#raditz is dead inside

[astral-mariner]

Exclusive preview chapter of my pre-DBZ Saiyans under Freeza fic, Homeworld Lost (read parts 1 & 2 already posted here) below the cut. Content warning for graphic violence and many disturbing themes.

This chapter is the third chapter of Part 9: Between the Stars. A little context: Vegeta, Raditz, and Nappa are en route to their third and final scheduled purge planet after taking a long time to recover from some serious injuries they endured while on their previous mission. It was traumatic for everyone, to say the least, and each character has tried to cope with the various events in his own way. Vegeta is on edge for a very specific reason, but Raditz either doesn't speculate or is intentionally obfuscating this reason. Vegeta is in his early 20s here, Raditz in his late 20s.

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Part 9: Between the Stars Chapter 3: Cui's Assignment

I turned the knife over in my hands. Squeezed it. Channeled my energy through my fingers till it passed through the prism. The blade appeared. I often wondered if Shardonne had ever learned to control what little power she had or if she instead harvested souls like [SPOILER]. Either way, fidgeting like this alone in my pod, I’d discovered that I could sate the knife’s hunger for life energy.

Not that I would know how to use it beyond this or perform any kind of spiritual surgery. I had, like the coward I was, left [Freeza's healer's] secrets to languish with him in his laboratory. Perhaps Arugala’s mother, my patroness, had taught me the anatomy of our chakras as she had her own children, but I wouldn’t know how to mend a soul any better than I would how to repair a body that I’d dispatched. However expertly I’d done it.

Yet when I awoke in a tank at a nearby station, Zarbon had left the knife tucked into my breastplate where he’d certainly found it. As if he expected me to learn how to use it. I’d figured out how to use and corrupt other devices supposedly beyond saiyan comprehension. So for all his talk of ensuring Vegeta’s death once he'd fulfilled his purpose, he’d nevertheless given me a chance to heal him. Equally possible that he was mocking me. Ultimately, he knew what Freeza and [his healer] meant to do to Vegeta where I didn’t, and he would manipulate all of us to secure his desired outcome.

Fidgeting. The blade flickered dangerously above my wrist. I didn’t want to step out of my pod. We didn’t belong here.

Vegeta’s grim shadow fell across the pod’s red window. Hurrying, I extinguished the blade and shoved it back inside my breastplate. He wouldn’t tolerate any delays, and only gods knew how he might punish me if he caught me with the knife. He’d come close several times. Always watching my whereabouts during our breaks from stasis.

He opened the hatch for me. “Sleep when you’re dead, third-class,” he spat.

I got up. Fit my scouter over my eye.

“Where the fuck is he?”

Nappa.

“I’m sure he’s almost here,” I reassured the prince.

“Gods, almost as useless as you.” He paced restlessly. Back and forth, boots grinding the dust beneath his feet. His fingers tapped and twitched where they gripped his bicep.

“We don’t have to do this, you know.”

He stopped. His back turned to me, I saw only the subtle bristle of his tightly-wound tail. “Cui”—a deep breath—“has humiliated me for the last time. Let him come to this planet and face me if he dares. After I am through cleansing this planet for him, taking half the time, I’ll throw his dust into the wind.”

“But, this planet…without clearance. Freeza might—”

“Freeza will punish Cui.”

“I don’t think Freeza cares what Cui does.”

Abruptly, Vegeta spun to face me. A flash of violet before I could react. The shot flew over my shoulder to strike a ruin stretched across the horizon. It crumbled to the earth with the roar of falling stone and the scream of metal bending, kicking up clouds of dirt and ashes.

Vegeta continued as if nothing had happened. “Took the Ginyus to subdue this planet.” Pacing again. “Freeza gives us such strange assignments. So very strange… Never was about what the Planet Trade needs a saiyan to fight. When was the last time we fought with honor?”

Fuenghi was a great power, having brought us all to the brink of death, but the prince’s question was rhetorical. I’d learned not to speak out of turn.

He stopped and tapped his scouter. Still searching for Nappa’s signal. “There are always survivors of these purges…” Pulling at his gloves now, adjusting them, wringing his hands together.

If it took the Ginyu Force, we could be in for more than a fight, my mind answered him, presuming he wouldn’t hear. He would not be questioned. Ever since recovering Nappa from the pleasure station, he tolerated so much less.

Everywhere we went, rooms fell silent until our sharp hearing picked up the inevitable mutterings about the massacre. Already Freeza’s scourge, now the prince was the murderer of depraved murderers, more merciless and cruel than any who favored their lawless gathering place. He might’ve worn the titles with pride if not for the disgraceful rumors that came with them.

“Nothing to say, third-class?”

“Yes, it’ll be good to have a real fight,” I agreed despite not having listened. “You don’t need to justify it to me.”

“As if I owe you an explanation.”

“You don’t.” And I didn’t need one. A worthy opponent to test his strength, putting Cui in his place—rationalizations for himself more than anyone else. He certainly wasn’t the first of his name to confuse our thirst for battle for a lust for blood.

He blasted at the ground a tail’s length off from where I stood. “You watched him get in his pod, didn’t you? You set up the coordinates yourself.”

“I did. You saw him—he was in his right mind before I initiated any stasis protocols.”

“You sent him somewhere, didn’t you? So you could say I forced you to come. That you weren’t responsible. That I was the one to go off course and defy orders.” He scoffed. “Try one of your lies with Freeza and see where it gets you.”

Nonsensical accusations, but I wouldn’t criticize him. “I swear I didn’t,” I said.

“Pray that he arrives soon, then.”

Even if Vegeta had come alone, consequences would fall on all of us. Our disobedience wouldn’t go unnoticed; taking on Cui’s assignment was meant to draw attention. No matter what Vegeta might’ve done to me, I would’ve refused to reprogram our route under any other circumstance. However, this planet must harbor some secret if Freeza had commanded the Ginyus specifically to purge it. More than mere strength, the assignment had required precision and, above all, trust. So I’d gathered from Cui last we met.

I let out a sigh once my scouter finally alerted me to Nappa’s arrival. He landed not far off, and I hurried to his pod. Better that he faced me first with the prince poised on the edge of wrath.

I opened the hatch for him once assured his vitals were stable. He was still groggy, but he recognized me. “I’m glad you’re all right.” Offered him my hand to help him stand. “Just…do as he says. Vegeta is in rare form.”

He nodded, but his knotted brow betrayed his confusion.

“We’re cleansing the planet,” I explained. “Leveling what’s left of the population centers, tracking down survivors. It wasn’t on our itinerary, so don’t blame yourself for not knowing.”

“Did you… Is this the first time you’ve told me this?”

I shook my head as I found his scouter for him, took his hand, and folded it over the device. I had, in fact, told him repeatedly. “You just woke up. It’s been a while.”

His scouter locked onto Vegeta stalking toward us, and he tensed.

“Are either of you done wasting my time?”

I positioned myself between him and Nappa. “I just sent you the updated maps. Got a hold of them right before we left.”

He narrowed his eyes, but scrolling over the data distracted him sufficiently. “If either of you fall behind,” he said once he’d finished his review, “I will leave you to rot on this godsforsaken rock.”

“You mean for us to stick together?” Nappa asked.

The prince laughed coldly. “If I could trust either of you, I might assign each of you different continents in the interest of time. But the fact of the matter is that I cannot.”

He took off without warning. Nappa and I scrambled after him, relying on our scouters when we couldn’t match his speed. His flight cut an angry gash through the red smog. Distant, rapid blasts thundered across the sky in brilliant flashes on either side of the wound. Tracing his path with the scouter’s map, he left absolutely nothing in his wake for us to destroy. He would do the work of an entire crew in a matter of hours if exhaustion couldn’t prevent him.

The prince thus occupied, I could easily slip away. And Nappa might not even realize I’d left with how he’d been. Compunction’s familiar ache churned beneath my ribs as I imagined him stranded and lost above the wastes. A relief, then, that I hardly knew what to look for. What it would be worth sneaking away to find. If Vegeta left anything behind for the finding.

He fired and fired and fired until he couldn’t keep apace with the planet’s rotation, and night caught up with him. And then even the dazzling crashes of energy grew fewer and farther between. Darkness at last came to rest over the devastation, and my scouter indicated that Vegeta had descended to the surface. The map outlined what remained of a settlement through the obfuscation of smoke.

Once I landed, letting the prince have his distance, an energy scan discovered no survivors. Just a few minuscule power levels likely belonging to animals. Smaller buildings clustered together on the outskirts of an industrial compound. The Ginyus had taken care to destroy the machines, hangars, towers, and ships, but had left the rest well enough intact.

On an instinct, I made way for the rubble. Nappa followed me without comment. Vegeta, meanwhile, continued to stalk along the perimeter of the settlement, moving with silent intent. Masking, perhaps, a need for rest. Whatever he pursued, I couldn’t stop him, and it made no difference to me so long as he gave me enough time to pick through the debris before disintegrating it.

Glints of green from my scouter’s glow reflected across generators, glass amalgam, new scouter chips, command boxes, adapted prisms—all recognizable, but each with features slightly different from those laid out in the plans Freeza had gifted me those two moons ago. These were more advanced. Only at the Imperial Academy itself had I come across such technology. And this was at some remote factory—hardly what the planet’s occupants must’ve kept for their ports and capitals.

They would’ve traveled far and known much. Too much. I reached down and sifted through the scouter chips until I’d isolated a few that heat and dirt hadn’t rendered useless. These I slipped inside my breastplate near the stolen knife. In all likelihood, the chips didn’t store any sensitive information, but I couldn’t leave them and wonder.

I looked over my shoulder. Nappa had wandered off. I spun, then tapped my scouter when I couldn’t see him anywhere.

A sigh of relief when the scouter highlighted his silhouette behind a shipwreck. Or not quite a shipwreck, but rather the spilled guts of a newly constructed Planet Trade flagship. One of its landing claws held him sitting upright. He looked up from his hands when I approached him.

“Here, you’ll need this,” I said, retrieving his discarded scouter for him.

He took it, fit it, and squinted at the display. “What time is it?”

“Hard to say, but it’s been hours. I’m tired too.”

He picked himself up, refusing all help, and scanned the terrain of the settlement. “I don’t remember this planet from the briefings.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “We took Cui’s cleansing assignment. A detour so we could get here before his crew did. The prince’s idea.”

“He’s out that way.” He took a step in the same direction.

I gripped his arm before he could take off. “Nappa, we just need to get through this without fucking anything up. He put both of us in tanks last time, and he was already furious with you for being late.”

He hung his head. “It’s because of—”

“It’s because of the drug. I know you took some of it with you. And you won’t get better unless you stop taking it.” The last statement I wasn’t so sure of, but I needed to sound sure in case it were true.

“You took it too.”

“I—” I had no excuse for him, and he would know if I lied. He’d seen into my mind just as I’d seen into his all that time ago. “Once,” I said finally. “And you must’ve seen what’s happened with Vegeta too. So you know—maybe better than anyone—that he needs us to stay—”

An explosion cut off the rest. My arm whipped to shield my eyes as heat and hurled scrap crashed towards us.

A few scrapes here and there, but Nappa and I sustained no real damage. The scouter detected no power levels of any significance aside our own. I had to assume that Vegeta had grown weary of this place and would annihilate us with it if we lingered. No more blasts followed, however, and the ruins fell again into the obscurity of night.

The prince remained where he was, and we followed his energy. We heard him before we spotted the sparks blazing around his fists. Shouting.

“Freeza sent his special forces to destroy the likes of you? If you have any honor left, show me your real power.”

I directed Nappa to land at a cautious distance. Vegeta’s energy lit a gleam of terror across the furred creature’s face.

“If—if you have a ship, we’ll go. Take whatever you want!” it stammered. “W-we gave your people the maps already!”

Vegeta laughed. “I don’t give a damn about any of your maps. Either die a warrior’s death, or meet an end worse than hers.” He channeled more energy into his right hand and pointed it to illuminate a spot some tail lengths off.

There lay the mangled body of another creature. Several of six limbs twisted and broken. One snapped above the elbow, only soft flesh keeping the rest of the arm attached. A black, bloody mess of organs tangled beneath the ribs. Agony still contorted the face.

A shriek.

“What, never seen a battlefield before?” He blasted next to the creature and cackled as it dove into the dirt to dodge it. “Guess not. Hid from the purge too like the cowardly scum you are.”

The prince circled round to his victim’s side. The creature trembled too much to stand and couldn’t answer him apart from whimpers and sobs.

“Pathetic.” He shoved his boot into the creature’s spine. “Last chance to fight back. Show your strength.”

Turning away, I glanced toward Nappa. “I don’t think Freeza sent the Ginyu Force because these people were strong,” I said.

He stared blankly into the sky, smoke blotting out the stars. He was always worse when Vegeta lashed out. There was nothing to be done.

“Don’t think you’re going to fight,” the prince scorned. “Pissed yourself instead—I can smell it on you.”

A hoarse scream followed the deep crack of a limb wrenched from its socket. Pain’s memory echoed through my shoulders, numbness through my fingers. Vegeta had done the same to me when his blows left me shivering and useless. Warm-blooded, the creature must suffer similarly, and though we couldn’t let it live for Freeza to find, its misery served no purpose.

I braced myself before facing Vegeta once more. Before bearing witness to the torture he could easily turn on me if anger mastered him. “They’re just weaklings,” I shouted. “A waste of your time. Let’s get this over with and get off this planet.”

He dropped the creature with a snarl. “I don’t take orders from you, third-cl—”

A bolt of red struck his armor in between his shoulder blades. From a blaster deadly enough to pierce Planet Trade gear, yet ineffective in harming someone of the prince’s power level. He whipped around where he stood in search of the sniper, hands ready with charges.

A pair of smaller beings lingered a second too long before disappearing around a wall’s corner.

Vegeta kicked the creature at his feet. “Are those…your children?”

“No!” A plea rather than a denial.

“They—aha—are going to watch you die.” He tapped his scouter, isolating the trace power levels instantly. He vanished, my eyes hardly able to track him, and the two children had no hope of escape.

“Nn…” The presumed father squirmed towards me. Supplicant, he stretched one trembling hand out to me.

I took aim for his head.

“Aren’t you going to save him?”

Fired.

I didn’t process what Vegeta had said or why until it was too late. My shot had stricken the child who’d dove to protect his father from me. Now he wept over the little body.

I gathered energy into my hand. “These people are a waste. Just kill them.”

