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multiverse-in-archive · 3 years ago

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Five Times Touched (for Vegeta)

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((So some of these will be long, so I'll put these under read more-))

The Saiyan propped his arm up on the doorway, admittedly a tad exhausted from... well... today's events.

It was all rather hectic.

But it taught him something.

This family that he'd inadvertedly created. He... wanted to be a part of it...

Starting with the mother of his son...

Now where...

"And what are you doing here?"

And there she is.

He turned his head just in time to see her previous casual pace picking up to speed walking.

"Oh my Kami, are you still hurt!? Why didn't you go up with the others to the Lookout!?"

And there's the fussing.

... Alright, so how does he do this?

"... I came to talk to you..."

“And what could you possibly need to say that's more important than-"

He cut her off when he reached his free hand over to gently grasp her arm. And for a moment, they both stared at each other's eyes in silence.

He swore he'd never seen anything so blue before her...

... After a while she sighed and reached up tp grasp his wrist.

"Come on, go take a seat and we can talk about whatever you need to say while I work on that mess you made yourself.”

He simply nodded before pushing himself off the doorframe and allowing himself to be led further inside.

---

Alright... So... This took a while to prepare.

It took interrogating the Earthlings about the customs of what he was about to do while trying to avoid being found out before he could even make plans. And once that was done, Vegeta had started running errands with Bulma more often, eyes scanning the ground for coins to pick up discreetly.

... Of course, when he found that rings were something he could never hope to afford with the route he was going, he settled with the next best thing.

He melted the coins down with his own ki, and tirously sculpted and molded the metal into something she could wear on her finger.

... It was far from pretty, but it was the best he could do.

Now was the time.

The prince slipped into the bluenette's lab, makeshift ring clutched in his hand as he approached the heiress from behind.

"Bulma."

She paused her work and looked over her shoulder as soon as he announced his pressence.

"Yeah? Did Trunks lose something again?"

He didn't answer, simply continued his approach.

He saw Bulma raise a brow and turn to fully face him as he came closer and closer, only stopping when he was right in front of her.

"Uh...? Can I help you?"

Again, no answer. He looked down at her hands.

They said... left... right...?

So his free hand made a grab for it, heightening her confusion.

"Uhm... Vegeta?"

... What's the ring finger again? It's... right right right- The- The one next to the pinky finger!

So he moved to slip the ring onto her finger.

It was somewhat lumpy and a tad big on her finger. Not really surprising, as his hands were bigger than hers and he'd attempted to mold it around his own finger to get the shape right. Which he didn't even succeed at. And it looks like he forgot to smooth out the imprint his calluses left in.

So there she was, staring bewilderedly at the piece of metal hanging limply off of her thin, delicate finger.

"... What's this?" she finally asked, looking back up at his face only to be met with his intense stare.

"... Marry me," he finally said, his tone commanding.

This is how you propose, right?

---

Earth customs were so odd. Though he'd already knew that from the proposal.

So much planning and preperation, and much of it was focused on vanity rather than power.

And frankly, he felt a tad rediculous, standing in this suit in front of everyone that Bulma knew on either side of the asile. Some of who he'd never met.

Apparently one side of the asile was supposed to be taken up by the bride's circle. The other the groom's. But since everyone Vegeta knew that he could have ever cared about was dead, two of which he'd burned bridges with due to his own selfishness, that arrangement couldn't happen. And he wasn't sure how he felt about that.

His hands were stuffed in his pockets as he waited.

What was taking so long anyway-

Then, he heard the music play, and his eyes trailed to the other end of the asile.

And there she was, dressed in pure white and her face covered in a semi transparent veil. One arm clutched the arm of her father, the other a bouquet of colorful flowers.

Time seemed to stand still around them for a moment as she moved closer. And it felt like the only people in the world was just the two of them.

It took a second for him to realize that his jaw had slackened, but when he did, he clenched it and he had his face shift back to its typical stoicism, though he did feel his cheeks warming a bit.

It was when she joined him at the front did Dr. Briefs let her go, joining the rest of the guests in an unoccupied seat next to his wife. Vegeta huffed before flipping the obstructive veil from over her face. What is the point of this thing?

From there, a stranger from behind the podium droned on and on, and he really didn't pay attention.

At least until something caught his ears.

"If anyone objects to this union, please speak now or forever hold your peace."

Vegeta's eyes flicked to the guests, eyes narrowed hostily.

Who's the motherfucker that would dare-

He looked over all of them, trying to find the most likely canidate. It past over Chichi with her new son in her lap, a photo of Kakarot between her and Gohan. His soon to be parent in laws, his soon to be mother in law holding little Trunks in her lap. Krillin, growing in his hair and sitting next to the tincan. A blond woman with a laptop on her lap displaying a blue and purple face on the screen and sitting next to an old man. His dark eyes finally fell on Yamcha, whose gentle smile seemed to drop at the eye contact.

Got something to say, wolf boy?!

Almost as if reading his mind, the scar faced man rose up his hands and shook his head in response.

His eyes were torn away from the crowd when he felt a satin gloved hand cup his face and gently turn it away back to his bride.

Finally, the man spoke.

"Do you, Vegeta, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, until death do you part?"

Vegeta blinked at having been adressed, dark eyes flicking to the speaker for a moment before returning to Bulma.

"... Uh... Yes? I'm the one that proposed. What the hell kind of a question is that?"

He heard a bit of snickering in in the crowd and noticed Bulma hiding her face in one of her hands.

What?

Even the man stared at him bewildered for a moment before shrugging.

"And do you, Bulma Briefs, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, until death do you part?

Bulma peeked back up at Vegeta from her hand, looking like she was seriously considering to say no.

What? Was it something he said?

"I do..." she murmured, her hand slowly returning to her boquet.

"Then by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Vegeta raised a brow at that.

"I neded permission to do that?"

"Vegeta..." she sighed in exasperation.

He looked back at her before cupping her face. Then he leaned forward, close enough so that their lips were brushing against each other.

"Your Earth customs are strange..." he breathed.

"Just shut up and kiss me already...!” she hissed back.

He found a couple of chuckles huffing out of his nose before he finally joined their lips to do just that.

---

Vegeta sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

He's... got a lot to answer for after the shit he pulled... Especially to...

He swallowed.

She was probably never going to forgive him for this...

Rightfully so, he reminded himself.

Just get it over with.

He pushed the door open, seeing his son and wife's heads pop up to face him.

"Dad!" Trunks called out before rushing towards him, practically tackling into him.

Reflexively, Vegeta wound his arms around his son before loosening the hold, hands lightly resting on the boy's shoulder blades.

"Trunks! Don't jump on me like that!" he scolded.

He saw the lavender haired boy open his mouth to reply, but whatever he said never came out as the matriarch of the family stood up, arms crossed.

"Trunks, go upstairs and play with your toys, okay? Your father and I have some things to discuss."

Vegeta held back a grimace.

Yup. Sounds about right.

"But mom-" the Saiyan hybrid started in protest.

"Do as she says, boy," Vegeta said firmly.

The boy looked between his parents for a moment before reluctantly doing as he's told, flying off towards the stairs.

It was only when they were sure he was gone did they approach each other. Until they were face to face.

Blue eyes glared into his dark ones, and the heat of them reminded him of the newer stars in the universe. Burning. Scorching.

"... Bulma..."

She pushed him in repsonse, causing him to step back. Of course it didn't hurt him a bit. She couldn't hurt him if she wanted to.

"What the hell were you thinking!?"

Push.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?"

Push.

She looked like she was starting to tear up.

"Killing all those people!"

Push.

"Holding them all hostage like that!"

Push.

"You almost killed us!"

Push.

"What if you actually did kill us!? Huh!?"

Push.

He could definitely see tears starting to roll down her face now.

"WHAT THEN!?"

Push.

"All BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO BEAT GOKU!!!"

Push.

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE BETTER THAN THIS NOW!!!"

Shove!

"... I'm sorry..." he finally said, quietly.

Bulma froze then, staring up at him in shock.

Not surprising. He's never said sorry.

Not before now.

So they stayed like this for a moment, staring at each other.

Then her brows shifted to a scowl.

"If you're really sorry... then... Then don't do this again...! You hear me!? Don't you ever pull this crap again, Vegeta!"

He reached a hand to cup her face, his thumb brushing away a tear.

"You have my word..." he said softly.

And just like that, she threw herself into his arms, sobbing into his shoulder. Vegeta simply held her there, letting her let it out. His fingers on one hand was tangled in her short blue hair, and his other hand was resting on the middle of her back.

All the while, he felt an aching in his chest, and he couldn't describe it.

Never again... He'd never hurt her like this again.

---

"Vegeta," her voice called from the intercom in the Gravity Chamber, "Could you come out here? We need to talk."

He huffed, though partially from exhaustion.

"Can't this wait? I'm in the middle of training."

"It's important!" his wife snapped, "Get your butt out here before I drag you out!"

... He gave a sigh at that.

Dammit, fine...

He moved, albiet with some difficulty, to the console before shutting it off. The red lights went out, and he was freed from the merciless pull of the artificial gravity.

He rolled his shoulders as he made his way out, met with the sight of Bulma leaning against the wall nearest the exit of the room his chamber was situated in.

She first tossed the towel at his face, which he proceeded to wipe the sweat off with. Then she tossed him a bottle of water.

"So you know how I've been sick lately?" she started as he chugged down the beverage.

He coughed at that, his muscles stiff as he eyed her.

"It's not terminal is it?"

"Oh calm down, I'm not dying," she huffed.

His muscles sagged in relief, though he cocked his head to the side.

"Then what is it?"

Slowly, her hands moved to her stomach.

"I'm pregnant again..."

He nearly dropped his bottle, and he stared at her for a moment, gobsmacked.

Then, slowly, he approached.

"... So... we're...."

"Having another kid, yeah."

Slowly, his free hand reached up to her stomach, fingertips resting lightly on it.

It was flat right now, of course, as it probably hasn't even formed a vaguely human shape yet. But in the coming weeks...

... He remembered her first pregnancy, where he up and ditched her. At the time, he wasn’t willing to accept having a family.

But this time... This time things would be different...!

#Message in a Bottle {Ask}#Let Me Tell You a Story {Drabble}#The Unit {The Briefs Family}#I HOPE THESE ARE OKAY KDGHUGVBHJ #I TRIED REALLY HARD ON THESE-

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duhragonball · 5 years ago

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Dragon Ball Super Movie 1: Broly (1/2)

This ended up taking longer than I expected, so I decided to break it up into sections. The first Dragon Ball Super movie premiered in Japan on December 14, 2018, and then in the U.S. and Canada on January 16, 2019.

After Resurrection F, just about every episode of Dragon Ball Super aired, and this movie takes place after all of that. So just to get everyone up to speed: Beerus had a friendly tournament with his counterpart in Universe 6, and the King of Everything liked the idea so much that he threw his own event called the Tournament of Power, which saw eight universes square off in teams of ten. But our universe was short-handed, so Goku arranged for Frieza to be brought back to life for one day so he could participate, and then Whis revived Frieza for keeps after Beerus was pleased with Frieza’s performance.

This movie is important for a few reasons. First, it features Aya Hisakawa as Bulma, the first time the role has been recast following Hiromi Tsuru’s tragic death in 2017.

Second, this movie reintroduces the Broly character. In the DBZ films, he was a side-story, non-canon villain, but this movie works him into the main canon. Well... as canonical as Dragon Ball Super gets, I suppose. Similarly, this movie also does the same thing with Gogeta.

Third, this one currently stands as the highest-grossing Dragon Ball movie ever, and one of the top-grossing anime films of all time. I looked at the Wikipedia list, and it’s at #12. But Resurrection F is at #19, so I think it’s safe to assume that any future Dragon Ball movies might break the record. Even so, I knew this one was a bigger deal when I went to see it. Res F only played in my town for three days, I think. Broly ran for maybe three weeks and I couldn’t see it on the first try because it was sold out that night. If it’s true that Akira Toriyama came out of retirement because of how bad Dragon Ball: Evolution was, then I think it’s safe to say that he’s exorcised that demon.

Fourth, this movie’s box office success and popularity led to the downfall of American voice actor and sex pest Vic Mignogna. Vic has played Broly in all of his past movies, as well as the video games and any other localized Broly media. But he’s also garnered a reputation over the decades for creeping on women and girls at fan conventions. DBS: Broly put him in the limelight again, and I’m pretty sure this caused a lot of people to ask why we’re still putting up with this perv in the year 2019. A few weeks after the movie premiered in the U.S., RoosterTeeth cut ties with him and re-cast all the parts he played for their shows. A week later, Funimation did the same thing. Quite stupidly, Vic tried to sue his way out of this mess, taking Funimation and two of its voice actresses to court for defamation and conspiracy, and the case was dismissed with prejudice on October 4. The last I heard, he was doing public appearances in the basements of creepy malls. Maybe there’s still venues willing to do business with him, but as I understand it, most anime conventions have recognized that he just isn’t worth the bad publicity.

Anyway, it’s kind of weird to be doing this with a movie that just came out eleven months ago. This will probably be more text-heavy than usual, since I have a lot of things to say about this movie that I never got around to earlier in the year.

For example, what the hell is this thing?

All right, so the first... I dunno, fifteen minutes?... of this movie is a flashback of what Planet Vegeta was like before Frieza destroyed it. For clarity: the main story of this movie is set in Age 780, the same year as the Tournament of Power in the DBS TV series, while this flashback takes place in Age 739.... I guess? The Dragon Ball Wiki contends that Goku and Broly were born in Age 737, and they look about two years old in this part, but I dunno.

Anyway, King Cold has come to Planet Vegeta to inform King Vegeta that he’s retiring from the space-villain business and putting his son Frieza in charge. This was always very satisfying to me, because I never quite understood King Cold’s role in the Frieza organization. Turns out he used to run the whole thing, and then he handed it over to Frieza, which allows him to retain a lot of power without actually having to run things directly.

It also explains why the Saiyans lasted as long as they did under Frieza’s rule. Conquering the Saiyans happened under King Cold’s regime. Once Frieza took over, he spent some time reconsidering that decision. Anyway, Frieza hands out scouters to King Vegeta, explaining that they’re the new latest and greatest technology for detecting and quantifying powerful fighters. He even shoots down some Saiyan snipers just to demonstrate how well they work.

King Vegeta doesn’t like this turn of events, maybe because he had hoped King Cold would grant the Saiyans independence when he retired. But there’s no much he can do about it, so he consoles himself in his son, Prince Vegeta. The tests show that Vegeta has enormous potential, and the King is certain that his son will one day grow powerful enough to overthrow Frieza and rule the universe himself.

Then he sees another life support tank with another Saiyan baby in it, and he throws a hissy fit about it. See, Saiyans in this era raise their newborns in these tanks, and this particular tank farm is for babies singled out for having elite fighting potential. The guys who run the place explain to him that Colonel Paragus’s son had exceptional test results, which may even exceed Prince Vegeta’s. The King tries to see for himself, but the measuring device overloads and explodes.

Then this lady walks up and tells him Broly might possibly become the next Legendary Super Saiyan, which doesn’t exactly put the king at ease.

So King Vegeta orders Broly to be shipped off to the planetoid of Vampa. When Paragus learns of this, he demands an explanation, since you only do that sort of thing for weaker, low-class Saiyan babies. That’s what Raditz said way back in DBZ episode 2, you know, but Broly’s already been shown to be far stronger than this. Also, Vampa’s a dump and everyone knows it, so even if Broly subjugates the planet, no one would want to buy it, so what’s the point. King Vegeta explains that Broly is probably some kind of mutant, and no matter how strong he may be, he’ll eventually lose control of that power and become dangerous. At least this way he’ll be on Vampa instead of being dead. But Paragus thinks the king is only doing this out of jealousy. He can’t handle that a mere colonel’s son tested better than the prince, so he’s sweeping Broly under the rug.

So Paragus hijacks a spaceship and flies to Vampa himself to rescue Broly. His plan is to desert King Vegeta and the Frieza Force and raise Broly on some other planet until he can make Broly into a great warrior. Another Saiyan named Beets tries to talk him out of it, but ends up getting roped into the hijacking. Paragus foolishly crash lands the ship on Vampa, and when Beets says he can’t repair the ship, Paragus shoots him so the rations will last longer. I like this scene, because when they first arrived on Vampa, Paragus made Beets come with him, fearing that he’d take off and leave them if he stayed behind. Beets swore he’d never do that, but Paragus doesn’t believe in trustworthy Saiyans. So his shooting Beets is just proof of his cynicism towards his own people.

Then we flash forward another five years. That seems kind of fishy to me, but okay.

Bardock and his comrade are on their way back to Planet Vegeta, because Frieza ordered them all to come home. Bardock is suspicious, because if Frieza had orders for them, he could have just relayed them by radio, and if he has weapons to distribute, then there’d still be no need to have every Saiyan on the planet at the same time to hand them all out.

I know people don’t care much for the Dragon Ball Minus version of Bardock, but it does make a lot more sense than the “Father of Goku” version. This movie expands on the Dragon Ball Minus comic by explaining Bardock’s reasoning in greater detail. The other Saiyans simply can’t believe that Frieza would do anything drastic to them, mainly because they work for Frieza and do what he wants. But Bardock knows that the Saiyans dislike Frieza, and that the feeling is probably mutual, and he might just be planning to do something about it.

Then one of his pals mentions that Frieza’s administrators have been asking around about the Super Saiyan legend, and that’s the final piece of the puzzle. Bardock realizes that Frieza’s worried about a Saiyan uprising, which normally wouldn’t be a threat, unless a Super Saiyan emerges.

The point I’m driving at here is that he doesn’t really need psychic powers to see all this coming. He just happens to be smart enough and paranoid enough to figure out how Frieza thinks. It’s not as dramatic as “Father of Goku”, but it’s still effective.

The thing I tried to do last year was to write a fanfic that combined this version of Bardock with the “FoG” version. Basically, to have Gine in the story and have her cope with her husband having doomsday visions. I really ought to get back to that sometime.

As for Frieza, his people report that the Super Saiyan and Super Saiyan God are nothing more than old stories, but Frieza insists that he had to be certain. Even so, he plans to blow up all the Saiyans anyway, since he’s got them all together in one place. I don’t know, maybe he only asked about Super Saiyans because he was afraid this upcoming attack might provoke a Super Saiyan survivor.

Moving on, if you know the story of Dragon Ball Minus, you know what’s coming next. Bardock meets up with his wife Gine, and I dig this chubby Saiyan working at the meat-packing place. I think that’s my favorite part of this movie, really, just seeing all the diverse kinds of Saiyans running around on this planet. Fat ones, thin ones, weak ones. That one lady looked like some kind of scientist, and the guy in King Vegeta’s court looked like a butler or something. It’s a nice change from DBZ, where every Saiyan extra ended up looking like Raditz, more or less. And every Saiyan from Universe 6 looked like they were made of noodles.

Bardock asks about their kids, and Gine explains that Raditz has been assigned to off-world duty with Prince Vegeta. As for Kakarot, he’s still in his tank, which just sort of sits in the middle of their home. Bardock plans to steal a space pod and send Kakarot to another planet, since he thinks Frieza’s going to blow up Planet Vegeta soon, because he believes the Legendary Super Saiyan might appear.

Gine is upset with this, obviously. What really threw me when I first watched the movie was how all these characters speak of the Legendary Super Saiyan. No one seems to quite believe in the idea, or maybe it’s more accurate to say that they don’t particularly care if it’s true or not, since it would have happened so long ago. But there’s a forboding sense that it could happen again. King Vegeta are looking forward to it, because they think their sons could fill that role. But Bardock and Gine dread it, because that dumb story convinced Frieza to kill them all, and it’s going to get their son shot into space. Anyway, anytime someone mentions the Super Saiyan in this movie, someone else always goes “You mean the Legendary Super Saiyan?” No, mate, I was referring to the ordinary kind you see on every street corner.

Anyway, this was why I started writing my fic, because this legend was such a big deal in early DBZ. No one in-universe seems to know anything about the previous Super Saiyan. Even if the guy never existed, you’d expect there to be some details. My assumption is that this was all lost over the past thousand years, to the point where all anyone remembers is that some Saiyan got tired of being nice and decided to go ape shitt. And that run of destruction was so memorable that people still talk about it a thousand years later, even after everything else got forgotten. For me, that’s a writing prompt, and I’ve spent the last four years trying to write a story and build an OC who could make Frieza nervous enough to blow up an entire planet of his own henchmen.

So when I watched this movie, I sort of worried that one of the characters might drop some new, unwanted lore about the Legendary Super Saiyan. Up to this point, all we knew about the legend was what Vegeta recalled, but for all I knew Gine studied up on the subject when she took that mythology course at Saiyan University. “Super Saiyan? You mean like Topotay, the seven-foot-tall heteronormative man who hated cooking and never left his home planet?”

So Bardock prepares the pod, and when Gine asks him why he’s bothering, especially when they can’t save themselves, he explains that it’s because he spends all his time fighting that he wants to try to save something for a change. I like that a lot, because so much of the Saiyan culture in DBZ is extrapolated from Raditz and Vegeta’s perception of it, which is slanted towards ultra-violence and ruthlessness-as-virtue. And sure, there’s plenty of that. We get a lot of it in this very movie. But there’s two sides to the coin. Paragus was genuinely worried about his son, and Beets seemed to be sympathetic to him as well. Bardock embraced his wife in front of someone, and now this. Character traits aren’t hard rules. It isn’t out-of-character for a violent man to crave peace once in a while, or for a brutal warrior to finally appreciate compassion, especially when he thinks he’s about to die.

The big twist here is that Bardock sent Goku to Earth to save his life. He was not, as Raditz assumed, deployed to Earth by the Saiyan government to conquer it. In fact, Bardock chose the Earth specifically because it was far enough out of the way that he didn’t think Frieza would bother with it. Gine would later contact Raditz to inform him of all of this, but she left out the details of why they did this, probably for fear of being overheard on the communicators.

In orbit, Frieza’s aides point out that the Saiyans make up half of their fighting force, but Frieza doesn’t care. He knows the Saiyans aren’t going to quietly tolerate his rule forever, so it’s better to deal with them now. That’s how afraid of the Super Saiyan he is. He’d rather blow up half his military than worry about it. Presumably, King Cold never cared in the first place. He could barely rememer what a Super Saiyan was, even while he was watching Trunks turn into one.

Anyway, Frieza does the fingerbang thing, Bardock tries to stop it, but he fails and gets zapped back in time to the Episode of Bardock special, and the planet explodes. We’ve seen this moment maybe a dozen times by now, but I do like the part where Frieza monitors the destruction on his scouter, and the number of power signals coming from the planet count down to zero.

Elsewhere, Prince Vegeta’s group hears about this, and they find the whole thing suspicious, because the official story is that the planet got hit by a meteor. Vegeta and Raditz don’t particularly care. They both have brothers off-world, but they dismiss them as unimportant weaklings.

Then we finally flash forward to the main story of the movie. Baby Kakarot has grown up into Son Goku, the hero of Earth, and Vegeta lives here too, and he’s married the richest lady on the planet. They both turned into the next Legendary Super Saiyan, and recently they just got done teaming up with Frieza to win the Tournament of Power, proving that their universe deserves to exist. But Goku and Vegeta still want to get stronger. Goku, because he wants to fight all those strong guys he met from the other universes, and Vegeta because he’s convinced that Frieza will attack the Earth again now that he’s returned to life. Also, Beerus and Whis are here, for no particularly good reason. That seems to be the Dragon Ball Super brand in a nutshell. What made Movie 14 so good was how they introduced them as new characters, made them the focus of the story, and had them shake things up. Since then, they just hang out on the sidelines and eat snacks.

This works out, though, because Bulma gets a call from Trunks about someone breaking into her lab and stealing the six Dragon Balls she had collected, as well as the Dragon Radar. They quickly realize it was Frieza’s henchmen who did it, and so they head off to find the 7th Dragon Ball before they do. Whis wants to tag along, but Beerus doesn’t, so she leaves her baby behind and asks him to keep an eye on her. D’awwwwwwwwww.

On the way to the ice continent where the last ball is located, Goku asks why Bulma was collecting the Dragon Balls in the first place. She admits that she wanted to ask Shenron to de-age her by about five years. Just five? Bulma figures that if she makes herself too young all at once, people will think she had plastic surgery. Why not just get plastic surgery? Wait, I’m asking the wrong question here. Don’t people already think Bulma already had work done? She hasn’t aged since the Cell Games.

So what does Frieza plan to wish for? When he first appeared back in early DBZ, he wanted to become immortal. His aide, whose name I have forgotten, asks if he’s going to try that again, but Frieza says no.

I’m confused by his reasoning, but Frieza explains that while he was dead and in hell, he realized that it was torture being unable to die or move, so immortality holds no meaning for him. Okay, but that only happened to you because you died. Does Frieza think that becoming immortal would leave him unable to move? Or is he just afraid of getting trapped in some situation where death would be the only release, like when Garlic Junior got trapped in the Dead Zone?

At the very least, I’ll give credit where it’s due: it looks like Toriyama finally gave Frieza a bit of character development to play into his resurrection. My big complaint about Resurrection F was that Frieza came back to life and immediately went right back to doing all the stupid shit that got him killed in the first place, and it seemed like the 15 years he spent in hell had no effect on him whatsoever. He wasn’t afraid of dying again, nor was he dismayed by the knowledge of what awaits him on the others side. Now, in this movie, he at least has some perspective. Shenron could make Frieza immortal, but he can’t make him stronger than Goku, so maybe he’s worried that Goku might throw him into a black hole or something.

Even so, it was weird to watch this movie and see a Frieza who utterly does not care about becoming immortal, because he seemed so obsessed with it back on Namek. But now that I’ve watched DBZ in Japanese, I’ve noticed that Frieza never seemed all that concerned about it. He’s not Voldemort, who was terrified of death and sought to conquer it, or Kars, who wanted to eliminate his few remaining weaknesses. Frieza only seemed to want immortality back then because it was the only thing he could think of that he didn’t already have, and maybe to screw with Vegeta, who saw the Dragon Balls as the only way to beat Frieza. Still, I find it odd that Frieza isn’t even a little worried about what’ll happen to him when he finally kicks the bucket. His aide suggests that he might wish for an invincible-but-still-mortal body, and Frieza says that would take all the fun out of “the game”. So I guess he’s adopted an Android 17 outlook on life? Well, so be it, but he knows he’s going to get hung up on the happy fun tree again whenever he dies of old age, so why doesn’t that weigh on him? In Movie 15, he seemed to think he only ended up there because he died on Earth. Does he think if he dies someplace else, that he’ll go to a better hell with free wifi and room service? If I were Frieza, I’d be doing some serious churchin’ up.

Anyway, his other, cooler aide, Berryblue, already has this figured out: Frieza wants to wish to be taller. Specifically, five centimeters taller, so that it won’t be too conspicuous. I really like Berryblue, even though this is about the only thing she does in this movie. Both of these aides appeared in the flashback, implying that they’ve been with Frieza for decades and somehow survived his fifteen-year death. There would have been no need for someone like her on his Namek campaign, but the absence of characters like her was exactly why I never cared much for Frieza’s classic henchmen. They were all jacked up thugs constantly licking Frieza’s boots and not much else. Berryblue’s not afraid of this guy at all, probably because she changed his space-diapers when he was little, and if he kills her, he won’t have anyone to bring him space-wine from the ship’s space-cellar.

So why doesn’t Frieza just use his second form, the one he used to fight Piccolo on Namek? That form was like eight feet tall, but also fuck Frieza’s second form. He only had those forms to regulate his power, and these days he doesn’t even use them. He wants to be taller in his default state. But he doesn’t want to be too tall all at once, or it wouldn’t look natural. This from the guy who went out of his way to turn mustard yellow at full power.

Personally, I’m torn on this whole gag. It is kind of funny that Frieza is after the same dumb kind of wish that Bulma was, but it’s also kind of stupid that Frieza is after the exact same thing that Commander Red wanted way back in the original Dragon Ball. The problem with bringing Frieza back is that no one knows what to do with him. They already had him attack Earth again, die again, and come back again. We’ve even seen him team up with the good guys. But DBS ended with him going off on his merry way, and it looks like he’s rebuilding the Frieza Force, but that feels kind of hollow while he has Goku and Vegeta on his mind. Having him make another go at the Dragon Balls is a solid move, except the Dragon Balls alone aren’t a motivation because you still need to have something to wish for. This whole “5cm taller” thing just feels like a gag to cover the lack of an actual answer to the problem.

