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shower-phantom-ideas · 1 year ago

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Another DPXDC post for the first time

Yall remember winged danny? Yea me too the good ol days lads

But imagine Danny in Gothem cause hes either on the run from his family or the GIW you decide boys on the run and probably alone.

He gets picked up by the Waynes at some point and eventually he goes to have the “im not normal talk” but they all know. He is a meta or something. They have been waiting for him to be ready to tell them, if ever. They would accept him no matter what.

Except the time comes and he just “I have wings” and like everyone is shocked™️ Danny gets the idea hes about to be rejected and starts to fold in on himself and someone better snap out of it before the kid cries. Alfred is the one to speak first probably.

Just everyone so shocked but I mean it’s more a shock that they missed this instead of that Danny has wings. After that they fully accept him and apologise. Someone says the “we thought you were about to tell us about your powers!” Danny just has his own little moment before shouting “YOU GUYS KNOW I HAVE GHOST POWERS!?!?!!!?”

Anyway they move on and Danny hardly brings the wings up again but he does get seen around with them every once in a while. But eventually they find out hes not taking care of them as he should. It’s probably Duke who sees Danny with his messy wings and offers to help him.

Let Danny get help with self care ok. The Bats would all go nuts learning how to take care of Danny if he ever asks.

Now imagine the reverse of this and they all know he has wings but not that hes the High Ghost King Phantom.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #winged!danny #idk what the au was called tbh I wasn’t jn the phandom much in my high school years #I just wanna see them helping danny preen on #like hes a teen he aint takin care of himself at all and yall now it #he probably gets captured in a cage at some point and the whole bat clan in on a rampage #till they find Danny and hes gone ghost and best the baddies up #that or hes all chains and angsty and hurt and traumatised because this is why he hid his wings #I like that one better cause hurt the child #hahahaha danny becomes cagey after this for a while xD see u get it cause hes jn a cage lol #me and the joker would get along so well but would also be trying ti kill one another out of winning #wanna know how I got these scars? I was tryin to show that joker how a real man gets a scar #anyway I gotta get ready for bed cause it’s 644am lmao

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cowboyjazz · 1 year ago

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my self-insert dragon ball OC, sorra, has hella trauma, but gets rescued by goku and becomes his adopted daughter. it's cathartic as fuck to write, so please also try that. unfortunately for sorra, goku fucking dies three years later. this fucked-up fourteen year old is now saddled with grief and the feeling that she should have fought cell instead of her little brother gohan, and persues tutelage from the other strongest fighter on the planet, vegeta. it's been over a decade since then.

i've been writing this OC for a year at least, and recently, i've been thinking about mind reading in dragon ball. they drop it as soon as it's introduced, for one; for two, if i was grappling with a childhood full of abuse and had the ability to share that burden instantly with a trusted confidant, i would do that shit in a heartbeat.

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The sun filtering through Sorra's dirty porch window lit up her living room, but the light didn't reach her kitchen. It gave the apartment a lopsided energy. She'd been lying on the couch for what seemed like hours, and her phone got boring ages ago. She readjusted, careful not to kick her kind-of-uncle in the head. He sat on the floor. Inexplicably, it was his usual spot, and it was where he'd been since Sorra had gotten home. She was in a sensitive mood when they finished their training for the day, and although neither had acknowledged it out loud, she was soothed by his company. The entire bag of chips that he had knocked out in the meantime was a fair price. His voice had been left largely unused until now, and croaked slightly when he finally broke the silence.

"When you ask me to share your memories, does that really help you?"

"I... yeah, it does," Sorra responded in surprise. She shifted upright. "Why do you ask?"

"Come here," he said cooly.

Sorra maneuvered to Vegeta's front. His expression betrayed nothing. His hand was steady as it reached for hers, and careful not to grab her prosthetic. He placed her open palm on his forehead. Sorra did not have words for what she saw.

When she pulled away, she was shaking. Sweat chilled her neck and forehead. She looked up to meet his evaluating gaze. She couldn't speak for a moment, but knew how important it was that she did. He was never this vulnerable with her. Even now, he was entirely in control of himself.

"How do you feel?" she ventured.

"Fine." His expression remained unchanged.

Sorra sat back on her heels. She allowed her head to loll backwards, and studied the ceiling absentmindedly. When she closed her eyes, she could vividly recall what she had just seen.

All of the memories that he shared with her were violent. Frankly, she had expected more gore. So much of it was just... Vegeta's ki. Gigantic blasts, and his knowledge of what was in front of them. His apathy.

Old memories like these often felt... altered. Touched. They all have some spots that are clearer than others, where they have most often been revisited, like fingerprints on foggy glass. They leave traces of how they are remembered, too. Sorra's flashbacks left certain memories drenched in anxiety and grief-- at least, according to Vegeta. She searched his memories for the same.

She found regret, of course. She could feel a dull ache in her chest. Guilt, probably. The self-loathing was familiar to Sorra, and that was everywhere.

He'd remembered some of these many, many times. His recollections spread out before her like tree rings, and Sorra could feel them change throughout the years. He had been proud of these, not so long ago. More recently, though...

"How often do you think of this, Vegeta?"

"Every day."

"And does anything help?" Sorra pressed, hopeful.

"No," said her teacher, his tone passive and withdrawn.

Sorra released a soft sigh. The ceiling was white, with a sharp, pointed texture that Sorra didn't know the name of. It looked like someone had pressed into it with a trowel while it was wet, leaving peaks in the plaster that shone golden in the setting sunlight.

Easy, Sorra. Stay present. Focus. What does he need?

