#likeadragcn / black

[kiealer]

"I am a god, I do not 'perform' arts, they are performed FOR me."

He certainly checked off a lot of boxes across the board, though admittedly, she'd expect nothing less. She eyed a particular one that was left unchecked, and initially planned on raising a small fuss -- acts of service is her primary love language, after all, and to not be permitted to take care of her partner did not sit well with her. However, another one that was checked caught her eye.

He was willing to have children with her.

That in itself almost entirely makes up for the complaint she was about to raise. The concept alone was enough to have her blush, though she makes no verbal note of her discovery. Instead, her lips purse into a pout, and her eyes draw below, still wearing that orangey hue on her cheeks. Above everything else, she knows how detrimental everything they've cultivated is, and she realizes all her faults for being with him in the first place. Despite all that, she can't seem to help it.

❝I know. I'd like to do that for you, too, if you'd let me.❞

❝The fact that you check off so many boxes bothers me.❞ She scoffs, as if seemingly unaccepting of the facts laid before her. Her arms fold into one another in a defiant stance. Yet, she seems oddly firm and insistent, almost as if she's trying to tell herself what she's saying rather than him.

❝We are not compatible. The fact that you even did this is stupefying to me.❞ It has to be this way, after all, they way that things should be. Never mind the bright spark of interest that appeared in her eyes the moment she read over the form, or the titillating sensations ruminating beneath the surface -- no, she denies all of that. Only now do her cheeks dust a faint orange hue, an idea popping into mind that he may have done this because he's interested in her.

❝I-- I don't want anything to do with you. Don't even try.❞

[amitsuma]

"A rather interesting set of choices. Fitting for a god."

❝Oh, why, thank you. I thought so, too.❞ Her eyes narrow in interest, taking note of how every box was checked off save for one, and it wasn't even a deal-breaker. Her lips curl into an amused smile. ❝I must say, I'm surprised. I truly didn't believe anyone would mark off nearly every trait. It seems as though you and I need to chat a bit more, don't you think?❞

[acoldsovereign]

CONNECTIONS & CONTINUNITY.

Maiz has one future-- one where she dies horrifically. Or, she used to have only one. Decisions taken fracture her true, 'original' ending. Now, she is either doomed to live out her own personal dark, bleak future or avoid it altogether (--or to varying degrees, anyway).

MAIN VERSE (Z to Super):

Maiz makes her debut appearance Pre/During the Cell Games. Some 'space' months after the events of Broly -- The Legendary Super Saiyan, she touches down on some unnamed planet for resources, and ends up finding a frozen corpse. At first she thinks about passing it over (and does), but one of her slaves-- a Kokytan, alerts her to a thought/'feeling' they picked up: 'Pain. It hurts.'

The corpse is NOT a corpse.

Curiosity gets the better of her and she decides to bring it back to her ship for further studying. Through testing, she finds out this is a Saiyan body and drops everything to tend to him. Nursing him back to health, Broly is canonically the first survivor she ever sees since the Genocide. This also is the first time in-story she displays altruistic behavior. They eventually bond over time and become friends of the murdering kind. (Broly mentioned here is Kuro's/ @gazelessmenagerie).

Between the Discovery/Recovery of Broly and the last arc of Z, seven years have passed. Maiz at some point returns to the far reaches of outer space to continue her business; maintaining and seeking expansion of her twelve planet-empire. She officially touches down on Earth, and takes issue with the shape of the Race therein; Earthlings. She finds their mortal shells (which are remarkably similar to Saiyans) as a serious affront to her, and makes it a point to punish them for it. The majority of her exploits in-story takes place near Buu Saga and onwards:

Encountering and fighting an alternate Future Gohan that survived 17 & 18 (@likeadragcn).

Encountering, fighting and crushing on Future Trunks (@hopefromadoomedtimeline) In one scenario, he's successful in killing her but falls himself some time later and goes to visit her in Hell with King Yemma's permission.