Meanwhile, let’s check in on these two. The green lady is Cheelai, and the orange guy is Leemo. They’re in the Frieza Force, but not as warriors. Leemo’s just a transport pilot, and I don’t really know what Cheelai’s official job is, but their current assignment is to search the galaxy for strong warriors to recruit for Frieza’s army. When you think about it, Frieza’s pretty bad at this whole “private army” business. King Cold left him the entire Saiyan race, the Ginyu Force, Zarbon, Dodoria, and whoever else. First, Frieza wiped out the Saiyans, which made up half of his soldiers. Then he deployed his finest troops to Namek, where they al got taken out by Goku and Vegeta, two of the Saiyans he neglected to kill. Then Frieza gets himself and King Cold killed on a pointless revenge mission, leaving Sorbet to try to keep the whole thing going. Across a fifteen year period, Sorbet probably loses a lot of good soldiers to insurrections and desertion. Then Frieza comes back and assembles an army of 1000 warriors, and he kills all of them on another pointless revenge mission.

So yeah, in this scene, Cheelai laments that there just aren’t many warriors out there with a power level greater than 1000. Well there used to be, until Frieza got them all killed. Now he’s down to scrubs like Leemo, who’s worked for Frieza for decades, but can’t fight worth a damn. According to Cheelai, she only joined up because she stole a spaceship or something, and knew the authorities wouldn’t chase after her if she was in the Frieza Force. Really? I don’t think Frieza would go out of his way to personally avenge or rescue her if the Galactic Patrol caught her.

There’s a cute gag here where Cheelai mentions how Frieza turned out to be shorter than she expected, and Leemo warns her never to say that again if she values her life, recalling how Berryblue mentioned that Frieza used to execute some of his men for mocking his height behind his back. Gee, why could Frieza have a staffing problem? This is why Cell is the best villain. He’s plenty tall, and he’s not so friggin’ insecure, and he can handle his own shit.

Anyway, the pair pick up a distress signal and it turns out it’s coming from Vampa, where they find Paragus striking... a pose. Yes. It’s like he knew he’d be wearing a shower curtain over his legs for the rest of the movie so he wanted to flaunt his goodies now while he still had the chance.

Paragus is now old and grey-headed, but he still has a power level of 4200, which is weaker than Nappa, but still good enough that Leemo and Cheelai are thrilled to take him back on their ship. But then they get attacked by the giant head lice on Vampa, and Paragus calls for Broly to save them...

...And Cheelai is astounded by his power, which is too high to measure on the scouter. That... doesn’t mean a whole lot these days, unless they increased the scouters’ range since the Freiza Saga. Hers doesn’t explode, at least, so they managed to improve that much in the past twenty years.

So on the ride back, Cheelai spends some time with Broly and gives him ration bars, or maybe it’s just candy, I dunno. Paragus tells Broly to thank her, but she finds it too formal, and teaches the “Okay” sign as she tells Broly to just say “thank you” and leave it at that.

Aboard Frieza’s ship, Paragus explains that he had to cut off Broly’s tail because he was getting too powerful, and that Broly would have these surges in power where he would lose all control of himself. To deal with these, he put a shock collar on Broly’s neck, and he keeps the remote in his fanny pack. He demonstrates how it works, and Leemo and Cheelai are horrified.

But they’re not so horrified that they balk at their reward for finding these two. Apparently everyone in DBZ outer space gets paid in ball-point pens.

After Leemo and Cheelai leave, Frieza explains to Paragus that Planet Vegeta was destroyed a long time ago, though he neglects to mention that he did the destroying. Not that Paragus cares, since he gave up on ever going back there because of King Vegeta. Frieza mentions that Prince Vegeta is still alive on Earth, and offers to help him get revenge.

Notably in this scene, Frieza refers to Prince Vegeta as “Vegeta IV,” which makes his dad King Vegeta III. It’s nice to finally have that settled after all these years.

I hadn’t noticed this until now, but there’s another lady on the ship besides Cheelai and Berryblue. Probably not that remarkable, since Cheelai already explained that Frieza was hiring more women now that he couldn’t afford to be picky. There are sources that say Frieza’s organization just didn’t allow women, period, but I always find those sort of absolutes hard to believe. There’s also been talk that Frieza’s species has no gender, which is entirely plausible, but then why should Frieza bother with making sexist hiring policies?

Wait, maybe Frieza got frustrated with it. Like, he kept misgengering his staff, and he didn’t like looking foolish, so he just went, you know what, no women. That actually makes some sense, especially in light of this movie, where he’s on a hiring spree for his ultra-important campaign to grow two whole inches.

Oh, wait, I just remembered that tough-looking lady they introduced for Dragon Ball Z: Kakarot. I guess she was working for Frieza the whole time, but maybe he made special exceptions for quality talent. Or he separated his crews by gender, so whenever he boards a different ship someone has to tell him which pronouns to use. This is why Cell’s the best villain, because if you tell him your pronouns, he’ll just fucking remember instead of being a jackass about it. All thanks to Piccolo’s cells. Also Nappa’s.

When Broly and Paragus come down for some food, Cheelai invites them to their table, but Paragus isn’t interested in chatting, and Broly doesn’t seem to know how. Cheelai asks him why he’s still wearing the green fur around his waist, but when she tries to touch it he flips out, and she backs off. Mostly, I just like this shot of Cheelai here.

Also this one, where she gets upset with Paragus for not allowing Broly to tell his tragic backstory. But we’ll have to save that for the second half of this review.

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mz-hide · 5 years ago

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Trick of Might - Chapter 11

Aka: a Dragon Ball Z slash fic.

Chapter 11

A little breather from the smutfest with some plot in which Piccolo may or may not be onto something and Bulma is a barely-managing adult.

(Warning: contains a lil spicy VegeBul moment)

Summary: An ancient enemy makes a sudden comeback into Goku’s life. Long-suppressed memories surface again and it’s no longer possible for the young saiyan to ignore them. Warnings: Dubious Consent, (because of drug use) Ships & Pairings: Bulma/Vegeta, Goku/Vegeta, Goku/Turles, Goku/Turles/Vegeta, Turles/Vegeta, Raditz/Turles, Nappa/Turles, Nappa/Raditz/Turles Contains: Threesome - M/M/M, Group Sex, Polyamory, Aphrodisiacs, Secret Crush, Confessions, Enemies to Lovers, Love Triangles, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Gay Sex, Biting, Scratching, Boners All Around, Feral Behavior, (just a tiny bit), Resolved Sexual Tension, Sexual Content

You can find the rest on my AO3 page (username: originalmonkeyhydes)

It wasn’t as if Piccolo was truly intimidated by his former enemy’s wife. Chi Chi was strong for sure, but not in comparison to a Namekian warrior. He had no real reason to fear her. Even so, he found himself flying off in the direction opposite to the Son family’s house. Bulma had made a lot of sense when she’d suggested that bringing back the news of her husband’s disappearance and her precious child’s unconscious body in the dead of the night was something she might not have taken easily. And a Namekian’s hearing was very sharp, their ears very sensitive. Piccolo didn’t need to risk making an attempt to know it wouldn’t have been a good idea. Instead, he flew to a place of peace and quite, where he could watch over Gohan while waiting for him to regain consciousness. The air was still quite warm in the wastelands. A spot on the soft, tender summer grass would have made a fine enough place for his pupil to sleep for the night. He’d been used to it during the year Piccolo had spent training him, after all. Sure, in the morning the woman would have been furious, waking up to find both her kid and her husband gone without a word or warning. But if he’d waited for the sunrise, Gohan would have been conscious again and Piccolo would not have been there to hear it when he made it back home to explain the situation. The green-skinned warrior flew at a leisure pace, constantly, mildly aware of the monstrous energy radiating from afar. Cell’s energy was still obnoxiously foreboding even at such a great distance. The bug-like android made no effort to conceal his outstanding aura. So far he’d kept his word and let time fly by without causing any more panic. The world was already shaking with the danger of the upcoming tournament that would have decided its fate. Cell would be the type for self-complacency. Piccolo could believe he would truly just sit the entire month out without even making a move to re-assert his undisputed superiority or train. He seemed to believe he didn’t need to. And, of course, he was right. Even so, the constant presence of his aura at the corners of his conscience was making Piccolo beyond uneasy. What if that monster gets bored and decides to make a move while Goku is gone? Who’s going to face him then? As much as irks me to admit it, even having Vegeta around would come in handy right now. With those two idiots gone, there’s only so much the rest of us can do. We can still count on Trunks, but… He looked at the boy in his arms and felt a familiar uneasiness take hold of him. Gohan had grown strong. He had to remind himself the boy was now stronger than him. If he was stronger than Cell, that he didn’t know. Goku was keeping the details of their father-son training to himself, leaving Piccolo and all the others in the dark. If he were a betting man, he would wager the saiyan had done that not to give his friends too high hopes. Part of him wanted to trust the man’s secrecy, part of him couldn’t help but doubt him. Goku was a capable fighter, maybe the only hope they had to save the planet from the new menace. Piccolo had grown to know and respect him over the years, he’d grown to care for his son too, so much that their unlikely new-found friendship had eclipsed his ancient unconditional hatred. But how was he supposed to trust Goku now? The saiyan had just disapeared on them without saying a word. But even that would have been fine, if the distraction hadn’t kept him off planet for so long. This is the kind of reckless behavior that almost got him killed on Namek. He can’t afford to keep behaving like this when he has the fate of the world on his shoulders, he moped, gently landing on a plateau of his liking, laying Gohan down on the soft, fragrant grass. The rock still retained a faint trace of the scorching direct sunlight it had absorbed during the day and let out a pleasant glowing warmth. Even at that height, the temperature was still pleasant and the rock formation shielded them from the strongest gusts of the desert winds. Nevertheless, the Namekian took off his heavy clock and set it over the sleeping boy’s body to shield him from the chill of the night breeze. He sat down next to his pupil and let his eyes roam the landscape, absorbed in meditation. A slight frown creased his forehead upon noticing a familiar disruption of the otherwise harmonious skyline. There was an unnatural void where once had been plateaus and mountains, as if the land had been swept clean. A lot had happened since then and he hadn’t ventured to that place, but Piccolo still remembered where he’d died. He hand’t been alive to see the mountains crumble and rock turn to dust to know that was the destruction brought about by Goku and Vegeta’s first fight. Another wave of fretting irritation washed over him. Goku’s night escapade had been just the cherry on top of a cake of foreboding signs he’d elected to overlook. Lately, the man’s behavior had been debatable, to say the least. Since Trunks had showed up to warn them about the androids, something had changed. Initially he’d seemed to take the threat seriously. He’d trained diligently, pushing Gohan as hard as he would push himself. Piccolo had found his intensity fitting for the occasion. He could have almost sworn Goku had started being considerate, possibly for the first time in his life. He had suggested not to use the dragon balls to resolve the problem, so that Vegeta would have a reason not to antagonize them anymore. That had felt like a smart idea. Piccolo saw it as the next best option to fix the mistake of leaving the other saiyan alive. He hadn’t noticed that Goku was actually just being reckless. He had forgotten to take his medicine. He had forgotten his own life was at risk. And then, even after Vegeta had proven himself unworthy of trust, he’d kept spurring him on, going to the length of telling him about the hyperbolic time chamber. All the conniving, the teasing, the flaunting and the unexplained secrecy… Piccolo was starting to think it had all been a just a game between the two saiyans. And he sure as hell did not like that thought one bit. He lifted his eyes to the sky, brooding. Now that those two had gone and took to space together, he didn’t know what to think. Especially since the faint, ominous energy orbiting about the solar system hadn’t waned nor spiked since. Knowing Vegeta, there was a good chance he was going to take the occasion to test his power and stroke his ego. Knowing Goku, there was no way he would have turned down a challenge if the Prince had presented him with one. That was the whole reason he’d spared him, even after he’d threatened to destroy his planet and kill his son. Piccolo retroactively cringed in indignation at the thought. Saying he disliked Vegeta was saying very little. Though he’d grown to understand and respect Goku, first as a worthy opponent and then as something akin to a friend, when it came to his decision to spare Vegeta, he had very little trust in his judgment. And he was starting to have little trust in his own. He’d just let the saiyan go. He’d just knowingly let the proud, overconfident, delusional Prince of saiyans get to something that could potentially make him a serious threat again. If Goku had been wrong and the tree had produced fruits, Piccolo wasn’t sure Vegeta wouldn’t have consumed one and took the chance to take his nemesis out once and for all. He would have done it, even if it had meant he would be dooming Earth to certain destruction. He had a spaceship, after all, he could decided to leave everything behind him, if he wished to. Why wouldn’t he, after all? The Prince had put the whole planet in danger before. He was the one responsible for Cell’s final form. He was the one who’d allowed him to transform. His arrogance was what had doomed them all. But, more than that, it had been Goku’s fault. He was the one who’d pushed them all down that dangerous slope the moment he’d decided not to use the dragon balls. He’d wanted it all. And he’d wanted all that, he’d put himself and all his friends though it all just to keep Vegeta on the planet. But does Vegeta even care for that? No. All he cares about is to become stronger than Goku so that he can have his rematch and beat him. And he doesn’t plan to show the same mercy Goku has showed him. If he wins, it’s the end. All he wants is to beat Goku. So, why waste the chance, when he has a way to become stronger than him right in front of him, ripe for the plucking? He gritted his teeth. One would think that, after all the training they’ve been through and ascending beyond the level of a super saiyan, it would be impossible not to feel it if those two were to fight. I can’t sense anything like that. If they’re not fighting, then… what are they both doing up there? Gohan mumbled slightly in his sleep, turning to the side. His serene sleeping face was a nice distraction from his disturbing trail of thoughts. The Namekian put his worries aside, focusing instead on keeping watch over his pupil.

Her entire body was flaring with anger. Her stupid experiment wasn’t going well, sitting in the lab had been infuriating. Once frustration had gotten to her, her hands had started shaking, her mind had stopped reasoning but she’d refused to stop. And then the damn thing had decided to explode right in her face. She was lucky she had been wearing a mask of she would have lost an eye. Or set fire to her hair. Not that it would have been exceedingly regrettable, considering it probably look awful anyway. Bulma had been feeling uncharacteristically ugly for a while. She felt swollen and possibly constipated. Her clothes seemed to fit too tight and her skin and hair seemed to be more greasy than usual, no matter what she did. When she wasn’t chewing a gum, she gnawed at her nails. And to top it all off, there was a warm, tight, stirring coil in the pit of her stomach that just wouldn’t leave her alone. After handling the rest of her day so poorly, deciding to resolve that particular issue was probably a bad idea. But she felt too pent up to care. “My room. 10 minutes”, she demanded through the intercom. The holographic screens were probably showing a face as inviting as her tone. It was a good thing Vegeta was facing in the other direction, one hand behind his back and one on the floor, pushing his weight up with seeming difficulty. Droplets of sweat ran down his sides and fell to the floor as if they’re been made of led. Gravity in the chamber must have been impossibly intense. “Not now, woman, I’m training.” Not a tone she was willing to listen to right now. “I was working the other day but I had to drop everything and indulge you when you came looking for me, didn’t I?”, she insisted, defiantly. “You liked it.” Arrogant asshole. “You’ll like it too. Now get over here.” “I told you, I’m training. I don’t have time for your stupid whims.” “If you don’t come now, I’ll turn the gravity chamber off. You know I can do it.” “You wouldn’t dare-“ Bulma shut the communication off, abruptly. She wasn’t having any of Vegeta’s attitude that day. She accessed her remote control panel and shut the power down. It wasn’t long before she heard the Prince’s heavy steps as he stormed to her room. When he got in, he was fuming as she was. He hadn’t bothered washing sweat off his face and chest, nor putting clothes on. He was still wearing a pair of training shorts and the scent of exertion. To Bulma’s satisfaction, he also wore a look of astounded surprise the moment he saw her, already naked and confrontational, arms on her hips and head held high in a defiant pose. He staggered. A hint of color showed on his cheeks, and not from anger, this time. Good. “I warned you.” The saiyan glared at her, nostrils twitching. She could read tension everywhere in the stiffness of his body and a conflicting glimmer of interest in his dark, flashing eyes. By that time she’d had plenty of fights with Vegeta to know what kind of emotions confrontation stirred up within him. She could tell when she had already won. “Dammit, woman! Do you need it that badly?!”, he growled. “You’re lucky I didn’t increase gravity enough to crush you instead of turning it off”, she uttered, drily, pursing her lips. “If you play nice you might be able to convince me to turn it back on.” But of course, Vegeta wasn’t going to play nice. He picked her up -not as girls dream to be picked up by their knights, but like a potato sack, flung over his shoulder- and threw her onto bed. Her head spun, but she didn’t complain. The rough treatment was just what she needed right in that moment. Her legs were spread open before she knew it and her breath grew hoarse when the saiyan’s hand started touching in between them. “You really needed this, didn’t you?”, the Prince asked, cruelly, as she bucked against his palm. “That’s what I call you up here for, isn’t it?” The scientist whined when warm, calloused digits flicked along her lips, finding the abundant wetness that had bloomed within. She didn’t need much more touching and teasing before she was ready to accept them inside. Her hips tilted and her thighs twitched, feeling them curl against her walls, making her gasp. Vegeta compensated for the compliance of one of his hands with the other, pinching one of her nipples, hard enough to sting. She squealed and slapped him. Her palm throbbed from the hash blow, he’d barely budged. There was a smirk on his face when he pinned both her hands over her head. She didn’t fight against his hold. But she did press a knee against his crotch and cherished the spangled grunt that earned her when she increased the pressure. “You are being bitchier than usual today. And not in an attractive way”, the saiyan hissed, his voice deep and raucous. “But it’s working, isn’t it?” She could feel him swelling against the rubbing of her thigh. “It won’t work forever.” “I beg to differ. You love being kicked around.” “Not as much as you love playing with fire. What exactly do you think will happen if you keep riling me up like this?” “How else can I get your attention, when you keep avoiding me?” “I avoid you because I can tell you’re hormonal. You’re insufferable!” “Then maybe I will stop taking the pill, you asshole! How does that sound?”, she said, surprising herself. The Prince understood well what protections were for but he hadn’t been too enthusiastic about using them. He’d agreed to get tested for any possible alien disease he might have had. After the results had been happily inconclusive, their last bag of condoms had been left to expire on the nightstand. She couldn’t deny it, as much as she enjoyed letting him finish inside her, she had grown tired of the pill. Even with the superior custom Capsule Corp version, side effects weren’t worth it. “If it’ll tone the crazy down, then fine!”, Vegeta rebuked. He sounded as exasperated as she felt. “Alright, maybe I will!”, she threatened and bluntly yanked the saiyan’s shorts down his thighs, freeing his erection. “Fine, then!” “Fine!” She was so aroused she didn’t stop to think about what they’d just said. By the time Vegeta had slipped inside of her and made her whole bed rock under his forceful thrusts, her mind had been tacitly made up. Later, with her arms and legs wrapped around the saiyan’s sturdy built, cradling his head against her shoulder and feeling his heat spilling inside of her, her eyes had drifted to the box of pills on her nightstand and found resolve in her decision. A sort of primal, whimsical urge had found its way into her brain…

When her hand found nothing but cold sheets, Bulma’s head shot up, almost instinctively. She blinked in confusion, the heaviness of sleep still resting on her head, looking at the empty space beside her in the bed. For a moment, she’d forgotten. Vegeta never stayed afterward. He didn’t sleep in her bed anymore. Or was it she who didn’t let him? She couldn’t remember. It didn’t matter. She rubbed her eyes, trying to chase some of the tiredness away. Outside, stars had started to fade. Sunrise had just started to brighten the night sky. The day was on its way, but not quite there yet. She forced herself to slip out of her bed and look outside. From her room she could see most part of the yard. The landing strip where her spaceship had been anchored was still empty. Vegeta hadn’t come back. Or not to her back yard, at least. Judging from the time, it couldn’t have been more than four of five hours since he’d left. Still not a worrying amount of time. She diligently checked the security cameras around the house and then into Trunk’s room. No sings of the saiyan and her precious baby boy was still fast asleep. It wouldn’t have been too long before he’d woken up, demanding her milk. Nevertheless, the late-night snack from the night before might have bought her some time. And she knew just how to use it. With a relieved sigh, she let herself fall down on her bed once more, crawling under the sheets, baby monitor in hand. She figured she could slip in a couple more hours of sleep, if luck assisted her. She would have surely heard the spaceship engine when Vegeta deigned to come back.

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catbowserauthor · 5 years ago

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When Everything Else Falls Away--A DBZ AU Story

Another AU related to the Buu Saga. When Goku can't feel his son's ki after the first encounter with Buu, his heart breaks.

So, I had so much fun doing an AU of Gohan greeting his father at the WMAT that I just had to do a few more AUs from the Buu saga. So, here we go. An AU of when Goku awakes after his fight with Vegeta and realizes he can’t feel his son’s ki anymore. DBZ copyrighted to Akira Toriyama and Toei Animation; no infringement intended.

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Waking up from being knocked out always hurt, Goku had learned over the years. It didn’t matter if you were alive or dead, Super Saiyan or normal state. Being hit so hard that you blacked out always had repercussions. As reality slowly wavered back into being, Goku blinked his eyes open on an empty field.

Not surprising. Vegeta was never one to hang around for long. He did his damage and then left. Ruffling his brow into a scoff at the sleazy move Vegeta had pulled—the empty senzu bag to his side was proof of that---Goku stood, dusting himself off as best he could.

There would be time to deal with Vegeta later, though it might have to be given over to one of the others given his time limit, but as he scanned the landscape, his senses immediately picked up on one specific ki.

“I can still sense Buu…”

Maybe that shouldn’t have surprised him. It really didn’t, if he was going to be completely honest. It was one of those situations where if he’d not felt the ki, it would have been more of an anomaly. Buu’s power was really something else altogether. If he’d been able to stay on Earth, maybe he would have been excited but no…not with that kind of power.

“I can’t sense Vegeta.”

Goku closed his eyes, focused. He knew all too well that Vegeta could suppress his power if he were so inclined but no one could entirely erase their power. He could feel it if the Saiyan Prince was nearby. So, he relaxed, cleared his mind, focused.

Nothing.

Had Vegeta tried to take Buu out? It didn’t seem possible but Goku wasn’t a fool. Vegeta may have let Babidi manipulate him because he was so caught up in his own pride but there was good in that stubborn Saiyan. If he thought there was no other way, then he wouldn’t have hesitated.

More than that though, Goku felt his skin go clammy at what else he didn’t feel.

“…I can’t feel Gohan either.”

No. No, no, no, no, no. That was impossible. Utterly impossible. His son was just fine. Worn out maybe, winded and probably more than a little agitated at all this chaos sucking up his father’s day on earth but he was fine.

Goku closed his eyes again and reached out with his ki.

He’s fine.

Spread as far as you can, he coached himself. Who knows where Gohan went. He’s a smart kid. If Vegeta couldn’t take out Buu then he would have regrouped, gathered the others, tried to create a plan of some sort.

Yes, yes, that was his smart Gohan.

Nothing.

“No.” Goku spoke it aloud this time and despite his body all but screaming at him, muscles insisting on rest, he pulled more power from the depth of his bones. It wasn’t much but it was enough to slip his hair back into gold and his eyes to turquoise. He could feel it flickering; the state wasn’t stable right now, not with as battered as he was.

He reached out with his Super Saiyan ki, urging it beyond the abilities he had in his normal state. Searching ,seeking, digging under other kis, pushing others away, seeking until it pushed beyond the edges of the planet itself.

All to come back empty.

Weakness took him and not in a way he was used to. This wasn’t the weariness from the end of a battle, though he certainly had that in spades. This wasn’t the sluggishness of lack of food or little sleep. It wasn’t even the sickly nausea that came from losing too much blood. He’d felt all those and he knew what they felt like.

This was deeper.

He had a body but he didn’t really have a heartbeat or lungs or anything like that. Not while he was dead. The halo deemed all that stuff unnecessary.

Yet, now, realizing his son’s ki was gone -- by all that mattered that could only mean one thing—the pain that suddenly rippled through him came from the soul itself. He felt his nonexistent lungs grow cold and stiff. They refused to pull in air and he sank back to his knees, trying to find purchase in the air. Trying to fill his body with breath that he didn’t even NEED but it was beyond his reach and he was suffocating.

His absent heart felt like fire, pounding in his chest. His ribs that were no longer there shuddered under the pressure and it was like a fist being pushed through flesh and squeezing around his center most point until it popped and bled. Over and over, no reprieve.

“My Gohan…”

He didn’t recognize his own voice. It was his but not his. Robbed of its usual timbre and shaking with unshed tears. His hands trembled, dug new canals in the loose dirt and rocks underneath him. It burned when it came out of his throat.

Everything burnt.

His Gohan.

His son…his first son…the boy he had taken from ChiChi with trembling arms after he came into the world. He had not believed it at first and still sometimes had a hard time comprehending that he had helped create such a thing.

The infant he used to pace with while ChiChi tried to get some sleep and found out that stroking his tail was a fairly effective sleep aid. The boy would yawn with that toothless grin and curl that tail around Goku’s wrist. Sometimes, Goku would let him chew and gum on his finger.

The little boy that used to crawl into bed with him and wedge himself between husband and wife, claiming the monsters of his dreams would never come into his parents’ room. He would nuzzle against Goku’s neck and his hair would always tickle and even though he was far too old for it, Goku would occasionally give the toddler his old pacifier. ChiChi would give him a scoff in the morning and make a remark about how it would make his teeth crooked but she’d always smile and leave him be aside from her verbal threats.

The battered child that had still managed to smile at him, as broken as their battle against Vegeta had made them. The way he’d refused to leave Goku’s side and said over and over ‘are you going to be okay, Daddy? We’ll fix you up, Daddy, we will!’

The boy that had sobbed and cried into his pillow when he thought Goku couldn’t hear, pleading for Piccolo, for Tien, for Yamcha, for Tien to forgive him. The same boy finally calmed when Goku said the hell with his restraints and pulled him onto his chest and yes, yes, Gohan was still allowed to suck his thumb!

The child that had stood taller than his five years should have allowed against a monster that made grown warriors tremble. Goku had smelled the fear on him but all Gohan had said was that they had to stop Freeza and he wasn’t going to stand by and do nothing. Even when Goku raised his voice at him to leave—the first time the Saiyan ever remembered having to do so—it took him two more times before the boy finally went. He never remembered being so frustrated at someone being brave as he was that day.

The boy that had grinned and clung to him so tightly when he finally made his way home from Yardrat. Amid all the talk with Trunks, it was a stark reminder of how long he had been gone—since when could his son reach his waist? Surely he had only been a little past his knee when they last parted ways. Yet that night, Gohan with cheeks aflame had asked if he was too big for Goku to hold in their chair like they used to those days before Raditz came. Maybe he was too old or too big but Goku didn’t care and held him there long after the boy fell asleep.

The boy that would bring him in a tray laden with burnt toast and jelly that was more whole berry than jam but sheepishly ask if it was okay. Goku had an iron clad stomach and he would gladly swallow piece after piece of toast that nearly chipped his teeth if it would make that child smile---which he did, bright as a star.

The boy that grinned and jumped for joy when they managed to snag a free day to go fishing. He’d run ahead of Goku, proclaiming he’d gotten “so good” at fishing and to just watch how many fish he could capture. Goku, despite being much faster than his son, would always let him win, always let him find the ‘biggest’ fish.

Hours…hours of training preparing for the Androids. Gohan would sometimes wake up in tears because his muscles ached so badly but he just took it. He let his father tend those pains and always announced he was ready to go again and please, please could they go longer this time because he could take it, he knew he could. So many days he went home carrying a limp and exhausted boy in his arms.

The Time Chamber…easily one of the best years of his life. A whole year where it was just him and Gohan. Training yes, but also laughing, playing, talking. Goku remembered many nights where Gohan curled up next to him, asking for them to talk and eventually admitting he wanted a story from his father, lingering on his every word as it soothed away his unspoken fears.

Then there had been Cell. That battle…as much as Goku had remained calm on the outside, calling his son to fight had made his gut clench. His son could fight, Goku knew he could but still seeing it, feeling his son’s fear and pain. That was not something he ever wanted to experience again. Gohan had been so brave, so strong and choosing not to run back to him after Cell was defeated was the hardest thing Goku had ever done. When Gohan, his little voice seeming to be so much smaller had declared ‘But that doesn’t mean I don’t still need you’ Goku had nearly caved right then. That was why he made his goodbye so short.

Goku didn’t know how long he sat there, just staring at the ground and memory after memory cut through his mind. Each memory, each thought of Gohan made his whole spirit ache. Gohan had grown into such a strong young man, Goku hated that he had missed it. And now, Buu, on this one day when things were supposed to be a simple time, a time to catch up with his family, on this day, Buu had taken Gohan from him.

