 2 years, he thinks that it would've lasted more if Vargas hadn't ended his own government by killing himself

He goes to visit Garp, to visit Luffy

But Luffy isn't there and Garp won't tell him where Luffy is

He's angry, furious, but at the same time he knows that Luffy is going to be safer away from him

He never sees Luffy again

Juscelino Kubitschek (JK) is elected President in 1955 and the construction of Brasília, the new capital, starts

Things calm down for a few years between JK's government, Jânio Quadros resignation from office and than João Goulart

But the coup happens

Everyone in the party knows that if things had been hard when Vargas was president they are about to get worse now

The younger members of the party, the ones that hadn't been there when Vargas was president, either get even more radicalized or leave the party

Dragon feels like they aren't doing enough, people are getting tortured and killed and they are writing articles that are never going to be published

He's expelled from the party, his colleagues see him as being way to violent, but he takes some people with them and makes his own revolutionary group

They finally get some world out there, but the military makes sure that none of it gets to the papers, censoring everything

The military gets more vicious in their search for Dragon, so Dragon gets more violent

Civillians are never to be killed, even if they are sometimes caught in the crossfire

They throw a grenade in an U.S building and things get harder, now the U.S wants Dragon's head too

He knows that he's going to die, that the police has found his colleagues, his friends. He knows that he is one of the few left and, maybe, if he dies first, the ones that are still alive can get away, maybe live normal lives

He writes letter and records messages in tapes, most os them are for Luffy

When he gets shot the first time he knows that this it, that he's going to die there in the backseat of a car

Quickly the other shots follow

Monkey D. Luffy

Born in 1952 in the city of Rio de Janeiro

His gramps sent him to live in Salvador when he was very young

For some reason he doesn't have many memories from before he went to live with Dadan... but he remembers someone being shot

He's 5 when he meets his brothers. He loves them

School is boring

Gramps wants him to join the army when he grows up

One day, when Luffy is 7 a band of traveling artists appear in town, the cops hate them but Luffy is immediately interested

Shanks is just so cool and so strong

Luffy wants to be like him when he grows up

They get into a fight with some low grade soldiers and Luffy tries to defend them

He fails

Shanks has to protect him and gets shot in his shoulder, he loses movement of his arm

Luffy promises himself that he would get strong enough to not let anyone he cares about get hurt

Shanks continues to tell him that it wasn't his fault, the cop should't have pointed at gun at a child

Just as sudden as they came the leave, Shanks gives Luffy his straw hat

Things go back to how they were before, except now Luffy knows he will never be part of the military

Gramps is angry when he hears that

When he's twelve his teachers start talking about how the military is now in power, they say it's a good thing "We'll finally get ride of the commies, there will be order in the country"

Luffy feels something sick in him

A month later Sabo dies

Luffy and Ace didn't go to school for a week

Ace graduated and left. He said he wanted to do something good, make their childhood dreams of changing the world into reality

Luffy wants to go with him but Ace refused

Luffy is now alone

School is still boring and now his teachers continue to praise the military in everything they do. Some of them seem scared of the military though

He's 15 when he hears whispers of this “commie bastard” that is been causing havoc in Rio de Janeiro

He's 16 when the papers now have the face and name of the commie bastard, a guy with a face tattoo, " THE TERRORIST DRAGON"

He's 17 when his gramps shows up in town, with a paper in hands that declared that Dragon was dead

"Your dad Luffy, he died"

Gramps begs him to join the military, to keep himself safe

Luffy can't agree to that, not after having see the military hurt so many people and stop them from being free

All Luffy wants is to be free

That is the first time he sees his Gramps cry

His gramps said that his dad left him tapes and letters

Luffy hears and reads all of them that night

When Dadan and gramps go to wake him up next day they find an empty bed

Okay, this post is already way to long and characters like Ace and Sabo are more interesting if I talk abt them at a later point

Honestly I really recommend taking pieces of the history of your country and characters you love and smash them. It doesn't need to be something so traumatic as my choice was, you can just use something that you think is interesting.

My choice was the dictatorship bc I think One Piece deals a lot with themes like these with the marines that it was the most obvious choice. Also communist Dragon, honestly that was a big part of it too

Less important, but like, I really do need to change the names of the IRL presidents and stuff like that. bc even the idea of "Monkey D. Dragon" and "Getúlio Vargas" being two people alive at the same time is weird

I don't know if this post will get attention, but I do plan on writing more of whatever this is

Also, this shit wasn't beta'd I just needed to get this out there as soon as possible

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Life With You: Part XL

Revival

Floating on her crystal ball, Fortuneteller Baba viewed the lines of spirits waiting to see King Yemma. She shook her head saddened by the numerous deaths from Earth. It’s already begun. However, these spirits, once people, weren’t killed by Majin Boo but by Majin Vegeta. This wasn’t in her visions.  

She didn’t anticipate Vegeta’s death this soon. That's why when she viewed his death, Baba recovered Vegeta’s spirit and escorted him to King Yemma. Baba floated into the palace of the Lord of the Afterlife as he was rendering sentence. The spirit was very vocal, angrily yelling at King Yemma that they should not be sent to Hell. King Yemma ignored the yelling, opened the floor under the spirit and watched it be sucked into Hell.

“That was an angry spirit,” Baba murmured.

“Very.” King Yemma beckoned the next spirit forward for judgment. “Goodbye, Mrs. Niver.” As he read the spirit’s life, King Yemma frowned, “Another one was killed at the Tenkaichi Budokai by Vegeta. He has been quiet for years.”

“I’ve come to warn you Vegeta has also died. I want you to allow Vegeta to keep his body.”

“Why? Do you know what’s happening on Earth?” King Yemma noticed a spirit floating next to Baba. “Is that Vegeta? Did you jump him ahead of the line?”

“Trust me on this, King Yemma,” Baba pleaded. “Don’t send Vegeta to Hell. Wait until the trouble on Earth has passed.”

“But Goku is on Earth.”

Vegeta’s spirit spoke angry gibberish.

“Baba….” King Yemma had a strong suspicion Baba was hiding something. “Is this why you thought Goku should return to Earth?”

Baba twiddled her thumbs nervously. “I had a vision.”

“Baba, I warned you about your visions and interfering with the natural order of things.”

“If I didn’t interfere, the natural order of things would be the end of Earth! I thought sending Goku would change Earth’s fate but things aren’t going as I hoped. Vegeta fell under Bobbidi’s power. He died too early! He helped with Cell and died trying to save Earth against Majin Boo.”

King Yemma knew from his first death, there were pages of horrible deeds committed by Vegeta. Two good deeds weren’t enough for Vegeta to retain his body. However, King Yemma trusted Baba and what he saw coming from Earth was a warning. “I’ll return his body. Take him to the Viewing Room, Baba. He can stay there until I need him.”

As King Yemma signaled the next spirit forward, Vegeta’s spirit morphed into his body. The Saiyan Prince looked at his hands and body amazed. He felt his forehead. He didn’t feel Bobbidi’s emblem.

I’m free from his possession.

“Come, Vegeta.” Baba urged Vegeta to follow her. “You can stay in Earth’s Viewing Room.”

Vegeta followed Baba down a long hallway. They passed doors with the names of planets on the front. Appreciative that he retained his body, Vegeta wanted answers from Baba. “You knew about Bobbidi and Dabura and you didn’t warn us? You brought Kakarrot back so he can play hero?!”

“Earth needs Goku, Vegeta. You, Gohan and everyone else weren’t enough to defeat Dabura and Majin Boo.”

How insulting! “I am not second fiddle to Kakarrot!”

“You had more warnings about the dangers to come than in my vision and yet, you died before my vision predicted. Bringing Goku into the fold, hastened your death because of your pride!”

Vegeta snarled but he couldn’t dispute Baba’s words. His pride did cost Gohan’s life. If Majin Boo isn’t stopped, it will cost Bulma and Trunks’ lives, too. “So,” he spoke calmer, “in your visions, Boo’s shell still cracked. What happened?”

“At the Tenkaichi Budokai, you and Gohan fought in the final round. Bobbidi’s minions attacked both of you and drained your powers. The Supreme Kai refrained the others from getting involved.”

“Jackass.” Vegeta wasn’t surprised. “In both realities, the Kai is an incompetent fool.”

“It was a grave miscalculation.” They entered Earth’s Viewing Room. There were many ogres watching monitors of different areas on Earth. “Your strength was restored and you went with the Supreme Kai. Krillin was killed instead of Kibito. No one was spat on.”

“So, Gohan, Piccolo and I fought Bobbidi’s minions. Did Gohan fight Dabura?”

“No. You did. You defeated Dabura but before you could kill him, he spat on you.”

“I was turned into stone?!”

“It didn’t last long. Piccolo and Gohan killed Dabura and brought you back but it was the tipping point to unlocking Majin Boo’s shell. It was chaos after that.” Baba took Vegeta to a monitor where Goku lay unconscious. Seeing Goku, reminded Vegeta of Gohan.

“Did Gohan travel to the planet of warriors?” Before judgment is passed on him, Vegeta wanted to apologize to Gohan.

“He would be there now if he was dead.”

“If?!” This news stunned Vegeta. “Gohan’s alive?”

The back of Goku’s head throbbed as his eyes opened to the rocky desert. He spat out the grainy ground that rubbed against his lips. Goku slowly stood as he recalled what happened. He and Vegeta made a truce to stop fighting and help Gohan with Majin Boo.

That was the plan but Vegeta tricked and knocked him out. Goku picked up the empty bag of senzu beans. Dammit, Vegeta. He tried to find Gohan and Vegeta’s ki. They were strong together but Goku knew they couldn’t defeat Majin Boo alone.

Where’s Gohan? Where’s Vegeta?

Goku picked up Krillin and Piccolo’s ki. Maybe they can tell me what’s going on. Goku disappeared and reappeared on Kami’s Temple. There, he got the grim news about Gohan.

Gohan’s too powerful to be killed by Majin Boo.

But he remembered Gohan’s battle with Dabura. Vegeta was right. Gohan has slacked in his training but Goku couldn’t believe he was dead.  

Not the son who gazed at him with the most curious eyes. Not the son who followed him around the house crawling with his bottle wrapped around his tail. Not the son who had strength Goku never imagined; who made him proud with his kind heart and intelligent mind. Not the son who cared for his wife and second child in his absence. He couldn’t be gone.

I helped you with Cell. I wanted to help you with Majin Boo.

But Vegeta blindsided him and it cost Gohan’s life. Gohan can be brought back with the dragon balls but until then, ChiChi has to know. I don’t know how I can tell her.

Goku knew he had to be the one to do it but he had another pressing issue. Majin Boo. “He took down Gohan and Vegeta. He won’t be easy to defeat.”

Piccolo agreed. “At this rate, every living being on Earth and in the universe will be killed.”

“But we have you, Goku,” Krillin wasn’t worried. To him, the battle was over. “You’re the only one who can beat him. You have one full day. You still have time.”

Some things never change. Goku remembered during his heart virus coma, his friends talked of him dealing with the Artificial Humans and Cell. I’m dead and they want me to fight again. “Krillin, I can’t do it.”

“You have to. You’re the only one who can beat Majin Boo.”

Goku thought his absence would mean he’s not the hero anymore. Gohan took his place and Goku thought his friends would keep training and be teachers to the younger ones. That wasn’t happening. Krillin and Yamcha retired. Gohan wasn’t as strong. Goten and Trunks were on the rise but not ready.

I could try as Super Saiyan Three but I lost hours fighting Vegeta.

King Kai warned him against using Super Saiyan Three. It would eat up his time on Earth and if he lost all his time before he returned to the afterlife, he wouldn’t exist anywhere.

It’s also not my place. He was dead and this battle was in the realm of the living. He interfered in aiding Majin Boo’s release. Interfering anymore may cause catastrophic damage. At least that’s what King Kai warned him. Be it a warning or a false narrative, Goku saw the effects of returning to the living world. 

He lost his eldest son and Vegeta was dead.

But if he explained all of that, Goku knew Krillin wouldn’t understand. Instead, he told him,  “Vegeta is just as strong as me and he’s gone.”

“Oh….” Krillin slumped at the grim truth. “Guess you’re right.”

Even though he couldn’t interfere, Goku wanted to help. ChiChi and Goten were still here. He didn’t want them to die. Goku thought the only way for anyone to beat Majin Boo was a Fusion. “If Gohan and Vegeta were still alive, we’d have a chance.” I could’ve taught them Fusion.

“This is similar to Cell, Son. It doesn’t matter how many of us are here. Without strong powerhouses like you, Gohan and Vegeta, we’re done for.”

“I know.” Even you, Piccolo? “They could’ve fused or I could’ve fused with them.”

Goku explained the Fusion technique. “I could never try it since no one is close to my power. I did learn the technique with another warrior so I know what to do. I thought I’d have time to try it with Gohan after the tournament but……”

“We still have a chance!” Krillin saw hope in their dilemma. “When you go back to the afterlife, Gohan and Vegeta will be there. You can fuse with one of them!”

“And what good would that do us?” Krillin’s constant speaking without thinking annoyed Piccolo. “Son cannot return to this realm when he goes back. Vegeta will not keep his body and if Son fuses with Gohan, he can’t return to this realm when we wish Gohan back.”

“Don’t scold me as if my ideas are stupid! I’m trying to come up with something while you haven’t suggested a thing!”

“Contemplating is better than speaking without thinking, Krillin.”

Before an argument could break out between the two, Mr. Popo suggested Goten and Trunks could fuse since they have a similar size and power. Goku thought it was a long shot but it was the best idea they had. “I’ll train Goten and Trunks until I leave. Piccolo, you’ll have to take over for me.”

“Good idea, Goku!” Krillin cheered as his hope rose again. “Those two are gonna do it! I know it!”

“Possibly,” Piccolo conceded it was their best option, but he still worried. “It will take time for Goten and Trunks to learn the technique. Millions will die in the meantime. The entire planet could be wiped out before they’re ready. This is a terrible gamble, Son.”

“Maybe,” Goku understood Piccolo’s concerns, “but we have the dragon balls. We can wish everyone back.”

“In the meantime, I’ll get the others,” Krillin offered. “Our families will be safe.”

The skies above them suddenly darkened. Goku knew what was happening and he didn’t like it. “Shenron. Why is he being summoned now?”

“Bulma,” Krillin guessed. “She collected the dragon balls to wish everyone back Vegeta killed.”

For a brief moment, Goku worried. Does this mean Mrs. Niver will come back?

“This is bad,” Dende worried. “If all three wishes are used now, the dragon balls will be inert for a year.”

“I’ll stop her,” Goku put his fingers to his forehead but among the billions of lives on the planet, Bulma’s ki was too hard to pinpoint. Goku had a hunch his wife was with her. Focusing on ChiChi, Goku quickly found her. He was right. ChiChi and Bulma were together.

Goku arrived after one wish was used. He sent Shenron away promising to request the other two wishes later. As the dragon dispersed into seven separate balls, ChiChi ran into Goku’s arms.

“You’re back!” ChiChi snuggled against his chest. “You’re safe.”

“Worried about me?” Goku teased. “I’m dead, ChiChi. What else could happen to me?”

“Don’t talk like that,” ChiChi gently chided him. “After everything that has happened today, I have a right to be worried.” She looked around expecting her sons to be with Goku. “Where are Gohan and Goten? Videl said Goten and Trunks were flying to you and Gohan.” When Goku didn’t answer immediately, ChiChi worried, “Did something happen to our sons?”

“Stop worrying,” Goku brushed off ChiChi’s concerns. “Everyone’s on Kami’s Temple. We all have to go there to be safe.” He addressed the group around them. “I need everyone to line up and hold on to each other. I’m gonna transfer us to Kami’s Temple. We’ll be safe from Majin Boo there.”

“Who is Majin Boo?” Yamcha asked. “What’s happening?”

“I’ll explain when we are at the temple.”

“I hope Vegeta has an explanation for what he did.” Bulma joined the line with Yamcha. 

18 held Marron as she stepped to Goku. “Is Krillin with you?”

“He’s fine. He can’t wait to see you two.”

“Good.” 18 took her place next to Gyu-Mao. No one else saw it but ChiChi noticed the worry leave her friend. She’ll feel that relief when she sees her sons.

As Goku checked to see everyone lined up, Goku noticed ChiChi touching his shoulder and not his hand. “I thought you were gonna hold my hand.”

“I'd rather hold you.”

Goku blushed at ChiChi’s bedroom eyes. “Don’t look at me like that,” he whispered.

When they were transported to Kami’s Temple, ChiChi was disappointed to see Piccolo, Krillin and Dende. She was happy 18 reunited with Krillin but where were her sons? Goku said everyone was here but as the seconds ticked without a sight of her sons, ChiChi’s worry increased.

“Goku,” ChiChi asked again, “where are Gohan and Goten?”

ChiChi’s question sparked Bulma to ask about Vegeta and Trunks. Behind Goku, ChiChi saw Krillin panic. Her eyes went to Goku who suddenly bore a serious face. Oh, no. Gohan. Goten. Not them. Please don’t tell me something happened to them.

“This isn’t easy for me to say,” Goku began gravely. “Goten and Trunks are safe but Gohan and Vegeta are dead. Majin Boo killed them.”

No! It was the last news ChiChi wanted to hear and what she feared the most. I lost my husband. I can’t lose Gohan, too. Not him.

Not the boy who gave her the sweetest smile; the shy toddler who clutched at her skirts as she cooked his favorite meals; the boy who had grown so much since being away for a year and became a shoulder for her to lean on during one of the darkest periods of her life. Not her baby boy who was growing into a bright young man with so much waiting for him.

Gohan.

She felt lightheaded and hot suddenly. She stood still but everything around her spun into a blur. She couldn’t see Goku or her father. Her weakening legs buckled under pressure as she collapsed and blacked out before her head hit the pavement.

“ChiChi, please wake up." Gyu-Mao hovered over ChiChi. He looked helpless at Goku as he rushed over. “Goku. Help her.” This is my fault. Goku picked up ChiChi. "I'll take her to my old room." Leaving, Goku could hear Bulma wailing for Vegeta. Hearing her grief reminded Goku of who he lost. Gohan’s nervous smile flashed in his mind. It was the last he saw of Gohan before he left with the Supreme Kai. Get it together, Goku. Gohan and Vegeta were dead. Majin Boo had to be stopped. Everyone was depending on him. But I can't do it. Everything is on Goten and Trunks. He spoke confidently of the boys but knew it was a big risk putting everything on their small shoulders.

ChiChi stirred in his arms awakening. “Goku?” She was so woozy. She touched his face to be sure he was there. “I’m here. You fainted. I’m taking you to my old room.” “I can make it,” she gently pushed at him forcing Goku to place her on feet. "I need you to tell me Gohan’s not dead. You made a mistake.” Goku remained firm but ChiChi's tears almost broke him. "Sorry, ChiChi, but he's gone. I can't feel his Ki." "No! You’re wrong!” Goku didn’t waver. “Please be wrong,” ChiChi begged her husband. “Please," she sobbed. "My baby can't be gone. Tell me you’re lying, Goku. Please tell me you’re lying!" Goku held ChiChi against him. It was all he could do to comfort her. Gohan’s last smile flashed in his mind as ChiChi’s sobs got louder. I wanted to help you, Gohan.  “I'm sorry.” "You were gonna protect him," ChiChi sobbed against his shirt. "You said you'll never let anything happen to Gohan. You told me to trust you. I did and our son is dead!" Her voice raised. It wasn’t in anger but heartbreak. Goku never saw ChiChi cry like this except when Gohan told her he died and wasn’t coming back. "Gohan!” she wailed his name. “Not our baby! Not him!" Goku wished ChiChi screamed at him. He wished she was angry and blamed him for their son's death. He could handle that. He couldn’t handle this ChiChi who wailed with a broken heart; who believed he would protect their son. He couldn’t handle he let her down. This is my fault. I should’ve defeated Vegeta as a Super Saiyan Three. Gohan would be alive if I did that. Gohan appeared in Goku’s mind again but as a baby looking in awe of him. This faded to a giggling baby Gohan crawling to him. This transferred to Gohan on one of the worst days of Goku’s life: Gohan taken by Raditz. That horrible vision whirled to Goku finding Gohan with a broken neck on Namek. When Gohan needed him, Goku was there.

Except today. I'm sorry, Gohan. I didn't protect you. I shouldn't have come back. "Goku?" Goku turned his head to see Bulma. He didn't notice her encroaching. "Bulma, what is it?" Bulma always kept herself looking good. Her hair was never out of place and her makeup was perfect but now her eyes were red, her face was slightly puffy and her lipstick was smeared. "Why did you let him die?" He didn't need this. He didn’t want anyone else to make him feel guilty about Gohan’s death. "I didn't let Gohan die." "I'm not talking about Gohan. I'm talking about Vegeta. How could you let him die?" "Bulma, I didn't let Vegeta die. I didn't know." "What do you mean you didn't know? You were with him, weren't you?!" "I....." Goku wanted to be careful with his words. "I wasn't with him." "What?" Bulma choked on her tears. "Did you let Vegeta fight Majin Boo by himself? Why weren't you with him?! You're supposed to fight Majin Boo! You're the one who beat the bad guys! It's what you've always done! Why didn't you do it this time?!"

“Bulma….”

“Why did you come back? Vegeta turned into a psychotic killer because of you! Gohan is dead! Bad things happen when you’re around!”

“Stop it!” ChiChi snapped back. She lost her son. She understood Bulma’s pain of losing a lover but she wouldn’t allow Bulma to take it out on Goku. “I know you’re hurting, Bulma, but you’re not the only one. Goku and I lost our son!”

ChiChi’s words forced Bulma to collect herself. ChiChi was right but so was she about Vegeta. He wouldn’t be dead if Goku had done what he had always done. “I want to know what happened to Vegeta. Goku knows and he won’t say. Don’t you find it strange he survived while they died? Don’t you want to know what happened to your son and why Goku wasn’t there when Gohan needed his father?”

Bulma’s words felt like a slap. Closing his eyes, he saw Gohan again. I’m sorry, Gohan. As he thought of his son, Goku felt ChiChi’s eyes on him. He didn’t need a rift with ChiChi but he knew Bulma’s words created a fissure in their mutual mourning. “Bulma….” Goku didn’t want to say it. “Don’t,” he warned her. “Please.”

“Tell me!” Bulma screamed. “I’m your oldest friend. I deserve to know the truth! What happened to my Vegeta?! Why didn’t you save your son?!”

“He knocked me out!” Goku hadn’t meant to yell but Bulma’s probing while he mourned his loss pushed Goku to his limit. “I felt Majin Boo’s power. I told Vegeta we should stop fighting and help Gohan and the Supreme Kai. Vegeta agreed but when I turned my back on him, he knocked me out.” Goku hated admitting that. He let his guard down to people he trusted. It was the first time he lowered his guard around Vegeta and cost Gohan’s life. “When I woke up, Vegeta and Gohan were dead.”

The truth rendered Bulma speechless. She stood as a statue while swallowing the news of Vegeta causing his and Gohan’s death. She wanted to yell at Goku. She wanted to accuse him of lying but she knew her oldest friend. He could hide the truth but he didn’t lie. “Why?” Bulma whispered. “Why would Vegeta do that?”

“Bulma, I would’ve saved Gohan and Vegeta if I could.” He heard ChiChi crying softly against him. He took that as his cue to leave. ChiChi needed him. “Sorry.” He walked away with ChiChi. They were silent the rest of the way to his old room. When they entered, he walked ChiChi to his bed. “You should lie down, ChiChi.”

ChiChi waved off that suggestion. “Lying down won’t bring me our son back, Goku.” She stepped away from him. She felt embarrassed for fainting. She hadn’t done that in years. “Goten.” She thought of her only living child. Her sweet baby boy adored Gohan. “How can I tell him Gohan’s….. Gohan….” she began crying again.

Goku embraced ChiChi. He hated this day. His family was broken and he blamed himself. “I’ll tell him.” He consoled her. “I’ll tell him, ChiChi, but I gotta tell ya,” he warned. “I can’t stop Majin Boo. I need Goten and Trunks.” ChiChi immediately stiffened in his arms. She pulled away. “They’re strong, ChiChi.”

“You want them to fight that monster?” No. Not another son. “He killed Vegeta and Gohan.”

“I know, but to be in this realm, I was given enough energy for twenty-four hours. I lost some of it fighting Vegeta. The more energy I use, the quicker my time goes.”

ChiChi thought of Vegeta and how menacing he was. He wouldn’t go down easily. “How much time do you have left, Goku?”

Goku shrugged. “I probably have sixteen or seventeen hours. I don’t have enough left to stop Majin Boo. The best I can do is train Goten and Trunks and leave the rest to Piccolo.” ChiChi turned away from him. He knew she didn’t like that but this was the only way. “I know you didn’t like it when I took Gohan to train----”

“No,” ChiChi cut him off. “That’s not it.” Seven years ago, she would’ve been against this but ChiChi learned from her mistakes. “Goten and Trunks are strong but they’re not Gohan. They are boys who grew up in peace. They never dealt with the consequences of not winning. They have the strength. They have the skills but not the mindset for what you want them to do.”

“So, they’re spoiled.” Goku saw that in Trunks. He didn’t act like the Trunks he met seven years ago. This one was the pure embodiment of his parents’ strong personalities. Goten was shy and playful. He wasn’t far behind Trunks so Goku knew if they focus, they will defeat Majin Boo. “I’ll get them ready and Piccolo will take over when I’m gone.”

He was determined and ChiChi knew she couldn’t stop Goku when he had his mind set on something. “Then make the same promise you made with me over Gohan.” She lightly jabbed his face. “You make Goten and Trunks as strong as possible. You train them to make Majin Boo pay for killing our Gohan.”

ChiChi’s approval was everything to Goku. She’d get angry and not agree with his decisions but ChiChi always had his back. “Promise.”

“Good.” She had his word. That was all she needed. ChiChi gave Goku a quick kiss. “Then go. You don’t have a lot of time.”

