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[baisacrafts]

Baisacrafts Anarkali and Panchi Suits: Redefining Classic Fashion with Kurti Pant Sets

When it comes to traditional wear that’s both fashionable and comfortable, Baisacrafts Anarkali, Panchi Suits, and Kurti Pant Set Designs are some of the best options to choose from. These outfits are designed to bring out the elegance and grace of every woman while providing a modern twist to classic ethnic styles. Whether you're looking for something simple or sophisticated, these styles have something for everyone.

Baisacrafts Anarkali :

Anarkali suits have always been a favorite in Indian fashion, and Baisacrafts Anarkali is no exception. Known for their rich fabrics and beautiful designs, Anarkali suits from Baisacrafts offer a perfect blend of tradition and modernity. The flowing, flared silhouette of these Anarkali dresses makes them a timeless choice for weddings, festivals, or any special occasion. Whether it’s for a formal event or a casual gathering, the Baisacrafts Anarkali can be styled in various ways to suit your taste.

Panchi Suits :

If you're looking for something more versatile, Panchi Suits are the ideal choice. These suits are designed to offer maximum comfort without compromising on style. The designs are often inspired by contemporary trends, making them suitable for both traditional and modern settings. Panchi Suits are perfect for daily wear, office wear, or even a casual outing. Their breathable fabric and relaxed fit make them an easy go-to option for busy women who don’t want to sacrifice elegance for comfort.

Kurti Pant Set Design :

One of the hottest trends in ethnic wear right now is the Kurti Pant Set Design. This combination of a stylish kurti paired with a sleek pant has taken the fashion world by storm. The kurti pant set offers a chic and contemporary alternative to the traditional salwar kameez. The designs range from simple and minimalistic to more embellished and elaborate. This versatile outfit can be worn for a range of occasions, from casual get-togethers to more formal events. It’s the perfect choice for women who want to keep their ethnic wear fashionable yet comfortable.

Conclusion

Whether you choose a Baisacrafts Anarkali, a Panchi Suit, or a Kurti Pant Set Design, each of these outfits brings a unique flair to your wardrobe. These stylish and comfortable choices are perfect for any occasion, offering a beautiful mix of tradition and modernity. Embrace the elegance of ethnic wear while keeping up with the latest fashion trends with these versatile options.

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud Across the Multiverse: The Glory of Mankind

Krillin wasn’t sure what to expect when it came to how his day would go, especially when you had a wife like his. Now don’t get him wrong, he loved 18 and the feeling was plenty mutual, that was for damn sure. It’s just that it so happened she was one very kinky sexual beast of a woman!! Their very first time together had left a very deep impression on her to a point that in their time together she developed a, shall we say, particular taste.  Or rather a kink she aimed to fulfil and play out whenever the opportunity presented itself, hell at one point she practically made money off of it. Not that he was complaining mind You, it only made him feel like the luckiest guy on the planet but damn it could be exhausting keeping up with her relentless thirst for her thrill. Small wonder as he followed 18 through the vast labyrinth of the Briefs family estate, their sweet little Marron left under the watchful eye and care of Bulma’s mother Panchy as the compact fighter walked behind his blonde bombshell cyborg wife. Eyes glued to her her swaying hips, her booty jiggling within the confinement of her tight denim jeans. Finally mustering up the effort to ask her. “So Uhm babe, any reason why we’re here today? What’s the ocassion?” He enquired as 18 glanced over her shoulder, those,cool blue eyes of hers twinkling with mischief.

“Oh don’t worry little man…you’ll find out soon enough…” she teased playfully, continuing to lead him to god only knows where. That enigmatic answer did little to reassure the former monk turned police officer as there was a part of him that knew one thing for certain. There was going to be sex involved and given they were at Bulma’s home, it was likely going to involve her, her mom, one of her Capsule Corp employees, or who or what knows. 18 just got a thrill out of seeing him sleep with and fucking other women together with him. In her mind,he was such a stud in bed that she couldn’t keep up with him, he’ll she had limitless stamina, what’s that tell you? The off duty officer knew he’d get s better answer and understanding soon as he and 18 came upon a room marked VIP. The deadly beauty pressing her palm on a scanner next to the wall, the doors sliding open as she looked at her man with a knowing grin. Krillin could only sigh and shrug as he decided to resign himself to his fate. He knew he could never say no to his wife especially with the lengths she went to get him sexual satisfaction and gratification.

“Alright alright. I’ll play your game…not like you wouldn’t be able to convince me to play it anyways…” He playfully quipped with a little tone of self deprecation. He was certain there was more than a fair share of guys who’d envy and hate him but who cared what they thought or had to say!! As he entered the VIP room with 18, the interior designed like some luxury hotel room suite. Complete with a nice view of south city outside and a luxurious queen sized bed. His wife gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch as she fished out a box of DynoCaps from her jeans pocket. Taking out s pair and pressing the buttons,throwing them across the room as a flash of coloured smoke came forth upon impact. Clearing to show two cryostasis containers that rather reminded him of the one 16 had been kept in before 18 and her brother woke him up. The Icy cool blonde looking over her shoulder at him with a catlike smile once more as she pushed a button on each container, a hiss and flow of steam as their doors opened, the occupants hidden by shadows and the pseudo dog as she looked at them.

“Wake uo you two, time for work…your guest of honour has arrived…” she quipped sensually,standing aside as she parked herself in a single seater chair,reclining nice and comfy,hesd resting on her palm as if she was getting ready to enjoy a show. Krillin finding his attention drawn to the enigmatic individuals in the pods as they soon emerged. The shortstack fighter dropping his jaw, blushjng redder than a traffic light as his eyes bugged out from beholding the sight as before him was what seemed to be Twins. There stood a pair of girls, identical to one another from head to toe, yet their respective colour palettes inverted from each other. One a fair olive skinned girl with Snow White hair,eyes covered by a sort of black blindfold with black thigh high high heeled boots and a white thing leotard with a stylish black outfit. Her sister on the other hand had onyx black hair rich milk chocolate dark skin which contrasted with her own Snow White blindfold boots and outfit save for the black leotard thong. But what stunned the compact z warrior was their bodies!! Good lord it was like some took a paI of toned fitness babes with the flexibility of swimmers and gymnasts and turned up a pornographic dial on them. Having more curves than a traffic freeway and a bodacious set of tits and ass that just screamed made for sex and down to fuck!! Hips that screamed made to bare children and thighs that could crush melons to pulp and juice!! His thoughts interrupted as he looked at 18 and said the first thing on his mind.

“Uhm,babe just what the actual hell?!” He all but yelled as the currently unarmed twins loomed their way at him. Feeling their eyes on him even through those blindfolds of theirs as if drinking in every detail about him. Making their way over to him, their lucious,juicy thigh high boots clad legs swaying and sashaying in ways thst made those bubble butts of theirs jiggle like jello, their tits bouncing hypnotically with every step before they parked themselves between him on the couch. Kneeling on the seat as tilted their heads inquisitively, hands caressing his face,their fingers and palms so silky thanks in part to the gloves they wore, making him shudder with the sudden assault of affection. Shocking him as they grabbed and pulled his shirt off of him, exposing his muscular torso as he gasped in shock. The twins humming as if they clearly liked what they saw,their hands now caressing and massaging his exposed form. Memorising every detail from his abs to his pecs and biceps. 18 looking on with devilish erotic delight as if she were looking at a high class work of art.

“Krillin meet 2B and 2P, little something left over from the Red Ribbon army back in the prototype phases for their android project. Bulma and 21 happened upon them by chance and asked me personally to oversee a little adjustment and modifications to them. Nothing much,just enhancing and customising them for your pleasure.” 18 spoke as she now provided him the names of his two mystery women. “2B is the pale skinned one,2P is the dark skinned one, and my little man,they’re made just for you. Their programming and their bodies are devoted to providing you the finest sexual relief and pleasure…consider it a well deserved gift for being such a stud…” licking her lips as she touched her tots with her free hand,idly pleasuring herself in anticipation of what she was about to witness. Secretly glancing at the mirror in the VIP room knowing it was a two way sort. 21 and Bulma on the other side in secret also eagerly awaiting the show with voyeuristic delight at seeing the fruits of their labour as out to play out and pay off. Hours to days and weeks of modifying 2B and 2P, enhancing their bodies, deleting all thst worthless data to make room for all the pair would need when it came to sex and pleasure. Making them the ideal comfort girls for the special little man in their lives.

“Sister 2P, sensors indicate an increase in pulse rate and body hest. Query,master Krillin, is this in response to us and our actions? Do sister and I please and excite you?” 2B catching his attention as she spoke for the first time. Her voice melodic yet so calm and composed. Acting as if she weren’t in the midsts of sensually massaging him together with her dusky skinned twin, their faces shifting between gazing at one another and him as their fingers and palms idly traced along his abs. As if they were examining a rare treasure,their lips so close to kissing him wherever they wanted if they so wanted to. Their big juicy tits rubbing and pressing against his chest as he coild feel their breath on him. Lord how many men had twin fantasies and would so envy him right now.

“Indeed Sister 2B the sentiment is echoed. Is that so master Krillin? Are you aroused? Do not hesitate to express your desires. Please sate your lusts and urges with our bodies.” 2P herself spoke as her voice unsurprisingly was indentical to 2B’s. Krillin unable to answer them properly,only shuddering and groaning from their soothing caress of his Adonis physique. The twins gynoids humming snd purring as if considering that a very acceptable answer, taking turns as they began to plant kisses along his neck and shoulders. His collarbone  caressed by their lips and tongues before he found them kissing him on his own. There was no doubt the databanks of their hard drives were loaded with thorough information regarding sex but for them, their first time kissing Krillin felt like a heavenly experience for the twin prototype red ribbon androids. Each locking lips with Krillin as they coaxed him to dance and press tongues together, air and spit swapped between them, at more than one point turning the make out into a three way kiss. Tongues dancing together ina sloppy game of tonsil hockey before the twins ceased their actions and pried themselves away from the fighting officer. The twins standing mere inches away from him as they glanced to 18, who simply grinned seductively as she nodded for them to continue.

Before Krillin could ask what she was signalling them for, his blush deepened, blood rushing to his loins as the crotch of his pants and boxers started to feel a little confining. Jaw dropping! Eyes hugging out as before him, 2B and 2P began to undress. Stripping off their outfits as they now stood naked before him save for their elbow length gloves and their sexy thigh high boots. Their contrasting complexions glistening with sensual perspiration, faces calm and stoic despised their currently nudity as they displayed themselves for him. Letting him drink in and admire their physical forms, made just for him and him alone. Before the twins pressed their fronts together,their tits rubbing against each other,hands caressing one another’s faces and their bubbly,juicy asses. “Sensors indicate master Krillin’s arousal. Our performance is adequate, our forms please him. Let us continue to further his arousal Sister…” 2B spoke Cool,calmly with a hint of increased sensuality. Massaging her chocolate skinned twin’s booty as she cupped and stroked her fsce. 2P mirroring her actions in kind as Krillin found himself unable to look away. His crotch bulging and swelling and it seemed they picked up on that as if knowing he was turned on motivated them.