Encountering Goku Black, allying herself with him and befriending him (@roseplendence) Other things happen. Several things happen, one of which leads her to meet Hearts (@clairvoyantcubes ) .She ... dislikes Hearts.

Encountering, fighting and eventually becoming engaged to/later marrying Future Trunks. (@peoplcshope).

Encountering, antagonizing/instigating a fight with Adult!Gohan, and being a general menace to him because his reactions are funny. (@n3rdb0x).

Encountering Vegeta and slowly bonding with him over lost culture/befriending him, encountering Turles and teaching him the old variant of the Saiyan language, encountering Granolah and antagonizing him about his Saiyan trauma when she finds out about it (@dragvnsovl).

Encountering, trying to and FAILING to antagonize Son Goku but ends up fighting him anyway (@age736).

And so on.

NOTE: Some of the verses detailed above (like the one concerning Broly) may or may not share loose/soft continuity or commonalities with each other! For example:

Z ERA:

The Maiz that fights Future Gohan (in the present timeline) is similar to the one that antagonizes Present/Adult!Gohan. The point of canon divergence is her personality. The version of Maiz that fought his future variant was colder and harsher; she was new to the planet. In fact, this interaction is the origin story for why she despises and loathes humanity (and Earth) so much. Maiz is emotionally and physically aggressive, abrasive, and dismissive of all things not immediately entertaining or interesting to her. In the second scenario, she's visited the planet multiple times but still loathes it with a fiery passion. Present Gohan is unfortunately a victim that was in the wrong place at the wrong time as this version of Maiz has picked up the habit of choosing people (humans, specifically) at random to antagonize/'learn about'. Any and all curiosity she has surrounding Earthlings are malicious in nature.

The version of Maiz that crushes on Thane's Trunks is the one that finds out where Yusuke Urameshi (@thuganomxcs) lives by stalking him. Hilariously enough, it's the same, exact Maiz-- the condescension, the violence, the sadism, aggression and egotism. The only divergence is who she chooses (which affects how she develops). The verse where she's with Yusuke instead is a derivative of this one; she only targeted him because she found out he was an ally or friend and aimed to torture or kill him to get to Trunks. (In actuality, all Trunks did was a pick up job for him, begging the question of how exactly she came about this information in the first place).

Six months later after she failed to get a rise out of Yusuke via banter, her response was to burn his house down and kill sixteen people. When that failed, she resorted to physical violence, concluding he wasn't completely human, because his lack of 'proper' responses to her were odd. She was proven correct. With her new goal of torturing Yusuke in mind, she picked up an Earthling contact to teach her his native dialect. They're still heavily unhealthy towards each other five months later; she's eaten parts of his flesh and drank some of his blood. He encourages her behavior while teasing her (and recently gifted her some of his flesh willingly). Oddly enough, he thinks her violence and unwarranted aggression towards him is attractive whilst she's become accustomed to his voice. This is the first time in-story Maiz has developed any type of sexual masochism.**

**Maiz's budding lean towards verbal degradation applies to Yusuke, only.

Also Trunks, in-story, was the first person Maiz grew romantically attracted to since the Genocide. Her deeper feelings escape self-reflection initially but she's becoming aware something is wrong. They've been enemies ever since they laid eyes on each other, they've been fighting ever since-- and yet, at some point she's shown different sides of herself. A side that knows mercy, a side that knows when to give him a break, one that honors (or remembers) rest. A side that knows jokes and humor-- and gasp!-- she has a flirtatious aspect. A side that remembers Bardock. She does not like what's happening but subconsciously wants him to reciprocate and will not take things well if he doesn't. Their 'relationship', if it could be called that, is complicated by many things; Trunks' moral compass, Maiz's lack of transparency and control issues, miscommunication on both sides and the lack of understanding of who the other really is or could be under the right circumstances.

