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[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (213/?)

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Continuity Note: This story This story takes place about 66 years after the events of Dragon Ball Z.

[22 April, Age 850. Toki Toki City.]

Toki Toki City was a special place. Constructed outside of the flow of normal time, it served as the stronghold of the Supreme Kai of Time and her most trusted allies, the Time Patrol. Despite the divine mission of the Time Patrol, the city still functioned much like any other population center, and featured many of the same mundane infrastructure and services. There were a variety of dining facilities, including a cafeteria, which normally served breakfast to the Time Patrol every morning. But this time, the cafeteria had been taken over for a private occasion, as two Patrollers sought to celebrate their recent victory.

"How much longer is this gonna take?"

"Quit whining, Kakarot," Luffa said. "We're not doing this half-assed. I don't want you making excuses about stomach pangs when I beat you."

The man sitting at the counter grinned. "Heh. You won't have to worry about that. I just don't see why you're takin' so long to fix breakfast. We could grab something out of the fridge and bring it with us."

Luffa started chopping leeks with a calm precision that belied her expression. "This is special, Kakarot. You really don't get it, then? They told me you were brought up by aliens--Earthlings like Trunks' mother--but you really don't remember our people at all, do you?"

He crossed his muscular arms and rolled his eyes thoughtfully, as though looking up to his brain to locate an answer. "I only know you keep callin' me 'Kakarot', just like Vegeta always does. Every Saiyan I meet tells me that's my real name, but as far as I'm concerned, my name's always been Son Goku."

Luffa gave him a concerned look as she dumped the leeks into a bowl. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked. "I mean, I don't want to get off on the wrong foot here. I meant no disrespect."

"Nah, it's fine," Goku shrugged. "But it sure is weird havin' people call you two names."

"I… I didn't realize you never understood that," Luffa said. "Your mother named you 'Kakarot'. At least, I assume she did. Believe it or not, you wouldn't be the only Saiyan to grow up among aliens, or to take an alien name. But among our own kind, we Saiyans address each other by our birth names, to honor the Saiyans who gave them to us. I suppose you never knew your Saiyan name, so you wouldn't understand, but it means a lot to us. It's a sign of respect. Even if we were bitter enemies, I'd still do you the honor of acknowledging you as a fellow Saiyan."

Goku scratched his chin. "Well I'll be," he said.

Luffa switched to a crate of eggs and began cracking them expertly on the side of a large beaker. "Besides," she added, "I don't get to hang out with a lot of pure-blooded Saiyans. I… like using the name. It's less lonely that way, if that makes any sense."

"Yeah, it does," Goku said. He was still upbeat and carefree, but there was something somber about his tone. "When my grandpa died--the man who raised me on Earth, I mean--I kept his Dragon Ball. I started calling it 'grandpa', like he was in there somehow. It just made me feel better. I still call it 'grandpa' sometimes, even though I know it's not really him."

Luffa nearly asked how his adoptive grandfather died, but suddenly decided she didn't want to know. Saiyan children were a handful, even for Saiyan parents. And the Earth had a very large moon with a very frequent orbital period. Perhaps the old Earthman had simply died peacefully in his sleep, perhaps not.

"Well, Kakarot," Luffa said, "It's customary for two Saiyans to share a meal before a friendly contest. Sure, we could grab some field rations or slap some flour in water and call it done, but I want to savor this occasion, and I'm betting you've never had any Saiyan cooking before."

"I guess not," Goku said. "Is there something special to it?"

Luffa paused just long enough to point her knife at herself. "Just me, really. The original Saiyan homeworld was a distant legend even in my day. Our ancestors wandered the universe, sometimes establishing new home planets, but mostly roaming the stars in search of adventure. So the ingredients vary with the circumstances. It's more about resourcefulness, cobbbling together a good meal with whatever you have on hand. Of course, Toki Toki City has a really impressive pantry, so I can do pretty much anything I want. Potatoes, sausage, ketchup, they really know how to live on Earth."

"Well whatever you've got going on over there, it sure smells good," Goku said. "I used to cook fish when I lived alone, but Chi-Chi said I wasn't allowed in the kitchen anymore after I caused that fire."

"Hah. Typical," Luffa scoffed. "I've never met a Saiyan man who wasn't all thumbs over a stovetop. Oh, they like to brag about how good they are with their hands, but it never seems to pan out where it counts, if you know what I mean."

Goku laughed. "I know. One time Chi-Chi got this bookshelf for Gohan's room, and I tried to put it together for her and hoo-boy! That was a disaster."

Luffa stared at him incredulously. "No, I was talking about… never mind. You like pineapples, Kakarot?"

"Do I?!" Goku exclaimed.

"Thattaboy," Luffa said, grabbing a can of diced pinapples from the countertop. "So how much do you know about me, exactly? I'm kind of surprised you knew what Chronoa meant when she told you who I was."

"Hmm? Oh, you mean the Super Saiyan Legend." Goku said. "Vegeta told me about it, but he didn't say a lot about you personally. Just that you died a thousand years ago. Nobody said anything about you being a girl, either."

Luffa shrugged. She had already learned this from a Time Patrol mission on Namek, but the Goku she spoke to now was several years older, and she had hoped he would have heard more. It now seemed clear that his only source on Saiyan history was Vegeta, who only had so much information to share. "Better than nothing, I suppose," she finally said.

"I hope it didn't hurt too much," Goku added.

"What?" Luffa asked.

"I mean when you turned into a Super Saiyan for the first time. Things were pretty rough when it happened to me," he explained. "I was in really bad shape and Frieza was killing my friends. Later, when I thought about it, I realized the last Super Saiyan must have gone through the same thing. My boys had an easier time of it, but they're half-Earthling, and that seems to help 'em somehow. But with you and me and Vegeta, well, I think you have to get pushed pretty far to transform like that. I just hope you didn't suffer a lot when it happened."

"I did."

"Oh."

"I made them regret it, though," she said darkly.

"Yeah, I'll bet," Goku said with a knowing smile. "You're no pushover, Luffa. I can tell that just watchin' you chop that tomato. You're holdin' back a ton of power. You must have worked hard to keep it under control."

"I could say the same about you, Kakarot," she replied. "The way you sit there you'd think you were just some ordinary guy. You're not like any Saiyan I ever met before. Most of us wear it on our sleeves, but you, you're totally relaxed. Something tells me you're gonna stay that way right up until we're ready to start."

Goku simply chuckled.

"You must have kept it together a lot better than I did," Luffa said. "When you first transformed, I mean. All that Earth-style martial arts must have helped you regulate the form."

"Nah, it was pretty touch-and-go for a while. I was so mad at Frieza that I didn’t really want to rein it in, you know?"

"Heh. Yeah, tell me about it," Luffa said. "I didn’t mind until I ran out of things to fight, and then I realized I couldn’t turn it off. Fortunately I had some friends there to talk me down." She looked up from the eggs she was whisking. "I wouldn’t tell anyone else, Kakarot, but it scared the hell out of me. I thought I’d go crazy, or blow myself up, or…"

"Really?" Goku asked. "I thought you old-timer Saiyans knew all about that stuff."

She shook her head. "I guess the transformation itself never made it into the legends," Luffa said. "I knew about Chanisp and old Darbock and the other great heroes, but I never had any idea that they might have turned blonde to do the things they did. And none of those guys were women, so I don’t think anyone would have bothered filling me in. I had no idea what was happening to me."

"Wow, that must have been rough," Goku said.

"Well, like I said, I had someone there to help me. Same as you, I guess."

"No, I was mostly on my own," Goku said. "I mean, King Kai was keepin’ tabs on me from Otherworld, but I sent everyone else to get off the planet. After that, I spent a while in space before I made it to Planet Yardrat."