Vegeta answered my charge with one of his own. The child he held by the neck didn’t understand that he meant it for me and squirmed as far away as it could. “Defying me, third-class? How sorry you must be that Freeza won’t let me grant your deathwish. Always tempting me… I can control myself, unlike you.” His grip on the child’s throat stifled a scream.

I stood my ground. “Tell yourself whatever you want. But you won’t humiliate Cui by taking twice as long on his assignment.”

He fixed his sharp eyes on mine, sneering, as he leaned more of his weight and strength into his heel until his boot crushed spine and ribs with an unmistakable, wet crunch. “Worthless,” he snarled over the creature’s gargling.

A quick death, at least, if not an easy one. Consequences damned, I vowed that the child would receive an end just as swift even if I had to intervene. All four eyes tightly shut, tears streamed into the dark fur lining its face. Its lips quivered over clenched teeth, and trilled whimpers escaped through them as Vegeta released its throat to embrace the child from behind. Almost as tall as he was, the prince’s mouth was level with its ear.

“Does it make you strong, watching them die?” he said.

I’d heard those words before, and my steps faltered.

“It’s been so long since I’ve fought someone worthy… So long, lying awake, restless…” Abruptly, he let go of the child. “Show me you aren’t as useless as the rest.”

Its limbs buckled instantly, and it tumbled forward into the remains of its father and sibling. Away from Vegeta, I had a clear shot. I awaited only a slip of the prince’s attention. His speed would thwart me otherwise, and he’d deflect the blast.

The child, however, did not merely lie shocked and defeated. Somehow, even with a mouth full of its father’s blood, it summoned the will to rise up from the ground. I knew very little about the child’s race, but the look it turned on Vegeta was one of pure hatred. “Why?” it spat at him.

The prince answered with a crooked grin. “As if I could tell you why the gods have forsaken you.”

“Gods have nothing to do with it.” The child managed to stand. A rise in power level did not accompany it. “You did this.”

“Who are the gods but whoever is strongest?” Again, he seized the child by the neck. “And I am stronger than you. I’m stronger—haha—a Super Saiyan, the strongest in the universe!”

The [SPOILER] I’d seen had been no more than a dream. I was sure of it now. Many times had Vegeta lied, hidden, said one thing and done another, and exhibited more arrogance than his actual strength warranted. After all that’d happened, I understood why. My heart ached for him still. But as much as I’d denied it ever since he’d turned on me on that empty planet, I was beginning to recognize his madness for what it was. And because his sanity was slipping, I knew his defenses would slip too when I finally aimed and took my shot.

Blasted cleanly through its skull, the child died immediately. The body convulsed for a few seconds before going limp. Still gripping the neck while he raved, Vegeta seemed not to realize what’d happened.

“There is nothing but your own strength. The gods gave you a mother and father just to wound you when they were taken away. Better now that they’re gone, and you see the truth. I’ve set you free. Does it make you strong?”

He shook the body, rattled it. He’d come to assume soon enough that he’d spoiled his torture too soon. The corpse could fascinate him only so long. I left him with it to see where Nappa had gone.

He’d found the children’s hiding place behind the crumbled wall. He sat, rocking back and forth, muttering to himself. Something about Savoy. I couldn’t stand to listen. I leaned down and struck him hard across the face.

“We have to get out of here. You’ve got to snap out of it.”

He shook his head, massaged his cheek, and seemed to recognize me when our eyes met.

“Vegeta just needed a moment to rest, but he’ll be ready to set out again soon. He’ll put us in tanks again if we fall behind.”

“Raditz…where are we?”

I took a deep breath and turned my back to him before I could curse in his face. “Fucking gods damn it all,” I ground out. “Shit. Fuck. Can’t fucking take this anymore. Can’t fucking do it.” All of us were mad in our own way, and our next assignment would end in disaster. And all I had was I knife I couldn’t use, empty scouter chips, and connections who meant me more harm than anything else. Vegeta had been right about one thing—the gods wouldn’t help us either. They never had.

“Nappa,” I said, facing him again, “once we leave, we’re going to go through your things and get rid of whatever is left of that drug. Let me do it, or Vegeta will.”

He frowned. Perhaps he hadn’t even understood. Better, then, if he was too far gone to interfere.

“Just follow me, all right?” I took him by the arm. “It’s just a cleansing assignment we took from Cui. There’s not much left. We just have to finish up and leave.”

“Where’s Vegeta?”

“Down that way. Found some survivors and took care of them.”

His brow knotted after he tapped his scouter. Another tap. “He’s gone.”

Fucking gods, I refused to utter aloud. “Of course he is.” I locked onto his energy before he could fly too far ahead. “We’ve got to go.”

[darefright]

First DBZ Fanfic

Under the cut. WARNING: it is very adult!

Bulma was always mildly amused when her childhood friend got a little too close to her ever irritable husband. “Can you back up Kakarot?! You are on top of me all the time, you giant puppy!”, she heard him snap. Vegeta’s arm went out with a force that would have sent a human flying, but only pushed Goku away a few inches. 

“Aw Vegeta, don’t be like that. I just like bein’ close to ya.”, Goku said in a pleading tone he exclusively saved for the other Saiyan. Vegeta growled and pushed him away farther. “That, I don’t understand. And your brats are the same! Tell me why do I not only have to suffer my own cub being up my shit, but yours as well?!”, he barked. Goku laughed at that and leaned his head against Vegeta’s shoulder. Vegeta bristled but made no movement to push him away again. 

Although Goku was much larger physically and arguably stronger, he almost always deferred to the smaller Saiyan on most things. Bulma knew that Vegeta was a naturally commanding presence but she never realized until recently how comforting his quiet strength was for her. She wondered if it was the same for Goku and their respective children. Vegeta had told her one night as they lay together shortly after Goku’s second death that Saiyans paired up when they were young to fight together for life as battlemates (after much struggle to translate the term from Saiyago) , helping to raise each other’s cubs when needed, taking care of the others’ mate should they meet a premature end. He told her that Raditz had been chosen for Vegeta by his own father, the king, and after the fall of Vegeta-sei, they only had each other, plus an aging, war torn Nappa who tried to raise them the best way he knew how. 

“After Raditz’ death, I was obsessed with the idea of vengeance. Raditz was many things to me.” Vegeta said slowly, pausing to look at Bulma. “It's okay,” she said, placing a cool hand on his arm, “tell me.” 

“At first he was playmate, then brother and comrade. And then eventually, he was my lover.” Vegeta choked out, a single tear falling down the side of his face onto the sheets. “No not lover, he was my lifemate, like you, Bulma.” This didn’t shock Bulma, who else would the proud Saiyan prince have turned to in the loneliness of the night? Who else could know him from the inside out? “I couldn’t let my grief be seen, how could I, the prince of all Saiyans, have been so entangled with some third class. How could I show a moment of weakness in front of the likes of Zarbon or Dodoria? Or Frieza himself?”

Vegeta trembled and began to sob. Bulma pulled him to her and held him, her own eyes filling with tears. He had carried this for years, never letting anyone know the depth of his motivations or pain. “And to see Kakarot, and to fight him, something broke in me. He had taken everything away from me. And he did it all while judging me with my lifemate’s eyes. Grinning with his smile. I wanted to rip him apart. And now he’s dead and somehow I’ve lost Raditz twice over.” Bulma pulled him closer and let him cry until he finally relaxed in her arms. “I have to do right by his woman and cubs.” he said simply, “they are all I have left of either of them.”

Bulma was brought back to the present by the feel of Goku’s hand on her shoulder. She had been staring out the window for quite some time, during which Vegeta had gone outside and was laying in the grass while Goten and Trunks sparred near him.

“Bulma, what’s up? You okay?”, he asked softly. She turned around and nodded, taking Goku’s giant hand and holding in both of hers. “I’m glad Vegeta has you, really. People think the worst of him, and I understand who he used to be. Of all people, I get it. But you are the one that told me he never had the chance to be anything else. When we gave him the room to grow, he did. And I think he loves deeper and harder than any of us.”

Goku dropped his gaze to his feet. “I think people don’t get him. He can be a jerk, but they judge him like a human. When I’m with him, I feel…complete. Saiyan. I feel like he can fix anything. He makes me feel like I can do anything. And I think the kids feel the same. That’s why they turned to him, when I was dead. I mean, ‘Geta basically raised Goten. Probably why he’s such a little punk.”, he said, chuckling. Bulma hugged him, her tears staining his gi. 

“I know how he acted during the tournament was…for lack of a better word, insane. I think he missed you so much, and he was feeling all these emotions and he just lost it. He went back to being bad because he didn’t feel anything when he was like that. You know Vegeta. He can be sensitive.” she murmured into his shoulder. “Is that what you call it?” he laughed.

Out in the yard, Vegeta watched the clouds lazily move through the sky, listening to the quiet sounds of his wife and Kakarot talking. Even with his spectacular hearing, he couldn’t make out what they were saying. He closed his eyes and napped, not surprised when he woke up and found Trunks and Goten nestled up to him, like kittens seeking the closest source of warmth. “Like Saiyan cubs.”, he thought, thinking of his own hazy memories of cuddling up with his parents and his newborn brother. An image of a screaming child flashed through his mind, no doubt one of the many victims of the purges he led. Blood coated her skin and her eye hung out of its socket, weeping a sickly smelling liquid. Vegeta remembered her, because he had bashed her skull in to shut her up.  He sucked in air and tightly squeezed his eyes shut. Vegeta’s heart began to pound and he quickly but as gently as he could muster pushed the two boys off of him, before crawling away dry-heaving. Hi ki spiked and dropped wildly, again and again. He heard Trunks’ and Goten’s cries for help as if he were underwater, and started shaking uncontrollably. Tears streamed down his face. 

Goku got to him first, dropping to his knees next to Vegeta, who sat staring unseeing past him. “Vegeta, buddy, what’s goin’ on? Come on, talk to me.”, he said, placing a hand on his shoulder, and then his face when there was no response. “‘Geta, come on. Please. Bulma’s here. Can you let her wipe your face, buddy? You got puke on you.” 

Bulma gently wiped his face with a cold cloth, hoping to draw him out of whatever hell he was currently in. She was the only one that had seen these attacks before, and knew Vegeta would be incredibly embarrassed and angry when he pulled out of it. She glanced over at Trunks, who was crying but trying to be brave, wiping his face again and again. Goten had his arm around Trunks’ shoulder, his lip trembling with the effort of not crying himself.

Vegeta still was unresponsive, and Goku pulled him close, holding him against his chest, gently rocking from side to side, like when Gohan was small. He gave a panicked look to Bulma before saying, “Bulma, what is this? What's wrong with him?” She ran a hand through her hair. “Sometimes he gets these…attacks. The closest thing I could call it would be PTSD, but he’s not human so I don’t know if that even applies. He’s gonna come out of it, we just have to wait.” she said, glancing again at the kids. “This is the first time those two have seen one. Well, that they’ll remember. And now you. He’s gonna be so pissed.”

“Vegeta gets pissed if a gnat farts! How long has he been having these? Are they usually like this?” Goku said, looking down at Vegeta and rubbing his cheek with his thumb. “Since you died. And no, usually he comes out of it by now. He’s only had a couple that were this bad. The first one, he fell out of the sky and went through the roof of the kitchen, which he then proceeded to destroy in a fury before collapsing into tears. Mom was actually pretty cool about it, since she wanted to remodel the kitchen anyway,” Bulma giggled uncomfortably, “The second one, he was giving Trunks and Goten a bath, and just kind of…busted into tears and slumped to the floor. I walked in and Trunks had crawled out of the tub and was shaking his shoulder, just crying and saying “Dada hurt!” over and over.”

Goku frowned and looked over his shoulder at the boys, “Goten, take Trunks back to the house, he’s gonna stay with us tonight.” Goten nodded and grabbed Trunks hand to fly off, but Trunks pulled out of his grasp and said, “Mom, is Daddy gonna be okay?” Bulma’s composure faltered for a moment. Trunks only called Vegeta daddy when he was scared. She tried her best to put on a confident smile and said,“Of course, baby. Daddy just isn’t feeling good right now. He just needs to rest.” Trunks sniffed and nodded. Bulma watched as he and Goten took off into the evening sky, their energy trails visible even to her. 

“Help me bring him inside, Goku, we need to get him into bed if he’s taking this long to come out of this.” she said, standing up and brushing the grass off her knees. Goku stood up, holding Vegeta in his arms. “He looks so small, so hurt”, Bulma thought, turning to go inside before Goku could see her tears fall. He followed and within a few minutes of walking through the Capsule Corporation’s winding residential hallways, they made it to the couple’s bedroom. Goku laid Vegeta gently onto the bed, while Bulma went into the bathroom to wet a new towel for his head. He had never been in their bedroom and took the opportunity to look around.

A few pictures hung on the wall over the bed, only two including Vegeta. One was a family photo where it looked like Vegeta had been roughly pulled into the photo at the last minute. His scowl was dangerous. The other was a candid photo of Vegeta holding Trunks, kissing the infant’s pudgy little hand and smiling the most breathtaking smile Goku had ever seen. On Bulma’s nightstand were various pieces of scrap and God knows what else, most likely just another project of hers. The Dragon Radar stood proudly on its stand amid the mess. On Vegeta’s were a stack of non-fiction books with a notepad next to it. He picked up the notebook and opened it, raising his eyebrows with surprise at the detailed notes on various different subjects, with wry comments and rather cute doodles written in the margins. Biology, anatomy, fauna and flora. Goku had always known Vegeta was smart, but for some reason he never thought about him having any interests outside of fighting. He flipped the pages till he was close to the back and saw a small unflattering drawing of what could only be himself. The word “dumbass” was written under it with a strike- out through it and under that “Kakarot”.

“I asked if he could draw you from memory a few years after you died, and that's the best he could do.”, Bulma said, a small laugh escaping her. “He missed you, and so did I.”, she added, placing the towel on Vegeta’s forehead. Goku closed the notebook and set it back down onto the nightstand. Bulma kicked off her shoes and laid down next to Vegeta, stroking his face. “He’s so cold for some reason. That’s odd, you Saiyans run so hot.”

Goku chewed his lip, debating on whether he should go or stay. “Bulma, would it be weird if I laid down too? I can heat him up better.” She looked at him, thinking what Chi-Chi would say if she knew. If she would survive an encounter with Chi-Chi. “Well its not like we’re fucking, he’s literally just laying down!”. As if reading her mind, Goku rubbed his neck and said, “Um, oh this is awkward. Okay, you don’t have to worry about Chi-Chi. For one, she would understand. For two, we kind of have an agreement.” Bulma raised her eyebrows quizzically at that but motioned for him to lay down.