"It's horrible," she assured him.

"Barbaric," he echoed flatly.

The silence between them was vast.

Sorra shifted uneasily, eyes still tracing the shadows in the ceiling. "Whatever comfort I try to give you now, you'll reject it."

"Deservedly so."

"Why?"

"What the hell do you mean, why?!" Vegeta's tone broke free from its restraint. He lurched forward involuntarily. "You saw!"

"Yeah, I did," Sorra agreed, her temper warming. She leveled her gaze to meet his as he continued.

"My actions could never be seen as anything but thoughtless and cowardly! I spent decades under the rule of someone who slayed my entire people, dealing the same fate to hundreds of other planets at his beck and call like some servile dog! I bode my time to fight Frieza-- and for what?! In the end, I wasn't even the one to kill him! After all that, the one justification that I might have had--"

"Nothing can justify what you did." There was no venom in Sorra's interruption, but its inarguable truth was striking.

"...yes. Nothing. Even then, I..." Vegeta trailed off, words escaping him. None felt adequate. Regret permeated the man, soaking up through him. He wore it like defeat, but Sorra knew better.

"You've grown since then," she urged, her voice soft.

"It makes no difference."

"The man who did those things died on Namek. Didn't he?"

Vegeta said nothing.

"And you went to New Namek, recently, too--" Sorra attempted to elaborate.

"That is irrelevant," Vegeta spat.

"It is relevant! Dad told me what you asked him there." Her encouragement bounced off. Vegeta tensed.

"And any reparations that I may make won't--"

"Shut up and listen, Vegeta!" She shifted forward on her haunches, urgent. His posture was guarded, his arm blocking his chest as it rested on his leg. "You have saved this planet from complete annihilation twice since then. You've given everything you have to protect Earth basically since you arrived, even when you were being a total dick about it, and you've done nothing but grow stronger and more compassionate the entire time I've known you!"

Vegeta drew back, and his ki braced itself. Impossibly, he read her reassurances as an attack. His next defense was an old one. "Even so, nothing can undo what I had once spent my entire life doing! We both know what's coming for me when I die!"

"You saved my life, asshole!" Sorra spat.

Vegeta had died twice already. The eternal fate revealed to him the second time around was far from surprising, but it had definitely changed him. His altered perspective had to do with Bulma, she was sure-- some misguided sense of cosmic failure as a husband or a father or something-- but Sorra didn't take the bait. She wouldn't convince him of anything from that angle.

He was silent again, stunned by her reply. He couldn't walk that one back so easily, not to her face. She continued.

"The entire time I've known you, you've been improving. When we met, you already cared about Bulma and Trunks, right? I definitely think you did. And you agreed to train me, the spawn of the dreaded Kakarrot--"

"You harassed me for months to!"

"And you didn't even kill me for it! You took care of me when I lost my arm, you warned me not to trust Duria, you retaliated when she stabbed me--"

"Oh, don't brag on me for that! I killed your mother behind your back!" he protested.

"She wasn't my mom anymore, and you know it! Stop arguing with me, you fucking ethical masochist! You thought that I could handle what I was going through, and when you found out that I couldn't, you saved my life! You even stayed with me that night so I wouldn't try it again! You made me open up to you even though it was clearly uncomfortable for you to do so! Am I wrong?!"

"You... no. No, you're not," he muttered. Sorra waited for a retort, an argument, an insult, but none came. Vegeta was once again at a loss for words. It was a rare feat, but her victory rang hollow under such circumstances.

When Sorra spoke again, her voice was lower, but her intensity remained. "That's who I see when I look at you, Vegeta. Someone who reflects, and grows. I see someone who loves his family, and who's willing to self-sacrifice to make sure that they're safe. I see someone who fucking cares. That man that you remember, the Prince of All Saiyans? With the tail, and the dumbass shoulderpads? I don't know him. You're punishing someone else now."

Vegeta had looked down at some point. He studied his gloves placidly, fretting the fabric between his fingertips. She broke his focus, grabbing his hands in her own.

"You're right that nothing can undo what you did. It was still evil, Vegeta. You're right about that. But you can change what you will do, and in that department, you're head and shoulders above anybody else."

He released a short puff of a laugh. "I suppose, when you start out where I did..."

Sorra tentatively moved a hand up to his cheek, cupping it softly. He allowed her. "You're a good man, Vegeta. You don't have to believe that yet. You just have to trust me."

They both knew those words. He had said them to her years ago, when she was convinced that the world was cruel and unforgiving, and that she didn't belong in it.

With that, the weight of Sorra's compassion finally became too much for him. The remaining veneer of Vegeta's composure cracked under the pressure, releasing a quiet sob as it went. His brows knit tight together and he looked away, obscuring his eyes, but the tears that came from them were obvious. Sorra touched her free hand to his shoulder, allowing him a chance to pull away, but he did not. She pulled him to her chest, embracing his weakness, guarding him as he crumpled in her arms. She rested her hand between his shoulderblades.

Finally.

She prayed that she had given him even a sliver of the relief that she had felt when their roles were reversed. She was honored to even be given the chance to try.

#sorra #dbz #oc #vegeta #dragon ball #i'm sure i could pick and preen at this some more but it's long enough i don't wanna do too much more to it #i have been various stages of drunk throughout this process but i think sober cj will also like this haha #y'aaaaall i LOVE the dynamic between vegeta and my oc #i feel like sorra puts him in extreme enough circumstances throughout their relationship to one another that she kinda...#accelerates his character arc without altering it too much #mmmmwah i love vegeta i'm gonna kiss his whole face #peace out y'all #writing

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