"I’ve heard of it," Luffa said. "In my era, it was said they developed some interesting techniques. Always wanted to go there… So they must have helped you get your powers under control."

Goku shook his head. "No, they showed me some things, but they weren’t very strong, so they didn’t know where to begin with that."

"Then how’d you--?"

There was a faraway look in his eye as he answered. "I was pretty scared myself at first, just like you were. But I remembered what Vegeta had said, about how scared Frieza was of a Super Saiyan showing up. And then Frieza asked me what I was, and I just knew. The story was true, and that meant that I wasn't the only one. There had to be another Saiyan, a long time ago, with the same power."

He locked eyes with Luffa and smiled. "And I knew if that old-timer Saiyan could handle it, then I could control it too. That was what kept me goin’. I had a couple of close calls on my way to Yardrat, and I almost wrecked my ship a few times. I probably would've lost control out in space and kicked the bucket, but I didn’t give up, because I knew he didn’t give up. Well, ’she’, I guess. Oops! Sorry, I guess I mean you, huh?"

"Are you saying… I helped you?" she asked. Suddenly she caught a whiff of something burning, and she darted over to save one of her pans.

"Yeah, I guess so!" Goku said. "Boy this time travel stuff sure is funny, huh? Even though the Supreme Kai of Time told me who you were, I guess I didn’t think it through. I never imagined I’d get to thank you in person. And look at you! You must have been younger than me when you became a Super Saiyan, and you didn’t even have someone like Vegeta to tell you about it. Hey, what’s wrong? You okay over there?"

"N-Nothing," Luffa said with a sniffle. "It's fine. I just… hey, you like onions, right?"

"Sure! They’re great on chili dogs and all sorts of other things! Chi-Chi doesn’t like what they do to my breath, but I guess she doesn’t have to know…"

"Fine, because…" Luffa paused to wipe something from her face. "I’m chopping a whole bunch of onions. Yeah. Like, all of them. I won’t tell her if you don’t."

"You bet!" He suddenly had a very coy look on his face. "We’ll keep it between us Legendary Super Saiyans, right?"

"Right, Kakarot," she said with a stifled sob.

After eating, Luffa escorted Goku to the Time Plaza, where they were greeted by the Supreme Kai of Time, and Trunks. The rest of the Time Patrol was still hard at work on repairing the city, and there were construction details all around them. Trunks was usually very serious about his duty, but for once he was in very good humor. Chronoa, on the other hand, seemed mildly annoyed with them.

"You’re late," she said to Goku and Luffa when they arrived. "You know, it’s not polite to keep a Supreme Kai of Time waiting. Ironic, sure, but not very professional."

"Sorry, ma’am," Luffa said. "We would have been here sooner if someone had helped me with the dishes."

Goku simply rubbed the back of his scalp and laughed sheepishly. It was enough to charm Chronoa into a better mood, and Luffa began to wonder if this was his technique for getting out of chores. It seemed very likely that Son Goku had never washed a dish in his life.

"It’s all right," Chronoa said. "Without you two, Tokitoki City wouldn’t even be here. You’ve earned some downtime. How was breakfast?"

"Well I’ve had better omelets," Goku said, as he patted his belly, "but I sure can’t complain about the portions!"

"I’m standing right here, you insensitive oaf," Luffa said frostily. "And I don’t remember seeing you in the Crack of Time while I killed Demigra."

"Hey we had our hands full in the Time Nest," Goku said with a giggle.

As Luffa turned to Chronoa to discuss the logistics of their time-jump, and Trunks took Goku aside.

"Listen, Goku," he said, "I’m pretty busy right now, so I might not get a chance to say this before you head back to your own time, but could you--?"

Goku took his hand and shook it firmly. "When I get back, I’ll make sure to send Vegeta and Bulma your regards," he said. "You’ve accomplished a lot here, Trunks. Your father will be proud of everything you've built here. I know I sure am."

Trunks smiled. "It was good to see you again, Goku. Good luck with your fight."

"Hey, about that," Goku said, tugging his sleeve before Trunks could turn to leave. He leaned in and held his hand over one side of his face. "You’ve sparred with her before, right? Do you got any advice for me?"

"Did you bring a cup?" Trunks asked. His face suddenly bore an uncomfortable expression.

"What? No, we already ate, Trunks," Goku said. "What do I need a cup for? I’m not thirsty."

Trunks became even more anxious, and then he closed his eyes, as though resigned to the situation. "Never mind," he said. "You two have fun out there, okay?"

"Kakarot, are we doing this or not?!" Luffa demanded. "The door’s open, let’s go!"

"I’ll be right there!" Goku said. "Well, I gotta go, Trunks. Take care!"

Trunks watched him run off, then turned and shook his head. "It'll be fine," he said to himself as he walked off to attend to other matters. "They'll be just fine."

[9 May, Age 791. The Tuffle Planet.]

The Parallel Quest system in Toki Toki City relied upon a fleet of time machines, each modified to travel to various time fragments that had been preserved by Chronoa for research and training purposes. Time Patrollers would visit these fragments to experience moments in history, or to simulate mission scenarios they would encounter in the field. The main advantage of the fragments was that they each replicated a short span of time in the genuine universe, complete with many of the same events in the true history, but the fragments were completely isolated from the timeline. This meant that a Patroller could take almost any action in a PQ mission without altering history. The fragment would simply reset and return to its original state.

And so, this made the PQ system the ideal venue for two Super Saiyans to do battle. Any collateral damage would be of no consequence, and Goku and Luffa could fight as hard as they pleased. The only detail left would be to choose a proper setting for their battle, and Trunks had arranged this the night before. He had explained his choice to Luffa, but for Goku, this would be a surprise.

"Wow. So where are we anyway?" Goku asked as he peeked out of the dome-shaped canopy of the time machine.

"Planet Vegeta," Luffa said. "Or Plant, depending on who you ask. There’s a divergent timeline where a Tuffle machine mutant asked Shenron to recreate the whole planet inside Earth's solar system. He was planning to repopulate it with Earthlings infested with Tuffle spores, or something like that, but it didn’t pan out. Anyway, in this time frame, the planet we're on is deserted, so you and I can duke it out without any distractions."

They had both jumped out of the time machine as Luffa explained this, but Goku's attention was focused more on the horizon than on her words. The sky was crimson, with thin wispy clouds overhead. It almost looked like Earth around sunset, but the sun was still high above them, along with a large blue crescent. For a moment, Goku wondered if this was the moon, but then he sensed the ki from the living energy of the body, and recognized it as Earth.

The gravity was higher than on Earth, though it did not bother Goku at all. He had heard long ago that the Saiyan homeworld had a higher gravity, similar to that of King Kai's planet. Long ago, those conditions had given Goku some difficulty, but by now he was so acclimated to high-gravity environments that he barely noticed the difference. What truly made the planet look strange to him was the architecture. In the distance lay a city centered around a crater. A butte rose out of the middle of the crater, and on top of this stood a massive tower, with flying buttresses extending from all sides and reaching out to the city below like great steel tentacles. Goku had never seen anything like it in his travels. It was all quite strange to him.

And yet, there was something familiar about it at the same time.

"Say, I was born here, wasn’t I?" Goku asked.

"Yeah," Luffa said. "Trunks thought it would make a good neutral battlefield for us. It’s a Saiyan home-world, so we know it can take a pounding, but it’s new to both of us. You were sent away as a baby, and I've never been here before. I can see why Saiyans would want to live here, though. It is kind of pleasant to look at, don’t you think?"

"I guess," Goku said. "But it seems kind of creepy with all these buildings and no one else around. Besides, we ain’t here to admire the view."

"Damn straight," Luffa said. "Listen, before we get down to business, I have a request."

"Huh? A request? Okay, shoot."