Goku pulled off his shirt, leaving him bare chested, and sat down on the bed to untie his shoes. As he did so he said, “I was gone for seven years. Chi-Chi was lonely and I couldn’t blame her for that. When I came back she had been seeing a nice guy who came to tutor Gohan occasionally. Just casually, just sex stuff. I didn’t mind if she kept at it with him as long as I was getting some too. So she doesn’t mind if I do the same.” 

With that revelation, he laid down and pulled Vegeta and Bulma close to him, feeling a sense of contentment and holding his best friends in his arms. Bulma didn’t fight him, but snuggled against his warmth and closed her eyes. Eventually the trio slept.

Vegeta woke with a start, a headache pounding behind his eyes and sweat pouring down his back. He was looking at Bulma next to him on his right, so who was on his left? Vegeta slowly turned to his left to come face to face with Kakarot, open mouthed and snoring. He scowled and rolled his eyes but didn’t wake either or try to pull away. He thought back to earlier in the afternoon and remembered his “episode”, groaning internally. His face flushed with embarrassment. “I’m never going to live this down, I can’t believe they all saw that, what is wrong with me?!” , he thought. Bulma’s eyes fluttered open and he felt her kiss his shoulder and move to press her body up against his back. “Hey baby.” she whispered and ran her fingers through his hair.

“Hey”, he whispered back as he turned to face his wife. They looked at each other in the dark and silence for a while, until she felt Vegeta’s shoulders shake with sobs. She pulled his head down onto her chest and let him cry. Bulma saw Goku’s eyes open and the indecision play across his sleepy face. Should he go, or stay? Should he comfort him too or stay away? Finally he decided. His hand hovered for a moment over Vegeta and he looked at Bulma for approval, chewing his lip. She nodded, almost imperceptibly, and placed his hand flat on Vegeta’s upper back.

Vegeta stiffened. Was that Kakarot’s hand on his back? Before he could react further, Goku started running his hand lazily up and down Vegeta’s back, which felt cool in the night air and soothed his nerves a little. Bulma ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead. He moaned softly. Bulma and Goku exchanged a look that could only be described as scheming and Goku moved closer, pressing his chest flat against Vegeta’s back. “Kakarot, what type of game are you playing?”, the Saiyan prince said low and quiet. 

Goku froze and looked over at Bulma. She pulled Vegeta closer, tactically pressing her breasts up against his face. “What type of game do you want it to be, Vegeta? You’re in control, our prince.” she said, letting out a soft moan as she felt him kiss her chest. She felt the rumble of a growl deep in his chest at that. She pulled him up to kiss him and slipped her tongue into his mouth. Goku raised his eyebrows in surprise but made no effort to leave. As Vegeta and Bulma’s kisses became more and more passionate and their quiet moans began to fill the room, Goku dared to run his hand down Vegeta’s side, squeezing his thigh.

Vegeta moaned loudly and pressed back against Goku, unexpectedly. Goku froze again as he realized Vegeta had just felt his whole erection against his ass. “Well damn, anybody would get excited watching them make-out! He can’t blame me!”, he thought, kicking himself for even staying. And then Vegeta rolled his hips. Goku whimpered in his ear, in disbelief that Vegeta of all people would be into this. “What’s wrong puppy? Are we too close for you?” 

The tone of Vegeta’s voice made his stomach flip and his cock leak. He saw Vegeta’s hand slip underneath Bulma’s dress and his vision swam as he heard her breathy cries as his fingers worked her. Bulma reached over Vegeta and cupped Goku’s face and they just looked at each other for a moment. There was no going back if they continued. “Fuck it.” all three of them thought. 

Bulma’s lips slammed against Goku’s. They fought for dominance, sucking each other’s lips until they were both red and swollen. Vegeta slipped down the bed to settle his head between Bulma’s legs. She jerked up into his mouth and cried out. Goku watched him eat her pussy as if it was his last meal on Earth, and his cock strained against his zipper. He pulled down Bulma’s dress keeping his eyes locked with Vegeta’s. Vegeta just followed his motions with interest. Goku caressed her breast, bringing her nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting. She moaned his name and he knew his cock was leaking through his pants. When he saw Vegeta’s mouth curl up into a smile and him slip two fingers inside of Bulma, he had to get them off. Goku’s cock sprang free with an almost comical effect, slapping his stomach and leaving a slick trail. Vegeta’s eyes darkened.

Vegeta ground his hips against the bed, staring at the image of Kakarot jerking his cock and worshipping his wife’s beautiful tits. Bulma’s moans grew louder and more desperate and he knew she was about to cum. He ate her out as if his life depended on it, and grinned when he felt her cum soaking his face. He stood up, wiped his face,  smirked at both of them and quickly undressed. His cock dripped pre-cum and throbbed. “Both of you, get over here and suck my cock.” he said in a gravelly, dangerous voice. They stared at him, almost afraid.

When neither made a motion to move he grabbed Bulma’s foot and dragged her off the bed, ignoring her indignant shrieks as he settled her on her knees. He pulled her head back and wiped the tip of his cock over her lips. Finally, he saw her curious little tongue lick it and pull it into her mouth. Vegeta groaned and stroked her hair. “Kakarot, don’t make me say it twice.”, he said. Goku slipped down off the bed and settled on his knees next to Bulma. He had never sucked anybody’s dick before. He had never even touched another man until Vegeta. He never had the urge until now. 

Bulma loudly and sloppily sucked, deep throating then pulling back, grabbing and lightly stroking his balls. “Well I can do that! That doesn’t look too hard.”, Goku thought. Vegeta pulled his cock out of Bulma’s mouth and did the same thing, setting the wet tip against Goku’s mouth. They stared at each other, each wondering what the other was thinking, both truly in disbelief at the turn of events. Then Goku pulled him into his mouth and groaned around his cock.

Bulma furiously rubbed her clit as she watched her husband fuck her best friend’s face. Vegeta had never done that to her, but she was sure Goku could take it. The wet sound of gagging and pussy filled the room and she cried out and shook as she came. Seconds later, Vegeta came down Goku’s throat with a loud groan. Goku whimpered and swallowed, wondering what was next because Vegeta was still hard as a rock in his mouth. Which didn’t surprise him. He was the same way. It took several thorough fuckings to satiate him. His thoughts drifted to Chi-Chi and her ever-wet pussy. He wondered if Bulma’s was just as good.

Vegeta pulled his cock out of Goku’s mouth with a pop, and lifted up Bulma and threw her onto the bed in swift motion. “Fuck her, Kakarot. You know you’ve always wanted to.” he said, grinning in an almost maniacal way. He pulled Goku up against him and kissed him deeply, tasting his own cum and licking away a stray drop on the corner of his mouth. He leaned forward to whisper into the other Saiyan’s ear, “Her pussy is so good you’ll never want to leave it.”, and licked his ear, making Goku shiver.

Bulma had gotten fully naked, positioned with her ass up and her face down, just like she knew Vegeta liked it. From Goku’s face he probably liked it the same way. He stepped forward and gingerly gripped her ass, running his fingers over her soft skin. He took his thumb and pulled her pussy-lips apart, watching as the glistening liquid drooled onto the bed. “Oh fuck, Bulma. You’re so wet. You’re going to feel so good.”, Goku said, positioning his cock head at her entrance. “You’re so fucking hot, I love you.” And he meant it. He loved them both. 

Bulma grinned at that and shook her ass. “Come on, Kakarot, fuck me.” Goku’s stomach flipped at his Saiyan name coming from her mouth. He began to push into her gently, in and out, in and out, until both were moaning loudly and the slap of skin on skin filled the room. Vegeta had retreated to a chair in the corner where his cock leaked and strained, but he didn’t touch it. He had wondered if he would get angry or possessive watching another man fuck his wife, but this wasn’t just another man, this was Kakarot. He did begin to stroke his cock when Goku flipped Bulma around and began to pound into her, his arms around her while she clawed his back. Their whimpers and moans almost sent him over the edge. “Oh Bulma, you feel amazing. Please come for me, come for me like you do for Vegeta. I know he fucks you so good. Does he come in your tight little pussy? Do you want me to come in your pussy?” Goku breathily whispered into her ear. When Vegeta’s sensitive hearing picked up on what he was saying, he almost came, but he had something else planned.

Bulma raked her nails down his back and screamed “YES!” as her orgasm slammed into her. Her pussy milked his cock and within seconds Goku followed her, fucking his cum deep inside her. He rested his forehead against hers and kissed her softly. He didn’t feel Vegeta’s presence until he was right behind him.

Goku’s head jerked back as Vegeta grabbed a handful of his hair and leaned down so Bulma could see his face. She looked at him with wide eyes. She had never seen Vegeta look so wild. She could hear the deep rumble of his growl and the sharp canines that both he and Goku shared seemed menacing in the moonlight. He smirked at her and licked Goku’s ear before saying, “Was she good, Kakarot? How about something else? It won’t hurt. Much.”

Goku’s eyebrows raised and he looked at Bulma with a panicked expression. Vegeta let his hair go and pushed him down so he was in the same position she had been in. Goku’s eyes widened as he realized what Vegeta meant. “Vegeta, I’ve never done that before, I’m…scared.”, he said, laying on the pleading tone he knew Vegeta always folded to. Suddenly, he felt something cold drip onto him and went to move away, but Vegeta’s hands held him tight. He wiped the substance gently over Goku’s asshole, rubbing until he heard a soft moan. Then he slowly pressed his finger in, then two, then three, working him open as Goku turned into a gibbering mess underneath him. Bulma lazily played with herself, waiting for the show to begin.

“Oh God, Vegeta, please, I need it.”, Goku begged, his cock red and angry. Whatever Vegeta was doing had him right on the edge already. “You need what, Kakarot?” he said in that low tone that made Goku’s stomach drop. “I need your cock inside me, please! Fuck me!” he cried, leaking all over the bed.

“I always knew you would be a fucking whore for me.” Vegeta said, before slamming his cock hard into Goku. Goku screamed and buried his face in the bed, as Vegeta began to set a punishing pace. Bulma couldn't believe her eyes. Her husband, moaning and saying absolute filth, and her best friend, drooling, pleading, crying into the bed. “You fucking slut, are you gonna come on my cock? You like being fucked? Maybe we should have just done this from the beginning! Think of it Kakarot, you screaming on my cock instead of me beating the shit out of you! Or we could do both.” Vegeta said, as he leaned forward to wrap a hand around Goku’s throat, pressing hard. Goku gasped and choked, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Bulma grew concerned and opened her mouth to tell Vegeta to stop, but at that moment Goku came, sobbing, his thighs shaking, his cum soaking his stomach and the bed. Vegeta released his throat and kept fucking his limp body as Goku whimpered and reached for Bulma. 

She scooted forward and pulled Goku’s head into her lap, stroking his hair. His hands gripped her thighs and he tried to pull away from the prince, but Vegeta grabbed his hips and slammed back into him. Goku felt the pressure in his cock begin to build again. “You’re doing such a good job for him. Just taking it like that. You’re such a good boy. Are you gonna come again? Can you come for me?” He smelled her wetness and thought of Vegeta making Bulma moan and cum like this. Did he fuck her until she was crying and spent? Every night? 

“Mmm, Kakarot, you’re so tight. Oh fuck, I can feel you coming again, that’s it, fucking milk it, I know you want it.” Vegeta moaned, before finally giving into his orgasm. Bulma watched Vegeta as his eyes went vacant and he shook and moaned. He pulled out of Goku gently, and crawled up into the bed with weak legs before plopping down, breathing hard. Goku began to slip off the bed but Bulma grabbed his arm, giggling. Goku started to laugh too, and moved up the bed so Bulma was cradling him against her chest. She glanced over at Vegeta to see his black eyes glaring at them both,  knowing he was not done but that he was giving Goku time to recover a little. He stood and walked to the bathroom, no doubt to clean up a little.

Goku began to suck on Bulma’s tit, rutting against the bed as Vegeta’s cum leaked out of him. “Woman, come here and get on top of me.” Vegeta commanded, laying back on the bed with his usual unimpressed look. She rolled away from Goku, smirking back at him when he slapped her round ass. Goku watched as Bulma climbed on top of him, kissing his neck and grinding against his cock. Vegeta moaned, his cock drooling onto his stomach. When she finally lowered herself onto him, they both cried out, sensitive from their respective fucks with Goku. Vegeta gripped her ass and bit his lip as she began to ride him, but before long he was gripping the sheets and throwing his head back. Goku stroked himself furiously, watching Bulma’s juices leak down Vegeta’s girthy cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Bulma. Oh my God, just like that. You fuck me so good!” Bulma expertly moved her hips, delaying her own release and his. A steady stream of words in Saiyago spilled from Vegeta’s mouth. His pupils were blown wide. She looked over at Goku and smiled, cocking her head. This would be the time, if ever.

Goku took that as an invitation and moved closer, positioning himself by Vegeta’s head. The Saiyan prince looked up at him with an expression that made Goku’s cock jump. “‘Geta, you look so hot right now. Is this what she does to you all the time? How can you even walk? God, I want to fuck your mouth.” he said, carefully placing the head of his cock against Vegeta’s red cheek. Vegeta’s tongue snaked out and licked it, pulling it into his mouth. Goku groaned and watched as Vegeta expertly sucked his cock, bringing him close to the edge within only a couple of minutes. He noticed Bulma couldn’t hold back any longer by her desperate loud moans and pulled his cock out so he could watch their faces while they came. “Ah, Vegeta, fuck, fuck, oh my God!” she cried, squirting down the length of his cock. For once, Vegeta had nothing to say. He had turned to Goku and was screaming into his thigh as he came.

Bulma flopped on the bed, exhausted. She was done for the night, but she knew the Saiyans had at least one more round in them. And she was not gonna miss this. Vegeta gripped Goku’s wrist and smiled that maniacal smile again. “Kakarot, how would you like to fuck me?” Goku’s cock literally jumped and he gulped. In a flash, Vegeta had him on his back, smirking down at him. “Fuck, you’re big.” Vegeta said as he leaned down to kiss Goku softly, positioning himself to take the other Saiyan. “Vegeta, don’t you need the same stuff I did? Won’t it hurt?”, he asked, holding the smaller man’s hips in place. “As if pain ever stopped me from doing anything, Kakarot.” 