He took him from me.

It was an odd feeling. The weakness was suddenly gone and in its place was a form of power that Goku had only gotten a glimpse of one other time.

When Krillin had died against Freeza and he slipped into Super Saiyan for the first time.

This was _like_ that but stronger.

Deeper.

More dangerous.

Was this what hate felt like? Was this what Vegeta felt like before he softened up? Was this what Vegeta was after? Why would you purposely go after this feeling? It felt like poison. Toxic, ever present poison that flooded the body, invaded the mind and made the heart feel cold.

Goku slammed his fists in to the ground, caving it out from underneath him and seemingly making the whole earth shake. It felt, just for a moment that he was Super Saiyan, Super Saiyan 2 and Super Saiyan 3 all at once and yet not at all. It fluctuated so rapidly that Goku had no idea WHAT his ki was doing and at the moment, he didn’t care.

He screamed.

Not like before. Not like when he powered up or was punched or any other reason. All those could be rounded up in a word of definition. Pain. Disappointment. Sadness. Anger. This scream, this cry was none of those and yet all of them.

The animals nearby scattered like ants amid a wave of water.

Goku’s throat cut and bled and hurt and burned.

It was a hideous sound. A hideous, ugly, horrible sound. One that sounded like it belonged in a horror story, not out of the mouth of a mortal. It was a roar, it was a sob, it was a curse and everything that flowed between all those.

Goku collapsed, laying against the ground, trembling, shaking. His mind seemed to finally simmer and focused and he felt Krillin and Piccolo at the Lookout. He climbed to his feet, barely able to manage it. It was hard to keep their kis in his mind, hard to focus on them when all he was doing, still, was trying to find the one ki that he needed to feel that wasn’t there.

“Gohan…I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

It took more energy than it should have to call on Krillin and Piccolo’s ki and to instant transmit. Even when he took in the Lookout, he felt…distant. Like, he was watching and experiencing everything through a mist. When Krillin rushed him, he stood and took it but it felt too…it was too much to do much beyond that. He was surprised Krillin and Piccolo had felt his ki as wear y as it was.

“Is Gohan here?” was all he said.

It was a long shot he knew. It was foolish he knew. Even as weak as injuries made ki, he had learned to detect them. He would have felt Gohan. He would have felt him instantly. He would have known. He would have known.

Krillin’s face fell and he shook his head slowly, from side to side.

Piccolo maintaining himself as he always did, was blunt. “Vegeta and Gohan are both dead. Majin Buu saw to that.”

Goku fell to his knees. He knew it and yet hearing it….his son and the word died or dead should never be in the same sentence nor anywhere near the same sentence. He should have been here, rushing to greet his father with a hug.

He should have been smiling.

He should have…

Goku didn’t even really register when Dende approached and started to tending his wounds. He recognized when the pain lessened from his bruises and cuts and gashes but it did nothing for the inner pain. The inner pain, if anything, magnified. All he could think of was Gohan. How he’d been, how he’d looked, how he’d smiled and how he had so many plans for himself. Maybe, at the very back of his mind, he thought about the Dragonballs, but right now, he was too consumed in his emotions to think much on it.

He couldn’t think much on anything. Just his Gohan.

And Majin Buu.

The Majin Buu that had taken his son away.

It was so brief that you would have missed it if you have a half-blink. Goku’s dark eyes went turquoise then aqua, then yellow, then a slight silver shade and for a moment, less than a moment, the color about his eyes went blood red.

It faded so suddenly that only Krillin saw it.

He didn’t need to think much on it though.

Goku was looking out over the Lookout, eyes fixated in the distance where Majin Buu’s ki still rose and rocketed. He said nothing but he didn’t need to say anything. Krillin knew his friend and Krillin knew the danger in that look.

You took my son from me and I’ll have your skin for it.

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show-some-silver-loving · 8 years ago

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Imagine...

…training with Piccolo, but things don’t exactly go as planned when you realize he’s being more rough than usual and decide to walk away.

Request: anon – Could you write a Piccolo x reader with lots of fluff? Maybe even with a confession or a kiss? Oh, and for a scenario I was hoping a full saiyan female training with him.

Words: 1, 563 (Obviously, this got a lot longer than intended. 😅 For future reference to all, I only do drabbles -- I just got a bit carried away with this one, because, well... it is PICCOLO!)

Loud explosions wafted over the Lookout, the sky lighting up with large balls of purple and blue energy and vibrating underneath their power, but still Popo and Dende sat inside the building without a care, used to the side effects of Piccolo and yours’ training. It has been more than five years since you’ve crash landed on Earth and met the Z-Fighters’ hostile greetings, but of course, you could not blame them. Having been dressed in a Saiyan Warrior’s official uniform, your tail tightly wound around your middle, it was only natural for others to fear you, given the fact that you were a superior race, but after your prince, Vegeta, recognized you as the Saiyan who was once banished for refusing to kill for work, most of them trusted you instantly. Unfortunately, the namekian was one of the few who were skeptical about your intentions towards Earth, but after numerous “sparring sessions,” he didn’t simply start to trust you – the two of you developed a routine of training together and even became friends.

“Too slow!” Piccolo bellowed as he sped across the heavens after you, “You’ve become sloppy!”

“Have not!” You merely laughed in return, dodging his attack with ease. And yet, something felt strange to you. Usually, for what felt like hours, the two of you subtly handed winning streaks to one another, pretending not to notice, but today, Piccolo threw his punches with everything he had – it worried you to the point where you finally had enough and stopped. With annoyance clear on your face, you hovered back down to the Lookout and begun to walk inside.

“Where are you going?” Piccolo asked as he landed behind you – it was clear that he was trying to sound calm, but the snap in his voice was obvious.

“Leaving.” You stated without waver, not stopping or so much as glancing his way, “You’re clearly in a bad mood and I’m not going to patronize you any longer.”

“But isn’t that what you’ve always done?”

Freezing in an instant, you turned back to the man and frowned in confusion, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I can sense things, Y/N.” He growled, crossed his arms, and turned away with an annoyed huff, just gazing up at the clouds without purpose, “So I know you’re holding back against me… and I can see things, too; for example, when I see you defeating Vegeta without so much as breaking a sweat, it is obvious!”

Realization instantly dropped in your stomach like a weight of guilt, your face growing pale while you were left to blink in disbelief. Two days ago – you could still recall how broken up Vegeta looked because of it – your prince challenged you, having had suspicions of your strength, and just like Piccolo had said, you won. You never even suspected Piccolo of all people to be standing nearby, watching you use a strength he never even knew you had. The only reason he begun to trust you in the first place was because he defeated you in battle, so he didn’t have to worry, but now he knew none of it was true.

“I can-“

“Explain?” He cut you off, “I don’t want that, Y/N, and quite honestly, I don’t need it. I know what you’re thinking,” he glanced your way over his shoulder, “and no, this doesn’t shatter the trust you’ve built with me over the last few years, but it does, however, make me think – why? I don’t see any reason why you would have wanted to fool me for this long.”

No denying it – you felt the urge to lie bubble up your throat like vomit. Lowering your gaze, your jaw clenching tightly, you glared down towards the white tiles at your feet in silence. Unfortunately, however, you knew there was no point to lie – you always sucked at lying – but you weren’t sure if that made the situation better or so much worse.

“At first, I pretended to be weaker than you so you would trust me.” You mumbled sincerely, your voice too low for any human to hear, but easy for the Namekian, “But then… after a while… it became habit. I read in an Earth book that men don’t like females defeating them or being more powerful. It makes them feel more masculine if they are stronger and like they can protect their ma- female, so I thought….”

“I don’t understand.” Piccolo stated obliviously, unwittingly forcing you to look back up at him in disbelief, “Why read Earth books if you ‘like’ someone instead of simply sparring normally? And… ‘their female?’ I feel more confused than before.”

All you could do was release an exasperated sigh, only then remembering how Namekians live – no romance, no female, no mates of any kind, and eggs. Of course he would not understand what you were trying to confess to him. “That’s not…” You grumbled under your breath, but quickly trailed off. How were you supposed to explain-?

‘Cruds.’

In an instant, the worst idea ever came to mind – yet, it was the only one you had. You completely forgot the fact that you were avoiding the truth earlier, suddenly driven to make him know the truth. And so, still a bit unsure about your own motives, you maneuvered yourself back in front of Piccolo, his confused eyes never leaving you, which didn’t exactly help your nerves. Taking a deep breath, you place your shaky hands on both sides of his neck, resting your palms on the purplish blue material of his GI, unable to resist noting the feeling of the strong muscles beneath.

“What are you doing?” He questioned, his frown deepening while his obliviousness continued.

“Explaining.” You stated, as blunt as ever, and felt his words somehow giving you more confidence for what you were about to do. After a few more moments of nauseating silence, you finally float from the ground and set your lips against Piccolo’s own. You merely placed your lips against his, your eyes falling shut, and you felt him flinch back at your seemingly odd actions, but still the warmth of the kiss made your heart smell. In the end, scared the organ would explode, you were forced to step back down and open your eyes, but alas, yet again, you were met with a face of annoyed dismay.

“How is that explaining? How is that anything?” He asked, but unlike what one would expect, you released a tired chuckle and dropped your head in defeat – why did you think that would work to show him your feelings?

“A kiss.” You sighed, your head still dangling wearily from your neck while your hands fell from Piccolo’s shoulders, “Just something dumb people do to show certain emotions.” Finally, you raise your head to send Picccolo a sheepish smile, but as soon as your eyes fell on glowing purple flesh and an expression that seemed nothing less than surprised, your face fell. As if almost startled out of your skin, you jumped back, your own blood rushing to your face in a murderous blush. “What the hell!?” You exclaim in horrified astonishment, “How is it that you know what a KISS is, but not everything else!?”

“Gohan…” Piccolo seemed to force out, still frozen by your bombshell of a confession, “I caught him and Videl and he felt the need to explain it to me. I didn’t realize you were doing the same- So then… you… that was why you…?”

You could only nod, however slow and brief. What was happening, you screamed inwardly.

“Ridiculous.” He stated suddenly, flatly, and looked away, his blush disappearing while your heart ripped from one simple word, but only a second later, a grin spread from one of your red cheeks to the other, “-those Earth books. How does faking weakness impress someone you have feelings for? It takes strength to impress another – strength like y-yours, even if you kept it h-hidden. Seems that way for me.”

As someone who just had your own innuendo go unseen, you easily recognized the deeper meaning behind his words, but still you couldn’t resist revenge. “I don’t understand.” You said, but being the terrible liar you are, the gentle smile you sent his way made the truth obvious, “What does my strength do for you?”

“Don’t make me say it!” He snapped in his usual, broody way, before he once again turned away – you’ve noticed a long time ago that he faces away from what makes him feel uncomfortable, but you didn’t care. The joy and relief that overflowed your mind, heart, and senses was all you needed. And so, unsurely, you stepped forward without a word and snuck your hands around his cape and around his waist, only burying your face into his strong back when he stiffened. “I won’t make you say it.” You promised and slowly felt him relax, as if your words allowed him to do so, “…but know that I’m overjoyed by those unsaid words.”

“Good.” You heard him grumble, the small smile in his voice unmistakable, despite him denying it later, “Now don’t ever go easy on me in a fight again.”

Again, all you could do was nod. After years of being exiled from your home planet, you could honestly say that this was the best day of your life.

@cuembra28 (I thought you’d like this.)

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suzume42 · 8 years ago

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Send me an au and I’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it

@thooru-chan sent ‘Legend of Zelda Broly x Trunks’. I struggled with it (LoZ is a *massive* playground), but I think I got it! Please enjoy! No set game universe.

1) They are from the tribe of the Saiyans; a rumored cousin tribe to the Gerudo. Instead of the desert though, they live deep in the hostile mountains and have the opposite problem to their supposed cousins: their tribe is almost completely male, with the rare woman here and there. The rumors about the Saiyans are just as vicious though: that they’re bloodthirsty bandits who prey on mountain travelers and nearby settlements, that they’re mindless savages, and of course, all the rumors about how they steal away women and all the awful things that happen to them. Rumors are just rumors though.....mostly.

Broly was born into the tribe, naturally, but his massive power, boosted by having Din’s blessing (a red starburst on his shoulder, outlined in gold to also indicate that he is a rare Chosen) soon isolate him and he is quickly pressed into temple service; guarding what is supposedly the Temple of Farore, where the Triforce of Courage is said to be hidden.

Trunks was not born into the tribe. No one even knows who his mother is; Vegeta went wandering to gain experience about the world and when he finally returned after a number of years, he had a little four-year-old with him. As the Prince dumped him into the communal nursery, all he said was “This is my son, Trunks.” It was the first and only time Vegeta explicitly claimed him as his son. Trunks, with his lavender hair and pale blue eyes, was quickly made an outsider. His blessing mark doesn’t help, a blue spiral on the back of his left hand, Nayru’s blessing, the only one among the tribe full of those blessed by Din or even Farore. The odd blessing, plus his obvious status as a rare half-Saiyan, causes many in the tribe to mock and even reject him.

Their statuses as outsides is what causes them to first find each other and a fast friendship soon forms.

2) This friendship evolves into love over time, as the years pass and they grow still closer together. They earn titles, though not completely honorable ones. Broly is mocked as ‘The Legendary’ or even ‘The Guard’ given his massive power that he doesn’t use in addition to being the one who’s held a position as temple guard the longest. Others would have found their way into the warrior barracks or into the exploration groups; Broly had found himself content with the temple and stayed, again to the mockery of other Saiyans.

Trunks is called ‘Princess’, again for a variety of reasons. He can’t be called ‘Prince’ because his father still holds that title and many view his smaller, softer form as ‘womanly’, in addition to his gentler temper and Trunks being more prone to try and talk a situation out first over just fighting it out. It’s still better than his other title, ‘The Bastard’. Vegeta still won’t claim him and still no one knows who his mother is. It’s far better still than ‘Tailless’.

To the Saiyans, tails are sacred. A tailless Saiyan isn’t considered a ‘true’ Saiyan. Trunks, who hadn’t been born with a tail, has endured this rejection all his life. He grows his hair long instead, down to his waist, and often wears it in a low ponytail or a loose three-strand twist braid. Very few realize this is his attempt at a tail of his own. Broly is one of the very few and when they’re alone, he’ll let his tail hold onto Trunks’ braid or ponytail, first in companionship, later in love. (King Vegeta, Trunks’ grandfather, realizes it as well, but never says anything about it.)

When Broly finds out that Trunks is planning to leave the village, to try and find his mother and learn about the rest of his family, the larger Saiyan immediately offers to go with him without hesitation. It’s the deepening point in their relationship, when friendship evolved into love.

3) Trunks enters temple service to both spend more time with Broly and to get away from Vegeta. It also gives them the time and privacy they need to plan their departure. It is during one of their examination rounds, to make sure the temple grounds are stable and whole, they come across an unconscious traveler. A strange boy wearing green with golden hair and, once he awakes later in one of the temple rooms, brilliant blue eyes. He is marked by Farore and also one of her chosen (a green leaf over his heart, edged in gold, he shows them readily when they ask.)

He doesn’t speak but they find a way to communicate; his name is Link and he’s on a journey to find the Triforce of Courage. He needs it to defeat a great evil, led by Ganondorf of the Gerudo tribe. It’s sobering and heavy news. Trunks decides to bring it to both Vegetas for consideration; plus Link would need the permission of King Vegeta to enter the temple. No one can go in without it, not unless they work with the temple service and even then, there are some rooms that will not open without the King’s permission.

It’s a disaster that snowballs unexpectedly into a bigger one; King Vegeta is dismissive of the news and refuses permission to Link to enter the temple. Prince Vegeta sneers and comments how the Saiyans have no need to worry about some little upstart from the desert; they’re *Saiyans*, what could ever pose a threat to them?

Then the bigger disaster: Paragus, an adviser to the King and a well-respected veteran of the tribe, betrays them. He’d been working with Ganondorf in secret, planning to hand over the Triforce of Courage in exchange for becoming the new King of the Saiyans. In exchange for his cooperation, Paragus had been given a magical artifact set: a crown and hand ring; whoever wore the crown would be controlled by whoever wore the hand ring. Paragus forces Broly to wear the crown and sends him to kill Link.

Broly fails when Trunks stands between them; he cannot hurt Trunks, even in his mind-controlled rage state. So Paragus forced Broly to fall back into the temple, where Paragus is searching for the hidden Triforce piece. King Vegeta, still in shock at the destruction Broly had caused, finally gives Link permission to enter the temple.

Trunks goes with him and no one dares stop him.

4) The temple is tricky but they manage. It forces a person to focus on tactics and strategy over sheer brute strength. At one point Trunks makes a comment about how it’s no wonder the Saiyans never really bothered to venture through it and Link silently laughs with him.

They find Broly deep in the temple, in a room that holds a statue of Farore suspended above a seemingly endless chasm, her hands cradling a stone triangle. Paragus had forcibly kept him in an enraged state and Broly is half-mad from the uncontrollable power. The ensuing fight is hard and horrible but they pull through, somehow.

It’s costly though; Trunks had taken several blows for Link, who isn’t Saiyan but Hylian, who isn’t as physically sturdy as even a half-Saiyan like Trunks. The last blow he took put him in one of the temple walls and he stayed there, unconscious and coughing blood. The sight of the blood gets to Broly and he starts to regain his reason, horrified at what he has done, even if he was made to do it.

Paragus reveals himself then, having found the Triforce of Courage, though it rejects him. The power Ganondorf gave him goes wild and takes Paragus over, driving him mad with it. He goes to kill Trunks, cackling that the new age for the Saiyans shall begin now with the death of the filthy whelp. Broly meets him fist for fist, his rage and power breaking the control crown.

If Link thought the first battle was hard, watching the two Saiyans fight is on a whole new level. They destroy the temple around them and Link is quick to try and pull his new friend to safety. How they survive through it is a miracle that Link doesn’t question.

Broly kills his father, crushing him with some of the temple’s rubble. They think it is done with, but then the temple starts crumbling around them. Trunks, having regained consciousness, uses the last of his strength to literally throw Link to safety as the platform they’re on crumbles. He falls into the chasm and Broly throws himself after him. The last Link sees of them is the pair falling together into the darkness.

5) After claiming the Triforce of Courage, though he doesn’t feel worthy of it, Link tries to find them. It takes what feels like days to navigate the lower parts of the temple, the areas most likely to be connected to that chasm and eventually he does find something: a Saiyan tail and a purple braid, left just inside the doorway of a side entrance to the temple; in the snow outside are fading footprints of a single person. There’s a heavy finality to the situation that Link can’t describe but he takes both items back to the Saiyan village.

King Vegeta accepts the tail and braid with a tight-lipped silence that speaks far more than it should. Prince Vegeta is pale but also silent. They send Link away with a blessing of the Saiyans and an offer to return if he’d like. As he leaves, Link vows to say nothing of the sounds coming from behind him, the ones that sounds suspiciously like sobs and angry swearing.

6) Link meets them again, months later, traveling through the land to try and find a sacred artifact to allow him to open the doors of one of the sage temples. Trunks wears his hair short now and Broly is still quiet but it’s a far more peaceful silence now. They’re on a journey of their own now, not just to find Trunks’ mother but also to see the world as it is beyond the mountains. They give him a communication charm to let Link contact them if he ever needs their help. Link wishes them well and hopes they can heal from the past.

7) When they find him, Goku unintentionally hurts them both here, for a variety of reasons. He’s powerful but controlled, has a loving and close-knit family with his non-Saiyan wife and father-in-law and his half-Saiyan children, and is warm and friendly to the point of near-obnoxiousness.

They have to leave quickly but slowly, so slowly develop a close friendship with Goku and his family. It is through Goku that they finally find Bulma, who holds her lost son tightly while crying and accepts Broly just as easily. It’s a warm and nice change from before.

#broly x trunks #legend of zelda #au #5 headcanons #i think i did this right?

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sarahw-world · 8 years ago

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My first fanfic: “A Dark Heart“

Hey guys! I'm back!

I know I haven't updated for a while and I'm sorry, but as some of you may already know, I've been busy participating in the Vegebul Smutfest.

I wanted to put this story on hold until I was done with my prompts, but I missed working on it and I've also been receiving a few messages, both here and in AO3 and fanfiction.net about any future updates, so here's a little chapter for you all...

Thanks for your patience!

Chapter 15: An Old Friend

Summary: Bulma talks to an old friend...

Bulma opened her eyes gradually, rapidly covering her face with her hands as the morning sunrays bothered her. She lazily sat on the bed, blinking sluggishly, her head heavy and her eyes swollen from crying.

Three days.

It had been three days since her first encounter with Vegeta, and she hadn’t been allowed to leave her bedroom from that moment. After she’d heard the Prince give orders to keep her protected and safe at all times, a spark of hope had awoken inside of her, making her believe that he truly cared for her, but now she wasn’t so sure anymore…

What if he simply wanted to get rid of her and he didn’t quite know how to do it without having to kill her?

The heiress looked around her in despair. She felt like a prisoner, a prisoner trapped in a beautiful golden cage, but a prisoner after all. She’d been brought fresh food and water daily, three times a day, and she always left it untouched, preferring to eat and drink from the supplies she’d encapsulated back on Earth.

The woman briefly debated whether she should get up and take a shower or simply stay in bed. Finally, she exhaled in frustration and she opted for the second option, laying down on the bed, her blue eyes staring at the ceiling. She soon realized she was still clutching a tiny red capsule in her right hand. That little object had been the only thing that still kept her going…

She thought of Yamcha and Krillin, and how she hadn’t heard from them ever since they’d said their goodbyes the first day they’d arrived on the planet. Would they be OK? What about Vegeta? Their last conversation had been repeating itself inside her head obsessively over and over again during these past three days. He’d been cruel to her, but she’d caught glimpses of humanity in him, and she knew that he’d simply been trying to drive her away; maybe he even believed she’d be happier without him.

Bulma felt the tears come back again.

What a mess this whole trip had turned out to be! If only she’d been able to deal with the Saiyan warrior back on Earth, perhaps things would have been less complicated. Here, in this frozen palace, she felt like an outsider, completely out of her element, and she knew that Vegeta didn’t belong in this place either.

She covered her eyes with one of her arms, letting the tears fall again, ashamed of her own weakness even though no one could see her cry…

“Bulma?”

Her breath hitched and she uncovered her eyes, quickly sitting up as if she’d been hit by a thunderbolt.

“Hey! Bulma! Can you hear me?”

Holy crap! Could she hear voices now? Was she finally going insane? And yet, she knew that voice…

“It’s me! Goku!” The masculine voice repeated.

“Go-Goku?” The woman asked in shock.

“Yes! I’m so glad you can hear me!” He cheerfully said.

“Dende…” Bulma whispered, almost to herself. “Is… Is that really you? How…?”

“King Kai! It’s thanks to him that I’m talking to you!”

The woman just sat there on the bed, clutching her sheets.

“Unbelievable…” She murmured.

“Yeah… Anyway, I was talking to Gohan, you know, because King Kai lets me do that sometimes, and he told me about your trip. Kai tells me things aren’t going too well right now… Are… Are you alright, Bulma?”

“Oh, Goku…”

The heiress could barely talk, too overwhelmed from hearing her best friend’s voice. It was surreal, wasn’t it? And yet, there was something so comforting about him, perhaps due to the fact that the man she’d known for so many years now, and who she thought of almost as a baby brother, had always managed to keep that spark of innocence about him alive, and his cheerful spirit was certainly contagious.

“I’m fine, I guess… I just… You know… Vegeta is not being very easy to deal with right now…” She finally replied.

“I see… Well, he’s really something, uh? But don’t worry; I just wanted to talk to you because Kai was telling me that you’d been alone for a few days… Just hang in there, Bulma. I know you can do it! I know you can bring him back to Earth with you, you know?”

He laughed. A friendly, honest to God laugh, and Bulma couldn’t help but smile a little.

“You damn Saiyans are too much trouble, did you know that?” She playfully said, half joking half serious as she was suddenly reminded of Goku’s wife, pregnant with a second child that would be born without a father by his side.

“Yeah… I guess…” He laughed again, and she could imagine him scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment like he always used to.

“I know he’s not an easy man, but you’re even more stubborn than he is!”

“Hey!” She said, not knowing whether to take that as a compliment or an offence.

He giggled once more.

“Awe, Bulma… Don’t take it like that! You know what I mean… You know? I was just thinking about when Mirai Trunks told me about you two getting together, and even though I was kind of surprised at first, I soon realized that it made sense… You two are meant to be together, you’ll see! I…”

There was a pause.

“Goku? A-Are you still there?” Bulma asked worriedly.

“I gotta go, B.! They’re coming for you! Good luck!”

“W-What? Who?”

Silence.

“Who’s coming? Goku?” The blue haired woman frantically asked.

He was gone.

“What the hell?” She mumbled in confusion.

All of a sudden, a loud knock at the door startled her.

“Bulma? Are you in there?”

‘No way’ Bulma thought, quickly identifying that voice.

“Yamcha?”

“Yes! It’s me! Well, uh, it’s us, actually! Open the door, B.!” He replied with noticeable joy in his voice.

With a quick jump, Bulma literally run to the door, opening it wide open and discovering her friends waiting for her in the luxurious hallway. Without a second thought, she threw herself into her ex-boyfriend’s arms, holding him tightly.

“Oh, Gods! Yamcha!” she said against his neck, experiencing a relief she hadn’t felt for a long time. The man held her back, glad to see that she was alright, and softly caressing her blue tresses. They remained that way for a moment until they heard Krillin clear his throat awkwardly.

“Guys, I don’t think you should do this in here, you know?” He whispered cautiously.

Bulma turned towards him, still holding Yamcha, she realized her bald friend was subtly pointing to his side and, when Bulma looked around her, she noticed Dodonne, the pink warrior, observing the scene from afar with clear interest, scowling fiercely.

“Sure. Guys, let’s go inside my room” the heiress whispered back, letting go of Yamcha’s neck.

The three friends entered Bulma’s bedroom, closing the door behind them. She guided them to the corner, by the large window, where there was a small coffee table and four large chairs. They all sat down as the two men looked around them with curiosity.

“Wow, Bulma! This room is amazing! It’s at least five times larger than the one they’ve given us!” Krillin finally said in awe.

“Really?” The scientist replied disinterestedly. To be honest, after having spent three days literally locked up inside the room, she’d grown to hate it with a vengeance. “It’s alright, I guess…” she sighed melancholically.

“How have you been doing? Did you talk to Vegeta?” Yamcha asked.

“Yeah, I did…”

“And?”

“It was… You know… It was intense, guys…” Bulma said almost shyly, staring at the floor.

“It didn’t go well, uh?” Krillin said.

“Not really… I mean, it’s like… It’s like he was trying to be an asshole to me…”

Yamcha chuckled before he said “He was an asshole? So basically, he’s just being himself, right?”

Bulma shook her head dejectedly.

“Not at all… He’s never really been that way with me, at least not when it’s just the two of us…”

There was a silence in the room, and it was evident that the men didn’t exactly feel comfortable discussing Bulma’s relationship with the Saiyan Prince which, as usual, remained a mystery to them.

“Anyway…” The heiress continued, trying to move past the awkwardness surrounding her. “How did you two manage to get out of your rooms? Did they keep you locked up as well all this time?”

“Room” Krillin corrected her.

“What?”

“It’s room, not rooms; they’ve kept us together in the same place. It was OK I guess, but nothing like yours though… I see Vegeta has really given you special treatment. That’s a good sign, right?” The bald man said, sensing his friend’s depressed state and attempting to cheer her up.

“I suppose... Ugh! This whole thing is so frustrating!”

Yamcha held her hand, squeezing gently.

“It’s gonna be fine Bulma, we saw Vegeta this morning and he was actually quite nice to us. Well, nice for him, if you know what I mean…”

“You saw him this morning?” Bulma asked in shock. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? What did he say?”

She was panicky now, and Yamcha tried to calm her down a bit.

“He came to see us today, it was really early, just before dawn… Right, Krillin?”

“Yep. He knocked at our door… He was quite polite, like Yamcha said… Anyway, he said that from now on we’re free to walk around, but he also said we wouldn’t be allowed to leave the planet… Not without you, anyway…”

“D-Did he suggest that we should leave?”

“No, no! Nothing like that! I guess he just didn’t want us to take off without you if we chose to leave…”

“We’re not going anywhere, B., so don’t worry about it, OK?” Yamcha said.

“Right… Did… Did he say something else? Anything?”