Goku pulled away from ChiChi but when he reached the door, he hesitated. He needed what only ChiChi could give him. A kiss. It was long, slow and melted ChiChi like wax to a flame. She gripped his shirt with one hand while the other nestled his hair so she wouldn’t pool to the floor. Goku’s kisses were a silent language. In it, ChiChi could feel his anger, frustration and sorrow. She took that from him and sent her love and hope while conveying her understanding and forgiveness.

Goku broke the breathless kiss with a vow. “I’m making a promise to you, ChiChi. If I face Majin Boo before I leave, I’ll make him pay for what he did to Gohan.”

Goku left ChiChi and returned to the group waiting for him. He wanted to fight strong opponents for fun and eat to his heart’s content but when the need called for one to take command and delegate, leader was a role Goku shifted into naturally.

Goku was going to voice it was time to wake up Goten and Trunks when Bobbidi and Majin Boo appeared in their minds. Bobbidi spoke to the entire world about what he wanted. Piccolo, Goten and Trunks. He threatened to destroy cities if they didn’t come to him.

“I will go,” Piccolo volunteered. “My death will spare lives.”

“They’ll kill you and destroy Earth anyway.” Experiences with Freeza and Cell taught Goku some beings couldn’t be trusted on their word. “You must train Goten and Trunks when I go. We can bring everyone back with the dragon balls. Let’s go.”

Goku, Piccolo and Mr. Popo were halfway to Goten and Trunks' room, when they saw ChiChi coming to them. “ChiChi?” She was angry and wearing the same look on her face when she ran down the stadium steps to aid Gohan against Spopovich. “You heard the broadcast.”

“Those monsters want to kill our Goten! I’ll fight that weaselly maggot and his fat sidekick before that happens!”

“You can’t.” The last thing Goku needed was ChiChi going off half-cocked and getting herself killed. “Goten and Trunks have to fight them but I gotta prepare them first.”

“I can’t stand here and do nothing, Goku. I did too much of that when Gohan was a child.” ChiChi knew Goku wouldn’t let her fight so she offered an alternative. “I want to watch you train Goten.”

Behind him, Piccolo waved his arms and shook his head mouthing ‘No.’

Piccolo will take over when he’s gone. However, Goku hadn’t forgotten how tough Piccolo was with Gohan and how that had stunted some of his fighting. A softer guidance would erode Piccolo’s toughness.

“All right.”

“Thank you,” ChiChi embraced Goku while Piccolo threw his hands up disgusted.

ChiChi went with Goku, Piccolo and Mr. Popo to the room Goten and Trunks slept in. Goten sprawled on the bed with his covers kicked off while Trunks slept on his side covered. ChiChi and Goku went to Goten’s bedside while Piccolo went to Trunks. “Goten,” ChiChi gently shook Goten awake. “Goten, it’s time to wake up.”

“Hey!” Piccolo yanked the covers off Trunks. “Wake up!”

Goten opened his eyes. He looked around confused this wasn’t the desert with Trunks and his Dad. He forgot that when he saw his mother. “Momma!” Goten jumped up and hugged ChiChi. “It was so bad, Momma!” he wailed for his mother’s comfort after his terrible ordeal. “Me and Trunks wanted to see a genie and we found statues of Mr. Piccolo and Mr. Krillin. Trunks broke the Mr. Piccolo statue but he regurgitated his body back after the fat genie turned another guy into a cookie and ate him!”

“Oh,” Goku slyly grinned at Piccolo, “So that’s how you got your body back.”

“More or less,” Piccolo grumbled, “but I didn’t regurgitate. I regenerated.”

“Then Mr. Vegeta showed up and fought the fat genie. He was so awesome but he got beat up really badly. Me and Trunks tried to help him but Mr. Vegeta got weird and told Trunks to take care of his Mom. Mr. Vegeta hugged Trunks, Momma!” Goten gasped still astonished. “Mr. Vegeta never hugged Trunks but it was a trick to knock him out.” He rubbed his stomach where Vegeta punched him. “He hit me, too. We wanted to help but Mr. Vegeta was a meanie!”

“Why are we here? Where’s my Dad?” Trunks saw Piccolo. “Did you leave him?”

“Come on.” Goku gently pulled Goten from ChiChi’s arms. “Get your shoes on, Goten. We have to take you and Trunks to a room.”

“Is my Dad there?” Trunks got out of bed and put on his shoes. “Is that where you are taking us?”

“Everything will be explained.”

Trunks didn’t like Goku’s cryptic words but he accepted he had to do as told….for now.

“Is Big Brother there, too, Momma?” Goten grabbed ChiChi’s hand while following Goku out of the room. “I wanna tell him about my day.”

ChiChi gently squeezed Goten’s hand as her lower lip quivered. She told herself to not cry and worry Goten but it was so hard to hold the truth from her little one. “Do as your father says.”

“Okay.” Goten agreed. “Where are we?” he looked around at the wide hallways and tall columns. “It’s so big here.”

“This is a place where your Daddy lived for a few years.”

“Oh,” Goten looked at the man a couple feet ahead of him still in awe he was his father. “He’s so big, Momma,” Goten whispered.

“I know.”

Goten looked at his father shyly before whispering to ChiChi. “I like him.”

ChiChi whispered back. “I’m glad.”  

Goten and Trunks were ushered into a training room Goku used. Goten looked around eager and curious while Trunks was suspicious. “All right. We’re here. Where is my Dad?”

“No more stalling, Son.” Piccolo didn’t want to waste any more time. “Tell them or I will.”

“Tell us what?” Trunks lost his patience. “Where is my Dad? Tell me!”

“Momma?” From Trunks’ burst of anger, Goten picked up the shift in the air. Mr. Vegeta wasn’t here and neither was his Big Brother. Why was everyone so quiet? “Momma, where’s Big Brother?”

It hurt ChiChi to remain quiet but Goku wanted to tell Goten. She braced her heart on how crushed her son will be when he learns his Big Brother is dead.

“Gohan and Vegeta are dead. Majin Boo killed them.”

ChiChi winced at Goku’s bluntness. She could hear the news like that but it needed to be softened for Goten and Trunks.

Both boys were silent as the news settled in. ChiChi wasn’t sure if they understood what Goku said but tears began to trickle from the boys’ eyes. Their little bodies trembled. Goten snapped from the shock first bursting into tears and wailing. “Big Brother!!!!”

“No!!!” Trunks denied the news. “It can’t be! My Dad didn’t die to that monster!”

“Big Brother is dead!!!”

ChiChi stepped forward to scoop Goten into her arms but Goku’s arm blocked her. He silently warned her to not get involved.

“But, Goku….” ChiChi protested.

“You told me you will let me handle this.”

Goku was rarely stern with her. In the past, she relented but after being on her own for seven years, ChiChi found herself struggling to be a submissive wife. Goku turned away unaware of ChiChi’s internal struggle. He didn’t like being rude to ChiChi but his time was waning on Earth and he needed Goten and Trunks to learn Fusion. 

“If you don’t like it, then hurry up and learn this technique and avenge them! Got it?!”

No. ChiChi didn’t approve of how Goku was handling this. This isn’t the way, Goku.

“I know it’s harsh,” Goku softened his tone as if realizing he was being too hard, “but it’s the only way. Bobbidi may find this place soon. We need to start training immediately.”

Goku began explaining what Fusion was. He thought the boys were listening but when he asked them to turn into Super Saiyans, he noticed Goten and Trunks glaring at him. “What’s wrong? Am I going too fast?”

Trunks sneered at Goku. “What were you doing when Dad and Gohan got killed?”

Oof. Goku hoped the boys wouldn’t think to ask that. He didn’t have time to make up an excuse so he told the truth. “I was knocked out.”

“Knocked out? At a time like that?! Trunks was disgusted. “I thought you were strong!”

Trunks wasn’t the only one angry and disgusted with Goku’s answer. Goten was, too. “What can we learn from you?!”

“How dare you?!” Piccolo was patient as Goku broke the news but from how Goku and ChiChi woke Goten and spoke to him, it was shameful to see they were still coddling parents. Piccolo knew Goku was holding back the truth. He heard the conversation between Goku, ChiChi and Bulma and it pissed him off Trunks and Goten would dare talk so rudely to Goku as if he was a coward. “You are speaking to Goku!!”

“It’s okay, Piccolo.” Goku let the insult roll off him. “I am weak. I could never beat Majin Boo. I can teach you this trick. If you want to get back at Majin Boo for what he did to Gohan and Vegeta, this is the way.”

“If you can’t beat Majin Boo, why should we believe you know a way to defeat him?!”

“Yeah!” Goten agreed with Trunks. “You’re big but you’re not strong like Big Brother or you wouldn’t have let him die!”

“Goten.” ChiChi couldn’t allow her son to disrespect his father. “That’s enough. Apologize to your father.”

“No!” Goten refused. “You and Big Brother told me Daddy is a great man and very strong! How can he be so great if he was knocked out and he let Big Brother and Trunks’ Daddy die?! He’s weak! I can’t learn anything from him!”

When Gohan yelled at her in the hospital, ChiChi was hurt. Everyone agreed with him. The pain she felt then ChiChi could see in Goku’s eyes now. Gohan was calmer after that outburst. She suspected Goku talked to him. Now it was her turn to talk to Goten for Goku. “That’s enough, Goten.” ChiChi didn’t scream but her voice did rise, warning him.

“It’s okay, ChiChi.” Goku knew what ChiChi was doing but she didn’t need to. “I can’t be great if I let Gohan die.”

“And my Dad!” Trunks jumped in. “Dad talked about you like you should be respected, but why should we respect a dead guy? If you are so great, you wouldn’t be dead or you would’ve died instead Dad and Gohan like you did seven years ago!”

“Why you little….!” Piccolo had enough of the brats. “A good smack across your face would do you good.”

ChiChi blocked Piccolo from striking the boys. She knelt to Goten. “I know you are upset and sad about Big Brother. I am, too, but you don’t take it out on Daddy.”

“But he…..”

“He’s not responsible for Big Brother or Vegeta dying. Remember when we talked about Daddy? Remember when you asked how Daddy died?” Goten nodded. “What did I say?”

Goten kept his head down and his eyes on his small hands wrapped in his mother’s. “Daddy died to protect us. He died so we can live in peace.”

“That’s right,” ChiChi was proud Goten remembered. “He stayed away to protect us. He was gifted a chance to see us again. Do you think a man like that, your Daddy, would let your Big Brother die?”

Goten raised his head to Goku. He was a mystery for years. He saw his photos; and heard many stories about him from his mother and Big Brother. The stories made Goten want to know this man. It made Goten love him when he didn’t know him. Momma and Big Brother can’t be wrong. “No.” Tears rolled down his cheeks. He felt bad for yelling at his Daddy. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Goku gently rubbed Goten’s hair. “All is forgiven.”

“But Big Brother, Momma. It hurts he’s gone.”

ChiChi embraced Goten as he cried. “I know, Goten. It hurts for me, too, but the best way to deal with it is to fight back and make that bad Majin Boo pay for what he did.”

“I will, Momma,” Goten promised. “Daddy, teach me how to beat Majin Boo.”

“I’m ready, too.” What ChiChi said made sense to Trunks. His father spoke highly of Goku. He wouldn’t respect him if he thought Son Goku was weak. 

ChiChi allowed Goku to resume training but Bobbidi interrupted addressing Piccolo, Goten and Trunks again. He gave them more incentive to fight when Majin Boo destroyed another city. ChiChi and Piccolo tried to shun Goten and Trunks from closing their eyes and seeing the horror of Majin Boo but Goku was glad they saw the violence. They needed to see what was at stake if they didn’t win.  

Their lessons were interrupted half an hour later when Bobbidi announced he knew Trunks’ address and was heading to West City. This brought a panic Bulma into the room.

“Goku, they are heading to West City. They are going to kill my parents.”

“We can bring them back with the dragon balls.”

“He’ll destroy the city, Goku! And if he does that, he’ll destroy the dragon ball radar I left there. There are special parts I can’t replicate except in my lab.”

“Whaaa!” Goku screamed. “Why did you leave it there?! Okay. Change of plans. Trunks, I need you to fly home and get that radar. I’ll stall Majin Boo and Bobbidi.”

“Are you sure about that?” Trunks accepted Goku wasn’t to blame for his Dad and Gohan’s death but he didn’t think Goku could handle Majin Boo alone. He doesn’t look tough enough. “Won’t he flatten you?”

“I’ll manage. Now hurry before they get there.”

“All right,” Trunks ran out of the room. He leapt off Kami’s Temple and flew towards West City as fast as he could. “I don’t think Goten’s Dad can handle Majin Boo. He killed my Dad and he’s stronger. What can Goten’s Dad do?”

“Don’t go alone,” ChiChi pleaded with Goku. “Take Piccolo with you.”

“You’re doubting I can stall Majin Boo?” That wasn’t the ChiChi he knew. “Have I lost my touch with you?” He winked at her. “You used to think I could do anything.”

She slapped his arm. This wasn’t the time to flirt. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Piccolo walked out of the room disgusted. He knew what was going to happen. “Seven years and it’s still disgusting to see.”

Bulma stepped out of the room to give Goku and ChiChi a moment alone but Goten stayed curious. Were they going to hug? His young eyes grew when he saw his parents press their lips together. Goten knew Mommies and Daddy's kiss but it was strange to see his parents do that. It was strange to see a man close to his Momma. No man did that except one.  

Mr. Kenji touched Momma’s cheeks with his lips but he never touched her lips like Daddy is doing. When his Daddy pulled away, Goten noticed his mother’s face was red. Did Daddy make Momma sick kissing her? Why is Daddy smiling like that? Goten continued to stare at his Daddy as he put two fingers to his forehead and disappeared. Daddy’s magical.

“Momma? Can Daddy stall Majin Boo?”

ChiChi had a hand over her heart. It was pounding so fast. Goku’s swagger. His confidence. His kiss. It was everything. “Goten… your Daddy can do anything.”

ChiChi believed that with all her heart. She knew Goku spent his time away training. She knew he was stronger but even she was stunned at the transformation that took over Goku.

Super Saiyan Three.

The entire planet shook. ChiChi knew Goku held a lot of power but seeing it cause the entire planet to shake was mind-blowing. It was one long terrifying earthquake creating avalanches and tidal waves. Some poorly structured homes were destroyed. Bridges wobbled while some collapsed and only settled after Goku’s transformation. His blonde hair sprouted to his hips. He glowed as electricity crackled around him. The energy pulsing from Goku was enormous. Everyone around ChiChi was awed by Goku’s power. The wife of Son Goku, however, had one question.

Goku, what happened to your eyebrows?!

He was still attractive. ChiChi felt nothing could squelch that feeling but the lack of eyebrows was unnerving. He’s still handsome but not as handsome as he always is.

THIS IS SUPER SAIYAN LEVEL THREE. SORRY IT TOOK A WHILE. I’M NOT USED TO IT YET.

Oh…..

Goku’s voice rocked her core. That familiar tingle nearly caused her knees to buckle. I guess his voice makes up for his missing eyebrows. Ooo! It was mesmerizing watching Goku fight. She mentally cheered for every punch Goku smashed against Majin Boo’s face. That’s for Gohan! ChiChi was proud of how Goku handled himself against Majin Boo. He’s so much stronger. This new transformation will take a while to get used to but I bet Goku was so happy when he reached it.  

Yes! ChiChi whooped and hollered at Goku grabbing Majin Boo by his antennae and punching his face like a boxer pounding his punching bag. Get em, Goku! Make him pay for taking our son!

He’s so handsome. ChiChi admired Goku’s chiseled face. Clothes hid his body but thinking of what the training in the afterlife did to Goku’s body made ChiChi want to touch him with her hands and mouth.

I wish we had time for one more. If only I could feel him against me. What a send-off I would give Goku. Piccolo suddenly turned to her. His scrutinizing eyes caused her to blush. Is he reading my mind? She saw his purple cheeks. He is! Stop reading my mind!!

Sorry! Piccolo hastily grunted and turned away from ChiChi.

The people of Earth weren’t alone in watching the battle between Goku and Majin Boo. In the observation room for Earth, King Yemma’s staff were glued to the monitors. One who wasn’t a servant but a special guest viewed the battle with malice.

Vegeta.

Minutes earlier, the Saiyan Prince was cautious for Goku. Having battled Majin Boo and lost, Vegeta knew Goku had a tough fight ahead of him.

“Be on your guard, Kakarrot. Majin Boo is extremely powerful.”

“I hope he doesn’t die again like you,” a well-dressed ogre observed. “If Son Goku is killed on Earth, he can’t return to this plane. He’ll cease to exist.”

“Kakarrot has twenty-fours on Earth. He won’t fight Majin Boo for that long.”

“Son Goku returned to Earth with energy to sustain him for twenty-four hours. If he doesn’t return to replenish when his time is up, he’ll cease to exist.” The ogre added, “He lost six hours fighting you.”

The ogre didn’t know it but he helped Vegeta understand Goku’s cryptic words during their fight.

“Do you know what I gave up to give you this fight?!”

You sacrificed your time to fight me, Kakarrot. You knew what you were doing was costing you.

Free from the negative energy of Bobbidi, Vegeta felt guilt. This day wasn’t for him to settle the score of their one-sided rivalry. It was for ChiChi to reunite with her husband. It was for Gohan to see his Dad again. It was for Goten to meet his father. Today is all they had and I sold my soul to take that from them. I didn’t win the fight. It was all for nothing. 

“I wanted to teach you about Super Saiyans so it’s easier to understand.”

Vegeta brushed aside his thoughts and focused on Goku speaking to Majin Boo. “Is he giving Majin Boo lessons on being a Super Saiyan? Kakarrot, what the hell are you doing?”

Goku turned into a Super Saiyan. Then he upgraded to Super Saiyan Two. “I wonder how long it took him to break that wall.”

“And then….” Goku smirked. “THIS….IS THE NEXT LEVEL UP!”

Gasps and murmurs spread through the room as an explosive amount of energy expelled from Goku. They weren’t shaking like Earth but Vegeta could feel Goku’s power reach King Yemma’s palace. This was beyond anything he felt before. How can Kakarrot have this power? How can I feel it here? “Kakarrot……” his power kept growing. What was he doing? What was he turning into? “What….. the… fuck!!”

Vegeta was enraged at the power pouring from Goku’s new transformation but also at the shocking revelation Goku had this power and kept it from him. Did he….?

THIS IS SUPER SAIYAN LEVEL THREE. SORRY IT TOOK A WHILE. I’M NOT USED TO IT YET.

That son of a dick!!!

“He made a fool out of me!!!” Their battle flashed in his mind. Goku’s grunts and pains thrilled him. It felt so good. They were finally at the same level again. “I thought Kakarrot was giving me everything but that bastard was holding back his real power! That son of dick toyed with me as if I were a child!!”

Rage bubbled in Vegeta as Goku punched Majin Boo’s face like a punching bag. Even with the djinn’s power, he couldn’t attack Majin Boo like that. “He mocks me handling Majin Boo better than me.” Majin Boo retaliated with a huge blast of his power. It was a direct hit on Goku. A hit like that left Vegeta’s face scarred and bloodied. Goku’s face wasn’t blemished. “He’s not scared.” Vegeta thought of when Majin Boo used a piece of flabby flesh from his stomach and wrapped Vegeta in it to be his punching bag. “He’s not humiliated like me.”

Vegeta’s clenched fists shook. “Why? Why is it always me?!” Recoome manhandled him and Goku defeated him with one blow. Freeza beat the hell out of him before killing him. Goku’s fight with Freeza pushed him to be a Super Saiyan. “That damn virus spared Kakarrot from facing the Artificial Humans while I was humiliated again!” Even his first match with Perfect Cell destroyed him. “Kakarrot lost that fight but he died with dignity.” It wasn’t fair. “Everything Kakarrot does is better than me. Everything comes easier while I bust my ass and I still fail!”

“Oh, get over yourself!!”

While the staff stepped away from Vegeta during his angry tirade, Baba remained and listened to his ranting. “It wasn’t easy for Goku. He worked hard to get all he achieved while you had everything served to you because you are a prince!”

Vegeta glared at the old woman. Who was she to talk to him this way? “What do you know?!”

“This ball I’m floating on isn’t an accessory. I’ve viewed both of your lives. You’ve had hardships but so has Goku.” Baba’s globe illuminated to reveal Goku as a child standing over Gohan Sr.’s crushed body. As Baba spoke, images of Goku’s childhood were revealed to Vegeta. He saw Goku burying Gohan Sr., his solitary training, his fights against the Red Ribbon Army; his matches at the Tenkaichi Budokai; his anger at Krillin’s sudden death; his battle against King Piccolo; his marriage to ChiChi and care for baby Gohan.

“Goku’s fought for everything in his life. Goku didn’t whine when defeated. It motivated him to get stronger. It motivated him to learn all forms of fighting practices to better himself.” A happy image of Goku with his wife and baby melted to Vegeta and his past fighting battles as a child, losing matches to a teenage Zarbon and his mentorship under Nappa. “You lose. You sulk. You get angry. You’re told you’re a prince and thus you’re entitled to be better and stronger because of your royal blood. How many times did Nappa say you are entitled to things because you are a Saiyan Prince? How many times did Nappa say you are the strongest Saiyan because of your royal blood? Did he ever say you are the best fighter and strongest because of your skills?”

The image in Baba’s crystal ball revealed Goku and Vegeta’s first match. That battle triggered Vegeta to this day. That was the first time Vegeta questioned his teachings. Nappa told him he was the strongest Saiyan and the best fighter because of his royal Saiyan blood.

For years, he wrestled with the reality that what he was taught was wrong. Vegeta thought he needed to train to be proven right. He thought he finally got the upper hand after his time in the Room of Spirit and Time only to have his ego blown at Goku and Gohan managing Super Saiyan as if it was their base form. His bruised ego took a beating at Gohan defeating Cell. Goku battling Majin Boo as Super Saiyan Three was another slap.

“It’s not easy to undo what one has been taught.”

“It may come to many universes needing you to do that,” Baba gravely reminded him. “Is your ego more important than that?”

Baba floated off then. Goku was using a lot of energy in his Super Saiyan Three form. She will have to return him to the afterlife very soon. On Earth, the battle continued between Goku and Majin Boo until Goku suddenly ended the fight and returned to his base form. He told Majin Boo to stop killing and that in two days he will have the fight he wants. He parted disappearing in front of Majin Boo and reappearing on Kami’s Temple.

“Daddy!” Goten embraced him. “Daddy, you’re so strong!”

Goku patted Goten’s head chuckling. “I impress ya, huh?”

“Goku!” Goku nearly fell over when ChiChi plowed him with a hug. “You were wonderful but, Honey,” she touched his face. “You’re sweating badly.” She opened her scarf around her neck and wiped his face. More sweat popped on his skin. “It’s not stopping and your skin is so warm. Come inside. I’ll get you some water and fix you something to eat.”

“I’m okay.” Goku gently broke off her excessive sweat cleaning. “Don’t worry about it.”

“You must be in bad condition if you are refusing my offer to fix you something.”

If only ChiChi knew how right she was. He was exhausted. King Kai was right to warn him against turning into Super Saiyan Three. He could feel his energy fading. He needed to return to the afterlife to replenish himself. I probably have an hour left.

“Maybe,” he smiled to alleviate her concerns, “some of your yummy cooking can get my energy back.”

“I can do that. I’ll go into the kitchen and fix you something right now.”

Piccolo knew that wasn’t going to help Goku but he assisted in his deception. “Mr. Popo will take you to the kitchen.”

While ChiChi hurried to her task, Piccolo worried about Goku’s state. It was abnormal. Something was bothering Goku but he decided to not pry. Instead, they viewed Earth below and witnessed Bobbidi’s sudden death by Majin Boo.

“That monster’s gonna kill everyone on the planet.”

“Maybe,” Goku breathed very hard. “He’ll hold off. I told him someone stronger will be ready in a couple of days. Everyone here will be safe until then.”

“Goten and Trunks need to perfect it by then. The good news is they have plenty of hours to learn from you before I take over.”

“I have less than an hour left, Piccolo.” Goku explained how Super Saiyan Three ate up his time. Baba arrived to tell Goku he had half an hour left.

As they waited for Trunks, Piccolo had to know. “Could you have beaten Majin Boo as Super Saiyan Three?”

“Majin Boo’s very strong. He processes fighting faster than me. I could’ve tried but it’s not my place.” Piccolo questioned what that meant so he explained. “I’m dead. I’m not suppose to be here, Piccolo. My fight with Vegeta quickened Majin Boo’s release. It still would have happened but it’s up to the living to fight. Dead warriors can’t keep saving the world.”

Piccolo thought the explanation was too eloquent for Goku. “That sounds like King Kai. Not you, Goku.”

“Some of it is, but I agree. Master Roshi was a world savior. Then I became the hero. Gohan and the next generation of fighters are suppose to take over. I’ll help Goten and Trunks but this is their fight.”

“I never thought we’d be in a situation where again the fate of the world is on children.” Piccolo thought of Gohan and the Cell Game. It worked out then. Piccolo wasn’t sure of this time. “A pity about Gohan but when you go back, check to see if King Yemma is holding him or maybe the Supreme Kai.”

“Why do you say that?”

Piccolo didn’t want to get Goku’s hopes up but he needed to know what he learned. “Vegeta said Gohan’s dead. He might not be.”

“Vegeta wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.”

“I asked Yamcha about the wish. I thought the wish brought back everyone Vegeta killed but Yamcha wished everyone who died today back to life.”

Goku caught on. “Gohan never died before. He should’ve came back with everyone else.”

“Yamcha thought that, too, but thought you interrupted Shenron before he finished reviving everyone.”

“Is that possible?”  

“No. Roughly 150,000 people die a day. Shenron can revive that many people in a minute.”

“And it did take me a while to track Bulma’s ki. I had to use ChiChi’s Ki to find her.”

“Gohan could have been wounded so badly Vegeta couldn’t detect his Ki.”

Goku rubbed his chin as he considered that. “That’s possible. When I woke up, I couldn’t pick up Gohan or Vegeta’s Ki but I found yours and Krillin’s. I thought you could tell me what was going on.”

“And if I hadn’t told you Gohan’s dead, you would’ve tried searching for Gohan’s Ki.” They both would’ve.