Vegeta lowered himself onto Goku’s cock, wincing and whimpering. Goku held him still as his legs began to shake and he screwed up his face in pain. Finally, he began to move, riding Goku’s cock just as well as Bulma rode his. Goku stared up at him in awe. He never imagined he could see Vegeta this way, vulnerable, begging and whimpering and moaning for him!  “Fuck, Kakarot! Fuck me, fuck me hard!” Goku grabbed him around the waist and flipped him, pulling his ass into the air and pressing his face into the bed. Instead of the punishing pace Vegeta had set, Goku fucked him deeply, bottoming out with each thrust, hitting that spot inside him each time. Vegeta drooled into the bed, gripping the sheets and muttering nonsense. Bulma stroked his hair, but was silent. Goku felt that familiar pressure but gritted his teeth and held it back. He wanted to make Vegeta come apart first in the best way he knew how. “Vegeta, you feel so good, baby. So tight and warm, I never want to stop fucking you. I love it, I love you. You’re doing so good for me. Please come for me, I want to hear you come.” 

Vegeta suddenly sobbed, and dropped his face into the bed. Goku began to slow down, worried he went too far, but Bulma shook her head and mouthed “Keep going. He needs this.” With that, he turned Vegeta over quickly so he could look him in the eyes as he fucked him. At this angle, he knew the prince wouldn’t last long. He pulled Vegeta close and licked his tears away and started whispering in his ear, “Vegeta, I love you. I need you. This feels so good, so right. You’ve always wanted this right, me inside you? You’re made for me, right? Say it!” Goku began to furiously pump in and out, and Vegeta saw stars. “YES, yes, yes, fuck don’t stop, please don’t stop! Goku, please, I love you!” And they were coming together, clinging tightly, whimpering and crying.

They pulled away from each other, exhaustion finally claiming all three of the lovers. Goku woke up first the next morning, limbs askew and dangerously dehydrated. He studied Vegeta’s sleeping face, burning every detail into his brain forever. And when Vegeta woke, and smiled the most breathtaking smile he had ever seen, he knew he would never willingly leave this man ever again.

[howlingday]

So remember the Shadow dragons from Dargon Ball Gt? What if the Rwby Relics bad something similar. Like the Spirits turned into like Dark Spirits?

And the had to fight them?

Okay, let's see if I can do a little brainstorming on this one. Some lore-crafting to get the creative juices flowing...

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Let's start with the inspirational piece; the Shadow Dragons, all of which were created by the negative energies from the abuse and overuse of the Dragon Balls. The more noble the wish, the more powerful the evil dragon is, to the point of making them have powers inverse of the wish's intention. From one to seven, we have the Dragons known as...

Syn Shenron, created by the wish to revive everyone killed by Frieza and his men,

Haze Shenron, created by the wish to revive Bora,

Eis Shenron, created by the wish to make everyone but the Z fighters forget that Majin Buu killed and ate everyone,

Nuova Shenron, created by the wish by King Piccolo for eternal youth,

Rage Shenron, created by the wish that brought Goku back from the dead after his fight with Raditz,

Oceanus Shenron, created by a wish that is neither evil nor good, the wish for a beautiful woman's panties, finally bringing us to,

Naturon Shenron, created by the wish to ressurect those killed by Majin Vegeta.

With this information, we can craft a Dark Relic by having them act as the inverse of their powers and abilities. However, there is an issue of the frequency of use, since the Dragon Balls are all on a one-year cooldown period following their gathered use, though that kind of plays into the gathered negative energy the repeated abuse of the Dragon Balls caused. And if the Relics call forth the Brothers when gathered, then perhaps their gathering calls them to challenge humanity in combat (rather than to be challenged and surveilled).

So, working on the inverse Relics, wherein each wish has an inverse effect on each Dragon, then perhaps the inverse of each Relic creates a different dark spirit. And perhaps this dark spirit attacks humanity based on the negative energy created by those around each of the vaults. Going on these premises, then might I suggest the Dark Spirits be known as...

Spirit of Change - Inverse of the Spirit of Creation, the Spirit of Change demands something new, either through creation or destruction. Failure to change of your own accord results in the spirit forcing the change, and never to the benefit of the victim. This change can be as benign as altering your skin color to completely turning your insides into outsides.

Spirit of Design - Inverse to the Spirit of Destruction, the Spirit of Design demands you build whatever they desire. Failure to build exactly to their specifications results in your body, mind, and spirit being used as material for the construction. This could mean robbing you of your soul to act as glue or tearing your bones from your legs to carve into stone.

Spirit of Collection - Inverse to the Spirit of Knowledge, the Spirit of Collection personally gathers whatever interests them so that they may be studied. This information, and the subject it comes from, are hoarded for only the Spirit of Collection to view and understand. Plants, animals, people, cities; all gone in a blink, never to be seen or known of again.

Spirit of Confusion - Inverse to the Spirit of Choice, the Spirit of Confusion only brings questions. These questions only serve to create further questions. And from these further questions, the patient become infuriated, and the ignorant become apathetic.

As for how they're designed, I'm imagining Spirit of Change and Design kind of looking like an engineer and an architect, while the Spirit of Collection looks like a NEET nerd, and the Spirit of Confusion just looks either like faux know-it-all or a pig-faced dullard.

What do you guys think?

[carnal-lnstinct]

All My Soul Within Me, Burning. - II

Content: dbz crossover - inspired fic ( fnaf inspired ). android saga "what if" au ( post cell games). memory loss / recovery. possession. drabble w/ little plot. not completely proofread. characters: au!android 16 / raditz, dende, piccolo Warning: canon typical violence, referenced character death, implied existential crisis, soft angst

I will put you back together. / Leave the demon to his demons.

How beautiful, how powerful, the bright full moon. She's useless for him now. inevitably, utterly useless. Its eminence could only be enjoyed with his eyes as it gave him nothing else. He dared to watch the moon long enough for nature to take its course only to come out of his thoughtless trance with an appreciation for the way the stars speckled the darkness from the Earth instead. There aren't many places he can remember carrying a sight like this. Except for one. The errors, the thing, inside struggling against his programming recollects instances of a sky where only the stars thrive. Enough to light the lands of Planet...It's gone.

Visions that come and go as forgotten thoughts returned to him when he least expected it, places and faces he could not know beyond his initial activation in Dr. Gero's lab and the intel he was programmed with. But all of the unknown was begging to be acknowledged, identified, and accepted. The same pattern of thinking that was shaken loose after the Brief's refurbishing and which brought him back to The Lookout over the Earth. Here is where he has mused upon the night sky, it's where it felt closer and more familiar. Watching the moon and waiting for his metamorphosis, but lacking the means to do so.

Dr. Gero is dead. Cell is dead. K̸̨̧̦̯̜͇͍̬̟̰̗̹̀͋̐̍̔̄̀̕͝a̷̲̙̥̟̪̼̳̺̳͇͛̿̈́͆͑͜͜ͅk̸̡͍͓̟͔̻͈̮͇̜͊͒̒̔̓̍̿͆̕͝͝a̵͕͖͚̟͓͐̈́͌̇̎̽̅̓̿̈́ͅr̸̛͍͋̊̂̈́͝ŏ̵̖͔̥̜̙̲͆͝ţ̶̠̟̦̥̹̠̝̹̳̱͇̔͑̔̊̆̊͂͂̍͂͛͘ Son Goku is dead. Android 17 and 18 are missing.

What happens now?

Perhaps he should return to Dr. Brief and Bulma. Those who made him useful again. Whole. There is some loyalty to that kindness. So...he will serve again. What else is there? What else is left...

It's just him.

And there it is again, suddenly, screaming and fighting and raging through the programming. The bio-android lowers his gaze from the twinkling sky and his hand is drawn to the lower part of his sternum where his skin and casing seamlessly blend together. He remembers his reflection, seeing the cold blue eyes staring back at him in the mirror as he inspected his repairs. He remembers his reflection...a dim illumination as he stared out of his pod's windscreen anticipating his landing. His other hand now reaches for the back of his head, tugging the ribbon binding back the long, wild mane and freeing it all in a swift pull. For once, the android empathizes with its intruder's struggle to exist. Dreaming of what it once was, and what it could continue to be given control. A purpose.

"..Me." Android 16 breathes and closes his eyes. A warmth fills his body and all the weight it carries with it, merging itself with him. What else is there, after all?

This trapped spirit refuses to let go of its body, watching his own corporeal form be pulled apart and put back together again and again, made into something he is not. Mocking its very nature. No longer content to serve those who abused his loyalty or those who stood by them. Unable to see past his agony anymore.

Despite what he has become, saiyan...android...an abhorrent combination of the two forced to live again, "It's still me". His soul makes that clear. It will not leave and it will not rest. Despite everything taken and denied from him...

"Android 16." The young guardian of Earth emerged onto the platform, unable to detect the body of the mostly artificial being standing near the edge so he was surprised that anyone other than Mr. Popo was here so late in the evening. "I wasn't expecting you. What are you doing here so late?" Innocently asked in his unsuspicious approach.

The tall android tilts his head and looks over his shoulder, casting his piercing blue gaze down on the namekian boy. Reminded of his undoing; the one who caused his death while his so-called brother allowed it to happen. The catalyst of his unmourned fate. As his fists clenched into a tight grip, the vibrant color of his artificial eyes became pitch black, tiny white dots where his pupils would be stared down on Dende.

All he wanted now was his revenge. This desire, he will serve loyally.

"Namekian." He turned slowly, imposingly. A twitch in his head and his forearm. What Dende could not sense in his body, he immediately detected in the haunting leer and rough tone. Raditz making himself known. It was quick, the way he lunged forward at the inklings of Dende's retreat and lifted the boy off his feet, hanging him in the air by his large hand wrapped around his neck. Enough pressure and he would take their greatest hope away from them. The dismantling of their peace— defining his liberation from those who gained his "avatar's" solidarity— would stick.

The data perpetually computing in his mind made him aware of his risks, and compared his power to those who championed over Cell. But his rage could not fathom the warnings. He knows his limits and he would just take as many down with him as he could. No greater victory than the pain they can't undo as was done unto him. Tonight, he is immortal. Kakarot has already escaped his fury. But Piccolo, he will be sure to torment the most with this little one.

"Call him. Piccolo." He commanded with a strained, uneven tone with a grin rising in his features making the twitches in his body more menacing. "Bring him to me."

[jojo-chan]

A/N: PLEASE DON'T COME AT ME FOR NOT POSTING IN SO LONG EVERYONE,SORRY! I'm Sorry if it's short but I need to keep the suspence for the next part! Anyway, here's the part three! Stay tuned for part four!<33

"Partners in crime" pt.3

TW: Homicide

"So, are you staying here tonight Makoto?" Asked Bulma, the girl sighed "Sorry but no... I have something to do." That intrigued Raditz "What did she have to do?" He thought, this was getting intriguing now. The blue haired woman gave her a smile "Don't worry,just be safe alright?" The younger girl nodded and walked towards the living room. The Sayan man stood there, thinking, "I have to find out... I'll follow her tonight,maybe she's taking my advice seriously?" He then walked into the kitchen,looking for his brother.

The moon was shining high in the sky, as the girl looked around "Gloves, knife,luminol, blacklight and hydrogen peroxide, I got everything..." She thought to herself as she zipped up her onesie and put all her things in a backpack, securing it behind her back as she wore the gloves,so she'd be sure not to leave fingerprints. She then got out her room and took her bike, riding towards her ex's place, it was time to take Raditz's advice seriously.

The guy was sleeping in his bed,the window open, what a mistake that was... For him, but for Makoto it was a relief, she easly climbed the building up to his window, since it was on the first floor, and looked at him... So innocent... So clueless... Makoto's thoughts were travelling at two hundred miles per hour, was she really there? Was she really doing this? She had everything she needed... Everything Raditz told her she needed, she could easily do this whitout getting caught, she'd burn the body with the onesie, the gloves and the blood covered sheets... No one would catch her right?

She got the knife out of her backpack and looked at him, running the blade on his chest, slow and steady... She watched the way his chest rised and went back down as he breathed... For a second, Makoto leaned down and listened to his heartbeat,the heartbeat she once loved to hear,but now... Now she just wanted it to stop. As she reached his heart with the blade,she whispered "Just as you broke my heart... I'll break yours..." she pushed. The blade gliding inside his chest,blood spilling from it, she didn't wanna stop there,but she needed him to stay quiet so no one would be alerted. Then she took the knife out, keeping it in would've helped him stay alive,and she didn't want that didn't she? She smirked at him as he looked at her while bleeding to death.

His eyes were wide, he couldn't believe she had done such a thing, he looked at her,before his eyes turned completely white, signaling he was dead. She smiled at this, she walked inside towards the kitchen, and washed the knife with water, then spayed some luminol and shone a blacklight on it, seeing the bloodstains shining because of the chemical reaction. So she cleaned it with some hydrogen peroxide and shone the blacklight again, nothing.

After that, she took the dead body and went down into the basement. "Hmm... How could I get rid of it? Pigs would eat everything besides the teeth but where do I find pigs?" She thought, then, left the body in the basement and went back into his bedroom, taking the blood covered sheets and putting them in her backpack. As she did, she sighed "Maybe I'll just bury it? No, they'd find it... What do I do?..." As she thought out loud, a voice from behind her spoke smugly "Throw it in acid and there will be nothing left." Makoto turned around, her eyes wide while Raditz laid on the side of the window with the most casual and relaxed look ever.

[nella09archive]

Marriage. 84

Chapter 84: Fathers

As I got up, I was careful on not waking Goten. Since that night, all he wanted was to be near me. Even Gohan didn’t leave my side for every long. On top of that, my boys took every chance they had to spend time with me. It felt so great to share moments with them. Being with my boys was a great joy. But something did bug me, then again, I shouldn’t put mind to it. It’s rare for sayian men to even care about their children. Even more, if they’re caring for them past their fighting powers. Those words that my mother said felt off to me. Even calling her that word felt weird. On top of that, meeting my so-called father felt weird.

The man looked ever intimidating; even making Raditz seem like nothing. After that visit with King Kai, I went back on my own. I had more questions, and I didn’t know where to go. For once, in a long time, I was completely lost. When I came to that place again, I felt small. I don’t know what happened, but everything seemed bigger. Even I felt like my tail was back, and to my surprise it was. When I knocked on that, larger than I remembered, door he answered. For once in my life I looked down as if I was afraid. Then I felt my hair being ruffled, and somehow it made me feel ok. I was let inside, and there stood that female, and the kid version of Raditz. Welcome home, Kakarot. Hearing that made me feel peaceful. For what felt like forever I was in a peaceful state, forgotten was my pain and worries. Then King Kai found me, and I retuned to my normal self. He said I shouldn’t have done that.