"I don't know about you, but I've wanted something like this for years," Luffa said. "I never imagined I'd actually get to meet one of the old Super Saiyans, or that I'd live long enough to see the next guy… well, you. So just getting to fight you is a big deal for me."

"I'm pretty excited about it too," Goku said.

"Well, the thing is, there's no guarantee that we're evenly matched," Luffa said. "The fight will settle that, but we're from different eras. If Chronoa had contacted the Kakarot from five years earlier, you'd be five years weaker than you are today."

"I think I follow you," Goku said, though his expression suggested otherwise. "

"Look, there's a chance one of us could overwhelm the other," Luffa said. "I'm a lot stronger than I was when I first transformed, and I know you've come a long way yourself, but what are the odds that were dead even in this moment?"

"I guess we'll just have to find out," Goku said as he started rotating his shoulders to limber up.

"Of course, but what I'm getting at is that we shouldn't be in a hurry to settle things," Luffa said. "Even if this turns out to be a mismatch, it's still special to me. So let's take our time and savor the moment. It's a special occasion, you know? I bet every Super Saiyan before us wishes they could be doing what we're about to do."

"All right, that works for me," Goku said. "I'll ramp things up if it gets too dull, but otherwise… yeah, we oughta drag this out as long as we can."

"Good," Luffa said as she adjusted her gloves. "Now that that's settled, we ought to start out as Super Saiyans, right? Seems kind of appropriate."

Goku nodded. "Ladies first," he said.

Luffa nodded curtly and threw her head back as she transformed. Golden flames flickered around her as her hair glowed with a harsh yellow light.

"Incredible," Goku said. "From the feel of it, you’re more used to this form than your normal state."

"Let’s get on with this," Luffa said. "Or are you going to make me wait another thousand years?"

Goku balled his fists and widened his stance. He made a sort of humming noise as he gathered his energy, and then he cried out as he unleashed it into his transformation. His hair now glowed just like Luffa’s, and their fiery auras mingled together.

"A lot like Trunks," Luffa said. "I should have noticed it before. He said it was your son who trained him. But I couldn’t sense any of this in you over breakfast. It’s like you’re a whole other person now." She bent her knees and settled into a defensive posture. "Ready?"

Goku crouched and angled his body to one side, pointing his right knee towards Luffa. He lowered his hands just below his chest, and kept them slightly open, as though ready to grab or punch at a moment’s notice.

"Yeah! Let’s do this!" he said. But neither of them moved. Anxious as they were to begin, neither wanted to open with a mistake.

And then suddenly, without warning, they both rushed towards each other. Luffa landed the first blow, but it was only a glancing strike, as Goku had twisted his upper body to avoid it. He tried to bring his knee up to Luffa’s midsection, but she somersaulted out of range. Once she landed, she leaped towards him to hit him from behind, but Goku spun around and caught her in the face with his forearm. She toppled over, but just as her body had reached a certain angle, she swung up her leg and kicked at Goku’s face. He blocked this, but not the second kick she threw with her other leg a split second later. Then she broke her fall and launched herself into the air, where she held out her arms, expecting to exchange ki blasts from a distance

Then suddenly Goku was behind her. She had sensed his movement, but her position had left her ill-prepared to react. He grabbed her arm and started swinging her around. Then, to his surprise, she grabbed hold with her other arm, and started applying her own power to spin him. To an outside observer, it would have looked like a mid-air figure-skating routine, sped up to an absurd degree.

At last, they separated, and Goku went crashing to the ground, his body carving a trench as he slid into the ruddy earth of his birthworld. He scrambled to get back to his feet, but found Luffa was already standing over him.

"You like to toy with your opponents, too," she said. The she kicked him in the chest and sent him flying. An instant later she was beside Goku, flying under her own power to match Goku’s trajectory.

"We’ve got a lot in common," she added.

She raised her hands and gave him a double axehandle to his back, sending him back down to the ground. This time Goku landed on his hands and knees, but Luffa was once again right there to meet him.

"It’s weird, right?" she asked. "Like having a brother--wulp!!"

This time Goku was ready for her. When she tried to kick him in the ribs, he leaped up into a handstand to avoid it, then swung out one of his legs for a kick to her jaw. She barely managed to duck this, but not the palm strike which followed. For a moment, she stumbled backward, clutching her face, and Goku used the opening to flip himself upright again.

"I had a brother," Goku said. He was as cheerful as ever, but there was an edge to his voice as he said: "I was hopin’ you’d be more of a challenge than he was."

When she recovered and turned to face him again, she looked like she had been chopping onions again. She looked furious for a moment, then she made a vicious smile. "Bored already?" she asked. "If you want to turn it up, Kakarot, go right ahead. I can handle anything you want to throw at me."

"Is that so?" Goku asked. "You’re wide open, Luffa. You’re bein’ way too sloppy for you to be talkin’ like that. You must be up to something."

"I’m just used to giving other Saiyans a handicap, that’s all," she said. "Especially the men. I know how hard it is for your egos when you can’t even land a little offense."

"It is kinda frustratin’, I won’t argue with that," Goku said. "But I’ve tagged you a few times already, so you don’t need to worry about me anymore."

Suddenly he vanished, and before Luffa could react he was directly in front of her, his right hand closing in on her trapezius. She managed to tilt to one side to avoid it, but this was only a feint. She realized this only when Goku’s other hand had collided with her gut, knocking the wind out of her.

"You'd better start blocking my hits from now on," he said ominously. "You won't last long like this."

"Why not?" She gasped. She recovered and looked him dead in the eye. "If that’s all you’ve got, I can play with you all day!"

Goku was impressed, but not so surprised that he forgot to prepare another strike. He raised his hand for a punch to her face, but she foiled this by swinging her own arm across to deflect it, slapping him across the cheeks in the process.

The attack stung Goku’s pride more than anything else.

Instinctively, he retaliated in kind, slapping Luffa with his own open palm. Her head recoiled from the blow, but she immediately responded with an even harder slap. They went on like this for several seconds, until Luffa went for a punch instead. Goku blocked it and returned fire.

From here, their fight descended into a stalemate, as both Super Saiyans threw punches at close quarters, with neither landing a direct hit. The rhythm of punches, blocks, and dodges was almost soothing in its way. It was almost too soothing for Luffa, as Goku angled his body to avoid her fist and then kept turning, setting up a spin kick. His boot connected with her right flank, but she was able to roll with it enough to dampen the impact.

For a moment, it seemed the stalemate was broken, as Goku relied on his kicks to keep Luffa at a safe distance. He was taller, which gave him an advantage in reach. As long as he kept up his momentum and moved his legs to where they needed to be, Luffa couldn't get close enough to strike back. Ki blasts were always an option, but neither of them were ready to go there. In the moment, it meant more to Luffa to overcome him without changing the terms of battle. And so she continued to play along, flying around Goku and searching for an opening to strike. Likewise, Goku continued to keep up his game, daring Luffa to find a solution instead of shifting to a new tactic.

The answer was simple enough. Goku had longer limbs, but there was one reach Luffa possessed that he did not. She goaded Goku into throwing kicks that extended his leg as far as possible. Each time she avoided his feet, but sometimes he would graze her skin with the soles of his boots. Then, at last, she moved in close enough for him to land a strike, and she caught his leg in her arms. This left her wide open, and Goku went for a punch, but then Luffa flipped around and caught him on the jaw with the tip of her tail.

The strike wasn't hard enough to knock Goku back, but it did rattle him enough to break his guard, allowing Luffa to release his leg and deliver a heavy knee to his abdomen. This sent him flying backward through the air until he managed to recover and stop himself.

Luffa was already on top of him to press her attack. Earlier, she had kept her tail out of the fight, lulling Goku into a false sense that she would not, or could not use it offensively. Now, she used it along with her arms and legs, battering Goku on all sides, whirling around like a top.

