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floating-mid-air · 8 months ago

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A Loving Punch

Hiiiii. I was wondering if I could get a Goku or Goku Black x reader (female) imagine. The reader is human.

I would like for the reader to be a normal human who is already with Goku/Black. She watches them train and once they’re finished. She just jokingly asks them to show her how to throw a punch or teach them any fighting move. But they take her seriously and show her anyway. The rest is up to you, but I would like a fluffy ending please. I’m a sucker for Goku as you can tell 😭♥️

Also if you don’t mind. You don’t have to, but I also kinda want a headcannon of what would Vegeta teaching his significant other consist of? 😁

𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚘. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝙾𝚑, 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝!

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You sigh, your feet planted firmly in front of the sink. A stack of plates, a mile high, sitting there, mocking you. At least they’re clean now. Living with Goku, at times, is like living with a human garbage disposal. You swear, feeding one Goku is the equivalent of keeping a medium-sized army fed. You don’t even know why you still bother plating his meals, it only creates more work for you.

You grab a maroon rag from under the sink, deciding to chip away at the large stack. You take one of the plates, gliding the disheveled rag across it. Your body goes into autopilot, mindlessly completing the task at hand. Every once in a while, you glance out the window, taking a peek at your goofball boyfriend.

He’s out there training without a care in the world. Now, there are around a dozen plates on the drying rack, yet there’s not even a dent in the pile. You groan, persevering through, drying more and more plates.

You set the rag on the counter, wiping sweat off your forehead. You never thought chores would be this much of a workout. At least you can skip arm day at the gym… for the rest of your life.

You look up, peering outside the window. Goku’s still at it. Only now, he’s shirtless. Your lips part as he switches stances. His movements are so fluid. There’s something incredibly sexy about Goku when he trains. He’s so focused, so determined. It’s like he becomes a whole other person.

You stand there gawking at him the same way he looks at a good meal. Your gaze tracks his every move as your thoughts run wild. You could just stand here and watch him all day. Suddenly, your eyes lock. Crap, you’ve been caught. Goku waves at you, your face flushing. He chuckles at your reaction, grinning wide at you. His smile is blinding, like sunshine.

After being caught red-handed, you rush away from the window. You’ve been together for years. He’s your boyfriend. And yet, you can’t help but feel like a teenage girl who was caught staring at her crush. You huff, leaning against the fridge. Your forehead pressed against the cool surface. Why do you always make things so awkward?

Once you recover from your embarrassment, you grab a bottle of water from the fridge and take it outside. That man never remembers to hydrate. For a world-champion fighter, he sure doesn’t take care of himself. It’s a miracle he’s made it this long.

You stand on the front lawn, taking a mental note that it’s far too tall for your liking. A breathy sigh escapes your lips. Goku promised to cut the grass days ago. Your free hand moves to your hip while waiting for him to notice you.

Goku punches the air a few times before spinning around. Finally, noticing your intrusion. His eyes light

up like a Christmas tree. “Oh, hey.” He chuckles sheepishly. “How long have you been out here?”

“Not long at all. Here, take this.” You extend the bottle out to him, which he gratefully accepts. “You know. When you’re out in the blazing sun, training like a madman. You need to hydrate.”

“Thanks.” He grins, taking a large sip. Goku’s grown quite fond of what Vegeta refers to as your nagging. Goku, however, finds it endearing. It’s your special way of saying that you love him. “You’re always looking out for me.“

You giggle softly, shaking your head. "It’s my job after all."

"So, are you enjoying the view?” His lips curve upwards into a knowing smirk.

You tisk. “I can’t complain."

"Really?” His head tilts to the side. “Cause you seemed pretty skittish before."

"Shut up!” Your eyes narrow, though there’s still a hint of amusement masked by your annoyance.

“I’m only teasing. You’re allowed to stare, you know. Besides, I like it when you look at me. A lot.” Goku trails.

“You’re the most important person in my life. My biggest support system. Even if you don’t support everything I do."

You gasp in false shock. "I don’t support you now?” You snicker. “I guess all the household chores can stop then. You can start cooking your own meals as well."

"Hey, hey. Let’s not get hasty.” He raises his hands as if he were waving a white flag high in the air, signaling a truce. The thought alone of you no longer cooking for him is enough to make him do anything. “You know that’s not what I meant. Like when I enter tournaments… or when I fight bad guys."