“Yes sister…it pleases us to know our performance and actions bring him pleasure…” 2P spoke in turn,as they turned their blindfolded gazes towards him. ““Please master,continue to watch us. This is all for you. Indulge yourself in our bodies,enjoy us to your heart’s content…” with thst said,the twins lol,Ed at one another once more before they pressed their lips together. Skyrocketing his arousal with this combined lesbian and pseudo incest act as their tongues proved and explored each other’s mouths. Grinding their bodies against one another as deep throated moans filled the room. 18 getting up from her seat as she made her away around and behind the luxury couch, drao8ngnher arms around her husband’s shoulder as she hugged him, hands reaching down to cul and rub his groin. Purring seductively as she kissed along uo and don from his face to his neck and shoulders. Making him shudder and groan as her skilled hands began to unbuckle and undo his fly. Prying them apart to expose the pitched tent of his boxers. Getting the twins’ attention with the sound of his zipper as they looked and beheld his clothed erection. The deadly beauty widening her predatory smile as the twins got on their hands and knees, crawling towards their assigned master as 18 grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. The twins gasping with shock and delight as hismcock sprung forth into the open air before them. Prominent in its length and girth as they panted with sensual awe, hands grasping and stroking it intimately as if caressing a sacred treasure, their breaths warm as they took in the scent radiating off it. Rubbing their meaty thighs together as their pussy lips quivered and quaked with arousal,nectar gushing ad flowing forth.

““I know, takes your breaths away doesn’t it? All those pictures and videos we gave you girls of this thing in Action. But seeing it in the full flesh and blood is a whole different story isn’t it? This girls isn’t any mere sort of dick…this is a Cock. Your Master’s cock and nothing short of draining him dry will suffice…now get to work. This is what you been waiting for…” 18 spoke with fact and not mere hyperbole, the second she stopped speaking 2B and 2P began to assault Krillin’s shaft with licks and kisses. Sucking snd blowing on his meat stick from base to tip, even giving his balls attention as they drowned his pole with saliva. Faces flushed with arousal and desire as indeed 18 was correct. During 21 and bulma’s reprogramming process, they’d been fed a steady upload of videos and pictures of Krillin in action with them and 18 as well as many others. Hours upon hours of hardcore action to practise sessions to train their sexual holes to handle his length and girth with the special warrior momk brand dildos. To watching as what was to be expected of them as the pair of horny scientists made them view a Warrior Monk Krillin sex doll clone in action. Seeing an example of the real’s virility and prowess behind a two way mirror as the WM rutted with Haydee.

A particularly special android created together by 21 and Bulma’s combined erotic genius made specifically for hands in test runs and performance quality tests with every Krillin clone that came off the production line. After all they had to ensure each and every Warrior Monk was meeting their standards. Hours of seeing that bootylicious,faceless dark skinned gynoid piece of sex on legs in the throes of passion and ectasy as she glistened with sweat,taking thst cock like a pro, her pussy grasping and massaging that shaft as heavy balls slapped with every impact of their loins. That reminded 18 thst Bulma owed her a persomal haydee to gift to Krillin. It’d be ideal for his birthday or Christmas or even an anniversary present. But she digressed as she looked upon the twins deepthrosting snd double teaming her man’s cock. Uncaring of any suffocation as they enticed him to unleash his primal beast within and facefuck him to his heart’s content. The taste of his pre. Dazzling the tastebuds of their tongues, upping the ante as they sandwiched his cock between their marshmallow plump and soft tits. Making him buck his hips as pre sprayed and flew onto their cleavage, their tongues working their lewd magic on the thrusting, exposed tip. It excited and stirred erotic pride within the twins, once forgotten science projects in some red ribbon army lab, repurposed as persomal sexual relief companions for their new master. His responses music to their ears as they further upped their efforts. Each sitting in half his lap now as they shifted position to hotdog his saliva soaked cock between their bubbly asses.

Within seconds of trapping his shaft between their meaty buns,they began to twerk and dance, giving him a massaging jerkoff with their booties, their arousal reachung orgasmic levels as they felt his gush onto the lucious skin of their backsides. Their objectives shifting between wanting to taste his seed in their mouths or to feel their bodies be showered with that cream giving way to the more direct desire to mate and dare they think, breed with this, in their minds,pinnacle of manhood. To them their master was an adonis,an ideal alpha….the glory of mankind. The twins unable to help themselves as before Krillin knew it,he was holding 2B’s waist,fully nude as the bombshell cybernetic beauty straddled his lap. Bouncing and riding on his cock as deepthroated moans escaped her lovely lips, cries of master in between gasps and howls of whorish desire mixed with the slaps of her jiggling ass as she felt the raw primal bliss. The overwhelming desire of fulfilling her purpose, as she felt her master’s cock inside her, stuffing her with his godly girth and length. Her womb welcoming every knock against it as she held onto his strong shoulders, making out with him in a sloppy thirst as her tits rubbed against his firm pecs. 2P and 18 sitting on either side of them,the latter naked save for a lacy thong as she shamelessly played with herself. One hand plunging down the front of her thing to caress her slit,fingers plunging as nectar gushed and her other hand juggled and played with her tits. 2P idly playing with herself,both hands working her oussy as she eagerly awaited her turn, feeling the connected feedback he shared with her sister unit as she felt the delicious phantom sensations of their master’s cock within 2B. Orgasms rocking her snow haired paler sister’s wondrously gifted frame, as Krillin bucked and thrust into her gyraing hips, hands often slapping and squeezing her lewd ass.

2P of course soon wasnt waiting long as she found herself bent over the couch taking it from behind soggy style,tits swaying like some lewd newton’s cradle as krillin’s pelvis smacked and pistoned against her ass. Making her meat buns jiggle with every impact as his balls slapped her clit,cock jakchammering away as 2B and 18 looked on,scissoring one another as they ground their slits together in an erotic kiss of their own. The twins changing up with each and every any which instance of their master cumming. Every eruption of his wonderful shaft as it rained and sprayed inside and out of their bodies, going from one on one to two on one or the occasional 3 on one when 18 decided to get involved. Thst is when the blonde wasn’t masturbating like the shameless voyeur she was or keeping the one waiting for a turn with some not lesbian action. Bulma and 21 were certainly enjoying the show,having a warrior monk each keep them company as they watched their own personal amateur porn montage play out. 2B and 2P exceeding expectations in their drive to satisfy and make a good first impression on their master. Their lover,their king…the f glory of mankind as they were coming to call him. One riding him cowgirl style as another sat in his face, smothering his head with her flowing juices and her meaty asscheeks as the twins made out with each other, hands grasped and linked. To eating the other out as Krillin fucked her sister doggy style, the short king slurred on by his primal urges an desire to reward these two for their slutty devotion. He wasn’t sure how and or why 18 was gifting him like this but damn if she sure as hell knew how to convince him to accept it with gracious lust. 18 certaimlt receiving some gratitude from the twins as they squeezed her tits and massaged her ass, kissing her as she rode Krillin cowgirl style,the foursome making the queen sized bed shake and creak. 21 and Bulma sat exhausted in the laps of their Warrior Monks tired yet smiling,faces flushed as their lovers held them in their laps, cocks connected to their slutty,sloppy pussies as they looked on the exhausted group. Who basked know their afterglow as Krillin slept,his relaxed cock inside the embrace of 18′s pussy as she laid atop her man. 2B and 2P hugging an arm each,spooning against him,cute smiles on their blushing faces as their pussies gushed with excess seed. Their digital minds keeping them warm with dreams of further pleasures with their master and the hopes that they would bare his children. For the glory of mankind….

( @sweetescapeartist​ @pugsbone​ this one is for you ;) )

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[mr-cactisold]

Back to Life

Hello darlings! Well, this is my first fanfic on this fandom and it is a project that I have been wanting to do for some time. I don't speak english, so I used the google translator. Yes, I know that the translation is not 100% accurate, but it is what we have hahah.

This fic will be posted on Ao3 and Tumblr.

Some warnings:

 -This fanfic has a great chance of being 'canceled' for several reasons.

 -May have continuity errors (I am not experienced in creating a story: p) 

-This story will be translated by Google, since it was originally written in Portuguese and the author does not know English haha -This fanfic will have a Sherlock Holmes style. 

-Strong inspiration in Zeragii fanfic's (Link at the end of the notes)

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Visit this fanfic on Ao3!   https://archiveofourown.org/works/28382928/chapters/69543276#main

At first it was hard to believe, but it was there, right in front of him, he was not dead as they thought .... Well, as Panchito  had thought.

It was him, Francisco knew. He knew very well those extravagant green feathers, in addition to his bright red and blue tail, that same smug look, and of course, his damn cigar that he carried around with him (he broke his promise, right?). And besides, he knew the bird beside him in the photo, Nestor Rodrigues de Amaral, a young and very kind vulture he met when he first visited Vila Xurupita, not only him, but also Pedro Silvia dos Santos, Afonso Celso Garcia Reis and the beautiful girl Maria Vaz, although these last three are not in the photo (were they involved in this?)

Now his mind was full of doubts to the top, but they could be summed up in a single word: HOW?

He remembered, he was there, in the mahogany coffin, very expensive by the way (courtesy of Rocha Vaz, perhaps the only thing he was proud to buy for the parrot). He owes flowers, songs, cries and speeches. He saw José Henrique Oliveira Lima inside the coffin, in his yellow suit and Panama hat. That was 10 years ago, it was when the THREE CABALLEROS separated, for paths so different that it would be difficult to convince them that they were like brothers, of different mothers, of different fathers and of different countries (and many other differences)

At that time, Donald had gained nephews (Della Duck, why did you leave?) And took care of them alone for many years, but a year ago he had reconciled with his uncle, Scrooge McDuck and managed a small part of the richest duck companies in the world. world. Her nephews Huey, Dewey and Louie had grown up strong, healthy and were very intelligent, not counting little Webby, a little girl of many talents.

Panchito himself had gone his way, took a high position at the USM Border Secret Service after a lot of effort (despite having a lot of skills, being the son of Miguel and Maria ended up helping a little, but he doesn't like to think about it), it is now, it had a good patent on both the Mexican and the American side of the border. Yes, he was happy, his brother was going to get married a month away and everything looked so good, so perfect!

Until that morning ...

The moment he was summoned to Colonel Hawkin's office, everything seemed to sense something bad, but Francisco stood firm, entered through the dark wooden door, removed his huge umbrella and looked at Beagle behind the huge mahogany table.

-Mr Colonel? Antonio said he wanted to talk to me, did something happen? Do any cities along the border need help? Seizure of a drug or fugitive? Does the American government need help? Again? -And before he knew it, he was chattering and didn't even notice the arrival of another person in the room.

-Am I disturbing something? - The rooster stopped talking and turned so that he could see the owner of the voice: Paola, Colonel's daughter.

-Paola! My daughter, did something happen? - Panchito noticed that he was a little hoarse.

-No, no! I just came to see if you were all right. - The girl looked at the sombrero, her eye half closed - Hello, Panchie! ~

The rooster smiled, but maybe it came out more like a grimace, because the Mexican soon turned to her father:

-Back later, you guys look busy. Watch your throat, my father! Avoid talking so much- She turned, her light yellow dress patting Panchito's leg. - See you, boys! - And with a wink directed at Rooster, she slammed the door, making the pictures on the walls shudder.

-Well ... Senhor Francisco- Yes, she kept calling him by name

-Panchito is already good, Colonel.- He offers, with a bright smile.

-I like to keep the formalities. -He sighs and points to one of the two leather chairs in front of him. - You can sit down.

-Thank you, but I like to stand, I don't want to be sedentary- Hawkins was going to object, but he gave up.- What did you want to talk to me about?

-Well ... About that, yesterday a letter came from McDuck domains ...- The Mexican's eyes lit up, but before he could say anything, the Colonel continued- Ricardo said it was urgent.

Then he took a letter, closed by a bright red seal, and also a small yellow folder and handed it to the reddish brown cock, which he took in a hurry.

-Oh? A letter from Donald? Strange, I could have sent a quick message.- he asked, as he quickly opened the envelope, his eyes landed on the cursive letters.