She had inspired him! This thought continued to percolate through Luffa's mind as she pressured him. Despite the centuries between them, despite her story being lost to time and suppressed by her enemies, some small part of Luffa's example had still managed to find its way to her successor. It had brought her to tears in the cafeteria, and now that they were fighting in earnest, she could pour her emotions into combat. It was more than she dared to hope for, and now she could show him what she truly was, and inspire him to achieve even greater things.

To his credit, Goku continued to block and dodge her attacks without giving up any ground. Now it was his turn to find a solution without escalating the battle or shifting to a different scenario. She expected him to grab her tail, much the same way she had foiled his kicks by targeting his leg. It only made sense for him to try this, since she would have to face away from him to attack with her tail, and if he managed to get a good grip on her, he would have a free shot. But this was not what happened.

Instead, as she spun around, she found Goku holding his hands in front of his face. For an instant, she wondered why he had left his guard down and moved in to capitalize. In the next instant, she regretted falling for his trap, as Goku suddenly cried out "Taiyo-ken!"

Suddenly, the world went white around Luffa, and she found herself unable to see anything. Even her ki senses were dazzled by the brilliance. She had encountered this technique before during Time Patrol missions, but she hadn't expected Goku to employ such a maneuver, and not in this situation. Now that it had happened, Luffa was forced to back off, and she anticipated a heavy strike.

Instead, when the blow came, it was far lighter than she had anticipated. Luffa barely managed to block it, having detected Goku's approach with her other senses. She did not, however, manage to deflect the second strike, or the third, and so on. By now, her vision was returning, but she found herself too imperiled to actually make any use of it. Goku was all over her, hitting her from all sides.

At last, Luffa became frustrated enough to put a stop to it. Raising her power, she suddenly caught each of Goku's hands as he struck, and used her knees to deflect his kicks. Soon, their melee battle had ended, and was now a test of strength. They each pushed against the other, with their fingers interlocked together.

"Impressive, Kakarot," Luffa grunted to him as they struggled. "You don't seem quite as strong as you were when you fought… Lord Beerus… but it seems like some of that god power must have rubbed off on you."

"Thanks," Goku said. "Lord Beerus told me that my body must have 'memorized' the god form somehow. I can't turn into a Super Saiyan God on my own, but I can still use some of that power in my regular Super Saiyan form."

"You're… going… to need it!" Luffa growled as she pushed harder. Their struggle had begun in the air, but the two of them slowly floated to the ground, as each of them sought something solid to stand on to improve their position.

"I can't… argue with that!" Goku replied. "You're really… urrgh… really something, Luffa. To think… you got this far… in such a short time…"

"I got a lot farther than this," Luffa said with a smirk. "Let me show you."

"Huh?" Goku began to ask, but before he could say anything else, Luffa increased her ki, and began to force Goku backward. Unable to resist her, all he could do was take a step back, and then another, and another. He tried to pull free of her, only to find that Luffa wouldn't let go.

"Confused?" Luffa asked. "Let me make it simple for you."

With a loud yelp, she pushed him harder and faster, causing Goku to lose his footing altogether. She now shoved him backward, driving him faster and faster until they crashed into something. When the dust settled, Goku realized they had plowed through a mesa and caused it to collapse. But Luffa still wouldn't let go, and she swung him around and smashed him into one of the largest portions of the mesa that was still standing.

Her grip seemed to be inescapable, but as Luffa prepared to fling him into something else, Goku brought up his legs and slipped them between their arms. Once he had threaded the space between them, Goku bent his knees around Luffa's arms, and applied enough pressure to force her to let go of his hands. With his arms freed, Goku could then take advantage of the position, and while he had Luffa's arms caught in his legs, he brought his hands together and drove them down on her head with tremendous force.

Luffa stumbled backward as they separated, and Goku followed up with an elbow smash aimed between her neck and left shoulder. She seemed dazed, but just before he could connect, she recovered and dropped to the ground. This threw Goku off-balance just enough for her to slide between his ankles and get behind him. Before he could turn around, she was back on her feet and wrapping her arms around his belly.

"What the--?" Goku asked. The answer was: back suplex.

With a savage grunt, Luffa threw herself backward and pulled Goku along with her, driving him head-first to the ground. That was her plan, anyway. What she hadn't counted on was Goku's reversal. He made a grunt of his own on the way down, and his golden aura flashed more intensely as he applied his power. He raised his hands so that they would hit the ground first, and when they made contact he generated a force through his legs that propelled his body forward, adding to the momentum of Luffa's throw. This allowed him to perform something like a handstand, but with Luffa still hanging onto his waist.

It was an awkward position, but more awkward for Luffa, who now had to decide whether to release her grip or take her chances on whatever Goku would do next. Before she could choose, Goku took flight, and grabbed hold of her wrists, trapping her. He then flew backwards, angling towards a large rock formation in the distance. But just as they reached it, Luffa's hands began to glow…

The planet was deserted, but if an observer had been there to witness the battle, they would have seen the two Super Saiyans collide with the hillside while simultaneously blasting it apart with an explosive wave of golden ki energy. The entire hill was blanketed with a cloud of dust and debris, which all glowed red from the residual energy of the blast. And when the color faded, and the dust cleared, this hypothetical observer would have found both Super Saiyans floating over what was left of the hill, completely unscathed.

"You managed to dodge that?" Luffa asked. "I'm impressed."

"I could say the same to you, Luffa," Goku said with a smirk. "You're no slouch, that's for sure."

"All right, maybe it's time we picked up the pace," Luffa said. "I was a little worried that the planet might get damaged, but from what I've seen, it looks like it'll be tough enough to handle this."

"Yeah," Goku said. "As long as nobody shoots straight down, I think we'll be all right. We are using blasts from here on, right?"

"Of course," Luffa replied. "As far as I'm concerned, everything's on the table. Oh, I get it… you were waiting for me to do it first, just to prove you didn't need to resort to that."

"Heh… Something like that," Goku said.

"Games within games, huh?" Luffa said. "There's more to you than meets the eye, Kakarot. Well, I'd say we're done with the warm up. Let's move on to the next stage."

As they circled each other in the air, both of them raised their arms and prepared to continue.

NEXT: Son Goku's Arsenal

#dragon ball #fanfiction #lssjluffafic #super sayian #luffa #goku #trunks #supreme kai of time #the tuffle planet

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subatoism · 2 years ago

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First lines game

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you’ve written less than ten, just share what you’ve got.

I was tagged by @bijoumikhawal. I haven’t been writing much recently for School Reasons, but it’s spring break now, so who knows? Maybe I’ll make a little progress~

1. Soulmarks were probably the reason that humans had such a bad reputation for being ‘dirty exhibitionists’, as Felix put it. (untitled wip in which first physical contact with a soulmate leaves a smudge of color on human skin)

2. As he pulled open the door of his father’s restaurant, Benjamin was greeted by a front of warm air, contrasting the Autumn chill, and the unmistakable scent of Joseph Sisko’s famous jambalaya. (untitled siskoshir AU in which Julian works as a live-in carer)

3. Elim woke before Bashir, which was not surprising. Frankly, it was more surprising that he’d fallen asleep in another person’s company at all — a rare occurrence since his youth, and by design. (a bouquet of rain)

4. Julian stepped off the freighter and immediately inhaled a lungful of ash. (where no waves rise)

5. “Oh, come off it, you can’t really believe that.” His companion is leaning back in his chair at Quark’s, a glass of some unfamiliar Terran liquor paused halfway to his lips. (a spark that kindles a furnace)

6. “Tell me, do you make a habit of lying, Doctor Bashir?” (as you were before)