Now that I’m alive, and see my boys. It makes me wonder; do I give them that type of peace? Do I intimidate them? I know I do everything I can to make them happy. I also know Chichi does everything she can. But was I experiencing what me and Chichi make our boys feel? I hope so. “Since it’s the last day of our trip, who wants to do a quick lap around the earth?” Everyone rose their hands. We all got ready, and were off.

After lunch is when we started to head back, and Vegeta commented that our females were with my harpy. I told the boys to fly ahead, as I spoke with Vegeta. “What do you want, Kakarot?”

“I’m sorry.” Why? “Just am. Would you still be interested in another camping trip? Maybe with the girls too.” He raised an eyebrow. “Like a whole family thing.” He was now tapping his arm. “It does have to be night away, just before the boys summer vacation ends.”

“I’ll think about it. But why even our females?”

“It’s something I always did, before Raditz came along. I would do a camping trip with just Gohan, and then another as a family. And since, we’re almost like a family.” He pulled me by the collar. “Calm down. I didn’t mean family by blood.” He let me go. “It just feels like we’re family. Well, since…” I looked away from him. “Know what. Never mind. Just know, I hope you would join us on that camping trip.”

“Kakarot! Spill it!” I just shook my head and just flew home. There’s no way he’ll see it the way I do. There’s no point in trying to explain.

…

As we flew home, I started having this weird feeling. Like I was finally getting comfortable around my dad. I felt like I knew him a bit more. Even though I knew he was nice, and I knew I could trust him. But now I know for sure that I could. I don’t feel so left out anymore. I finally was able to talk to Trunks about dad stuff, and not feel weird about. Or him giving me a face, and telling me nevermind. Maybe now I could share with dad all those weird things I felt while he was dead.

Like how I didn’t understand why mom always kissed his picture. I didn’t understand why mom would start tearing when I did certain things. How Gohan went quiet whenever I did certain things. How surprised everyone was when I brought dad’s picture to join us at the table for our meals, after I learned about him. The weird smiles everyone got when something about him was done. Like the smile mom had when she helped me with my first gi. The fact that after I saw myself in the mirror, I thought I saw him next to mom smiling down at me. Or the time me and Gohan gave mom his top, and she hugged up and I felt an extra part of arms holding us. Also when I was all alone, and I couldn’t sleep, how I would hug his picture and somehow I felt better. Or the time when mom and big brother got really sad during a certain day, and I was left all alone, I would talk to his picture. I thought I was being silly, asking it why mommy and Gohan was so sad, and wishing I knew how to make them happy.

When we got home, mom was talking with aunty Bulma and Videl. When everyone else finally got to the house everyone was talking. Even Trunks joined in. Not that I was feeling left out, but I wanted to be left alone. I hope nobody noticed that I walked away to my room. When inside, I looked for the picture under my bed. The picture Gohan made a copy of, so I could stop talking the one in the living room. Somehow I wanted to cry. I got a dad now, my family is complete. But why do I somehow feel alone in my own feelings. Gohan says mom is over protective, and so was dad. But now something just changed. Mom is smiling a lot, even her eyes are smiling. I always thought we were happy family. Was we really? I don’t know when but I started to cry. I put the picture back, and left out my window. I want to be left alone.

I flew all the way to a nearby river. People always gave me a weird look. Sometimes it made me wonder why. The only ones who didn’t were Trunks and Marron. They’re my friends. They also didn’t know my dad. A stranger I been told all my life about finally shows up. I spend as much time as possible to get to know him and get use to him around. But some how, I don’t know what’s really going on. During this trip I did stuff with him and big brother and even my best friend and his dad. But somehow it felt off to me. Why do I feel uncertain? “Don’t, but same time nobody could blame you.” That’s when I finally looked up, and saw dad was sitting next to me. I just looked away. I could feel the tears starting to fall. “Is it ok if I ask you something?”

“Yeah.”

“Did anyone tell you you’re so like your mom?”

“No. Everyone says I’m like you.”

“How? I don’t got that smile, I’m nowhere near as energetic, and I’m not that smart.”

“Everyone says how I look just like you. How I’m always being silly, and making people laugh. Also, how I eat like you. But most of all, I look like you.”

“Whoever say those things aren’t seeing you. How could you be me when you’re you?” That’s when I finally looked back at him. He was just looking out into the water. “Do you want to know why I thought it was a good idea to stay away?” I said yes. “I thought that it would give you a chance to have a happy life. Even if it meant I wouldn’t be able to hold you, to see you grow, or to be there for you. I thought you, Gohan, and your mom will have the most peaceful happy life ever. With me in the way I would have hurt you. Guess I was more wrong, than I could have imagined.” He was looking away. “Everyone deserves to be happy, even if I wasn’t.”

“Why you say that? What makes you happy?” That’s when he faced me.

“Seeing everyone else happy. Knowing that I’m able to keep my family safe.” That’s when he looked surprised about something. “Oh!” He looked at me. “Do I seem intimidating or scary?” I shook my head. “I’m glad, because when I was dead, I finally got the chance to meet who my parents were. Meeting them was scary. I actually wanted to leave. Why should I care about people I never knew existed? But somehow, it made me want to know them more. So, I snuck away, and went to visit them. Somehow, I became a kid, and being with them felt nice. It made me question if that’s how Gohan felt when we were all happily together. Do you feel at peace when everyone is together?” I don’t know when but he was holding me. So, dad is like me. So, I told him all the weird stuff that I noticed. All the warm feelings I get when I thought he was there. I told him how now I finally feel like everything is complete. Even now, I have a warm feeling inside. It felt good sharing it with him, and also being in his arms also. When I was finished, I felt better, and gave him a hug. “Want me to carry you home?” I nodded.

…

As I finished cleaning up the living room, I had some guess. It was Bulma and Videl. They were saying how they wanted to know if the boys were back yet. I told them that they should be back soon, and if they wanted to stay till then. It felt nice chatting with them. I even got to know a little bit more about Videl. She’s such a wonderful young lady. Almost reminds me of me. Strong minded, knew what she wants in life, and can easily make someone pay if they wronged her. I found that to be funny. Now that I think about it, that’s something all three of us share. That’s interesting; kind of makes me wonder what a female sayian is like.

I was just about to wash the lunch dishes, when the boys finally came. Trunks ran to Bulma, while Vegeta stood to the side. Gohan told me hi, before Videl took his attention. So cute of them. But I had failed to notice a certain husband of mine, who had found his way behind me. “Did you boys have fun?”

“Yeah.” That’s when I noticed that Goten was on the couch watching. I wonder what’s wrong with him. He then got up and left to his room. I was about to go after him, when Goku said he will do it. I wonder what could be wrong with our baby. Once everyone had left, and Gohan and Videl were studying in his room, I was left on the couch wondering. I hope Goten is alright. I checked his room, and neither boys were there. On top of that, Goku isn’t answering me. I hope everything is all right. Just then they walked in through the front door. And in Goku’s arms was a sleeping Goten.

Goku sat next to me on the couch. “Is everything ok?” Goku continued rubbing Goten’s back. He’s alright now. Nothing to worry. “Can I hold him?” Goku shook his head, and looked sad. “Did you talk?” He nod. “Did it go well?” He nodded again. “Go to the room, and take a nap with him.” Take a nap with us. “Sure.” With that we went to our room, and took a nap. Well, they took a nap, while I watched them snore peacefully.

…

When me and Videl made it to my room, I went in search of our summer assignments. “Wait.”

“What’s up? Is something the matter, Videl?”

“Aren’t you going to tell me about your trip? What did you do? How was it like? I never been camping before. So, I’m curious.”

“Oh. Well, it was kind of a training camping trip.” I finally sat on the floor, and she got off the chair and joined me. “We did laps around the world, practice controlling our ki, and even sparring.”

“That can’t be everything. What else?”

“Ok, ok. You got me. But you can’t tell anyone at school.” She nod her head in agreement. I told her about how go through a similar training routine as dad. On top of that, we had to earn our means. “Like I mean you lose you don’t eat. You don’t hunt when it’s a free for all, you don’t eat. We couldn’t share our catches on those days. Luckily there was only two.” I told her I almost beat my dad’s speed when practicing our katas. “It was even funny how Goten knew some of dad’s new moves. Like I said, I was just a training camping trip. Nothing special.”

“I want to go on one.”

“Why?”

She punched my arm. “Why not? It actually sounds fun, and challenging.”

That’s when I finally thought about asking her, about the idea I had. I couldn’t look at her as I asked. “Would you like to go on a camping trip? Like, just you and me?” I couldn’t help fidget with my fingers as the room became awkwardly silent. I was ready to take my suggestion back, till she said yes. I finally looked at her, and her face was red. Plus, now she was fidgeting with her fingers.

“You really mean, just us? Nobody else?” I nod my head. She then hugged me. “Cool. And do we get to do all kind of stuff? And even maybe some stuff that you did on your training trip?” I said yes, and her hug became tighter. My face kept getting hotter, due to the fact at how her body was pressed to mine. And the way her scent tickled my nose. It took me a moment to hug her back, and when I did, I finally fell backwards. Not only was her body pressed onto me, now she was literally on top of me. This felt nice, and it took a lot out of me to not my move my hands anywhere. “Can we go next week? I want to buy camping gear, since I noticed you didn’t have. Is that ok?”

“Yeah.” Why did I sound out of breath? She then kissed me. I don’t know how, but I had her pinned under me, as I looked into her eyes. She looks so beautiful. I couldn’t help myself as I touched her cheek, before giving her a kiss. He lips are so nice and soft, it made it hard to part from them. When I did, all I could feel was my body burning up, and see Videl was blushing. She looks so beautiful. Makes me want to kiss her more. Before our lips touched, I bit my lips. This isn’t right, I shouldn’t be doing this. I pulled back, and next to her. “Are you ok?”

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Ch83

[sielulintuu]

When Nappa makes the mistake of letting Zarbon babysit his children.

Just some quick, sloppy silliness.

[jezaguti]

Raditz es ese tipo de persona que adoras, pero que al mismo tiempo quieres golpear porque se vuelve burlón cuando menos debería. Cómo por ejemplo, cuando quieres golpear a alguien en la cara por imbécil.

También tengo el headcanon de que si estuviera vivo les hablaría a Gohan, Goten y Pan por nombres saiyajin de su elección. A Gokú no, porque Gokú ya se llama Kakarotto.

Pero en la imagen no está vivo, en realidad está muerto y es cómo... ¿Un guía espiritual? ¿Guardián espiritual? De la hija de su sobrino mayor (léase Pan). Hacía mejor su trabajo cuando Pan era pequeña, allí solo tenía que jugar con ella para distraerla.

Raditz is the kind of guy that you love, but at the same time you want to beat up because he gets teasing when he shouldn't. Like for example, when you want to hit someone in the face for being an idiot.

I also have the headcanon that if he were alive he would speak to Gohan, Goten and Pan by Saiyan names of his choosing. Not Goku, because Goku is already called Kakarot.

But in the image he is not alive, in reality he is dead and he is like... A spirit guide? Spirit guardian? From the daughter of his eldest nephew (read Pan). He did his job better when Pan was younger, there he only had to play with her to distract her.

Raditz: It angers you! you're furious! Ha! I knew you would inherit his wrath! After all the fruit fell near the tree!

Pan: Uncle Raditz, please keep quiet.

Raditz: Why should I, little Lettuze? I have said nothing but the truth. A Saiyan's wrath is a means to be exploited in battle. Keep yours, deep inside as Bardock (Gohan) always has... And you will see then, that the fruit will be sweet.

Pan: I know, you've always told me, and I keep it in mind, but if you keep giving me ideas with cryptic words; I'll end up covered in blood. A disgrace. Uncle Raditz, we would have to spend a lot of money to cover that up, you know.

La misma imagen, pero sin diálogos.

The same image, but without dialogues.

Gohan tiene problemas controlando su ira, eso es cuando está explota, porque en general, él suele ser muy calmado y un ángel de Cristo; pero todos lo hemos conocido enojado en DBZ y un poco en DBS:SH, así que quiero hacer un poco de cuenta que aunque Pan está siendo criada de una manera en la que ella tenga un buen control de sí misma (quién mejor para enseñarte de eso que Piccolo, quien se ha mostrado como su maestro en artes marciales), a veces el enojo le gana. Y a Raditz le encanta ver el mundo arder entonces... pasan cosas, cosas desafortunadas.

Gohan has problems controlling his anger, that's when it explodes, because in general, he is usually very calm and an angel of Christ; but we've all known him angry in DBZ and a little bit in DBS:SH, so I want to do some realizing that even though Pan is being raised in a way that she has good control of herself (who better to teach you about that Piccolo, who has been shown as her teacher in martial arts), sometimes anger wins her. And Raditz loves to watch the world burn so... things happen, unfortunate things.

[imperfectercell]

OH BOY PART 2 Alright, Lemme take it from the top!

Earth Centric AU is a DBZ AU where Raditz doesn't come to earth in search of Goku... for about 6 years. In the mean time, the Z-Fighters have no idea about space, saiyans, namekians, or Galactic Threats. They have to deal with troubles on their own end, like Piccolo perfecting the Makankosapo and killing Goku with it, sending 6 year old Gohan, Krillin, and Bulma on a search for the Dragon Balls in order to revive Goku, Pilaf getting his wish of World Domination and not being great at it, and Dr. Gero taking advantage of Royal Funding to create an Android Army.

As for Piccolo and Frieza specifically? Lemme explain more underneath the Read More! And also heres a lil doodle for u of Android Frieza <3

Piccolo remains the Z-Fighters main threat in this AU (For now) and is able to kill Goku one day. Gohan exhibits his Saiyan Rage power, preventing Piccolo from kidnapping him and heavily damaging him. Over the course of the next year while they wait for the Dragon Balls to become active again, the two clash every so often, and Gohan begins training with Kami on the lookout.