“Mmm… Let me think…” Krillin replied, trying to fully recall the conversation with the Saiyan warrior. “Not much else, really… We asked him if he’d talked to you, and he said we should mind our own damn business…” He snickered. “Yeah… I believe those were his exact words… But he didn’t mention your encounter at all…”

“He also asked if you’d fully repaired the ship he’d left for you back on that cold planet we visited before we got here…” The scarred faced man said. “We told him we thought you had, because you’d given it to Krillin in case something happened to the one we were travelling in, and then he asked for it.”

“He what?! Did you give it to him?!”

“Uh… Yes?” Yamcha said, rapidly realizing they were in trouble. He knew that tone in Bulma’s voice all too well…

“What the hell, Yamcha? So, you just gave him the ship? Just like that? What if he leaves?” The heiress asked angrily.

“Bulma, I’m sure the guy has a million ships at his disposal. How do you think he got here? Don’t you think if he wanted to leave he would have left already?”

“I don’t think that’s why he wanted it” Krillin said, joining the conversation again.

“Then, why? What…?” The woman seemed puzzled now.

“The Gravity Room” Yamcha continued. “I think he wanted to use it to be able to train. We’ve been tracking his ki ever since. It looks like he’s still on the planet, but far away from here…”

Bulma didn’t like the sound of that.

Not one bit.

“Dende! I need to see him!” She said, standing up decisively and walking towards her private bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower and then you guys will fly me wherever he is. I have to talk to him”.

“B-Bulma…” Yamcha doubtfully said. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean… You know what he’s like when he’s training! He’ll probably get angry if we…”

“He couldn’t possibly get any angrier than he was the last time I saw him!” she said, abruptly turning to her friends. “You should have seen him, guys… He was… He’s not himself, alright?”

“I don’t know… I’m with Yamcha on this one…” Krillin said timidly.

“Fine! Then I’ll go find him myself. I’m assuming he’s also given me permission to leave this fucking room too, right?”

“Uh… Yeah… That’s why we came… But he also warned us to remain by your side at all times. I got the feeling he didn’t trust the guys that live with him on this planet… Bulma…”

“Whatever…” The blue haired woman mumbled as she entered the bathroom and closed the door.

The two men stared at each other resignedly.

“You know we don’t have a choice, right?” Krillin said.

“Oh, believe me, I know… I know what she’s like when she gets like this. Once that woman makes a decision, there’s no stopping her…” He replied, shaking his head.

“Boy… Those two were really made for each other, uh?” The bald man smiled a little. “I remember when I first saw her with the baby, the day the androids showed up... Man! I couldn’t fucking believe it! But I guess it makes sense now… I wonder what the deal with Vegeta is anyway…”

“I don’t know, pal… I get the feeling it has to do with Gohan being the one who beat Cell and with Goku dying. I guess he thought there was nothing else for him on Earth and he just decided to leave…”

“You think he doesn’t care about Bulma and the kid?” Krillin asked in shock. “I mean, we saw what happened when Cell attacked Mirai Trunks. He lost it! And Bulma… Well, she wouldn’t even be alive if he didn’t give a shit, right?”

Yamcha remained quiet for a while, his mind running in a million different directions. He had to admit he’d never seen Bulma feel for him the way she felt for the Saiyan Prince, not even when they were two young silly teenagers in love…

Whatever those two had going, it run deep, that much was for sure. At first, he’d thought perhaps his ex had just been trying to play house with Vegeta, so that the boy could grow up with a father, unlike that poor kid from the future. But back on Earth, when she’d told him that she loved the warrior, he’d finally been forced to accept the truth, knowing full well that the scientist never messed around with the L word, and now here they were, in the middle of space, inside the creepiest palace he’d seen in his entire life.

“I’m sure he cares on some level… I doubt Bulma would have come all the way here because of some stupid fantasy…” He finally replied in a low voice. “Let’s just take her with him and stay nearby in case anything goes wrong”.

“Yeah…” Krillin snorted. “Like we’d actually be able to do something if Vegeta loses his shit…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know… Don’t remind me… You think it’s easy for me to know I’m not strong enough to protect my best friend?”

Yamcha closed his eyes, laying his head back on the cushy chair and crossing his hands over his belly.

“Let’s just stay cool and hope for the best…” He mumbled, listening to the almost soothing sounds of the running water behind the closed door.

I know, I know... It's a little chapter... But the next one will be a big one...

In the next chapter, Vegeta and Bulma will have a second encounter and we'll get a major glimpse into Vegeta's thoughts...

Stay tuned!