If they had time, Goku would search for Gohan’s body but he was too weak and had less than half an hour on Earth. “Wouldn’t this mean Gohan’s here and is badly wounded?”

“I thought about that but Kibito was killed. You told me Gohan left with the Supreme Kai. They were together when everything went down with Majin Boo. If Shenron revived Kibito, the first person he will check on is the Supreme Kai.”

Goku snapped his fingers. “Kibito healed Gohan at the tournament. If the Supreme Kai is with Gohan, then maybe Kibito found Gohan and healed him but….” They were missing something. “That wouldn’t explain why we can’t feel Gohan now.”

“My knowledge is limited but there is a planet for the Supreme Kai. Gohan might be there.” But there was a problem with that theory. “I don’t understand why they would take Gohan there and not return here.”

Goku didn’t know either but he was going to find out when he returned to the afterlife. “Thanks, Kamicollo!” This was the best news! Gohan might be alive! “Sometimes I forget you’re in there.”

Piccolo glowered at Goku. He hated that name! “Don’t call me that!”

“Sorry.” Goku was too giddy to be truly sorry. Gohan could be alive!!! He wanted to tell ChiChi and Goten but they didn’t have proof. “Let’s keep this between us. I don’t wanna get ChiChi and Goten’s hopes up.”

Trunks returned and Goku resumed training. ChiChi busied herself in the kitchen. In thirty minutes, she had a stew cooking on a stove, steak marinating and ten sandwiches on a plate. She was in the process of making another plate of sandwiches when her father rushed into the kitchen.

“ChiChi, Goku is leaving! You must say goodbye.”

ChiChi dropped her loaf of bread. “Goku can’t be leaving now,” she said but remembered Goku told her he lost time fighting Vegeta. She smacked her father against the doorframe as she rushed out to Goku.

“Goku!” ChiChi threw herself into Goku’s arms. She cried against his comforting chest and soaked in the warmth she’ll never feel again. Take me with you. ChiChi briefly thought. I wanna be where you are. It was a selfish thing to say but she didn’t want Goku to go.

“We talked about this, ChiChi. I must go,” Goku was tender as he gently pushed her off him. He held her hand and gently brushed his thumb against her skin. “ChiChi, don’t be sad. You still have Goten.”

For how long ChiChi wondered. “What if Majin Boo takes him, too?”

“Don’t worry. If the boys learn Fusion, they can’t lose.” He put his other hand over hers and gently squeezed signaling they have to let go. “I’ll say hello to Gohan for you when I see him.”

“Okay.” ChiChi released Goku’s hand. She pressed her hand to her chest and willed herself to remember his touch. She heard Videl say she thinks Gohan is still alive. ChiChi wanted that to be true but knew Goku wouldn’t tell her Gohan is dead if he was not.

Baba urged Goku it’s time to leave but Goten’s soft voice held him back. “Um… umm.”

“What is it, Goten?”

Perhaps it was being a mother or someone who loves Goku so much but ChiChi knew what her little boy wanted. “You want Daddy to give you a hug.” Her little one’s pink face confirmed she was right.

“Why didn’t you say so?” Goku picked up Goten and gave him a final hug. “Goten,” Goku whispered, “take care of Mom for me.” Goku placed Goten next to ChiChi, tenderly rubbed his head and with a final goodbye, jumped in the air with Baba.

“Bye, everybody!” Goku cheerily waved. “See ya again when you die!”

ChiChi smiled despite her tears. Goku’s tone-deaf bluntness strikes again. Typical, Goku.

Goten wasn’t smiling. He was sad. He only had a Daddy for a few hours and now it was over. He liked him a lot. He was stronger than Big Brother and Mr. Vegeta and cooler than Mr. Kenji. “Momma,” Goten’s teary face spoke to his Momma. She knelt, held her arms open and welcomed him in. “I know,” his Momma’s soothing voice comforted him. “I miss Daddy already, too.”

ChiChi stood in the doorway watching Goten and Trunks sleep. They worked with Piccolo until after eleven. The boys were barely standing before Piccolo called it a night and let them rest. The fighter in ChiChi held back the mother in her from scolding Piccolo for working the boys so hard.

At least he didn’t hit them but will they be ready in time?

ChiChi was wary. The boys have the power but not the experience. ChiChi remembered how determined Gohan was to train for the Artificial Humans. He had experiences with the Saiyan invasion and Namek to toughen him for battle. Goten and Trunks never had that kind of reality to deal with. They were experiencing loss losing Gohan and Vegeta but ChiChi wasn’t sure if that was enough to motivate the boys.

ChiChi continued down the hall. This palace was eerily quiet. Her home in the mountains wasn’t this quiet. My home. Is it still standing?

From yesterday’s broadcast, ChiChi knew Majin Boo was destroying cities, towns and communities. Nothing was going to be spared.

Is Papa’s village still standing? ChiChi thought of Aki and his family and Kaifun. They went home before Goku returned. Aki probably has his family in the bunker but that won’t protect them from Majin Boo. Are they still alive? Is anyone on Earth still alive?

There wasn’t a TV here so she couldn’t be updated on what was going on.

Are we the only ones left?

As ChiChi stepped onto the tiled courtyard, she saw Bulma standing on the edge. I doubt she slept. Though Bulma experienced and survived dangerous situations, this was different. She wasn’t directly affected with the previous events as she is now. Her relationship with Yamcha at the time of his death was different from her relationship with Vegeta at his death. This was the first time she lost a lover and had a child involved in the danger.

“Bulma?” Bulma wiped her face. “I can come back.”

“Don’t.” Bulma stopped ChiChi from leaving. “You can stay. I need you to stay.”

“Did you sleep?”

Bulma snorted a soft laugh. “Does two hours count?”

“I couldn’t sleep the night Goku and Gohan didn’t return home, and when I knew what happened, I don’t think I slept an hour that night.” She hated that dark time. Next to Goku’s death at the Cell Game, it was the worst moment of her life. “I think it was a week before I could sleep the whole night.”

“How many hours did you sleep last night, ChiChi?”

“Probably six.”

Bulma wished she got half of that. She walked along the curved border of Kami’s Temple. Her human eyes did not grant her the sight of the destruction bestowing the planet but she knew many were gone. “Is this how it felt for you? Did you feel empty? Angry?”

“Helpless I couldn’t stop it. Frustrated I didn’t know anything. It’s the not knowing that drives you crazy.” ChiChi walked in step with Bulma. “But you have us to help you through this.”

ChiChi said it to comfort her but it made Bulma feel guilty. “But you didn’t have anyone.”

“I had my father.”

“I’m sure he was some comfort but it wasn’t us. It wasn’t me. I…..” Bulma tried to find her words. “I didn’t realize I was selfish. I was…..” Bulma prided herself on being right. She didn’t want to admit to being wrong but in this case…. “I’m sorry, ChiChi.”

ChiChi never expected an apology from Bulma. She made her peace with things done to her years ago. She knew the source of the apology and wished this was not the way for Bulma to admit her faults. “You don’t have to, Bulma.”

“I should. I was part of why you were the way you were then. I was used to Goku always fighting. He wasn’t my husband. He wasn’t the father of my child. He… he wasn’t my lover. When Goku died, I was sad but ….  losing Vegeta …. contending with Trunks….” Her emotions were everywhere. She couldn’t handle it. How did ChiChi...? Is this what she felt? “I don’t want him to, ChiChi! I don’t want to lose Trunks like I lost Vegeta! He’s eight years old! He shouldn’t be fighting a monster like Majin Boo! He should be play fighting with his Dad! He should be goofing off with Goten! He should…..”

“Be living the life of a child.” ChiChi finished. “I know.”

“I didn’t.” The guilt was pouring out of Bulma. She thought of Gohan fighting Saiyans; Gohan going to Namek and flying off with Krillin to fight Freeza and his gang. It was acceptable. Gohan was Goku’s son. He should be fighting monsters and aliens like his father. He should be going into space.

Now Bulma knew she was wrong to think that.

“No wonder you were so pissed with us.” Bulma thought ChiChi overreacted. She thought ChiChi was overemotional with Gohan going to Namek and cold to Goku. How did Goku put up with her for five years? How could ChiChi leap over her husband? What a bitch. Bulma was ashamed of how she thought of ChiChi. She felt disgusted with herself. “You’re probably not shocked but I didn’t think fondly of you then.”

“Who did?” ChiChi was amused Bulma didn’t think she noticed. “All of you hated me.”

“We did.” Bulma remembered Master Roshi and Krillin complaining about ChiChi. She remembered her complaints. “We were so awful to you.” I kept what was happening on Namek from her. I never visited her when Goku was dead and Gohan was kidnapped. “I was such a bitch to you. You should’ve slapped me.”

ChiChi wanted to slap them all. Multiple times. It took years for that pain to mend and for her to finally have a laugh at it. “If I did that, you wouldn’t be standing here now.”

A genuine laugh broke from Bulma then. How true that was. “It’s amazing how far we’ve come. We went from having nothing in common to both taking Saiyans as lovers and now this. Widows. I guess we should change our club from the Saiyan Women Club to the Saiyan Widow Club.”

“The monograms stay the same,” ChiChi joked.

“Yeah.” Bulma looked up at the morning sky thinking of Vegeta. She leaned her head against ChiChi’s shoulder as she, too, looked up thinking of Goku.

“I couldn’t have made it without my Dad. Your parents will help you, Bulma.”

“Maybe when this is over but not now. West City is gone, ChiChi.” She revealed the shocking news as if talking about the weather. “I talked to Dad last night. I told him I will call today. He’s not answering.”

“How can you…..?” They were out of range of any cell phone tower.

“Satellite phone. I knew I needed one after I came here years ago.” Bulma pulled out her phone. “The robots would have answered. I haven’t gotten anyone in an hour. We don’t have Goku, Gohan or Vegeta. I hope our boys can do it, ChiChi. Because we don’t have anyone else.”

The last twenty-four hours were a chaotic blur for Mark. He was declared the world champion again but he couldn’t celebrate his victory with the attack in the stadium by Contestant Vegeta dominating the news. He was wanted by the police until news spread that people killed at the stadium were alive again. The news was still sketchy since everyone hadn’t been accounted for.

On top of that, a monster calling himself Majin Boo was randomly blowing up cities. West City was a target since someone reported Trunks Briefs live there. He was one of the three people wanted by Majin Boo, but hours passed and West City still flourish until an hour after dawn, news came West City was destroyed.

Satan City was still around and many people were flocking there to be safe since it was the home of the man who killed Cell.

Mark never returned home after the tournament. He was transported to a deep underground facility where the King of Earth and many high-ranking officials retreated to when Majin Boo’s destruction began. He stalled going after Majin Boo saying he needed to recover from the tournament. This delay bought him time to come up with a scheme he hoped would pay off.

“Why the hell do I have to go?” Mark placed his camera in his bag. He’ll need that to show proof he killed Majin Boo. “Those people who killed Cell should be the ones to go. Why can’t they kill Majin Boo and let me take credit for it? Eighty percent of the world is dead. What are they waiting for?”

Mark grabbed his box of chocolates and placed it carefully over the TNT he packed.  He laced the sweet chocolate with the deadliest poisons on Earth. “Maybe they can’t kill Majin Boo because they are dead, too.”

And that scared the hell out of Mark. If that was true, then he was Earth’s only hope. “Why do I have the bad luck?”

As he zipped his bag, Mark thought of his daughter. Videl was so angry with him. Baby Girl. He never thought she would find out the truth.

“I know you didn’t defeat Cell.”

“We’re rich because you lied and took credit for something you didn’t do!”

“I wanted to be as strong as you. I thought I was invincible because I thought you defeated Cell.”

“I almost died today because I didn’t give up against Spopovich because I’m your daughter!!”

“I don’t wanna look at you anymore, Dad.”

Mark called Videl several times but she never answered her phone. Mark didn’t know if Videl had it turned off or if she was dead.

Videl, I hope you are still alive.

Someone entered the room. Mark expected it to be a soldier coming to escort him to the helicopter that will fly him to Majin Boo’s home. He was surprised to see the King of Earth. They had a bad parting several years ago when King Furry discovered he didn’t defeat Cell. He hadn’t spoken to him since or participated in any events celebrating Mark.

“I know you don’t like me but thanks for letting me stay here.”

“I didn’t want you here but my Generals insisted. They thought the world savior should be here to recoup after the Tenkaichi Budokai.”

Over the years, Mark tried to make amends but King Furry refused all of his gestures. “I understand why you’re mad at me, King, but I’m not a bad person, and if you think I deserve karma for what I did, I got it yesterday. My daughter knows and hates me. I don’t know where she is or if she’s still alive.”

Mark thought that would garner sympathy but King Furry kept silent.

“I did it for Videl. I wanted her to have a better life. Does it mean anything it probably cost me her?” King Furry’s continued silence angered Mark. He was finally admitting his wrongs and all he got was silence. Couldn’t he get a little empathy? “Eighty percent of the world is gone. I’m probably gonna die on this suicide mission. The entire human race may be gone today. Are you gonna die holding this grudge against me?!”

“In a day, generations have been wiped out. Family lines have been purged. You’re not the only one suffering, Mark, but unlike other families, you have been remarkably lucky. Share your luck with the rest of the world.”

Mark sighed. He didn’t need a lecture in riddles before he died. “Could you spell it out?”

“Use your good luck and save the world but also do right and end this charade. Do right by Son Goku and his family.”

Son Goku again. King Chappa, his daughter and King Furry praised him. Why was Son Goku special? There was nothing special about Son Goku in his eyes. Nothing was told of him since the 23rd Tenkaichi Budokai. No endorsements. No cameos in movies or TV shows. No talk show appearances. Sounds like a punk who got lucky and quit martial arts before he was found out to be a fraud. “Why do you care so much about Son Goku and his family? He was the previous world champion but he didn’t do anything since. He didn’t keep the Tenkaichi Budokai alive. I did that. He didn’t capitalize on his fame. I did. If he’s a pauper, that’s his fault and I owe him nothing!”

A soldier entered the room. “Mr. Satan, we’re ready to board.”

Checking his appearance in the mirror, Mark disappeared and Mr. Satan came alive. His belt shined, his cape was clean and wrinkle free and his hair was perfect. He was good to go. “Majin Boo, you’re going down! You’ll beg for mercy when I’m done with you!”

Mr. Satan strutted down the hall with his chest puffed out and head held high. Soldiers saluted him while the staff in the facility applauded. When he stepped outside, he tossed his hands up and received thunderous applause and cheers. So many believed in him. So many held hope he will save the world again.

But as his helicopter flew to Majin Boo’s home, Mr. Satan chatted victory with the General and had one thought.

I’m so fucked.

The more Goten and Trunks trained, the more worried Piccolo became of them and victory against Majin Boo. Training for Goten and Trunks continued after breakfast until the first fusion commenced. It was a disaster where Goten and Trunks morphed into a chubby blob. The second fusion morphed the boys into a frail old man. The third fusion worked and the fused boys called themselves Gotenks.

Gotenks was powerful as Goku predicted but his ego was out of control. Gotenks flew off cockily predicting victory. He returned five later minutes with a bloodied, bruised body. Once the boys unfused, they were promptly disciplined by their mothers. The boys were humbled and spent the rest of the day training.

They were in sync again but their ego grew even more. Krillin said it best. “Better body but same stupid attitude.”

Gotenks wasted his time flying around the Earth, cockily thinking he only needed a minute to fight Majin Boo but when he finally used that minute, the boys unfused and ran away. Now they were having lunch and will have a nap; something forced on by both mothers.

Piccolo thought he could handle ChiChi but contending with ChiChi and Bulma was too much. He gave in and while the boys ate and rest, Piccolo checked up on Majin Boo. He guessed that 80% of the world’s population was gone. Tien was still around but all the major cities including Earth’s capital and West City were gone. So was Gyu-Mao’s village.

The biggest surprise was Majin Boo and how Mr. Satan hadn’t gotten himself killed. Mr. Satan praised the monster, gave massages, cooked and read bedtime stories to him. Without fighting and being kind, Mr. Satan convinced Majin Boo to stop killing. The nightmare would’ve been over if not for two foolish humans who attacked them. Mr. Satan was heroic in fighting off the criminals but they retaliated by shooting Mr. Satan. Majin Boo revived him but this act of violence caused a dark evil to purge from Majin Boo.

“This isn’t good,” Piccolo observed the fat Majin Boo and the tall Evil Boo battle each other. Fat Boo lost when the Evil Boo turned Fat Boo into a cookie and ate him. 

“What’s gonna happen now?” Dende saw everything unfold with Piccolo. “Where is he going? There’s not many people left to kill.”

“Shit!” Piccolo cursed when he noticed Evil Boo flying towards Korin’s Tower. “He’s found us! He’s coming here!”

There was no place to run or hide when Evil Boo arrived on Kami’s Temple. Evil Boo wanted Goten and Trunks. Piccolo stalled using Videl as leverage and sacrificing the remaining people on Earth. His deal gave everyone on Kami’s Temple an hour before Evil Boo vow to kill again.

ChiChi approached Piccolo while Krillin left to wake up Goten and Trunks and take them to the Room of Spirit of Time. ChiChi knew minutes in that room will give the boys days but she wondered if that was enough. ChiChi hated the beast who killed her son. She wanted to slap that beast and demand her son’s return. It was illogical. She knew that but she wanted to inflict some pain on the monster.

“Piccolo, can Trunks and Goten defeat him?”

“You saw them, ChiChi. They’re invincible fused.”

“Invincible but incompetent.” ChiChi wasn’t as skilled as Piccolo but she knew martial arts. She knew Goten’s style and witnessed the Fusion failures. “They have the power but they don’t know how to use it. Trunks is too arrogant and Goten is too playful. It’s a bad combination. I warned Goku this when he told me his plan.”

“He didn’t have a choice.” Piccolo knew Goku’s idealistic plan had more flaws than merit but without Gohan and Vegeta, they were the only option. “There’s no one else, ChiChi. The best we can do is stall for time. Evil Boo will give us an hour. It’ll be over then.”

Whatever that end was, ChiChi didn’t have hope it was a victory. “They had two days, Piccolo. We both know they need more than Fusion.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, “but we don’t have anything else.”

“There’s one thing…..” ChiChi knew what could do it. “One thing that could give them motivation to win. At least I hope so.”

Piccolo looked away from Evil Boo to ChiChi. Why was she suddenly scared? “What are you thinking?”

“Krillin’s death pushed Goku to be a Super Saiyan. Goku’s death help Gohan beat Cell. Maybe my…..”

“No.” Piccolo knew what ChiChi wanted to do. “Don’t do it.”

“Those boys need to be pushed and Fusion isn’t enough. If I have to choose being turned into chocolate and eaten by that monster, standing around gawking while he shoots me dead or die fighting, I choose the latter. I won’t stand around and wait to be killed.”

If given a choice, Piccolo would go down fighting, too. “I understand, but the boys know about Vegeta and Gohan.”

“That hasn’t done what Goku hoped it would. Maybe seeing my death can help, and if it works, you can bring me back with the dragon balls.”

And if it doesn’t work and I meet Son in the afterlife, he’ll kick my ass.

“Okay then.” ChiChi made her decision and wasn’t changing her mind. “I’ll go now.”

Piccolo tried one more time to reason with ChiChi. “ChiChi, you don’t stand a chance. He’ll kill you in a second.”

“I can give more than a second.” ChiChi knew she would die but she wasn’t going down that quickly. “It may give the boys a chance and save everyone else.”

“ChiChi….” Piccolo tried again but ChiChi leapt from the balcony and marched to Evil Boo. Goten and Trunks were awake and coming to him. They stopped when they saw ChiChi walking to Evil Boo. Don’t let your mother’s sacrifice be in vain. Let it motivate you. Piccolo winced at ChiChi’s slap against Evil Boo. He had been on the receiving in of ChiChi’s infamous slaps. It stung him but it had no impact on Evil Boo. I can’t believe she attacked him with a slap.

ChiChi was right she could last more than a second against Evil Boo, but it wasn’t much longer after that. Evil Boo turned ChiChi into an egg and crushed her.

At least she wasn’t eaten. She probably didn’t feel it.

Goten reacted as ChiChi expected.

Maybe her sacrifice will be worth it.

Goten got the motivation he needed but Piccolo worried about Trunks. She wasn’t his mother.

Will he keep his arrogance in check to focus in the Room of Spirit and Time?

“Um, excuse me. Piccolo, is it?” Videl wanted to speak to him. “Boo knows my father. Do you know why?”

“Your father became Majin’s Boo’s friend.”

Videl didn’t conceal her disgust. “My father became friends with that monster? He killed everyone on Earth.”

“And that was the smartest thing to do. Your father had his ulterior motives but making friends with Boo, the innocent side before the evil side took over, was the best strategy. He got Boo to give up killing.”

“My Dad?”

“We wouldn’t be in this situation we are in now if not for some stupid humans but your Dad tried. For once in his life, he deserve the title, ‘World Champion.’”

After learning the truth, Videl didn’t think her father had a heroic bone in his body. “I know it was Gohan and his Dad who saved us. I was so angry at my Dad for what he did. I can’t believe he did something good.”

“I didn’t think he was anything more than a blowhard but spending time with others can change perceptions.” 

Videl agreed. I thought Gohan’s mother was rude and irritable but…. Videl thought of how ChiChi fixed her hair after she wrecked it. She was kind to me even after discovering who my Dad is. She raised two kids alone while my Dad took the money she should have had. “You sound as if you’re speaking from experience.”

Piccolo smiled at the teen. “I couldn’t stand Gohan’s mother. She hated me and I wanted to kill Gohan’s father. I consider them family now.”

“I see.” Videl rubbed her cell phone in her pocket. She hadn’t spoken to her father since she lashed out at him. Before she was transported to Kami’s Temple, Videl received a call from her father but ignored it. She tried calling Erasa and Sharpner but there was a dead signal every time. She didn’t have a satellite phone and seeing what was done earlier, knew her friends were dead. She never called her father. She was too angry but seeing ChiChi die and learning what her father accomplished against Majin Boo, she wanted to talk to him.

“NO MORE WAITING!!!” Evil Boo cried out as he destroyed the hourglass.

Videl trembled. She saw what this monster did to Earth. She saw what he did to ChiChi. I don’t wanna die. I wanna talk to my Dad.

Time was running out. Piccolo led Evil Boo away and Videl saw this as her chance to talk to her father. The signal on her phone was dead and the battery was low but maybe, just maybe her father will get her message. “Dad… it’s Videl. I don’t know if you will hear this but I might die and I have to say this to you before I go…..”

“He rubbed me to see if I were a male.”

ChiChi threw her head back laughing with her companions. “That sounds like Goku.”

Death came so fast for ChiChi that she couldn’t comprehend it. After she slapped him, Evil Boo said, ‘You’re an egg.’ ChiChi thought Evil Boo would fight her but he aimed his antennae at her. ChiChi felt something tingling her body and poof! Nothing.

After that, she stood before a large man behind a giant desk talking to Baba.  

I’m dead. She looked at her hands amazed she still had them. I still have my body.

Goku told her people are turned into spirits while very few keep their bodies. She suspected based on Baba and King Yemma’s conversation, Evil Boo was the reason she kept her body. There were so many deaths coming in from Earth, that it created a massive overload and overwork of all the ogres. They couldn’t keep up with all the deaths and since these deaths might be temporary, King Yemma allowed the last casualties from Earth to keep their bodies.

ChiChi used this stroke of good luck to ask about Goku and Gohan. She wanted to be with her family. She received the shocking news Gohan is still alive. He wasn’t on Earth but in another realm and Goku went to look for him. ChiChi wasn’t allowed to follow so she settled for the next best thing.

A trip to the Grand Kai’s planet. She will see where Goku lived his seven years and meet people he became friends with. ChiChi wasn’t alone. There were several fighters from across the universe on the plane. ChiChi sat with a group from Earth. There were two Earthlings who knew Goku.

Nam and King Chappa.

Right now, ChiChi laughed at Nam’s story of his adventure with Goku after the 22nd Tenkaichi Budokai. “I always knew Goku would grow into a fine man, and speaking to you, I know he had a happy life with you.”

“Thank you, Nam. We were very happy. It ended too soon but I’m very happy with our sons.”

“The world needs to know the truth.” King Chappa shared his encounter with Mr. Satan upon learning who ChiChi was. “I wanted to expose Mr. Satan but he cheated my students out of competing.”

“It is a shame Mr. Satan prefers to perform fraudulent acts but in death, he will receive his karma.” Nam doubted Mr. Satan’s heroics but he wasn’t as bothered as King Chappa. “We have been granted to visit a world with the universe's best fighters. This is an achievement Mr. Satan will never receive.”

The plane landed on a runway near the Grand Kai’s palace. Everyone departed and was met with a group of fighters. ChiChi noticed the fighters waiting paired up with the ones who departed the plane. King Chappa and Nam were picked up leaving ChiChi alone until a tall, beautiful woman approached her.

“Hello, I’m Kimani. Welcome to the Grand Kai’s planet. A few of us volunteer to welcome the newest dead fighters and show them around. Think of me as your guide until you get acquainted here.”

“Thank you. I’m Son ChiChi,” she bowed. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“There’s no need for formalities with me. I know who you are, wife of Son Goku.”

“You know me?” ChiChi gave the woman a quick look over. You know my husband?”

Kimani smiled as she thought of ChiChi as her best friend. “All the fighters do. Goku is very popular here. He’s a big kid always wanting to fight with the strongest. Although,” Kimani made a disgusted face, “he needs to work on his manners. He’s very uncouth. It’s unattractive and not appealing at all. Oh,” Kimani caught herself as if she said something bad. “I don’t mean to offend. Of course you found Goku attractive and appealing. He didn’t do anything for me.”

“I see.” She was different from other women. ChiChi noticed when out with Goku, other women would look and some would be bold enough to make advances. Kimani didn’t appear interested. “That’s my Goku but how do you know me?”

“Goku talked so much about you and Gohan. I left behind someone when I came here, too,” she lied. “Goku and I connected on that. Goku shared so many stories, I think of you as a sister.”