At all times, he tried to stay positive. Yes Yes! He was Mr. Think Positive, right? But now, at the end of the letter, his head was turbulent.

He quickly took the yellow envelope, tearing the hem and taking the contents: A photo

If the letter itself had made him turbulent, the photo itself, oh heavens, only God knew how the great Panchito Pistoles, who had already participated in so many secret missions, in matters of life and death, which was still going on despite everything , but that now ....

He didn't realize how quickly the Colonel came to his side to trim him ...

Now, there he was, sitting in the leather chair he had refused to sit on.

-Paco? Paco! Look, how many fingers do you have here? ”It was Paola, waving her hand in front of her. She cast a look at Hawkins- Dad! I'll leave you for 5 minutes, and look what happens! -Now with a fan, she was shaking the cock.

-What did you see, Francisco? Is Donald in trouble? ”The beagle ignored his daughter, bending down to pick up the photo that Panchito had dropped. - What is it ..? - He looked at the photo

-H-He .... He's alive ...- babbled

-Who? Who's alive? -Paola shouted

-José ..... José Carioca is alive!

[kim-chann]

“Love?” [Osomatsu X Reader]

This was written on Wattpad, but I decided to post some written stories here too. Anyways, this was requested for a while back on Wattpad, but I decided to share it here on Tumblr too. 

"(Y/n)-chan, it's an emergency! (Y/n)-chan!!" Osomatsu screams, bursting into your room.

You turn your head, eyes wide as Osomatsu runs into your room, a face full of distraught in urgency, "What's wrong?! Did Karamatsu go missing?!"

"No--"

"Did Choromatsu lose his Nyaa-chan tickets?"

"No--"

"Did Ichimatsu lose ESP Kitty again?"

"No--"

"Did--

"No!" He interrupts you before you continue blabbering anything about his younger brothers. He pants, still recovering from running to your house. "It's not about my brothers," He sucks up a breathe, "Totoko-chan's looking for a boyfriend!"

"..." You stare at him. "Eh?"

"I know right! Now's my chance, (Y/n)-chan! I can finally ask her out!" He cheers, jumping up and down, doing handstands and dancing around chanting, 'girlfriend' with a blush on his cheeks.

"Oh..." You feel your heart throb painfully, a heavyweight pressing on your chest, watching Osomatsu cheer on, extremely happy that Totoko was looking for a boyfriend.

You knew that Osomatsu has had a crush on Totoko ever since he was a child. Of course, he would, she was much prettier than you anyway! (You're very beautiful, don't listen to my writing). You sigh and force on a smile as you block out the sad feeling in your gut, trying so hard not to shed tears right in front of him.

"That's very," you swallow a breath, "good to hear...!"

Osomatsu stops cheering, before taking your hands in his, "You gotta help me!" He exclaims, his eyes glistening with confidence. "Train me."

"...What do you mean?"

"Train me to become a good boyfriend for Totoko-chan!"

"What--"

He goes on his knees, not even letting you answer, "Please! Please! You're my best friend! You gotta help me! Please, please, please--!"

He grabs on your ankles, repeating his begs as he cries at your feet.

"Okay, okay! Please stop!" You beg back, hating Osomatsu begging for someone that can never be you.

"Really?" He immediately gets up from the floor and stands up straight, "That was easier than I thought! Lucky!~" He rubs his index finger under his nose and laughs.

You glare at him before crossing your arms, "Fine. Okay, when do we start? Tomorrow? Next Saturday? Sun--"

"Now!"

"Now?!"

"Yes!"

You open your mouth, struggling to find words, before sighing out in defeat. You were happy for Osomatsu, you were. But knowing that fact that he's come for your advice for a woman that he loves on which was not you, it was very hard not to hold in the heavyweight in your chest. But as long as he was happy, you were happy

You turn to him, "Okay, fine."

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"Show me how you'd dress if you were going in a date with Totoko-chan." You say.

You were creating up scenarios and observing how Osomatsu would react to them, before giving him advice and correcting things. Osomatsu immediately dragged you to his home when you agreed to help him, making it easier for you to create scenarios when everything he owned was in his house anyway.

He shuffles behind the paper door before opening it with a grin. Osomatsu was wearing his signature red hoodie with some jeans that he always wore.

"What? You didn't even change." You acknowledge, an eyebrow quirked at his actions. "Huh? I can't wear what I like to wear on dates? Lameee." He drags out his last remark, arms crossed behind his head as he puckers his lips in disappointment.

"Well, you can wear what you like on dates as long as it's casual. But knowing Totoko-chan she would always want her man prettied up for her to brag about on social media, you know? Try something more... formal." You critique, snapping your fingers in emphasis.

Osomatsu nods and hums at the same time, "You gotta point, (Y/n)-chan... so what do I wear?" He tilts his head.

"You can always wear a suit."

Osomatsu runs over to the closet and changes into the usual blue suit that he and his brothers all have. "Tada!~ Will Totoko-chan date me now?~ Hehe~" He winks.

You smile at him, eyebrows arched in appeal, "...Well," You say, trying to find the right words, "It can work, but do you have any other suits?"

He shakes his head.

You sigh, 'That won't due at all.' You think to yourself. You clear your throat, "Well since this is just training, make sure to buy a new suit because your blue one is overused and a bit old, is it not?"

"Ehh? But suits are expensive!" He pouts, puckering his lips.

You find yourself guilty as you pull out a 10,000 yen bill ($100). "Here, don't use it on Panchi--"

He swats it away from your hands as soon as you pull it out, "Yahoo! I can win big looting with this much money!! Yaho--" "AHEM."

He stops when you glare at him, "Use it on a cheap suit. Don't you use it on gambling, Oso. This is serious. Do you want to be Totoko-chan's boyfriend or what?"

He immediately calms down and sits on the ground, face serious, ready for your next scenario.

You didn't know why but you would felt a bit happier if he spent the money on Panchinko than Totoko. But you clear those thoughts from your head and tell him to stand up.

"How would you hold her hand?"

Osomatsu grabs your hand and interlocks his fingers into yours. You feel your heart hammer in your chest and eyes grow wide as your cheeks grow red. 'No,' you think. 'I can't, this is for Totoko-chan, not for you!'

You hold his hand, feeling it, before your face scums up in disgust, "Why are your hands so clammy?"

You feel Osomatsu tense up a bit, "Uh... umm."

Oh my fucking God. EW.

You yank your hand away from his, wiping it on your pants. "Gross! Gross!" You yell, the feeling of his clammy hands lingering on your hand was still buzzing strong. "Lesson number one!" You exclaim, "Wash your hands after jerking off!!"

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It was late evening as you took Osomatsu out for a walk before his brothers go home, not wanting them to interrupt your 'dating session' with Osomatsu.

Your cheeks were still flared up a bit, knowing that you indirectly touched his dick from his hands. Disgusting. But honestly, you touch both his hand and his dick? What a combo-- Okay, that's enough.

Your lesson this time was trying not to make the atmosphere awkward with your date. That was important. But it was a bit difficult, knowing that you just held his clammy hands after he just recently jerked off. Even Osomatsu was flustered. Strange.

"Osomatsu, try to start a conversation, it's getting awkward..."

"Ah! Right, right."

He clears his throat before he thinks to himself for a moment, "So, um... (Y/n)-chan," He starts off, "Did you like the date?"

Him using your name as training was a bit difficult, not knowing if he was getting into character or not. But you really wished he wasn't. "It was really good, Oso! Thank you for taking me out!" You giggle, smiling.

He giggles too, his cheeks dusted with pink.

"But if Totoko-chan didn't like it, what do you say?"

"You ungrateful, bitch."

"NO!"

"Eh--"

"For the love of God-- NO! That's the last thing you wanna say to her!" You say, trying so hard to contain your laughter.

"Ehh? But I'm trying my best! I'm sensitive here!" He puckers his lips and pouts again.

"Yes, I know that, Oso. But please just be gentle on women. If you really rile Totoko-chan up, I don't want her to hauler up your ass!"

"Oho~? You care about me, (Y/n)-chan. You're so cute!" He teases, him ruffling your hair.

"Of course, I'm your best friend!" You force yourself to say 'friend', trying not to damage your heart than it was already was.

Osomatsu remains silent at your remark before he yawns, "I'm tired."

"Don't yawn during your date, she'll think you're bored of her."

"Geez, why are women so complicated and overreact to everything we men do?" He rolls his eyes.

"I don't know, that's how this generation works now I guess." You pause, "But you're tired, right? Let's end the training session for today for we can continue tomorrow." You stop walking and look at Osomatsu.

"But I'm gonna ask her out tomorrow!"

"What? But that's too soon!"

"Eh... you win some you lose some. I gotta shoot my shot before anybody else gets on that sweet piece of ass!" He laughs.

Your eye twitches, trying not to kick him in the balls. "Osomatsu, don't say that at loud in front of Totoko, she'll just think you're just using her for a one night stand."

Osomatsu sighs and nods, "Fine, fine."

"Okay, before we go on our separate ways, let's review," You clear your throat, "The first thing you're gonna do tomorrow?"

"Buy a suit."

"What should you always do with Totoko-chan?"

"Listen to what she has to say, and don't question too much about her."

"Good. What about on a date?"

"Start conversations, and don't talk about yourself. Let Totoko-chan do most of the talking and only answer if she's asking you."

"What's another important thing you should remember?"

"...Smile at the appropriate time-- god, why do I have to do that?" He complains.

"If you stare at a girl and smile at her the whole time, she'll think you're a huge creep."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He says.

"And the last one for now: when should be the appropriate time to confess?"

"When you feel it in your gut and she has your attention..."

You smile, "Good! You did great." You say, ruffling his hair as he chuckles.

"Anyways, go get plenty of rest now, and go get Totoko-chan tomorrow!" You say, before you part ways, waving.

Osomatsu watches you go, a blush on his cheeks. He feels his heart hammering when he remembers the feeling of your hand run through his dark-brown locks. It was comforting. Really, really, comforting. He understands why Ichimatsu really likes head starches a lot now. He watches your figure disappear from his sight.

His body was tense.

His mind was trying to memorize what was his plan for tomorrow but it was all wiped down to one thing: (Y/n).

Why was he feeling like this? This was for Totoko-chan, right? When he tries to replace the image of you with Totoko-chan, his feelings turn a bit sick before automatically picturing your face once again.

...

Oh.

Oh.

God... how was this gonna work tomorrow?

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You dig your feet into your ground, a nervous blush on your cheeks as you lean against the tree. Why did Osomatsu call you out? Was he going to need help shopping?

"Oyyy! (Y/n)-chan!!" Osomatsu calls, gaining your attention. You turn your head as your eyes grow wide. He was wearing a red suit, what was going on?

"Oh wow, Oso! You look great!" You compliment. You felt a bit relieved that the money that you gave him was not spent on Panchinko but on a really great suit. You felt proud of yourself for that one.

Osomatsu giggles, a blush on his cheeks. "Thanks! You look hot too, babe!"

Woah what. You feel your cheeks redded at the sudden nickname, "W-Woah, where did that come from?" You ask, but secretly, you really liked it.

Osomatsu rubs his index finger under his nose. "Hehe, just thought I'd try it out."

You smile before you tug on his suit, "Not that I'm complaining, but why are you wearing your suit now? You should take it for Totoko-chan later today." You note, crossing your arms.

Osomatsu's cheeks dust with pink, "Oh... it's nothing really. Don't mind me." He says, shaking his head. "Okay...?"

He clears his throat, "Okay, let's go, I'm going to take you somewhere where you haven't been before. It's gonna be great!" He laughs, his hand gripping on your wrist gently before tugging you forward, making you run with him.