7. Cardassians do not have religion. This is a statement frequently made to outsiders, particularly Federaji, to exemplify the superiority of the Cardassian Union. Whether or not it is true is irrelevant. (scenes on familiar soil)

8. “Quark brought what onto the station?!” (invisible ink)

9. What Elim liked most about Julian Bashir was that he did not shy away from confrontation— not with his enemies, and not with his friends either. (Sacrifices)

10. When does a lie become the truth? His cousin Saiya once told him, when they were both small, that a lie was alright if you could see it through to the end. If you never got caught. (as light through ether)

Tagging: @nebulouscoffee @rayne-the-neutrois-nerd @hellostuffedtiger @fancy-a-dance-brigadier @the-last-dillpickle @conceptadecency

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utmostzenith · 11 months ago

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Identity

Name: Kefla Date of Birth: 05/01 Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Age: 60 Height: 213.36 cm Weight: 654 kg (looks like he weighs 84 kg) IQ: 300 Place of Birth: Sadala National/Cultural Affiliation: Sadalian

Appearance

Kefla's hairstyle is a mixture of both of those owned by the saiyaness, being spiky like Caulifla's with bangs framing both sides of his face, while the majority of his black hair is held up in a ponytail like Kale's. His facial features and eye shape are more reminiscent of Caulifla's, but his complexion is a middle between both of their skin-types complexions.

He has taken a liking to good-looking clothes and has changed from his previous attire. He wears a blue denim jean, a black belt with a golden K as a buckle, a red coat, a black crop top that leaves, two golden necklaces, black sneakers. Furthermore, he also has a simple golden earring on his left earlobe plus a black earring just below. Just below it a simple black earring and to finish it all, a black ring designed with a golden mosaic representing his love for nature.

Moreover, he has darkened silver eyes, proof of his demonic constitution, a tribal tattoo on his entire right arm that reaches all the way up to his neck made by his best friend. This is followed by another tattoo that represents the sun on the back of his left palm, made by the same person.

Physique

Well-developed drawn bodily muscles, as one should expect from a saiyan. The best that he could achieve ever since he started to train and work-out. Greatly proud of his physique, he does not hesitate to show it off by wearing clothes that let his arms and stomach visible. Every so often, his legs as well.

Personality

Kefla is rather ruthless as a person, willing to utilize whatever means to achieve what he wants. As an ancient mafia leader, he has claimed that trust and profit are his concerns, also remarking once that his motivation is to maximize his profits and eliminate anyone in the way by any means necessary. One could consider him cynical, as he does not trust what anyone says unless he experiences it for himself.

Reckless to a dangerous level, as he does not see a point to living his life peacefully; such a lifestyle would bore him to death. A man of business who always keeps his calm even in the most awful of situations. Quick to grab on any event or opportunities that will help his interest. He is not the friendliest person around, but he respects someone as long as they respect him all the same.

Job

A captain in the Sadalian army who often spends his time outside the planet to achieve dangerous tasks or training the soldiers who are to obey everything he says.

Skills and abilities

He is a talented fighter who knows various martial arts, both with weapons and without weapons in the hands. The weapons he can use efficiently are the great sword, long sword, sword and shield, dual blades, bow, axe, hammer, gun, and his favorite brass knuckles with spikes.

His control over his ki is great enough that he has the reputation of being one of the greatest users of ki on Sadala. A level of control acquired by spending hours doing meditation and exercising himself. Even now, he still takes the time to practice the power output behind each of his moves that require his ki.

He has an incredible ability to heal people and himself, but such cannot do anything about people who have died, are sick or are poisoned. Still, he can easily heal the loss of a limb or an important organ. His healing also happens to restore stamina.

Time and Space are a concept he has a decent amount of control over. Something that he cannot explain, but does not mind having. He is still testing the water with this. The only reason he thinks he can do those things is when the energy of a creature he killed entered his body.

His ability to create is very limited, but he still finds it useful to have spent hours in the time chamber, as there are still plenty of things he can make just by thinking about it. Anything else that is too much for his mind often nearly kills him as it overwhelms his brain.

One more ability that he loves more than anything is the ability to teleport that some god of creation have. An ability that allows him to get to anywhere he wants without needing to sense the ki of someone, and without the distance being an issue. He just needs to go to the area once or be able to see it to teleport to it.

Hobbies

He has different hobbies to keep himself busy and entertained when he has days off.

Painting and drawing frequently happen, as he loves to express his creativity through those, but only keeps those to himself.

Another hobby of his is playing the most complex of songs on a piano. It is a decent exercise to control his strength as well.

Another thing he loves is to get spaceships, cars, motorcycles that are legally unable to work as they are usually just destroyed and build them back up from the ground into something great and cool which he sells online.

Blacksmith is the least indulged of his hobbies, but it definitely is one that he does. This particular hobby actually helps when it comes to fighting and making the shape of a weapon with his ki. That is why he can actually shape his ki into various shapes, unlike the others who can only do so to a minimal level.

Alignment: neutral evil

Kefla does whatever he can get away with. He is out for himself, pure and simple. He sheds no tears for those he kills, whether for profit, sport, or convenience. Furthermore, he has no love of order and holds no illusion that following laws, traditions, or codes would make him any better or more noble. On the other hand, he doesn't have the restless nature or love of conflict that some of the people he hangs with have.

He is primarily concerned with himself and his advancement. He has no particular objection to working with others or, for that matter, doing it on his own. His only interest is in getting ahead. If there is a quick and easy way to gain a profit, whether it be legal, questionable, or obviously illegal, he takes advantage of it.

An unscrupulous, self-serving character who is only out for himself. Power, glory, wealth, position, and anything that will make his life more comfortable is his goal. It matters not who gets caught in the middle, as long as he comes out smelling like a rose.

He will attack and kill an unarmed foe. He will harm and may kill an innocent. Furthermore, he will use torture to extract information and for pleasure. He may kill for pleasure. He will not help those in need without a reward, and he works well alone or in a group.

Relationship

Relationships mean next to nothing to him. As far as he remembers, any sort of relationship he has with someone can hardly be called such. From experience, there is no point to forming a bond with someone that can potentially stab him in the back at any moment. It is a mindset that he grows with, and such makes him keep most people at arm length. He has spent most of his youth with people that were willing to betray one another in exchange for something.

Such has taught him that there is no one that can be trusted, and that betrayal does not happen until one of the sides in the relationship loses its use. This is what he believes a relationship to be, it remains strong and alive as long as both sides don't find something better elsewhere.

It is with this mindset that he interacts with people, and should the other side want something more than acquaintance. He will act accordingly, but his feelings will never be present. Every so often, however, someone manages to find their way through the tiniest cracks in the walls that surround his hearts.