The tragedy of this romance (if not addressed) leads to a scenario where she dies by Trunks' hands after 11 months of fighting/meeting him. In that verse, they're finally able to make up and talk to each other normally but not at first; Maiz is despondent, reclusive, silent. It's . . . not pleasant to see. After six years of staring at nothing in Hell, she talks to him-- finally remembering how to speak. Even worse, she holds no remorse for all the lives and homes she's destroyed. Unbeknownst to her, this is now fine with him. He doesn't care-- he doesn't have to. He's dead and has no moral obligation to uphold anymore.

The Maiz that meets Goku at the End of Z is disconnected from all other storylines, as are the ones that antagonize Granolah, the Maiz that meets Vegeta and so on.

SUPER ERA:

Maiz is focused on figuring out the secrets of aging to prevent it. She's close to 70, and will start showing her chronical age/her body will start to decline when she hits her 90s or 100s.

This quest for cellular dominance brings her to Black's doorstep. Err, his backyard actually-- and at night. The two are rather cordial and polite all things considered. It's not hard to see why they get along so well so quickly. Seizing his chance to learn more about his body, Black assumes the identity of a "low class Saiyan who was sent off planet" to gain her trust. Fortunately, it works. He is unaware that Maiz is very accepting-- she doesn't once ask why his Super Saiyan state is pink nor why he's like that all the time. Like with Thane's Trunks, she just assumed he was an atypical Saiyan with strange traits. These two bond, and in-story, he's her first friend and confidant, as well as the first healthy relationship she ever has. The base is not violence but one of mutual understanding, respect and civility-- this is because she sought help for her issues when she first suspected something was wrong with her. At first she thought it was a heart issue and so, sought a doctor. Hearts was who she found. It was a heart issue, but not the one she thought. She returns to Black some time later and is glad their bond has not only stayed intact but has grown stronger. They continue their occasional killing sprees on other planets (which eventually crawls into a slow stop due to lack of challenges and other reasons), tea outings and other mundane and not-so-mundane activities. He learns he's capable of caring for someone in that manner and she learns emotional honesty and patience when it comes to him. He's not well-versed in relationships for a reason . . .

This version of Maiz and Trunks (played by Jay) starts off a lot more violently and suddenly. The Maiz depicted here and the relationship itself could be a considered an extreme canon divergence of the Z version. Trunks is post Super instead of Pre Super/Post-Dabura/Dabura Era. He's also a Time Patroller. Maiz doesn't go looking for him-- he brings the fight to her. He has to. If he does not, Earth dies in a cold/heated space war between Universes 6 and 7.

Further differences are: They do not meet on Earth but on other planets. She doesn't know him, doesn't take him seriously, nor does she want to get to know him. Dislike of the other is mutual and strong, so much so that Maiz actually is trying to kill him from the start and is surprised when he doesn't die. Trunks can heal himself to a great extent but he's no Dende. Regardless, Maiz is PISSED when she witnesses him do it in front of her. She breaks a couple of his ribs with a kick for being 'dishonest'. The fighting stretches out over eight months. Both parties are tired of the other and try to end things. Doesn't work, but names are exchanged finally. Maiz is annoyed but curious about him. Eleven months later, same thing-- he discloses he's a Saiyan and his occupation, but leaves out he's only half. She's confused by his moral alignment but welcomes the fight all the same. Less annoyed by him and more curious, Maiz learns in-story to fight up close instead of constantly flinging and hitting him away. He's gotten stronger and yet, Maiz has some sort of advantage-- she's older and more battle experienced than him. The gap IS starting to close, however. He can feel it. It's not until two years later that things come to a head. The full fruits of his labor show-- he's not getting launched or pushed away so easily, and he's able to withstand her cold. Without realizing it, she's trained and conditioned him to be a tank. She's become more analytical and ruthless as well, going as far as to actually look forward to their fights. This was supposed to be the last one because as fun as it was, she couldn't neglect her planets for the thrill of killing one man. It was supposed to be the end. So why did they did end up sleeping with each other in Earth's freezing Tundras? Because she saw Bardock in him.

