#tatsoi oc

[kriswalker]

Oh and there some new splat-oc

Meet the rock band “spicy-buddys”

Or just pepper and tatsoi, guitarist and drummer.

[frostios]

the rest of sorrel’s druid family from their backstory. they are all dead <3

Lalya (centaur (they/she/he))

Peregrine (halfling (she/her)) Tatsoi (tortle (he/him))

Beatrice (human (she/her))

Gaia (gnome (he/they))

Orna (dragonborn (she/her))

Amber and Aspen (half-elves (they/them))

Lark (firbolg (she/it))

[slugmanslime]

Ship: Aspara/Tatsoi :3 for any of the sentence starters

hurts incoming

“Are you going to cry now?” Malice dripped from every word, splashing silently to the soil that spanned the space between the two Saiyans.

Her chest was heaving, as if by taking in more oxygen she could suddenly dry the wetness spilling over her eyelids. Damn him, damn him to every imaginable hell there was for building up her trust before shattering it at her feet.

She could hardly form the words, her mouth dry and her throat thick. “You relish the pain you cause those who care about you, don’t you?” Trembling fingers formed terse fists at her sides, nearly piercing the skin with the amount of rage and embarrassment she contained.

“Hardly. Only yours… Sweet, sweet Aspara.” Honeyed words rolled off of Tatsoi’s silver tongue, crumbling what little resolve she clung to; one sob wretched from her aching throat, followed by another softer one. “You love me, and I only wish I could love you. But why would I? I’m so much better at hurting people…”

“I don’t want to hear any of your poetic nonsense, Tatsoi! I want my friend back, not this—not this Curbita wannabe!” Weakly, Aspara threw her fist towards him; not truly with the intent to harm, but just to release some of the sour energy simmering in her core. The blow was caught in his dexterous fingers, like a mouse under a cat’s paw, and with the same amount of pressure.

The atmosphere around them grew momentarily darker with a dense cloud blocking out the sun, casting an aura of iciness over the duo. Her gasping breathes dwindled to whimpering gasps as she struggled to withdraw her hand from his grasp, to no avail. His voice was carried on a chilly breeze, tickling her ear right before every delicate bone in her hand snapped—and her resulting shriek sent the ravens in the tree above them scattering, echoing her cry.

“The desire to be like her disappeared the day I met you; I am only myself—just what you asked me to be.”

[city-doodles]

doodled this dude while in my gov’t lecture, while trying to doodle a separate Saiyan oc altogether. other than this headshot and scribbled notes that came to me out of thin air, i got nothing for them

i’m either gonna make their name Tatsoi or some configuration of Jicama. his names Mikaja now

(because my handwriting’s shit) the bullet points read “Deaf in Left Ear” and “shaved most half hair” edit: he has a long ass mohawk. like, longer than it has any need to be. like, rivalling raditz levels of hair.

[son-tatso]

(Son) Tatso [About/Info]

OOC Info (includes rules, contact info, rp status, and other blogs,)

Given (Saiyan) Name: Tatso (pun on ‘Tatsoi’) Family Name: Son (adopted) Age: Early teens to mid 20s, depending on time frame (usually the same or around the age his [ship] partner) Eye colour: Black Hair colour: Black (Average) Height: 6 feet / 183cm Weight: 165 pounds / 75 kg

Face Claims: (for visual references)

Gamo the Saiyan

Future Gohan,

DBO Unnamed Martial Artist 2

David (DBZ OC DeviantArt)

Personality: Tatso does not have as much Saiyan pride like most typical Saiyans, and doesn’t like to fight as much either. He prefers to hone his skills and gain knowledge, having more a mentality of a scholar than a warrior. While he accepts how his race is, he does not condone to the methods in which they conquer planets, so steers away from such missions. He is friendly but emotionally distant at first, though once befriended, he becomes a worthy ally.

History: Tatso is the son of an elite Saiyan warrior (Shallotto) and a stand out low class Saiyan woman (Selari) who had been hiding her past, so consequentially he was born with a low power level and was below standard for even an average Saiyan warrior. Because of that, both and him and his mother had been shunned by Shallotto and his relatives (by having their tails removed) and were outcast from higher society, treated like trash they supposedly were.