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sturbewi · 10 days ago

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BRO I will admit that I am dense and has a brain of a goldfish or even so, a jellyfish. However I will never understand ngano naa koy bugok na igsuon huhu. She's actually knowlegeable on different things but bugok kay siya in a way na she's insensitive, lacks empathy and doesn't feel a sense of responsibility for others. She expects people to do her any favors when she doesn't gives us the resources to do so. For instance, she be leaving her pets and asks us to care of them but HOW????? we don't have the resources nga. As much as we love animals, we do not have enough time, space and finance to provide enough care for them, atleast nalang gud unta magshoulder sa expenses. When we address this problem to her, she gon usually whine like "kamo palit sa food kay wala koy kwarta." FOR GOD'S SAKE, BAGA KAYKAG NAWONG 😭😭😭. Maski wala pa siya'y stable job, daghan gyapon kay siya ways of income karon so it's obnoxious of her to say that. Taking in pets is really expensive, kung di diay nimo afford mag provide, edi dili magpatakag adopt ulol. Currently, she's planning na mag multi-agri business sa farm sa Balingasag which would have been a great idea if sa property niya lang only i-apply. The thing is, gusto niya gamiton tanan namo yuta gikan samo mag-igsuon which I'm really against knowing lahi-lahi namig plans daan samong properties and 80/20 (80 iyaha, 20 amo 😧) ra daw ang shares sa income kay saiya daw gikan ang puhunan, LUSI NIMO 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕, AS IF WE VERBALLY AND CONTRACTUALLY AGREED WITH YOUR PLAN IN THE FIRST PLACE. ulol second generation na pabigat sa Blanco

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aympeculiar · 3 months ago

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I FUCKING HATE YOU

After all this month i endure, i finally had enough. I can’t fight any longer. Before you judge me check yourself first and see how you treat me, both good and bad side. We both failed. But i hate it how you deny your wrong doings. Kabalo ka how selosa i am. YES ga compliment ka sometimes sako pero SOMETIMES it’s so hard na ilove ka na wa nag match atoang love language genil, one of the top na ako love language is word of affirmation. I affirm, pero ikaw wala you dont reciprocate. I know it’s kinda toxic but it’s really a big deal for me, na icompliment ko nimo tapos napansin nako lately always other people imo gina compliments.

COMPLEMENTING is the best thing that will make me feel alive pero sa sariling boyfriend nako d nako makuha saiya. I hate it, super i hate it cause never nahitabo ni saako. If you cant compliment your girl other guy will.

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violentstories · 4 months ago

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Another hellish exercise from Rillia. A divinity of near endless might, and a character perfectly fitting of such. Harsh, crude and blunt. But passionate in anything she took interest in. Such happened to be the case with the young saiyaness she found. Her ability to heal, far stronger than anything ever seen before. The ability to heal, usually used only to support people. But when used for yourself, you'd become an unstoppable force of nature. If you had the strength, that is.

It was why the divinity had been relentless and brutal in the training of the young saiyan. Purposely making her do things that will injure her so she would become better at self-healing. Such a determination that Rillia could only be impressed by. Regardless of what she made the saiyaness do, she never refused. However, she was from an interesting race. As soon as she finished healing her body, entirely. Her power level astronomically rose. Even more so, making the power of healing more useful to her.

Perhaps, it was time to go into harder exercise. An exercise to satiate the curiosity Rillia had. How long it'd take for her student to be able to dodge one of her blows? There was only one way to find out.

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lovejeziel · 5 months ago

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Cutting off someone

Hi tumblr.

I just want to let this off my chest.

Uhm, i have someone nga ako gipili e cut-off recently. She was actually my friend, one of the important people in my circle. But i just chose to cut her off now.

The reason is that, i felt that she doesn't value me as a friend. Murag nagkadugay, nagka kampante na siya nga balewalaon ko and honestly i didn't see it until niabot na ko sa point nga na disrespect nako niya. Actually, some of my friends who knew her told me about her redflags but as the kind of person nga di ko ganahan mao ako panglantaw sa tao, wala ko nitoo, I am not that kind of person nga once naay pangit nga iingon sa akoa regarding sa isa ka tao, mutoo dayun ko and muiwas. No, i am not like that. I don't know why but eversince ing-ana ko. Dili lang sa friends but also sa family and relationship. That's why i always end up hurting because ing-ana ko. I don't actually regret it and i don't wanna change that kay kabalo man gyud ko mabag-o ang tao, depende nalang jud niyag pilion niya mabag-o or dili. Also, tungod kay naa koy ing-ana nga type of batasan, medyo ubay baya sab ako na save sa darkest times nila and it's actually fulfilling when you saved someone from despair and ingnan kag "thank you kay naa ka diha when i needed someone to lean on". Dili man siguro ni sa pa as if buutan noh but naa baya gyuy tawo kinahanglan ug pareha nako.

So to continue, kani man jud ni nga person is eversince nag ila mi, she was somehow sober and depressed. Naay mga times nga ginaadto namo siya sa isa ka lugar kay magpa rescue, akoang ubanan ug bilar chinat kay kinahanglan ug kastorya, gina advise'san inig di siya kabalo unsa iya buhaton, naay time nga naghilaka siya gawas sa gitrabahoan saiya uyab (that time) unya gitawagan ko kay need ko niya bahalag kamulo kog grocery kay grabeg hilaka, so on and so forth. Things i do for her para ma okay siya and i do it because i am her friend and not because i'm pretending buutan ko. It is because I FUCKING CARE!

Recently, nagka baby siya. I was so happy that nakalingkawas siya saiya labor. I was so happy that her baby is healthy. There are a lot of instances that I try to see her and her baby but she always rejects my invitation because bawal daw, di musugot parents, blah blah blah and i understand and respect that. But what i hate is that she say this things then malaman laman lang nako, gigawas na niya ang bata, some of our friends saw her baby na and i was like "abi ko bag bawal igawas". I let that pass because gamay ra siya na butang, dili angay e big deal.

There comes this choosing for ninong and ninang kay ibinyag this july. She was saying she can't get us because lage ninang siya sa among anak blah blah blah bawal daw, tinoohan nasad okay, I totally understood. What fumes me is that she messaged me telling she wanted us to be there and help her asa makakitag eat-all-you can for her guest. Told her na okay tabangan nako siya.

Niabot ang july 30, wala koy chat nadawatan nga nagbinyag na siya so i stalked her account and BAM! Saw a cake with her baby's name on it. Stalked her featured stories and saw nga gibinyag na diay iya baby and she only invited of our friend. I was really angry because wala gyud siya nakahigayon ug ingon man lang. Bisan pasabi nga "mommy magbinyag si baby, available mo?". WALA JUD! Muingon mog dapat nag chat ko? Nawala jud siya sako huna huna because i just got a job nga wfh and i work 8 hours from 10:30pm till 06:00am and ga adjust pako sako lawas so perme ko tulog inig buntag. And nanguli sab mi sa amoa kay gikuha si AJ. So busy jud kayko. and I don't think ako ang need mag remind ana since di man nako na event. I actually messaged her but hubs told me to not get into a fight with her kay dili lage daw worth it, pasagdan nalang daw nako kay drama nasad. So i unsent my message. and chose to unfriend her, restrict her on messenger, unfollowed her on instagram and ni out ko sa amoa gc nga naa siya.

As of the moment, when i checked our convo, nag message diay siya. But igo ra siya nag ask unsa daw to ako message then mami? mami? wala na dayon. WALA GYUD SIYAY KONSENSYA OR EVEN PAG OPEN UP WHY WALA KO OR MI NIYA GIINGNAN NGA NAGBINYAG NA ANG IYA BABY WHEN INFACT ONE OF OUR FRIENDS WAS THERE. MANHID SA TANANG MANHID AND I DON'T KNOW WHY IYA NA NABUHAT! AND I DON'T REALLY LIKE PEOPLE WHO PROMISED ME SOMETHING UNYA DI MATINOOD. I HATE PEOPLE LIKE HER TAKING ADVANTAGE OF SOMEBODY'S GENUINE HELP. GAKALAGOT KO WHEN SOMEBODY GIVES NO REMORSE OF WHAT THEY DID AND ACT AS IF STUPID KAYKO PARA DI MAKABALO.

I really do hope mahuna hunaan niya nga nakasakit siyag tao. If ever mag sorry siya sakoa and will own up her mistake. Yeah, i'll forgive but i will never be that kind of friend you used to know. Never again roxane. Daghan nga instances nga gipalampas nako even though maka hurt na but because i cared for you and love you as my friend. But yeah, Never again.

BYE!