Shock is the only thing you can really feel at this moment. But nonetheless, you really enjoyed it.

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"How'd you reserve such a restaurant like this?" You say, sitting down at the table where the server led the two of you too.

Osomatsu giggles, "Secret, babe."

You blush again, "But I thought this was for Totoko."

Osomatsu's eyes widen when you mention her, trying to find his words, "...I'm just trying to pay you back."

"Oh! Well, you didn't really need to go this far, you know?" You smile at him.

Smile at the appropriate times

Osomatsu smiles at you, and shakes his head, "Nah, you deserve this. Besides, you've been too nice for a NEET like me."

"Wow, that is the first time you really admitted that you're a NEET." You raise your brows at him.

He stammers for a bit, "Well, I don't know. It just slipped out, babe." His poor excuse made you giggle at his awkwardness.

A server comes to your table as the both of you order, with smiles on your faces.

Silence grows between the two of you, as Osomatsu can feel his feat sweat as he fumbles with his suit.

Start conversations

"So um, (Y/n)-chan," Osomatsu starts, clearing his throat. "How are things lately?"

"Um? We just hung out yesterday. But I guess things are well. How about you? Ready to confess to Totoko later today?" You ask, leaning into the table, taking your drink straw in your mouth.

He feels himself grow uneasier by the second, he didn't want to spend the whole date... wait date? Yeah! Date! The thought was burned into his head as his cheeks flare up a shade of red. "Y-Yeah! I'm so r-ready!"

"Are... you okay?" You ask, leaning up, sitting straight.

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it."

He dares himself to look up at you in the eyes as his lips fall into a flat line. He wants to change up the subject about (Y/n) but how?

Listen to what she has to say, and don't question too much about her.

'Right, right.' He thinks to himself, confidence coming back to him. "I'm just wondering, what are some random facts about you?" He blurts out.

You blink, "Umm... well, I really like (favorite food), and I enjoy (favorite hobby), and hang out with you if that counts as a random fact, haha." You laugh.

'Was that a flirt? Was she flirting?' Osomatsu questions himself, his eyes locked on your joyed expression, admiring your amused face.

"What about you? What are some facts about you that I don't know?"

Osomatsu yelps, realizing that you were asking him a question, "Oh um... I did... I did ballet as a child--"

You burst out laughing, "Oh my god really?"

"Heyyy!"

"Don't get me wrong, it really suits you." You say, giggling to yourself.

"Is that an insult? You're so mean, babe!" He crosses his arms, making you laugh even more.

"No! No, I'm sorry! Please continue." You encourage.

Osomatsu huffs, "I'm really good at shooting games at the arcade."

"Ooh, that's pretty cool! I'm not that bad at those games."

He smiles, "And um... I don't know what else there is, haha~" He puts an arm behind his head, laughing it off.

"Don't worry about it." You say, laughing with him.

The server soon comes with the food, as the two of you dine in, conversing in conversations and having good laughs. He was doing a good job avoiding the subject of Totoko because he remembers these tips:

Smile when it's appropriate

Start conversations

And... listen to what she has to say, and don't question her too much.

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"Man I'm stuffed!" Osomatsu says, stretching.

"Same." You whine, walking out of the restaurant.

"Their food was top notch, would go there again if I had money again." His remark caused you to laugh.

"Where'd you get the money anyway?"

Osomatsu freezes up, "You..."

"Eh? Me? I thought you used it for the suit!"

"No, no, my dad came with me and bought me a suit to dress more appropriately." He says, rubbing his finger under his nose.

"Ahh, okay." It made more sense how a high-quality suit was bought more than 10,000 yen.

"Let's go, I wanna show you something," Osomatsu says, taking your hand into his. His hands were no longer clammy, it was soft. You were glad that he listened to you.

The two of you walked, hand in hand, listening to the crisp air as you walked down the sidewalk. The atmosphere wasn't awkward, so Osomatsu didn't bring up any conversations.

The two of you stopped at the park before he invites you to sit down on the bench with him. You smile before sitting down close to him, his hand still in yours.

"Woah, the stars look so pretty tonight." You say, looking up. Osomatsu looks up at you before gulping, a blush on his cheeks. His hands begin to grow sweaty as he holds yours a bit tighter.

You turn to him with a smile on your face, making him blush. "Thank you so much for taking me out today, Oso. I really appreciated it." You giggle, caushing him to struggle to find his words.

You looked so pretty in the moonlight.

Your smile.

Your eyes.

Your personality.

You were beautiful.

He gulps.

Confess when you feel it in your gut and she has your attention

"(Y/n)-chan," he calls, putting his free hand on top of the hand that was holding his other hand. "I need to tell you something."

"Yes, Oso?"

He feels his heart hammer out of his chest before he sucks in a breath, "I... I really like you! Please go out on a date with me again!" He shuts his eyes and places his forehead on your folded hands, bowing.

"I know I asked you for help about Totoko-chan, but I realized..." He raises his head, nervous tears in his eyes, "That I like you! Not Totoko-chan." He halts, "Please!"

Your eyes were wide as you stare at Osomatsu with your lips agape. You struggled to find words. But the only thing that comes in your mind repeatedly.

'Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy, shit--'

You feel his hands grow loose on yours, realizing that you were frozen up for took long. You quickly grab his hands again before making him face you, "Of course! Osomatsu! I'd love to date you!" You yell in his face, releasing all your built-up feelings for him, not knowing how to fully express it.

The next second, you feel yourself being lifted in the air, Osomatsu's arms on your waist and spins you around, him crying out in happiness. He drops you gently on the ground before he pulls you into a hug, and kisses your temple before screaming out, "Thank you so much Akatsuka-sensei!!!"

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Jonathan Joestar (hero) ANALYSIS

ALL RANKINGS WILL HAVE A 5 POINT SYSTEM  ( THERE MAY BE SOME SPOILERS, SO SPOILER WARNING!) I WILL LINK ALL OF MY REFERENCES/ SOURCES . ALL RANKINGS (1) BACKSTORY (2) PERSONALITY (3) ABILITIES (4)  APPEARANCE (5)  MOTIVATION (6)  CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT 

(1) BACKSTORY: 

   The son of George Joestar I, Jonathan is an honest, kind and positive man whose life is fraught with tragedy after meeting his adopted older brother, Dio Brando. In his battle against Dio, Jonathan becomes a Ripple user under the tutelage of the master Will Anthonio Zeppeli.  4/5 

(2)PERSONALITY 

  “ He's not just looks and clothes, but a real honest-to-god gentleman... I like it! “  —Speedwagon  (Jonathan was proud and mischievous, yet gentle. Despite already aspiring to be a "true gentleman", Jonathan lacked manners and mostly behaved like a normal child. His mother having died before he could remember her, and his fellow boys ostracizing him because of his status left Jonathan somewhat lonely. While at first, Jonathan didn't have his future strength of will, Dio unwittingly became the catalyst of his growth by pushing him to the edge and humiliating his then girlfriend Erina Pendleton. However, he did have the kindness and courage to immediately jump to Erina's rescue against two bullies bigger than him despite not knowing her. JoJo is determined to rid the world of Dio's evil First and foremost, Jonathan strives to become his definition of a "true gentleman" as he carries his Joestar name with pride, never betraying the code of conduct he has set for himself and will treat any fellow human with respect unless they prove evil.  Jonathan also possesses a fierce inner strength and the drive to face and overcome conflict, which Dio calls an "explosive power". That drive, fueled by his affection to his friends and loved ones, enabled him to overcome the direst situations, notably managing to save his wife Erina when their boat was overcome with zombies and he was fatally hit in the throat. Jonathan fights for what he believes in, and once he is committed to something, he won't back down until the deed is done. During his journey to find a cure for his father's illness, he was ambushed by a band of misfit hoodlums. He did not so much as flinch as he grasped an assailant's knife within his hand, saying he had much more riding on the fight than merely four fingers.  As a gentleman, Jonathan is also kind and positive. Jonathan has a mindset where he tries to imagine the consequences his actions would have on other people, even if they appear to be enemies. He is gentle and sympathetic, feeling pain even as he vanquishes a zombified copper. Despite his skill in fighting, he will never seriously harm a person without a valid reason. Even after everything Dio has done, Jonathan still considers him his brother, and sheds tears for him. His courteous nature as well as his mental fortitude and ability to withstand fear and pain, is the main reason Speedwagon decides to aid him on his journey. During his life, Jonathan has always had an impulse to save others, beginning with Erina, and ending with his thought of a nearby baby just as he was agonizing from Dio's attack. Yet Jonathan can feel righteous fury at the evilness of his foes, and will conduct justice by vanquishing them. He admitted that his reason for fighting Dio wasn't out of duty for saving the world, but to avenge his loved ones that Dio had killed. Moreover, he has no pity for truly despicable individuals he is not familiar with such as Doobie. With his courage and spirit, Jonathan sets a legacy as the first JoJo of the series.Fascinated with the Stone Mask, Jonathan tried to study it and even took on the path of archaeology. However, not having thought of putting in on anyone, Jonathan didn't discover its true purpose himself. 5/5 

(3) ABILITIES:  

 Athleticism - Jonathan had lived a rough past as the son of an aristocrat, and was known in his childhood to have been at least a competent boxer. In his college life, he played Rugby alongside Dio Brando, and was revered as one of the two stars of Hugh Hudson Academy.Even prior to learning the Ripple, Jonathan was able to hold his own against three thugs, Speedwagon among them, with sheer might and willpower. He was capable of wielding various weaponry held by the suits of armor in the Joestar Mansion. He had also performed incredible feats of strength, such as jumping from the hilt of a sword and hoisting himself up to the second floor while doing a flip over the guardrails, despite his arm being inhibited by a spear pierced into his pectorals. Perhaps his greatest display of strength was after being revitalized and empowered by Zeppeli's Ultimate Deep Pass Overdrive, where he ripped through 3 steel bars clutching his neck, a feat that even the mighty zombie Tarkus outright admitted he was incapable of.  

 Intelligence - Jonathan is shown to be an intelligent person and a very competent thinker during battles, constantly coming up with new strategies mid-combat to defeat foes such as Bruford and Dio. Academically, Jonathan graduated from university after having written a celebrated thesis in archaeology. He has meticulously studied the Stone Mask, going as far as identifying the spots in the brain it would pierce,but didn't discover its true purpose himself.In a fight, Jonathan is adept at thinking of moves on the spot and using the environment to his advantage. On several occasions, Jonathan was quick to formulate plans even in a moment of crisis. Still recovering from the loss of his father, Jonathan had to fight a vampirized Dio, and quickly thought about burning down the Joestar Mansion in order to bring Dio down. Likewise, agonizing from a wound in the throat (which also led to a loss of oxygen going to his brain), Jonathan managed to use his last Ripple on Wang Chan to dispose of a horde of zombies and Dio at the same time by controlling Wang Chan's body to make the boat explode. Jonathan even notably used his belt as a supplementary whip before ever acquiring the Ripple, as well exploited the fact that Windknight's Lot was a coal mining town to deduce that a lake would have air pockets at its bottom to surprise Bruford with an unexpected production of Ripple. 

Ripple

Jonathan has an arsenal of ancient martial art techniques, most inherited from Will A. Zeppeli and involving Ripple, at his disposal. Some are his original creation, each ending with "Overdrive". 

Zoom Punch (ズームパンチ Zūmu Panchi): Jonathan launches his fist forward and strikes his opponent. First used by Zeppeli, the attack involves a Ripple breathing technique that dislocates and stretches the joints to extend the arm and give it greater reach while also using the same Ripple to dull the pain caused by the move. Due to the increased length, the strike immediately reaches the opponent's face first, which from that perspective seems "zoomed in."

