#vegeta being vegeta

[flannelepicurean]

Documentary Interview with Nappa's Ghost, Who Has Chilled Out Some

Brief Subtitle: Nappa (Deceased), Former General, Saiyan Army

NAPPA: [Casually gruff.] If I told him once, I told him a thousand times. I mean, you know what they say. War is hell, love is a battlefield, all that shit. So don’t fall in love when you’re on a mission, right? I’d tell him, “Vegeta! You don’t have to fly straight for the face! I can handle the face, bite ‘em in the knees, they’ll never see it comin’! And don’t fall in love on a mission!”

NAPPA: [Sighs.] And then he’d bite me in the knees and be like, “Don’t tell me how to fight my battles!” [Shakes head.] Never listened. Mostly just shouted.

NAPPA: [Shrugs. Confusion, tinged with resignation.] And then we get to Earth… Next thing ya know, he’s got a bimbo on one arm and a himbo on the other. [Rustling snack bag.]

NAPPA: [Casual, a bit more brightly.] He seems happy, though. [Crunching snacks right into the mic] At least the himbo’s a Saiyan. That’s good. That’ll be good for him.

[flannelepicurean]

Classic Gege.

Presented with problem? Presented with EXTREMELY SIMPLE, LITERAL, UP-FRONT SOLUTION to EXACTLY THAT PROBLEM?

Scoffing.

Go HARD AF on overshooting the fucking difficulty and making it 10000000000x more likely you're gonna fail because you're being an arrogant lil shit, you goddamn kitty cat. You "These One Idiot." You beautiful trash train wreck.

????????

Bulma can fix it. Yeah. She's good at stuff.

God, I love him. Just look at him.

"Hmm, I wonder what would persuade this pink moron to help us?"

"Yo, I'll be your friend for some candy, you wanna hang out? Let's do some shit, candyfriend, let's fuckin' go off, bestie."

"NO, FUCK OFF. I AIN'T GOT NO CANDY FOR YOU! Fucking chump. God, I wonder what he's into, what does he like, what could...Hm. Ah! OPEN-ENDED BOONDOGGLES!!! Everyone loves those! And I most certainly can live up to this promise. Ruse. Ruse-mise. My ass will remain unbitten as usual, this has never failed. Just like me! I've never failed at anything. And I can just ask Bulma, she'll... She knows things. This'll work. It'll be fine. NBD."

Vegeta & Buu

[vegetadaily]

Rest in peace Akira Toriyama-sensei. Thank you for creating and sharing your art and stories. They will forever be in our hearts as will you. May your light continue to shine on us. Thank you for everything.

[hi-there-buddies]

“The cell saga is bad because the z fighters were idiots the entire time”

that’s the POINT

THE CELL SAGA IS ABOUT ARROGANCE

EVERYONE IS BEING STUPID BECAUSE THEY THINK THEY KNOW WHATS GONNA HAPPEN

THEY THINK THEYRE AHEAD OF THE CURVE

BUT THEY AREN’T

THIS IS LITERALLY SHOWCASED MULTIPLE TIMES THROUGHOUT THE SAGA

IT STARTS WITH TRUNKS AND BUILDS FROM THERE

GOHAN LITERALLY LETS CELL LIVE BECAUSE OF HIS ARROGANCE

THE ONLY REASON CELL IS DEFEATED IS BECAUSE GOKU, GOHAN, AND VEGETA ALL LET GO OF THEIR ARROGANCE AND PRIDE AND FIGHT TOGETHER

GOKU STEPS IN TO HELP GOHAN, WHICH HE DIDNT DO BEFORE BECAUSE HE THOUGHT GOHAN COULD DO IT HIMSELF

VEGETA HELPS GOHAN AND LANDS THE PENULTIMATE BLOW ON CELL, DESPITE WANTING TO BE THE ONE TO END CELL HIMSELF

GOHAN FINALLY FINISHES HIM LIKE HE REFUSED TO DO BEFORE

THEY ALL LET GO OF THEIR ARROGANCE AND FINISH THE JOB

THATS THE THEMATIC POINT OF THE SAGA

RAHHHHHHH🦅🦅

[shannonsketches]