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DBZ Tournament

In the universe of Dragon Ball there exists a hierarchy of supernatural beings. Each level oversees their own section of the system, and are granted a level of power befitting their status. The highest of these beings are the Gods of destruction and their counterparts the Supreme Kai's. The Gods of Destruction are tasked with eliminating planets, so as to help balance out the different species in the universe. To do this, they must possess a vast well of power, and a high level of dignity...or at least that's how it's supposed to work. “W-What did you just say?” “What's the matter brother, got wax stuck up in those long floppy ears of yours again?” Bright yellow eyes narrowed in annoyance at the barb, and said ears bristled from atop their owner's head. From over outside the argument a small group of people stood watching, two of them with eyes wide in disbelief. “Uh, Vegeta, did Champa just say what I think he said?” asked Goku, resident savior of the Earth. To his right, the orange-clad warriors rival grumbled indignantly, “If he is, then that purple fluff ball is out of his mind. A tickling tournament? How utterly absurd.” The 'fluff ball' in question's ears twitched at that remark, and their owner turned sharply in Vegeta's direction. “And why is that saiyan, hmm? Afraid you'll lose?” Champa was the God of Destruction for the sixth universe, and brother to Beerus, who happened to be the God of Destruction for the seventh universe. While both held the form of upright-walking purple cats, Champa was a heavy set and stout warrior, and Beerus was a tall and lanky individual. At the moment the two brothers are attempting to decide which one of them would be given rights to the Super Dragon Balls; the original set of seven, with the power to truly grant any wish. And also, who would be given dominion over the Earth, as Champa's universe had no such planet. So, to settle the dispute, Champa has proposed a tickle tournament. Something Vegeta obviously isn't very excited about. “Of course not,” the prince of saiyan's rebuked, “and neither s any other self-respecting warrior for that matter.” Beside him Goku fidgeted and mumbled, “Well, actually Vegeta--” “Quiet Kakarot! Besides, you're a clown, not a true warrior.” Vegeta set his onyx-black eyes back on the God of Destruction. “So as you can see, you won't be able to find enough participants for this foolish game of yours, now pick something else.” Champa fumed at being so disrespected, and pointed a stubby finger at his attendant. “But Vados is ticklish, and she'd mop the floor with you two fools in a second!” The flame-haired fighter scoffed. “She's a woman you fool, of course she'd be ticklish.” Beerus, who up until now had been simply enjoying the show, raised a curious brow and asked, “So you're saying that the female species are all susceptible to being tickled?” “Well,” Goku cut in, “I don't know about all of them, but I know Chi-Chi sure is. Sometimes, I'll sneak up behind her when she's making dinner, and squeeze her sides; it always makes her laugh.” The lanky God eyed Vegeta, “And Bulma?” “I've never done something as ridiculous as what Kakarot is talking about, but whenever that blasted Launch is over Bulma always winds up giggling like a loon while they do each other’s nails.” “Are there anymore woman you two are close to,” questioned Whis; Beerus attendant, and Vados brother. Goku brought his hand up to cup his chin and thought of any more girls he knew of that may be a fit for this 'tournament'. Snapping his fingers, the God-in-training answered, “There's 18 and Videl...other than them the only girl left is Pan; but she's just a baby.” “That won't be an issue,” replied Vados. This caught both saiyan's attention, and Goku asked why not. “Because,” Whis interjected, “my sister and I have the power to open the time-space. We'll use that to bring your grand-daughter, from the future, here.” “So that gives us five girls counting Launch, “Goku counted out happily, “more than enough for our side of the tournament right?” Unfortunately Champa began to rapidly shake his head, “No, no, no, it's not that kind of tournament you dummy. They won't be facing opponents.” Now the saiyan from Earth was confused again, “But then, what kind of tournament did you mean Champa?” “The rules are simple: Each competitor will be tickled for a set amount of time, and for every person that manages to last without saying 'uncle' wins a Dragon Ball. If you do not possess more than four by the competition's end, then I win.” And now the planet Earth had a problem...where were they going to find a sixth girl? Then, Vegeta came to rescue. “If they can pull people from the future, why not just have them bring that weakling Krillin's daughter here as well?” Goku's face lit up in a grand expression as he slapped his friend/rival on the back. “That's a great idea, nice thinking Vegeta.” Champa nodded his head in agreement with the plan, and when Beerus conceded, the group lifted off from Beerus planet and began to make their way back to Earth. oo0oo “I still say this whole idea is a complete waste of time; why don't we just have a real tournament?” Champa looked over at Vegeta and stuck out his tongue. “Because, that's been done before fool. It's boring. And besides, this way I get to participate too.” “What do you mean?” asked Goku. They had arrived back on Earth and were now making their way over to West City to pick up Bulma. The tubby God sniffed and replied, “Well who else is going to do the tickling you dummy? Surely not you; seeing as you already know at least one of the women's weak points. You could very well hold back during the competition just to get a Dragon Ball.” “But that still doesn't explain why you're doing it Champa--” “He won't be,” Vados cut in, “my brother and I will.” The martial arts master's stout pupil glared over menacingly at his handler, but Vados simply gave the short cat a look and said, “You and I both know that you have no interest in fare play Champa. Whis and I will be impartial, as well as careful, so as to not scar these women for life. You are simply too wild.” Champa crossed his blubbery arms over his chest and turned his head down in an angry huff. To his right, his brother Beerus chuckled mockingly at the shorter cat's misfortune. They flew for a little while longer, deciding not to use Whis' travel bubble, and eventually came upon the city they sought. And from there, it didn't take them long to find the large compound that was Capsule Corp. “Vegeta why don't you go down first and bring Bulma out so we can explain what's going on,” said Goku. The prince of saiyans said nothing, and just allowed himself to descend until his booted feet touched the ground. From there, he walked inside. Goku and the others followed the flame-haired warrior's lead and let themselves be brought down by gravity. Once they were all settled, Champa turned to Goku and asked, “Hey wait, what if all these women say no?” The saiyan from Earth looked over at the God that had questioned him before smiling and saying, “I don't think we'll have to worry about that Champa. If I know Bulma like I think I do, she'll be more than happy to do this if it means we get those Dragon Balls; it'll be just like old times.” “Old times?” “Sure,” Goku beamed, “I first met Bulma while she was searching for the Earth's set of Dragon Balls. I had the four-star ball, which meant that she had to get it from me. After we met she and I went all over the place looking for the rest; we got into the some pretty wacky adventures along the way.” “We sure did,” the bluenette replied as she followed her alien husband out the front door. She sent a curious glance at her oldest friend and asked, “Now what's this all about Goku? The prince of the jerks didn't tell me anything, he just said you needed my help.” Goku sent his rival an annoyed look before turning his attention back to Bulma and motioning to Champa. “Bulma, this is Champa, he's Beerus twin brother. He's the reason I asked Vegeta to go get you--” “Hold on a minute Goku,” the female genius gave the saiyan an angry stare, “this better not be like that time you promised the old Kai I'd kiss him. Because if it is, well, then I guess the Earth's doomed.” The orange-clad warrior began furiously shaking his head 'no', before quickly replying, “No, no, no it's nothing like that Bulma; I promise. The Earth isn't really in danger, but I do need your help in getting the Dragon Balls from Champa.” This confused Bulma. “Goku what--” “Oh for crying out loud, enough with this,” the God of Destruction interjected. Champa looked ad Bulma and said, “Look, I have six of the original Dragon Balls in my possession, and in order for the doofus here to get a hold of them you and five others of the female species must take part in a tickle tournament.” Bulma stood there for a moment, staring blankly at the feline martial artist that had just spoken to her, before arching her brow and saying, “Um, okay. I guess that doesn't sound too bad; it'll be just like the old days...except not as scary.” She finished with a smile. “Finally,” Champa huffed out, “now, can we go and get the rest of these contestants please?” With the addition of Bulma, the group decided it'd be best to use Whis' transport bubble, and soon they were on their way. It didn't take them long to collect Chi-Chi, who thought the whole thing bizarre. “He wants to have a what?” the wife of Goku asked in skeptical disbelief. “A tickle tournament,” replied Goku. Chi-Chi stared at her husband, before turning her gaze to Champa with an open mouthed gape. “B-But you're a martial artist. Wouldn't you want to have a tournament that shows off how strong you are?” The God in question just scoffed before saying, “Because, there's no fun in doing something so cliché, and it's not like it'd be a very fair competition otherwise. The fighters in the universe would be no match for any in mine.” Hearing this, Chi-Chi immediately stepped up into Champa's face. She may not like that Goku spent all his time fighting, but no one was going to insult her husband and get away with it! “Now wait just a minute buster! Just who do you think you're calling weak; certainly not my Goku. He may not be the smartest man on the universe, but he is definitely the strongest; if you need any proof just ask mister skin-and-bones over there.” She ended her tirade by pointing a finger at Beerus, who was busy cleaning out his ear. The God in question just looked around, seeing who this 'skin-and-bones' was, and when he realized it was him Beerus barked out a laugh. “Oh, yes, I can see why you would choose such a woman Goku. She certainly is full of fire.” “Yeah, she's great,” the saiyan from Earth replied before turning his attention to his wife. “So, Chi-Chi, will you do it?” Chi-Chi looked at her husband and could see the childish plea in his onyx-black orbs. The mighty warrior was darn near giving her the 'puppy dog' face. Turning to Bulma she asked, “You're okay with being a part of this?” “Of course,” she answered with a smile, “it's not like we're doing anything dangerous. And besides, it's kind of nice to be part of the loop again; I miss it.” That got Goku's wife to let out a mental sigh. Chi-Chi had never really been a part of her husband’s adventures. No, the closest she'd come was when they traveled into the underworld to retrieve the Bansho fan, other than that she'd played only the role of housewife and mother. Maybe it was time she stepped outside her comfort zone. 'It would give us something to talk about,' Chi-Chi thought before making her decision. “Alright, since there's no fighting, I guess I'm in.” As she spoke, Goku whooped with joy and Bulma came over and gave her a pat on the back in congratulations; she had seen the conflict in the younger woman's eyes. “Alright, that's two down, now just three more to go.” Whis explained while he prepared to transport them all. This got Chi-Chi's attention as she was lifted into the air. “Wait, three?” We'll explain once we get to Gohan's,” replied Goku. oo0oo With Whis' bubble it took them only moments to arrive at the half-saiyan's home. Being that it was built with Mr. Satan's money, the home was significantly larger than what Gohan had been used to, but he quickly got accustomed to all the extra space and was more than happy with it when Pan was born; it gave the little bundle of energy lots of room to toddle around. As they pulled up the group was greeted with what looked like the second branch of the Son family taking a nice walk around their compound. Gohan walked lightly beside his wife, entertaining her with some sort of story, while Videl carried Pan in her arms. The half-saiyan must have finally sensed them, because whatever he had been about to say next was cut off as he looked up into the sky with a large smile. Though it turned to a confused glance when he noticed just how large the crowd was with his father. “Hey dad, mom, what...what's going on?” he asked as they touched down on the ground. “Hey son, I was hoping to ask Videl for a favor,” Goku replied. The woman in question turned from making funny faces at her daughter to looking at her father-in-law. Smiling gently, the raven-haired woman wondered what it was she could do for him. “Well, Videl, the Earth needs you to participate in a tickle tournament.” Videl raised a brow in confusion as she asked, “Um...what? Goku could you give me a little more than that, because I'm not really following you.” Bulma stepped in before Goku could confuse the girl and further and explained, “We're trying to win the original Dragon Balls Videl, but, instead of a fighting tournament Beerus brother Champa wants to decide the owner with a tickling competition. You, me, Chi-Chi, 18, Marron, and Pan are supposed to be the 'fighters'.” Videl looked at the bluenette oddly, “Um, Bulma, I don't really think my daughter is in any way able to take part in something like that.” “Well, actually, these two hear have the power to bring people through time. They plan to bring both Pan and Marron from the future to take part.” Blue eyes immediately shone with excitement at the sound of that. After spending so much time around Gohan and his family, and seeing all the out of this world things that they'd encountered, the daughter of Mr. Satan was no longer the skeptical high-school teen of old. And the thought of seeing her daughter was an exciting prospect. “Wow, really? That'd be a real treat for me.” Videl looked over at her husband and asked, “Can you contact Piccolo and ask him to babysit for a few hours?” Back during the debacle with Majin Buu, Videl had felt useless, but now she had a chance to be part of the action...no matter how strange it was. Gohan nodded and called out to his old mentor via telepathy. Yes, everything was going smoothly...at least, until they reached Kame house that is. “Aw come on 18.” The blonde in question just gave the Earth's savior an irritated look, “I said no Goku. I'm not gonna be strapped down and turned into some super being's plaything just so you can get some special kind of Dragon Balls. Especially when we already have a set of our own.” “But not like this 18, these really do grant you any wish you want; there's no limit. They'll really give you anything.” Blue eyes narrowed. Why didn't the saiyan take a hint? She didn't care! Then, out the door toddled her young daughter, Marron. “Mommy, why'd you leave? Weren't you having fun?” 18 turned from Goku and got down on her knee to address the younger blonde. “Of course I was; mommy was winning against daddy remember,” she replied with a smug smirk. “But I had to greet our guests.” Champa noticed the young girl and asked Vegeta, “Is this the 'Marron' you were talking about? The other one Vados and Whis were going to bring from the future?” “Yes, that's her. Although with how this is going I don't think we'll be having any luck with that.” The word 'future' caught 18's attention immediately, and the petite blonde whirled around and asked, “What are you two talking about; bringing my daughter from the future?” “I know,” Goku beamed, “isn't it cool? Whis and his sister have the ability to open the time-space and bring people into our time. We decided to bring my grand-daughter and your daughter's future selves here for Champa's tournament.” 18 looked over at her fellow mother with a curious look on her face. “You're really okay with this Videl?” “Well, I was a little unsure at first,” the raven-haired woman replied, “but then I thought about how I'd actually get to meet Pan and get to know what she'll be like. I think that's more than worth a little tickling 18.” The female cyborg looked over the faces of the group that had come to get her, seeing that she was the only one left who had yet to agree. 'Even Chi-Chi is going along with this, and she never lets Goku do anything.' Turning to look at her little girl, 18 brushed her fingers through the toddler’s straw-blonde hair before muttering, “Fine, I'll do it. But only because I'll get to meet Marron.” Marron looked up curiously at her mother while all the grown-ups celebrated and said, “But mommy, I'm right here.” This prompted a round of laughter from all those present...minus Vegeta. So 18 went inside, told Master Roshi to watch Marron for a while, and came back out with Krillin ready to go. “Let's get this over with.” oo0oo Now that everyone was picked up and ready to participate, the group returned to Beerus planet so as to bring forth the final two girls and begin the contest. “Why are we going to your planet for this brother? I'm the one who came up with the idea,” Champa grumbled as they traveled through space. Beerus sighed and answered, “Um, because I am the challenger Champa, and per the rules the challenger is issued the right to select the battleground. So I choose my home.” Seeing that he couldn't argue with that logic Champa just settled for rolling his eyes. It was another ten minutes before they reached their destination, but when they did, all those who had never been there before were surprised at how beautiful it actually was. Beerus saw this and asked, “What, did you think I lived in a black hole or something?” “Well,” Krillin mumbled, “yeah. I mean, you are the God of Destruction right?” “That may be, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate nature too.” And with that, they were brought to a lush, grassy plain where a nice breeze was just finishing its pass. “Alright,” 18 called out, “let's get this over with.” She looked over at Whis and his sister, “The sooner you two make with the time travel, and the sooner this starts and is over.” Champa stepped forward and wagged his finger, “Not yet. First, you ladies have to get settled in. It'd be a hassle if you or miss blue-eyes over there tried to back out after seeing your future children; so you'll all be strapped in first.” 18 rolled her eyes in annoyance. That actually had been her plan. But then she registered the rest of the God's instructions and, looking around, asked, “What do you mean strapped in, there's nothing here.” “Again, that's where my brother and I come in,” answered Vados. She turned to an open patch of grass, raised her hand, and slowly stroked it through the air. As she did this, six stocked chairs were materialized into existence. “Huh,” Gohan voiced in wonder, “I've only ever seen Piccolo or Kabito use that kind of ability. I'm surprised there's more out there that know it.” Champa heard this and scoffed. “Che, they can use time as their own personal plaything and this is what you find fascinating? Psh, so easily amused.” “Now Champa, there's no need for that kind of rudeness,” scolded Vados. Beside her, the supernatural being's twin was busy materializing outfits for the participants to wear; they were comprised of thigh-length bike shorts and sleeve-less jerseys. Turning to the women, Whis kindly instructed them, “Now, if you ladies would be so kind as to change into these and then get settled into your seats, we'll strap you in, and then get to work bringing Pan and Marron from the future.” Videl, the youngest of the mothers, looked around curiously before asking where they were supposed to do that, as there was nowhere in immediate sight to change. Whis simply smirked and, with his index finger, pointed behind him to the gnarling branches that made up Beerus home. “There's a spot right over there, although, I would suggest going one at a time.” The women just nodded, accepting that at least it would be secure, and one by one made the small walk over and back, their own clothes bundled under their arms. “Good, now, into your seats ladies.” On those instructions they all walked over and awkwardly got into the stocked seats. They were shaped like a dentist chair, with leather straps on four of them and metal on two others to keep their arms above their heads, and small sets of stocks at the foot of for their ankles. 18 noticed the two seats that used metal and asked, “I'm guessing one of these is for me, but, what about this one?” the blonde pointed to the one on her right. “That's for Miss Videl's daughter Pan. While she may only be ¼ saiyan, it's always better to be safe than sorry, right? And don't worry about breaking them, they're made from the very same mettle that broke the Z-sword.” The blonde rolled her blue eyes and muttered, “Yeah, cause I'm supposed to know what that means.” She turned to Vados and asked, “Well, when are you and boy blue gonna get to it?” Vados smiled, “Right after this.” Then, with a snap, the restraints closed and locked the four women into place. After this the teal-skinned fighter turned to her brother and said, “Alright, let's do it.” Whis nodded in affirmation before they turned to an empty patch of space and brought their arms up. With a slow, deep breath, the twins tensed their bodies and began to channel their immense supernatural energy. It took a few seconds, but, out of thin air a giant vortex seemed to wind its way into existence. It was a mix of neon and navy blue, and electrical plasma seemed to volt around it. Gohan saw this and cautiously called out, “They won't get hurt coming through there will they? It looks dangerous.” “They'll be fine,” the twins replied in unison. “Hey wait,” Krillin wondered, “how do you guys know who you're pulling out, or even from what time-frame?” Beerus stepped over and explained, knowing that this particular maneuver required concentration. “They've felt both Pan, as well as your daughter Marron's energy signatures from the brief meetings they've had with them. This allows them to search the time-space for that particular signature and pull it back. How they know what time...I truly am not sure.” He finished lamely. The former monk just face-palmed at the walking cat of destruction's response, but then his attention was brought back to the portal, as a pair of voices was coming out of it. “What in the world!?” “Ah! Pan, what's going on!?” Videl's head perked up at that; so the other one was her daughter? She sounded...rough. “I dunno; but I didn't touch anything!” That remark got a giggle from some of the women. Then, just like that, two figure shot out of the swirling mass of cosmic energy and landed face-first into the grassy plain. They both immediately sat up on their knees, giving all the grown-ups a clear look at them. One had a head of raven-black hair that was being kept back with an orange bandanna and onyx-black eyes. She was dressed in a short-sleeved, red shirt that cut off just before reaching her belly-button and gray Capri pants that stopped at the bottom of her calves. Her feet were adorned with thick fighter boots and her hands encased in finger-less gloves. It was easy to see that this was Pan. The other girl, who had to have been Marron, was a little taller than her raven-haired friend. And where Pan looked like a tomboy, Marron looked every bit like the daughter of the ever fashion-conscious 18. Her head of straw-blonde hair was pulled back into pigtails that reached past her shoulders, and she was dressed in a stylish pink dress that reached just to her knees and a long-sleeved white blouse underneath. On her feet were a pair of flats. The two girls looked as different as night and day from each other, and to their mother's, both looked beyond what they'd hoped for. Pan finally got her bearings, and she jumped to her feet into a fighting stance, making sure to put herself between any possible danger and Marron. She scanned her surroundings, and when her eyes caught sight of a few familiar faces, Pan relaxed and asked, “Dad, grandpa, what are you guys doing here? And why's mom sitting in that weird chair?” “I think I can answer that for you,” Champa answered as he stepped forward. Pan cocked her head in curiosity before glancing over at her father, who she noticed look a younger than he had yesterday. Gohan nodded, signaling that it was okay and that she should listen to the tubby mammal, so the tomboy turned her eyes back to the cat and gave it the nod to explain. After Champa, the name he'd introduced himself as, finished Marron immediately huddled behind her tougher friend, while Pan just made an amazing replication of her grandmother's look of disbelief. Looking over to her father Pan asked, “Daddy...is he serious?” “Yes Pan, we need you and Marron to take part in this competition so that we can get a hold of the original Dragon Balls.” “Wha,” the nervous blonde wailed, “why does it have to be tickling? Why couldn't it be a fashion show, or a beauty contest? I hate being tickled.” Champa smirked deviously as he looked over at his brother. “Looks like there's one ball you won't be getting brother, this girl's a wimp. I bet she won't last more than ten seconds hahahaha.” Marron heard this and in an instant her frightened face morphed into an annoyed scowl. “Hey, who are you calling a wimp you tubby ball of fur? I so can last more than ten seconds. In fact, I'll bet I can last longer than everybody besides mom!” “Well now,” Vados interjected with a set of clothes for both girls, “why don't you put your money where your mouth is little one? You and your friend can go and change over there,” she pointed towards the same area where the older women had changed. And just like their mothers, Pan and Marron took turns changing into the jersey and shorts, before walking over to the modified dental seats and settling in. Although Pan had to be directed towards the one with metal cuffs when she tried to opt for the leather ones. With that, all the competitors were settled into place and ready to begin. “Alright,” Whis began to explain the rules, “this is how the contest is going to work. We're going to go down the line, from both ends, and Vados and I will tickle two of you at a time. We'll be starting with Chi-Chi and 18, and will tickle three women a piece. Each of you will be required to last fifteen minutes in order to win a Dragon Ball; if you cry 'uncle' before that, then you forfeit a ball. In order to win the competition as a whole, you girls will have to win four of the six balls Champa has already collected.” “That sounds easy enough,” Pan voiced from her place beside 18. She would be a part of the second round. “I'm glad you feel that way,” Vados said from her place beside the blonde cyborg, “because you'll all be blindfolded too. To keep you in suspense about where my brother and I will strike from.” “...oh,” the young teen whispered to herself. That would make it a little less easy. With that, the six girls' vision were turned to complete blackness as their eyes were covered by blindfolds. “Eeek!” squealed Pan as she felt a quick spidering under her right arm. “Easy huh,” Vados taunted in the girls ear. From there, the teal-skinned twins got into position next to their first victims. First up: Chi-Chi and 18. On the Ox king daughter's end, Whis was quick to start, going for a steady goosing of the raven-haired woman's sides. The same place Goku had mentioned earlier. The white-haired martial arts master was immediately rewarded with a sharp gasp, followed by a light tittering laugh as Chi-Chi began to rock side to side. “Ah! Ehehehehehe,” Goku's wife giggled quietly as her ticklers fingers squeezed down gently on her ticklish sides. Chi-Chi managed to gently trap her bottom lip between her teeth and stop herself from letting out anything more than huffs of air, but no matter how she twisted and turned, the mother of two was unable to escape Whis' nimble digits. Over with 18 the blonde was fairing far better than her fellow housewife. Vados had started out at her armpits, but this was easily proving to be a spot that the former android was more than capable of withstanding, much to her ticklers displeasure. It seemed that no matter what technique she used, Vados was unable to crack the blonde woman's resolve. She tried drilling her index fingers into the very center of each pit, but this only got 18 to jerk mildly for a few seconds. Next, Vados attempted the same spidering maneuver that she'd used on Pan, but this proved even less effective since the blonde didn't react at all. Although it did show that the woman seemed to respond more to a more firm approach as opposed to light touches. For her part 18 was about ready to sigh in boredom. This was why she hadn't wanted to participate; she wasn't really ticklish, so all they'd be doing was touching all over her with their hands. That was something she did not find fun. 'Well it's only fifteen minutes I guess, maybe it won't take too long,' she thought disinterestedly to herself. And then a loud noise from the other end of the set up caught her attention, “NO! N-No, not there.” It seems like Whis had discovered one of Chi-Chi's weak spots. And indeed he had. Whis had gone from the woman's sides, to her belly, and had begun to work it like dough. Once he'd started to pinch and squeeze her abdomen Chi-Chi became more hard-pressed to contain her laughter. 'But it's okay,' she thought hurriedly to herself as Whis slid his fingers up the hem of her shirt and began to stroke her skin. 'As long as he doesn't go there I'll be alright.' His tapered digits wriggled around under the hem of the jersey and spread to cover the expanse of the former martial artist’s belly. Chi-Chi thought everything was going well...and then a single finger burrowed its way into her belly-button. “NO! N-No, not there.” But it was too late. Whis had found the first crack in the woman's defense, and he intended to exploit it to the fullest degree possible. The teal-skinned warrior swirled his thin digit within the shallow depths of Chi-Chi's navel, making sure to gently scratch along the fleshy inside and the tiny knot at the base. “Eehehehehehehehe...ahahahahahahaha...o-oh my ahahahahahahahaha it, it t-tihihihihihhihihickles ehehehehehehehe it tickles so bahahahahahahahad.” “Well, if it's too much, you can always say 'uncle',” Whis offered. As she laughed Chi-Chi managed to find the sense to shake her head wildly in defiance. Her pale cheeks were already growing pink. “N-No, I wohohohohohon't quite ahahahahahahaha.” Whis brought his other hand up now, seeing as the woman's defenses were down, and once again began to play along the right side of her body. This time, he even went so far as to tickle along her ribs. “Yeee!” Chi-Chi yelped. The spaces between her ribs were especially sensitive, and now that they were being targeted along with her belly-button, the woman questioned how long she'd be able to keep this up. “H-Hoahahahahahahahah How.....ehehehehehehehehe How m-much lohohohohohohohonger!?” Whis turned to the giant clock that rested on Beerus large home, “It's only been about five minutes; would you like to stop?” 'Th-There's no way,' the ticklish housewife fretted inside her mind. It felt like much more than that! “Ahahahahaha...I-Iihihihihihihihi I can ahahahahahaha m-mahahahahahahake it—EEK! AHAHAHAHAHA NO...AHAHAHAHAHA N-NOT THERE!” Chi-Chi's tickler had gone for her armpits; her biggest weakness. Over with the spectators, Krillin was gloating to his long-time friend and former rival. “Well Goku, it looks I finally managed to get one over on you,” the short man said. “It seems my wife's just not as ticklish as Chi-Chi. Don't worry though, it's nothing to be embarrassed about.” Goku saw that his wife was losing control of the situation quickly. Her usual neat bun was frayed, and her normally milky-white complexion was quickly turning a fiery red. The saiyan from Earth had no idea his wife was so ticklish under her arms. Looking over at 18, the alien warrior groaned a little. Krillin was right, his wife was definitely less ticklish. Vados was ready to scream. She'd been working this woman over for half the allotted time and still had yet to crack even the barest hint of a smile. 'Maybe blondie's just not ticklish,' the teal-skinned woman thought morosely to herself. If she wasn't though, Vados knew who'd be taking her place if Champa lost the competition. 'Of all the candidates in the universe, I just had to get him.' As if he could read her mind, Champa yelled out to Vados from his pace on the sidelines. “Oh come on, are you serious!? Can't you do any better than that? Enough with the belly already, can't you see it's not working; try somewhere else!” And it was true. Vados had spent the last few minutes poking, pinching, and goosing 18's stomach and sides before trying her belly-button. No reaction! So that just left the lower body. Looking over at the clock, Vados noticed that she only had five minutes left. She decided to go for the spot that was the worst for her. 18 for her part was more than happy to be given some rest. She may not be ticklish, but that didn't mean the blonde didn't feel something when her tormentor tried. It wasn't really a ticklish feeling though, more like...shocks. Like Vados was touching her nerves directly with a stick. Then 18 felt something that surprised her; her flip-flops were being taken off. 'I've never actually had anyone try there before. Heck, I even made Krillin stop giving me foot massages cause of how bad a job he does, so I'm probably not sensitive there ei—oh no.' Oh no was right; the former androids feet were indeed ticklish. Vados, remembering the blonde being more susceptible to harder tickles, opted to skip the light teasing and go straight for scratching up and down both soles. She used all ten of her slender digits to claw from 18's heel up to the balls of her feet. 18 let out a snort, attempting to keep in her laughter, but the unexpected sensations coming from her soles shattered her usual iron will. “Pfft...Kikikikikiki...grr...ehehe...ehehehehehehehehehe w-what in the wohohohohohohohohorld!? Ahahahahaha h-how ahahahahahahaha!” The super-powered being at the struggling woman's feet smirked in victory, “Oh, what's wrong, does that tickle?” Just hearing the word 'tickle' seemed to liven the blonde's nerves up into an even stronger frenzy; and the fact that Vados had started wriggling around between 18's toes didn't help either. “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA N-NOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH THIS C-CAN'T AHAHAHAHAHAHA CAN'T BEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” 18 began to buck and twist in her seat, attempting to free herself from the torture going on at her feet. But it was no use. The metal used to hold the former android was more than enough to keep her restrained. 18 was going to have to deal with the horrid toe tickles. But at least she was doing better than Chi-Chi. The wife of Goku was a mess. Her usual neat bun had come loose and now her hair was splattered against her neck and face with sweat. Chi-Chi's once pale face looked like a cherry with all the laughing she'd been doing, and her pits had become slick from sweating, which made it easier for Whis to skitter his fingers across their pale canvas. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA O-OH KAMI AHAHAHAAHAHAHA PLEASE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE P-PLEASE STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOP AHAHAHAAHAHAHA I-I DON'T WAHAHAHAHAHAHA WANNA LAUGH ANYMORE—EEK!” Whis had stopped spidering and went back to drilling his index fingers into the dimples under Chi-Chi's underarms. This caused her to jerk wildly in her seat, but that only served to move her ticklish flesh closer to at least one set of fingers. She couldn't take anymore. “O-OKAY EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE I GIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIVE GIVE UP! P-PLEHEHEHEHEHEHE PLEASE, JUST STOHOHOHOHOHOP!” “Sorry,” Whis taunted, “that's not the right word.” Chi-Chi was ready to blow; who cared about some dumb words! “UNCLE AHAHAHAHAHA UNCLE, I-I QUIHIHIHIHHIHI QUIT!” And just like that, the tickle torment stopped, and her blindfold was removed. Once he had nothing left to do Whis turned to look at the clock; his face morphed into a sheepish smile. Turning to the gasping woman he said, “Um, sorry to be the one to tell you this, but you only had sixty seconds left.” Both husband and wife slumped at hearing this. Over with 18 the blonde was just about ready to give in as well. She had never guessed her petite feet could be so sensitive; especially her toes. But then she heard Whis over the sound of her own laughter and it strengthened her resolve. 'Only sixty seconds, I can do this—waah!' Vados had also heard her brother and was furiously working to make 18 give up too. One set of fingers worked diligently teasing the soft skin between the woman's toes while the other hand was busy on another soft spot; her arch. The teal-skinned woman was using a two-finger assault here, she worked one finger up while the other came down, and making sure that 18's ticklish nerves never got a break. “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I-I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS GOKUHUHUHUHUHUHUHU AHAHAHAHAHA Y-YOU'RE GONNA PAHAHAHAHAHAHAY! AHAHAHAAHAHAHA...EHEHEhehehehehe...ehe...whoo.” 18 quickly realized by the severe lack of tickling that she must have lasted the final minute. Soon, her own eyes were uncovered, and the blonde was able to look at her tickler. Vados wasn't happy. Neither was Champa. “Round one's result: Earth one Dragon Ball, Champa one Dragon Ball. Now, for round two,” Whis called out politely. He and his grumbling sister moved on to their next victims. Round two was Pan and Bulma. Vados' frown turned upside-down when she noticed who her next tickle toy would be. The tough girl that she'd surprised with a little tickle under the arm. 'This time I'll break my target for sure,' she thought determinedly. While she set herself up to start at the girl's armpits, Whis had decided to start at Bulma's feet. The long-haired gentlemen easily slipped off the bluenette's flats and introduced a nervous pair of feet to the open air. “Round two...begin.” Bulma knew she was in trouble the second she felt her shoes being taken, but the genius woman tried not to make it obvious that such a spot was a weakness. It didn't work. Almost immediately the woman broke down. “Yeek! Nahahahahahahahaha...ahahahahahahahahaha.” Whis was glad for his nimble fingers, as they allowed him to keep up with Bulma's spastic moving soles. They twitched and wrinkled constantly as he lightly feathered his finger across them. 'Hm, feathered …' The super-powered fighter pulled one hand away and flicked that wrist. Out of thin air a fluffy feather appeared between his fingers, and Whis set it to work dusting up and down Bulma's right foot. The woman bucked and twisted wildly in her seat. “Eehehehehehehe—HEEK! Yahahahahahahah ahahahahahahahahahaha! H-Hey no fahahahahahahahair ahahahaahahaha that's cheeheheheheheheheheheheating!” “Really,” Whis taunted, “because I don't remember ever saying that tools weren't allowed. If you don't like it, you can always just quit.” Bulma growled through her laughter, “Grrr...Ehehehehehehehehe y-yeah rihihihihihight ahahahahaha I've been throuhuhuhuhuhuhgh w-way wohohohohohohorse than this ahahahaahahaha.” “Suit yourself,” was Whis' only response before circling the downy plume around the bluenette's heel. On Pan's end the younger girl was actually fairing pretty well, much to her tickler's annoyance. The raven-haired girl was surprised at first, and jumped at the intrusion under her arms, but then she settled down and settled for just squirming uncomfortably in her seat. “Oh come on,” Champa cried out again from the side-lines, “You tried that before and it didn't work! Don't waste all our time again Vados!” The woman in question rolled her eyes before deciding he was right. So, the svelte fighter opted to try Pan's feet; seeing as it had almost cracked the blonde. Vados made no game out of this one, and simply pulled the boots from the younger girl's feet before attacking her socked soles. “Yipe! Kikikikikiki...gehehehehehe...ehehehehehehehe.” Like 18, Pan wasn't used to people touching her feet, so the young demi-saiyan was unaware that they were even ticklish. But as she sat there giggling, Pan was relieved to find that they weren't nearly as sensitive. “H-Hey gehehehehehe cut it out ehehehehehehehe that tickles.” Pan shuffled her socked feet around, twisting and turning her ankles in attempt to dislodge Vados' fingers. She may not be very ticklish on them, but that didn't mean the tomboy liked being shown so girly. Unfortunately, Vados quickly realized that tickling the young teen’s feet wasn't going to get her to crack. 'But then again,' she thought, 'the other one didn't have these covers on.' With that thought, the teal-skinned woman whisked off the red socks and bared Pan's small feet. The moment Vados' lithe fingers made contact with her naked soles Pan's feet flinched from the contact before renewing their squirming; this time at a faster frequency. They wobbled quickly, and their ten toes curled and shook from the ticklish assault. “Yaahahahahahahha oh come ohohohohohohon! W-Why the feehehehehehehehehet!? Go bahahahahahahahack back to my ahahahaahahaha.” While Pan was busy giggling her head off, over by Bulma Whis was having a fun time weaving his feathers between both sets of toes. He'd created a second one after seeing how well the first one was working. Bulma twisted wildly in her seat as she let her laughter flow like water. She'd learned from experience that trying to hold it in only tired you out, so the bluenette simply let the laughter come. “Hehehehehehehehehe is that gehehehehehehehe all you got? Hehehehehehehe,” she egged on through her giggle fits, “I-I barely ehehehehehehehe even feel ihihihihihihi it.” And Whis could tell that she was telling the truth. Despite what Vegeta had said, his wife didn't seem to be overly ticklish on her feet. Looking up, he decided to try a spot he hadn't thought of with Chi-Chi. The thighs. Putting away his feathers, the martial arts master leaned forward and used his long reach to bring his slender fingers around the bluenette's thighs. From there, he proceeded to use the same tactics he'd employed against his previous victims tummy. The moment she felt those flexible digits knead her flesh like dough Bulma exploded. “WAAH! WAHAHAHAHAHA D-DARN IT AHAHAHAAHAHAHA ME AND MY IHIHIHIHIIHIHIHI BIG MOUTH AHAHAHAHAHA!” Whereas before the genius of West City was simply rocking in her seat, now she was straining against the leather straps that held her down. Unfortunately, no matter how she twisted, Bulma was always in range of Whis tapered ticklers. From her place in the line Pan heard Bulma's hysterics easily overtaking her schoolgirl giggles. And it was this fact that made Vados stop her assault on her soles and try for a different spot. 'Hm, I wonder about that spot she's leaving out in the open like that.' The teal-skinned female pulled her fingers away from the pair of feet in front of her and shuffled over to the bare belly that was on display. It was trim and pale, with a deep naval. “Let's see how you handle this child.” Pan was more than happy to be given any amount of breathing time. Her soles tingled from Vados' tickling fingers, and their once pale complexion had turned a rosy shade of pink from the light abuse. Now, the demi-saiyan was busy rubbing her feet together to rid them of the ghostly after-tickles that haunted them. She barely heard Vados' whisper before the ticklish nerves of her belly were exploited. “YAAA! YAHAHAHAHAHAHA O-OH NO AHAHAHAHAHA NOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE! P-PLEHEHEHEHE PLEASE AHAHAHAAHAHAHA GO BACK AHAHAHAHAHAHA BACK TO MY FEEHEHEHEHEHHEE!” The young girl was unable to even finish her plea, her tummy was the most sensitive spot on her body, but she always thought that advertising it would make people think it wasn't and leave it alone. 'Looks like that didn't work', she thought in despair. As she pinched and goosed her tickle toy's ticklish abdomen Vados looked over her shoulder at the clock; ten minutes left. More than enough time, and, from the looks of it Pan's stomach would win her a victory. “But just in case...” Pan didn't hear the older woman's whisper. But if she had, then it may have given her time to be prepared, as a single digit was plunged into the deep contours of her belly-button. “GEEEEEE! HEHEHHEEHEHEHEHE O-OH PLEASE AHAHAHAHAHA NOT THAT AHAHAHAHAHA A-ANYTHIHIHIHHIHIHIHING BUT AHAHAHAAHAHAHA!” “Oh,” Vados taunted over the girl's shrieking guffaws, “does somebody have a ticklish little belly-button? Do you want me to stop? All you have to say is uncle child, and it'll make the big bad tickling stop.” The poor girl wanted to say no, wanted to fight on, but her naval was just too big a tickle spot. Pan could feel the very tip of Vados' finger nudge and stroke the very top of her belly-button knot, and no matter how she turned or which way she twisted, the demi-saiyan couldn't manage to dislodge the slender feeler that agitated her poor belly-button. “O-OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY OKAY UNCLE AHAHAHAHAHA U-UNCLEEEHEHEHHE I-I GIVE UP AHAHAHAHAHA SO STOHOHOHOHOHOP!” As Vados was pulling her index finger from the depths of Pan's naval, Bulma was too busy howling to hear the younger girl surrender. How long had it been? Surely it had been fifteen minutes already! These were the thoughts that replayed through the bluenette's mind as she suffered under Whis' own ticklish assault on her thighs. Bulma could feel the tears leak from her eyes and stain her bandanna as her lungs burned from the lack of oxygen. Whis had reached underneath and was tickling the backs of her thighs. The normally untouched skin was soon a large bed of charged and ticklish nerves, and as teal-skinned fingers kneaded the alabaster skin, Bulma continued to wail. “WAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA O-OH MAN! AHAHAHAHAHA COME OHOHOHOHOHOHON E-ENOUGH WIHIHIIHIHIHIHIHIHITH THE THIGHS ALREHEHEHEHEHEADY AHAHAHAHA!” Whis turned to look at the clock; five minutes. And unfortunately, it didn't look like the saiyan prince's wife was going to crack with just the teasing of her tender thighs. The martial arts master saw how his sister had broken Pan with a deep cleaning of her naval, so, Whis decided to try it as well. So, while keeping his left set of fingers occupied with squeezing Bulma's thighs, Whis reached up and dipped his finger into Bulma's belly-button. His victims response was an increased tempo of laughter; he'd found another good spot. “W-WAIT AHAHAHAAHAHAHA I TAKE IT BACK AHAHAHAAHAHAHA G-GO BAHAHAHAHAHACK TO MY THIHIHIHIHIHIIHIGHS AHAHAHAAHAHAHA!” The way the finger ran gentle little circles around her shallow naval was driving Bulma bonkers. With hers being smaller than Pan's, Whis had much less distance to travel before he reached the knot at its base. Once he found it, the teal-skinned man poked and prodded the poor thing without mercy, doing all he could to make Bulma surrender. “Alright brother, that's enough, the round is over.” Hearing his twin’s words brought Whis back to the fact that he did, in fact, have a time limit. One that Bulma seemed to have reached. With this knowledge, the lanky fighter stopped his ticklish touches and allowed the blue-haired woman the chance to relax while he took off her blindfold. “Looks like you made it Miss Bulma, congratulations.” Looking over to the gathered crowd Whis announced the results of round three. “At the end of this round we have Earth with two Dragon Balls and Champa with two. Unfortunately my friends, if both your next contestants fail, you lose the competition.” Over with the spectators, Vegeta looked over at his life-long rival and taunted smugly, “Well Kakarot, it looks like this time your family will be the reason Earth loses its fight; ironic don't you think?” “H-Hey! That's not fare Vegeta, they're trying okay? It's not our fault we're all ticklish,” Goku replied sheepishly. Looking over at his son, the saiyan warrior pleaded, “Gohan, please tell me Videl isn't ticklish.” Gohan could see the pleading look in his father's eyes, but all the half-saiyan could do was sigh and say, “I don't really know dad, I've never actually thought to tickle her. With all the work I do away from home, it's just never crossed my mind.” Goku face-palmed and muttered, “Oh boy.” Back with the ticklish women Pan was bust apologizing to her mother. The ones who had already gone were released, seeing as there was only one round left. The young teen was standing by her blindfolded mother and mumbled, “Sorry mom, I gave up.” Although she couldn't see her, Videl was more than capable of hearing the dejection in her future-daughter's voice. Turning her head so that she at least faced the right direction, the older woman consoled the troubled teen. “It's alright sweetie, you did your best, and that's all that really matters okay? Besides, mommy will make sure she wins this round for us okay?” Pan smiled, although her mother couldn't see it, and leaned down to give the older woman a gentle hug. “Thanks mom.” With that, she turned to her blonde friend and said, “Good luck Marron, we're counting on you too ya know.” And then she ambled over to her father, who she was eager to speak with. 18 gently ran her fingers through her own daughter's hair, trying to relax her for the round to come, and said, “Don't you worry about a thing Marron, you'll do just fine. You're just like your mother; strong willed and tough. I know you can do this.” The blindfolded teen reveled in the feel of her mother massaging her scalp, and let her words fill her with strength for the tickling that awaited her. “Thanks mom, I'll definitely win this for you and dad.” “Alright, that's enough of a break ladies,” Whis interrupted, “you can have some more talk time after the contest is over.” 18 wished her daughter good luck one more time before going over to stand by her husband. From her place next to the former monk, the blonde woman looked on and silently prayed that her daughter would make it through this. Both super-powered fighters stood circling their final targets, waiting for the right moment to begin the final round, and letting the anticipation build in both women's hearts. Vados had slipped off both their shoes, removing Videl's as a courtesy, and so each females feet twitched nervously in their stocks. Finally, after another round of skulking, Whis announced the start of the final round, “And...Begin.” “Yipe!” “Mph!” Marron had been the one to shriek as her tickler jumped into the last bout of competition. Vados was pumped from her recent victory, and was using that to fuel her on in this final stretch of the tournament. The teal-skinned woman had rushed around from behind the dental-like chair and attacked the girl's soles immediately. 'Like mother, like daughter right?' And she was mostly correct. Although the blonde didn't break out into hysterics like her mother, Vados could easily tell that Marron's own small set of feet were a great starting place. “Nahahahahahahahaha...ahahahahahahaha...pfft tehehe ehehehehehehehe...” Marron giggled wildly as she shimmied in her seat. Being a pampered child had made her skin soft and smooth, something she always used to love, but was now finding could mean disaster if used for tickling. 'But mom managed to hold out for the full fifteen minutes,' she thought while squealing at having her toes tickled, 'So that means I can do it too!' That feeling became a little harder to believe when a pair of slick feathers were introduced to her pale soles. “Yee! O-Oh noooo tahahahahahaha...n-not feheheheheheheheheathers too ahahahahahahaha!” Vados had a predatory grin on her face as she taunted, “That's right, feathers. Your mommy got lucky, I didn't have time to break these out on her, but I won't be making that same mistake here with you. Coochie coochie coo, who's a ticklish little baby huh? Is it you?” The teasing and baby talk seemed to only make the tickling worse for Marron. Her body twisted left and right sharply, while her feet tried to do everything in their power to avoid the soft kiss of those feathers. It was this decision that lead to Marron's first mistake; bringing attention to her toes. She made several attempts to grab the slim plumes between her toes, but all this did was make Vados focus on those spots. “Oh, what's the matter,” she teased, “are the little piggies feeling left out?” With that, the teal-skinned woman brought the tips of her feathers to dance along the undersides of her blonde victims bubble-like toes. Back and forth the plumes danced, sending Marron's pudgy toes dancing as they attempted to shoo away their tormentors. When Videl's turn started, the raven-haired mother of one managed to nibble down on her bottom lip and keep her laughter at bay while Whis tickled under her arms. Not being able to actually see the tickling coming was the worst though; it meant she had no real time to prepare the next tickle target. “Mph...kikikikiki...ehehe...” Gohan's wife only let small spurts of giggle pass through her lips, along with the occasional whimper, while her tickler stroked and teased the sensitive skin of her armpits. She had gotten relaxed into her new life as a mother, and had quit fighting the moment she learned of her pregnancy. Since then, the former martial artist had cleaned away any and all rough or dry patches of skin that came from fighting crime, so as to become every bit the perfect model of a mother. Now Videl was wishing she had kept at least a little of her old 'war wounds'. Feeling those slim fingers gently running along her hairless hollows made the daughter of Mr. Satan squirm like a worm on a hook. It was unlike any other feeling she'd ever experienced. And it was about to get worse. When he realized that solely tickling under Videl's arms wasn't going to be enough to break her, Whis decided to try a different spot. Her ribs. Keeping one hand up so as to keep up the pit tickling, Whis brought his second hand down and started to knead along the woman's flanks. “Aaiii! Tehehehehehehehehehe...Ehehehehehehehe...H-Heeeey cut it outtehehehehehehe.” To Videl it was as if someone were brushing her nerves directly with a fluffy feather. She'd never expected tickling to feel like this. And yet, it was fun, in a playful kind of way. The young woman could see herself in this situation again; as long as she were allowed to pull away if it became too much. As Whis teased two areas at once, Videl rocked from side to side, trying to equal out the attention given from both sides. If she felt her armpits were being taken advantage of, she leaned away and into the set of fingers that worked on her ribs, and vice-versa. Videl turned her tickling into a game. While Videl was making sport of her predicament, Marron was ready to burst. Vados had moved on from her feet, and was now opting to tickle her armpits. However, unlike Whis, Vados wasn't using her hands. No instead, the teal-skinned woman continued to apply her feathery duo to the blonde teen’s soft skin. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA C-CUT IT OUT TAHAHAHAHAHAHA, T-THIS IHIHIHIHIHI ISN'T F-FUHUHUHUHUHUHUUHNNY!” Every ticklish lick of those slim plumes drove 18's poor daughter further and further into madness it seems. They glided up and down in a torturous rhythm that played itself over and over in the young girl's mind. 'Up and down, up and down' Marron had never been tickled like this before. It was always just light, teasing touches from boys. Never did the blonde fashion lover imagine that something so silly could turn into her worst nightmare. But she had to stay strong; her mother was watching her. But with the way those feathers moved along her smooth skin, Marron wondered not for the first time, if she could really hold out. “You now,” Vados whispered teasingly in the laughing girl's ear, “all you have to do is say 'uncle' and I'll-- whoa!” It seems Marron didn't feel like listening, as the blonde had whipped her head around and slapped Vados with one of her pigtails. “S-SHUT UP AHAHAHAHAHA I EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE I CAN TAKE IT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The super-powered tickler looked down annoyed at her victim. Why'd she get all the mouthy ones? Looking up at the clock, and seeing that she still had about seven minutes left, Vados decided to throw caution to the wind and try to break the blonde girl's will. Flicking away her feathers, the teal-skinned fighter plunged all ten of her thin fingers directly into Marron's easily accessible armpits. “YEEE!” Poor Marron had no idea this was going to happen, so when she felt the tapered digits wriggling around in under her arms, she jolted in her seat. The blonde youth's back arched as far as it could go in an attempt to move her ticklish flesh away from Vados' fingers. Unfortunately for the ticklish girl, her restraints didn't allow for her to go very far, and so her smooth underarms were unable to escape their ticklish fate. Marron's mouth hung open for a moment in silent laughter before loud guffaws poured from her mouth. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA D-DARN IT AHAHAHAHAHAHA T-THAT TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES YOU JERK!” It was easy for the other two to hear Marron's screeching teenage laughter over Videl's tittering giggles. In truth, Whis had enjoyed the little game that the woman had started at the beginning of the round, and was more than happy to play along. Besides, if Vados couldn't get that blonde girl to crack, then the Earth deserved the Dragon Balls. And the Earth did win the balls. Vados was unable to crack Marron's strong resolve, just like with her mother, and so the girls from the blue planet succeeded in surviving Champa's tickle tournament. While Goku and his group spoke about how they would find the seventh ball, Champa was busy mulling over his loss. “No fair,” the chubby cat of destruction pouted, “I was gonna win.” Vados made an attempt to calm her student down, but this only lead to him turning his ire onto her. “If it wasn't for you,” he pointed accusingly, “and you’re playing around then we would have won Vados! I knew I should have been the one to do the tickling, I just knew it.” Beerus slid over to his brother with a vivacious grin and taunted, “What was that about an easy victory Champa? It seems to me that you'll just never learn; I always come out on top. It doesn't matter what the competition is, the end will always come with me as the victor.” With that, and a condescending pat on the head, Beerus and his attendant walked over to their friends from Earth, leaving Champa to fume at his brother’s insults. Once again, Vados tried to help. Although later she'd wished she hadn't when Champa's response was: “Oh yeah, well let's see how you handle fifteen minutes in one of those chairs!”

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uniguinflutist · 8 years ago

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Vegeta stood outside of the delivery room with Trunks by his side. The lavender-haired boy simply looked down at the tiled floor, uncertain, nervous, happy but also apprehensive--feelings that Vegeta himself knew. He closed his eyes as he recalled the day his younger brother Tarble was released from the incubator after being in there for a few years.

Vegeta sat hunched over just like Trunks as the servants fit Tarble in his suit for the first time. He’d never been allowed to see his younger brother grow because his father didn’t want his oldest son to become “attached” or “soft”.

Yet, that expression of worry and unease was the same.

Vegeta sighed and shook his head as the nurse approached them. “Mr. Vegeta Briefs? The doctors want to speak with you in private.”

Vegeta scowled, “What could they possibly want besides to waste my time?”

“There’s been a major issue. We’re not sure what went wrong--but your daughter...she’s alive, but we’re not sure what happened.”

Vegeta’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

“Let me show you. We put her in a separate room so we could monitor her vitals and try to see what we could do,” the nurse answered, “Nothing like this has happened before, since you’re the father I figured you’d better know and perhaps you might have some answers or insight.”

The room was smaller, about the size of two ambulances. A team of the cream of the crop of Capsule Corp’s medical division spun around the room like hamsters on spinning wheels.

“Her vitals, breathing, and weight are all completely normal and healthy. She’s going to survive. However...,” the nurse looked down at the infant.

A pale green babe with a tiny bit of white hair laid before them. She had pointed ears. She hadn’t yet opened her eyes, though from the rest of her body Vegeta could most likely deduct that they’d be grey.

The spitting image of a certain kaioshin.

Vegeta’s blood boiled. “Zamasu...you bastard,”

The nurse looked at Vegeta, “’Zamasu’? Is that some sort of mutation that we don’t know about that’s genetic to cross-breeding species?”

“No,” Vegeta answered, “Where’s my Bulma?”