Not only was he under average when it came to birth power, he had no other Saiyan talents either when it came to what they took pride in most, raw strength and durability, and so tried to make up for it by weapon training on his own and focusing on ki. This made him outcast even more during his days at the Saiyan Academy, and so he was usually bullied and beaten up by the superior elites because they could. His father also put him through brutal training, bringing him close to death countless times to make use of the Saiyan’s zenkai ability, but even then Tatos’s improvement was minimal.

Knowing one day Tatso was going to die from his injuries, his mother Selari sent him to a peaceful planet called Earth, so he could start a new life and forget about his past. After his pod crash landed on Earth, it soon self destructed so he could not return. Tatso was forced to adapt to a life on Earth, and soon became assimilated as another Earthling. Somehow he found himself having more in common with humans than his own Saiyan race, with his curiosity for knowledge, technology and the ki arts.

Note: The Saiyan planet Tatso is from can be Planet Vegeta, but in order to minimise impact on canon events, he can be from a faction of rebel Saiyans that want to overthrow King Vegeta one day. These Saiyans would start their own colony and home planet (named Planet Topato) elsewhere away from the Saiyan Army and PTO, allowing for flexibility on Tatso’s age and when he would be arriving on Earth.

Abilities:: Tatso is below average where it comes to brute strength ever since he was born (with a low power level), something even his father (through multiple harsh near death training) could not improve to the Saiyan standard. He has inherited his mother’s adept mastery over ki and its control, though not of the healing affinity that she has.

His strength lies in his agility and ki manipulation, specialising in ki attacks and forming ki made weapons for battle, favouring swords. He has devised his own style of fighting, naming it the Saiyan Sword Style (Saiya-jin Kenjutsu) which primary uses ki attacks and ki swords for long range and close combat.

His eye for detail has also made him able to mimic techniques he sees once, and can even master them with enough training and time after. From this, he has learned various techniques from other fighters and masters. Most of his own created skills have a space and/or alliteration theme to them.

More info can be found below (usually gets updated first) @ http://ccrpg.host22.com/akimotokaito7rp/tatsoDBZverse.php

Universe 6 Bio: Tatso is a friend of Renso’s, and is a captain of the Sadala Defence Force (can be the one who replaces Renso when he retired from injury). He can vouch and is aware of Cabba’s, Caulifla’s and Kale’s power and potential as Saiyans, so has high expectations of them both (especially when it comes to the Tournament of Power if that is included).

He has the goal of being the best swordsman in the universe, and after finding out the existence of more, insists to extend his goal to all universes. This version of Tatso’s personality is more like Future Gohan’s, having a kind but strict teacher like mentality. His physical strength as a Saiyan here is average, but he still specialises in ki attacks and swordsmanship.

(Optional): Tatso can also have his own dojo/school on Salada where he teaches other Saiyans and aliens about ki control and swordsmanship.

Human Earthling AU: Tatso here is instead born a human (looks like header image) and is a wandering monk on Earth, his non-Saiyan related abilities pretty much remain the same.

Dragon Ball Online (DBO) AU: Set one thousand years after the end of Z, Tatso is one of the many human Saiyan descendants, or arrives on Earth during the era.

Dragon Ball Xenoverse (2) AU: Tatso was the Saiyan CaC wished over by the dragonballs in Xenoverse 1 [DBZ/G] inspired] that can transform into a Super Saiyan 4, Tatso in Xenoverse 2 is an AU (younger) version, where he is [DBSuper/games inspired) able to transform into Super Saiyan God.

[slugmanslime]

Reunion

Pairings: N/A; OC Shenanigans Warnings: mentions of violence, cursing, angst Word Count: 1,904 Fic Type: Oneshot Drabble okay so not that anyone wants to read this but I thought I oughta put it up anyway just in case

A fic with mine and @lilacboii ‘s OC’s Aspara and Tatsoi! this is taking place at a rough patch in their friendship 

The first thing that she noticed was how different the air was. It was much crisper, and didn’t have that strange stale lilt to it that she doubted anyone but her noticed. The same heaviness that had weighed upon her shoulders when she passed through the doorway into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber vanished as if it had never existed at all. Hell, maybe it hadn’t. There were a lot of things that Aspara was beginning to pick up on, that didn’t quite seem to exist. Mere inches out of the doorjamb and it was as if her feet were cemented to the ground when every doubt, every fear, every thought that had been quelled and assuaged by her training was pushing at the surface, looking to break free once more.