“That’s very kind of you.”

“Goku was so excited to see you and Gohan but I don’t understand why you are here and he’s not.” She carefully inquired, “Do you know why?”

“That’s a long story.”

“Oh, we have time,” Kimani wrapped her arm around ChiChi’s. “You can tell me and I’ll tell you all about Goku’s life here.”

While ChiChi and Kimani got acquainted, Goku was billions of miles away on the Supreme Kai’s planet. He focused on Earth and Evil Boo’s energy until it suddenly disappeared. The Old Kai created a globe for him to see what was happening on Earth. It activated in time for Goku to helplessly see Evil Boo escape the Room of Spirit and Time, turn everyone into chocolate and eat.

King Kai was right he should let the living fight their battles but being around his family and friends again; saying goodbye to his wife and youngest son and watching his closest friends die revealed to Goku he wanted to live again.

"The dragon balls….." Goku kept saying the dragon balls will revive everyone. He didn't worry about the deaths because of the dragon balls. It was easy to say when those deaths didn't have the faces of people he knew. He couldn’t be so detached seeing friends he’d known most of his life turn into chocolate and be eaten by Evil Boo. Wait. Where's ChiChi? He didn't see her turn into chocolate but everyone was gone except for Piccolo and Gotenks. "Where is she?" "Who?" Supreme Kai asked. "ChiChi. I didn’t see her turn into chocolate." Kibito asked, "Who is ChiChi?" "My wife. I don't see her." "Boo killed her before," the Old Kai casually informed Goku as he turned a page of his manga. “She was turned into an egg and crushed.” Killed? If Goku’s heart was beating, it would have stopped. He killed my ChiChi. “When did this happen?” He killed ChiChi. He killed ChiChi!

“Goku?” the Supreme Kai noticed a craze look glaze over Goku. His Ki kept rising as the ground around them trembled.

He killed ChiChi. He killed ChiChi.

Gohan and the Old Kai noticed the ground trembling. “Dad? Who died?”

Gohan’s voice saved Goku from exploding. As angry as he was, he couldn’t tip Gohan off to the news about ChiChi. He calmed down but his curious son needed an answer. “He killed Bulma.”

“Oh.” That was sad but Gohan didn’t expect his Dad to react that way with Bulma’s death. He pimped her off to the Old Kai. “Good thing it wasn’t Mom. We might not be standing here if she was killed.”

“Busy day,” Kimani mused as another plane landed on the Grand Kai’s planet. Kimani left ChiChi with King Chappa and Nam to welcome the new arrivals. She enjoyed talking with ChiChi. She was naïve and open to share many things about Goku. Many things, Kimani thought she could use to win Goku over when he returned.

Only two passengers departed the plane this time. A tall man and a short man. At least the tall man is cute. “I’m Kimani. Where are you from?”

Krillin noticed Yamcha staring at Kimani. She was a beautiful woman. Krillin would drool, too, if he didn’t have 18 and they weren’t on a mission to find ChiChi. Baba told them she came here when they asked of her. “We’re from Earth.”

“Earth?” Kimani’s eyes lit up. “The last fighter we received from Earth would’ve greeted you but he left to return on a one-day visit. I am greeting people from the North Quadrant in his place. He is Son Goku. Did you know him?”

“We’re his friends.” Yamcha quickly found his voice with the beautiful fighter. “I’m Yamcha!”

“I’m friends with Goku, too,” Kimani bragged. “We’ve gotten very close.”

“Close?” Krillin wondered how close as he looked over Kimani’s fit and beautiful frame. “Are you sparring partners?”

Kimani’s sly smile and flirtatious eyes hinted at more. “You can say that. We spar and practiced Fusion together. We even swam and flew naked. Goku has a beautiful body.”

“Naked?” Yamcha blushed. “You two? But Goku’s married.”

“Marriage is dissolved by death. You’re not tied to bonds in the living world here.” Kimani didn’t have Goku yet and saw no wrong in flirting with his friend until then. He could give her insight into winning Goku over. “Are you married, Yamcha?”

“No,” Yamcha flushed. Kimani’s eyes on him made him nervous and excited. “Krillin is but his family is on another planet.”

“I’m only here to look for ChiChi,” Krillin wanted it clear he wasn’t here for any conjugal activities.

“We’re here for eternity. You can’t spend it bonded to one person.” Kimani trailed her finger over Yamcha’s face like a painter with his brush. “Here you’re free to do and be with who you want.” Yamcha blushed as Kimani pulled his face close to hers. Yamcha’s lips parted as if expecting a kiss but Kimani pulled away laughing and walked off. “I’m looking forward to Goku’s return so we can resume our relationship. His wife is here, too, if you want to meet her.”

“Wife?” She met ChiChi?! She’s still around after that? “I can't believe it.” Yamcha couldn’t take his eyes off Kimani’s retreating hips. “Goku has a girlfriend. Do you think ChiChi knows?” Krillin shook his head. “No. Kimani doesn’t look as if her ass has been kicked. Goku doesn’t have a reason to tell ChiChi about Kimani. He went back to Earth for a day. ChiChi didn’t have to know.”

“Yeah,” Yamcha agreed. “But I still can't believe Goku. I didn't think he'd be like that.” “Goku is dead so he's not cheating on ChiChi, and when you die, marriage bonds are broken.”

Krillin said it so casually as if it was natural but Yamcha couldn’t wrap his head to Goku thinking that way. “I never thought Goku would be interested in other women. He seemed happy with ChiChi.” “Goku discovered women with ChiChi. Here, he found someone compatible. Look at Kimani. She’s more than beautiful. She’s a fighter and if she sparred with Goku, she must be very strong. Goku can’t pass that up.”

“ChiChi is a fighter, too,” Yamcha defended her. “They were compatible when they got married.”

“Then.” When they were teenagers, Goku and ChiChi were very compatible. Krillin thought ChiChi was beautiful and he was jealous Goku landed a beauty like that without trying. “Goku’s gotten so much stronger since and there were issues between them before Goku died.”

“Issues?”

“Goku’s obsession with fighting and not being around the family. ChiChi told 18 Goku promised to work after the Cell Game. Goku chose to say dead. You put it together.”

Yamcha picked up Krillin’s hint. “You’re not saying Goku stayed dead to be free?”

“Who knows what goes on in Goku’s head but it makes sense. He said it on Kami’s Temple he wasn’t being a martyr staying dead and look where Goku has been. Seven years on a planet of fighters and he meets a woman like Kimani.”

Yamcha hoped Krillin was wrong. “I hope that’s not it. If it is, ChiChi blew it not moving on with Kenji.”

ChiChi was right about Goten and Trunks. They’re not ready.

The boys had the strength but not the discipline. Even after knowing Majin Boo killed everyone on Earth, they were playful and didn’t take the fight seriously. When he trained Goten and Trunks, Goku noticed Goten was listening but Trunks trailed off a few times. The boy was like his father. He didn’t want to listen to him. Gotenks’ latest arrogance caused the Fusion to end and left Goten and Trunks vulnerable to Evil Boo.  

Luckily, Gohan finished his training with the Old Kai and was on his way to Earth. Gohan’s power was phenomenal. Goku wanted a spar to test his son’s powers but he let his son leave to be the hero he knew his son can be again.

That’s my boy!

Gohan was incredible! His blows had an impact on Evil Boo every time. He bled. He got frustrated. Evil Boo couldn’t stop Gohan or land a strike on him. And then the worst thing happened again.

Gohan’s cockiness returned.

Instead of finishing off Evil Boo, Gohan allowed Evil Boo to create a diversion and escape. That cursed Saiyan trait came out of Gohan during the Cell Game. It happened to Goku against Freeza but that experience taught him to finish an opponent. Goku thought Gohan learned from Cell but he made the same mistake again. He got careless in his arrogance and let Evil Boo escape. He was hiding and Goku worried was planning a plot against Gohan he won’t be ready for.

There was a good thing about this reprieve. Gohan found Dende and Mr. Satan. “He must be the luckiest guy on Earth.” Goku mused. “How did he survive?”

The reunion of Earth’s only survivors ended when Evil Boo returned and requested Goten and Trunks to fuse again. “I can’t believe they’re doing it,” the Old Kai shook his head at the boys fusing. “Boo is up to something. Don’t they see that?” The Old Kai’s suspicions were proven right when Evil Boo absorbed Gotenks as Super Saiyan Three and Piccolo. “See?”

Goku screamed into the globe. “Gohan! Kill him now!” It was Gohan’s best chance to defeat Evil Boo by killing him before he completely absorb Piccolo and Gotenks, but Gohan didn’t react in time.   

The Old Kai was impressed with Evil Boo’s sneakiness as he revealed his plan to Gohan like a cartoon TV villain. “He sensed me giving Gohan his power-up. Gohan was walking into a trap the moment Evil Boo went into hiding.”

“But Gohan’s still superior, right?” The younger Supreme Kai hoped so. “Gohan can still win.”

“It won’t be easy.” Goku knew Gohan had an uphill battle. “Evil Boo absorbed Piccolo. He knows Gohan’s strengths and weaknesses.”

Goku was right. The battle reversed in Evil Boo’s favor. He outmatched Gohan in speed, strength and fighting prowess. It was worse than Gohan’s fight against Dabura as he was completely outmatched, bled and beaten so cruelly that he laid on the ground helpless and unable to stop Evil Boo’s attacks.

“Dammit!” Goku slammed a fist into the grass. It couldn’t end like this. He could not watch his son die. I need to get to Gohan. I can’t let Evil Boo kill him and Goten. “There has to be a way to help Gohan!” Goku didn’t care if he ceased to exist. He will save his son!

“I did not foresee this happening with Gohan.” The Old Kai knew it was over for Gohan but there was one more player who could enter the game. “There’s only one choice left. Goku, you have to go back.”

The Old Kai wasn’t the only one who realized it was time for a dead warrior to return to Earth. At King Yemma’s palace, Vegeta was also summoned. Vegeta knew he didn’t have a chance against Evil Boo but he wanted another fight against the monster.

Vegeta didn’t expect Goku to be on Earth again. If he had time, he’d kick Goku’s ass for what he did to him. The younger Saiyan mocked him and let Vegeta think he had a chance against him when he hid his Super Saiyan Three form. He was so furious he didn’t care to hear the younger Saiyan babble about putting on an earring to fuse and beat Evil Boo.

Combine with Kakarrot? I rather die again and cease to exist.

That was Vegeta’s expectation. He’ll die fighting Evil Boo and cease to exist. Evil Boo would continue his rampage killing Goku and destroying Earth. Let Evil Boo destroy Earth and any planet he wanted. Vegeta didn’t care anymore except he did and Goku knew how to reach him.

Bulma.

She was his weakness as ChiChi was Goku’s weakness. Goku made a passionate plea of how Evil Boo killed everyone. Their family and friends were gone because of this monster. Bulma was turned into chocolate and eaten by Boo. Trunks was absorbed and inside Evil Boo. Goku offered a chance for them to rescue their sons and bring everyone they love back to life.

Vegeta was still angry with Goku but he pushed that aside to bring back his family.

It’s the least I can do. It was my pride that freed Boo.

Vegeta agreed to put on the earring and as he clipped it to his ear, Goku revealed the price of their union. 

“I should warn you. Once we combine we can’t split apart.”

Ah, fuck! I’m gonna be stuck with this fool for the rest of our lives? At least his wife is a good cook.

“Vegito’s handling himself well against Boo.”

“As long as they keep their Saiyan pride in check, they’ll win.” The Old Kai knew a lot about Saiyans and viewing Vegeta and Goku arguing before they fused didn’t leave the Old Kai optimistic about the fight. “Their personalities are like those little boys performing that silly Fusion dance. They’re arrogant and are taunting Boo like them.”

Vegito’s fight frustrated the Kais as they seemed to fall into the same traps as Gotenks. When they were absorbed, the Supreme Kai thought it was the end of them all but the Old Kai noticed Evil Boo didn’t change as he did when he absorb Gotenks, Gohan and Piccolo. This left the Old Kai thinking Vegito had a plan and deliberately got himself absorbed.

His theory was proven right when an hour after the absorption, Goku and Vegeta escaped Evil Boo with Gohan, Goten, Trunks and Piccolo. Evil Boo went through another transformation that turned him into a shorter version of himself. The Old Kai thought this Evil Boo was easier to defeat but the Supreme Kai turned white in fear exclaiming Evil Boo is in his original form.

The change prompted the Supreme Kai to tell the origins of Evil Boo and how he was a menace of pure evil. He killed the Supreme Kai of the North and West and absorbed the Supreme Kai of the South and the Supreme Kai over all of them. Their burly and chubby forms were reflected in the forms of the Evil Boo Gotenks and Gohan fought and the chubby form of Majin Boo who Vegeta and Goku originally battled. Without them, this shorter Evil Boo had no soul or remorse. It could not be controlled. All he wanted to do was destroy.

This was reflected when Evil Boo created a giant Ki with enough power to destroy the Earth. The Old Kai ordered the Supreme Kai to Earth to hand Goku and Vegeta his potara earrings so they can fuse and destroy Evil Boo. The Supreme Kai left but when he arrived on Earth, there wasn’t time to give pass on his earrings. There was only enough time to grab Goku and teleport him, Vegeta and their extra passengers back to the sacred planet of the Kai before Earth was destroyed.

The loss of Earth was a massive blow. The Old Kai knew if Evil Boo had the power to detect him drawing out Gohan’s power while he was on a killing spree on Earth, he survived blowing up with the planet and after he regenerate, will come here to finish them all. Until then, they could take the moment to regroup and create a plan for the final battle.

Son Goku, however, was caught up in the massive loss that came to him when they escaped Earth before her destruction.

Gohan. Goten. I’m sorry. Forgive me.

When Evil Boo created that massive ball, Goku knew he and Vegeta couldn’t stop it. It was too big and powerful. Escape was their only option. They flew away heading to the spot where they dropped off their sleeping sons and Piccolo. On the way, Goku saw Dende and Mr. Satan Making a split-second decision, Goku swooped down to Dende and Mr. Satan. He ignored Vegeta’s ‘What the fuck are you doing?!’ and picked up the Earth’s Guardian and Champion.

Goku rejoined Vegeta but as they raced to their sons, Goku felt the massive evil energy of Evil Boo edging closer to him. It was too fast and would consume them before he could reach his sons. Goku had another split-second decision to make: pick up his sons and die or escape to the Kai’s planet and regroup.

Maybe I can teleport down to the boys and grab them before escaping.

The plan had a very slim chance of working but Goku wouldn’t abandon his sons. He tried concentrating on the boys’ Ki while flying fast to get away from Evil Boo’s destructive Ki. It was impossible to do two things at once.

There ain’t enough time. I can only teleport once.

It was a cruel blessing for Goku he didn’t have to choose where he will teleport to. The Supreme Kai appeared and extended his hand. Goku grabbed it while Vegeta grabbed his shirt. As they vanished from Earth, Goku gave one last look to his sons, Piccolo and Trunks.

“Dammit!” Goku slammed his fist into the grass again. “We made it but the Earth. Gohan. Goten. Piccolo. Trunks. They’re gone.”

My boys. I let them down.

“You son of a dick!” Vegeta growled. He grabbed Goku by his shirt and screamed. “Why the hell did you save those two and a damn dog and not our sons?! Have you lost your fucking mind?!!”

Goku looked away. He understood Vegeta’s anger. He was angry with himself but he didn’t want to hear it. “Vegeta… not now.”

“Not now?! You don’t get to tell me what to do after what you did! You abandoned your sons for a damn buffoon, a dog and a weak-ass Guardian! I thought you learned from seven years ago but you haven’t changed. You abandon your family when they need you the most!”

Goku slowly turned his head back to Vegeta. He would say that to him after what he did? Goku slapped Vegeta’s arm away. He rose to his feet, glowering at the shorter Saiyan. Vegeta was an ass and Goku had a lot of patience with him but this was too far! “If you weren’t so obsessed with beating me, Majin Boo never would have been released! Our wives wouldn’t be dead! Our sons wouldn’t be dead! Earth wouldn’t be dead!”

“This isn’t all on me, Kakarrot! If you didn’t mock me and fought me as a Super Saiyan Three, it never would’ve come to this!”

“Maybe I would have if you weren’t sensitive over your pride! When will you get over that, Vegeta?! We have lost everything important to us because of it! I understand your anger, Vegeta, but don’t take it out on me you couldn’t save Trunks!”

“I was following you to our sons!”

“You know there was no way to reach them before Boo’s destructive blast got us! I saved Dende and Mr. Satan because they were closer. Even if I didn’t stop to get them, there’s no way I would’ve gotten to our boys in time. But you know that or you wouldn’t have grabbed onto my shirt instead of going for our sons!”

“If you’re done with your childish bickering,” the Old Kai steered the Saiyans to focus, “we need to develop a plan to defeat Evil Boo or we’re all done for.”

Dende came up with the plan to use the Namekian dragon balls to revive Earth and her people. The Old Kai protested against Namekians using the dragon balls to aid other planets but changed his mind when Goku offered to get him a picture of a pretty Earthling who died. Vegeta knew in his gut Goku was speaking of Bulma. It was an unfortunate logical choice for Goku to make. Vegeta knew of Bulma’s previous antics to get dragon balls. He knew of her flashing Master Roshi. Bulma wasn’t that way anymore but Vegeta was damned he was going to allow Goku to use his Bulma like that. He snapped at Goku demanding he use his wife instead. Vegeta knew Goku would reject that idea but he never expected Goku to lie about ChiChi and put down her looks as an excuse.

He’s lying about ChiChi being flat-chested. He was close to ChiChi several times. He danced with her at her investiture. He knew ChiChi wasn’t flat-chested but he loved the idea of telling ChiChi Goku said that just to see her murder him.

Goku and Vegeta refused to use Supreme Kai’s potara earrings. If they were going to win against Evil Boo, they will do it on their own. Neither thought as they prepared themselves for the final battle against Evil Boo, they will have the entire universe to aid them and Mark, Earth’s biggest con artist, prove he is Earth’s world champion.  

Mark thought of himself as a shrewd businessman and a confidence artist rather than a con artist. He proclaimed himself as Earth’s world champion when he knew his biggest fights were cleverly advertised and carefully arranged. He was a big showman who dazzled the crowd with wit and catchphrases. He knew he didn’t defeat Cell but the opportunity presented itself for him to take credit, receive the fame he always wanted and provide Videl with the life she deserved. He never saw anything wrong in his deception or felt guilt for what he did.

Videl’s reaction to what he did was the first chip in his guilt-free armor. When Videl confirmed it was Son Goku and Son Gohan who defeated Cell and Son Goku died leaving a widow and two kids, it bothered him.

“He, his Mom and little brother live in poverty while we live off the money they deserve!” 

Mark didn’t want anyone living in poverty for what he did. He knew about being poor and hated it and tried to ration his guilt. If Son Goku didn’t provide for his family, it’s not my fault, but if he’s dead and can’t provide for his family, then it is my fault for taking money from them.

Mark tried shaking off the guilt thinking Son Goku wasn’t a special man while he was. Why did King Furry and King Chappa think so highly of him? Why did Videl? She wasn’t born when Son Goku won the tournament. Mark didn’t understand until he, the last Earthling, saw the final battle of Evil Boo. Son Goku was amazing. The special effects he called Goku’s light techniques were real. The physical effect of Son Goku and Evil Boo on the Kai’s planet was real. Son Goku didn’t rely on catchphrases. He battled like a true warrior with physical strength and amazing skills. He saw how the battle exhausted Son Goku. Mark would have quit but Son Goku kept fightig. Mark admired that. He wanted to be that heroic. He wanted to be the hero he was seeing. Mark saw his chance to help by convincing the people of Earth to send their energy to Son Goku and  when he carried an exhausted Vegeta from ground zero before Son Goku launch his massive Spirit Bomb against Evil Boo.

Son Goku is a good man. He’s a real hero.

Son Goku put away the reign of terror of Evil Boo for good. The universe celebrated. Everyone in the afterlife celebrated. Mark celebrated with his new friends as the Kais, Dende and little Bee returned. While the Kais spoke to Goku and Vegeta, little Bee discovered chubby Boo. Seeing Dende heal Goku and Vegeta, Mark picked up Boo and brought him to the group. “He’s still alive. Please help him,” Mark begged. “Can you heal him with your magic?”

“Oh, sure. Of course,” Vegeta dripped with sarcasm. He raised his hand at Boo. “Move the fuck out of the way so I can finish him!”

Mark understood Vegeta’s mistrust but this Boo was his friend. He wasn’t a killer anymore. “Please don’t! He killed because the bad one made him. He’s gone now.”

Bobbidi was gone but Vegeta didn’t believe they can trust chubby Boo. “That doesn’t mean another one can’t come out, influence Boo and bring the end of the world again. Now step aside, Fool!”

“No, don’t!” Mark got on his knees. “He turned bad because a stupid human hurt me and killed his dog! Please don’t kill him. I’ll make sure he stays at our house.”

Goku wasn't sure about keeping Boo around, but hearing Mark’s plea, he changed his mind. “Vegeta, maybe we should believe him.”

Mark smiled. Yes. Yes! Son Goku was not only a real hero but he was an all-around good guy, too!

Vegeta wasn’t so easily persuaded. “You could never make the hard choices, Kakarrot. You spare people instead of killing them.”

“I was right to spare you,” Goku pointed out. “And Boo isn’t as bad. He fought Evil Boo and saved your life.”

Must he be reminded of that? Vegeta volunteered to fight Evil Boo and give Goku time to rev up his Ki and later to buy time for Goku to build up the Spirit Bomb. He got his ass kicked again and it was humiliating that when Goku was ready to launch the Spirit Bomb, he was too weak to move. He was slung over the shoulders of a con man like a piece of meat. Vegeta knew he wouldn’t be here if not for Mark and chubby Boo but, “Two good deeds aren’t enough to absolve all the evil unleashed, Kakarrot.”

“He only acted bad because he was around the wrong people,” Mark tried to persuade Vegeta to not kill his friend. “Around me, I will make sure he stays good.”

Vegeta kept his hand pointed at Boo but he sounded as if listening to Mark when he asked, “You think you can control him?”

“I got him to stop killing,” Mark was proud of that. “I’ll continue teaching him good from bad. We don’t have to worry about Boo being evil anymore.”

“You will keep him in line.” Vegeta chuckled. Saiyans have their pride but we are not as narcissistic as Earthlings. “Humans aren’t immortal. What happens when that dog dies of natural causes? What happens when you die? How do you expect to explain him to the delusional people of Earth? They won’t believe in aliens but they believe you saved them from Cell and now Boo. Kakarrot may be dumb enough to put the safety of his family and planet in your hands but I’m not foolish enough to take that risk.”

“Ah, come on, Vegeta. If it wasn’t for Mr. Satan, the people of Earth wouldn’t have given their energy.”

“Kakarrot, seven years ago, you put the fate of the world on your child. It cost your life. Do you expect me to put the fate of this planet on this bumbling fool’s shoulders? I’m not risking my family for your dumbass decision.”

“Funny you say that after what you did.”

“My mistake shows I know what the hell I’m talking about.” There was another reason Vegeta didn’t want Mark to take in Boo. He knew the con artist’s good intentions were paved with ulterior motives. He’ll use that fat one to continue the con he’s the champion. After years of seeing Mark on TV with one promotion after another and lie after lie about the Cell Game, Vegeta had enough. “It’s time he stops making a living off Saiyans.”

“Making a living?” Goku didn’t understand that but he noticed Mark shrinking behind Boo as if trying to hide. What did he do? “What are you talking about, Vegeta?”

“This jackass made himself rich off your and Gohan’s work from Cell. Cities and streets are named after him. Money that should’ve gone to your wife and sons, went to him and his kid. Every year on the anniversary of your death, they praise this fool. I have to hear from Bulma how this affects your wife. She demands no TV that day. She doesn’t want any of your friends visiting and she locks herself in her room to cry. I’m tired of this clown making money off Saiyans.” Vegeta saw his words affected Goku. That woman is his weakness. One more reveal will get the younger Saiyan to see things his way. “If your wife had some of the money, she wouldn’t be struggling as she is now. Maybe she wouldn’t have been tempted with the biggest mistake.”

Goku knew ChiChi was obsessed with him to win the prize money. Was that why? “But why doesn’t her Dad help her? He always has.”

“I’m sure he does but even I know it costs money to feed Saiyans and unless you have an abundance of money like Bulma, you're screwed.”

“Did ChiChi say that?”

“Your wife is proud, Kakarrot. She wouldn’t say it, but I’ve been by your house a few times. It’s getting worn down.”

“I see.” If things were that bad, Goku knew he had to do something about it. The answer was simple. “If you’ve made money off me and Gohan, Mr. Satan, then you owe us money.”

“I do?” First that hot 18 chick and now him. They’re gonna make me broke. “I’ll give you money if you let Boo live with me.”

“No deal.” Vegeta knew he was right about Mark. “Boo dies and you still give Kakarrot what he’s due.” His hand illuminated over Boo. “Or else.”

“If it can help,” Supreme Kai intervened, “we can take Boo. Evil Boo killed the Supreme Kai of the North and West. He absorbed the Supreme Kai of the South and the Kai that was over all of us.” The Supreme Kai looked down at the sleeping chubby Boo. “That is his form.”

“He is our responsibility,” the Old Kai agreed with the younger Kai. “It should have been us to stop him and not Saiyans. We’ll keep him here.” He patted Supreme Kai’s back. “And I’ll teach this one to be a proper Kai.”

“Can you make sure he won’t turn?” Mark was reluctant to agree to this deal. It was for the best Boo to be with his people but Mark worried about Boo turning again. “I got him to give up killing.”

“He’s not evil incarnate anymore.” Supreme Kai knew it was a big task but it had to be done. “It’s the least I can do for being the only Kai to survive. I was the youngest and weakest Kai. This is my chance to atone for my failures. I can do it with your help if you can convince Boo staying here is best.”

Vegeta didn’t like this. Death to Boo was the safest option. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to have him around.”

Goku liked the idea. He also saw this as an opportunity to get another fight out of Boo. “Boo and Mr. Satan helped us, Vegeta. We owe them. Let’s train and fight Boo if he loses control.”