Sendo Ripple Overdrive (仙道波紋疾走オーバードライブ Sendō Hamon ShissouŌbādoraibu): Jonathan charges a Ripple wave through his arm and releases it into a solid object, such as a wall or partition. The Ripple can travel through and reach anything on the other side, and anything hit by the Ripple is sent flying in a spiral. If the enemy is an Undead, the Ripple will enter their bloodstream and destroy them from the inside. 

Scarlet Overdrive (緋色の波紋疾走スカーレットオーバードライブ Hiiro no Hamon ShissouSukāretto Ōbādoraibu): Charging the Ripple into one hand, Jonathan can create a Ripple of flame. He is able to transfer over this flame to another part of his body, and anything that touches that body part has a chance of catching fire.

Underwater Turquoise Blue Overdrive (水中のための青縁波紋疾走ターコイズブルーオーバードライブ Suichū no Tame no Aomidori Hamon ShissouTākoizu Burū Ōbādoraibu): Appropriately the strongest place to use the Ripple, Jonathan can release high powered tempests while underwater with enough force to blast enemies away. In most cases, a good portion of the water is propelled outward as well, draining something like a lake to waist-high depth.

Overdrive Barrage (波紋疾走オーバードライブ連打 Hamon ShissouŌbādoraibu Renda): When Jonathan jabs fast enough consecutively, he can release multiple Overdrives at once. 

Metal Silver Overdrive (銀色の波紋疾走メタルシルバーオーバードライブ Giniro no Hamon ShissouMetaru Shirubā Ōbādoraibu): Essentially the same as a Sendo Ripple Overdrive, but with the ability of transferring through metal.

Life Magnetism Overdrive (生命磁気への波紋疾走オーバードライブ Seimei jiki e no Hamon ShissouŌbādoraibu): With the aid of Zeppeli, Jonathan can draw all the leaves in the immediate area and magnetize them together to form one giant leaf, which was used as an impromptu-hang glider. This move can be applied to most plants, and has the ability to revive them passively as well - as when Jonathan touched a dead tree branch with his newly Ripple-healed arm and restored its wilted flowers.

Sunlight Yellow Overdrive (山吹き色の波紋疾走サンライトイエローオーバードライブ！！ Yamabukiiro no Hamon ShissouSanraito Ierō Ōbādoraibu, Lit. "Bright Yellow Ripple Sprint"): His final and most memorable attack, first marked by Jonathan's words: "My heart resonates! The heat's enough to burn! The beat of my blood is razor-sharp!!" (ふるえるぞハート！燃えつきるほどヒート！！刻むぞ血液のビート！ Furueru zo hāto! Moetsukiru hodo hīto!! Kizamu zo, ketsueki no bīto!). It is a devastating and extremely rapid flurry of Ripple-infused punches with power comparable to the sun itself and has the ability to completely obliterate the Undead. 

Alongside the attacks, the Ripple has various other uses in combat. A skilled Ripple user such as Jonathan has the ability to walk on water, strengthen objects and increase their potency, increase jumping height, and much more.  Healing One of the main conveniences of the Ripple is the ability to heal the body to an extent. During his battle with Doobie, Jonathan was able to eject poison out of his bloodstream via Ripple transfusion. During his battle with Tarkus, he was also able to heal his broken neck after receiving the Supreme Pass Overdrive from Zeppeli. 

Luck and Pluck (幸運ラックと勇気プラック kōunRakku to YūkiPurakku): After his defeat, Brufordgave Jonathan his sword, which played a major role in the final battle against Dio, where Jonathan was able to counter Dio's freezing ability by infusing the sword with Ripple, in order to avoid direct contact with Dio's body. 

Hermit Purple-like Stand were due to a Stand power that awoke in Jonathan's body, Similar to Hermit Purple, it can produce a psychic photograph by smashing a camera, which Dio used to track the Joestars and their friends's current location to send Stand Users after them.

4/5 

(4) APPEARANCE 

 As an adult, Jonathan is a tall (195 cm/6'5"), extremely muscular individual with a gentlemen's poise. His typical attire tends to reflect his noble background, characterized by stylized tunics over long sleeve shirts. Reoccurring articles of clothing include a cravat, bow tie, thick boots and a vest. At home, Jonathan wears semi-formal attire consisting of a collared shirt, tie, and jacket with rolled up sleeves. During University Rugby matches, he wears a standard striped rugby shirt and pants with long socks. When he sets out to Ogre Street to find a cure for his father's illness, Jonathan dons an entirely new outfit made up of a padded jacket and pants, complete with a deerstalker cap and a long cloak. During his training with Zeppeli, he strips down to a stylized tank top with wristbands, and at some point a circlet.On his quest to Windknight's Lot, Jonathan dons a double layered tunic with a bowtie and Deerstalker cap. After his fight with Tarkus, he wears a close-fitted tank top with capped sleeves for the rest of the journey. In the anime, these sleeves are converted into shoulder pads. During his honeymoon and final encounter with Dio, he wears an ornate suit with a long tail over a collared shirt with straps on the shoulders, and a cravat. 4/5 

5)  MOTIVATION

Jojo’s motivation is avenging his father, his honor and defeating Dio. (Thanks Hanawriting) 5/5 

6)  CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

After finally defeating Dio, Jonathan watches as he falls from the tower into the unknown disintegrating piece by piece. Shedding a tear for his corrupt brother... Even though Dio had hurt Jonathan in the worst way possible, he would always have a special place in his heart. This action would prove that Jonathan was too pure for this world.  5/5 

Total  27/30 

Source: https://jojo.fandom.com/wiki/Jonathan_Joestar#:~:text=Adult%20Years,thick%20boots%20and%20a%20vest. 

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dragcnsden said: Panch is leaning against the wall, arms crossed and gaze skeptically studying his partner... in F.O.W.L matters, of course. Although, from the worrisome fluttering in his chest as he watches Falcon work, that might not be ALL he wishes they were. Cue a moment of silence before... "I bet that I could kiss your ass." Cheekily grinning, a mischevious sparkle arises in dark hues as Panchito suggests in a sing-song tone, "How about a little sparring match, pareja?~" (Panchi randomly wanted this XD )

@ducktales-wco-oo​

     For once dressed in not a stuffy suit, wearing a white muscle tank top & black work out shorts, Falcon has been working out for the past hour & a half. Not having any missions to go on yet, he figured he could pass the time by putting dents in the punching bag. At least his aggression's were being worked out. Panchito had insisted on staying in the room with them for some odd reason. The larger bird currently too focused on keeping count of his punches to see just what the rooster was up to.

He throws a few more punches before he could have SWORN he heard the other male say something that's enough to make him f r e e z e. Feathers bristle slightly, cheeks feeling warmer than normal, Falcon snags a glance back at them. Just in time to catch that sneaky sparkle in their eyes. "Pardon, what did you just say ? "

Surely he couldn't have meant what he thought they meant, right? & It's definitely a wrong time to start feeling that strange fluttering feeling building within the pit of his stomach. Why? Why does he make him feel this way? One of the reasons he doesn't like having partners on the job; he either develops feelings towards them & something goes wrong or something horrible happens & the mission is compromised. It's the worst. 

He doesn't like feeling guilty & he most certainly does NOT like having his emotions being toyed with. 

Head shakes, attempting to clear away the left over warmth resting against his cheeks before he actually turns to study the smaller male. "Fine. Just —— don't come complaining to me if you're sore later on." Stepping away from the punching back, Falcon is now doing a few stretch exercises in order to prepare. 

                                   "Are you ready ? "

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Retribution

[Book 1] [Chapter 1]

Summary: Raised in the shadows, Vegeta’s sole purpose in life was to avenge the destruction of his family. The key to his victory laid in the hands of Bulma, the daughter of the enemy, and not even the strange connection he feels with her will keep him from raining his furious retribution upon all who had dared cross his bloodline.

A Vegebul Mafia AU Fic, for the @vegebulocracy Big Bang Challenge, 2018

Story Rating: E

Chapter Warnings: Violence, Swearing

Also on Ao3

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Notes: Hello! Welcome to my contribution to the Vegebulocracy (VBO) Big Bang! This has been super fun (though at times rather difficult) to write and I am so excited to share this with all of you today! This story is complete, and I will be posting all chapters until the 24th of December. I would like to thank the incredible, amazing @blacksheep1105​ for her help as a Beta for this story, as without her help, this fic would not be anywhere near the story that it is right now! Thank you, girl! And to all of you, please check out Blacksheep's stories! With that, please do let me know what you think, for this first chapter of Retribution: Book 1!

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Chapter 1

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The coffee was fantastic.

He was no connoisseur – far from it, in fact – but he could definitely see that the tiny coffee shop that he had been sitting at for the past hour had the potential to become a big business if it kept making coffee this good.

The aroma of it was exquisite. The taste, liquid gold on his tongue, both soothed and kept him alert at the same time.

And Vegeta Saiyan needed to be alert, for what he was about to do.

He straightened his suit, adjusting his tie and checking his coat as he watched his target stroll leisurely up the street.

She was without a care in the world, her blue hair in a loose ponytail that flowed whimsically down her back. Her brilliant blue eyes shone like the most precious of sapphires, and her full pink lips beckoned like the petals of the rarest blossoms.

Her pale skin, vibrant even in the dying light of the twilight sun, was a clear indication of her wealthy upbringing.

Her family’s wealth… that should have been his.

That carefree manner, and the easy life that had given her all the things her heart had desired… those should have been his.

Resentment bubbled up from the deepest pits of his hardened heart, and he straightened as he watched her take her clueless steps into the comfortable apartment building where she resided.

He seethed, his hands clutching convulsively around his coffee mug, teeth grinding in his rage and excitement.

She was probably not even aware of the fact that she had been part of the conspiracy that had brought about the destruction of his family, the horrendous murders that had taken away everything that he had known and loved.

Oh, but she will know.

If all went well, before the night gives way to the next dawn, he will begin his revenge.

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Bulma sighed as she dropped her purse onto a small table at her apartment’s entryway, cursing slightly as the contents spilled out from its broken zipper.

She really ought to replace that bag.

But she didn’t have the will to, as it was one of the little knick knacks left behind by her mother, Panchy, after she passed away a few years ago.

It had already been rather well-used before Bulma had received it, as Panchy had been very fond of it as well. Bulma had hinted at liking the design, and her mother had promptly gifted it to her the next day.

The yellow leather bag was starting to grow too worn for use, and if Bulma were being honest to herself, the bag really was broken already.

Yet, broken or not, the one thing that she can never let go of, was the small, handwritten note that her mother had scribbled onto the main pocket inside.

Live well and stay beautiful, my baby girl.

Bulma had already lost so many people from her life, that she really didn’t want to start losing their mementos, as well.

She had left her home town of West City behind, as it had given her too many painful memories. To cope with her losses, she had moved to East City, where she began to work as a free contractor for rebuilding houses and infrastructure damaged by a recent earthquake that destroyed most of the downtown city proper. She received only food and transportation allowances, and was more than happy to keep it that way.

It wasn’t that she was generous… Working for next to nothing was her way of atoning for the sins that she knew that her family had been involved in for several generations.

She possessed a brilliant mind, and it did not take much for her to realize that her mother’s family, and now her own father, were involved in the workings of a crime syndicate.

Her father, Dr. Trunks Briefs, was a scientist who had occasionally dabbled in politics, under the stern and watchful influence of the West City Syndicate.

This was another reason why she had left West: To escape the syndicate. It was a convoluted group of corrupt officials and crime lords who had been in and out of the Briefs household since before the moment she had drawn her first breath.