Three years it had been for the young woman and her surly Namekian mentor; three grueling years of mental and physical battle, emotional bonding, and all around healing. But to the rest of their companions, a mere 3 days had come and gone. A few simple days of fighting, eating, sharing laughs, and getting fully into the swing of having two more children around with Saiyan blood. One of whom Aspara despised and couldn’t get away from and the other… A heavy, clawed hand descended on her shoulder and startled her from her reverie.

“You would think after all that time you could control your ki better. Stop being so nervous.” She responds with a scowl, gazing up at Piccolo over her shoulder.

“I’m not nervous! I’m anxious, there’s a difference.” Aspara smirked and finally forced herself forwards, drinking in the halls of Kami’s Lookout with fresh eyes. Perhaps now that they were finished with the first leg of her training, she could spend some time here with Dende and practice her meditation. Piccolo would have her hide if she stopped working with her ki.

There were times when her predisposed Saiyan rage would win through and she nearly caused a brawl with her mentor due to his natural knack for testing her patience. As much as Aspara loved learning new languages and studying the history of planets, there was something about exchanging blows and learning difficult sets of kata that satisfied her like nothing else. Of course, these were all important in Piccolos opinion—a strong mind worked the best with a strong body—but to try and reach her full potential they would spend hours upon hours at a time simply meditating. He would sit stoically, silently, murmuring to her mentally how she much reach within herself to the core and feel how her life force flowed—coursing through her like the ocean yet standing as firm as a mountain. It was a fifty-fifty chance that Aspara would get frustrated and think about swimming or hiking instead, much to her mentor’s annoyance.

The stone of the outer patio was warm under the soft soles of her shoes, and Aspara blinks slowly, adjusting her eyes to the natural sunlight she had been starving for. Too busy marveling at a blue sky that she knew wouldn’t turn into a blank slate, she didn’t have time to register the lanky princeling lurking in the same area, braced with his back against one of the large marble pillars a handful of yards away. An airy voice fills the void between them, something familiar that’d taken on a foreign hardness.

“You look older,” Aspara whipped her head towards the source of the voice, brows furrowing. “Not much taller though. Shame.”

Tatsoi was expressionless, and she hadn’t expected any less from him considering the circumstances of their last meeting. She can’t suppress a small wince, drawing her arms to fold across her chest as she eyes him sorrowfully.

“Yes, well, older and wiser, I guess they say. You’re still here? I would’ve thought you’d be rendezvousing with my br—with Argus.” The scowl felt natural on her face at this point, and she attributed the fact to the only person she had spent the last three years with. Speaking of the devil (demon, rather), Aspara sensed his ki lingering behind her, in the depths of the hallways. He must have sensed Tatsoi before she did and wanted to give them… quality time.

She didn’t want quality time with this version of her friend.

Though his crimson locks glinted in the dying sunlight, his incompatible eyes did not have the same luster as he stood tall, very tall. He and Vegeta had spent their three years in the chamber before them, and she had hardly had time to grow accustomed to his new self before engaging in the same training. A sigh graces her lips, puffing into the muggy air without much gusto.

Tatsoi took his time strolling up to her, but was still giving her a few feet of personal space as he studied her. She wasn’t supposed to feel self-conscious, but the way he had last spoken to her brooked much confusion on how he viewed her now. “I already have. Things have changed dramatically over the last week, for all three of us, wouldn’t you say?”

“You’re kind of forcing me to agree. I couldn’t care less about that brat though, but I’m sure he was thrilled with your transition, thanks to Vegeta’s… training.” Disdain was thick in her voice, her words dripping with them, and despite his calloused remark about her height, she only had to tilt her head marginally to hold his gaze.

“Thrilled is one way to describe it. He even acted like he’d missed me. I’m still flattered.” If she hadn’t been so close to his face she would have missed the way his lips quirked upwards for a millisecond, hinting at more than he was letting on. Fine. Let him have his secrets.