Vegeta gave up. He never got his way but Goku always got what he wanted. While Dende healed Boo, Mark asked the Supreme Kai, “Can I visit Boo or will you bring him to Earth?”

“It won’t be a good idea if Boo visits Earth.”

Goku had a solution to that, too. “We can use the dragon balls to erase everyone’s memory of Boo.”

“Misusing the dragon balls again,” the Old Kai foresaw a dark future if they didn’t stop abusing the use of dragon balls. “You’re tempting fate for something disastrous to happen. We’ll host visitations.”

“Sounds good but in a few years, you can try having Boo visit Earth.” Goku’s suggestion wasn’t as farfetched as everyone thought. “Earthlings don’t have a good memory. Twenty years ago, King Piccolo and his minions killed a lot of people and tried to take over Earth but no one talks about it anymore. No one remembers Piccolo is the son of King Piccolo and we fought. Earth forgot about Vegeta and Nappa attacking. They’ll forget about Boo, too.”

Supreme Kai wasn't as confident as Goku but he was willing to try. “We’ll arrange for visits here and in a few years, we’ll return to Earth.”

When Dende finished healing Boo, Mark and Bee welcomed his return with hugs (from Mark) and licks (from Bee) “It’s over, Boo. We defeated the evil one.”

That made chubby Boo happy. “So we go back to playing now?”

That was Boo now he wasn’t a killer anymore. All he wanted to do is play, sleep and eat. “Another time. Boo, it’s time for me to go home. My home is on Earth and your home is here.”

“Here?” The planet was messy and beaten up. He could stay here but he wanted his friend with him. “You leaving?”

“Yeah. It’s time for me to go but Bee can stay with you.” Mark placed Bee in Boo’s arms. “I’ll come back to visit.” Mark gestured Boo to look at the Supreme and Old Kai. “These two are gonna take care of you. They’re good people and my friends.”

Boo didn’t know the Old Kai but he remembered the Supreme Kai. He was mean. He fought him. Boo didn’t like that. “But Boo wants you to care for me. Boo wants you to stay.”

“I know but these two are gonna take care of you. You’ll be happy here,” Mark promised. “You and Bee. There are no bad men here. Bee will be safe and you have a big planet to explore.”

Boo wasn’t convinced. He hadn’t forgotten how mean the Supreme Kai was. “He was bad to me. He hit me.”

“I apologize for that, Boo. I got the wrong impression of you but I’d like to be your friend if you let me.”

The Old Kai kicked the Supreme Kai’s left leg. He tumbled to the ground where the Old Kai kept him down with his booted foot. “A little humbling will help you achieve your goal.”

Boo liked the Old Kai. If the Supreme Kai was mean to him, the Old Kai would hit him. “You feed me?”

“Yes.”

“You read me stories?”

“Yes.”

“You give me baths and massages?”

Supreme Kai raised himself to argue but the Old Kai pressed harder to keep him down. “Of course.”

“Okay,” Boo accepted that. “I stay.”

Mark gave Boo a hug and spoke a few parting words. He patted Bee’s head, received a few licks and walked away from them. He was sad about their parting. He was scared of Boo but discovered he was an innocent soul and a true friend. That was something Mark hadn’t had in a long time.

I’ll see him again but I am gonna miss him.  

“I’m ready.”

The Supreme Kai rose. The universe was saved but at a humbling price for him. He was merged with Kibito forever. He will be chubby Boo’s caretaker and engage in acts not befitting a Kai but he also found a teacher in the Old Kai who will help him be the best Kai he can be. He also wouldn’t be alone anymore. The Old Kai and chubby Boo will keep him company for many centuries. It wasn’t a bad deal when he truly thought about it.

“Goku, shall we go now?”

“Go?” “Back to Earth,” the Supreme Kai reminded Goku. “I will return you, Vegeta and Mr. Satan.”

“After all we’ve been through, you don’t have to call me Mr. Satan. That’s my stage name. We’re friends now.” Mark put his arms around Goku and Vegeta’s shoulders. “You can call me Mark.” Vegeta growled and Mark instantly took his arm off Vegeta’s shoulder. “Or Mr. Satan. Whatever is good for you.” He still had his arm around Goku. He gave him a friendly squeeze. “I wanna get back to Videl. I know you wanna get home to your family.”

“Home?” Goku knew the Old Kai gave his life to him. He knew was alive but he was swept up in the adrenaline to aid Gohan and caught up in defeating Evil Boo. He didn’t have time to consider his return to life meant he will go home to his wife and sons. I can be with ChiChi and Gohan again. I can get to know Goten. I can go home. Home to his beloved Mount Paozu where the air is fresh and water so pure and clean. Home to a quiet community of animals peacefully living among the mountains. Home where he had his happiest memories growing up with his beloved Grandpa; where he formed happier memories with his wife and son and where he will create memories with his youngest child.

I’m going home.

Goku thought of his goodbye to ChiChi. They had their talk at the Tenkaichi Budokai but it wasn’t enough. Now, he had all the time to say what he wanted and make up for the pain he caused her. He thought of Goten and their goodbye. Only a few hours together and Goku loved him so much. The little time they had wasn’t enough but Goku accepted what he was given. He thought of his goodbye to Gohan. He sent Gohan off with a smile crushed that would be the last time they see each other until Gohan crossed over. 

Not anymore. 

ChiChi. Gohan. Goten. I’m coming home.

The reality hit Goku hard. He pulled away from Mark and walked off. He needed a moment to let this sink in. I’m alive. He thought of his family waiting for him. He thought of the excitement to tell them he is back for good. His eyes became watery. He quickly wiped his eyes against the back of his hand. This wasn’t the place to get like that. He wasn't around the one he could succumb his emotions, too.

“Kakarrot,” Vegeta put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s been seven years,” he spoke so only Goku could hear. “Haven’t you kept ChiChi waiting enough?”

ChiChi. If he was nearly brought to tears, Goku knew ChiChi would cry like a burst dam. He couldn’t wait to tell her. “Yeah, I have. Let’s go home.”

Goku noticed Vegeta smiling. It was rare to see that from him unless he was mocking someone or engaged in a good fight but ever since Vegeta gave Goku his praise while he fought Evil Boo, Goku felt things have forever changed between the two. The rivalry was over and a real friendship can finally begin. Goku looked forward to that but one thing had to be cleared first. “That wasn't nice, Vegeta." "I’m telling the truth, Kakarrot. You have kept your wife waiting long enough.”

“Not that. You used ChiChi in our fight. You tried to get in my head and make me think she was with someone when I was dead. That was dirty." Vegeta stopped walking. “I said that?” "When you were possessed by Bobbidi," Goku refreshed Vegeta’s memory. "That was really mean." Shit. Did I almost tell Kakarrot about Kenji? "I was willing to do anything to win, Kakarrot. Nothing was off limits." "Yeah, but that was really low, Vegeta. I wouldn’t do that with you and Bulma." "Oh fuck off!! At least you go home to a happy mate. I gotta deal with Bulma. She's probably pissed at what I did at the tournament." “Oh yeah.” Trunks would be happy to see him but Goku knew Vegeta was in for a rough reunion with Bulma. "You're dead for sure." Shit. If Kakarrot knows that, I am in trouble. Vegeta knew over the years he wasn’t the best mate. Despite his aloofness to her, Bulma always accepted Vegeta’s outburst and isolation with understanding. Sometimes she did get angry but most times, she let it go. She knew him enough to give him space when needed and welcome his desire for company. For the first time, Vegeta worried he pushed Bulma too far.

“So, what happens now?” Gohan wondered. Evil Boo was defeated but what of his Dad? “Dad defeated Boo. Why haven’t we heard from him?”

ChiChi wondered that, too. The battle was over and everyone remained on Kami’s Temple as if waiting for something to happen. Two hours have passed since Boo’s defeat and nothing was heard of Goku or Vegeta. I guess Goku got special treatment to fight Evil Boo. “We should go home, Gohan. It’s been a couple of days and I know you and Goten are hungry. We can eat the feast I made for your father.”

“But I thought Dad’s coming back,” Gohan remembered his Dad wanted to fuse with him. Gohan did not see a halo over his Dad’s head. He thought he was alive. “I could’ve sworn…”

“Thanks for the ride! Goodbye!”

ChiChi turned at Goku’s voice. How was Goku allowed back on Earth? Was Goku granted a do-over and given another day with us?

“Daddy!” Goten rushed ahead of ChiChi and Gohan to welcome Goku back. Goku scooped up Goten and raised him over his head. “You did it, Daddy!” Goten cheered. “You were awesome against Majin Boo!”

“Couldn’t have done it without you, Mommy, Gohan and everyone!” 

A crying Mark hugged Videl and embarrassed her with kisses. “Dad!” Videl complained. “I’m not five anymore. Stop!”

“Vegeta!” Bulma threw her arms around him and nearly knocked Vegeta over. He stared wide-eyed at Bulma kissing his cheek and hugging him again. This was not the reunion he expected.

After Gohan’s hug, ChiChi got her hug in. “You’re back. Were you granted another day with us?”

Another day? Goku laughed. Hadn’t ChiChi noticed his halo is gone?

“Daddy!” Goten pointed over Goku’s head. He noticed. “Your halo is gone.”

Goku grinned at his youngest son. “Ya noticed.” ChiChi was looking over his head now. Her wonderous eyes gazed at where the halo should be. “Goku?” She held the question she was too afraid to ask.

“There’s a lot to explain,” Goku said as everyone gathered around. “Thanks to everyone, the evil Boo is defeated. The chubby Boo is still around but he’s on the Supreme Kai’s planet.”

“Ah, hell,” Piccolo groaned.

“No. No. It’s a good thing,” Goku assured Piccolo. “He’s not bad anymore. He will be cared for by the Supreme and Old Kai. We’ll visit and see how he’s doing.”

“Count me out.” Piccolo had enough of Boo to last a lifetime.

“But that’s not all the good news.” Goku looked at his family and friends. All had smiles as if knowing the good news but were waiting for him to confirm. “Excuse me for being away for so long but the Old Kai granted me his life so I can live again.”

“You’re alive?” ChiChi hoped this wasn’t a dream. She couldn’t take it if it were. “You mean we can go home as a family of four to our little house?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind putting up with me again. I can’t wait to get back to Mount Paozu and eat your home cookin’!”

I’ll put up with you forever. ChiChi embraced Goku. His chest was warm against her face but what triggered ChiChi’s tears was the sound of Goku’s heart beating against her ear. He’s really alive. Goku’s coming home.  Seven years of pain. Seven years of heartache and loneliness were finally over.

Gyu-Mao watched his daughter collapse in Goku’s arms. Throughout her marriage with Goku, Gyu-Mao witnessed ChiChi’s anger and frustration with Goku. He was there to see the happy times between the couple as they raised a child together. He witnessed her heartbreak at Goku dying twice. He was there to help ChiChi through her mourning. He even encouraged her to move on and date Kenji, but through it all, ChiChi’s heart always remained with Goku.

He is her only love.

It was a rare kind of love and one Gyu-Mao knew he wouldn’t see replicated if he lived ten lifetimes.

“I think we should let them have a moment alone.” Gyu-Mao ushered the others to disperse to give Goku and ChiChi privacy. Everyone spread out into different areas of the temple. Vegeta, Bulma and Trunks settled in a spot alone. Mark and Videl continued their family reunion on the steps of the palace. Krillin, 18 and Marron waited near the trees. Mr. Popo and Piccolo celebrated Dende’s return  together while Yamcha, Master Roshi, Oolong, Puar and Gyu-Mao huddled together watching all the happy families. Gohan and Goten were closest to their parents but far from them to have their moment.  

“This is a dream.” ChiChi held Goku’s hand against her face. “A happy dream.”

“It’s not a dream, ChiChi. I’m back.”

“I never allowed myself to hope you could come back to me. It was years before I finally accepted your death and you weren’t returning.” She kissed the palm of his hand. “It’ll take a while before I believe this is real.”

“Let me speed things up so you know I am here and this is real.” Goku brushed away her tears with the pad of his thumb before resting his hand on the back of her neck. He settled his mouth over hers and groaned at ChiChi’s familiar flavor filling his mouth as his tongue thrust inside. Sweet and spicy she always was as she left his body hungering for her. Over and over his tongue rolled over ChiChi’s drowning Goku in a taste and smell Goku could never get enough of. He pulled back to see color blooming on ChiChi’s cheeks. “How’s that?”

How’s that? He knew and ChiChi knew he could smell it. “I think I need a little more convincing.”

While Goku convince ChiChi he is back, 18 thought of her friend and how happy she must be having her husband back. “I have never seen ChiChi so happy.” 18 bounced her daughter on her thigh. “Goku’s not impressive but as long as ChiChi is happy.”

Krillin knew ChiChi would be happy as long as she never learned what he knew. When he and Yamcha found ChiChi, she was with Nam and King Chappa. She talked of meeting Kimani and how happy she was Goku made a friend.  She didn't know of Goku's real relationship with Kimani. “I hope Goku doesn’t let it slip he left his girlfriend behind.”

“Girlfriend?” 18 stopped bouncing Marron. “What are you talking about?”

His wife and ChiChi were close friends. ChiChi could learn through 18 what he knows so Krillin knew he shouldn’t tell 18 but he was dying to share this with someone. “Don’t tell ChiChi but when me and Yamcha went to the Grand Kai’s planet, we met Goku’s girlfriend. Kimani. She’s a beautiful fighter.”

18 waited for Krillin to laugh and say he’s kidding but he didn’t. “Goku had someone while ChiChi remained loyal to him? She gave up a good life with Kenji while Goku carried on with another woman?” 18 took Marron off her lap and stood. “I need to tell ChiChi.”

Krillin grabbed her hand. “No! Didn’t you hear me? ChiChi can’t know this. Do you know how devasted she would be if she learns this?”

“You expect me to be quiet while ChiChi lives with a sleazebag?”

“Goku’s not a sleazebag and they weren’t married anymore. Goku was free to pursue a relationship.”

“You didn’t feel that way when Kenji wanted ChiChi. You thought she was cheating and should be loyal to Goku.”

That was different. “Goku died saving the world.” 18 turned her back on him disgusted. “How can you move on when a guy does that?”

Krillin and 18’s bickering caught Bulma and Vegeta’s attention. Aside from the hug and kiss, Bulma spoke very little to Vegeta. She smiled and chatted about how they will go home and see her parents but Vegeta felt something was different with Bulma. He waited for Trunks to chat with Goten to address it to Bulma.

“Bulma, about what happened at the tournament….” How to explain you ruthlessly killed people just to goad Goku into a fight? “I wasn’t in my right mind.”

Bulma smiled as if not bothered by what he did. “Vegeta, it’s good you were given another chance and you helped defeat that monster.”

The smile was on her lips but not in her eyes or her voice. “But?”

“Vegeta, Trunks is happy you’re alive and we’re all alive again. This is a good day. Don’t ruin it talking about what you did.”

The anger simmered in her voice. “Trunks is happy I’m alive. Are you happy I’m alive?”

The smile fell away allowing her real emotions to surface. “Oh, so my feelings and what I think of you matter now? I didn't see that when you slaughtered hundreds of people!”

She was angry and Vegeta rather deal with Bulma angry instead of her pretending to be happy around him. “You’re right to be upset, Bulma.”

“You think that’s all I am feeling now? You don’t think I’m hurt. You don’t think I’m embarrassed? You don’t think I’m…..” she stopped. This wasn’t the time or place. “We’ll talk about this after we’re home.”

While Vegeta braced himself for an uncomfortable talk with Bulma, Gohan and Videl chatted about Boo and how their lives have changed forever.

“It’s gonna be awkward going back to school.” Gohan had a lot to face. He took a month off to prepare for the tournament. He exposed himself as Saiyaman and the Golden Warrior. His classmates and teachers will have a lot of questions. “So much for anonymity.”

“I’m sorry about that Gohan,” Videl apologized. “I pressured you into competing and threatened to expose your secret if you didn’t.” It was only a month ago but for Videl, it felt years have passed. Her feelings then and what she felt now were so different. She had a lot of respect and admiration for Gohan and was ready to acknowledge the feelings brewing in her for him. “I’m used to publicity. I’ll help you through it.”

“Really?” Gohan was glad she said that. He needed help and Videl was a natural at dealing with the press. “How can I thank you?”

A date would be nice. But Videl didn’t want to drop that on Gohan with her Dad watching them. “I took a month off to prepare for the tournament. If you can help me get caught up with school, we’re even.”

“Deal!”

As Gohan and Videl made plans to see each other, Goku and ChiChi emerged looking for their sons. Their appearance brought everyone together again. “ChiChi told me she has a feast waiting for me so I’m ready to go home. We’ll see you later.”

“Let’s not make it five years or three or seven,” Bulma quipped. Odd-number reunions always spelled a bad omen for them. “Let’s meet up in a few weeks for a reunion and welcome back party for you, Goku.”

“Sure. Sure,” Goku picked up ChiChi. The only reunion he wanted was with ChiChi’s cooking and her. “Bye!”

The journey from Kami's Temple to the Son Family home took over an hour. The reunited family spent the time sharing things that occurred over the seven years. Gohan spoke of his school life and balancing it with his heroics as Saiyaman. ChiChi shared some of the lives at Gyu-Mao’s village including people who have passed and those who might die from shock seeing him alive again. Nearing home, Goku noticed changes over the landscapes. Miles of forests were cut in half and replaced with roads, homes and towns. It was sad to see such development since Goku was a nature lover and loved the country. When he passed an isolated steep hill with a flat top, Goku’s heart beat excitedly. The familiar, tall butte always signaled to Goku he was almost home.

Entering Mount Paozu country, Goku saw more familiar signs of home. A family of dinosaurs flying together; acres of tall and lush trees he climbed as a child, lakes filled with fishes Goku hunted for his family and valleys of buttes Goku climbed and meditated on. Goku spotted a few homes spread out but none close to the home he longed to see.

“There it is, Goku.” ChiChi sounded as excited as he. “Our home.”

Goku felt a tightness in his chest as he descended on the dome home he left seven years ago.

 He felt himself land and release ChiChi. He heard her talking but didn’t understand her words. Gohan and Goten spoke, too, but Goku didn’t understand. All he saw was the home he never thought he’d see again.

I can’t believe I’m back here.

Gohan, Goten and ChiChi began walking to their house. Goten voiced he was hungry. Gohan spoke of the schoolwork he will have to catch up on while ChiChi worried about the state of her house. It was she who noticed Goku wasn’t with them. She turned to see him still standing in the spot where he landed.

“Goku, aren’t you coming inside?”

“I am.” But he wanted to stay here and look at his home. It’s still the same. That tall tree that provided shade under a hot day was still here. The stump of the tree he accidentally smashed ChiChi into was here. Goku chopped that tree and used the wood for fire. The ax was still wedged into the stump. “I….. I never thought I’d see this place again.” Memories he shut off seven years ago began flooding in Goku.  He remembered the early mornings he worked out in the front yard. He remembered showing Gohan real insects from the books he studied. He remembered helping ChiChi with her martial arts and stealing kisses from her as she hung laundry on the clothesline. He remembered the naps with ChiChi and baby Gohan under that big shady tree. For seven years, he didn’t dwell on the memories. It was painful to be reminded of the people he couldn’t be around anymore. Now they were rushing in Goku like a burst dam. “I……” a tear fell from his eyes. “I can’t believe I’m here.”

ChiChi returned to his side and wrapped her arms around him. Overwhelmed with memories and feeling ChiChi hold him, the dam broke and out came his tears. I’m home. I’m really home. More arms came around him as Gohan and Goten hugged him, too.  

Goku didn’t know how long he cried or how long he was held. He soaked it in knowing he needed this from his family. He was always the one to be strong for everyone. He always had to hold his feelings in and be the comforter. This time, he was comforted as his family let him know they will be strong for him.

Eventually, the family parted and walked inside their home together. Goku stopped at the door when he saw balloons decorating their living room with a banner hanging from the ceiling. ‘Welcome Home, Goku!’ “Wow. You did this for me?” Goku thought he’d get a good meal. Curious of the decorations, Goku explored the room. There was a new TV but the bookcases and furniture were still the same. He remembered what Vegeta said about his home being worn down. He looked for signs. The ceiling was fine but the walls looked weary as if it needed a coat of paint but the extra photos ChiChi hung up to include Goten distracted anyone from looking at the wall too hard. There was a photo album on the coffee table with a camera. ChiChi and her camera. He suspected she left that out to take pictures of him for his one-day visit. The color on the sofa was fading. Seven years ago, ChiChi talked of getting rid of it. It must be in worse shape now.

He was going to sit down when his nose twitched. There was an alluring smell coming from the kitchen. “Ah. I missed this!” ChiChi wasn’t kidding when she told him she prepared a feast for him. The table and counters were covered with food. Goku nearly drooled at the sight of so many dishes.  

ChiChi followed Goku with an inspecting eye over her busiest room. “The kitchen looks intact.”

“Why wouldn’t it be, Mom?” Gohan asked. “The dragon restored everything to what it was before.”

“Yes, but your father,” ChiChi lightly slapped Goku’s hand when he opened one of the food containers, “shook the world when he became a Super Saiyan Three. He might have knocked a few things over. You and Goten should check the house to make sure nothing is broken.”

While Gohan and Goten inspected the rest of the house, ChiChi opened a couple of container lids and inspected her food. The food wasn’t spoiled but it didn’t look as fresh as it did three days ago. ChiChi checked the rest of the kitchen for damages. Goku inspected the room, too, for signs of it being run down. The paint was peeling from the stove. One of the chairs from the kitchen table was loose. The wallpaper was peeling. It was slightly worn but not too bad. The refrigerator stood out as it was bigger than the one he remembered seeing.

“Is the refrigerator new?”

“Yeah,” ChiChi answered from the pantry. “I got it a few years ago. An old friend gifted it to me.” ChiChi came out of the pantry holding a large bag of rice. “A few boxes and cans were knocked over but nothing is broken.”

“I’ll take that.” Goku took the bag that was half ChiChi’s size. “Where do you want me to put it?”

“You can put it in the sink but it’s not heavy, Goku.”

“I know. I wanna help.”

“You do?” ChiChi touched his forehead. “You’re not running a fever.”

“Ah, come on,” he whined. “I wasn’t that bad.”

“No, but you usually help around the house when you’re feeling guilty about something.” ChiChi pulled out her colander and a large pot from the lower cabinet. “What is it, Goku?”

While she waited for him to answer, ChiChi carried on about her work, pouring rice in the colander and rinsing it under water. She dumped the rice in the pot and poured more in the colander.  

“Vegeta told me things haven’t been good while I was dead. I didn’t know you were having money problems.” ChiChi stopped rinsing the rice. “I didn’t know the house was getting run down.”

“I didn’t know he noticed but Vegeta has always been more observant than others.” ChiChi resumed rinsing the rice. “It’s not your fault, Goku.”

It felt like it. ChiChi always did her wife duties but Goku often shirk his husband duties. It wasn’t always like that. Before his first death, Goku did a lot. He earned an income with his freelance work and sometimes fixed things around the house. Aki helped him but Goku was there.

“Sorry, ChiChi.”

“Don’t apologize.” ChiChi added more rice to the pot. “You’re home. We’ll figure it out.” Things were bad but with Goku home, ChiChi wasn’t as worried. She already had a plan to resolve some of their problems. Goten’s prize money will help and 18 did promise to give her some money she will fleece from Mr. Satan. She had that plot of land that will be turned into a farm. With Goku’s muscles, they can grow ten times as many crops.

As she poured more rice in the colander, Goku turned her to face him. ChiChi saw his guilt. She was surprised he was so bothered. ChiChi opened her mouth to assure Goku it’s fine but Goku swooped in and swallowed her words. He claimed her lips like a starving man for water. His tongue thrust inside her surprised mouth familiarizing himself with her again so much that when her sweet taste coated his tongue and her alluring scent filled his nostrils, he groaned so deeply ChiChi felt it in her core as it sizzled awake after a long drought. The kiss was meant to be an apology but the potent scent wafting from ChiChi affected Goku’s reasoning. His tender kisses became fierce and heated as he pushed her against the sink and ground his lower body against hers.

Oh, this was not an apology. This was foreplay and it was happening in the middle of their kitchen. ChiChi gripped Goku’s shirt. She needed to push him away but that hardness, that need from him rubbing against her was so hard to say no to.

But she did… slowly.

ChiChi pulled her lips away while her lower body remained connected with Goku. She subdued her moan biting her lower lip as Goku hit that sweet spot between her legs. She gripped his shirt tighter. It felt so good but they had to stop. “Apology accepted, Goku.” He tried to kiss her again but she pressed fingers to his lips. “We gotta stop. The boys…” she mention their sons to bring Goku to his senses. Goku stopped and stepped back.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “I wanna show how sorry I am.”

“You’re forgiven.” ChiChi turned on the oven and stove. She grabbed a couple of glass containers and placed them inside the oven. “I have to finish with dinner.”

That also would’ve prevented Goku from acting on his lust but when ChiChi bent before him to place the food in the oven, Goku knew he needed one more taste.

He grabbed ChiChi’s arm and pulled her back to him. Her soft breasts crushed against his chest and his softening bulge hit the right spot between her legs. “I can wait for dinner. I want some dessert now.” Goku dipped his head and touched her lips again. Her mouth opened against his allowing his alluring tongue to sweep inside. His rough moan blended with her airy sigh as she succumbed to him.

How had she lived without this for seven years she wondered.

ChiChi clutched his shirt and kneaded his neck, silently demanding he hold nothing back. Seven years without, ChiChi wanted everything Goku could give her. He humbly responded by pushing her hips to the counter and trapping her between it and him. He angled his head and took her deeper with his tongue, going a little harder as a lance of pleasure travel from her breasts to between her legs. She moaned, unable to quiet herself as she felt that familiar length harden against her.

One more kiss and I’ll stop she told herself. Two more kisses she compromised. She was negotiating a third when her sons entered the kitchen.

“House is okay, Momma! Hey!” Goten cried out when Gohan covered his eyes. “Big Brother, I can’t see!”