Releasing a wide yawn, Bulma headed for her bedroom, intent on changing out of the denim jeans and simple white shirt that she had worn to work.

She was barely out of the living room when she heard her mobile phone ringing, and it took less than a moment for the ringtone to register in her mind and fire adrenaline through her veins.

It was a unique ringer tone that she had set for a private number that no one but her and her father knew about. He never used it, unless there was an absolute emergency.  

She lunged forward, tripping over her own feet in her haste, and immediately answered.

“Hello,” she greeted, breathless from the panic that now surged within her body.

“Bulma!”

He sounded stressed, ragged… he was a little breathless, from what Bulma could tell, and she immediately knew something major had come up.

“Dad? Is everything alright?”

“No, baby,” he said, and Bulma’s hand flew to her chest, trying to still her now erratic heartbeats.

“What happened? Are you ok?” she asked.

“Yes, but you won’t be!” he said urgently. “I need you to get out of your apartment, right now. I have received intel that some people are after you. You need to get out, now!”

Her panic dwindled slightly at the sheer ridiculousness of her father’s claim.

However, his words made her take a glance around the room, her eyes that had been raised in the heart of danger making a quick sweep of her surroundings and quickly noting the locked doors and reinforced windows.

“Dad, that’s impossible,” she said brightly into the receiver, even while her brows furrowed in concern. “This flat isn’t even named after me. I’m not using my real name here!”

“That doesn’t matter! Leave, now!” he yelled, his desperation bleeding into his shouted words. “Go into the woods, whatever. I am sending men to fetch you right now.”

This was not the first time that her father had been so paranoid, and Bulma was skeptical.

“Dad, really, I don’t think-”

Bulma cut herself off with a shrill little scream, when the lights in her room suddenly turned off, plunging her into pitch blackness.

“A power outage?” she thought in confusion.

“Bulma!” her father screamed.

“Dad, I’m fine!” she placated. “The lights just went out all of a sudden. Lemme grab my flashlight-”

“No!” Dr. Briefs yelled. “Don’t! If the lights went out, that means they are there, Bulma! You need to go! Walk in the shadows… draw no attention to yourself. Get out of there, now!”

This time, she believed him, and did not need to be told twice.

“I will call you when I get to safety,” she said, turning off the call.

She grabbed her bag, felt around for her keys and wallet, and she stuffed those and her phone into her pockets before she made a break for the door.

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The phone vibrating in his hand was their signal.

The power had been cut, and it was time to make their move.

Vegeta stood in the lobby of the apartment building, watching the small bit of panic on the patrons’ faces as the lights went down.

They needn’t worry… it was not them that he was coming for.

The public addressed system pinged, and a clear voice rang out to address the residents.

“All residents, please vacate the building,” it called. “We are experiencing technical difficulties in the electrical circuitry. We are now working to restore the power. We advise you to vacate to ensure your safety. ”

The same message was repeated twice more as the small communication link in his ear beeped.

“We’re in, big brother ,” a voice said in his ear, almost cheerful-sounding in spite of the serious nature of events. “Emergency lines are down, as well.”

“Good job, Kakarot,” Vegeta said, his deeper baritone humming into the line. “Lapiz? Are you ready?”

“Of course,” a smooth, calm voice called in. “Piccolo and I are underground. Waiting for your move, Prince.”

“Don’t call me that,” he growled as he began to walk in the opposite direction of all the tenants rushing to leave the building.

A staff member was ushering people out, telling them to vacate due to a short circuit in the building, and Vegeta smirked as he recognized the guy as one of the people he had paid off to help let them into the maintenance rooms.

He smirked as he made his way to a side room, leading into the emergency maintenance stairwell. He calmly climbed the stairs, his dark eyes narrowed in concentration as he approached the correct floor.

She was still there. He could practically feel her.

A flow of people greeted him as he alighted on the fifth floor, their excited chatter annoying him, the beams from their flashlights blinding him as they flashed across his face while they moved.

Vegeta knew that Briefs would tell her not to use a flashlight. The old man was predictable, that way.

A small movement off to his left alerted him to a slight, dark silhouette trying to make its way through the darkness.

He pulled his night vision glasses out of his coat pocket even though honestly, he didn’t truly need them quite yet.

Even in the pitch-black halls, he would recognize that strangely-colored fall of hair, anywhere.

With a devilish smirk, he begins the chase.

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Trying to navigate the halls in the dark was hell.

She took tiny, measured steps, hands feeling along the walls as she did her hardest to not trip over anything.

It had been easier to move around when she was still among the people who had their lighting implements on, but as she strode further away from the flow, she realized that she may have made a mistake.

She had thought, if people were after her, they would probably try to find her among the sea of people. Nobody would have guessed that she would try to make her way out using the smaller stairwell in the maintenance areas.  

“For a genius, I could be really dumb sometimes,” she muttered, feeling a small wave of relief wash over her as her eyes began to adjust to the darkness.

She could make out the faint outline of a door, and knew from the blueprints that she had of the building that this was the main entryway to the maintenance areas.

Slowly, she turned the knob, not making a sound.

She closed the door behind her, taking a deep breath before she leaned back against the wall beside the door.  

Bulma looked around, realizing with trepidation that something was… off.

This was the maintenance area. She had expected the maintenance men to be swarming this place, trying to fix the broken circuits so they could restore power to the building.

Why then… was it empty?

Not a sound, not a soul in sight.

Her heart beat harshly within her chest, as she began to suspect that, in her over-thinking her escape, she may have screwed herself, instead.

The soft click of the door behind her, followed by the soft sound of hushed footsteps that like her, remained unguided by light, confirmed her suspicions.

Suppressing a gasp, Bulma tried to find a place to hide, feeling around for any apparatus large enough for her to plaster herself against.

To her horror, the silhouette of the intruder started walking closer.

She took off in a panic, trying her best to run in the pitch black darkness, holding in her panting breaths as she fought to clear her mind, to think…

She was Bulma Briefs, and she refused to acknowledge that she somehow may have been outsmarted by one of her father’s thuggish rivals.

Her keys jingled softly in her pocket, but in the absolute stillness of the dark, the sound seemed as loud as sirens to her terrified ears.

As if hearing her distress, the person chasing her mocked her by stomping once, a little loudly, almost making her shriek.

Her hands groped in the darkness before her, and on impulse, she felt around her pocket, grasping at the tiny charm that held her noisy keys together.

Her lucky charm. An old, round spaceship toy that she had turned into a keychain as a memento of her dearest friend that she had lost when they were just children. For all the years after he had died, having the toy with her made her feel like he was still right there, and with her heart in her throat, she begged the heavens for him to keep her safe once again.

She hoped against hope, that he was still watching over her, right at that moment.

Her footsteps sounded too loud and heavy to her ears, and she was sure that the person chasing her could find her on the sound of her footfalls alone.

She turned a corner, and she let out a loud, desperate gasp when her hands pushed forward…

And found a solid, brick wall.

She was trapped.

The despair went through her just as she felt the thick, large hands grab hold of her shoulders, and she finally let out a scream as she tried to struggle away from her captor.

“Kyaaa!” she yelled “No! Don’t touch me!”

The person let out a snicker, a low, man’s voice that sent terrified shivers up her spine, before he effortlessly pulled her by the waist with a single arm, and with the other hand, she felt him lift a cold metal cylinder to her head.

A gun.

Her screaming subsided with a choke, her hands helplessly flying towards her chest to still the erratic beating of her heart.

“Please,” she whispered, “Don’t shoot.”

She felt him pull her closer, pressing her against an unyielding body, as a chuckle vibrated across his chest that was right against her back.

From what she could tell, he was not too tall, but was made of a thick wall of pure muscle that she, in her frailness, had no hope of getting away from.

She felt the gun leisurely caress her cheek, until it pressed up against the side of her throat, followed by the hot sensation of a gust of his breath against the back of her neck.

“Now, why would I want to go and kill you now, Ms. Briefs?”

His voice, low and throaty, terrified her…

And for some reason, brought a strange twinge of familiarity to twitch at the back of her mind.

“Who are you?” she demanded, trying and almost succeeding at keeping her voice from trembling.

“That does not matter,” he answered. “What is imperative right now, Princess, is that you cooperate with me. And we shall start by walking back the way you came, into your apartment, so we can make a little call.”

She sucked in a breath.

“And if you know what is good for you,” he hissed, “you will not make a sound.”

She pushed at him slightly, before she hissed back.

“Do not call me Princess.”

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Ah, so she still had that fight within her, after all.

“Very well,” Vegeta answered, taking a discrete whiff of her hair as he pulled her more tightly against him.

She smelled glorious.

Even more so than he remembered.

Then again, his memories of her scent were always mixed with the smell of grass, the scent of sweat, sunshine and childish delight.

She was definitely no longer a child, now.

As quickly and gently as he could, he forced her to walk back the way they had come, his small night vision glasses helping him see perfectly in the darkness.

He had to admit, that toying with her, giving her hope that she had even a slim chance of getting away when he could clearly see her struggling to take her tiny steps, was rather enjoyable.

The whole area was still dark as they trudged down the hall leading to her room.

“What do you want from me?” she asked, her voice strong and demanding even in her compromised state. “Are you gonna rob me? Kill me? Rape me?”

He chuckled darkly at that. “Oh believe me, Ms. Briefs… If I were to decide to fuck you, it would not be rape. You would be begging for it.”

She scoffed, pulling a smirk from his lips.

“I highly doubt that, you brute.”

He could see the door. They were almost there.

“Who are you?” she asked again. “Do I know you?”

Amidst her question, he sensed an underlying note of genuine curiosity.

She knew. Or at least, a part of her did.

She had always been too smart, even for him.

“You are in no position to be demanding answers, Ms. Briefs,” he said simply.

He finally pushed his way into her apartment, and found his men waiting for them in the living room.

“Lapiz,” he called out, pulling off his night vision glasses, sticking them into his jacket pocket. “The lights.”

A small halo of light appeared from a single lamp in the middle of the room, giving off a faint illumination that was just enough to see by.

“Piccolo,” he called.

“Yes, boss,” a tall, thin man with a tall nose and a white turban round his head stepped forward, holding the ropes, just as planned.

He felt Bulma gasp against him as Piccolo came forward, quickly tying her hands together, before he knelt down to bind her legs while Vegeta held her steady.

After Piccolo was done tying her up, Vegeta ushered her down onto a chair, patting her pockets, and pulling out her phone, wallet, and keys.

It was as he was placing her things down onto a table to leave them behind that the small trinket dangling from her keys, hanging beside a tiny flash drive, caught his eye.

He paused, lifting it closer to his face, disbelieving…

The small, white toy, a miniature alien spacepod from a silly television show he had watched as a kid, cheerfully taunted him, causing him to gasp inaudibly.

He turned it over, and saw exactly what he had hoped, or perhaps dreaded, staring back at him.

A tiny “V”, carved onto the back of the toy.

A marker, carved onto the trinket with a small kitchen knife.

He glanced surreptitiously at the woman who was glaring at his men.

She had kept it.

All those years…

Vegeta cleared his throat, steeling himself.

It was not the time for sentimentality.

However, unable to help himself, he found himself surreptitiously putting the woman’s keys into his own pocket instead of leaving them behind.

Before him, Lapiz was already setting up the small netbook, loading up the video call that would connect them to the man who had helped destroy his family.

The cheerful sound made by the application was like an alarm, fully pulling him into the moment, reminding him of his long overdue revenge.

He cracked his knuckles, situating himself behind Bulma’s chair, both of them directly in front of the small computer that was currently placing a video call request to none other than Dr. Trunks Briefs.