Piccolo, as you can suspect, isn't exactly raving with excitement over what he's done. He feels Good that Goku is dead, but that shred of good inside of him feels guilty for having killed the man who let him live. And Kami can sense it inside of him too, and encourages Gohan to try and appeal to that sense of honor and kindness that exists within Piccolo. Things eventually come to a head, with Gohan and Piccolo having an incredible battle over the last Dragon Ball, and it coming to basically a stalemate. Goku is revived and ready to fight with these techniques he learned from King Kai, but Gohan asks him to not hurt Piccolo, and Piccolo flies away begrudingly and doesn't attack them again. Gohan was able to appeal to his Humanity (for lack of a better word) and, while he isn't quite their Ally yet, he doesn't want to kill Goku or Gohan, or rule the world anymore. Piccolo has had a taste of something else, and has turned his back on that old life.

WOW that was long! Time for Frieza!

Honestly Frieza doesn't have too much to do in this AU! But has some Very fun changes <3

Frieza hasn't had much going on until the Z-Fighters are heading to Namek in order to use their Dragon Balls after Piccolo is killed by Cell... Well, Cell V.1. Ask about him later <3 They are accompanied by Raditz, who along with the other Saiyans are beginning a plan to rebel against Frieza. They don't plan on taking them to Namek at first, but they accidentally let it spill over Scouter Comms to Frieza that Namek has Wish Granting balls. So it's a race to gather them. From there, the Namek Saga is largely the same on Friezas part, other than his defeat at the hands of Goku, Gohan, and Vegeta all together, all in Super Saiyan mode. he is blasted into one of Nameks Suns, and is later picked up by King Cold. They do the whole Mecha Frieza thing, but as they approach earth they are... Contacted by a certain Android Doctor.

Dr. Gero leaves on Friezas ship (With Android 16 and a Larval Cell V.2 in tow) and begins upgrading Friezas Mechanics to his own standard, and an Energy Absorption Model to boot. Frieza begins sapping the life out of his own soldiers and crew, and things get real fucking Creepy up in space for a while, as Gero realizes just how sadistic Frieza is. He is able to alter Android 16s programming to make Frieza another of his targets, and as a back up plan begins to change Cell V.2s perfection to be obtained by absorbing the Android Frieza. The attack on Earth begins, and Frieza is Ridiculously strong now (OH also it's Krillin and Lazulis wedding day (she and lapis are not androids here <3 smile)) He and the Z-Fighters fight, and Gero tries to activate the bomb he put into Frieza at the right moment to take out both him And Goku, but King Cold stops him and prepares to Kill Gero before 16 is activated and blasts away Cold and a good fourth of the entire ship.

He joins the battle, fighting both Goku and Frieza, and eventually Frieza is killed by his own technique and sent 2 Hell. Theres more to this story, but Friezas is over. For good! Due to his frankly completely creepy and terrifying actions at the end of his life of absorbing his soldiers life force, and King Cold letting it happen, in the future his own peons resurrect a Certain Older Brother of his <3 so Resurrection C!

THAT WAS REAL LONG Thanks so much for reading all that if you did!

[ahkaraii]

"I'm sorry if it hurts Chi-Chi and Gohan, but please don't try and resurrect me. Besides, Gohan's a lot better person than I was..."

I think about this line a lot. It shows a lot of self awareness from Goku, y'know?

I have a lot of Goku feels, not all of them fandom-friendly. Twitter folks either bash him or defend him unto death, very black and white binary split-like, which makes it difficult to talk about in 140 characters or less. “Good” dad or “Bad” dad is subjective. But I think his actions -- and inactions -- had profound effects on his family and the world beyond, for good and for bad.

Lemme word vomit for a while and see if I can get something coherent out xD

I think he’s a fantastic shonen protagonist -- arguably the template!! -- and I love him as a character that steadfastly drives the story inexhaustibly forward, to stronger and stronger opponents, to ever more fantastic plotlines. But I personally Iike to take a magnifying glass to the small moments, the quiet moments; the breaths in between the panels. And in these moments, I think Goku is a fascinating chimera of a character: a patchwork man he stitched together through mimicry and good intentions and animal impulse.

He acts like a doofus and in many cases its genuine -- he practically self-raised himself in the wild after not just accidentally killing his grandpa, but also after suffering an actually plot-significant brain injury -- but he is no idiot. I think Goku knows he’s different and not just because he’s an alien with a regrowing tail.

Goku isn’t a normal human because he doesn’t connect like a normal human. He loves but it’s because he chooses to love. He’s loyal because he chooses to be loyal. It’s not sociopathy, but it is a kind of almost... autistic spectrum like inability? I hesitate to step on toes here, but I’m basically heavily projecting my own father -- who is himself a man with high functioning autism -- so that’s where I’m drawing my main inspiration.

Goku struggles immensely to understand people who are emotionally volatile. He defaults to humour and acting like he doesn’t get it just to defuse the situation, because otherwise it’s time to Fight and Goku never takes fights lightly, and that often doesn’t end well with squishy humans. He has a moral code but he doesn’t Regret like a normal person does upon causing injury, physical or emotional. He doesn’t empathize like an emotionally adept person can. He reads body language better than tone.

On the vein of being on the spectrum, or just surviving a brain injury, or just being a saiyan, or a combination of all three -- Goku’s special interest is Fighting. And that’s one of the sources of his family’s problems.

Before Raditz, Goku was content fighting in the World Tournament and marrying the world’s strongest woman, and raising a family with her. Farming to make money to support Chichi and Gohan was boring but it was a form of training if he squinted, and he was fine conforming to that. He looked forward to Gohan growing up enough to train him (remember him saying Chichi wouldn’t let him until Gohan got older), and there he’d have another sparing partner. How exciting! He can’t wait. Let’s go fishing, Gohan, I’ll show you how to use your tail just like I used to! Can you catch a bigger fish? I know you can! Isn’t this fun? Haha! I wonder if this is what Grandpa Gohan felt. I miss him. But Gohan’s here with me! Gosh, I can’t wait till I can teach him all I know!

But after Raditz, Goku was introduced to Strength Beyond Earth, and I believe that was the start of the death of Goku’s attachment to his humanity. Because humans had a limit, and the stars did not.

Goku’s not a bad person. He’s not a terrible father. But like a good shonen protagonist, he’s addicted to chasing strength, and the strength beyond even life itself ultimately called him to abandon his mortal coil (which we see culminate in GT’s ending).

It began by wanting to stay dead. He doesn’t want to hurt his family -- he genuinely doesn’t! -- so after surviving Namek’s destruction he preferred to keep them ignorant as he trained on Planet Yardrat, since what good would it do for them to know he lived if he didn’t plan on coming back yet? Then he mastered Instant Transmission!! How amazing! Now he can travel to and from any reaches of the vast universe; he can come home whenever he wants to. Now he doesn’t have to hurt his family AND he can fight whenever and wherever he wants! Wahoo!!

So he comes back to life. Aaaand life’s not the same. Chichi’s not the same -- she mourned his death and she’s still angry he lost her Gohan for a year, and then took him to space, and then he nearly died for it, too -- and Gohan’s not the same. He’s not four years old anymore. He’s not the wide-eyed kid who looked like his father had all the answers. Krillin’s gotten older.  Everyone has changed, even if just a little. Everyone but Goku.

(Except Goku HAS changed. There’s a whole universe to discover. There’s so much strength he can defeat, still. He looks up at the stars at night and feels for Yardrat’s ki. He feels so much ki everywhere up there. He wants to chase it all down. Is it because I’m a Saiyan? Or is it because I’m a bad person? Goku don’t know...but Goku longs for it. He longs for the peace he finds in letting go).

Future Trunk’s message that a heart illness will kill him politely confuses him. Goku doesn’t fear death -- he knows what’s beyond it, now. And there’s fighters there. Even if he dies, there will be people to fight. No worries. But he does worry about this nebulous future where all his loved ones are dead, too, all except Gohan. It sounds like his boy’s gonna have it rough if these android fellas win. Time to beat some androids! :D And hey, this is finally a good excuse to train with Gohan!! So he does that for a couple of years, teaming up with Piccolo. Gohan’s gotten so strong! How exciting!

Chichi’s slowly come ‘round to him again, so that’s nice, too. He doesn’t really get why she’s still so mad but he rolls with it. He responds to violence he can’t fight against with a smile. Her emotions are too hard to follow, and it can get a little tiresome. But he loves her -- he chose to love her, so he does, and he always will. In his own way.

Then the androids come, and then Cell comes, and Goku steals Gohan away for a day and a year inside the Chamber, and he finally, finally realizes -- gosh, Gohan’s not like him at all. Gohan’s what a Real Human should be. What a Real Hero should be. The hero the Earth needs. Because Goku can’t be that hero anymore -- he never could be. He’s not human.

And there’s so many people to fight beyond the stars....

So when Goku choses to die alongside Cell, it was a choice, too. Gohan’s a better person than him, anyway. He’ll make Chichi happy, and he’ll protect the earth, and maybe one day Goku’ll meet him again and they can spar to see their strengths :) He’s so proud of his boy....

So........ is Goku a good father? A bad father? A good person? A bad person?

I think Goku is Goku. So I’ll let you decide :)

(Here’s the canon Goku dialogue from the end of Cell saga: )

[actuallysaiyan]

Got anything for Goku’s parents Bardock and Gine? Or even just Bardock?

Word count: 937 Warnings/content: Fluff, AU, cuteness, family stuff Summary: Y/N and Goku have been dating forever, so he decides to bring her over to his parents place so they can all meet each other. A/N: Not sure if you wanted an Y/N fic or just something about Bardock and Gine, but I had lots of fun writing this out! Thanks for requesting and challenging me to write something about characters I haven’t written for yet!

You were a little nervous about meeting his parents. They weren’t human, for one. Secondly, Goku barely knew them himself. He had only just started reconnecting with them ever since they decided to move to Earth. You and Goku had been dating for so long, you were practically married at this point.

When his parents moved to Earth, you were happy. Except for the fact that Bulma had warned you that they were...different. For one, Bardock could be quite gruff and tough. He was a nice person, but he was a tough guy and could be prone to violent outbursts from time to time.

Gine, on the other hand, was very sweet and caring. She was always taking care of people and making sure they ate well. Bulma and Vegeta both let you know that Gine was quite the rarity within the Saiyans. Most of them had brutish and cold demeanors, like Prince Vegeta and Bardock. 

When you arrived at their house, you couldn’t stop chewing on the dead skin on your lip out of nervosity. You didn’t know if you were wearing proper attire or if they’d like the gift you brought them. Gine opened the door, and you swore that your heart stopped. Just from the moment you first looked at her, you could really see that kindness within her.

“Oh! Kakarot! You’re here with your mate!” she said, smiling.

“Awhh, it’s Goku, now. This is y/n, she’s my girlfriend.” Goku explained, rubbing the back of his head timidly.

“Bardock, Kakaro- I mean, Goku and his mate are here!”

She welcomed the both of you inside, and you walked behind Goku. He led the way into the house, and you couldn’t help but be a little intimidated. The place was very odd for two Saiyans who moved to Earth, but you knew they didn’t really know much about human culture right now.

“Hey, there’s my little brother!” Raditz called from the living room. He got up and started teasing Goku.

“Hey Raditz!”

They started talking amongst themselves as you held yourself a little distance away. You weren’t even sure where to look. It just felt a little awkward about the whole thing, but you wanted to meet Goku’s parents and make an effort for them to like you and maybe invite you over more often.

“Kakarot,” you heard a voice call from the hallway. Both you and Goku looked over, and it was his father calling for him.

Goku was almost a spitting image of the man. They had a very similar hairstyle and build, and it was quite obvious they shared some of the same body language and posture. Raditz seemed to take more after his mother.

“Hey dad! This is my girlfriend, y/n.” Goku introduced you to his father, bringing you forward.

“Nice to meet you, sir.” You squeaked out, extending your hand to him.

Bardock looked at you, studying your face and trying to gauge your reaction. You could tell he was trying to intimidate you a little, but Gine interrupted before it could get any worse.

“Bardock, shake her hand. It’s rude to stare.” She said in your defense.

Bardock smirked slightly, taking your hand in his giant hand. He did his best not to crush you, but you could still feel his immense strength. Then he cracked a smile and pulled you in for a bone crunching hug.

“So, you’re the one my son wants to marry, huh?” Bardock asked, looking at Goku.

“Yeah! We’re thinking of getting married soon!” Goku said, but you were too busy blushing from all the attention to really understand what he was saying.

You all did a little small talk while Gine went into the kitchen to cook. Not even five minutes passed before she asked you to help her out. You placed your gift on the coffee table and made your way over to her.

She was stirring a big pot of stew and it smelled heavenly. You noticed that the oven was turned on, so you figured she was cooking something else as well.

“Could you prepare the salad? I’m trying to get Bardock and Raditz to eat more vegetables, but you know how Saiyan men eat.” Gine asked as she continued to add some spices to the stew.

You quickly washed your hands at the kitchen sink and started chopping some veggies for the salad. Gine started a little conversation with you as you prepared the salad. It felt more easy going with her than with all the Saiyan men giving you this attention.

“I’m really glad I got a second chance with Kakarot. When I sent him to Earth, I was afraid I’d never see him again.” Gine said, smiling at you.

“He’s been such a hero to all of us, I’m so fortunate to have him in my life.” You explained to her.

“Who would have thought that my son, Kakarot, would be the hero of Earth alongside the prince?” she laughed at the thought alone. 

“He’s really been so helpful. Goku has a kind heart and he really would do anything to help a friend.”

“Well, clearly he picked a good mate. Your salad looks great!”

You and Gine started bringing out the food to the dining room and you went over to the men to announce that dinner was ready. You felt a little awkward around Bardock, but Gine had put you right at ease.

You could tell that you would enjoy having them as parents in law. They were both caring and loving and wanted the best for Goku...just like you did.

[eazyaustin3]

DBZ: Return of the Saiyans (fanfic) | Chapter 18: From Pushing to Shoving

In a local saiyan hospital, The king lies in a room specifically made for him if anything were to go awry. Raditz, Nappa, Vegeta, Bardock and his team all stand around him where he is having trouble breathing. Vegeta holds his father's hand.

King: *coughs* Vegeta… come closer.

Vegeta: Yes father.