“This isn’t something for children to see.”

ChiChi pushed Goku from her so hard he stumbled against the table. ChiChi turned her back on her family shielding her flushed face and heaving breasts from them. “Gohan…..” she took a deep breath. “Goten. You two were in a nasty fight with that Boo monster. You should take a shower before dinner.”

“Right, Mom,” Gohan agreed eager to leave the room with his brother protesting he still couldn’t see.

ChiChi didn’t look at Goku. They were so wired and needing of each other any look would have them in each other’s arms again. “I need to finish reheating the food and cook the rice.” ChiChi picked up her pot of rice but Goku took it from her and placed it on the stove.

Glad for the help, ChiChi grabbed another large pot from under the cabinet. ChiChi dumped a large portion of rice into her strainer and began rinsing it under water when Goku’s arms wrapped around her. “Goku, I have to finish preparing dinner.”

Goku accepted they couldn’t fool around. The boys will interrupt again and he was getting hungry. “I’ll hold you while you cook. I did that sometimes.”

He did and ChiChi loved it. Goku would hold her like a comfy pillow. Sometimes he would drop tender kisses on her cheek and neck and ask her what she’s cooking. ChiChi didn’t feel lust brewing from Goku then. It was wholesome intimacy ChiChi would’ve allowed if not for the sudden release of gas that expelled from Goku. “Ah, Goku!” ChiChi shoved him away. “That’s not romantic at all!”

“Sorry.” Goku hadn’t meant to release the foul gas. It suddenly came out. Another one came out stronger, louder and fouler. “Ooo!” Goku gripped the back of a chair as prickling needle-like pain stabbed his stomach. “ChiChi, I’m feeling weird.”

ChiChi waved her hand. “No, you stink!”

“No.” Goku rubbed his stomach. What was going on with him? “My tummy hurts.” He rubbed his butt as pain suddenly hit him here, too. “And here. It’s kind of tight here like I have to take a dump but it never felt this bad before.”

Seven years ago, ChiChi would scold Goku for being so crude but now Goku’s crude talk didn’t matter even if he was stinking up the kitchen. “Maybe you have to go to the toilet.” “I guess. I haven't used one since I died.”

ChiChi opened a window to air out the room. “But you told me you ate food at the Grand Kai’s palace.” “Yeah, but I never felt the need to go. Ooo,” he clutched his stomach as it felt like it was being twisted in knots. “It’s really hurting.” Maybe afterlife food is different from living food. “What happened with the food you ate the morning you died?” “I never released that.” In the afterlife, no one had a desire to eat or sleep. Bodily functions that were needed for the living ceased for the dead. Sleeping and eating were things done out of a desire but never a need.

ChiChi’s eyes grew as she understood what was happening. “Are you saying you have seven years of backup and it's ready to come out?” “I guess so.” Goku staggered out of the room as more gas expelled from him. “I better get it out.” ChiChi worried for the toilet and the awful smell that will linger. “Can our bathroom handle that?”

The toilet survived Goku’s unleashing but it did leave a foul stench in the bathroom. Goku opened the windows hopeful the natural air will kill the scent he left behind. That release left Goku feeling dirty. He removed his clothes and tossed them in the small trash can. They were so tattered from his fight against Evil Boo he knew ChiChi will want it in the trash.

He stepped in the shower and soaked under the hot water. Goku swam in lakes on the Grand Kai’s planet but it had been years since he truly cleaned himself. Natural body functions and strong scents didn’t exist in the afterlife. Alive Goku could smell his musk returning.

ChiChi really must be happy I’m back. She didn’t care I’m a bit stinky. He used most of ChiChi’s shampoo to clean his hair and her soap to clean his body. He got everywhere and used multiple towels to clean himself thoroughly.

Goku stepped out of the bathroom with a towel on his hair and one around his waist. He felt clean but also hungry. “I hope dinner is ready. I’m starving.”

As he dried off, Goku explored his bedroom. Aside from different sheets on the bed, the new curtains and the shrine ChiChi dedicated to him on top of the chest drawer, their bedroom looked the same as it did seven years ago.

Goku opened the top drawer expecting to find his boxers. He found ChiChi’s bras instead. “Oops.” Did he forget? He thought this side held his clothes. He pulled the drawer next to it and found ChiChi’s panties. That was strange. He was sure he had one side and ChiChi had the other. He pulled the drawers under it. One drawer was filled with yarn and the other had ChiChi’s clothes. He checked the remaining drawers and discovered all of them had ChiChi’s clothes. “Where did my clothes go?”

Goku opened the closet. The top shelf held blankets and extra bed sheets. The rack was filled with ChiChi’s clothes. “Hmm. Did she throw out my clothes?” Goku sifted through the clothes hoping to find at least one article of clothing. “I guess she made space when I died but what am I gonna wear?” On the closet floor were ChiChi’s shoes and two boxes. “Maybe it’s in there.”

He opened the box on the right first. It was filled with things Goku categorized as ChiChi’s: books and knitting supplies, a camera and a photo booklet with a letter attached. ChiChi took plenty of pictures of the family. When she got the film developed, she would immediately organize them in a photo album. It was strange ChiChi hadn’t done that with these photos.

Curious, Goku opened the booklet. The first photo was of ChiChi, Gohan and Goten. They were wearing baseball jerseys. Goten’s shirt nearly swallowed him and his giant foam finger was half his body size. He looked so small in this photo. Goku guessed Goten was three or four since Gohan at four was about that size. Gohan was nearly as tall as ChiChi in this photo. “Wow. He sprouted.”

In the next photo, a girl was in the picture with them. She posed next to Gohan and stood a few inches taller. “Who is she?” Goku went to the next photo. Yamcha was in this one smiling with his family. “Ah, I see. They went to Yamcha’s game.” Goku went through the photos. There were pictures of Gohan, Goten and the girl eating, watching the game and posing on the baseball field. A few times Goku noticed Gohan staring at the mysterious girl. In those photos, Goku could make out a blush on Gohan’s face.

“Is that Gohan’s girlfriend?” He missed so much! Girls were the furthest thing from Gohan’s mind seven years ago and if what Krillin said is true about Videl, Gohan then Gohan had two girlfriends. Or more. Who knows how many he dated over the years. “I can’t believe ChiChi let Gohan date that young.”

Goku sifted through the photos smiling at them all until he came to a photo of ChiChi and a man. “Hmm.” Goku didn’t recognize him. This photo wasn’t taken at a baseball game. They were at an amusement park. The man was tall and in shape judging from the arm muscles in his tank shirt. “Not as big as my arms,” Goku muttered as he studied the man. ChiChi took photos with other men. ChiChi took pictures with Aki but he or Gohan were in the picture. Gohan wasn’t in this one. Goten was and he sat on the man’s shoulder. That didn’t sit right with Goku. There was another photo of the man with ChiChi, Goten and Gohan. Gohan wasn’t smiling.

In another photo, the man stood with ChiChi in a kitchen. Goku didn’t recognize the place. It wasn’t his home or Master Roshi’s. The area looked big and fancy. Gohan was in the next photo with Goten. Both had books on a table and looked to be doing schoolwork. ChiChi was in the background cooking.

Did ChiChi cook for this guy?

The man appeared again on Master Roshi’s island with his friends. It was a group photo and everyone dressed up. Studying the white suit and white dress Krillin and 18 wore, Goku figured this was their wedding. ChiChi looked beautiful in her blue dress but why was this man here? There was another photo but it looked taken from upstairs. Vegeta was in the photo standing across from ChiChi and the man.

Him again. Who is this guy?

There were more photos of ChiChi, Gohan and Goten in a fancy hotel room. The guy appeared in a few of them. Each time Gohan appeared with the guy, he didn’t look happy. Goten and ChiChi did. There was nothing suggestive in the photos but there was something Goku didn’t like. The last photo in the booklet made Goku uncomfortable. It was of ChiChi wearing a sleeveless black dress. Goku knew that dress because ChiChi modeled the dress for him before he died. She told him she wanted to wear it when they resume date nights after the Cell Game. He died but…..

Did ChiChi wear this dress for that guy? !

There were no photos left but an envelope attached to the booklet with ChiChi’s name on it. Goku opened the envelope and found a letter inside.

Dear ChiChi,

I know you are not expecting this letter but please read this. I wanted to see you several times but I didn’t want to upset you. I’m sorry I upset you the last time we talked but I spoke out of anger and frustration. I didn’t mean it. You must believe me. I reacted the way I did because I love you.

Yes, I love you. I know you will find that hard to believe. You’ll say it’s too soon but I do. You’re an easy woman to fall in love with. I’m not Goku and I can’t replace him in your heart but I care for you deeply. I care for Gohan and Goten and I want to be a husband to you and a father to them.

I love baseball. I don’t know what I’d be doing if I didn’t play but spending time with you and your boys showed me what I’m missing and I want it. I love Goten so much. That sweet boy deserves a Daddy. I’m not Goku but I can be a Daddy to Goten. It’s too late to spare Gohan the pain of losing a parent but I’ll make sure Goten doesn’t grow up with the pain and loss you and Gohan have in your heart. I can be a husband for you , and if we’re lucky, we can have children together.

Gohan doesn’t like me but once he sees how much I love you and Goten, I know he’ll accept me. Maybe he’ll think of me as a second father. I want to help him with his first date and first love. I want to teach him how to shave and drive a car. I want to be with you as we watch him get married.

You know how much I adore Goten. I smile whenever I think of him. He’s such a good boy and I know why. He’s raised by a good Momma. Goten made me see how fun being a Daddy can be. I don’t know how to fish but I can learn for Goten. I’m not attracted to martial arts but I can hire the best teachers for Goten, and for his beautiful mother, I’ll give you everything.  

You are an amazing woman with a loving heart. You have a beautiful smile and if you don’t mind my saying, a sexy body. Your innocence is infectious and you’re a damn good cook. I want you to be mine. I want to wake up and fall asleep to you every night. I want to take you out of the mountains and show you the world. You deserve that. I know you don’t desire jewelry but you’ll look beautiful in them. I know you love flowers so I’ll bring them to you every day. I want to see you in our home with our child growing in you. I want to see you with more children and grandchildren. I want to give you the love you deserve. A strong woman like you needs to be cared for. You will have everything and you will never be alone.

Remember the fun times we had. Remember the long talks we had. Remember and think of what we can have. I hope you will respond and make me the happiest man in the world. If you don’t, I wish you a happy life, but if you need me, I’ll be there.

Love Kenji

“How could I have forgotten?” ChiChi chastised herself as she hurried to her bedroom. Dinner was ready. Gohan and Goten sat at the table waiting for Goku. ChiChi wondered what was taking him so long. He went to their bedroom an hour ago and hadn’t emerged. Gohan did check on him earlier and told her he was in the shower.

ChiChi wondered what could be keeping him until she remembered. “I hope he’s not mad.”

Entering her bedroom, ChiChi found Goku sitting on the edge of the bed. His elbows were on his knees. His fingers were laced over each other hiding half of his face. He sat there quietly brooding. ChiChi wondered why when she noticed the open chest drawers and open closet.

He knows.

ChiChi hadn’t thought about Goku finding this out. He was returning for a day. There wasn’t a need to tell him and she never thought Goku would learn of it. “I’m sorry, Goku.”

Sorry? Is that all she could say? This wasn’t ChiChi burning his gi with an iron or pricking him with a needle during a clothes fitting. She had another man. He was in their home; he met their boys; he might have been in their bed. “Why?” was all Goku could say. “Why did you do it?”

I waited for you. Why couldn’t you wait for me?

ChiChi was taken aback by Goku’s anger. That’s a bit over the top. “You were dead and you weren’t coming back this time. It wasn’t easy for me, Goku. I saw your clothes every day. It was a harsh reminder you weren’t coming back.”

ChiChi went to the closet and picked up the box on the left. She placed it on the bed. “I donated your regular clothes to secondhand stores but Gohan was upset when I wanted to donate your fighting gi to martial arts schools. We compromised to keep those.”  

ChiChi opened it and pulled out Goku’s gi. “There’s a box of your gi in your grandpa’s home. You can’t wear it now. It’s been there for years and needs airing and a good washing. I kept one here.”

Goku looked at the box and back at ChiChi confused. He was too distraught with the letter and photos to bother checking the other box. Clothes? She thinks that’s why I’m mad?

“Some days were harder than others.” ChiChi held his gi to her chest. “I needed to hold this to get through some days. Gohan will cremate this with me when I die.” She handed the gi to him. “But now that you’re here, you can wear it and in a few days, we can go shopping for clothes.”

Goku took the gi speechless. He didn’t know what to say.

“You’re not mad at me about that, are you?”

“No.” Goku shook his head. “I get why you did that.” He didn’t understand how ChiChi could betray him with another man.

“Good.” ChiChi pressed a kiss on his cheek. “Hurry up and get dressed. Dinner’s ready.”

ChiChi left the room happy. She didn’t see when she left, Goku wiped her kiss from his cheek.

Sitting with his family for the first time in seven years should have been a happy moment for Goku. He should be happy to eat ChiChi’s food again. He should be happy eating with his sons. He should be happy to look across the table at the woman he love but Goku didn’t feel happiness. He felt heartbreak at what ChiChi did and his afterlife friends’ warnings were justified.

Goku was angry with them. ChiChi wouldn’t do that. She’d wait like him. They didn’t know her like him but he was wrong. They did know her. He didn’t. Even his beloved Grandpa tried to warn him.

“So, when you go back, I want you to be happy for ChiChi. If she has remarried, I want you to thank her husband for taking care of ChiChi and Gohan.”

“I can’t do that,” Goku whispered. “I can’t.” He implored his grandpa. “Don’t make me, Grandpa. Don’t make me say that.”

“You have to, Goku, because, in the end, you weren’t there. You didn’t go home. You didn’t tell your wife if you die, you will stay dead. She was unprepared for all of that. You said your goodbyes to your sons and your friends but not to your wife. You broke her heart when you did that.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“I know. I know you didn’t but you can’t go back angry and disgruntled ChiChi moved on. I didn’t raise you to be like that.”

“I know, Grandpa, but---"

“I know you meant well, Goku, but you can’t return all Super Saiyan angry ready to throttle this guy who did nothing except love your wife and son and make them happy. You will not do that. Promise me you won’t.”

As painful as it was, Goku vowed to keep that promise. During dinner, he did what he always did when hiding his feelings, he smiled. He laughed and acted innocent to hide the pain in his heart.

After dinner, Goku thought he could forget his pain temporarily by chatting with his sons. While ChiChi and Gohan cleaned up, Goten presented Goku with the photo album ChiChi kept up to date after he died.

Photos. That was the last thing he wanted to see.

But that was how he spent the remainder of the night; looking through photos and listening to stories. Goku couldn’t enjoy it because he only thought about ChiChi and Kenji. How long did they date? How many times were they intimate? Did ChiChi love him? Why did she do it?

After nine, it was time to put the boys to bed. Goku tuck Goten in. The little boy was a joy and the only one to make Goku truly smile tonight. After saying good night to their sons, Goku and ChiChi went to their bedroom. Goku settled in bed wearing his gi pants while ChiChi took a shower. While he waited for her, Goku was distraught and felt haunted.

Were they in this room together? Were they in this bed? Did they sleep on these sheets? He sniffed it. They were clean and newly washed. Goku couldn’t smell ChiChi’s scent. It didn’t mean she and Kenji didn’t take a tumble here.

It’s over. That letter meant they ended it.

Goku wanted that to mean he is the only one for ChiChi but he couldn’t see it that way. It didn’t matter if the relationship ended. Someone invaded his place and invaded his woman. His Saiyan blood demanded he confront but his Grandpa’s words refrained him from doing so.  

ChiChi emerged from the bathroom. Her hair was down and she wore a thin, red see-through nightgown that almost had him exploding into a Super Saiyan. Goku gripped the sheets to control himself. He was heartbroken but his body wanted her. Ah, how he wanted her. He could smell the exotic scent from between her legs. His mouth watered for a taste. It called for him to claim her but he couldn’t. Not after what she did.

She looks so pretty but did she wear this for Kenji?

“Do you like this?” ChiChi twirled for him. Her skirt flared showing her cute bottom and bare sex.

Goku gripped the sheets tighter. “Yeah,” his voice was tight as he willed his lower body to not react. “It’s nice.”

“I’m glad. I know I’m not young anymore but I’m happy you like it.” ChiChi climbed into bed. “I’m a little nervous.”

Because you were with another man?“ Why are you nervous?”

ChiChi blushed. Did Goku have to ask? “It’s been a while, Goku, and you’re so much stronger.” She climbed on Goku and straddled him so she was directly over his groin. “Let me start things off.” Goku pulled the sheets tighter. Don’t react he told his body. Don’t react. “Be gentle and patient with me.” ChiChi kissed his chest and slowly moved her way up his neck. It was torture! His body wanted to pin ChiChi underneath him. He wanted to bury his face between her legs but his mind wanted to shove her away.

When ChiChi moved in to kiss his lips, Goku turned away. “I can’t.” Goku closed his eyes. Remember Grandpa’s promise.

Goku’s rejection surprised ChiChi and his ‘I can’t’ felt cold. Maybe he’s having second thoughts now we’re not caught up in the moment. “I know I’m not young anymore but I thought in the kitchen when we…. and at the Budokai, we ….”

“That ain’t it.” She was beautiful and his body wanted her but his mind couldn’t stop thinking of ChiChi and Kenji. “My body is feeling weird, ChiChi.”

“Oh.” ChiChi slid off Goku. “Do you have to go to the toilet again?”

No, but he was feeling a little tired. As the day carried on, Goku felt his body adjusting to being alive again. “I do feel sleepy.” He wasn’t lying about that. He felt fatigue but not so much he couldn’t go one round with ChiChi. She didn’t need to know that. If he could fool her with sleepiness……

“Guess you’re getting used to a living body again.” ChiChi got out of bed. If they weren’t going to be intimate, there wasn’t a need for her sexy lingerie. She went to the chest drawer and pulled out a cotton nightgown. “I’m glad that’s it,” she laughed as she removed her see-through gown and returned it to the drawer. “Í thought you changed your mind because I am older.”

Goku pulled at the sheets again as he watch his naked wife put on the cotton nightgown. “Ya ain’t old. Ya look the same to me. Still pretty,” he admired her breasts before she covered them. Remember Grandpa’s promise. Goku smiled at ChiChi as she returned to bed. He hoped to throw her off but it wasn’t easy fooling ChiChi. She knew him better than anyone. She could read his smiles and emotions. It might take a day or two but she always knew when he was hiding something. “I’m tired and I wanna sleep. I didn’t do a lot of sleeping when I was dead.”

“I bet you trained for days without rest,” ChiChi joked. She was disappointed but ChiChi understood. They weren’t on limited time anymore. What’s another day or two? “We can talk about the seven years.”

That was the last thing Goku wanted. “I just wanna sleep, ChiChi. I’m really tired.”

“A lot of fighting and food does make you sleepy.” ChiChi remembered after Goku won the Tenkaichi Budokai, he ate a hearty meal at her father’s castle and slept ten hours. Sometimes after grueling training with Piccolo and Gohan, Goku slept a very long time. He must be exhausted fighting Boo and adjusting to a live body again. “We can catch up later. We have plenty of time.” ChiChi pressed her lips to Goku’s cheek. “Good night, Goku.”

ChiChi expected Goku to say good night but he turned his back on her without saying a word. “Goku?”

“Good night, ChiChi.” He said it but ChiChi wasn’t comforted by Goku’s words. It added to his strange behavior at dinner. Something was off with him. Goku acted happy but ChiChi felt he wasn’t. Maybe adjusting to the living world affected Goku mentally and physically and in a few days, he’ll be his normal, lovable self. ChiChi wanted to believe that was it but her feminine instincts twitched there was another reason for Goku’s behavior and it told her trouble was brewing when everything was finally going right for them.

Part Forty-One: Bonding: Goku and Goten

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Top 7 WORST Dragon Ball Transformations

Honorable mention: Beast Zarbon

Because they turned my muscle twink into a bear...

Super Saiyan God

This fucker. As much as I like Battle of Gods, this redhead continued a trend that started with a green tinged Broly and ended with orange fucking Piccolo and a cast of otter pop flavored Super Saiyans.

At least Super Saiyan 4 wasn't just a recolor of a recolor...

Orange Piccolo

Speaking of lazy, visually unappealing, late stage capitalism embodying recolors, Piccolo is orange now. Yes I know he hasn't been relevant in a fight since his introduction in the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament and briefly when Toriyama remembered against Second Form Frieza and Imperfect Cell, but it's ok, don't worry kids, HE'S ORANGE.

Super Android 13

How is there still downhill from a trucker hat? Do you like this? Leave a comment on this webzone if you like this? Explain why you like his Vegeta hair and 90s earrings if you like this. Detail your obsession with blue skinned gingers if you like this.

Third Form Frieza

Why is he a xenomorph? Why is he a xenomorph?! I guess I wasn't expecting him to be a xenomorph, which is typical for Toriyama, but WHY IS HE A XENOMORPH??? Like it's weird he's the alien from Alien, right? And it's weirder that he's almost 1:1 the pirate robot Goku fought in OG Dragon Ball

Fifth Form Cooler

Oh fuck you. You fucking piece of shit. Fifth form? You're so non-canon it hurts. This couldn't just be his second form or idk his third form, since Frieza's second form was already Cooler. But it's his fifth! And Goku has to be there, because it's filler, so the threat needs to be bigger. It's not like the Frieza race are shapeshifters. Of course they're not dipshit, they all follow the same template. They're like the evolution chart detailing prehistoric ape to cromagnon man to blond guy. And this is his fifth form!

Imagine if this had been a Piccolo movie set while Goku was on Yardrat. We have Frieza's bro, who's not just miraculous stronger despite never doing anything about it, but he's still more powerful than the second form Frieza Piccolo fought. Idk. Fuck Coola

Super Buu

This one is basically a Dragon Ball IQ test. At first glance he looks ok, maybe even cool. However, those with sufficient gray matter can easily ascertain that he's actually garbage, and that Fat Buu was the best design all along. He's just so generic looking, which is almost impressive for a guy so pink and sponge-y looking. Oh. And his transformation includes raiding people's wardrobe without realizing that shit don't even match

Super Saiyan 3

See, a bad transformation isn't just about aesthetics. And don't get me wrong, the aesthetics are also awful. That caveman brow, the Raditz hair, those obscene spikes. But no, the worst part about Super Saiyan 3, the thing that I truly absolutely despise, is how effortlessly it cheapens Super Saiyan and Gohan's feat of going Beyond Super Saiyan

Because everyone had that thought the second Trunks arrived and went blond. That they could do it. Gohan, Vegeta, Ghost of Nappa, and any other Saiyan that might be out there. All of them could go Super Saiyan now, it's not prophecy after all. And that leads to the question of escalation. What next?

Well the Cell Saga answered this. Gohan was next. He went Beyond Super Saiyan. The boy did what his dad don't, he fucking mastered that shit. Then out comes Super Saiyan 3 like a baaaaad fart. But it only gets worse. It's a flawed, incomplete transformation that only works if you're dead. It's strong, but burns through energy faster than the body can collect it. And that's that. Dragon Ball ends, Goku saving the day without even using his new form. Dragon Ball GT introduces SS4 and DBS provides a crayon box of recolors for you to shove up your nose, all the while Super Saiyan 3 is left in the dust. It came, we all saw it, it sucked.

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Here we go with Dragon Ball Daima, episode 4. Goku is finally in Daimakai and things have started moving. Here's hoping we can ride that momentum after episode 3 finished strong.

I still like the way they're using the harsh Daimakai atmosphere to justify the very-much needed nerfs that will make the story they want to tell work.

We want the characters to use vehicles to get around for our show, so here, we'll lay out the rules and explain why Goku can't just fire up his aura and rocket across the entire length of Makai #3 in 5.2 seconds.

For another series, this sort of things might be frustrating. People turn out for, say, Iron Man because they want to see Iron Man do cool Iron Man shit.

But Son Goku is a very nerf-friendly character. His story is a journey of discovery and self-improvement. As a character, Goku isn't about what he can do today. He's about learning and growing so that he can do more tomorrow. Resetting Goku to a lower stage just gives him new mountains to climb.

He's sort of the ur-protagonist. You can plop him into anything. Make him a monster tamer or a sci-fi wizard or a magical girl. And as long as he has a path to self-improvement, as long as he has the ability to hone whatever new skills he's been given and better himself in the process, he'll always fit. It's always about the journey with Goku.

I do find it funny, however, that Goku spent a bit of time in episode 2 having to relearn how to fly and adjust to his new circumstances, but finally started to get a handle on it...

...only for the show to suddenly decide, no, Goku can't fly good for an entirely different set of circumstances and now he has to relearn again. Like. If you didn't want him to be good at flying then what was the fucking point of letting him relearn how to be good at flying two episodes ago?

We could have entirely skipped the "Goku can't fly well due to balance issues and works on getting the hang of it" bit. They nerfed his flying, had him get over the nerf, and then re-nerfed his flying once he actually arrived at the story.

I continue to be amazed at how poorly the first three episodes used their time.

But episode 4 is off to a good start.

The fight with this monster they rolled up on the Random Encounter Table lets us see that Mr. Scowly Man Glorio is more than just a shooty-gun guy, in a way that the low-stakes bar brawl he barely participated in didn't.

It also shows us that there are things living in the Sea of Darkness. We've been told that falling into the Sea of Darkness would mean instant death, so the existence of living predators within the sea implies that Glorio's statement may be more hyperbolic than literal.

Goku assesses that Glorio may be stronger than Kaioshin.

I think that's a fair place to put him. We know that Daimakai is on a different level from the mortal realm, but we also know that level isn't that different. Which is to say, the biggest and baddest guy in Daimakai was on par with Cell, so that's about the power structure we should reasonably be operating in here.

Beyond Frieza, but well below Buu-tier.

Probably except for the Tamagami, which have been suggested to be impossibly powerful foes that no one in Daimakai could possibly challenge, and thus may well be Buu-tier.