“She’s still resting, but she might be able to talk by now...I’m not sure. She was pretty shocked herself.”

“I’m going to her,” Vegeta stated and left.

The hospital room prepared for the heiress of Capsule Corp was five times the size of a regular one. Each one of the equipment used was state-of-the-art and even the bed was pre-ordered to be made of memory foam. The room had a wonderful view of West City, especially during the night where the lights were almost as bright as the stars in the country.

Vegeta entered to witness an expression on Bulma’s face he never thought that he’d see. All life had been drained out of the strong-willed, vibrant, beautiful woman. She looked as if someone took her corpse, put a hospital gown on her and then propped her up. Her skin was as void of color as the Room of Spirit and Time. She looked as if she hadn’t blinked--let alone sleep--in hours.

She looked more dead than alive.

Vegeta came closer, and Bulma slowly turned her head. “Vegeta...is that you?”

“It is,” Vegeta answered. Bulma began to break into tears as color slowly returned to her face. Vegeta sighed and sat by his wife, cussing Zamasu inside of his head the entire time, wishing that he could punch him straight in the face.

Bulma finally composed herself after a long cry. “Back when we were fighting Zamasu and Black for the third time, I tried to seduce Zamasu to buy time for Trunks to learn the mafuba. You were off fighting Black and his clones.”

Vegeta nodded. “Alright, so what happened?”

“Zamasu grabbed me, and implanted a golden seed from what he called ‘the Kaiju Tree’, by shoving it down my throat, pulling me up by the collar, making sure that I’d swallow.”

Vegeta’s eyes widened. His rage grew.

“When I found out that I was pregnant, I was certain that it was yours,” Bulma looked down at her stomach. “I thought that golden seed was meant to poison or choke me,”

“Bulma,” Vegeta interjected. “If I could, I’d go back in time and ring that green spoiled bastard’s neck.”

“He was immortal, though,” Bulma pointed out.

“I’d find a way.” Vegeta replied. The Saiyan prince sighed. “What do you want to do now?”

Bulma lied back as she thought, “Technically speaking, Bulla herself hasn’t done anything wrong yet, so why should I punish her for the sins of her father? I’d just be nothing more than a hypocrite and a fool if I did. Plus, she has just as much of me in her as she does Zamasu; so maybe the good will balance the evil out and she won’t end up that way if we keep a close eye on her.”

Vegeta nodded in agreement as he looked out at the cityscape. He sighed and shook his head. Could he live with looking at the face of one of his greatest enemies every single day and be reminded of the pain he caused his family and friends? Vegeta closed his eyes and pictured a young girl with Zamasu’s hair, skin, ears and face, looking puzzled everyday at the world around her.

Though...in the end... Vegeta looked at his wife, “It’s your brat,”

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saiyanwhore · 4 years ago

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Arranged (Vegeta X Reader)

Chapter Two // Friends and Allies

It was later in the afternoon and Vegeta had not joined you for lunch after his little temper tantrum.

You had made him a plate down in the kitchen before walking through the large halls to his room.

You had knocked three times and entered the room where there was no sign of Vegeta.

Well, until you heard the shower running.

You assumed he had gone into the shower to relax after the emotionally and physically exhausting training session the two of you shared.

You knew Vegeta loved showers very much actually. He liked how they gave him time to think.

You smiled as you walked into the bathroom.

"Vegeta?" You softly hummed his name.

He didn't answer the first time, so you tried again.

"Vegeta?"

Still no answer.

You knew exactly what had happened.

He had fallen asleep in the shower.

Vegeta must have really not been feeling well. He only falls asleep in the shower when he's extremely sad and upset.

You grabbed a towel, nice and fluffy. You gently opened the curtain to see him sitting criss cross on the shower floor, his hair laying over his shut eyes.

You turned the water off and wrapped the towel around him, trying to be mindful of his tail.

You effortlessly picked him up and carried him to his bed, covering him up in the process.

You wouldn't want anyone walking in on a naked Vegeta lying on the bed.

You walked over to his wardrobe and pulled out some sweatpants and a t-shirt for later and laid them out on the end of the bed.

You had previously set his plate down on the table next to his bed, and you allowed it to remain there.

He could always eat later and he was overdue for a nice nap.

You left a small kiss on his forehead before smiling to yourself and exiting his room.

*Hours Later*

Vegeta woke up and immediately realized he had fallen asleep in the shower.

Embarrassment fell over his face as he realized it was either you or the maids who carried him out and brought him lunch.

It was revealed to him that it was you when he saw the clothes laying on the end of the bed.

The maids always laid out armor for him.

You, knowing he didn't feel well, gave him comfy clothes.

He would never admit it, but there was something about you that made him giddy.

The thought of you carrying him from the shower to the bed, all by yourself, made his heart feel funny.

Vegeta was scared, but his pride would not allow him to give away his vulnerable position to anyone but you.

He trusted you to keep quiet and not to bug him about things that he didn't want to be bugged about.

Vegeta got up and dressed himself. He sat and ate a cold lunch. His stomach still felt a little unsatisfied after he basically inhaled the plate of food.

Which reminded him to check the time.

8 o'clock at night!

He had missed dinner!

He grumbled loudly as he stood up and walked over to his wardrobe. It would be entirely unacceptable to be seen in his current attire outside the training room and his own room.

He was looking for his usual armor when he realized he forgot about his fitting tomorrow.

"For heaven's sake!" He screamed.

"What's wrong?" You had snuck your way in.

Vegeta's eyes lit up once he saw you had a cart of food in front of you.

"Finally, someone has the decency to find me for dinner." He put up his tough guy act and made a snarky remark as he sat down.

"A thank you would be nice Vegeta!" You flicked his ear. "And your parents were absolutely furious you weren't at dinner! If it weren't for me making excuses for you, you'd be dead meat."

The Prince didn't say anything as he started shoving his face with food. You watched him devour the whole cart in minutes, you doing something similar at dinner an hour ago.

After all, you were a Saiyan just like the Prince. You too had a tail.

Once Vegeta was done, he crossed his arms and looked up at you.

"How ya feeling?" You questioned sitting next to him on the bed, pulling fuzzies off his shirt.

"Would you stop that!?" He yelled. "And I am just fine, woman. I don't know why you insist on checking on me!"

You laughed at him.

"Vegeta. It's me, Y/N. Quit treating me like a stranger. You can cut the bullshit, love."

He became flustered at the sudden nickname. He put a hand to his forehead and cleared his throat.

"I suppose you know that I fell asleep in the shower."

"Yes?"

"Thank you for getting me out. It's always embarrassing when I wake up knowing the maids saw me...well you know..."

"Naked?" You questioned, poking at his chest.

"Shut up!" He crinkled his nose.

You giggled at your best friend's behavior as you plopped back on the bed.

"You're welcome." You softly hummed. Vegeta looked back at you with expressionless eyes before speaking again.

"I apologize for earlier as well." He mumbled, almost inaudible.

You knew it took Vegeta so much guts to apologize. He always was an asshole, and he knew it too. His pride would never allow him to say sorry to anyone really. It was rare that even you received an apology from him.

You gave him a small smile and grabbed his hand.

"Thank you Vegeta."

He blushed and looked away, eyes going to the floor as you watched the gears turn in his head.

"Vegeta, I know this is all really scary and stressful for you. It will be alright. Even if you are in an arranged marriage or whatever. You'll still be the strongest warrior I know. I mean come on! You kick everyone's ass all the time while training. Even mine! You know that not even the toughest trainees can beat myself. You'll find your way. I'll be here too. Supporting you and always making sure you're alright and comfortable. Always."

You got done with your little speech and you could tell by the look on his face that it meant a lot. He probably wouldn't admit it though.

You sat up and engulfed him in a huge hug. He just stayed still as you embraced him

"I cannot allow myself to be with a woman who is weak. I am afraid that is what I will receive." He huffed. "My mother is going to be searching for a family woman. Someone who is not a warrior or in any sort of leadership position. Whoever they deem fitting will be entirely family focused which is the last thing I will require."

"I know, Vegeta. Which is why suggested maybe looking around at some of the female warriors. I know there are few, including myself, but it's worth it if you don't want to just settle for some weakling."

"I am acquainted with every female warrior and none of them are of my liking." Vegeta snarled. His eyes closing shut.

"Not even Sarada?" You teased.

Sarada was Vegeta's long time crush. She was 2 years older than the Prince and was a strong female with determination and guts.

She was the best behind you, of course. But her physique was something men drooled over. You'd be lying if you said you weren't jealous.

Sarada refused to settle down with anyone, despite the several attempts from each and every male that passed her way.

You, on the other hand, were never approached by any male.

And it was all because of Vegeta.

No one dare touch the Prince's lady friend. Any guy that ever showed remote interest, Vegeta would immediately annihilate them. He almost acted like a protective big brother.

You, of course, weren't complaining considering the silent crush you had on him.

"I do not even engage with Sarada anymore, Y/N."

Your stomach bubbled at the use of your name. Vegeta only called you by your name every so often, and each and every time it made you heart flutter and your stomach burn.

Your cheeks flushed as you turned away from him, eyes at the ceiling.

You could feel his stare on you. He was watching your every move, not really understanding why you were so flustered.

"Regardless. Maybe you should try to talk to her?" You quietly started the conversation again. His eyes now tearing away from you and focusing on the floor.

He grunted. "I do not want to speak to her."

You sighed and frowned. If he was not willing, you knew he would be stuck.

The whole time, the both of you thought about the idea of being with one another, but you never dared to suggest it.

Vegeta would never flat out say it, even if he wanted to. You were the same.

"Well, I hate to say it..." You sighed softly. "You may have to just settle."

Vegeta winced at the words that flew so carelessly out of your mouth.

"I will not!" He spat, arms crossing in the process.

You stood up and stretched.

"I probably should hit the hay. Tomorrow's group training and you know how that is." You chuckled as you rolled your eyes.

Vegeta stood up with you to walk you to your room. He always did this when you two were spending time with one another at night.

You both headed toward the door and out into the hallway.

Vegeta placed his palm on the small of your back as if to lead you down the halls. His hand touching so gently.

The walk was very silent, but not awkward. It never was. It was actually very nice in a way. To have him be there with you.

When you both reached your room, Vegeta removed his hand and was waiting for you to go in, to which you grabbed his hand and pulled him with you.

You immediately hugged him, tugging at the hem of his shirt to pull it down in the back.

He was hesitant, but he hugged you back. You knew he needed this right now, whether he would admit it or not.

"It's going to be alright, Vegeta." You whispered.

His scent made its way to your nose. It was almost comforting and nostalgic for you.

He pulled away from you and softly nodded before getting ready to leave.

You reached up and kissed his cheek as he exited through the door, softly closing it behind him.

"Goodnight!" You called.

Vegeta, once he had made his way down the hall a ways, grabbed at his cheek where you had kissed him.

His heart began to flutter. Something he had always felt around you, but did not want to give into. You made him feel okay. You made him feel like it would all work out. You took care of him, even though you both were warriors.

He thought to himself that he wouldn't mind you as a wife, but quickly suppressed his thoughts.

You were his friend, nothing more. He knew you couldn't like him in any other way.

Vegeta reached his room and immediately laid on his bed.

Images of you danced around his brain as he tried to get some sleep.

As you had said, tomorrow was group training. He couldn't afford to lose any sleep.

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debcroft13 · 8 years ago

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Summary based on the summary of ep 77 of Dragonball Super

Welcome to the world Bra

Bulma sat in the rocking chair she had used to breast feed Trunks, she sat with her hand on her swollen belly. Bulma wondered just when she had got pregnant and she figured she had already been pregnant while in the future during that Black stuff, but it was too late to think on when this started when she was nearing the end of her second pregnancy. She noted the change in her pregnant stomach this time, it was definitely rounder and not as low as last time, her morning sickness had not been as bad either, so she figured she was having a girl. It was merely a gut feeling though as she and Vegeta had agreed to keep the sex of their child a surprise.

She watched him in the garden with Whis training, for the last month he had moved training here after some bribing on his part and Beerus watched the training while eating fried chicken adding sly comments on what Vegeta could improve upon . She felt her baby kick her every time the God was near Beerus, she figured the unborn Half-Saiyan wanted to fight the strong cat like God of destruction, so she kept a distance from him while he was here as the unborn babies kicks hurt her.

‘Not even born yet and your a handful.’ She thought lightly

She knew how excited Trunks was about having a little brother or sister to play with and protect, she knew Trunks wished it was a little brother she was having and she knew that Vegeta was wishing for a boy, but she would show them they were wrong. Yet Vegeta was sweet this time around any cramp or pain in her stomach he'd rush over to her side and put his hand on her stomach and check to see if she'd gone into labour. She'd never seen him this worried about anything, she blinked and rocked back in surprise as Goku appeared in front of her. She got up and hit his head and he turned with a pathetic look of hurt on his face.

“ Why did you do that?” He asked painfully

He looked at her furious look and looked down and jumped back.

“ Your belly is all big..” He called out shocked

“ I'm pregnant moron.” Bulma yelled back annoyed

Vegeta dropped out of his training and punched Goku in the face and he went flying down.

“ How dare you make her scared and angry. “ He yelled out angry

Vegeta looked to Bulma calmly and put his hands on her face to feel her Ki and helped her back into her seat.

“ That idiot didn't make anything happen did he?” He asked concerned

Bulma sighed as his hand rested on her stomach, Goku watched seeing Vegeta's worried look and his concern, he'd never seen the proud Prince so uneasy.

“ I'm fine, what are you doing here for Goku?” Bulma asked agitated still

Goku stood up rubbing his face, he looked to Whis grinning.

“ I wanted to ask Whis to train with me, but now I find out I'm going to be an uncle again.” Goku excitedly called out

He jumped around like a child and settled.

“ I do want to train with Whis still, can I Vegeta?” Goku asked

Vegeta turned his attention away from Bulma for a moment.

“ Ask Beerus he's right there.” He replied with a fierceness in his voice

He rubbed Bulma stomach gently as he felt the baby kicking from Kakarot 's arrival, the unborn baby soon settled when it knew he was there.

“ Such a fierce child, it has my royal blood for sure.”

She looked beyond him at Goku begging Beerus to let him train with Whis promising him Chi-Chis cooking.

“ Fine go ahead, looks like Vegeta done for the day any ways.” Beerus replied defeated

He observed Vegeta for a moment, he was unlike himself but even the God who's job it was to destroy had never seen a how humans carried or brought life into the world so he found the process fascinating. Whis looked as Goku went to hit him and he simply help his arm in place.

“ Now, now Goku, if where going to train why don't we go to your house in the mountains? we should leave the pregnant Ms Bulma in peace if we're going to be serious about this. After all me and Vegeta have merely been sparing to rid him of tension.”

He looked to Bulma and he'd seen Chi-Chi like that with Gohan, he knew it meant she was close to giving birth and he nodded

“ Yeah OK, later Bulma.”

She waved as Vegeta yelled.

“ Get lost Kakarot “

Goku grinned as Beerus walked to them with with fried chicken in his mouth.

“ Next time I want that other type of chicken you promised.” Beerus called out lightly

Bulma nodded as they left and she relaxed back as Trunks returned home and ran to her side. Vegeta stood up as he stroked her hand. He had no excuses this time around, he looked as she put her hand on her stomach and rubbed it with love.

When she went to stand she stood frozen and cramped down and Vegeta held her up as trunks watched on shock as water dropped from his mother's feet.

“ Trunks get your mother's hospital bag now.” Vegeta ordered fiercely

“ Sure father. “ Trunks replied strongly

Trunks turned Super Saiyan and flew to his parents room, Vegeta remember they were getting the Capsule plane to the hospital and he cursed for a moment as she gripped his hand in a contraction.

She tried to breath through the pain, he got her into the Capsule 'plan and Trunks came with the hospital bag and joint them as they flew to the hospital. Vegeta could fly this 'plane with ease so he landed it perfectly at the hospital.

They got to check in and Bulma handed Trunks money.

“ Honey you'll have to wait here for your grandparents to arrive, children aren't allowed through sadly, it be a few hours before momma gives birth so that money is for pop and snacks. “ Bulma explained in pain

“ OK momma.”

He took a seat and waited as he watched his mother and father go.

….

Hours later Trunks slept on his grandfather's shoulder as Punchy Briefs tapped him awake.

“ Trunks you have a little sister to meet.” His grandmother whispered

Trunks's face lit up he jumped from his grandfather's lap and followed his grandmother to the hospital room his mother and father were in. He looked at the small baby in his mother's arms as his father flexed his hand and fingers in a seat. Bulma was smiling as she saw Trunks and her parents.

“Trunks meet your sister Bra Briefs.”

Trunks edged his way to the little girl. He looked up shocked at her size and he saw flurries off blue hair and a Saiyan tail wrapped around her small waist. He knew his had been removed but he looked to his mother with hopefully eyes.

“ Can I hold her?” Trunks asked hopeful

She gestured for Trunks to come join her on the bed, she knew that Trunks maybe small but he was strong so she didn't mind him holding he daughter, he took a seat on the bed and her mother helped him hold Bra for moments and let Bra go. Trunks was sensible and held his sister proudly.

“ I finally get to be a big brother. “ He whispered

His grandparents made a fuss over Bra and Vegeta sat crossed armed in silence.

“ Trunks let your mother rest, well see your sister when she gets home.”

“ Ah but I just got to meet her.” Trunks wined

“ Your mother's tired Trunks, just let her rest.” Vegeta snapped

Trunks let his mother take Bra and jumped away and walked to the door sulking as his grandparents followed smiling away. Vegeta went to stand and Bulma eyed him up.

“ Where are you going Mr ? You haven't held Bra yet.”

Vegeta saw her stern look and sat down ��taken his daughter into his arms.

She opened her blue eyes and giggled.

“ Well Bra know get father well, must be cause you were by her so much when she was in my womb.” Bulma calmly explained

“ Heh this coming from the woman cursing me for making her pregnant and claimed she never wanting me to touching her again.” He replied lightly

He rubbed Bra's face gently as he looked into her blue hair eyes that where like her mother's, unlike Trunks she didn't share his vicious eyes and part of him was glad.

“ I don't remember such things, did I say that about you?” She asked while lying

He chuckled as he gave Bra back to her and kissed her head.

“ Guess you didn't, you should rest now.”

She yawned as closed her eyes, Vegeta took bra and placed her into the crib in the room. He couldn't help but smile at bra some day he'd have to be over protective off her but for now he'd let his daughter and wife rest.

#fanfiction #Bra #bulma x vegeta

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fandomchoirwriteblog · 6 years ago

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Fem!Raditz AU - part 1 - 1724 words

Raditz couldn't believe it. She had spent her life slaving away for her Prince, hoping for the day they'd be free and that maybe he'd view her as more than weak and useless. Instead she found herself dead and abandoned by her only comrades in a line with her stupid brother in front of some building built on top of clouds. This was not the warriors paradise she was promised.

"Damn it! This wasn't supposed to happen this way! None of this! I can't-" Raditz cut herself off with a wordless yell of frustration. Kakarot didn't even remember her, he didn't remember anything. It was all his fault. If he'd just done what he was supposed to she could have picked him up, they could have gone back and maybe her Prince would've finally thought more of her. But no, mister fucking brain damage had to help the Namekian kill her.

"I'm sorry?" He sounded genuine but conflicted. "You threatened my son and my friends though, I did what I had to do to protect them. If it means anything to you, I didn't want to kill you, it was my last option."

"Considering that we're standing in a line with halos over our heads awaiting our final judgment or whatever, no it doesn't mean much to me Kakarot." She turned around to face forward, the line had moved slightly but it seemed it would take a while before they made it to the building.

"I prefer to go by Goku, Raditz."

"I prefer having my last living relative remember that they're my species and my brother, but I guess we can't always get what we want, Kakarot."

"If I was the only one left, then technically my son is your only living relative."

"I swear by the Goddess, the Moon and anything you find holy that I will find a way to make you more dead than we already are." Raditz growled. Maybe she was already in Hell, stuck in an endless line with her traitor brother.

"Why are you so angry? I mean sure, we're dead, but even before then you were really on edge."

Raditz turned again to look at her younger brother and crossed her arms. "Look, I had one mission, one simple mission: bring you back to the other two living Saiyans. I was trusted with this mission since you're my brother and we all figured you'd want to get off a long dead planet ASAP, but I arrive and that's not the case. Instead there's millions of power levels. Sure, they’re all super low, but still significantly more than a cleared planet should have. So I thought maybe the power difference went to your head and you wanted to play at king or something with the inhabitants – it's been known to happen if we don't pick up the children we send out. Anyway, I figured I'd show up to wherever you had your kingdom situated and I'd either challenge you, win and force you to go with me or you'd just follow me from the beginning because you trust your older sister to know what's best and then we'd leave. None and I mean none of the multitude of scenarios I thought of could have prepared me for what I saw. I found a man that looked exactly like my father playing with a child who had a Saiyan tail mingling with people he should have killed over a decade previous. I thought maybe you spared them after you figured out you could crossbreed with them or maybe you found a small group that were useful to you in someway and were just waiting for the right time to take the rest out. But when I made myself known and you treated me as a stranger. That's when I knew I lost you. I hoped that maybe I could remind you, help you become what you should have been, but even without any memories your instincts are still the same as mine."

"What instinct is that?" [apprehensive, he doesn’t want to have anything in common with her, at least nothing bad]

"If it's yours, you protect it with everything you have. Your pride, your planet, your family, your life: if it's yours, you fight tooth and nail for it, you fight 'til you're dead or the person trying to take it is dead, 'cause that's the only way you keep anything in life. You defended what was yours from a marauding enemy, you followed Saiyan instinct to a T."

"If you hadn't attacked-"

"I'm sure we wouldn't be in this situation but Prince Vegeta sent a warrior, not a diplomat. This is what happened. Besides, there's no point in what ifs now, we're dead and that's not changing. Enjoy your borrowed time if you do get 'wished' back with those Dragon Balls you mentioned before Kakarot. Vegeta and Nappa will just kill you again. There's no way you and your Earth friends can beat them, Nappa's three times stronger than me and Vegeta's five times stronger than that. You might as well just stay here and plan a welcoming party for your friends and family."

"You could help us. When we go back we can train and you know how they fight so we can come up with a strategy."

"Kakarot, you were born with a power level of five and while yes you've improved, you're still just a third class like me. What could we do against Elites? Dying once was enough for me, thanks."

"If you go into a battle thinking you've already lost you'll be right."

"Of course I'll be right, I've never beaten Nappa in a spar and according to Vegeta it's a waste of time to do anything but beat me near to death and hope the Zenkai boost was worth it. If I'm that weak compared to them how do you think the rest of you will fare considering the only way you killed me was to sacrifice the literal strongest person on the planet to hold me in place to make sure I took a mortal blow? Mind you, the literal strongest that is still a fraction of my strength."

"I thought you wanted to find your family on Earth."

"My family died on Planet Vegeta. You're just a mistake living in my brother's body."

"Just because I don't remember being your brother it doesn't mean that I can't learn to be. The only family I ever had before my wife and son was my adopted grandpa, I want to know what having a sister is like." By now they had made their way inside the building. Behind a massive desk sat an even bigger red man with a plaque that read "King Yemma". Around the foot of the desk the red man's attendants skittered about, leading other souls though various doors that lined the room. The large red demon yelled.

"NEXT." Raditz, seeing that she was at the front of the line finally, stepped forward. One of the blue attendants spoke next.

"State your name and race."

"Raditz, daughter of Bardock, Saiyan."

The demon flipped through a book on his desk. "Let's see, a Saiyan, not too many of those kicking around anymore. Ah yes, Raditz." King Yemma let out a low whistle. "You have killed an awful lot of people. Entire planets worth of people. You showed some remorse at first, but by the end it was little more than sport to you. No acts of notable good to balance your scale. I sentence you to repent in Hell until a time that you've calmed down enough to go through the Soul Cleansing Machine."

"I'm dead and it’s still all the fucking same. Death is supposed to be the great equalizer but I guess that's just the ignorant hopes of the weak. Send me on down to my final resting place or whatever, I'm ready."

"Wait!"

"Kakarot!-"

"Who speaks out to King Yemma? State your name and race."

"Uhh, Kakarot, son of Bardock, Saiyan, I guess. Maybe Son Goku? I'm from Earth and-"

"Ahh yes, a memory loss case. Why do you interrupt my sentencing?"

"Well, uh, I want to get stronger. My friends are going to wish me back to life and-"

"Why did you feel the need to interrupt my sentencing?"

"Let me take Raditz with me to train. If I can't convince my friends to wish her back with me then she can fulfill her sentence after I get wished back."

"Why do you believe she can help you?"

"Currently she is stronger than me and is a goal to reach, once I match her in strength she'll be an ideal sparing partner throughout our training. There's also a threat coming to my planet, one she knows very well, in addition to helping me train and get stronger I believe she can help us come up with a plan to beat them."

"I too would make a request of you, King Yemma." Raditz jumped and turned around to see a wrinkled, old Namekian, oddly reminiscent of the Namekian that killed her and Kakarot.

"Ah yes, Kami, Guardian of Earth, what would you like since everyone's asking for favors?"

"I want the spirit known as Son Goku to have his body returned to him and be allowed to train with King Kai."

"But what about the Saiyans? I need to get back to Earth."

"Your friends will wish you back before the threat arrives. There's no one on Earth that can train you anymore Goku, but King Kai's training is legendary."

"Can Raditz come with me? She could be very helpful against the Saiyans."

"Her comrades? Why would she fight with you against them?"

"They left me for dead, I say fuck 'em."

"If you trust her then I suppose. It's up to you to convince your friends to wish her back. In that case, King Yemma, I ask that both Son Goku and Raditz have their bodies given to them and be allowed to train with King Kai."

"If it'll get you all out of my hair then fine. Son and daughter of Bardock I hereby return your bodies, follow one of my attendants to Snake Way. At the end of Snake Way you'll find King Kai, you'll have to ask him to train you yourselves."

#>1000 words #<5000 words #dbz #fanfic #fanfiction #goku son #raditz #son goku #writing #fem!raditz #this is part of a long fic that I hope to finish some day #I've been working on it for at least a year at this point tho so I'm not holding my breath #but it's a standard dbz + raditz fic #i've written scenes up to the cell saga #but it's no where near solid enough to post cohesively

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scarletraven1001 · 7 years ago

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Worth

Bulma is drowning in self-doubt following her break-up with Yamcha, but comfort comes from the strangest of places as her seemingly insensitive Saiyan house guest reminds her that she is worth much more than she believed herself to be.

A three-year gap fic. One-shot.

My entry for @tpthvegebulsmutfest

Day 3: Just This Once

Also on Ao3.

Hi there! Mind if I join the DB fandom? :)

This is my first fan work for this fandom, in spite of being a fan of the series and an avid Vegebul shipper for literally decades. Why did I decide to do this now? Nearly all in-universe fics I have read so far have painted Bulma as a sexually-experienced woman. I wanted to explore the possibility of her being the innocent one in her relationship with Vegeta. I thought that perhaps this TPTH prompt would be the perfect chance to explore that idea.

This is also my first fanfic after being dormant since 2005, so please be gentle with criticisms.

And yes, this is most definitely smut. Enjoy!

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Worth

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She looked absolutely miserable.

Granted, Vegeta would never consider himself particularly perceptive regarding emotions, never mind human emotions. One glance at the woman though, and even one as emotionally-stunted as himself could see that the woman was unwell.

He had been too busy training for the androids to notice anything that went on outside of the gravity chamber. All he knew was that after the explosion that damn near destroyed him along with the ship, the woman had been even more… friendly towards him. Perhaps she felt a peculiar kinship with him after having watched over his bed-ridden form for several days. Or maybe she believed that he had gained a modicum of humanity from his humbling experience and wanted to help him ease into their world.

Or maybe, she had always been like that, and he had just never realized it until then.

He had always treated her as just another pawn thrown into his life to help him attain a goal. A tool, if you may, to aide him with his mission to attain the legendary. A tool wrapped in a sinfully beautiful face and a body that could make lesser men weep, but a tool, nonetheless.

Regardless of his opinions of her though, even he could not deny that things had changed. He was more tolerant of her, more open to spending time with her, for reasons not even he himself could fathom. Somehow, whether he liked it or not, the little witch had grown on him.

The woman had the audacity to sit with him during his post-workout meals. She fuzzed over his minor injuries as if they were life-threatening, despite all the data she had regarding Saiyan physiology that showed that nothing short of a hole through his entire torso would have any lasting damage on him. Some of the said data came from samples he had allowed the silly woman to take from his own body, just to placate her into allowing him to train in peace.