King: You were right about Frieza… *coughs* He needs to be killed… His brother nearly took my life within inches… I feel very lucky to survive that…

Vegeta: He will regret ever trying to do that…

King: You are a worthy saiyan… for bringing the planet and the saiyan race back from destruction… I am very lucky to have you as my son… You will make a fine king when I am gone… *coughs* soon enough…

Vegeta: Don't talk like that father… your reign is far from over! We will all fight in your honor. This time we will make sure he perishes where he stands. He thinks he's won just because his big brother came and carried him away… Father, we will stop them both. No matter the cost…

King: I love you son… prince of all saiyans…

Vegeta: I love you too… father…

King: Please forgive me if I was ever harsh on you… I just wanted you to be the strongest saiyan of all… And not only did you prove that you are the strongest… but you are also the bravest… you are… worthy…

*The rest of the saiyans tear up as they watch their king breathe slowly, coughing. Bardock gets a call on his scanner. He walks out of the room to answer*

Bardock: Hello?

Gine: Bardock… I need your help… something terrible is happening…

Bardock: What is it Gine?

Gine: I see 2 guys outside the window. One with green hair and the other is a pink fatter one next to him.

Bardock: Oh god… it's Zarbon and Dodoria! What are they doing there??

Gine: Raditz' friend is dead! They killed her! OH NO THEY'RE COMING IN THE HOUSE!! I need to hide! Hurry Bardock!

Bardock: Me and Raditz are on our way! Stay right where you are!

*Raditz overhears the conversation outside the room and walks out to see the concerned look on his father's face*

Bardock: Raditz, we need to get home now! Your mother is in trouble! Zarbon and Dodoria somehow found where we live… we must attack aggressively.

Raditz: *slams the wall with his fist* Goddamnit! I gave Gorza one job!

Bardock: Gorza is dead, Raditz! She didn't stand a chance!

*Raditz is in shock. He has no idea what to think. The veins in his forehead become thicker. His face turns red as he clenches his fists thinking about what Zarbon and Dodoria could be doing to their home, or to his mother*

Raditz: Those fools are dead if they touch mother!!

Bardock: Let's go!

*Raditz zooms across the sky with Bardock following behind. They find their house with nobody around it and a dead female saiyan on the ground. Raditz sees that it's Gorza. They land in the front yard*

Bardock: I'll look for the Zarbon and Dodoria! Go through the back door to look for your mother upstairs!

*Inside the house Zarbon and Dodoria go through all the pictures of Bardock, Gine, Raditz and others of Goku as a newborn*

Dodoria: Look and these pictures of Bardock and his family. Hahaha they look so bad! His wife, his doofus son too!

Zarbon: I cannot believe they would decorate their house like this. It doesn't smell right either. Then again what do you expect from the saiyans?

Dodoria: I didn't know Bardock had another son. His name is… Kakarot? What kinda name is that? Ha!

Zarbon: I thought the picture was Bardock as an infant. He must be a grown man by now.

*Bardock barges through the door knocking it down off its hinges, startling both Zarbon and Dodoria*

Bardock: What a pleasant surprise… Zarbon… Dodoria. Care to explain to me what you two fucks are doing in my house??

*Raditz runs upstairs from the back room to find his mother gripping her knees shaking. Gine lights up as she sees her son come to her rescue*

Gine: Raditz! *Jumps up to hug him*

Raditz: *Wraps his arms around his mother* What has happened mother, are you alright?

Gine: Those two goons just showed up at the house… they killed Gorza without a second thought. I'm so scared…

Raditz: We must get out of here now mother… father is downstairs. Let's escape from the back so they don't see us.

*Raditz and Gine hear fighting downstairs. The sounds of tables and chairs moving, glass shattering. They make their way downstairs through the back. Neither Dodoria or Zarbon see them as they focus on Bardock as they make a punching bag out of him. Raditz and Gine make it outside. He calls Nappa*

Nappa: Raditz, where are you?

Raditz: I'm at my house with my family. Zarbon and Dodoria broke in. I saved mother, you need to come quickly to take her to safety. Me and my father will fight them off.

Nappa: Alright I'm on my way with the speeder!

*A few minutes later, Nappa lands the speeder and opens the door for Gine*

Gine: Raditz, you and your father are my guardian angels… I don't know how I could thank you both.

Nappa: Where should we take you, ma'am?

Gine: Anywhere but here. Raditz… Be careful with them!

*Raditz looks back and grits his teeth. He runs off to the front yard finding Bardock’s face all bloody and on his knees. Raditz growls, yells then punches Dodoria in the face sending him flying a couple feet across the front yard*

Zarbon: *chuckles* Isn’t this sweet. You came over to protect your daddy. He must be very proud!

Raditz: You’ve made a terrible mistake… the last time we fought, it was just strictly business for our king. But now, you've made it personal! You must have a death wish coming to my home like that!

Zarbon: Well if it’s all the same to you… we were doing business of our own…

*Raditz dashes forward to hit Zarbon who blocks his punch with his hand, then dodges every subsequent punch. He flies up and kicks Raditz square in the jaw knocking him down. Bardock slowly gets up*

Bardock: You… you piece of shit!!

*Bardock comes straight for Zarbons's throat and tries to choke him. Zarbon looks him in the eyes and smiles as he contracts his neck outward. Dodoria runs towards Bardock with loud thumping feet. He sees him, let's go of Zarbon and clashes with Dodoria*

Dodoria: You got a nice looking house, Bardock. Lucky for you we couldn't find your youngest son. Kakarot was his name, right?

Bardock: Get off of our property!!

*Bardock throws a massive uppercut to Dodoria which sends him sailing upward. Bardock shoots past Dodoria and axe hammers him to the ground*

[firestorm1991]

DBZ Dissertations 1: Vegito

The Fusion into Vegito: Why is Vegeta now the opposite of Saiyan Saga Vegeta? (Constructed 4/6/2021)

Goku and Vegeta were mortal enemies even in the moment Vegeta reluctantly took the potara earring and they iconically fused into Vegito. Then Buu ate Vegito, and inside his gut, Vegeta and Goku defused back into their original selves, which was a surprise because they were told the fusion would be permanent, a fact that was retconned in Super. Once the two Saiyans had their own bodies back, there was a difference in the way they interacted with one another. One could argue that the events of “Fusion Reborn” are canon, most accept they are not. This means Goku and Vegeta did not fight Janemba in hell together and have that moment of understanding before Vegeta went back to Hell.

So what happened when Goku and Vegeta were themselves again that is of interest? Well, when they separated, they no longer seemed like enemies. In fact, they seemed to bicker like friends, brothers even. When just an hour ago, Vegeta was snapping and yelling at Goku, against fusing. Now, he acts like the back and forth bickering is normal between them, and like he hasn’t hated him all this time. That always struck me, and it stuck other friends of mine as well.

So how did they go from enemies to friends in an instant? Heck, how did Vegeta get seen as good, which even shocked the Saiyan prince? My theory is that the fusion did more to Goku and Vegeta than can be seen on the surface level.

Out of nowhere, Vegeta, who was always calm, cool, collected in the face of danger, who spoke derisively to those he feared. Yes, he was afraid and sometimes displayed that when he realized that he was screwed in battle. But he never flat out freaked out, wanted to throw up over some irrational fear. So why in Buu’s body did he react like Goku does to needles to the worms? That was not a very Vegeta thing to do. I mean, even if he was afraid of worms/bugs, he could have destroyed them like he did Arlia (yes, I know that’s filler). But the man who was raised in kill or be killed universe didn’t just kill the worms. He used to purge planets and surround himself with death and eat the buggy carcasses of the victims (see Episode 2 when he and Nappa are just finishing purging a planet). Food for thought.

Also, yes, we know Goku was always a fighter. He always answered the call to protect the world. His Saiyan blood awoke and he wanted to battle strong opponents. But in DBZ, the androids being the only exception after he and Vegeta denied Bulma’s desire to track down Gero and end his project, Goku never invited danger into the world. They all just came for him. He chose to stay away to protect everyone. Then we have Super, which starts a few months after Buu saga, and now he’s invited people to hunt him down, put the multiverse in danger, and suggested “hey, let’s bring back Frieza!” His behavior is much more reckless than DBZ. Interviews have shown that this is the vision Toriyama always had for Goku, but Goku through childhood to adulthood never seemed to be so inconsiderate. When Roshi died in the ToP and Goku resuscitated him, I felt such empathy and turmoil for the Earth-raised Saiyan in that moment. He was almost human in that moment, the same way he was when he discovered Krillin dead as a child, and it was like the old Goku was back in that moment.

Let’s explore. It would be safe to say that the Saiyans Raditz, Nappa, and Vegeta described in the Saiyan saga are exactly like that. Single-minded, battle hungry and ready, no thinking of consequences or family (which we all saw Goku with Little Gohan. He seemed like an okay father in that first episode before Raditz came and destroyed the quaint family life and Goku died. There were four years where Goku, Chi-Chi, and Gohan lived happily and in peace without fighting). Now, after fusing with Vegeta, Goku has reverted back to Saiyan tendencies he never fully seemed to possess through DB and DBZ.

My theory is this: when Goku and Vegeta fused into Vegito and separated, they took a piece of the other warrior with them. This led to Vegeta understanding Goku more, seeing him as a friend and comrade in arms as Goku saw him, gave him a goodness that he took back home with him so much so that he was willing to relinquish his pride for his family on multiple occasions (Bingo dance anyone?). There are many people who are angry about Vegeta’s complete 180 from the Saiyan saga and Namek saga Vegeta. But he went through a lot of changes throughout the series. Both in nature and nurture, evil was taught to him as normal. It wasn’t until he saw another way of life, namely living with Bulma and fathering a child, that he ever considered he could live a life that didn’t involve him slaughtering other races. I believe part of his psychological transformation was due to his life with Bulma and Trunks, trying to be a good partner and father despite a traumatic and horrific past, and experiencing peace for the very first time ever in his life (because until the seven year period, Vegeta’s life never had one iota of peace) in contrast to Goku who experienced peace many times. Now, after fusion, Vegeta knew what to do with those unfamiliar experiences and emotions…and then exposed his irrational fear of buggies, so there’s that.

Likewise, Goku, the good, honest hero of Earth who did everything in his power to protect the planet and his family and trained to get skills to combat these various enemies, now became more Saiyan-like. He fought and trained for himself, much like Vegeta once had in his pursuit to be the strongest. Now, Goku doesn’t care about being the strongest; he just wants to fight strong guys to get stronger. He still uses his power to protect, but after instigating the risk factor. Goku Black could have been avoided if he didn’t have the desire to fight Zamasu and got with Beerus and Whis for the same of fighting the deity in training. The ToP wouldn’t have happened either without Goku pushing it. Thankfully, that worked out, but it was still very reckless. And he lied multiple times to his friends who he once trusted in times of trouble and brought back the greatest evil who harmed his friends multiple times without even a second though in addition to promising to bring him back to life.

I wonder if the reason Goku keeps getting worse and worse and Vegeta keeps getting better in better has anything to do with the other times they fused. I will say that I believe a lot of their changes definitely come from them and their changing personalities, but I definitely they think they’ve influenced each other, if not by fusing and having access to the other’s thoughts, then by their strange friendship resulting from the fact that they are the last two (not including Tarble, Broly, and Paragus) full-blooded, universe seven Saiyans.

Anyway, let me know what you think of this fan theory. Do you agree, disagree, or have additional ideas that reflect this topic? Feel free to let me know. Just remember to be constructive and respectful to others who share their ideas. Until next time!

[carnal-lnstinct]

My Cat's Behavior Represented by SS4 Characters

SS4 Goku

Eager to play, will swat at your ankles and make a beeline in the opposite direction to be chased. Jumps out at you from "hiding places" to do it, too.

Bites when you're not looking. double the points for puncturing the skin.

It's forbidden to cook alone, don't mind him resting on the rug directly behind your feet.

He'll make sure to clean up your spills even if you shoo him 100 more times than the previous 100 times you banned him from the kitchen.

Doesn't understand why he has to get wet with a squirt bottle every time he climbs onto the dinner table. He saw you cooking!

One day he will get inside the refrigerator and then you will see who is the master of the kitchen.

Happy to knock all the balls down the stairs and loosen the security bar playing with them.

Beefing with your dad's shoestrings.

Maybe beefing with you, acts more behaved for dad too.

Has to sleep with you facing him in bed. You turn over, he's following you.

SS4 Vegeta

Silently tails you wherever you roam as long as you treat him like an adult. If you don't hear his bell and accidentally trip over him then that's your fault!

Always perched in places he shouldn't be. Blocks the tv remote's signal to the tv.

One day he's going to fit more than a paw underneath the bathroom door and when he does you're in trouble! How dare you shut him out and leave yourself defenseless stupid woman!

Claws can only be clipped when he sleeps or his wrath will be called down upon you

Not a baby! Do not hold him as such! BITE BITE BITE

Shoves coins and lipsticks under the dresser where you can't reach them. Pathetic.

Chews the scratching post to assert dominance

Only eats the refined blueberries pulled out of the blueberry muffin, not that fresh and rinsed with water healthier shit. Are you trying to kill him?

SS4 Broly

Shoves his face directly into your food to see if he wants to eat it

No fear. *dishwasher starts up* One fear.

Chooses to sleep under the bed in the room instead of his own bed, will be in your face in the morning.

Oh you locked him out of the bedroom tonight so you can sleep in? He'll be waiting at the door at 6am with plenty to say.

Sock hoarder, but only one of a pair.

Blankets are the devil, do not gingerly place it around him or try to tuck him in while he sleeps.

Kicks all the water bottles. Release your goodness now!

Vacuum cleaner running 2 injured 18 dead. Two fears.

Got out twice and was afraid of all the parked cars. Three fears.

Sleeps soundly until you stand up and leave the room.

SS4 Raditz

Shows off his favorite toy. He stole it from you and made it clear that it belongs to him now. Very clear

Tries to destroy the playpen of timeout and is very vocal about you not letting him out after 2 minutes in

Smacks the treats out your hand for a snatch and run

Oversees the litter box cleaning, he's used to crap jobs.

He grooms himself and doesn't need your help, away with the ugly brush!

Your brush seems cool though, plans on stealing it too.

Loves the tub, just keep the water out of it and there will be no problems.

"WHY ARE YOU SUBMERGED IN BUBBLY WATER, YOU IDIOT! I CAN'T REACH YOU THERE"

Certified hair stylist, let him touch up your split ends with his claws and teeth.

Loves to be carried against your chest but you are a fool, you've only made it easier to get to your hair!

SS4 Bardock

Oh you're getting dressed to leave? Don't mind if he sharpens his claws on your jeans.

Doesn't take kindly to being left behind. Races you to the front door to block your path.

You scratching any surface is an affront to god and straight-up disrespectful, your own skin included. You will perish for your sin.

1v1s all the fruit flies. That one ladybug that got in was cool, though. It may live.