Kaioshin himself, despite being a character from the Buu arc, fits into that Android-tier power structure. He was well beyond Frieza but piss-your-pants terrified of Daimakai's very own King Dabra, who is on par with Cell.

So classifying Glorio as "Maybe stronger than Kaioshin" is a fair place to put him. In terms of consistency, this holds up.

Speaking of things holding up....

Goku's body can't move very well in this atmosphere but his mental discipline shouldn't have changed. Nor has it. Goku's ki sensing is still on point, as he detects incoming attacks purely by reading the presence of the creature about to attack.

Ki sensing is something that the anime frequently forgets the characters can do. It's inconvenient for fighters to not be able to lose track of each other and then be ambushed or hit with sneak attacks. Having a mental radar for where your opponent is at all times limits the kinds of surprises that can be thrown their way.

Consequently, Toei would often just shove that ability in a bin when choreographing action that didn't come out of the manga. As such, I'm pleasantly surprised by how much attention is being paid to it here. This is shaping up to be a very different anime.

They even take a moment to discuss, with Goku explaining to Glorio how sensing ki works.

This is interesting in its own way. Not only does it mean Glorio isn't capable of ki sensing, but in fact Glorio doesn't even know what ki is. And yet, he is capable of performing the flying technique bukujutsu. He knows some principles of ki manipulation without understanding the fundamental basis behind how he's doing it.

Not only does this set up Glorio as a character with potential to learn but it puts Goku in the position of being the experienced expert with knowledge to share.

One of the biggest problems with Super was that it deprived Goku of the mastery he's rightfully earned. He never gets to be treated as the master he should be and, if anything, is depicted as less of a martial artist than Vegeta.

So. Y'know. I'm here for this.

I can't stop staring at his hat.

I want to flick it.

Glorio. Glorio. I know you're Super Serious Grim Monotone Man. But. Just once. For me.

Flick the hat.

But without filling your stomach for a full week so we don't have to break series consistency to keep having scenes of Goku eating things. I see what you did there.

Stamina Potions have inconvenient lore attached so we're introducing Stamina Tonics.

And a new Fusion method because why not!

People have argued for years over whether Gogeta could beat up Vegetto. I am ready for Kagerota to enter the conversation.

Sky Seed transit is a fantasy demon realm version of firing people out of a cannon in the general direction of their destination. XD I love it.

It's giving me Secret of Mana meets assassin Taopaipai.

Full disclosure, I really thought that this episode would deal with having to track down the people who stole the plane or something.

That the crew went, "Well, that sucks. Guess we're hoofing it," and moved right the fuck along plane-less took me by surprise. Goku won the barfight but the skyjackers won the bar-war.

Today on "Things not to say to Fucking Son Goku". He's going to go out and collect the Dragon Balls incidentally just so he can fight the Tamagamis.

Goku: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Glorio: Stop it! Stop getting excited!

This is going to be "DO. NOT. Antagonize Beerus." all over again.

The way he said "forfeit years of your lives", my initial kneejerk reaction was that they'd literally suck the youth out of you. Which is. An absolutely horrific punishment. Holy shit.

Then I realized, no, they're probably talking about sending you away to like work in a mine or something. Years of indentured servitude. Which is still brutal and dystopian but in a more mundane way.

NOPE. SUCKING THE YOUTH OUT OF YOU.

FUCK THESE GUYS

I HOPE GOKU MURDERS THEM WITH INTENSE VIOLENCE

And this must be the girl from the credit sequences. On the scale of GT Pan to Caulifla, not great that her debut features her attempting to have a cool moment, immediately tripping over herself and flailing uselessly, then needing to be heroically saved from her own incompetence by Goku.

Definitely feeling the Pan vibe right now. However.

That taser seems to pack a hell of a punch, though. And the credit scenes suggest more of a gadgeteer Bulma-type character than a punchy-punch fighter, so I'm willing to see where this goes.

That said, the Goku fight is beautiful.

Very "Red Ribbon Army fight" meets "Rescuing Dende from Destroyed Namekian Village" while still having its own distinct identity. It's got that same RRA vibe, where you can feel the visceral difference between Goku and these shock troops. His well-trained skill and experience is on full display. His body simply moves in ways they don't know how to deal with.

Yeah, I'm nervous about how they're going to handle the new female character. Dragon Ball's women are few and far between and they have been very hit or miss with them. Their track record with the like 0.5% of their cast to have a bit of estrogen leaves a lot to be desired.

Nonetheless, episode 4 is by far the strongest yet. It dragged for three episodes but now that all of the setup is complete and we're actually doing the fun stuff, things are going strong. Hopefully, it's all uphill from here.

[demona-andariel]

Punished

Yeah, that guy lol. Don’t know what came over me when I wrote this. But I did and I finished it and why not post it and share with the world? It was fun and No regrets. With just being a one shot, I’m posting the link as well as just the entire thing here.

Warnings: Noncon, explicit sex, loss of virginity, whipping, +

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Summary: Thanos has to punish a prisoner for killing some of his soldiers. 

Words: 5,453

Punished - Thanos x OFC (Completed)

Thanos stared at his throne. His mission to save the universe and cut the entire population by half was going well, although slow. Each planet he visited felt the devastation of his attacks. Only for them to recover because of what he had done. Children weren’t starving on the streets. Countries weren’t going to war. Resources weren’t being depleted at a faster rate. All because of him.

He clasped his hands behind his back, feeling quite proud of himself. His ship orbited another planet he planned on conquering. This one was a bit different. This planet had powerful warriors protecting it. Although there were only ten of them, they were giving his army quite a fight. It made him wish he had more infinity stones. 

Soon , he thought. But for now, his army needed his help. Donning his armor, he made his way to the planet's surface.

The sound of people screaming, of ships being torn apart, explosions and the smell of blood woke Alanna from her slumber. She let out a cry of surprise as she scrambled to her feet. Where was she? She was in some sort of prison cell. Her hands were cuffed together in a strong device. She couldn’t break it. 

She searched deep inside of herself. Looking for the song that vibrated through her. She let out a cry of frustration. Nothing. She frowned. She’d only ever felt so empty when she- There was no way, she thought, shaking her head.

“Ah good, you’re awake,” the creature known as Ebony Maw said as he floated towards the front of her cell. 

She watched him, eyes glaring. “My friends will come for me,” she snarled. She couldn’t remember getting captured. But considering the fight they had been in was long and hellish it wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities.

Ebony Maw motioned with his fingers and the door opened. Before she could even attack, she felt her body being pulled toward the being. “Don’t-” he said softly as he stroked her cheek. “Even think about it. Now, be good and follow me. Otherwise-” There was a glint in his eyes.

Pushing back the fear in her own, she steeled herself and followed the tall alien. Questions swirled in her mind. What had happened? How did she end up on the enemy ship? Where were her friends? She passed by some guards, noting their positions and how far she’d walked. Once the song inside of her was back she’d be able to escape. 

They walked into a large throne room. Thanos sat in his throne, watching them, his eyes burning with intensity at her. “My lord,” Ebony Maw started to say, but his voice disappeared from her mind as her ears began to ring. Thanos had bandages on him. Her eyes spotted his armor. Cracked and almost unusable, proof of-

She dropped to her knees. 

Ebony Maw quickly turned and Thanos raised his eyebrows, leaning forward in his throne. 

“Leave us,” Thanos commanded, waving his hand at Ebony Maw.

“But, sire,” Ebony started to protest, but then quickly remembered his place. He nodded his head then left the room. Closing the doors behind him.

Thanos walked down from his throne towards her.

Alanna, don’t!  

“Why… why didn’t you kill me?!” she screamed at Thanos. She didn’t wait for his reply as she attacked him. Bound hands or no, she didn’t care. 

Thanos easily dodged her angered attacks, then grabbed her face with one hand and pushed her away. He smiled. “Do you wish to die?” he asked, standing over her. 

Tears rained down her face. Her mind still couldn’t remember what she’d done. But she knew. Judging by his armor, by the emptiness in her. She’d done a great amount of damage. 

He roughly grabbed her arms pulling them over her head as what seemed like a magnetic chain came down and attached itself to the device holding her hands together. 

“Tell me, little one,” he said in her ear as he slowly walked around her. “Where did you get such power?”

She looked away from him, refusing to answer his question. 

He chuckled. He’d been thinking long and hard on what to do with her. He’d met many people in his travels with various powers. But hers intrigued him.

Thanos watched her, amused at her attempts to escape. She pulled and wiggled. She even seemed to try to focus, only to give up and try the pulling again. She had been dangerous. Far more dangerous than he realized. When he had joined in the battle, his army was losing. It didn’t take him long to kill one of the heroes. And then two more fell by his blade when they tried to avenge their fallen comrade. 

He had spotted her, surrounded by a group of soldiers. Another hero. The smallest of the ten and clearly the weakest. Just as they were starting to win, the heroes facing his army seemed to grow stronger. Their powers became more lethal. Two more rushed at him, a man and a woman, this time they weren’t so easy to defeat. There were a few times he felt like he should have killed them. Only for them to barely escape his blade’s edge. 

The man almost had him, but hesitated a fraction of a second. That was enough for Thanos to drive his blade through the man’s chest. And then, the world seemed to go silent.

“Alanna, don’t!” the woman shouted at the weakest of them. “Get out, run, now!” she screamed, this time to her own men. She looked over at Thanos then ran away.

Alanna didn’t move. The ground under her feet trembled. He never retreated when he was in battle. But he could feel the raw energy. He had to destroy her. Just as he started to throw his blade, she arched her back and screamed. The energy she released rippled like a wave, fracturing machines and creatures in its path. He saw the creatures of his army closest to her obliterate as their bodies convulsed so hard their bones jutted out, puncturing them, and then they seemed to deflate into a puddle of jelly. One of his ships was close to the wave and he watched as the ship shook the front end apart. That destabilized it, causing it to crash into another one of his. 

When the wave hit him, he felt as if his body was trying to tear itself apart. His armor didn’t fare well, as it cracked and splintered on him. If he was closer, he might have died. Although, it was more likely that he would have stabbed her through the heart to stop her. 

And then she fainted. He quickly commanded Ebony Maw to take her before her hero friends could return. And then he finished what he had started.

“You have cost me many lives,” he muttered, as he picked up what appeared to be a stick near his throne. It acted as a type of whip when turned on. He had to punish her for killing so many in his army. But, he wasn’t going to kill her. At least not yet. He was going to see if she would join him. 

He moved his hand and a screen came down in front of her. With a snap of his finger, the screen turned into a mirror. He stood behind her menacingly, towering over her. She glared back at him in defiance. Before she could react. He easily ripped her suit, tearing it apart to reveal her naked chest and back. 

A strong sting across her back made her cry out. Realizing what he was doing and what he wanted, she bit her cheek as he slowly circled her. Whipping her hard enough to cause red welts, but not enough to bleed. She tried to clench her hands in the device that held them trapped. But it was too narrow. Her tan skin had red marks from where he’d whipped.

Her naked breasts heaved as she took deep breaths. 

Thanos frowned as he felt something stir in him. He hadn’t noticed that his cock had gotten hard. He walked around her, inspecting her in a new light. She wasn’t bad looking. Straight dark brown hair that was in a ponytail. She looked human, tan skin, supple breasts. Her body seemed to curve nicely in all the right places. Bigger hips, nice ass. Although she was smaller than the heroes she’d been fighting with, she was a little bit taller than most human women he’d seen. But that didn’t mean she could handle his cock. The red marks along her back and breasts, made his heart start to race. 

He wasn’t normally turned on like this. He’d never considered raping anyone. There was no need. His mission was always on his mind. It was hard to think about anything else. But now, thoughts of seeing how much of him she could take clouded his mind. If he did he ran the risk of breaking her. Her powers were interesting and unique. He’d never met anyone who vibrated so hard they could destroy a spaceship.

He watched her from behind. Eyeing her still clothed ass. An image of her crying as he stuffed his cock in her ass tantalized him. Then he pictured her coming while he fucked her ass. 

“Is that all you got?” she snapped. 

He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His heart was beating faster. Dare he? He found himself behind her. It would be unfortunate if he broke her. 

“Did you think that’s all I had in store to punish you?” he asked, placing his large hands on her hips. He heard her catch her breath and then her breathing quickened as he pressed himself against her. 

There was little doubt in his mind that she felt his hard cock. He could hear the short shallow breaths of fear. He easily ripped the rest of her clothing off of her and took a step back to admire her backside. 

She was watching him, through the mirror. He stepped closer again, running one hand along her body. She moved this time, desperately fighting to get away. But there was nowhere she could go. 

He let out a deep hum. Normally, he’d make a night of it. Spending some time in foreplay to allow his partner time to get ready for his giant cock. He ran one hand down the front of her body. She tried to close her legs, but he still pushed them apart with his hand. He stuck a finger in her, rubbing her clit at the same time and she jolted at the touch and penetration. 

“I don’t wish to break you, little one,” he growled in her ear. 

She whimpered. “Please,” she begged.

“Please? Do you want my cock so badly?” He smiled at the look of horror in her face. He dipped a second finger in, causing her to cry out. Her breasts moved up and down as her breathing deepened. 

“No,” she finally said, shaking her head. 

“No?” he asked, taking his fingers out of her pussy. She cried out and jumped as he stuck a finger in her ass. “Shall I take this instead?” He smiled. Giving her false hope. He would have her ass before they left the room. 

She bent her head down in resignation and he smiled as he pulled his finger out. He stripped off his clothes as he walked in front of her, positioning himself so she could see his erect cock. Her eyes grew large as she looked at him.

“It won’t fit,” she cried out, struggling again with her restraints. 

He laughed as he pulled them for her. The chain loosened quickly, causing her to land on her knees. He pulled her up again so that his cock was directly in front of her face. A little bit of precum leaked from the tip. “If you bite, I will not be kind to your ass.”

Her whole body shook, but she tentatively opened her mouth. He let her set the pace, he didn’t want to fuck an unconcious or dead woman. He wasn’t entirely sure if she was purposefully being bad. He could feel the tension in her jaw as she took him in her mouth. If she wasn’t so stressed, he had a feeling he could go deeper. Her tongue barely moved and she barely applied pressure much to his disappointment. 

“Pitiful,” he said, pulling out of her. He could take her off the chain and fuck her then and there. But, a better idea popped in his head.  

She looked away from him. 

He knew what he could do. He lowered the chain slowly watching her body shake again. She tried to keep her legs up to cover herself. But she wouldn’t be able to keep that position for long. A part of him wanted to comfort her. Tell her that she’d be alright. Rain kisses on her and touch her body till she was screaming in ecstasy. 

But, she had killed many of his men. 

She opened her eyes and let out a little scream when she realized that he was lying on the floor below her. His big angry cock aimed directly at her pussy. He caught her legs before she could kick him, slipping his thumb into her pussy and a finger in her ass. “Which one?” he asked, curiously. 

She shook her head. “Neither,” she breathed.

He laughed at the answer, pulling his hand out of her and watched her curiously. 

“Please,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “Just. Let me go?”

Thanos smiled. “You must be punished for what you did,” he said softly, reaching up his right hand to caress her face. 

Her whole body shook as she hung over him. About to be impaled by the biggest cock she’d ever seen. She felt his cock head run across her slit, making her cry more. “Please, just, beat me, or kill me,” she said, shaking her head some more. “You’re too big. You’ll break me.” Her arm muscles clenched from trying to hold herself up. She had to keep fighting. She couldn’t let him win so easily. But- She could begin to feel it. The song was slowly humming in her core. 

He smiled, placing one hand on her hip. His cock slipped in between her labia. She tried to pull herself up, away from him. Her muscles were too weak.

"Stop, please, don't," she whimpered. Her eyes stared back at him with absolute fear. "No, no," she cried, shaking her head as she tried to move, to get off him. But there was no where for her to go. "Please," she begged again.

He closed his eyes for a moment as a sob came out of her lips. She couldn't stop the invasion, and her cunt was slowly opening up to him. He should have prepared her more. Should have. But, she'd survive. Despite her seemingly small stature compared to the rest of her friends. She was rather strong.

He couldn't help but groan as the head of his cock finally settled inside of her. The biggest part of him was in. She had her head buried in the crook of her arm. Her body shook with sobs.

"Look at me," he commanded.

She shook her head, taking in deep heaving breathes. The reddening slashes she'd received tantalized him more.

"Look at me," he was far more forceful with his command.

Her lips pursed into grim determination. Fighter, rebellious, a creature to tame to show who is the real boss. Her cunt was incredibly tight. Almost a little too tight. Yes, he really should have prepared her more. But it was to late for that. He reached one hand out, rubbing her clit, making her gasp and arch her back.

"Look at me," he commanded. To his surprise, she did. Eyes begging for mercy.

"Please, stop."

Her words said one thing, but as he stroked her clit he could feel and see her body wanted something else. He nodded in agreement to her body. She took it the wrong way and relaxed. With one hand on her hip, and the other both stroking her clit and acting extra support for his cock, he pushed her down. It was quick with no room for her to think or react. Her eyes widened and she screamed. He didn't stop her descent until she was sitting on top of him. Her cunt had taken all of him, much to his surprise. The device that held her hands together unlocked. She cried out as she slightly fell forward, her free hands pressing on his chest for balance.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it, little one,” he cooed. 

She glared at him. Her eyes filled with rage. Her body trembled. He lifted her up with his hands then let her go so that she slammed back down. It was enough to make the fight leave her eyes.

“Stop, please, it hurts,” she whimpered, weakly banging on his chest. He didn't doubt it. As it was, he could already see how stretched out she was. There was no way she was used to anything so deep and huge inside of her. Her face show the various emotions from hate towards him to hate towards herself. Her tears didn't stop. He, in turn, just kept stroking her clit. She probably didn't notice.

He breathed heavily, but he didn’t move as he watched her. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into him. Sex wasn’t something he particularly craved. But, the red marks on her chest from the whipping he’d done for destroying what belonged to him, enticed his thoughts. And now, somehow, she’d taken his giant purple cock completely. He had thought that she could handle most of it, but she wouldn’t take all of him. But there she was, practically doing the splits and taking him in. 

It was the first time he’d tried it. He wasn’t a rapist. He did give her a choice after all. All she had to do was keep herself up on the chain. Keep herself above his cock till he got tired of waiting. He did promise himself he’d let her go. Especially since they would have been waiting an awfully long time. But she was too weak from fighting and stress.

Her breathing, although still deep, no longer had any pain in it. And her hands no longer beat on his chest.  

It was time. Gripping her hips, he pulled her up till the head of his cock was just inside then pushed her down while he pushed up with his hips. She cried again, shaking her head as she weakly pounded on his chest. She didn’t understand. He couldn’t wait anymore. She was too enticing. Her tight pussy clenched around him, hugging him tightly. He was going to use all of her. 

He sat up, to have better control since she refused to move. He pulled her arms back, enjoying the view of her breasts going up and down as he thrusted into her. Her power, his strength. What kind of kids would they have? Would she even be able to carry a baby. She was so tiny.

She moaned, catching his attention. That wasn’t of pain. That one was different. To his surprise, he realized she was fucking him back. Her hips were moving with his. She didn’t look at him, keeping her eyes closed.

“Are you enjoying yourself, little one?” he teased, slowing his rhythm so that she could feel every vein in him. 

She shook her head, but bit her lip at the same time. It didn’t stop the mewl from passing through. He laughed. 

“This was supposed to be a punishment for what you did to my army.” He pulled out again, so that the head of his cock was the only thing inside, before pulling her to him quickly while thrusting up.

She cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure. Then she opened her eyes. He could see it. Her body had betrayed her, building up a torrent of emotions that she needed to release. But, he wasn’t going to help her. At least, not anymore.

“Tell me, what do you want?” he teased. If she said the magic words, he would help her. 

She shook her head in defiance. 

Laughing again, he shrugged his shoulders as he picked up his pace. 

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, crying while at the same time moaning and groaning in pleasure in his ear. His hand roamed her ass. Another thing he would claim before they were through with her punishment. 

He stood up, easily keeping her in his arms as he slammed in and out of her. She barely weighed anything to him. It was so easy manipulating her body and barely used up his energy as he held her. She clutched to his neck tightly. Still giving his ears the sweet pleasure of her excited moans and groans, despite her desperate attempts to silence herself. A low vibration seemed to come from her body, antagonizing him. 

How would she sound if she were more willing? He pushed her against the wall, then wrapped one hand around her neck, squeezing it slightly. His mind ran wild with thoughts of what else they could do. She had taken all of him, and her still wet pussy around his cock told him that she was getting pleasure no matter how much she tried to deny it. All he was doing was driving his cock into her. How would she act if kissed, licked, bit and fondled? Played more with her clit than the random pressure and brush of his pubs on it. 

But this was supposed to be a punishment. She wasn’t supposed to get pleasure from this. He felt it, his end was nearing. He laid her on the ground, not leaving her sweet tight pussy. He wanted to be on top of her. He wanted to see her face when he came in her. She closed her eyes, looking away. Her mouth betrayed what she truly felt as couldn’t help but whimper. 

“Look at me,” he breathed. Did she know? Could she tell he was reaching his end?

She kept her head turned away. This wouldn’t do. He paused for a moment, pulling completely out. He heard her sigh in relief, but also was that a hint of disappointment? He smiled, she thought he was done. He closed her legs, letting her rest on her side, then pushed himself back in.

She cried out in pain. “Wait, no!”

From this position, she wasn’t as open for him. It was almost painful for him as he pushed his cock in and pulled her hips down on him. She tried to move her legs to open herself back up, but he kept them down. Finally, she looked at him. 

“When I say, look at me, you look,” he commanded. Giving her a few painful thrusts before he let her legs go. 

The rage in her beautiful eyes was gone. All that was left was resignation. He slowed down his pace, rubbing her belly. Was that him? Could he feel his cock inside of her? He groaned at the thought as he enjoyed every inch of her again, breathing in and out with pleasure. He smiled down at her. She didn’t react. In fact, her breathing was heavy and labored like his, but it didn’t look like she was at the edge of her orgasm anymore. 

If she came on his cock- His hand went between her legs, easily finding her clit, he rubbed it. She gasped, arching her back and tried to get away. 

A chuckle rumbled through him. “They say women have a hard time achieving an orgasm,” he said, playing with her. “Do you like my cock? The way it fills you up inside?” He moved deliberately slow again. 

She bit her lip, shaking her head, eyes once again fueled with rage. But the moans of pleasure were back. 

“I think you love my cock more than you’re letting on,” he cooed, picking up pace. “Cum on my cock.” He rubbed her clit, applying more pressure. Then he felt it. Her pussy clenched around his cock as her orgasm took control. She bit her hand to muffle her cries, making him laugh. Soft vibrations coursed through her into him, stimulating him even more. He couldn’t believe it. There was no way he could hold out anymore. 

“We’re going to make babies together,” he said. 

“No!” she cried out. The look of panic as she tried to stop him pushed him over the edge. 

Placing his hands over her shoulders, he let out a cry of pleasure, pressing her body down as he pushed in. He came in her and, much to his surprise, he felt her pussy spasming around his cock. She came again. Low vibrations coursed through him again, pleasing him. He looked down at her, enjoying the view of her crying form. He waited for her pussy to push out his limp cock. It didn’t take that long. He sat back, watching as his seed leaked out of her. 

She sat up, doing her best to cover her breasts with her hands, and curling her legs to cover her pussy. 

He watched her, eyes dancing with mirth. It didn’t escape his attention there was some blood on his cock. Although, it probably had more to do with how huge he was than her being a virgin. “Clean me up,” he commanded. 

“What?” she asked. 

“Did you think your punishment was done?” he asked.

She looked down at his flaccid cock. It was still big. He reached out, pinching her nipple and pulling her to him. 

“Will you continue to disobey me?” he asked, curiously. He wanted her to. He was already coming up with so many plans to punish her.

He could feel her heartbeat faster. Her eyes betrayed something. “I’ve,” she started as he played with her breasts. He could easily cup them both in one hand. “I’ve-”

“Were you a virgin this whole time?” It was almost more of a statement versus a question. He studied her. 

Was that shame in her eyes? It disappeared and was replaced by curiosity. “You didn’t die,” she stated. 

He laughed, shaking his head. Although he wanted to see her stuff her mouth with his cock again, feel her suck and lick him clean, this time make her do a better job. He was curious by her words. He grabbed both of her hands and placed them on his cock. Then he tenderly cupped her cheek.

“Why would you say that?” he asked.

She stared down at her hands, then carefully, she began examining his cock.

“I’m not entirely a virgin,” she admitted, looking into his eyes. He felt vibrations pulsing out of her. It was her!

He quickly grabbed onto her neck. “I can easily kill you,” he threatened. Although, the vibrations were feeling very nice. He’d seen what she could do.

“I can’t help it,” she said. “The first, and only guy I was with, I killed him. One simple orgasm and I literally made his body into pudding. I’ve never been with anyone since. I thought. I expected to kill you.”

He laughed again. “It takes more than a little vibration to kill a Titan,” he stated. 

She only nodded her head, studying him. Although he wanted her mouth on his cock, her hands were doing a decent job. “Will you leave my planet alone?” she finally asked. 

She didn’t know, he realized. He’d done what he had set out to do. He had culled half the population, but also the rest of the heroes who tried to stop him. “I’ve already left, little one,” he said. It wasn’t a lie.

She stopped running her hands along his shaft and pulled them back, looking down. He looked down even though he didn’t need to. He was ready for round two. Before he could say anything, she got up and placed both of her legs on either side of him, squatting down. She grabbed his cock, and guided it into her. 

They both let out a groan of pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, then slowly rose and sat back down. The sound of their bodies connecting, her skin hitting his, echoed through the room. The vibrations coming from her body were getting stronger. He loved that she was being active and actually fucking herself. There wasn’t the rage in them anymore. He kinda missed it. Although, he did like a gentle fucking now and again.

His hands played with her ass. She cried out in fear and tried to move away as one finger penetrated her asshole. “Please, don’t,” she said with tears in her eyes. He stuck another finger in, and she clutched his forearm, her body shook, amplifying the vibrations.

“I’m doing what you want,” she choked on tears. 