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saiwriting · 1 month ago

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What Do I Even Want?

by Saiya Soublet

Now that I have been unemployed for a while, I'm ready to get back at it. My brain is refocused and my burn out has dissipated. The only problem is, now I'm not quite sure what I want because what I wanted before no longer appeals to me. I think that one unique way in which my life choices have screwed me over is that my last job spoiled me a bit. It was full time, it was remote, it was paying fairly well, and it gave me very specific skills to use, especially if I waned to go back to the medical field But, here's the problem. Not only did I feel soul-sucked at that job, but I also have zero interest in going anywhere near the medical field again. Problem is, now that I've had this lucrative job, going "backwards" is difficult because I don't want to and they may not even hire me if I seem too "over qualified," and the industries that I actually do want to go into are not necessarily open books for people with a severe lack of skill in that specific industry. Yeah, the job market out here is rough and people weren't exaggerating.

Sometimes I think, should I have quit my job? I would be making more money by now, but that would probably be the only upside. I would still be severely depressed, still be out of school because I would still be burned out and still be wondering if I should just end it all. What came with the sacrifice of leaving my job was the glorious energy of a spiritual rebirth. My soul no longer feels dragged down by the world; I have a newfound energy to make a name for myself and to continue to touch success. However, things just don't seem to be lining up as much as I'd like them to. I want to write. Whether that be in freelance, content creation, starting to understand the ins-and-outs of a publishing house, or to just continue my education again with a tacked-on English degree, I want to write. The problem with the job industry now is that no one is wiling to take chances, and I understand, but how is anyone supposed to gain experience and even interest in fields that are seemingly locked behind paywalls? This has frustrated me to no end.

It's a twofold issue. I am willing to work a part-time job to fund my passions and what I actually want to do. That is realistic and the most normal way to go about this. However, my previous experience with any job that I have, no matter what the job was, was that it took way too much mental energy and did not leave me with enough mental energy to even think about writing or content creating. Therefore, I think I've built up an aversion to doing things that way, whether at my detriment or benefit is being determined to this day. Life does not occur exactly how we want it to; I know this. I know this all too well.

Another thing that I think is unfair is that platforms like UpWork, a way to gain freelancing work and experience, makes you pay for a coin-type system in order to even be able to apply for opportunities. Shit sucks and everything feels like it's rigged because I didn't take the "normal" way of doing anything! I have done so much to grow and evolve as a person and to align myself with opportunities in writing, but it unfortunately feels like because I am not getting what i want out of it, that everything I have done so far is wrong. I know that, realistically (and even a bit unrealistically), there will come a time when the opportunity comes, the money comes, the recognition and progress comes, and so I have to be used to uncomfortability, but God do I hate to be tested. How much more of myself is the Universe telling me that i have to sacrifice in order to get what I want? And, in the process of sacrificing myself, I am realizing things that jumble up what I even want out of this life anymore.

The only things I know are this: I want to lead a quiet life, writing books, creating content online, and sharing myself with the world through various mediums such as music and art. That is what I want. The how and the when and the through whom are all getting muddier and muddier by the day when all of my life I desired clarity. No one tells you that the clarity that comes with doing things that others expect from you is so much more comfortable than the hell I am in right now trying to readjust my eyes to what I want. Where can I find the glasses that will finally help me see what it is I am doing? Right now, I feel as though I am going in circles, and I'm getting dizzier and dizzier and yelling to get off of this ride.

I have no desire to be so compliantly willing to do it anything other than "my way," nor do I have the desire to complain all the time when I write. I want to write about experience, growth, love, and hope. I want to be able to come here and make a blog post about how successful I am and am becoming over time. I wish to be able to tell people that I made it, that I did exactly what I said I wanted to do. Shit is hard when you have barely any backing of help.

What do I want? I want to write. I say it every single time I come up here and transcribe all of my thoughts onto this website. I want to write and writing is the only thing that I can see myself doing for the rest of my life. I have such a huge aversion to the ways in which people settle for unsatisfactory things. Of course, those are needed to grow, but being stuck in a situation or a job or circumstances in which you are feeling drained and diminished, over time, will arrest you of every ounce of expansion you could possibly have. I think that this New Moon in Sagittarius is carrying the energy of that sentiment. While I deeply want to earn money, my desire to earn money is deeply tied with my desire to be successful, and success to me is doing things that I desire to do, even if I don't desire them after a while. In that case, I then will switch gears. Right now, obviously, is a period of time where my entire gear system is being switched out so that things can run much more smoothly in my life, but for now that means I'll have to be out of commission. That is okay.

Oftentimes, I dislike having to stop and wait. It seems as though there are so many options in life right now that can get me a step closer to where I need and want to be, but none of the steps are the final gear in the system to get my train going again for the long haul. There are parts and pieces still waiting to be delivered that I need to move me forward, but I'm at a time in my life where I refuse to substitute them for the cheap, temporary pieces needed to get me to a place where I will simply just be stuck on the side of the road.

Where do I go from here? What do I want? Who do I want to be? If there is no job success by this month, I know that a "job" is not meant for me. How will my life unfold? I don't want the life that I have now in some regards, but not all. Maybe that is resistance. Maybe I should surrender more. But who knows...

(and if you are reading this an know if anything, please so spill the details)

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sleepychinitaprincess · 7 months ago

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okay, another random thought. Like a lot of people na siguro ang aware ani and nakarealize na aning akong ipnagsulti. Pero skl ba na mao sigurong some people kay di makamove on sa someone nga "never naging sila" kay because of the what could've beens if naging sila. Magets ba?

Like for sure, I can't conclude this for now kay wa pa man ko nakauyab. So far, talking stage lang nareach ko. Ouch. But anyways, ayha ra ko makaconfirm ani tanan through time.

Based on observations lang ba, since sauna if maattach ko kay dugay kay nako gakalimtan tung mga tao nga nakasalamuha nako. Tas every time magbasa kog comments sa tiktok kay mostly jud kay mga wa jud nila nangauyab ang di nila malimtan and it even took them a lot of years to move on from that talking stage.

In my own theory, feeling nako tungod na kay gawonder ta "what if naging kami? what if pinaglaban namin relationship namin? what if nagkita kami?" daming "what ifs" na gustong gusto mong mangyari deep inside pero wala eh kahit anong "what if?" mo, manatili ra jud na nga "what if?". hindi naging kayo for a reason. The worst part is kanang bisag na accept na nimo nga wa na juy chance/pag-asa, pero deep inside gahope gihapon ka nga if the stars just aligned and fate wasn't cruel, then maybe there could be an us in another story or world.

Pero ang downside ba kay what if pud ikaw ra diay to ang nafall? nya ang other person kay wa nafall nimo maong wa ka gipursue. One-sided ra diay to tanan. Yes, taas jud kayg chances nga inana ang situation. Like pampalipas oras lang ka for the other person. Yung value mo sa kanya is for convenience niya lang. That person never actually saw you as someone to be with romantically. He just wants you because of your company. He misses you because you tolerate him and he's just lonely at that moment. The thing is, I already had this thought and been trying to rub this thought in my mind, but lumalaban jud ang hope in me bai, and I hate it. I hate being a stupid tatanga tanga person nga very vulnerable.

In the end, di gihapon ko makaconclude since lahi lahi man tag experiences tanan and it varies jud bai. Di pud nako pwede iunderestimate or iinvalidate iyang POV since I don't know anything jud saiyang perspective. Deep inside, gakasakitan jud ko permi ug hunahuna nga there would be no need of his perspective since he doesn't really care in the first place man sad so there would be no POV niya kay di man ko gamatter saiya. Even when kapila nako I gaslight akong self nga "I don't care sad. it's his loss. I deserve someone better. yahay kay siya. bagaa kay niyag nawng oy." pero the truth is "I really do care for him. I don't think he feels or thinks he lost something, but for me, I lost him... twice. I lost him and my love for good. I don't want anyone else but that person only."