He recognized her intellectual capacity as being far superior to those of the other beings living around her. She had inventions so advanced that they had to be kept in top secret facilities as the concepts were so far beyond their time that they had to wait for specialized parts to be invented or custom-made.

She was fiery, with a quick wit and temper matched only by his own. She would allow him to vent but would only take so much abuse until she decided to fire back at him. Their arguments were always epic, a volley of insult after insult, but he derived a perverted sense of satisfaction in watching her cheeks turn red with her indignation, her chest rising and falling aggressively with her deep, angry breaths.

It did not take a huge leap for him to imagine her in other situations that would make her flush and pant so powerfully.

But she had a mate, the weakling that often stayed with her, and Vegeta accepted that he had no business fantasizing about her.

That right there was another problem: he had been celibate for far too long, and the woman was too physically appealing. Especially when she was worked up, glaring at him fiercely, a harsh insult on the tip of her tongue.

Which was why her melancholy mood from the past few days struck him as strangely disconcerting.

He started to walk past the female’s forlorn form, seated on a barstool in the kitchen. Her hair, currently a straight cut that fell past her shoulders, shielded her eyes. She had not noticed him there yet, he could still make a run for it.

‘I shouldn’t interfere,’ he told himself. ‘This is none of my business. It is absolutely not my concern if the woman drives herself mad with whatever benign issue she has in mind.’

But damn, if he didn’t miss their quarrels… Her resistance to fix the bots he ruined. Her anger had become one of the highlights of his days, but she had been so out of touch recently that she had simply sighed and walked quietly to the gravity chamber the last time he demanded she repair his bots.

He refused to believe that what he felt was concern.

She heaved a dejected sigh that was so out of character for her that he had to pause and reassess.

‘I will approach her,’ he thought, wondering where this sudden streak of compassion had come from. Whether he would regret this lapse in judgment later…

‘I will approach her,’ he asserted to himself as he began to walk towards her. ‘I will get to the bottom of this nonsense and have the vitriolic harpy back into proper form. I will indulge her human propensity for talking about her problems, but… never again. It will be just this once.’

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“Woman.”

The rough voice startled Bulma out of her self-imposed isolation. She was so focused on her misery, on blaming herself for how things had unfolded, that she didn’t realize that her ridiculously powerful Saiyan house guest was only a few feet away and seemingly intending to sit on a stool across from her.

She watched as he sat down gracefully, then his vivid eyes settled directly on her.

She looked around and noticed that he did not set out any food for himself, which was strange. He normally only ever went to the kitchen to eat, but here he was, seated almost primly before her, not a scrap of food in sight.

‘Maybe he wants me to make some for him,’ she mused. After all, she had done that for him for quite a few times. God forbid he tried to use an oven on his own.

She started to get up to find him something to eat, when his voice, and the unexpected words said in that voice, nearly made her fall off the chair completely.

“What has been bothering you?”

She gawked at him, completely unprepared for the question. ‘So he had noticed?’ she wondered as she righted herself again, still looking at him in surprise.

“Umm… I beg your p-pardon?” she stammered.

He sneered at her before he bit out, “You have been acting like a fool for several days, and I want to know why. Your morose mood may affect your ability to enhance my training room and I want you back in form. I will ask again, and you will answer me properly this instance: What. Has. Been. Bothering you?”

Bulma didn’t know if she should be offended or be touched by his question.

She mulled over it for a bit. What brought this on? Why did he want to know? Was he actually concerned about her?

She considered him her friend, after all. Perhaps he was finally beginning to accept her as his, as well.

Her thoughts had probably started to reflect themselves on her face, as he quickly barked out, “Don’t look at me like that! I just demand to know why my brilliant scientist is suddenly behaving like such a dejected fool.”

She bit back a smile at his words. ‘My scientist?’ she thought with a chuckle, knowing that he was probably too flustered to realize what he had said.

She tried to school her features into a blank mask as she looked back at him, mulling it over. ‘He’s gonna call me an idiot if I tell him. But he did ask.’

Taking a deep breath, she whispered one word, “Yamcha.”

A raised eyebrow was all she got from the Saiyan. “What about him?”

“We broke up.”

“What exactly did you break on him and why has that made you act the way you have been acting?”

She burst out laughing, the first time in days, a kind of cathartic release from the pain that her break-up had caused her.

Vegeta snarled in confusion, and just as he was about to yell at her, she started speaking.

“Vegeta, breaking up means that he is no longer my boyfriend. We are no longer together romantically,” she smiled at him, some of her earlier grief evaporating as she watched him scrunch his face up in confusion.

“Is that the reason why I have not seen his pathetic hide for several days now? I was under the impression that he was your mate,” Vegeta asked, genuinely confused.

“Mate?”

“A lover, a life partner. Like your father and your mother.”

“Oh no, Vegeta! Not like that!” she laughed sadly. “My parents are husband and wife. Yamcha was my boyfriend. It is not the same as being a married couple, but…” Bulma looked down at her hands before continuing. “It entails a certain level of commitment. One that we no longer have, now.”

“Well,” he began slowly, seeming to weigh her words. “If this is what your problem is, why don’t you just ask the weakling to come back?”

She sighed. “It’s not that simple, Vegeta. You see, Yamcha, he… He left me.”

“He was the one who chose to abandon you?” he sounded incredulous.

She nodded. “Yes. He cheated on me. He found someone else,” she laughed bitterly before she snarled out, “Someone who fulfilled his needs.”

A low growl from her alien house guest had her looking back up, and Bulma was startled to find an enraged look on Vegeta’s face. He looked nearly insulted, indignant, and she realized that he was angry on her behalf.

“The ungrateful weasel,” he hissed. “How dare he. Have you not given him everything?”

She was surprised by the level of hatred in his voice as he kept talking, “No self-respecting man, Saiyan or not, should ever be unfaithful to his chosen woman.”

Bulma stared in astonishment as apparently, her words touched on something that was a sensitive topic for the prince.

“I am staying in your home, in your debt, I recognize this fact,” he started again, surprising Bulma further, “But I intend to recompense you by defeating the androids. That fool, on the other hand, has taken from you, and he repays you by betraying you with another female?!”

Bulma felt tears spring to her eyes, touched by his words. Vegeta seemed genuinely enraged at the concept of Yamcha leaving her for another woman.

“You are a highly desirable female on this planet. You have given him your food, your time, shelter. You have given him pleasure, your body, and he dares-”

Her thoughts screeched to a halt at those words, and without thinking, her face redder than a ripe tomato, Bulma sputtered out, “No!”

Vegeta stopped ranting, looking at her in confusion. “No?” he asked, pausing to let her clarify.

She blushed even deeper, before she looked him dead in the eyes, “Vegeta… I never slept with Yamcha.”

“Tch,” he sneered. “Don’t lie to me woman. As loathe as I am to admit it, I can hear the sounds of your copulation through your bedchamber walls. He, specifically, can be disgustingly loud.”

“But you don’t hear me, right?” she asked, the flush refusing to leave her cheeks as she forced herself to keep her gaze on Vegeta.

The look he gave her then was so absolutely mystified that she had to choke back a laugh in spite of her debilitating embarrassment.

“Vegeta, we have… Umm… fooled around. But I have never had actual penetrative sex. Not with Yamcha, not with anyone. Ever. So yes, he may have gotten some pleasure out of me, but I never…” she stammered, before covering her face with her hands and whining, “Why am I even telling you this?”

The Saiyan sat back in his chair, silently mulling over her words. He was looking at his crossed arms, and appeared to be blushing a little as well, but Bulma was far too embarrassed to even think about needling him about it.

When he finally looked back up, he had a confused look on his face again.

“Why?” he whispered, almost too low for her to hear.

“Why what?”

“You were together for over a decade. You told me this. Why then did you never fornicate?”

Her humiliation vanished, replaced by guilt and sadness once again. “I… I don’t know. I honestly don’t understand it either. I mean, I loved him. I guess I was just never ready yet. I wanted to be ready, but I just couldn’t.”

A sob broke out of her then, and she watched Vegeta tense in front of her, obviously uncomfortable with the direction their conversation had taken.

“I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too, at some point, but I just can’t. I always froze up and stopped him before we started,” a sardonic laugh escaped her as she shook her head, looking away from his piercing dark gaze. “I was always such a flirt too, you know, back when we were younger. I’ll bet he never expected me to give him a decade-long case of blue balls.”

A hint of bitterness entered her voice as she kept talking, “I tried to fix it. I agreed to touch him, to get the edge off, as he put it. But it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough.”

She couldn’t stop her next words, as she had been thinking them repeatedly over the past week. “I should have just let him do it… This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have made him wait so long. It was just sex after all, and I could have just -”

“Woman, shut up,” her eyes widened as she snapped her eyes back to Vegeta, and was surprised by the anger that had sprung back into his eyes.

“Shut up. Stop thinking this way. This is not your fault.”

A gasp escaped her as what he said sunk in. She was about to refute him, but instead, he raised a hand to stop her self-pity party, his eyes still hard, but the softest she had ever seen them, and trained directly into her own.

“Listen woman, and listen well, for I will only ever say this once, and if you repeat this to anyone, I will deny having said every single word. The most valuable conquests are always those that you have waited for and worked hard to attain. The measure of a man can be counted only with victories that were hard-fought. You are a woman of worth. The wait and the effort he would have put into courting you should have challenged him to prove himself worthy of your surrender. If the weakling was foolish enough to indulge in inferior liaisons with other females as he grew impatient waiting for you to be ready to give yourself to him, then you were right to have never given in because he was clearly never man enough for you. You are not to blame for his infidelity. Never think that his indiscretion was due to your misgivings. You cannot, and must not, force yourself to lay with anyone if you do not want to. It is your body. Your mind, your life. For such things, you must never, ever compromise.”

His eyes grew even more intent on hers, “Now pull yourself back together, Bulma. He is not worth your misery. No man should be worth your tears.”

Bulma was stunned into silence. Vegeta, the alien prince who had spent his life exterminating countless civilizations, had just told her that she was not to blame for her break up. The biggest alpha male she had ever met was now sitting across from her, telling her to never compromise her body, and a cloud of happiness surged into her chest at being told that she did the right thing, to have stood up to Yamcha and not slept with him until she was sure and ready. Tears began to fill her eyes again, but this time with relief that someone else believed that what she did was right. And he had said her name.

Vegeta looked away from her dampening eyes, then slowly stood up and began to walk out of the kitchen.

“Vegeta,” she called, her voice hoarse with her unshed tears. “Vegeta, thank you.”

He nodded at her once, then walked away, his silent steps letting Bulma know that he was headed once again to his training room.

Her heart beat faster, hope blossoming in her chest as her eyes trailed after Vegeta long after he had left her line of sight, and in the back of her heart, a part she was yet unaware of, the name of the proud prince quietly started taking root.

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Weeks passed quickly within the walls of Capsule Corp, and before she knew it, Bulma was buried in so much work that she had no time to eat, and even less time to dwell on her break up with Yamcha.

Vegeta certainly kept her busy: between all the broken bots and demands for more improvements to the gravity room, he always managed to find something for the blue-haired scientist to do. His latest demand: a set of armor to replace the last set that he owned, the one baring the holes that reminded him of his death on Namek-sei.

He was even bossier than before, but Bulma noticed that the man was also a lot more visible. Prior to their fateful conversation in the kitchen, she would sometimes go days without seeing him, but nowadays, like clockwork, he would be in the kitchen at midnight, impatiently tapping his feet while he waited for her to prepare (mostly just reheating what her mother had made) his dinner.

He routinely engaged her in petty little arguments that ended with them screaming at each other, but she could see a peculiar glint in his eyes that she at first could not understand. All she knew was that a side of her, the headstrong little she-devil as he liked to call her, enjoyed the verbal sparring, and she began to see that he did, too. After a few more days, she finally understood… He was doing it to distract her.

He was distracting her from her misery, and it was working. It was working very well. She would never acknowledge it since she just knew he would deny it, but she was unendingly thankful to him for what he was doing. She felt her heart softening more and more towards him, and though she could feel a change coming, she still, stubbornly, refused to name it.

And if his ultimate goal was distraction, well… Those glimpses of his perfect physique while he went about his business without a damn shirt on was definitely an even better strategy.

Physically pure she may be, but her thoughts, turning more and more lascivious at a frightening pace, were another matter entirely.

She had always acknowledged that Vegeta was very attractive. If she was being completely honest, that attractiveness was one of the reasons why she invited him to live with her in the first place.

However, it concerned her how easily she could daydream about touching those delicious Saiyan muscles nowadays, when she had previously been regarded as a prude by her ex-boyfriend. Her ex, whom she had loved for nearly 15 years. And whom she knew had also loved her.

Vegeta, on the other hand… She would be reaching if she even claimed that he may care. Or was she?

Tossing away her improper thoughts, she huffed, blowing her bangs away from her face, to concentrate on fixing the latest casualty of Vegeta’s ridiculous training regimen.

8-8-8-8-8

He knew what he was doing. He didn’t dare dwell on the why’s, but he damn well knew what he had been doing. Didn’t mean he was doing it willingly, and he cursed himself poignantly for his ridiculous actions.

Bulma was now a single woman. And he had unconsciously started moving in on her now that she was unattached.

He was furious with himself. The woman should be allowed time to heal, not to have a monster like himself suddenly trying to siddle in.

It had begun as him trying to, for once in his life, make things more pleasant for another. He wanted the spitfire woman to be back to normal, and he had an idea: He knew that he, personally, always managed to stave off any feelings when he had something to focus on, and he had begun piling work onto her, hoping it would have the same effect… And it did.

The woman worked with a single-minded intensity that amazed even him, barely stopping for breaks even when he could tell that her fragile human body was close to giving out.

He didn’t wish to go as far as bringing her fucking food to her, so he found a way to get her to eat. He started finishing his training at a fixed time, demanding that she make him some food, then giving her some of the said food so she had some sustenance. A couple of weeks later, a routine had been established: they would both stop what they were doing at midnight, head to the kitchen, and she would cook while he waited, then they both ate in increasingly comfortable silence.

He wanted to blast his own face apart with his Galick Gun, livid at his perceived hypocrisy. The Prince of all Saiyans, trying to cozy up to a human woman, whom he knew was probably still nursing a broken heart. He felt like a fiend.

And worse of all, he did not understand why he was doing it, and being the coward that he currently thought himself to be, he adamantly refused to analyze his own motivations. At first he thought he was doing it to get into her pants, but he realized he was wrong when he started thinking less about what she would look like naked, and more of what else he could do to erase the haunted look lingering in the edges of her eyes.

“Fuck!” he screamed in irritation, hurtling a tremendous ki blast at a bot, only for it to dodge, with his blast ending up frying the gravity room’s control panel. The emergency lock down that Bulma had installed after the old ship blew up engaged, and he flew up and crashed harshly into the domed ceiling as the 450g gravity stopped weighing him down.

The woman’s face, smudged with what appeared to be axel grease, was immediately on the communication screen, the lockdown sequence also alerting her that something had gone wrong.

“Vegeta, what-”

“Woman, I am fine,” he flew to levitate in front of her image, quickly cutting off her rising panic. “I missed a fucking bot and blew up the controls. Now you need to fix it.”

“Dammit Vegeta, I told you to be more careful with the room! No amount of reinforcements can protect the sensitive control panel from you!” She rubbed her forehead in agitation.

“I can’t fix it today. I used some of the special spare parts on a machine that locked up in the main engine room, and I need to wait a couple of days for the parts to be delivered. You’re gonna have to find another way to occupy yourself, in the meantime.”

“Woman,” he growled threateningly. “That is unacceptable. Another day I waste not training is another day I do not get strong enough to destroy the androids. We only have less than two years to go and I have not ascended yet!”

“And I still can’t fix that thing today! I don’t have the components!” she shot back, before an idea seemingly came to her and a smile lit up her face.

Vegeta just stared at her brilliant eyes, then angrily shook himself out of whatever-the-hell-that-was when she started speaking again.

“I know! Come down into my lab and we can test out your armor!” she enthused, and he immediately perked up at the mention of his Saiyan attire. She had been working on it for weeks, saying she needed to figure out some compounds to toughen up the material while keeping it malleable enough to wear comfortably.

“Have you finished it?” he asked, barely managing to hide his own enthusiasm at seeing Bulma so animated.

“I think so. I have been testing out my prototype and it has managed to stand up to the strength tests. Your ki blasts are stronger than any artificial energy I could produce though, so I would like to see if it could withstand your ki. It is also soft enough to wear now, unlike my first failed attempt,” she laughed, and Vegeta smirked as he too recalled the unfortunate first suit that could indeed stand up to ki blasts, but was also so tough that he could not put it on.

“You will fix this infernal machine once the parts arrive?” he asked again, just to clarify.

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, I will fix my beautiful creation that you destroy again and again, once the parts arrive.”

Nodding once, he shut off the communication link before exiting the gravity room, heading for the woman’s personal laboratory.

8-8-8-8-8

Bulma was practically vibrating in excitement as Vegeta entered her lab. He was sweaty and a bit haggard, but like his gravity-defying hair, he stood proud and straight, looking around her lab expectantly.

Bulma inwardly groaned as she realized that her mind was currently squealing about how handsome he was, standing there in his tiny lycra shorts and those droplets of sweat clinging to his amazing body, honed and toned by years of hard work.

“It’s in here!” she called out, pointing to a box on the table beside her.

He approached her silently, peering into the box that she had opened, pulling out the blue battle suit and the white breastplate. She handed him the breastplate first, and she watched as he pulled it onto his torso, testing the elasticity.

She noted how the armor hugged him perfectly, nodding in satisfaction as it became apparent that the breastplate was now wearable.

Next, they had to test the strength. Vegeta took the armor off and held it in his left hand, then pulled back his right hand and gave it a solid punch. His punch was strong enough to start tremors within her lab, and she grinned proudly when the armor didn’t even budge.

Vegeta looked up and caught her eye, an impressed smirk on his lips. He then opened up his fist, clearly intending to try a ki blast, before he stopped and regarded her again.

“Woman, you may want to stand back,” he said softly, and Bulma nodded, going behind him to shield herself with his strong body.

He released a small ki blast, and Bulma shrieked in excitement when the armor simply absorbed the energy. Vegeta then used more energy on another blast, and another, slowly increasing intensity until he stopped, turned to face her, and to Bulma’s eternal shock, he grinned, a genuinely happy light entering his obsidian eyes.

“Great work, woman,” he remarked, and Bulma was so ridiculously happy about her success that without thinking, she laughed giddily and grabbed Vegeta around his neck in a big hug.

She felt him stiffen, dropping the armor in his hands to the floor. Realizing what she had done, she moved to release him…

Or at least, she tried to, but his arms, far stronger than her own, suddenly wound around her waist. She looked down at his arms in surprise, not quite believing the sensation of his embrace until she saw it with her own eyes.

A choked sound escaped his throat, and she looked up at his face, her own flushing at the intensity of his gaze.

He was staring at her, piercing her soul with this eyes, and before Bulma knew what was happening, she felt his lips against her own, and her heart burst in elation as his lips moved firmly, demandingly, coaxing a strangled moan from her as she heatedly kissed him back.

His hands roamed her back, caressing her arms, clutching at her sides, as his kiss dominated her, her mouth desperately keeping up with his urgent but gentle movements. She heard him groan against her lips when she moved one hand to clutch at the hair on the back of his neck, the other moving down to greedily grasp the hard planes of his chest.

He wrenched his lips away from her mouth, only to turn his attentions to her throat. She moaned deeply as her hands moved to grasp his forearms, finally feeling the ridges that she had previously memorized with her eyes.

Her sounds seemed to spur him on, as he suddenly grabbed her by the waist with his two large hands, lifting her onto her desk as she impulsively wrapped her legs around his hips. He kept kissing her, becoming more forceful, even as her nails began to rake almost painfully across his muscled back.

A near animalistic growl reached her ears and she found her blouse pulled roughly down her shoulders, trapping her upper arms against her as he continued to ravage her neck, quickly going lower, and she felt his rough tongue lapping nearly at the tops of her breasts. She cried out in delight, clutching his head with her hands, egging him on.

However, as suddenly as he started, Vegeta suddenly reared back, panic in his eyes as he held her back at arm’s length.

“B-Bulma…” he stammered, eyes wide, and she tried to reach for him, to pull him back to her, but he was suddenly gone, the only sign that he was ever there was the breeze left behind by his speed, in his haste to leave.

Numb with shock as what just transpired finally registered in her brain, Bulma slowly adjusted her top, noting that the seams had been torn by his forceful pulling. She stared down at the armor on the floor, reeling from the chaotic thoughts crowding her mind.

But the foremost thought screaming at her from inside her head, was asking just one thing…

‘What the hell just happened?’

8-8-8-8-8

It has been three days since Vegeta fled Capsule Corp, seeking the calming refuge of a quiet wilderness. He had proceeded to systematically decimate the said wilderness, and when no structure or living thing remained standing, he had morosely sat down in the center of the wide span of land, his mind in chaos, his hands itching to either do more damage or cling to the woman that he had run away from.

“Fucking idiot,” he muttered to himself, lifting his hand and sending a ki blast onto something that moved in his peripheral vision. He was a mess, he knew, but he had no idea what to do to fix this debacle that he just foolishly thrust himself into.

What had he been thinking?! He was a horrible person and should not dare to touch a woman whose hands were unsoiled by death

But she was so soft, and she smelled so good, and he had been thinking about her so much in the last few days that when she touched him, he lost his damn mind and let himself ravage her.

He thought many times about just leaving Earth altogether, so he could gather his wits about him, but something held him back. He still couldn’t identify it, this damned feeling in the back of his head, that made him impulsively touch her.

She was broken, lonely, and most likely still hurting. And he, a career assassin who never felt anything more than irritation over killing off entire races of beings, felt like an absolute ass about taking advantage of her this way.

But then he realized, he was lonely, too. He always had been. And in Bulma’s loneliness, he started seeing her as a kindred spirit who could complement his own solitude.

He needed to go back.

He blanched at the idea of going back to Capsule Corp, but he steeled himself, mentally protesting that he was no fucking coward and he can go and face the heiress whenever he pleased.

8-8-8-8-8

It was past midnight, but Bulma lay awake, unable to sleep. He was back. She knew he was back, the moment he stepped into her home. She didn’t know how, she had no ki control or detection skills to speak of, but she just knew. She felt it when he went in to take his shower. Knew his routine, that he always washed himself right after coming back from any venture, or right after his nightly meal.

And she was going to speak to him tonight, whether he liked it or not.

When he left three days ago, she realized that all the misery, loneliness and self-blame that she thought she had gotten over had all suddenly come back. Vegeta, brash and uncouth as he was, was the one keeping her sadness at bay, in ways he didn’t even seem to realize.

She didn’t know what it was about him, but she wanted to reach out to him, touch the loneliness she can feel in his heart and heal it with her own. She wanted to hold him in her arms and give him the same comfort and reassurance that he had given her when he told her all those weeks ago that her break up was not her fault.

But mostly, she wanted him here, to help her figure out why, why, she felt this way about him now, and just what this feeling was.

She had been in love before, and she knew what love was. But being around Vegeta was something different, and she couldn’t tell if it was just an intense longing or an even stronger emotion that she absolutely wished to not put a name to just yet.

He was confusing her, and she was sure she was confusing him.

But mostly, she was appalled at what she discovered as she picked up the pieces of herself after he ran off right after kissing her.

She knew, that if he had tried to have sex with her then, she would have let him have his way with her.

It made no sense, how she was so, so ready for him now, in a way she had never been ready in a previous relationship that lasted 15 years.

She was terrified, but in her mind, she knew that this awakened need would not go away until she found a way to make him touch her. She knew that her virgin sensibilities had flown out the window the moment he clutched her close to his body, and she knew that, her inexperience notwithstanding, she truly, undeniably, wanted him.

She started walking towards his room, the one he had selected when he first came to earth to live with her and her family. And as she came closer and closer to the door, she also came to the realization that she didn’t really have any plans regarding what to do or what to say to him. All she knew was that she needed to see him.

She stood outside his door, nerves frazzled as she quickly tried to come up with a way to start a conversation, to have an idea even, of what she was actually doing there.

She ran out of time when he suddenly opened the door, looking at her through narrowed eyes, his body language taut and seemingly ready for flight.

And just like that, she knew what she had to do.

8-8-8-8-8

Vegeta stared at Bulma with trepidation, stepping aside to make way for her, in a silent ascent to let her into his sanctuary. She walked in with a tiny smile, letting herself sit at the corner of his bed, gazing at him through her bright blue eyes.

He felt exposed, standing before her in only his wet hair and loose sweatpants, berating himself for feeling exposed when he knew for a fact that she had seen him wearing much less.

The woman was wearing a thin blue sleeping gown, a thin robe covering her further to protect her from the chilly night air. She appeared unsure of herself, looking everywhere but at him. She then seemed to steel herself, and she looked straight at him, finding her words before he could even think of what to say.

“I fixed the gravity chamber,” she began, her smile widening slightly. “I made some adjustments to the control panel, too. I placed a specially crafted fiberglass material over the controls. It is made from a polymer that I derived from the components I used to make your armor, as that seemed to withstand your ki blasts well enough. I’m not sure it can withstand a direct hit from you, but it can easily stand up to stray blasts. I hope it works well enough.”

“Hnn,” he nodded, uneasy at her cheerful tone and news. He was anxiously waiting for her to begin screaming at him, either for kissing her, or for disappearing without a word.

She surprised him, yet again, when her lips curved into a full blown smile, and she whispered conspiratorially, loud enough for him to hear, “Also, I enjoyed that thing we did in my lab, and I really wouldn’t mind if we tried that again.”

His jaw dropped in shock, reminded that he had initially thought her a “vulgar woman”.

“What?”

“Oh come on, Vegeta. You heard me,” she blushed deeply even as she grinned widely. “I liked it. I wish you hadn’t stopped.”

“W-woman, are you insane?” Vegeta raged, but Bulma stayed seated, seemingly nonplused in the face of his ire. “I took advantage of you there. Why aren’t you angry?”

She just smiled at him, and a blush stole across his own cheeks as he snarled, “Stop smiling! Are you messing with me?”

Her smile dimmed slightly into a more placating stretch of her lips, rather than the earlier almost tauntingly wide, full toothed grin.

“Vegeta, I am not kidding. I really did enjoy it. And I want you to continue where you left off.”

He stared at her, dumbfounded, his guilt at what he had done gnawing at him as he bit out, “Woman you are mad. You ask me to continue? Do you know how much farther I would have continued if I hadn’t caught myself?”

Bulma stood then, walking towards him with her eyes locked onto his, hips swaying tantalizingly, reminding him of how those thighs felt as he clutched them against his waist on that day in her lab. Oh, how he remembered, and now his body remembered it as well. He could feel heat rising within his chest, his mind growing fuzzy as he smelled her delicious scent more strongly as she came closer, and closer…

“Yes, I know. And I want you to,” she whispered as she closed the distance between them, and he could hear her heart beating a frantic rhythm against her chest. She was nervous, he could tell, but she was also determined. “You told me not to compromise my mind and my body. I am not compromising it now. I want you, Vegeta. And I think, you really want me, too.”

He almost reared back, but her small hand, pressed softly against his abdomen, almost felt like a balm on his soul and could not move away. “Bulma,” he started, realizing his mistake when her mouth opened for a soft, pleased gasp, obvious delight filling her eyes at the sound of her name on his lips.

“I will not insult your intelligence by lying to you and denying that I do. I would very much like to have you in my bed, woman. But tell me,” he paused, searching her eyes, “You have not allowed any human male to taint you for as long as you have lived. Why would you decide to give in to a being like me?” he asked, desperately needing her to understand that her body, her beautiful, precious body, should not be squandered on a man like him.

He felt unworthy as he thought back to all the atrocities he committed, all the cheap fucks he had indulged in, and as he wallowed in self-disgust, a voice in the back of his head kept asking him why he even cared enough about this human woman’s welfare to attempt to turn her down on such a delectable offer.

She simply smiled beguilingly at him, her hand on his abs moving up to take purchase on his chest, as the dainty fingers of her other limb moved softly across his cheek.

“I don’t know why, my prince,” she all but cooed as her face started moving closer to his own, her lips barely a hair’s breadth away. “All I know is I want this with you, and I don’t care if you never wish to come near me again, but I need you… I need to know what it’s like… I am ready. And I want to do this with you.”

Something about the way she said that she needed him, wanted him, made something snap inside Vegeta, and he growled, wrapping one arm around her waist as his other hand quickly fisted into her thick hair, pulling her impossibly close. His eyes narrowed, his desire manifesting in his gaze.