[sxs-a2]

@likeadragcn asked:

"Is this like a Kissing booth? Sweet." (cause I like you XD) -

FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES

The girl was waiting in front of Blu Hall academy for Trunks just to annoy him. Her back was leaning on the gate putting on black lipstick, then her heart pumped when she heard a familar voice. Her red eyes spot her longtime crush Son Goten approaching her. His comment about a 'KISSING BOOTH' made her blush and smile widely with her fangs.

🌸 → ❝ You're looking for a little something, handsome~? ❞

She stands on her toes and kisses him lightly on the lips, leaving a lipstick mark.

[kiealer]

It's now that she rues the past even deeper, recalling the conversation which he refers to. While under the impression that he was a trustworthy soul, she had divulged details regarding her inner feelings, giving him insight to what lies in the depths of her heart. Information that she freely disclosed under the guise of sharing with a dear friend is now being used against her in a way she never expected. Never had she felt more exposed, more targeted.

❝Stop,❞ the demand slips from her lips thoughtlessly, an automatic defense mechanism. ❝G-get away from me.❞ Despite her insistence, she herself made no move to further divide them. Her heart beats faster the closer he lingers. He spoke, but it was difficult to listen above the persistent rhythm in her ears.

Her eyes are given no choice but to gaze into his as he cradles her cheek. His gaze is dark, as to be expected, with a threat looming deep within them (even so, she can't look away, and not because he won't allow her to). In contrast, his touch is warm, and in any other scenario, she would even say loving, though she's aware of the devilish intentions underlying the gesture. In spite of that, she still does nothing to circumvent his schemes, almost as if she wants to remain in his hands.

Pale lips subtly tremble, half in desire, half in anticipation. He's hovering so tantalizingly close. Is he going to move? The question hangs in the air, leaving her on edge. Is he waiting on her? If she were to simply push forward… the fantasy pervades every inch of her mind, tempting her into impulsive action. But, before she can act, he shoves her away, creating distance and giving her reason to return to her senses. As though he had stolen her breath, she inhales sharply, swallowing anxiously. The questions were confined to her conscience, but she feels a great shame for having ever conjured them to begin with. She hadn't realized that her cheeks suffused with a bright orange hue the moment he touched her, giving away her demure disposition. She can't afford to allow him any more insight, but she can't hide what she truly feels forever. She always did wear her heart on her sleeve, for better or worse.

❝I…❞ She despises the chaotic mess in her head, thrown askew all due to his meager, minimal gesture. ❝I would do anything for the ones I love. I would protect them with everything I have, do whatever I have to do. But you…❞ Her voice shakes. She attempts to sound offended, to sound cross, though her success in that endeavor is questionable. ❝You have nothing to do with that! Y-you can't…❞ Her confidence falters, again swallowing her hesitance. He's shaken her. ❝You can't just do what you want and think I'll fall in line. Not for you. I won't!❞

Though, it sounds more like she's trying to assure herself rather than him.

“Oh that’s right..you are one of ‘those’ kind of mortals. Money, glory..none of those hold any merit to you.” The man took one step forward an instantaneously found himself in front of her. “I recall the story you told the man whom you thought was your friend. This leads me to believe what would sway you is ‘love’.” He spoke in a rather mocking tone, his face eerily close to her own once he spoke the sentence, ‘Goku’ was bold and maybe even a little careless…MAYBE.

“Such an irrelevant emotion, and yet you mortals are swayed by the concept. For millenia you’ve waged war, slauhgtered thousands and even those you would consider friend in the name of love.” That’s when his fingers gently captures her cheek, his dark hues gazes into her rather deeply with the smirk never leaving his face.

“Admittingly I grow fascinated to what you would do in the name of love, would you slay your fellow man, look away from one in need or perhaps betray your very morals for the very taste of it.” He brought her face closer towards his own before pushing her away. “Ha, I wonder.”

[kiealer]

@likeadragcn asked:

"How curious, it seems there are still survivors on this pitiful rock. You pathetic mortals can't even die properly. How many of you are there left anyway? A mere hundreds? Less?" His question asked with a rather wicked and crooked grin. (the irony of all this, is the world had forgotten Goku NOT once, not TWICE but three times though once in this particular timeline cause they never got to Cell. Now that savior's body is doing what he was sent to do.)