God, how can I get over this?

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Dragon Ball Super manga ch. 71-73

Just to recap:

Granolah wants revenge on Frieza and the Saiyans for destroying his people. So he’s used a set of Dragon Balls to wish for ultimate power.

The Heeters want Frieza dead, but they don’t want Granolah to kill him, since they’re beginning to see Granolah as a potential threat. So they’ve come up with a scheme to get Goku and Vegeta to fight Granolah for them.

I’m not sure why the Heeters need a scheme, though, since Goku and Vegeta would be eager to fight Granolah now that he’s become the strongest warrior in the universe, and Granolah would jump at the chance to kill the last of the Saiyans.

Now, as far as Goku and Vegeta’s arc in this story, they’re both trying to master divine power. Goku can use Ultra Instinct more effectively, but he still can’t sustain it for very long. The problem is that Goku has this transformation he does when he’s using the complete UI power. That’s why he has silver hair when he does it. It’s not that the Ultra Instinct takes a toll on his stamina, it’s that the silver haired transformation wears him out, and that’s the only way he knows how to do it.

Meanwhile, Whis is using Ultra Instinct all the time, even when he’s not doing anything. He doesn��t need a transformation to do it, and neither should Goku, so that’s what Goku needs to fix.

Meanwhile, Vegeta has abandoned any hope of learning Ultra Instinct himself, and instead he’s following Beerus’ path to power by learning how to use Destruction Energy, or “hakai”. We see this exercise where Beerus sends logs over a waterfall and Vegeta has to destroy each one as they fall over, but he overdoes it and destroys he waterfall itself, which annoys Beerus.

As for the Heeters, Elec sends Oil and Macki to ask questions from Zuno, the all-knowing information broker. The answers they get will help them prepare to trick the Saiyans and Granolah into fighting each other. The fourth member of the Heeters, Gas, is their strongest fighter, and he’s still kind of bummed out because Elec didn’t let him fight Granolah when he first revealed his ultimate strength. Elec insists that he has every confidence in Gas’ power, and he believes that Gas can surpass even Frieza.

As far as I can tell, the Heeters genuinely seem to think Gas is more powerful than everyone else in this story. Frieza, Granolah, Goku, Vegeta... as far as the Heeters are concerned, Gas can take out all of them. But Elec doesn’t want Gas to fight just yet. I’m not sure why, except that he’s much more interested in information than power, and it seems like he finds more value in keeping Gas’ true power a secret than he does in any victories Gas might achieve.

So once Macki and Oil finish up with Zuno, they head for Earth and approach Chi-Chi and Bulma, who then contact the Saiyans for them. Zuno must have told them where they live and that Bulma could contact them on Beerus’ planet.

Basically, the Heeters’ scheme to get Goku and Vegeta to fight is “just ask them”. The only tricky bit is that Macki swipes Bulma’s Dragon Radar while they wait for Whis to bring them back to Earth. Also, they claim that Granolah is a terrible villain terrorizing the people of Planet Cereal.

The boys agree to the job, mostly for the challenge of it, but also because the Heeters are offering to pay in sky gold, which is valuable on Earth. I like the Heeters’ spaceship. I gave my Saiyan OC a “star-yacht”, and tried to come up with lots of extravagant doo-dads to put on board, and this observation deck with a pool and an open bar is pretty much the aesthetic I was going for. That, and the way it’s completely lost on Goku and Vegeta. Goku only cares about the food supply, and Vegeta does training drills at the bottom of the pool. So it’s reassuring to see Toyotaro and I are in alignment on this sort of thing.

Macki then contacts Granolah and tells him a made-up story about how they tried to learn Frieza’s location, but Frieza found out about it, and now he’s sending two Saiyan henchmen to Cereal to take Granolah out. He’s shocked to hear that any Saiyans are left, but he’s satisfied with this turn of events. This way he can clobber some Saiyans and take revenge on them, and he can force them to tell where Frieza is.

I don’t know, the basic plot is pretty sound. This is standard comic book storytelling where the bad guys trick the good guys into fighting each other. Granolah’s not the protagonist of his own comic, but the formula still works. But it also seems like a little too much? I mean, the Heeters could just ask Granolah, Goku, and Vegeta to fight each other, and they’d probably do it. Is all this trickery even necessary? Also, why is Granolah relying on the Heeters to help him find Frieza? You’d think he’d just track Frieza down himself. I mean, can Frieza be that hard to find? He never kept a low profile before.

Anyway, Goku and Vegeta immediately get suspicious as soon as they arrive on Cereal. If Granolah is the villain that Macki claimed, then why are the wrecked cities so old, and why are the new cities untouched?

But then Granolah uses his sniper powers on them, and Goku gets taken out right off the bat. Vegeta says they only brought two senzu beans, and Goku already needs one before they’ve even found their enemy.

The main reason Goku got tagged here is that he’s trying to apply Whis’ teaching, and use Ultra Instinct in his base form. But it’s not working, and Vegeta warns him that he’ll get killed if he keeps this up.

Goku starts us off, and he has a lot of trouble with Granolah, mainly because his right eye is so enhanced now that he can perceive Goku’s blood flow and muscle movements, which tell him how to react to Goku’s moves.

This talk jogs Vegeta’s memory, so while Goku and Granolah fight, he inspects the old ruins more closely, and discovers the Oozaru footprints left behind from the invasion.

As for Goku, he starts running through different transformations, attempting to use Ultra Instinct with them instead of the silver-haired form he normally uses. Let me unpack that a bit. Whis’ point was that the silver form is too unstable, but it’s the one that gives Goku the most useful Ultra Instinct ability. So he tried to use UI in base form instead, but it didn’t work. Now, he’s trying to use UI in Super Saiyan, God, and Blue, hoping that one of them will help him regulate Ultra Instinct well enough to get him through this fight without resorting to the silver-haired form.

Of course, Granolah doesn’t care about any of this. He just wants Goku dead.

Goku eventually teleports away to regroup with Vegeta, and Vegeta explains what he’s discovered. He now realizes that Granolah is a Cerealian, and he wants to avenge what the Saiyans did to his people. That means Macki deceived them. Moreover, Oil’s been monitoring the battle, so the Heeters now know that the jig is up.

As for Goku, he finally caves in and uses the silver-haired transformation to put Granolah away. Granolah is astonished to find that his super-vision can’t detect any weak points in Goku when he’s like this.

And it seems like Goku has him beat, but then it turns out Goku wasn’t fighting the real Granolah after all. Instead, Granolah used a portion of his powers to create a decoy of himself, and Goku’s been fighting that the whole time.

Granolah’s plan was to have the copy fight the Saiyans so that the real Granolah could save his strength for Frieza, but this worked out anyway, since it allowed Goku to wear himself out until his Ultra Instinct was no longer a factor. Now Granolah has Goku dead to rights, unless....

That’s right, Vegeta steps in and declares that he’s going to succeed where Goku failed. Sure, Vegeta says this every time, but this time he might actually be on to something. I mean, he seemed to pick up Beerus’ training a lot faster than Goku was mastering Whis’ training.

It’s kind of surreal to me that I’m at this point in the story and I have no idea how this will go down. I mean, I’ve read some spoilers, but that was mostly about Vegeta’s new transformation, and the big twist at the end of the arc. The rest is a complete mystery to me. So I don’t know if Vegeta actually beats Granolah, or if Goku has to step in and fight him again. I mean, I went through this uncertainty during the run of the Dragon Ball Super anime, but that ended several years ago, and I never really got the sense that Vegeta was going to steal the show. Now, though, this feels a lot like the Cell Saga when I first watched it, where I wasn’t too sure who would be the one to take Cell down. My point is that I haven’t felt this way about a Dragon Ball story in a long, long time. It’s a good thing.

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