"Oh, You’re so right. How selfish of me!” Your voice drips with sarcasm. “I’m so sorry that I don’t want my boyfriend to die!”

“Come on. You gotta have more faith in me than that…”

“Well, you’ve clearly never met you.” You’ve spent numerous sleepless nights worrying sick about him. No wonder why your doctor always warns you about your blood pressure. “You’re a maniac when it comes to a challenge.”

That’s a point he can’t really argue about. There’s nothing that gets his blood pumping like a challenge. Well, besides you, of course. “You don’t seem to mind much when I’m training.” He flashes you a teasing smile. “I always gotta be in fighting shape.”

“Oh, ya tough guy? How about you show me a few moves then?”

“Alright.” He nods. “How about now?”

Your eyes remain on him, dumbfounded. “Goku…” You squeak. “I was kidding."

"Don’t be like that. This will be fun.” He runs a hand through his spikey hair. “Plus, you always say we need to spend more time together."

"I meant dates! Not this.” You gesture with your hands.

“Well… you can always think of this as a date.”

You shake your head. “Absolutely not.”

“Please, for me.” His lips contort into a pout.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, huffing dramatically. “It’s not happening. So get the idea out of your head."

He steps closer to you, grabbing your hands. His hands engulf yours as your eyes meet. "This is really important to me. I know that I don’t exactly make your life easy. And being with me constantly puts your life in danger. I just… want the woman I love to be able to protect herself. It’ll give me some peace of mind. I’m begging you.”

Your heart melts. The light touch of his calloused palms against your own mixed with the warmth in his eyes. And just like that, you’re about to yield. You sigh. “Fine.” You always give in to him far too easily.

“Thank you.” His typical big, dopey grin spreads across his face. “So let’s get started.” His large hands find your waist, repositioning you into a fighting stance. He moves one of his legs between yours, gently kicking your legs apart to widen your stance. He can so easily adjust your smaller frame as if you were a doll.

It always amazes you how delicate Goku is with you. He’s one of the strongest beings in the universe, yet he’s so gentle. “Okay, stay just like that. Now, I need you to ball your hands up into fists. Like this.” He demonstrates the action for you. You copy, making fists with your hands. Clasping your thumbs into your grip. It feels so unnatural.

All it takes is one look for Goku to start laughing. “No. Not like that.” He shakes his head, grabbing your right hand. He untucks your thumb, then does the same with your left. “Your thumb’s go on the outside. You’re gonna break your hand like that.” He traces a finger along your thumb, sending a shiver down your spine. “And we don’t want that to happen.”

“Wow.” You giggle. “Who knew you’d be such a strict teacher. Now what?” You look up at him with big eyes. You’re quite surprised. You never knew something like this could feel so intimate. Though, it does make sense. You have heard that taking an interest in things your partner loves can be good for a relationship.

Goku takes a few steps back, appreciating your form. And maybe he uses this time to take a brief peek at your assets. He takes a deep breath before his arms fall loosely at his sides. “Now. Hit me."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me.” He grins. “Hit me.”

Your brows raise. “Have you lost your mind? I’m not going to hit you!”

“Come on.” His voice trails. “You know you want to.”

“I do not! You’re insane."

"Don’t be so dramatic. I doubt I’d even feel it. And you know what? I bet you wouldn’t even be able to hit me. You’re probably just scared. A little scaredy cat.” He knows much like himself, you won’t back down from a challenge. You have a competitive streak. Board games are terrifying territory in your home.

Your fists clench. Your nostrils flare. Your eyes narrow at the man in front of you. “Oh. It’s so on.” You send a barrage of sloppy punches his way, which he easily manages to evade. He’s so quick. Inhumanly fast. It’s not fair.

“Oh, come on, I know you can do better than that. I’m not even breaking a sweat here.” Your knuckles turn white as you send one last punch his way. Your fist connects with his jaw, sending him flying back. Looks like all that dishwashing has paid off after all.

Goku falls to the ground with a thud. Your eyes bug out, and you rush over to his side. “Goku! Are you okay?” You kneel down, hovering over him.

He groans, lifting his head up. “You know… I’m starting to think you don’t need my protection at all.” His head falls back to the ground, a breathy chuckle escaping his lips. “Cause with your right hook… I think you’ll be able to enter tournaments yourself.”