Seeing his face again left her feelings of ambiguity.

The once familiar, perhaps even friendly, figure had now developed a rather sour association, the sight of him leaving her uneasy and even uncertain. His appearance now often brought about calamity along with him, wreaking havoc onto a land that did not deserve further destruction. Not only that, he deceived her, lulled her into a false sense of security before ripping her heart from its cage and crushing it within his palm. He was responsible for utmost misery and betrayal. Thus, he should have infuriated her. He should have brought her nothing but bitterness and animosity. Yet… that wasn't the case.

Memories of times past flash behind her eyes, returning her to moments of a pattering heart, filling with renewing hope. All the time spent with him was treasured. He had once been the source of those fresh feelings, offering a new avenue, even though it was nothing but a lie. That detail ought to have been the snapping straw, the final thread to break that would unleash her fury… but it simply wasn't. Those precious feelings remained present, apparently so wrapped around his very being that she couldn't untangle them. She wouldn't dare put a name to what she feels, far too fearful of the repercussions. After all that's happened, she wouldn't dare say it, let alone think it.

❝Shut up,❞ she snaps, the visceral response automatic and aggressive. Her hurt hangs heavy in her heart. ❝I don't want to hear that from you. You're the reason… you're the reason why we're in this situation in the first place!❞ A bright, orange blast zooms past him, just barely missing his face and disappearing into the distance behind him. The sight of his smile irked her. It boiled her blood, pumped her heart.

❝You're not getting away with this,❞ she vows, staring at him with strong intent. What she's referring to isn't specified, though the implication lies in something deeper than simply his rampage among the world. The beginnings of tears form within her bright blues. ❝I won't let you!❞

[kiealer]

@likeadragcn asked:

"You actually think the months we've spent together have any merit?" Spat 'Goku' as he kept the head of his youngest son under his heel, applying little pressure every little moment that had the little one crying, screaming in agony and practically begging for Ninazu to come to his aid. Alas, he made it VERY clear that should she every try making one move that he found suspicious then goten would lose his life then and there. This betrayal erupted out of seemingly nowhere, however to 'Goku' it was a long time coming. For months he's taken his time learning the ins and outs of this body, even going as far as to lower himself to engage in small talks with these mongrels. Though bringing himself back into the moment..he thought and thought of her proposal..hmm maybe the time together was NOT meaningless and not always a part of his grand scheme in becoming Son Goku. "You've caught me in a rather charitable mood, if you bow down to your knees and beg for his freedom then on my word as a saiyan from earth I'll release him for his torment and of course he will be in your arms once again.

❝… Huh?❞

The very beginnings of cracks echo in her ears. Her heart hangs precariously above a deep pit, held only by the thinnest of strings, but it persists out of stubbornness. The image lying before her could not be real. In all the time she's spent by his side, this was unlike anything she'd experienced. He was such a kind, patient person, a sort of savior who appeared out of nowhere some months back. Before then, she had never met him; he was merely a man of legend, a myth that Gohan would divulge and endorse. To finally meet him finally gave her perspective, and based on experience, she was inclined to believe those tales. Her time with him was plentiful, and enjoyable. She came to cherish every minute spent with him, in ways she never expected. But now, the scene no longer matches with her memory.

Who is the man that stands in front of her? Something must have happened, that's the only conclusion she can conceivably come to.

❝Goku…❞ His "name" falls from her lips, an instance of her disbelief that goes against the reality starting to unravel. ❝You… you don't mean that.❞ Her eyes refuse to fall beneath his feet, denying the very real image of his assault on his youngest. The little one's cries rang in her ears, though she suppresses her panic. It urges her to take action, though her body doesn't move an inch. Her figure remains in stasis on its own, heeding his threat. When he spoke again, it felt like whiplash.