“I would be disgusted if I were you. Good thing I’m not. You that is.” Aspara tosses her head to the side, unused to having to be so calloused with him. “I still am kind of disgusted, actually, I won’t lie to you.”

Hands firmly in his pockets, the princeling blinks at her slowly—she couldn’t tell if he was getting bored with her or simply didn’t care. Aspara didn’t know which one infuriated her more. “I know you are. Its debatable whether its righteous but, then again, you’ve never really been able to let things go, have you?”

Her lips peeled back into a snarl, arms lashing to her side with clenched fists. “And just what do you think you know about me, Tatsoi?” The way she uttered his name is only a step above a spit. “How many months were we friends before you disappeared with that lunatic and came back some—some hoity-toity snobbish jerk? You don’t know me. I doubt you ever even wanted to!”

“Of course I wanted to. But I was broken, and all you wanted to do was fix me. I wanted to know you, to know true friendship, but it’s like you saw how desperate I was and…” Tatsoi’s throat flexed at this first display of emotion. “I never had a mother, and I damn sure didn’t need you to become one.”

Bile rose in her throat and her mask of anger morphed into one of shock and embarrassment. How unfair it was of her former friend to throw such low blows—it wasn’t as if she had been trying to smother him with any maternal instincts. And yet, the shame remained. Was Aspara really so far gone that she couldn’t form normal platonic friendships with people, even those of her own race? Her arms return to their protective position across her chest, and she damn near chokes on an apology that she can’t seem to spit out.

“You didn’t need a mother, you’re right Tatsoi. What you needed was love, and compassion, and I’m sorry I ever tried to give that to you. I’m just thankful that dear Prince Vegeta rejected me, or I may have ended up like you.”

Like him? Tatsoi clamped his jaw shut, anger flaring wildly for a moment before he reigns it in, and stared coldly down his nose at her. He was better now, better than all of them! Aspara, Argus, Piccolo—he had a clear mind that could focus, he could separate his emotions from battle, and he didn’t need her fucking compassion.

“What, you mean stronger? Faster, more honed, vicious, and precise? Yes, how terrible that would have been, wouldn’t it?” The words rolled off his tongue in a droll manner, as if he was having to explain all of this to a child. Which is funny, considering the fact that she was even more his senior now. There was a little voice in the back of his head, the one that was telling him that he was being petulant and she cared about him, but he shut it down fast. The princeling remarks quietly to himself that he’s getting good at that.

Something akin to pride swells in his chest at the look of complete indignation and enraged longing that overcomes the older Saiyans features; it served her right for thinking that they could both train to become stronger and still stay so open with each other. Maybe if the princeling was being fair he would say something about the plan that he and his mate had hatched, but why should he? This planet was a proverbial gold mine—and would stay that way depending on if they could capture and kill the beast they had accidentally brought as a house-warming gift. Regardless, there was an odd sensation smothering the smugness that was all too familiar and unwelcome at the same time. His thoughts were mingling with his feelings, regret and contempt battling for a stronger hold. He doesn’t allow either to be victorious however, turning on heel and using a leisurely gait to carry him across the cobbled patio until he reached the steps.

“It would serve you well to stay away from us, from now on. Unless you’re looking for a fight.” Stunning mismatched sapphire eyes lock with damson ones for a moment before flickering forwards again. “Not that you would win, if my memory serves me right.”

“Ha!” The simple, barked laughter was scorned and sour. “That was three years ago, soldier. Next time our paths cross, I may just have to remind you of that.”

Distantly, he heard Aspara’s footsteps retreating haughtily as she sought out her mentor, and the quavering of her ki alerted him to her heightened emotional state. Pathetic; not even three years with the gruffest alien on the planet could teach the girl how to control her energy.

He continued sensing her ki spikes for miles after he jettisons from the Lookout’s steps. The voice whispered once more in his mind that he wouldn’t be able to feel her so vividly if he didn’t still care for her. With a cool, collected mental flick of the wrist, he quieted his mother for the last time that day. Tatsoi was sick unto death of shutting her up.

[slugmanslime]

okay so i just finished the first fic ive written in 6 years and its for @lilacboii with our oc’s and im hhh