His free hand touched her face in a loving gesture as he added a third finger. “This is what you wanted,” he stated. 

Her eyes widened. Before she could think anymore on it, he pulled her off of him and forced her onto her knees. He snapped and a screen came down in front of them. He waved his hand so that it turned into a mirror. She struggled, but he could easily keep down with one hand. 

“No, please!” she cried out as she felt his hard cock rubbing against her ass. 

“As I said,” he stated, watching her eyes through the mirror. “You need to be punished.”

He pushed in, and she cried. He moved slowly this time. Savoring every second as he destroyed her ass. Her fists pounded on the floor then finally stopped when he was completely in. She didn’t move, taking shaky breaths as she waited. He didn’t move either, massaging her ass and belly. 

“Don’t worry, little one,” he said softly. “I do not intend to break you.” He reached down between her legs and began to circle around her clit as he slowly pulled out. Her breath of surprise made him smile. He found a good slow rhythm. A part of him wanted to just ram into her as fast as possible. But another part, worried about her mental state. He didn’t want to break his new toy. 

He pulled his hand away from her clit and her ass moved forward as her needy button searched for his fingers. That interested him. He moved his fingers back, eliciting a moan from her as she pushed her ass back into him. He watched with surprise as she fucked her own ass with his cock because she desperately wanted his fingers on her clit. Did she even know she was doing that?

He started to pick up pace, but she didn’t protest. Moans and  groans of pleasure passed through her mouth. The vibrations through her body started to get stronger. He wouldn’t be able to last long if she kept doing that. She clenched her right hand and banged it on the floor, letting out a high pitch scream through closed lips. Her ass clenched tightly around him as she came. The vibrations that her body made were stronger this time. He groaned, unable to control himself anymore. He picked up speed and then stopped, grunting as he came in her ass. 

He waited, till her ass pushed his limp cock out before he laid down on the ground, spent again. He felt her body lie down next to him on the cold floor. She was no longer vibrating. For a brief moment, he pictured the two of them laying in bed. He could force her to clean his cock, but he was merciful now and again. 

“I hate you,” she finally said. He looked down at her. She didn’t look at him, only up at the ceiling. Finally, she sat up. “You’ve killed my friends.”

“It had to be done,” he stated.

“You raped me.”

He sat up, trying to read her eyes. “You killed my men. I didn’t want to kill you. There’s something special about you. But I had to punish you.”

“You don’t die,” she stated. “I like sex.” 

A large smile crossed his face. He brought one of his large hands to her face again, rubbing her cheek. “You do make it rather interesting,” he said.

“If-” she paused. “If I cooperate. Will you be gentle?”

His eyes sparkled. “Sometimes,” he stated. “But sometimes you’ll need to be punished.” Her body shivered in response.  

[abbythewritor]

"Fairness." One Piece x Saitama reader, 2.

"Just a Normal girl looking for an everyday life. At least, if you call sailing across the seas with idiots with useless dreams a simple task, then you might wanna see a doctor. Seriously."

Warnings: Blood, gore, mentions of Luekimia, and heaps amount of blood and strength. It might be a little cursing, but not bad, and maybe some flirting in there, but it's mostly clean.

Other things:

-You didn't get bald due to your powers; you got bald to an extreme illness.

-You part of the straw hat crew, but others are interested in you and your power.

-Everyone that is a male is taller than you.

-Monsters from the OPM world will appear in One Piece, and I'll make some new monsters you will fight.

Enjoy the second chapter, everyone. :)

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These marine people were annoying.

They kept shooting their guns at us, and it didn't even work; I don't know why they were still trying.

Crocodile just turned into sand, and Jimbei used his power and scattered water everywhere, making them slip, Luffy, however, was rubber, as the bullets reflected off of him, as I was scattering them like flies, flinging and punching them everywhere.

"It's hot!' Luffy spoke as one of them was calling for backup, as me and the crocodile didn't change a face as we kept throwing marines into the fire or kicking the shit out of them.

One of them was about to attack Crocodile behind, but he turned before I simply slapped the guy, his body exploding in front of the warlord, whose eyes widened and looked at me.

I turned to Luffy and Jimbei. "Let's keep going forward!!" They nodded, crocodile still speechless, but shook it off as he followed us more onto the floor, Marines still coming out way.

Some shot at a crocodile with regular bullets, and some of his body parts turned into sand, large holes into his body as he simply smirked at them.

Surprised, they forgot to use special bullets as he stepped forward, his left hand forming a large sand whip as he whipped them away, falling into the lava below.

Luffy blew multiple blows at once; as Jimbei did Fishman Karate, all the men surrounded them, falling into the water, ate well.

The three looked around, wondering where I went as I was ahead, trouncing more Marines. As a group surrounded me simultaneously, I simply jumped in the air, flying before launching back down, breaking the ground as they flew apart, spreading throughout.

I dodged more oncoming attacks, hitting each person in the back of the neck while kicking, sending some flying upwards or downwards to their death.

But two were about to punch me simultaneously, so I grabbed their face, the wind blowing suddenly as I harshly glared at one of them, pulling them closer as their heads smashed together, their bodies plopping to the floor as some men that were held in cells were impressed, drooling over me as the bodies of the marines plopped to the floor. "SUEGEE!!" Luffy yelled, stars in his eyes as Jimbie smiled. "Never expected this girl to have this much strength." Crocodile hummed, eying you still as you freed some prisoners. "She scattered them like bugs." As I tore down some more cell doors, some men thanked me, as the other three did the same, making sure to free every man held up in here before moving on to the next floor. But, Crocodile stopped at a particular cell and smirked, my head tilting with confusion as he turned to the prisoners. "I'm thinking of breaking out of here...care to Join us, Mister one?" I also looked that way, seeing a man with a shaved head and a more chiseled body. He looked up and simply nodded as I quickly ripped the door open with one hand, as some prisoners were shocked. "WHAT STRENGTH!" They yelled as Mister 1 came out, bowing to Crocodile, before turning to me. "You strong...what's your name?" "Abby, how do you know Crocodile?" He smiled slightly. "I worked with him in Alabasta." "I see." I turned to look at Luffy and Jimbei going forward. "We should go; we can't waste time with conversation. It's nice to meet you, Mister One." I bowed respectfully before heading to Luffy and Jimbei as he looked to Crocodile. "She's interesting." Crocodile chuckled. "That she is.." With that, the two followed after us, along with many other prisoners, as we headed to floor four, where the alarms got louder but didn't bother us.

As we were running down the hall, Ivonka and Bon-chan seemed to have caught up with us and the others, and Luffy greeted them happily as we continued more down the hallway. Crocodile and Mister One caught up as well, Bon Chan not believing his eyes but ignoring them.

Soon enough, more marines were coming towards us as I jumped high in the air, flipping in the air as I kicked down, breaking the ground again as they all scattered, my face bit changing a shade of emotion. Ivanka's head grew big, helping with the load as Mister One was quick, slicing and killing the marines with the scissorsman, both of them watching each other back. I ran forward with Crocodile, bullets not affecting us as we took care of more ahead, Luffy and Jimbei helping the others in the back as everyone caught up again.

But, our path soon would be blocked by giant animals; my eyes widened with shock as they looked like the stuffed animals I had at home. "H-HOLY CRAP!" everyone was confused about why they wouldn't let us past, as a lady wearing a very revealing outfit came out, as her tongue licked her lips. "They won't let you all out, and neither would I!" I cringed as she was almost naked, and I'm glad I'm not dressed like that. But, as we were about to attack the giant stuffed animals, Ivanka's men/women stepped forward wanting to fight them for us, thanking them as he, him, Jimbei, Mister One, Ivanka, Crocodile, and others were allowed to pass through.

But, I had an ill feeling as I stepped back, as these stuffed animals seemed more robust than those people. "Guys! Go ahead, I'll help them!" Luffy was shocked. "But, Y/n, you're supposed to help me-" "I smile at him." Don't worry, I'll catch up. It will take me five seconds, tops." Not Knowing what you mean, he just nodded, as they all continued forwards, but Crocodile decided to stay behind as I ran back towards the stuffed Animals, them sensing me as they turned as I launched into the air. "You will not hurt these people! You will let us escape!!" I punched the Koala, and it was quickly killed and exploded when I only hit it once, as everyone's eyes widened suddenly. "WHAT?!!!!!!" Yelled Ivanka's crew as guts and organs were falling, and another one of the animals attacked; I teleported behind it, punched it in the back of the head, it sharing the same fate as his friend, as did the last one as well, which I blocked from punching a woman, as my feet slammed into its stomach, causing it to explode, and launch to the crocodile who was smirking, and grabbed its heart, and destroyed it with his sand power. My power shocked everyone, like how did I kill all three with one punch and a kick?! Crocodile showed no emotion on the outside, but secretly, his heart was racing with slight fear as he eyed you, wondering why you were hiding all that strength under your cuteness? He couldn’t read you, as the look you gave off were innocent, open minded, but no, inside you were ruthless, like a pirate should be. Soon enough, I motioned Ivanka's crew to continue as I ran to the crocodile, grabbing his hand as he followed. "Come on! Let's catch up!" Not thinking of anything when holding his hand, he was confused about why you were doing this but wasn't bothered from pulling away, as the two of you soon saw Luffy and the others.

Crocodile picked you up and used his sand to get you both quicker to them. You were in his arms as he landed, and Luffy smiled brightly, not bothered that the warlord was holding you, being careful not to drop you. "Y/n-san!!" He greeted, the others happy to see me again as Crocodile let me hop off, and I ran beside Jimbei. "How close are we to the next floor?!" Jimbei looked ahead. "Not far! You weren't kidding when you said you'd be five minutes! How did you manage that?” I smirked at his question. "A girl has her ways; now come on, everyone, let's go!"

"Yes!"

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We all were still trying to get out of level four, as more marines and guards were still trying to stop us, but quickly failed as I got cut slightly, my mouth hissing before Mister One sliced the person in front of me, his head turning. "You alright?!" I nod, taking a deep breath before punching another guy coming at me; he is just dead, even from the slightest impact. "I'm fine! Let's continue!" He was confused and ducked from a sword about to slice him as Bon-chan kicked him away, the scissorsman cutting the man dead. "They just keep coming! They really hate us, pirates, huh?!" Crocodile scoffed, bringing one in the air as he landed beside me, glaring at Luffy. "What the hell are they supposed to do? Let us leave with kittens and rainbows as souvenirs?" Bon-chan slumped as Crocodile dodged more bullets. "That would be nice..." "EVERYONE! I SEE THE STAIRS TO THE NEXT FLOOR! I WILL OPEN THE DOOR!" Scissorsman yelled, as I nodded, following him first as everyone ran with us and followed.

Soon enough, we reached a large door, and the man used his scissors, cutting in different directions until he stopped, the door already opening by itself.

We stopped, not knowing what was happening as some prisoners were about to enter the door, until I saw someone on the other side. "Wait!" I yelled, causing them to stop. "There's someone there!" A weird-shaped man, who was twirling his sword in the air, was facing us; it slammed into the ground as he glared at us harshly. "No criminal has gotten past me here and escaped alive!" My head tilted with confusion as I pointed to him blankly. "Who is this?" Scissors man stood beside me. "He is Hannyabal-the vice warden of this prison." He stated as more prisoners came up from behind. I sensed something more wrong as I saw guns pointing at them, and my eyes widened. "GET DOWN!!" The prisoners suddenly listened as gunshots fired, Luffy and Crocodile blocking everyone from getting hit; as some got tied into nets, Luffy and I looked back with slight annoyance. "Luffy... there are probably gunmen hiding in the stairs case; we must fight through them after all." His teeth gritted, as did the scissorsman, the Vice warden laughing. "That is right; there is no escape for you all!" He confessed as Luffy walked forward. I was about to stop him until Jimbei put a hand on my shoulder, his head shaking. I sighed and looked like Luffy was fighting him, but the Vice warden's attacks were quick as he struggled.

But, as the sword was about to hit Luffy's neck, I stood before him, my teeth biting on the blade as I broke instantly, his and the other's eyes widening suddenly.

"E-EH?!!!!!"

It was like slow motion, as the pieces of the blade fell to the floor, Luffy and Jimbei looking at me with utter shock, as the Vice warden stepped back with fear. "N-Now, wait a minute, h-how." I gave him no time to speak as I stepped aside, Luffy running to him and giving the warden a final blow as he slid back, unconscious.

The other soldiers were terrified, but they attacked anyway as the others helped fend them off, as the exit was right in front of us. Once all of the soldiers on this floor were down, we took a second and looked to the stairs to floor four.

But when we all thought we could get to the third floor, black-like mist spread from the stairs, and the warden was soon kicked out of the way.

The man seemed familiar to everyone, as you were clueless as he was more extensive, uglier, and seemed powerful. His menacing laugh arose around us as his eyes looked up at us with a sinister smirk. "I-Ive met him at J-Jaya!" Luffy spoke, his eyes widening as both men stared each other down; tension was high in the air as this man blocked our chance again to the third floor. "Oh! Wow! So many familiar faces!Interestingly, I get to see them all at once CHEHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Everyone glared at him harshly, while I was still confused about who he was, as I looked at Jimbeis, fist clenching. "It seems like you all were in the middle of something!" Teech!!!" Jimbei roared as the man looked at him, and both glared harshly at each other, the tension just as high as before.

"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU HERE?!!!"

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[hotxcheeto]

Hi! Hope your day is great!

Could you please write a reader(either having a crush or best friends with Vi) that is a rebellious rockstar (are there electric guitars in Arcane I don't remember) that is trying to expose Silco and get back Jinx by informing and rallying the people with her music. When Vi gets out of prison and looks for her sister she comes across the reader's live concert and spots some of Silco's goons attempting to cause an "accident" and tries to intervene.

Thanks for the fics I love every one of them!

━ 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Vi x G/N!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - honestly i'm not sure how much longer i will keep writing for arcane, i'm just not as passionate in the fandom as i used to be nor do i really find passion in writing for it anymore and i think that it's really showing in my writing and i don't want that to be the case nor do i want to disappoint people who love these fics. i will be finishing the rest of the requests i have for it, but from then, i am questioning continuing with it. thank you so much for requesting and i love that you love my fics!!

The music was at an ungodly volume that made Vi's head spin, walking through the crowds of people. The floods that Jinx neglected to warn her of when she'd told her where you were.

People were singing and screaming out the lyrics to the song that flooded through the speakers, the sounds of the instruments couldn't even attempt to drown out the person singing. They were much too strong.

Her mind was dazed at the thought of seeing you again. Wondering what you looked like now, if you'd stayed single or moved on with your life. If you missed her or not. Maybe you'd forgotten all about her.

No, that was stupid, she thought. You wouldn't forget her.

But what if you had? What if you locked eyes with the stranger that Vi had become and didn't recognize her at all? She was nobody to you anymore.

Vi nearly fought a few people trying to get through, fighting her thoughts at the same time before coming across a man that nearly made her trip. His face. She'd seen that face before. From where though was the question until her eyes shifted and another one that made the picture more clear, he'd caught her attention, waiting just near the stage.

He was the only one not singing, dancing or even smiling. Staring dead at the performers with his hand in his jacket.

Yeah, that face, she knew that face.

He'd been in the cell right next to hers.

She'd never forget, not when she'd smashed it in over a month ago.

He kissed Silco's ass, hardcore, and she doubted that he'd even been conscious enough to know who was beating his ass for talking shit. The scrawny little man had no idea who Silco truly was, or at least Vi had claimed so. The man disagreed.

Vi walked over to the guy, not even paying attention to the singing anymore, instead focused on him with tunnel vision so strong she was sure she'd never been more focused in her life.

He noticed it as well, finally tearing his eyes away from the singer and all the action to look over at the tall, muscular girl coming right at him. And something about that, Vi guessed, was intimidating.

But his eyes, his eyes told her that he knew exactly who she was.

His hand fell out of his jacket and he hurried right past her, even bumping her shoulder on the way. She just stared, stared at his back disappearing into the crowd of sweaty bodies that had now gone still.

That's when the realization that the music had stopped, there were cheers, but that was all. No strumming or drum hitting. Nothing.

She wondered if she imagined it.

"Vi?" She turned, eyebrows furrowed, seeing you standing there in a dramatic outfit with a powered down microphone in your hand.

"What the fuck?" Was the last thing that came out of your mouth before she hugged you. Your hands not moving from their place until your mind had caught up with the rest of you, your arms hugging her back.

"What're you doing here? How- you- you're alive? I mean, I heard rumors but... holy fuck."

"I swear I can explain it all." She said out of breath, despite not moving. Tears welled in her eyes and a choked tone that began to become more gravelly the more she leaned into your touch.

She could tell you were crying too. You were just better at keeping in.

"Was it you singing?" Vi pulled back, wiping her face as nonchalant as possible. "Yeah... it's more of a front than anything. Keeps a lot of heat off me but also... it makes it easier to do what's needed when people really like you."

Her eyebrows furrowed but you didn't elaborate, though from what Echo had told her about you and him trying to find a way to be rid of a certain old fuck, she guessed you'd need as much support as possible.

The guy might've been ancient looking, but he was no fool.

"So... singing?" You nodded at her question, gesturing to your friends. "These are my bandmates," they waved while continuing to pack equipment, in her haze, Vi barely even had noticed them take the same stage exit as you.

"..they were Echo's friends first." You joked, wiping away your own relief and sadness from your cheeks. "But they liked me."

"Who wouldn't?" She said before she could stop herself, looking you up and down once more trying to take in the fact you weren't the same kid she'd left behind. Or a kid at all.

"Hm, glad to see you're still a flirt." She watched you smile, the same smile you'd give her years go. "Some things never change."

There was an awkward, emotional silence between you both for a moment. Neither sure what to say.

"So..." You began. "Wanna get out of here?"

She nodded.

"That'd be nice."

[szilianna]

I wrote this a while ago and I just found this in my notes app, unfinished and now I decided to finish it. It's all sfw!!! I hope you guys like it:3

Eris x Reader

When did I learn to write like the average Wattpad fanfiction writer wtf (looking back at it, it's nothing like that😭)

That's it. Everything is over now. You've everything. The last thing you've felt is someone, possibly a pillager dragging you out of your hiding place, that was under the bed in a small house. You failed to protect your village and was defeated by the illagers. Now, all your friends, belongings, and even your life might be taken away. As you're being dragged by your hand through a field, mud and dirt get into your wounds. You can also hear several illagers and witches still celebrating their victory. You can hear the cries of children, and the cruel laughs of the illagers, as they prepare themselves to leave, and take what now belongs to them back to the mansion and outposts.

When you wake up, you find yourself in a cell. You can barely see anything, you can only feel how cold and hard the rough, dirty cobblestone floor is. Some illagers' voice gets to you from afar. They seem to be arguing about something. Next thing you know is the rusty iron door that the cell is sealed with opens, and a tall, balding vindicator yanks you out of the cell. You groan in pain as you fall on the dusty, yellowish birch wood floor, right in front of the feet of the vindicator leader's son, but you don't know it yet, the only thing you know is that you're not dead yet, and you're grateful for that.

- I'll take care of it then. This will have good use... There's always something to do around here, isn't there, Mr? - the vindicator then looks at the evoker that he was previously talking to, only to see that he no longer seems to be interested.

- Just take it Mr. I don't need your reasoning. I know what your desires are with it... To torture and kill, that's all you're good for. Now go, bring this pathetic human out of my way. And call the guard back.- the evoker demanded, then walked around the other cells to inspect the villager children. He was hoping they're just asleep or unconscious, and not dead from starvation, horrible treatment or fear.

You felt the vindicator's strong arms picking your weak body up from the floor, and carrying you like nothing. Unlike most vindicators, he was way more gentle, less clumsy, and didn't grunt as much. He carried you upstairs to the 2nd floor, where his room was. You were barely conscious as he put you down on his soft, wool bed, then covered you with the thick, red wool blanket. The mansion was colder than any structures you've been in before (aside from the ocean temple), your teeth started clattering unwantedly.

- You'll get used to it. - he said... Or was the vindicator really a "he"? His voice sounded way more womaly now, while just minutes ago, he spoke to an evoker with a deep, male voice. You almost ended up thinking about it, but your head was hurting like crazy, just like every single part of your body, so your main focus was now on trying to distract yourself from the pain. Your eyes were squeezed shut, and your whole face and body was stricky from blood and dirt. You felt disgusting, and the dry substances made your skin irritated, but you were so weak and wounded you couldn't even open your eyes.

- You though ya' could just defeat us? - you felt the bed move a little. Seems like the vindicator sat down next to you.

- You'll need way more power for that! And a bit more... Bravery... And cruelty... Ya' won't be a fighter till you don't know when to spare and when to kill. You're just a weak lady messing with my nation! But in the end, I have a little slave in exchange for walking a few miles and killing some helpless people... - you suddenly felt cold hands brushing over your bruised cheeks. You whined in pain as you gathered all your strength to pull away. Maybe you're going to die if you dare to resist the vindicator. You were almost 100% sure the vindicator you were so afraid of is a lady. Her voice, even though it was deep and harsh, it sounded a bit more feminine. The vindicator lady laughed at your pathetic attempt of trying to get away from her touch, and gently slapped your cheek, to which you teared up. She was strong judging by just the way she picked you up so effortlessly, and by the way her slaps hurt, even though she clearly didn't put any strength into it.

Then, you decided to slowly open your eyes to look around. In the dimly lit, spacious room you could see a table with some gray thing and a flower pot with no flower inside it. Your vision was still recovering and you were still not completely in a good state. It was maybe early evening? you thought.

- You finally woke up? - the vindicator lady asked, although it was obvious. You glanced over at her, only to face her looking at you with her cold, dark blue eyes. "Why doesn't she kill me?... Did she like... Is she stupid?" you wondered, but at the same time you were grateful for still being able to live. You kept eye contact with her for a few seconds, then when you couldn't endure her starte for longer, you looked away. While you could though, you took a look at her face and clothes as well. Her skin was pale gray, with not a single spot or imperfection on it. "Must be makeup." and you were right, it was make-up. Although she didn't look girly at all.

(finishing it rn because this is an absolutely diabolical ending)

She looked nothing like the women you saw back in your hometown... Probably because she was an illager, so it was a bit of a culture shock for you. Were all of them like this? You couldn't decide.

You watched the vindicator lady as she stood up, then walked to what you figured was a chest... There were almost no lights in the mansion, except for the hallways... And it was way too dark for your eyes to get used to it. So you could barely see anything. There was only a torch in the room serving as a ligh source, but it was at the door so it was basically good for nothing. You could see the vindicator's figure slowly getting closer to you with what seemed like some strange potion and some bandages in her hand. She sat down on the bed, then firmly took your hand... It wasn't pleasant. Neither was the substance she poured all over your hand. It stung and burnt but only for a few seconds... Before the sensation completely disappeared and for some reason, your hand wasn't hurting anymore.

- It's a healing potion - The vindicator said like this was some kind of basic knowledge that everyone knew, her tone was grumpy and annoyed... Like all illagers'. Though you've had some experience with potion brewing, you never actually cared about it, or memorized their names even though it wasn't hard. You nodded weakly. Then you felt her grab your other arm... And then your legs... Your torso too... And finally, your face. She poured the last few drops on a piece of cloth, and grabbed some of your hair with one hand, while she pressed the cloth against your bruised face multiple times, until all the wounds were gone. You felt exhausted and hungry, since your body had to heal so fast. You looked up at her as she let go of your hair, letting your head fall back onto the mattress. She wasn't necessarily bad looking she was just... She looked like an illager woman. Thick brows... Shit ton of makeup, which only caught your eyes because you've never seen anyone with this much makeup before... The villagers didn't wear any... Guess it's another illager thing that you found a bit strange.

Then without any explanation, she picked you up, then put you down on the bed again, this time more gentle.

- Rest, human. - She said as she patted your freshly healed shoulder, then she left the room. You looked at the bandages on the table, wondering what the hell she needed them for. She probably put them here by accident... She looked exhausted too. Not even exhausted... Like seriously sleep deprived. And now you "took" her bed. Even if it wasn't your fault, you felt a bit guilty for her. Since it was late at night, you tried to fall asleep, but could hardly do it since it was cold and you felt uneasy being surrounded by all these deadly creatures.

After a while, the vindicator came back. She was holding a plate with leftover food on it. She kneeled down in front you, then took a piece of food and offered it to you. It was some gross looking meat... But you still ate it. You were hungry after all. Something about this vindicator felt off yet comforting at the same time... How a creature this brutal could care for her mortal enemy this gently... That fascinated you.

She put the empty plate on the table, then she touched your face again

- You're cold aren't you? - *She asked, even though the answer was obvious. Humans aren't used to these conditions, and the illager woman knew that. She took her coat off, you saw that she's wearing multiple layers underneath, a black waistcoat and a red shirt, and probably some bottom layers as well. And she looked strong... You've never seen a woman this muscular before. She then unexpectedly laid down next to you, pulled the blanket over herself and you too, then cuddled you tightly. She didn't smell like she's showered in the past few days, but her warmth was comforting. You were a bit shocked by the gesture though, unaware that this was a completely normal everyday thing for illagers to prevent each other from freezing to death at night. Not even a minute later, she was asleep, snoring loudly, which made it hard for you to relax. Eventually, you were so tired that you were unbothered by all that, and you too, after some struggles, fell asleep.

The next day, you couldn't find the vindicator lady, only a note on the table. You could hardly read it since she didn't really know how to write. You were familiar with their runes, you learnt it from the villagers already.

"I won't be coming back until late evening. Don't leave the room. You could get yourself in danger"

You just nodded to yourself, too scared to leave the room anyways... You spent your whole day reading the books on her bookshelf, and drawing on some scrap paper... You finally heard the door open, and you were convinced it was the vindicator lady. However, she had some company with her... An old evoker, and another vindicator.* There they are. *She said, her voice was cold. You couldn't react as it happened all too fast. You were grabbed by the other vindicator, then before you could say anything, he knocked you out by slamming your head onto the desk.

That's when it all clicked... You're nothing to them... Just another experiment.

I hope you guys liked what you read :3333 i could write more stuff like this, both illager au and canon lore