Ladybug found dead on the window sill

Naps close by while you work, but also bites your feet while you work it's time to play!

Teleporting jump scarer. Doesn't matter where you saw him run off to, he's not there anymore clearly he just appeared beside you on the chair.

You can fill another bowl with the amount of food he spills out of his food dish

The camera's on him? Must be time to clean himself in front of your mom and siblings who only call you to see him be his natural self.

SS4 Gohan

It's eery to catch him watching the tv until he falls asleep

Super into the work computer but only when you're working.

Thinks your work set up could use some feng shui so don't mind trying to steal the mouse from you

Grocery inspector

Also the takeout inspector. Doesn't understand why you refuse to let him taste test your food, that came from outside!

Senses danger when the a/c turns on.

Walks off every time he runs into walls and windows during zoomies

Most relaxed when you hum and scratch his chin

'Aww yiss, back rubs to soothe the long da- NOT THE TAIL' BITE BITE

'I'm sorry I didn't mean that please pet my head'

[saiyanwhore]

Arranged (Vegeta X Reader)

Chapter Eleven // Life On Earth

After giving birth, you made it your mission to give Daio a good life. You knew it would already be tough for him, not having a father figure and all.

You had taught Daio everything he knew. You built a small cottage in the middle of the forest, far away from suburban and city life.  You hunted for your and Daio's meals. You took Daio under your wing and taught him survival skills.

He was strong and as stubborn as ever. He had quite a little personality. It reminded you much of his father.

You told him stories of Planet Vegeta. Of his father, the Prince. You told him all about the truth. About Frieza, the space pod, him being born the moment you arrived. Everything. You didn't want to shelter your child, but also Earthlings confused you profusely. Even now that you've lived on Earth for over a decade, humans were odd. You tried to keep Daio away from the city, knowing that he would be confused seeing you confused. It was hard for Daio at first, but he was smart and strong willed. He came to understand everything.

As for appearance, he was almost a carbon copy of Vegeta. He had the dark eyes and everything. Even so, his power level was greater than his father's at this age. Daio was thirteen and always shocked you with his power. He would have made an amazing warrior.

And as of now, he was out searching for dinner.

"Hello mom." He entered the house, veggies in his hands. "You'll never believe what I found."

"What!?" You gasped as you looked at him, a smirk upon his face.

"I found a boy while I was out looking for dinner. He told me his name was Gohan." He grabbed your hand and dragged you out the door, pointing to a little boy standing in your yard.

The poor boy looked terrified. "Look, he has a tail!" Daio announced turning to Gohan and pointing to his tail.

"Daio! You can't be going around stealing children! I'm sure his family is worried sick." You grabbed your son by the ear and pulled him away from Gohan.

The little boy shrunk down against a tree, visibly shaking.

"Now, Gohan. Do you know how to get home from here?" You crouched down to be level with the boy.

He shook his head no as tears started streaming down his face.

"Hey, sweetheart it's okay. We'll find your family. Do you know your parents' names?"

"Uh huh." He sniffled. "Chi-Chi is mommy. Goku is daddy."

Goku. That name sounded awfully familiar.

You giggled as you picked him up.

"Okay Gohan. We'll get you home."

You started flying and looked over at your son. "Now you. I expect you to give me some sort of direction as to where you found him! I'm sure his house is nearby."

Daio rolled his eyes, knowing that was a risky game to play with you.

"Fine." He mumbled.

He took the lead as you followed close behind, being sure to make sure Gohan felt safe.

"How old are you Gohan?" You asked the little boy.

"Four."

Jeez. A little young to be out in the woods by himself.

You traveled maybe five minutes before Daio led you to the ground. His arms crossed as he looked over to you. "Here."

"Drop the attitude." You growled. "Otherwise no training for a week."

His arms immediately dropped to his side. "Yes ma'am."

"GOHAN! GOHAN!"

"Daddy! I'm here!" Gohan jumped up and down as you watched his father lower himself to the ground. He was riding a big, orange cloud.

"Hey kiddo! Where have you been? Your mother almost had my head!" Goku exclaimed, picking Gohan up and ruffling his hair.

"I was lost." Gohan frowned. "But this nice lady helped me!"

Goku looked at you.

Oh my gosh! He's the one who helped me when I landed here!

"Jeez! Thanks." Goku sighed in relief. "Hey! Aren't you the lady who gave birth to that-"

Goku looked over at Daio and gasped. "Wow! Not a baby anymore!"

He giggled as he scratched the back of his head. "What's your name?"

"Daio." He grumbled, crossing his arms and looking off to the side.

"Wow! Talk about a bad attitude!"

"Well, if you met his father you wouldn't be surprised." You pulled your son into a tight hug.

"You've got quite the power level for a kid your age." Goku exclaimed. "Who's been training you?"

"I have, actually." You blushed, looking down at the ground. "Back on our home planet I was the strongest female saiyan."

"Well hey! Maybe I can show you two some techniques from here on Earth sometime."

"Yeah for sure!" You smiled.

"Speaking of which...what's your name again?"

"Y/N."

"Okay Y/N. I have some questions for you. Maybe we could head back to my place and while the boys play, we can talk."

"I'm not playing with a four year old." Daio scrunched his nose and looked over at you.

"Yes you are." You grabbed his collar and dragged him over near Goku. "And yes Goku, we will talk." 

"Let's go!" Goku placed Gohan next to him and they took off, you and Daio following close behind.

Once you landed, Goku sent the boys inside and took you aside to talk to you.

"So, we had an encounter with a Saiyan not too long ago. He told us planet Vegeta was destroyed. His name was Raditz. We just barely beat him. He told us a year from now, two more Saiyans would be arriving. They're working under someone named Frieza. I need to know something..."

Your heart stopped.

Raditz.

Frieza.

Two more Saiyans.

Tears started escaping your eyes and before Goku could ask his question, you fell into his chest and sobbed.

"Woah, woah! It's okay, Y/N!" Goku hugged you tightly.

"My son's father...he's probably dead. I can't imagine Frieza allowed him to stay alive." You cried.

"Hey, look. That's why I want your help!" Goku started. "I need to know what you know about Frieza and these Saiyans coming. You'll know their combat strategies and maybe even their techniques! You can help us fight them. And I can train you and Daio while Gohan goes to train with our friend Piccolo."

You softly smiled at the goofy man in front of you. "Yeah. I'll give you any info you need Goku. And I'm sure Daio will enjoy a change of pace while learning with you."

"Great!! So we'll start tomorrow!"

[butterflyinthewell]

Some stuff about wheelchair!Vegeta with headcanons everywhere:

Vegeta was chronically ill before his injury due to medical abuse by Freeza. He was meant to be stronger than Goku, but will always be a half-step behind because of this, but even he doesn’t know that.

The illness stunted his growth and damaged all his organs. He recovered with lasting damage to his heart and kidneys. Saiyajin bodies compensate for damaged organs until they no longer function, so his liver and spleens(yes two) do some of the work his kidneys used to.

He gets drunk on less alcohol than other Saiyajins because of this.

In human terms he’s in chronic heart and kidney failure. He has to be very careful taking any meds that are toxic to the heart, liver and kidneys.

A human in his condition would be dead in a week. He’s been this way for decades.

His medical rap sheet is many pages long, and he paid huge amounts of money to have his medical records sealed so Freeza wouldn’t use them against him in the future. Medicines dangerous to him due to his organ damage were listed as allergies.

The Androids caused his spinal cord injury and the violent beating left him with PTSD. He already had sub-clinical PTSD symptoms before and this incident is what made it manifest fully.

He lost his ‘little’ spleen because of them. (Which is fine, it’s like a human appendix. He needs the big one, though.)

The damage to his body made his kidneys fail temporarily, so he was put on dialysis until they spontaneously started working again.

For a short time he was a quadriplegic on a ventilator because the surgery to repair his shattered 10th thoracic vertebra caused massive swelling in his spinal cord and brain. Nobody knew if he would survive the night after surgery, and the true extent of how the spinal cord injury affected him couldn’t be assessed until the swelling went down.

Saiyajin central nervous systems swell up when their brain or spinal cord gets punctured or exposed. It’s a vestigial trait from billions of years ago when their evolutionary ancestors’ bodies became toxic to any predator trying to eat them. This “immune edema” normally isn’t survivable, so Vegeta is the first and only Saiyajin to experience it and live.

He was in a coma from May until August. Nobody knew what condition he would be in if he woke up at all. But he did, and spent a long time in a minimally conscious state before becoming alert enough to communicate.

For awhile, he couldn’t use his vocal cords even if he had a Passy-Muir valve attached, so he communicated via AAC through a tablet and a mouth switch.

The brain edema caused neurons to sheer apart. While Saiyajin brains are capable of more neuroplasticity than human brains are, he still sustained a traumatic brain injury. He was diagnosed with epilepsy (he has tonic clonic seizures) caused by scar tissue all over his brain, and it’s inoperable because of the immune edema response. He takes meds to control his seizures and only has breakthroughs when something drastically lowers his seizure threshold.

Vegeta understands epilepsy because Raditz was born with it. Raditz’s was a lot worse and no medication controlled it. (Raditz had focal aware, atonic and tonic clonic seizures. His could be triggered by strobes, but Vegeta’s aren’t.)

Raditz was shameless about his seizures. They were just a thing that happened. Vegeta, in contrast, finds it humiliating if anyone other than Bulma or Trunks sees him have one, doubly so if he wets or soils himself during it.

Raditz tended to get confused, hyperactive and giddy the day after a seizure. Vegeta is bone-tired, struggles with brain fog and has trouble with his short term memory the day after a seizure. It takes him two days to fully recover.

Once all the brain issues settled down, it became clear that Vegeta is a t10 paraplegic, but he still gets autonomic dysreflexia because Saiyajins are more easily prone to it than humans. His experience of it is also worse than humans because he goes right to high blood pressure and a pounding headache. This drops his seizure threshold and it’s a mess. The only thing to control it is stopping the pain signal that’s happening below his lesion and keeping his head above his heart until his BP goes down.

Saiyajins have redundant nerves throughout their spine, so Vegeta can feel his toes, the soles of his feet, his tail scar and some spots on his butt. He can flex his butt muscles, but can’t wiggle his toes. He has no sensation from his belly button to the tops of his feet.

He can hobble along wearing knee-ankle-foot orthotics and using forearm crutches (four point gait) because those muscles in his butt give just enough movement to initiate a leg swing while gravity does the rest. He walks therapeutically to keep his legs from completely atrophying, but prefers his chair to get around.

He’s more prone to G-LOC in the gravity room due to orthostatic hypotension. Bulma programmed the computer to check his blood pressure periodically and tell him to power up if it drops too low since powering up raises blood pressure.

He tends to have seizures if he passes out from G-LOC. His brain is very sensitive to lack of oxygen since his injury.

He can exercise and train in up to 700Gs, but can’t fight in anything above 95 because his blood pressure and unhealthy heart can’t cope. He can die of anoxia if he’s turned upside down, abruptly flipped right side up again and held there while all the blood goes to his legs.

Vegeta doesn’t measure his disability by human standards. He measures it by Saiyajin standards. To able-bodied humans he doesn’t seem all that affected by what happened, but from his perspective he’s extremely affected.

The PTSD can make him violent and quick to anger. He has flashbacks and nightmares. If he gets triggered hard enough, he dissociates to the point of memory blackout. Sometimes he has bouts of depression.

Manual wheelchairs made for humans can’t survive him. He goes to push the wheels and they fly off, or it flies apart if he powers up, or it collapses in the gravity room, so Bulma made him some Saiyajin-proof chairs.

His current wheelchair LOOKS like an ultralight rigid open frame manual wheelchair, but it actually weighs about fifty pounds and is made of similar material to his old armor and attack ball. Unlike us in the real world, he’s got a button to push that’ll poof his chair into a capsule if he’s getting in a car or something. Btw, his chair has a white frame (hanger at 90 degrees and tapered to fit his legs), a hard backing, dark blue upholstery, a silver open tube footrest, black wheels, black push rims, white spoke covers, gold casters and gold bolts.

A regular human probably wouldn’t be able to use the wheelchair at all due to its weight.

His chair can survive up to 700 Gs in the gravity room, can survive him powering up and can take direct ki blasts without falling apart. This is because the frame is solid, not hollow tubes, and the wheels are also solid so they can’t pop or go flat.

His wheels have micro-treads, but he’s got “off road” wheels with huge treads he can switch to if he’s going somewhere outdoors or muddy.

He’s gentle about moving his chair around inside the Capsule Corporation compound, but give him a straightaway with no obstacles and he can shoot himself forward at 50mph on one full-strength push.

One of his fighting moves is to knock someone down, pop a wheelie and slam his casters down on them. Sometimes he keeps going by running them completely over. This could kill an ordinary human.

He can cheat stairs by flying, but finds that annoying and will use a ramp if it’s available.

He can still fight how he used to, just no kicks or leg movement.

All the pills he has to take (extended release Tegretol for his epilepsy, Valium for when a panic attack won’t stop) require a special coating so he metabolizes it with the full benefit instead of getting all the medication in his system at once for an hour. Injected meds work on him the same as a human, though.

Morphine is the go-to pain med when he’s having AD because he metabolizes it the fastest (he sprays it on his gums) but it zonks him out so it’s literally ever only used in dire emergencies where the cause of pain can’t be found or fixed by external means. Using morphine requires he gets blood work after to check on his liver.

Trunks is the only one in the story who grew up with Vegeta in the wheelchair and seeing him being tended to by Bulma whenever his health issues came up, so all his dad’s medical stuff is normal to him. He’s a sweet helper of a kid too and will sometimes ask if he can push Vegeta somewhere.

Actually, Vegeta kinda hates being fussed over, but he feels loved when family does the fussing. If it’s anybody else, though? He gets irritable and embarrassed.

He HATES it if people touch, lean on or move his chair without permission. Gohan makes the mistake of moving the chair exactly one time and learns a really hard lesson to never do it again.

Bulma can sit in the wheelchair without asking when Vegeta isn’t in it, and sometimes she does if she’s sitting at his bedside after he had a medical issue or seizure.

VEGETA’S DISABILITY WILL NOT BE CURED, EVER, NOT EVEN WITH THE DRAGON BALLS.

Vegeta sees his wheelchair as a reminder that he survived something that killed all the other Z-fighters. It’s a source of pride, not shame!

Sometimes he refers to his wheelchair as his throne.

Wheelchair!Vegeta is sexy af.