Lapiz took his position behind the computer, his short black hair falling primly behind his ears as he aimed a gun at the woman, just as Vegeta had instructed.

Vegeta was trembling from his excitement, but he reined it back, forcing on a placid expression as the face of the man finally appeared on the screen.

“Hello?” the older man called into the screen.

“Dad!” Bulma called, on cue.

Vegeta’s smirk widened.

“Bulma? Bulma, it’s dark. Did you make it out?”

“Dad-”

“No, Dr. Briefs. She did not make it out,” Vegeta finally called out, and he watched in glee as the scientist’s eyes widened, first in fear, and then, in horrified recognition.

“You…?” he choked out. “The Dark Prince…”

He almost sneered at the tile.

Oh, how he hated it.

At the moment though, he relished in the terrified reverence that he heard in Briefs’ voice as he stared in petrified horror at him through the computer screen.

“Yes, me. Surprised, doctor?” he taunted, placing a hand on Bulma’s shoulder for show.

“My daughter! Please, don’t hurt my daughter-”

“Does she look to be in pain, doctor?” he asked. “She will remain unscathed, if you tell me exactly what I need to know.”

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Bulma blanched as she saw her father’s eyes widen on the screen.

He had been looking at her, but then his eyes became riveted on her abductor, standing guard right behind her.

“I knew it,” she thought to herself. “Something about him is familiar. My father knows him…”

The man behind her began talking again, and Bulma strained her mind, trying in vain to think of where, where and when, she had heard that voice before.

It was not entirely familiar… like an echo of a long-forgotten memory that had been distorted by time, but she had known from the start, from the very first time that he had spoken to her, that she knew that voice…

“I will ask you, only once, Briefs,” he snarled. “Where is the third?”

Her father looked shell-shocked. “The third… you have found the second?”

“As I have said to your daughter… you are in no position to be demanding answers from me,” the man bit out. “Answer my question, Briefs.”

Bulma watched her father through the camera…

He was tight-lipped, his eyes wide in terror and agony… and she realized with a sinking feeling that she knew that look.

It was the face he made whenever he had to keep a terrible secret from her and her mother… his face whenever he knew that the syndicate’s business was far more important than anything he had on his plate.

At once, she came to the startling realization that whatever it was that her kidnapper was asking about, her father knew exactly what the answer was.

And yet, even with her sitting there in mortal danger, he would not talk.

She was absolutely sure.

The horrifying thought raged inside her head, and she understood that whatever it was, was bigger, more important, than her.

She began to despair as she watched the emotions run amok on her father’s face.

She closed her eyes as she heard her father speak the words that would spell her doom.

“I am sorry, young man. I do not know,” he answered, and she heard his plea through his softly-whispered words.

I am sorry, Bulma.

She shook her head in disbelief.

Her father had just sold her out… to keep a secret for the syndicate.

“Tch,” the man behind her spat. “Yes you do, Briefs. I am rather disappointed that you would allow your own daughter to die for a secret that we can unfold soon, anyway. I had just been hoping that you could make the search easier.”

Bulma felt his hold on her shoulders tighten, and she peeked, seeing the thin, severe-looking man behind the netbook still pointing his gun at her in warning.

“I know you do not think much of your existence, Briefs,” the man said, “but let me see how well you hold out when I have your daughter with me.”

With that, he gave her shoulder a sharp, painful squeeze.

“Aah!” she cried out, trying to hold back tears at the unwelcome sensation.

“Bulma!” Dr. Briefs cried.

“You had your chance, Briefs!” he said again. “And if you value your daughter’s life, even a little… make sure that the details of this little chat never reaches Frieza.”

“What do you plan to do with Bulma?” Dr. Briefs asked.

The man simply walked away from her, and with a menacing smirk, answered:

“We will be in touch.”

He then reached down, and disconnected the call.

He turned to the other two, who simply nodded and began packing up their computer and lights, as he approached her again, and before the lights went out, she finally caught a decent glimpse of the man who had been holding her captive.

Bulma’s breath caught in her throat as the sense of recognition began to relentless nag at her mind.

Her eyes took in the broad shoulders that made up for a rather compact stature, his hair a dark, controlled flame above his head. His large hands lifted to conceal his eyes behind what seemed like a set of high-tech night vision lenses.

She shook in denial. It couldn’t possibly be…

His eyes… she needed to see his eyes.

She didn’t even fight him when he untied her legs, then forcefully pulled her up with him, a gun to her side as he made her walk briskly beside him and his men.

It seemed like a small eternity, but soon, she felt the breeze of the cold autumn night on her cheeks, and she had barely realized that she was out of the building before she felt herself being pushed into a sleek, black car.

The man followed immediately behind her.

“Drive,” he growled, and a blond seated at the driver’s seat nodded, speeding them off into the night.

Bulma looked around, noting another dark car following closely behind them, and she took a deep breath, gathering her will before she turned to face her abductor.

Now, in the sparse lights of the few streetlamps littering what looked to be a back street, she gazed at his face, turned sharply towards her while his gun remained trained on her.

“Please,” she tried to reason with him again. “Why are you doing this? My father already told you that he doesn’t know anything.”

He smirked, an eerily familiar expression that made her chest constrict.

She needed to see his eyes!

“Come now, woman. Did you honestly believe that he was being truthful?” he asked, and Bulma viciously pushed her tears back, as desperation filled her.

She tried to discreetly move her hands, hoping to loosen the binds.

“I would not attempt to escape if I were you, Bulma.”

She stilled.

It can’t be…

She looked at him again, her heart hammering in her chest…

The way he said her name… it was unmistakable.

A slightly teasing cadence, the “u” sound deeper and a little longer than necessary.

There was only one person who had ever spoken her name that way…

“My name… why did you say my name that way?” she whispered.

He pointedly looked away.

Bulma felt her lower lip tremble. “Please… may I… will you let me see your eyes?”

He glanced at her, and with a hesitant sigh, lifted his free hand, and pulled off his dark glasses.

Her very breath stopped, and she stared.

Those eyes… narrowed, slanted, with thick brows… the darkest eyes she had ever seen.

The sight of those eyes transported her mind back to her youth, to happier times, before all the complications began, and she finally felt the tears fall unbidden down her cheeks.

She would know those eyes anywhere.

Bulma choked, her emotions too much, running too high…

It should not have been possible. But she couldn’t possibly be wrong…

“Ve… Vegeta?”

His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, and that miniscule affirmation was all that it took to make her tears fall harder.

“Oh God… you’re alive?”

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To be continued…

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Gala

(For Doakes88.) 

The meat was tender, hot juices bleeding into his mouth. Vegeta wasn’t especially choosey when it came to food, but he had to admit Earth knew its cuisine. The chicken skin crackled, cooked to perfection, seasoned with a sauce that burst with pleasing flavor. He hungrily eyed the oven where Panchy was pulling out another similarly roast bird.

She caught his look. “Sorry, sweety. This one is for the party.”

Party? Ah, so that explained why Panchy was dolled up a little more lavishly than usual, and why there were a lot more people buzzing about the complex. Pests. More bodies meant more security risk. Not that the Briefs seemed to care for such things but for Vegeta, old habits died hard. He had glowered and snarled at each worker until the temporary staff learned to birth a wide radius around him. Still, if putting up with them meant he could reap some tasty benefits, then maybe it wasn’t all so bad.

“You’re coming, aren’t you Vegeta honey?”

The only parties Vegeta had much experience with were the galas Frieza threw, horrible things filled with brown-nosing sycophants and a bout or two of torture on some wretched soul that had displeased his Sliminess. Too well Vegeta remembered the sting of laughter as he was whipped for Frieza’s entertainment. Not even glazed meat could tempt him to voluntarily endure that again.

“No.”

“Mom!”

Vegeta and Panchy looked over to the doorway. It took him a few seconds to recognize who the woman was. 

She was swathed in a navy gown that dripped over her porcelain curves like honey. It was cut deeply too, showing off ample cleaving and the entirety of each voluptuous leg as she walked. Even more stunning was the cape she wore, made entirely of gold-dusted feathers. Her hair had been tamed from its wild curls into a smooth elaborate braid that wrapped neatly about the back of her hair, little glittering pearls and diamonds sparkling amongst her teal tresses. Bulma…

She looks like a queen.

The thought hit him as powerfully as a ki wave. He couldn’t help staring, his meal all but forgotten.

“Where are the caterers I hired?” Bulma tsked as she breezed into the kitchen to rescue her mother. “You shouldn’t be doing this. You’ll get your dress dirty.”

Panchy just tittered. “Oh Bulma, you know I love doing this myself. My, don’t you look a treat. Is Yamcha coming?”

“Only if he wants my stiletto up his ass.” Bulma snapped, her ruby-red lips curling up with distaste at the man’s name. 

Holy shit. Beautiful and fiery.

She was perfect.

Blue eyes dancing with electric fire turned on him and narrowed. Her manicured fingers drummed against the jut of her hip. “And you. I hope you don’t intend on coming in that.”

Vegeta rarely felt self conscious in his training shorts, but he found himself feeling so now. What the fuck did she want him to say? The only respectable outfit he owned was half beat-up from several near-death experiences.

Bulma appeared to come to the same conclusion, and she let out an aggravated sigh. “I’ll have someone send a suit to your room. Please change before the guests arrive.” With that she turned her attention back to her mother, dismissing him as though he couldn’t annihilate her entire race on a whim. Bulma forcibly removed Panchy from the kitchen and left him alone with his half eaten bird.

Now what? He could finish his meal, slink off to the GR and ignore this whole fiasco  for the night. Or, he could put on some ridiculous outfit and endure hours of horrendous small talk and shoulder rubbing, just for a chance to watch Bulma crush self-aggrandized simpletons under her royal heel.

It was an easy choice. Vegeta dropped his chicken and headed up to his room to snatch a suit out of a cowering attendant’s hands.

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surviving paradise ch 29 venison

For three consecutive days she ambushes me on my way to bed, and for three consecutive days I try out her massage. I’ll admit it feels good. Not just during, but after as well. As for any advantages in training, I’m less convinced. The following morning it is harder to pull myself out of bed, harder still to drag myself to the GR and bury myself in the intense gravity. When I take a break for meals I always catch myself procrastinating after taking my fill, like something buried deep within me thinks doing nothing is the best thing ever.

It could just be that nagging voice in the back of my head counting down the days. Telling me I’m running out of time, and if I have failed to achieve Super Saiyan when I’ve trained for over a year while Kakarot did it in little over a week... I never will. Yet thinking that way is counterproductive. So, I’m going to blame the woman and her crazy methods instead.

Sadly, my giving in has not dampened her enthusiasm at all, and when I tell her ‘no’ on the fourth night, she argues at my door until early morning. I’m not sure what she’s trying to achieve; if I didn't know any better I’d think she’s the one fighting for her birthright here. Her tenacity is annoying, stupid, and completely impervious to reason. It makes me sick with anger.

No; I’ve humored her long enough, and I’m definitely done being pushed around. Though in all honesty, I’m lost on how to fight something that I cannot... fight? I’m well aware that one good shove would kill her, and where would that leave me? On a spaceship with my tail between my legs, back to that familiar vacuum. And yet, not so long ago I would have counted any outcome with me alive at the end of the day a victory. It is strange but right now, I’m not sure I could stomach it.

In a last effort at decency, I return to my room in the cover of early morning light for my blanket and mattress and resolve to sleep in the GR instead. It gets a little chilly in the morning hours, but now I only need to leave for food and a shower. As for cleansing facilities, there are several scattered across the compound, and I can easily chose a different one if I sense her lurking about. I’ve taken to eating my meals with the family because, foodtime is sacred even with you humans, and so as a rule the bitch only starts nagging at me when she has cleared her plate.