Super confirming Vegeta knows how to MarioKart gave me a thought and I had to draw it

[mnemesis-held]

Remember the finger gun... It's so sick and he is such a nerd

[smuby]

more dragon ball stuff.. need to get it out of the system before it festers and rots

[dragon-deez-ballz]

these weren't meant to be paired up with one another but i guess i keep drawing the same pose over and over

[fabuloustrash05]

Bulla: Dad and I were out shopping and these guys drove by and catcalled me. Bulma: *sighs* What did your father do? Bulla: He chased them to the next red light, and then reached into their window and well... Vegeta, walking in: Who wants a steering wheel?

[audhdgoku]

[flannelepicurean]

Among the Millions

Krillin’s easy, “What's up?” toes an intrusion across the soft sounds of the breeze, the waves. Draws back the patient silence that had hovered over the warm sand between him and Vegeta.

Vegeta shoots a glare upward, but a small one. Returns to his sour contemplation of the patch of grass and grains of powder-ground shell and stone, and the other leavings of the sea, at the space between his boots.

The presence remains, in the background, no mere addition to the sway of palm fronds, the lap of sea water. Something more solid, more firm. But not hard. 

Vegeta sighs. Growls a quiet, “Everyone hates me.”

A scrunch of damp sand signals a shift in Krillin's posture, though he draws no nearer. “Well,” he posits, “not everyone.”

Vegeta spits a breath. Pulls his arms no tighter in their stalwart cross, but pulls his brows into a deeper furrow. The breeze gives a gentle buff against the hair along the sunward side of his head when he angles his gaze further away from Krillin. 

“Nobody around here hates you,” Krillin points out. “I mean, maybe we're not all best friends, but nobody hates you.”

A grumble travels from the base of Vegeta's throat, down past the rattle cage of breastbone and ribs, to settle in his stomach, all hackles and slow, thrashing tail.

He grumps, “That's not what I mean.”

After another seabreeze moment, Krillin puts forth, “Well, it's not everybody.” Adds, before Vegeta can interject, “Probably more like ninety-nine percent or something, on Earth, anyway.”

Vegeta displaces a small swath of sand in his pivot, finds shock tipping his head, brows, neck, mouth in unfamiliar directions. Finds Krillin holding a placid smile, something unlike Kakarot’s mischief, but not wholly unknown. Barks, “What?!” 

Krillin offers, with an unruffled shrug, “Maybe it's almost everyone on Earth, if that's what we're gonna go with.” Sets into the breathless stop where Vegeta's retort fails to materialize, “But one percent of that's millions of people. Who probably don't hate you.” Some of the golding light from a sun trending toward horizon glints from Krillin's bald scalp as he turns his head back toward the little house on the island. Proclaims, “And there's definitely people here who love you, too, Vegeta.”

Krillin slips hands into pockets and gives one more seabreeze smile before taking a few steps to curve his path up to the house. 

Vegeta stares after Krillin, for another few seconds. Kakarot's best friend; the strongest man on Planet Earth, perhaps, next to the gods and demons with whom he shares a table. 

Next to a prince—a monster and a warrior who came to put an end to them all, once. Now with an uneasy peace with the mightiest warrior of his own race, the mightiest warrior on Earth, and far beyond. Now with a child, and a wife, far away from his beginnings. 

And now with a friend, from the planet he'd meant to destroy, and something nearly like a home, among the millions.

[bigcatbulges]

Your pfp makes me h*rny!

Same!

[shannonsketches]

does it ever crack you up a little to think that piccolo was eight years old when he started training gohan

[le--monde--est--stone]

my personal theory is that people who endlessly make fun of yamcha and hate on him never watched the og dragon ball series/read the manga

[ap-kinda-lit]

If Bulma had Bulla at a hospital …

Vegeta, to nurse: If you do not get my wife her stories and a new room as soon as possible, then I will come down on this hospital like the hammer of Thor. The thunder of my vengeance will ECHO THROUGH THESE CORRIDORS LIKE THE GUST OF A THOUSAND WINDS!

[smuby]

im not tagging sporrkks again just remember that every single goku i draw is gonna be their design. kk bye