❝What are you talking about? What's wrong?❞ Dread carries her voice, clearly trying to contain her horror. His demand goes unanswered, at least for now. ❝I don't understand, this isn't like you. Goku, l-let him go.❞ All she can think to do is plead, attempting to repress the tears that threaten to spill over. The earlier cracking is becoming louder, signaling the break of her heart.

❝Goku, please…!❞

[kiealer]

@likeadragcn asked:

"What a bold mongrel you are. Don't you know lesser beings like yourself belong on their knees in the presence of a god? Since you've caught me in a rather charitable mood, I will spare your soul a painful death. But only when you bow."

❝Oh, is that so?❞ She bitterly sneers, far too unamused by his bout of 'mercy'. He's simply toying with her, and she refuses to take the bait. It didn't matter what he said, she wouldn't dare heed a word. Never mind the briefest flash of a fantasy behind her eyes, a thought never to be spoken of and only indicated by the slightest bite of her lip. Still, she persists, retaining her bravado and strong-willed demeanor. ❝You think I'll just do ask you ask? Not a chance.❞

❝You'll have to make me.❞

[kiealer]

❝I won't break so easily!❞ She declares, the beginnings of vexation creeping in beneath the frustration she was already experiencing. He plans to test her, perhaps toy with her, to see how far he can push her limits, likely until she's reached her end. What she once thought he was incapable of turns out to be precisely what he relishes in. This wouldn't be the first time she's encountered a death-defying scenario, and surely, thanks to him, this wouldn't be the last. She's about to contest his comment, until he brings about another matter, one that catches her off-guard.

❝My feelings?❞ The suggestion is shocking. So much so, in fact, that it angers her. How he could have possibly obtained any intel regarding her personal emotions, she couldn't bear to guess. However, memories of moments past resurface, ones that she once thought held deeper meaning, and thus she had shared vulnerabilities, even hopes, with him. It's now that she regrets letting him in at all, though merely on a surface level -- she can't find it within her heart to truly rue them. But she can't do that. She has to deny them. It would be wrong of her not to. ❝What do you know about my feelings?❞

'Perhaps in your heart, you wish to rule by my side.' His words admittedly struck her. In truth, he knew something of how she felt, though surely, he didn't know what lied in the depths of her heart. There's no conceivable way he could know that. She's never dared spoken it aloud to a single soul, not even herself, so she can leave it to die like she knows it ought to. It just has to. She can't allow him to burrow into her heart more than he already has; any more than he deserves to.

❝I'm not interested,❞ she speaks as firmly as she can muster, although her tone is amiss, it still doesn't quite match what she wants to portray. ❝If you think you can convince me with power, you clearly don't know me as well as you say you do.❞

“Hmhmhmhmhmm…..HAHAHAHA!!!” It started as a mere chuckle under his breath seen by shaking shoulders and later erupts into joyous laughter after she had launched that beam of energy straight past him, of course Ninzau survived. The women weren’t like the feeble filth that once populated the planet, she was durable..far too durable and often times this new body wanted to test those limits of her rapid healing.

What techniques could he unleash, how strong would he have to power up in order to take her down. Yes, this Saiyan appetite was..’different’ but he would not lie and say it did not correlate with his own bloodlust. “Very soon we’ll discover your own limit, how much must I beat you until you finally stay down, how many people do I have to kill until I finally break your chivalrous spirit..hmph if I can even call it that.” 

Why would he question her chivalry? Well it came with the fact that she missed a clear shot of his face with that earlier blast. Past feelings of friendship or perhaps something more hath blinded her, it held her back and THAT, well that was exquisite. Could someone who chooses to fight for the weak still be indecisive? Would it be possible to turn her over on his side? After all, he had not come to destroy the planet..Oh no, he’s here to save humanity from themselves and recreate this world fit for a god like him to rule..and Earth will only be the Genesis of his plan.

“Tell me Ninazu, would you be interested in joining my cause to bring your world true salvation from itself? Before you deny this request I recommend you search your feelings, it’s there you will find great conflict. Perhaps in your heart, you wish to rule by my side, I can make you so much more than what you are, I can make you more than just a mongrel. Join me, and I can make you a god.”