“I am no good for you woman. But I will fuck you,” he rasped out, a gasp escaping her as he smelled her arousal like a thick perfume, clinging to each particle of air in the room. “And I need you to really feel, Bulma, because it will only be just this once.”

She sighed, sagging against him as her knees buckled, before she responded, “Yes, just this once.”

8-8-8-8-8

Bulma nearly fainted as the full intensity of Vegeta’s masculinity hit her, a seemingly tactile wave of pleasure that reached her even before his lips descended hungrily onto hers. He was so warm, inhumanly so, but in spite of his heat, goosebumps sprang up all over her body as his hands began to roam, his powerful legs quickly backing her up until her knees hit the edge of his bed.

It felt as if he was everywhere at once, his body wrapping her in its force as he hastily pulled her robe off of her so he could touch more of her flesh. Her thin, sleeveless night gown might as well have been gone for all the cloth did to keep her from feeling his hands as they skimmed across her stomach, winding around her back as he kissed her with even more fervor than the last time.

His lips crushed against hers, taking no prisoners as she gasped, and his tongue swept into the recesses of her mouth like he was starved and desperate for her taste. Bulma arched up, pushing her breasts against his hard chest and he growled against her as he pushed down and made them both fall onto his bed.

She could only hold on to his arms as he assaulted her senses, and she felt a peculiar wetness between her legs, something that she had not experienced with Yamcha. She still could not understand why she hadn’t felt this way for a man she had spent so many years with, and yet she felt so much desire for Vegeta, a man whose sanity and capacity to care for her and Earth were probably tenuous at best.

The Saiyan finally abandoned her lips, moving southward, lavishing her neck with wet licks and strong nips that she just knew would leave large bruises on her skin. His hands, previously holding onto her hips and waist, moved upwards, meeting his lips that had begun to taste the skin at the tops of her breasts.

She felt too hot, but she wanted more, and she found herself uselessly pulling at her night dress in an effort to pull it out of the way so she can have Vegeta touch her more. He seemed to understand, and he reared up, grabbing a hold of her dress, before he savagely ripped it apart, exposing her body in a quick second.

He stayed above her, kneeling as he looked down at her body, his eyes feasting on her nakedness. Bulma flushed deeply as he stared hungrily at her, and she almost moved her hands to cover herself, but a low, warning rumble sounded from deep inside Vegeta’s chest and she obediently kept her hands at her sides.

When he leaned back down again, Bulma was surprised when he gave her a gentle, probing kiss instead of the hot, urgent kisses from earlier. She sighed deeply, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders as his hands continued exploring her form, until his questing hands reached down and cupped her right breast.

She gasped into his kiss, her eyes flying open as he began to squeeze her breast. Vegeta broke their liplock, leaving her to pucker her lips in desperation for more. He merely chuckled, before he began to lick and ravish her throat once again, going lower and lower until his sinfully soft lips finally reached her chest and searchingly wrapped around one of her nipples.

She arched her back, pushing her chest closer to Vegeta’s mouth as a sharp cry of pleasure flew from her startled lips. He sucked on her breast, moving to pleasure the other as he had done to its twin.

Bulma was shaking, the pleasure already too much, and he was only at her chest! She curled her fingers into his thick hair, unthinkingly calling out broken fragments of her lover’s name.

Vegeta’s questing hands felt like they were everywhere at once, and she suddenly found that he had already reached down and was caressing the inside of her thighs.

When had she even spread her legs?! When did she lose her underwear?

She was utterly lost in sensation, and she cried out when his large, calloused hand started edging closer to her center. When he finally cupped her there, she swore that she literally saw stars.

He started kissing her lower abdomen, and Bulma’s heart skipped a beat when she realized that he was about to look… down there. She had seen that place, and it was not very pretty. She didn’t know if she wanted to buck him off or egg him on, as every touch he had bestowed her with so far had been delightful, but she was nervous about letting him see her there.

He must have felt her trepidation because he stopped, his dark eyes looking up at her questioningly.

And suddenly, Bulma, strong, outspoken and sometimes vulgar Bulma, felt her tongue turn to cotton as she tried to speak.

“Ve-Ve-Vegeta,” she rasped out, a deep flush covering her face to her upper chest. “Down there, I…”

He simply smirked at her, “Woman, just take it, alright? I told you to just feel,” he said to her, his devastatingly handsome face distracting her just enough that she didn’t realize that his hand had again travelled down to her core, rubbing her nether lips lightly, making her quake with desire.

She watched as he moved down, eyes searching for her center, and she saw a pleased smile stretch his face as he murmured, “I have never seen a human female’s sex organ before. This,” he crooned, inserting one finger inside her, making her gasp, “is most definitely much more attractive than any other that I have seen.”

Bulma couldn’t even summon enough brain power to quip back at him, as his middle finger slowly began to inch deeper and deeper inside her. She let out a keening noise as another pleasurable shudder racked her body, but Vegeta, apparently as merciless in bed as he was on the battlefield, simply smirked lasciviously, and began pumping his finger in and out of her.

“You are soaking, Bulma,” he remarked, at once embarrassing and arousing her further.

She wanted to lurch forward, thrashing around wildly, but one strong arm placed across her stomach stopped her aggressive movements. She could only watch, helpless but frighteningly aroused, as Vegeta continued to fuck her with his finger, and she could feel a strong pressure start to build up from deep inside her gut.

He increased the speed of his pumping finger and suddenly added a second one, and Bulma felt a spasm begin from deep inside her core, washing over her body until she could do nothing but scream, shocked at the feeling rushing through her body as she shook, realizing quickly that the incredible feeling washing over her was an orgasm.

She was still reeling from her release when Vegeta suddenly pulled his fingers out of her body, and just as she thought he was going to give her a chance to catch her breath, he suddenly grasped her hips with two powerful hands, pulled her towards him, and gave her center a long, languid lick.

Bulma screamed in shock, both at the action and at the pleasure he caused her. She called out his name, not really sure why, but he proceeded to ignore her as he dove down and crushed his mouth against her core. She could feel him kissing her, licking her, his tongue entering her there the way he had pillaged her mouth, and Bulma thrashed about, her arms desperately searching for something to hold onto. Her hands found purchase in his spiked hair, and she curled her fingers into the thick strands as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth.

The now familiar pressure started to build in her again, and Bulma cried out, closing her eyes as she tried to fight off the near hysteria she felt as her climax started taking over her body again.

Vegeta licked her again and again, before suddenly giving a sharp nip to the hard nub above her opening, and the pleasure that washed over her then was so intense that the scream she had been about to release got stuck in her throat, leaving Bulma a gasping mess, barely able to breathe.

She had tears standing in her eyes and she couldn’t quite believe that Vegeta, of all people, was this amazingly good in bed.

He started to crawl up her body, and for the first time, Bulma noticed that he was already naked. She had to wonder when he took his pants off, before her eyes traveled down to fully take in the glorious sight of a fully naked Vegeta.

He was, in a word, magnificent.

His body was absolute perfection, well-muscled and without an ounce of extra fat. Each muscle was well defined, covered in delicious caramel skin.

And when she looked down between his powerful thighs, oh! He was as thick, hard and perfect down there as the rest of his body was.

She reached down, wanting to touch him too, as he had given her so much pleasure and she wanted to give some back. She knew how to do this, as she had reluctantly done this for Yamcha before. But Vegeta’s hand on her wrist gave her pause, and she saw his dark eyes narrow at her before he wordlessly pushed her back to lie down onto the bed.

She didn’t resist when he moved to cover her with his body, his powerful hips cradled between her thighs, his erection pressed snug against her lower abdomen. She thought he was about to enter her, but instead, he planted his arms on either side of her, then he hunched down and kissed her soundly once again, his lips even gentler now, and as he coaxed sighs out of her with his lips, she felt him align himself against her entrance and start to push in.

She stiffened, nervous about the intrusion. He looked impossibly big to her, and despite all of her knowledge on human anatomy, she suddenly had the irrational fear that he might not fit.

His right hand started running up and down her left arm in a soothing caress, seemingly trying to wordlessly reassure her that he was going to take care of her. His tender manner in bed, so unlike his usual gruff self, made tears spring to Bulma’s eyes, and she kissed him passionately as she felt him finally enter her.

A short, sharp pain shot through her, and then…

That was it. She wasn’t a virgin anymore.

She found that she had no regrets, and as Vegeta gasped above her, she looked up into his face and was astounded at how beautiful he was right in that moment.

She was having sex with Vegeta. And it was glorious.

She felt as he pulled back slightly, then pushed back in slowly, and she looked into his eyes as he stared into her own, both gauging what the other was feeling. Bulma then smiled and reached up, stroking his cheek tenderly, before she arched up and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

Vegeta took that as his cue, and he started pumping in and out of her body, at first slow and gentle, and gaining speed as they went. She tried to keep up, raising herself to meet his thrusts, and soon, they were writing against each other, mindless in their pleasure.

Soon enough, Bulma was lost again, gasping incoherently as Vegeta took her breath away with each movement, each delicious pull and push into her wanting core. Her hands reached around him to clutch his back, his buttocks, clinging to him desperately as he drove them closer and closer to completion.

Vegeta was groaning now, his eyes closed as he rested his forehead against her own, his hips growing more and more desperate as he too started chasing his own completion.

Right as Bulma felt the climax creeping onto her again, Vegeta opened his eyes, his gaze unwavering, refusing to let her look away as he continued to pleasure her. His hands had started getting restless, and he stroked, caressed, and squeezed each part of her he could reach as his steady rhythm started to falter, as her cries kept growing louder, and both knew that the other was oh, so close.

And suddenly, Bulma’s peak came, crashing over like a tidal wave, and in her moment of ecstasy, she felt Vegeta lose himself within her as well, her name spilling from his lips in a mix of a groan and a sigh, the sound of which, Bulma will remember for the rest of her life.

He collapsed then, half on and half off of her, his breathing hard and labored, and Bulma tangled her hands again into his hair.

She sighed, content, amazed at what sex was like, or at least, at what sex with Vegeta was like.

Tomorrow, her doubts would surface again. She would again analyze and over analyze everything that took place tonight until her head ached, but for tonight…

Tonight, she would rest and be careless. Just this once.

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My first fanfic: A Dark Heart

Chapter 9 : A New Generation

Summary: Bulma visits an old friend...

Bulma knocked at the door of her friend’s little house in Mount Paozu as she held baby Trunks in her arms. While she waited patiently for Chichi, she realized that it had been a long time since she’d last visited, and she felt a tinge of guilt course through her. Apparently, her child seemed to be feeding off her nervousness, since he was wide awake, watching her with curiosity while he played with his mother’s hair.

Suddenly, she heard some steps approaching her and Goku’s wife opened the door.

“Hi, Bulma!” she greeted her.

“Hi!” Bulma replied as she gave Chichi a friendly hug; “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” she continued.

Chichi nodded and she made a welcoming gesture, encouraging the scientist to enter. Bulma gratefully accepted the invitation and she walked through the small living room until she was able to take a seat on the old couch.

“I’ll bring us some tea”, Chichi said politely.

Bulma smiled and she nodded in acceptance. While she waited, she took the time to observe her surroundings. It always surprised her how humbly her friends seemed to live, certainly a big cry from her luxurious and busy life, and she briefly wondered whether Chichi would feel unsatisfied or even bored with the simple life that she was living. Perhaps that might have been the reason why she kept pushing Gohan towards an academic life, in order to rise beyond their current circumstances. Before she knew it, the raven haired woman had come back with a teapot and two cups.

“Boy! Trunks sure has grown since the last time I saw him”, Chichi said, cooing the baby and making him giggle.

Bulma grinned, she took a sip of her hot drink and she felt her smile falter a little as she took in her friend’s appearance. She didn’t look well. She appeared to be tired, and she was actually wearing makeup, no doubt in order to try to conceal the dark circles under her eyes. For an instant, she felt tempted to ask if she was OK, but then she thought that it might be impolite to ask such things, especially considering that the reason was probably the fact that her friend was missing her deceased husband.

“Is he walking already?” Chichi asked.

“Uh? Um… no, not yet. But Trunks has been really active lately, and I think it might happen soon” she replied.

“It will, I’m certain. Saiyan babies develop fast and they become quite independent at an early age… I’m sure Vegeta will want to start training him as soon as he starts to walk”, she continued.

Bulma took another sip of her tea, trying to control her emotions. Obviously, Chichi wasn’t aware of her current situation.

“Well,” she started, “Vegeta did mention that Saiyan babies begin their training as soon as they can walk, some of them even learn how to fly before that, but I don’t think Vegeta’s going to train him anytime soon, anyway”.

“Oh? And why is that? I thought after the Cell Games Vegeta had started to show an interest in his child” Chichi cautiously said, having the feeling that something wrong was going on.

“Um, well, Vegeta… he kind of” she sighed tiredly, “He kind of left about a month and a half ago…”

“What?! Are you serious? Did he tell you when he’ll be coming back?”

Bulma shyly stared at the floor and she shook her head, trying to hold back her tears.

Goku’s wife nodded in understanding and she didn’t ask any more questions. She put her hand on top of her friend’s and she rubbed it in a comforting way.

There was a silence as both women drank their tea, and it hit Bulma that, if someone could understand her current situation, that would be Chichi. After all, they’d both had the misfortune of falling in love with a couple of emotionally stunted alien warriors, and both women surely knew what it felt like being the second most important thing in their men’s lives, fighting being the first one, of course.

As Chichi unsuccessfully stifled a small yawn, Bulma took it as an opportunity to finally try to find some answers about her friend.

“Are you alright, Chichi?” she paused briefly, unsure about whether she should continue or not, but her concern towards the woman made her carry on with her questions.

“I hope you don’t take it the wrong way, but you look tired, are you OK?”

Her best friend’s wife exhaled in frustration and she shook her head. Then, she looked at Bulma with a sad smile on her lips.

“It’s that obvious, uh?”

“What’s obvious?” the blue haired woman replied with curiosity.

“Well… I was actually trying to keep it a secret for as long as I could, since it’s still really early, but…” she sighed again, “I guess you could keep the secret for me, right?”

Bulma felt her concern begin to grow. So there was something wrong going on with Chichi… Her guilt came back with full force, knowing that she shouldn’t have stayed away from the Son family for so long, especially after Goku’s death. Ironically, that was the real reason why Bulma hadn’t visited her friend’s family for so long. The death of her best friend, whom she’d considered a little brother for so many years, had affected her deeply. She still didn’t fully understand the reasons why he’d decided to remain in Other World, and she could only hope that Goku had really known what he was doing when he’d made that decision.

“Bulma,” Chichi whispered, pleadingly holding her friend’s hand, “You have to promise me you won’t tell anyone…”

Bulma squeezed her hand delicately but firmly.

“Of course, Chi, you can tell me anything”, she said softly.

“I’m pregnant”

The scientist remained silent, dumbfounded, and she blinked a few times as she tried to assimilate the news.

“Wow, Chichi!” she finally said, “That’s… great! Congratulations!”

The black haired woman nodded and she smiled, and Bulma’s heart broke a little as she saw her dark eyes fill with unshed tears. Maybe this wasn’t such great news?

“Dende, Chichi…” she whispered, “Are you alright? You aren’t happy about it?”

“Oh, no!” she replied quickly, softly touching her abdomen. “It’s not that, it’s just that…”

Goku.

Of course; ‘How could I be so stupid?’ Bulma thought. What woman would be happy about having her dead husband’s child? It certainly was a less than ideal situation.

“Oh Chichi, I’m so sorry…” she said as she got closer to her friend, sitting next to her and holding her with one arm as she held her boy on the other.

Chichi buried her face in her neck and Bulma felt some moisture on it as Goku’s wife allowed her tears to fall now.

‘Shit!’

Bulma kept soothingly rubbing Chichi’s back, and she remained quiet, letting her friend cry and release her emotions freely. She felt a knot in her stomach and she experienced a brief moment of déjà vu as she recalled the day she’d discovered she was pregnant with Vegeta’s child. Her man had also been far away from home back then, but at least she’d had the certainty that the Prince was eventually going to come back to Earth, if not for her sake, at least for the sake of his promise to take part in the fight against the androids. But now it was different, now her friend knew her husband was never coming back.

Bulma felt her child move and she realized her little boy was trying to hug Chichi as well.

“Aww, baby… Do you want to hug Chi too?” she said lovingly.

Her words made the other woman stare at the child and smile softly.

“May I?” she asked Bulma.

“Of course! Be my guest…” the heiress said as she carefully put Trunks in Chichi’s now opened arms.

Trunks hugged Goku’s wife and he giggled, making both women grin. It was as if he knew what to do to make them feel better.

“Chichi, whatever you need, you just have to ask…”

The black haired woman nodded.

“I know Bulma, and I really appreciate that, but I’m doing OK I think… At least, considering the circumstances… It’s just…” she sighed, “I guess this pregnancy is already feeling a bit rougher than my first. Maybe it’s because Goku isn’t here. I don’t know…”

“Yeah, I know… I’m guessing it’s still early, since you’re not showing.”

“Yes. I’m only about eight weeks pregnant. I visited my doctor last week and he said everything’s fine. I also had to tell Gohan, although he already suspected something was going on because of the morning sickness. It’s been pretty bad…”

Bulma understood what the other woman was talking about really well… Her first three months of pregnancy had been hard on her body, to the point where she spent entire days resting in bed and she even lost some weight due to the fact that she had no appetite and that whatever she ate didn’t last long inside her body anyway… I was only after the first three and a half months that she started to feel well, really well actually, and she felt her desire for food increase.

The door opened all of a sudden and Gohan entered the house, closely followed by Piccolo. The young Saiyan was carrying a huge fish and his sensei held a huge basket filled with what seemed to be some kind of wild berries. By this time both women seemed to be in a better mood, and Bulma noticed that Chichi was trying to put on a brave face for her son’s sake.

“Bulma!” the young boy said happily, “I didn’t know you were here! We went fishing, look!” he said, proudly lifting the large animal with a bright smile that was just like his father’s.

Bulma smiled.

“Wow, Gohan! That is quite a fish! I’m sure your mom is really proud of you!” she said as she ruffled the kid’s hair.

Gohan offered her another brilliant grin and he looked at the baby.

“Hi, Trunks! Wow, you’re so big!” he said clutching the little boy’s hand. The baby giggled and he stretched his arms towards him.

“Can I play with him for a while, mom?” he asked.

Chichi nodded.

“Sure, just make sure you come back in time for lunch”

“Sure, mom!”

Gohan picked up the baby and he went outside, followed once again by Piccolo. But before the green warrior left the house, he gave Bulma a questioning look, almost as if he was wondering about whether she’d already made her decision or not. Bulma looked at him and she nodded, letting him know that she’d talk to him later.

Both women stayed inside the house, talking and sharing their little stories. Bulma noticed that Chichi really seemed to show a lot of interest about what life in the city was like, and she enjoyed the heiress’ juicy tidbits of gossip about some of her parents renowned friends. She figured that the life of the rich and famous looked like a different world to someone like Chichi, and she indulged her with as many tales of the metropolis as she could. Every now and then, she’d look out the window, where she saw Gohan and Piccolo playing with her little boy, well, if you could call making little Trunks chase tiny balls of ki “playing”. The scientist was amazed at how happy and engaged her child looked, and she felt her chest constrict at the possibility of Vegeta not being the one that would eventually train the purple haired boy.

“Dende! It’s so late!” Chichi suddenly said. “I must start making lunch. Would you like to stay, Bulma? I’m sure there’s plenty of food for all of us.”

Bulma shook her head.

“I can’t Chi. I should really get back home. There’s a project I’m working on and I don’t have much time to waste…”

The other woman nodded politely.

“I understand,” she said slowly standing up, “I’ll let you go back to your busy life…”

“Oh, it’s busy alright!” she chuckled. “Anyway, thanks for everything Chichi, I hope I’ll see you again soon…”

“Can you ask Gohan to get inside so that he can wash before lunch, please?”

“Sure thing.” Bulma said, and she reached Goku’s wife for a hug. “Stay strong” she whispered in her ear.

Chichi squeezed her back and nodded.

“You too, Bulma. Don’t lose hope, maybe Vegeta will come back. You never know with those Saiyans…” she smiled sadly.

The two women said their goodbyes and Bulma exited the little house, walking towards Gohan and Piccolo. To her surprise, Trunks had finally stopped chasing the tiny ki ball and he looked unusually sleepy. When the baby saw her, he extended his arms towards her, silently asking to be held again. She indulged him and she brought her baby into her arms as she turned to Gohan.

“Well young man, your mom wants you to wash before you two get to eat that big fish you caught…”

Gohan smiled and assented.

“Are you leaving, Bulma? You’re not staying for lunch?”

“I can’t kiddo. I’ve got a lot of work to do… I’ll be visiting you guys again as soon as I can, alright?” she promised.

The young boy gave her a hug and he waved goodbye before he run into the house. Bulma waited until the door was closed and she turned towards Piccolo, whom had been silently witnessing the conversation, no doubt waiting for Gohan to leave in order to talk to the woman.

“How is he doing, Piccolo?” Bulma said, seemingly deep in thought.

“Gohan?”

“Yeah…”

“He’s doing alright I suppose. Given my little theory about the Saiyan bond, I was actually expecting him to do a lot worse”, the green warrior replied.

Bulma smiled shyly and she looked him in the eye.

“I think it’s because he has you, you know?”

The Namekian raised an eyebrow in question.

“Aww, come on, Piccolo! You must surely know by now that Gohan sees you almost like a second father…” she giggled, amused by the sight of the large man blushing.

Piccolo cleared his throat before he continued.

“Perhaps… Although I believe that the fact that Gohan’s going to be a big brother soon has something to do with his behavior as well. It’s almost as if he has already accepted that he’s the man of the house now”.

Bulma grimaced at those words. In moments like these, she actually felt anger towards Goku and his inability to fully understand the emotional consequences that his actions had on other people. For a man that was so intelligent on the battlefield, he sometimes behaved like a big child.

“Did you already know, Piccolo?”

“About what?” he asked in confusion.

“About the pregnancy. Did you know Chichi was pregnant when we last met on The Lookout?” she asked again.

“No, I didn’t. I suspected that Goku’s woman had some kind of mild human illness at the time. I only started to feel the boy’s ki a few days ago.”

“You already know it’s a boy?!” Bulma asked in surprise.

The warrior nodded.

“Yes. It’s male, and quite powerful already, although not as strong as your son.”

He thoughtfully looked at Trunks once again, who had already fallen asleep in his mother’s arms.

“Trunks is unusually strong Bulma. He can already handle small amounts of ki”.

“Is that what you guys were doing with him while I was inside the house with Chichi? I thought you were playing some kind of game with him…” she said as she affectionately caressed her child’s soft hair.

“I suppose to your child it might seem like a game, but it could be a pretty effective way to teach him how to handle ki and to help him release his pent up energy. Haven’t you noticed how calm he looks now?”

She nodded and she sighed sadly.

“So you were right. He needs his father to help him learn how to control his energy…”

“That would be the ideal scenario, Bulma.”

The heiress exhaled in frustration and she picked up the capsule she kept in her pocket. She opened it and she released it at a safe distance, revealing her air vehicle.

“My ship will be ready in about a week”

The green man smirked.

“So, you’ve finally made your decision.”

“Yeah… I had a conversation with my father and we discussed the things we all talked about in The Lookout. Don’t worry, he’s trustworthy, whatever he knows stays in the family…”

“I understand Bulma, it’s quite alright.”

“I told him about your Saiyan bond theory and I’ve already warned him about how difficult things could be for Trunks when I leave the planet. I also told him about your offer to try to help my baby while I’m gone, so feel free to come by whenever you want. You’ll always be welcome at our home.”

The warrior silently nodded in agreement.

“Piccolo”, she whispered, “If… if anything happened to me…”

“Nothing’s going to happen, Bulma. Have faith.” He said firmly.

“I know but… It’s just… If anything happened to me, I want you to promise me that you and Gohan will teach my child everything he needs to know in order to be a strong warrior and to be able to use his full potential…”

“You have my promise, Bulma”, he declared solemnly, “but again, you have nothing to worry about. Goku used to talk about you from time to time, and if the stories he shared with me are true, I’m sure you’ll be just fine.”

Bulma chuckled melancholically.

“Well, someone has to bring that Saiyan back home. I figured I’d at least give it a try… Right?”

She proceeded to walk towards the plane but she suddenly stopped as she recalled something.

“By the way”, she turned again towards the Namekian, “he gave me this,” she said clutching the blue pendant than hung from her pale neck.

Piccolo’s eyes widened in curiosity and he slowly approached the woman.

“May I?” he asked, looking at the jewel.

She nodded, and soon the warrior was softly holding the pendant, examining the stone with curious eyes. Finally, he released it and he looked into the woman’s eyes.

“Does it have some kind of special meaning to you?”

“Not really. My dad and I run some tests in the lab and we found out that the materials are not from Earth. It also appears to be quite ancient, possibly more than three hundred years old”.

‘Well, well’ he thought with a smirk, ‘Who would have thought the Prince of All Saiyans was that sentimental…’

As if reading his thoughts Bulma said, “Please, don’t tell anyone about it. If it’s something that has some kind of emotional value I doubt Vegeta would be happy about people finding out…”

“Don’t worry, Bulma. Your little secret is safe with me”. And if she didn’t know who she was talking to, she’d swear there was a glint of amusement in his eyes.

“Alright then, I gotta go, I have much work to do if I want to leave as soon as possible.” She paused, as if she was forgetting something. “Um, by the way, it’s better if you don’t tell Chichi about my trip, she doesn’t need the stress in her condition. Also, if anything happened to her, feel free to let my parents know and they’ll be able to help her. I know she’s a proud woman…”

“Do not concern yourself with such matters Bulma. Bringing Vegeta back should be our first priority right now,” he said with conviction.

“Alright then. Take care Piccolo…” Bulma said as she entered her vehicle. Before the door closed she quickly asked, “Will you come to see me before I leave?”

He nodded.

“I’ll be there”.

The scientist smiled and she waved goodbye. Holding her child in her arms, she set the autopilot, she closed her eyes and she tried to relax for the first time today. She could have tried to put Trunks in his little chair, but she kind of wanted to hold him as much as she could right now. After all, who knew for how long she’d be gone and how successful her trip would really be.

As she flew back home, she couldn’t help the slight feeling of guilt she had in her gut. Yes, she should actually be pissed that her plan hadn’t worked out. After all, that was the main reason why she had decided to finally visit the Son family, in order to convince Chichi to allow Gohan to join her in her new adventure. But as soon as she looked at the poor woman, she hadn’t had the heart to ask such a thing, and she hadn’t even told her about her future trip into space.

She felt like an idiot. No, she felt like a selfish idiot. Now, holding her baby, she realized that she didn’t have the right to ask a mother to give up her son just so he could help fight someone else’s battles. It was hard enough that Gohan now seemed to have the responsibility of protecting the Earth, especially considering the fact that Goku’s son had never really seemed to have the heart of a warrior, and he only fought whenever he felt that he had no other choice.

So it seemed it would be just her and Krillin. She knew her old friend wasn’t as powerful as a Saiyan, but he certainly was one of the strongest humans she knew, and his presence next to her would make her feel a bit more secure. She was surprised that it hadn’t taken her too long to convince the man to join her in her trip; to be honest a part of her had actually thought that he’d try to convince her to give up on the idea. She hadn’t given him all the details about Vegeta’s current circumstances, only that Dende had told her that it would be a good idea to bring the warrior back to Earth and that she also wanted him back, especially for Trunks’ sake and because she still believed that the warrior could officially become one of the good guys and act as one of the protectors of their planet. Her friend had agreed with her and he hadn’t asked too many questions, and Bulma had the feeling that deep down he’d known that one of the main reasons for this mission was that she loved Vegeta and she missed him too, but that she was probably too proud and stubborn to discuss her feelings in public. She’d always been like Vegeta in that way.

As Bulma’s plane was getting closer to Capsule Corp., her phone rang. It was her father.

“Bulma?”

“Yes dad, what’s the matter?” she asked worriedly. Her father very rarely called her unless something was going on.

“Um, well, I was wondering… Uh, when will you be home?”

“I’m on my way dad. I can already see our house. Why? What’s going on?”

“Uh, we have a visitor…” the old man said uncomfortably, and then he whispered, “he’s one of your friends and he’s not happy…”

Well, well... We've found out that a new Saiyan will be born and now we also know that Krillin will join Bulma in her adventure.

In the next chapter, Bulma will have a very heated conversation with that angry friend that just visited her and she'll finally begin her space journey...

You can also find it at Archive of Our Own:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9066958/chapters/21008846

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