It should not come as a surprise that the woman thinks up a different sort of trap the next week. I suspected something was up when those silly little trees started popping up all around the house. It seems as if every room is required to have one. Next, the contraptions were decorated with all sorts of junk and flashing lights. When I asked why, I was told that everyone does it, and it’s a tradition. You people must really hate pine trees to cut off their roots and dress them up as they slowly wither and die.

I can smell the trap the moment I walk into the kitchen; there are too many places set at the table, and the family is too well dressed. Again, the timing is perfect. In the millisecond it takes me to debate grabbing a plate before beating a hasty retreat, the mother has enveloped my arm. She steers me to a seat right next to the smelly little tree, because even the kitchen apparently needed one. At least there are no flashing lights on this one.

The mother explains. “Here’s your place right at the corner, Vegeta! Right next to my Bulma, you lucky devil!”

The ditzy thing sits opposite to me and serves me a plate filled with chunks of sweet smelling venison and more. The food is even more luxurious than usual. My mouth starts to water when she suggests I start early because I must be famished. She’s right, of course. And why should I retreat when such a meal is presented? No, I will not. The woman can go fuck herself. I do resolve to eat fast, and then go back to training. I’d like to avoid whatever the Briefs are getting their panties twisted in a bunch over, but this food here is mine.

I’m only three bites in when she sits down next to me, wearing a short little black dress despite the bad weather. Bulma plops down on her chair hard, boxing me in at the table. I’m sick of the stalking, and I cannot help but wonder if she somehow forgot what she is chasing after. For I know this is no mistake; no coincidence. I glare at her while I finish my plate.

My warning slides off of her like water, an uneven grin on her face as she leans an elbow on the table then pours me a glass of bubbly liquid. “Have some champagne, Vegeta! It’s time to celebrate.” She laughs at my confused frown, spills a few drops. I can smell the drink on her breath already, imbibed and fearless. How I hate her.

I’m sick of it. Sick of her, and her games. I’ve been a good, courteous guest.. or as well as can be expected of me. I’ve bend to her wishes, but it seems the woman has decided to push harder every time. Seems like she’s wondering just how far she can push before I snap. Well, how about I push back a little? Just a little shove. I raise my left hand, I’m so tempted... Yet some instinct stops me, and I shove the glass back at her instead as I continue to eat. She scowls at me, no doubt with some nasty observation on her lips, but does not get beyond a frustrated sound.

“Bulma!” It’s the bald little thing, the one that keeps dressing up like Kakarot, although the clown-suit he’s now in would probably even make that third-class blanch. The gnome comes walking right into my kitchen. Or at least, hers. -No; I’m eating here. I have a claim. Comes walking in with a wide grin, smooths down its weird black suit, perhaps somewhat aware of how ridiculous it looks. “Merry Christmas. I’m afraid Goku and Gohan won’t be making it —training hard, I guess.”

“Oh, Goku is hiding is he? Can you imagine that, Vegeta? A Saiyan, hiding?”

I stop mid-chew. What is she implying and why does she try to pull me into her inane banter with this hairless midget? I snarl; and the gnome at least has a working brain cell, because it yelps then jumps behind Bulma’s mother.

The bald imp tries to cover its reaction with another laugh. “But I did bring someone desperate to get out of the house!” It grins too widely over Panchy’s shoulder as Kakarot’s banshee wife enters, all decked out like she’s part of a circus parade.

I click my tongue for a moment at the odd exchange between Bulma, her mother and the woman. Somehow, all three end up apologising for the food, showing up, and generally existing. Why are these guests here, apart from annoying me? The gnome I can understand; he’s a decently proficient fighter for a human, but what is the purpose of bringing the witch? Insurance? Pathetic; I suppose killing this Chi-chi woman might cause me a headache in the form of her husband, but any more of one than if I just blasted Bulma? I’d think Kakarot would show up fast enough either way. Maybe annoyance, in and of itself, is the goal. The banshee is loud and whiny enough for it.

“Yamcha's not coming either?” Kakarot’s wife turns in her seat at the far end towards Bulma with an air of sympathy, her ornate hairstyle swinging. Apparently the pair had hoped for even more guests at the table. But with the parents, Bulma, the midget, and the banshee, that’s five other people at the table and the cacophony drains my appetite. Seriously, I’ve eaten at larger gatherings, but usually those present knew to shut up as long as there was food in front of them.

Next to me, the blue minx throws herself back in her chair with an uncaring shrug. “One of those cleansing journeys of his. He’s not answering any phone calls or messages, so I guess he’s busy too. Or maybe he’s running. I don't know; what do you think, Vegeta?”

I chew, then swallow. Pause, then take my next bite. Bulma keeps looking at me so I glare right back. Running and hiding? Oh yes, I can hear her accusation. I’m so fucking sick of her games, her useless theories, and this entire planet. I’m just about ready to end her, consequences be damned. In the silence, the atmosphere cools, and the conversations stutter to a halt.

“Never mind, Bulma, who needs them anyway. Men, right?” It’s Kakarot’s wife, she seems a little too pleased about Scarface not showing. Then her face darkens. “My Goku is always like that. Disappearing. Not showing up when he promised. And all this while we all agreed this would be the last chance to celebrate Christmas together, because next year will be too close to the androids arriving. Fah. Men.”

Across from me, the midget laughs weakly “We’re right here…” He trails off and looks my way with a near-hopeful expression.

Well, I don’t give a fuck, you gnome. I’m just here to take what I want, and get the fuck out. I’m not fucking hiding or running. Screw you all. To illustrate my point, I shove my empty dish out of the way and pull an ornate plated bird towards me. I know it’s meant as a shared meal, but I dare anyone to say anything. They don't. No one would dare. Except Bulma, and she’s ignoring me now as she listens to the wife’s animated rant.

I cannot help but listen in between mouthfuls. The banshee puts Kakarot down at every turn. I’m not sure how I feel about that. It’s kind of nice to hear someone hate on him for a change, and one cannot deny her spunk is entertaining. Yet I’m pretty sure mates are supposed to have your back, and it sounds like this woman would rather that Kakarot never fight again, but instead  work in a field like some common laborer. She mews about the only job fit for a Saiyan like it’s something bad. “It’s been awful, Bulma! Training, it’s all he talks about, all he does. Except for eating. He’s even pushing Gohan to fight, and I told him school is more important...”

The midget coughs. “Aah, there is that thing where we all die if we cannot beat the androids... ma’am.” The little thing seems to regret speaking up. He turns to Dr. Briefs at the far end, who seems wisely preoccupied by his meal. The monk swallows again, before turning my way. “How’s your training going, Vegeta? It’s got to be going better than mine, right?”

Training is the last thing I want to talk about. The last thing I want to think about… I snarl, but the woman answers for me, touches my knee as she does, patting it. Her overstepping her bounds—in public, no less— shocks me into silence. I hear that misplaced conviction in her voice again.

“We’re getting somewhere, I know we are. It’s slow going, and frustrating. But we’re getting there, mark my words.”

Oh yeah. We are definitely going somewhere: a highway to hell, that’s where. I turn a nasty smirk at them both. “Remind me why I should help you humans again? Killing the androids might be fun, but orbiting the planet and watching from space as you all get murdered might be even better…”

The smirk turns into a full leer as I turn from the midget to the woman. The only sound in the room now comes from Dr. Briefs cutting his meat as he continues his meal undisturbed. I can feel the accusational stares from the others. All except the mother, who keeps her happy expression blank and beyond any understanding. Yes, how would that feel? I really could run. I have no fucking honor anyway. No pride, no birthright. Screwing you all over would be worth it. Maybe. Surviving another failure might not be.

The midget laughs weakly again to cover up the uncomfortable silence. “There’s only sixteen months left, and not even Goku’s thinks he’s progressed enough to win. The mystery boy said we’d need to be much stronger than he was... We’re all going to die, aren’t we..?”

Sixteen months. That’s how much time is left? Fuck, that little time’s all that’s left? I swallow, I knew that. I had kept count somewhere in the back of my mind. But to hear it out loud... You’re all going to die in sixteen months, human. Oh, I know you’re not worried. Kakarot will save you all, but it doesn't really matter to me because by that time I need to be off planet either way. After the androids come, there is no longer any reason to stay. Actually, if I do not become Super Saiyan soon there never was a good reason... Now that we’ve passed the halfway point this seems very likely indeed. I should run. I should hide. And yet the idea leaves a dirty taste in my mouth. Somehow, throwing myself at those androids even if it means certain death is more appealing.  

I could, theoretically. It’s a comforting thought, for what it’s worth. At least, it is to me. Fucking people over, turning tail at the first chance I could find has been my goal for so long. But once upon a time, I believed warriors didn't run... didn’t hide... and it’s not like I have much to live for. I could do that. I could, if I wanted. It’s my life, I can waste it any way I damn well please.

Or, I could fuck you lot over, and abandon Earth at the last moment. I think I’ll leave it up in the air, keep this lot on their toes. The woman does get particularly weird at the thought of me getting hurt, after all.

An uncomfortable silence has settled in, but I just keep smiling. Good. Finally things are as they should be, with them uncomfortable and unsure and me fucking with them. Very good. I’ve gotten the initiative back. Turned the table on them, so to speak. Yes, very satisfying.

“That reminds me, Vegeta.” Bulma casually places a hand on her chin to lean on as she turns my way a little unsteadily. “It might be a little early to start with the gifts, but this is for you. Merry Christmas.” She digs down her cleavage with her free hand, and with a triumphant sound fishes something out. I’m loathe to touch it, because I know where it came from. Yet she pushes the little thing towards me, held between her thumb and index finger, until I either take it or have it shoved in my eye.

It’s a capsule. A rather big one, I notice. Intrigued, I shake it.

“It’s your own spaceship. With GR, of course.”

I freeze and nearly drop the capsule in my hand. I cannot help but stand and bend over her with what I hope passes as a grin. “Oh? How thoughtful. What made you think I’d need it?”

She blinks up at me lazily, then sits back so she can keep her eyes focused on me. “So you can, you know, dump us and run away without having to steal my shit.”

There is a collective intake of breath. Kakarot’s banshee is wide-eyed and frozen. The dwarf has hidden behind the father, who finally has abandoned his meal. Even the mother is shocked, hand over her mouth in a silent gesture.

Only Bulma remains calm. She stares at me with one eyebrow raised, challenging me. Fuck her. Hey, you know what? Maybe I won't become a Super Saiyan. That doesn't mean I can’t raise havoc. I’m fucking death incarnate! So, hey. Maybe I should take her up on this? Yeah, it’s on. I’m going to ride this pony for all it’s worth. And then, when the time comes, I’ll disappear somewhere among the vast reaches of space. Don't you dare think I have nowhere to go. I can go anywhere.

“A heartwarming gesture.” I toss the capsule into the air, then catch it. Then, I start to squeeze. It groans, more loudly than such a small thing should, and makes loud pops that push back against my hand. Yet I push harder, further, balling my fist until it fizzles out. I toss the smoking ruin in my still-filled champagne glass. “I won't be needing it, though.” As I turn, I grab the nuisance of a woman under her armpits and hoist her up until she’s at eye-level. “Because I aim to take whatever’s yours when I feel like it.”

With that, I lift her up higher and shove her butt onto the table so I can pass. Without deigning to acknowledge the rest, I leave, ready for some serious training.

The Krill-thing laughs again. “Yeah, we’re all going to die.”

Oh, he’s right. He’s definitely right. But I won't be pushed around. I’d rather die. I’d rather kill her.

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