You glare down at him. “Definitely not."

"Oh, come on. We can enter like couples competitions.”

You place a hand on your hip, giving Goku the look. “It’s not happening. You have a better shot at convincing Vegeta."

"It would be fun. And you know it."

You roll your eyes, leaning down to caress his face. "That’s gonna leave a bruise.” Your lips contort into a frown.

Goku grins at your concern. He can’t help it. “I’m gonna be fine. I’ve been hit way harder than that.” He grabs you, pulling your body flush against his own.

“Hey! What are you—” He silences you. Pressing his soft lips against your own.

He grabs your chin, tilting it so you’re looking him in the eyes. “I love you.”

Your face flushes. “I- I love you too, stupid.” You stand up. “Now, let’s go.” You grab his hand, pulling him up. “We’re getting you ice. Now."

"But I wanna keep—” You cut him off.

“This is not up for discussion, mister.” You pull him along with you, dragging him into the house. Checkmate, you win.

#submission #domestic fluff #goku x reader #female reader #dragon ball x reader #dragon ball fanfiction

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tigirl-and-co · 11 months ago

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Recreation of an image I made I think back in 2016-2017, that I have not seen since probably 2019. If I ever find it again, I will post it here

YES you may use him as an icon!!! In fact I would be delighted!

The first one was made for the use of a dear friend, which is part of why I'm so sad I can't find it. So in his memory, go forth and use christmas tree headass Vegeta!

#dragon babble #titi's meme factory #dbz #vegeta #dragon ball #christmas #the old one was probably funnier idk.#it used an image of him on kami's lookout but the hair was the EXACT same shape so i was thrown off for a second

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cringe--is--dead · 2 years ago

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He Sees You When You're Sleeping

For once in what felt like forever the house was quiet, it was calm. You, Trunks, and Goten were in the living room, your brother and Goten quiet as they concentrated on untangling the strings of lights. Your mother had given it to you as a task, but once she left to make hot chocolate, you quickly planted the lights in Trunks’ lap, opting to organize the tree ornaments.

“This is stupid,” He was mumbling to himself, and it took all your strength not to laugh at his apparent struggles. Instead, you covered your snort with a cough, though judging from his side glare, it was safe to say he still got the message.

“You’re doing great guys,” You encouraged them, smiling as he poked his tongue out aggressively at you, before his concentration shifted as he and Goten started to make a breakthrough.

You could hear your mom and grandmother in the kitchen, soft music playing through one of your mother’s homemade speakers. You had just gotten into a nice rhythm of organizing when your father walked in, sweaty as he was leaving the gravity chamber, and he paused in the doorway, eyeing the two of you curiously.

“What on earth are the pair of you doing?”

“Getting ready to decorate the Christmas tree,” You replied cheerfully, holding up some ornaments to emphasize your point.

Trunks nor Goten were paying attention, too focused on making sure they didn’t re-tangle the previously tangled knot of lights. Your father looked unamused as the two hurried to start wrapping the lights around the tree.

“You earthlings and your holidays. You all seem to just enjoy excuses to receive material items.”

You couldn’t fully argue with him there, opting to shrug as the boys worked on reaching the top of the tree. They moved a bit too quickly, and there would be gaps in the lights, but it was endearing to see them so excited about this.

“Do you wanna help us, dad?” Trunks landed with a proud look on his face, Goten landing next to him, excited as he rushed to grab an ornament from you.

Your father scoffed, “No.”

Trunks rolled his eyes, souring at your father's answer. “This is why Santa doesn’t bring you presents, dad. You’re like Scrouge.”

“You mean Scrooge?” Goten looked puzzled at the jab, and Trunks paused, embarrassed at being corrected.

“Yeah. Whatever.”

“Who is this… Santa? And why would he bring presents?”

The three of you looked at him, mixtures of confusion, bafflement, and amusement.

“You don’t know who Santa is?” Goten spoke first, eyes impossibly wide.

Your father merely tsk’ed, already annoyed with the topic at hand. You were astonished, to say the least. How had your father been on earth as long as he had and hadn’t learned who Santa was? You didn’t expect him to necessarily believe, but at least know of him.

“He’s Santa Claus,” You started to explain, knowing full well both Trunks and Goten still believed in him, courtesy of your mother and mother-in-law, “He uh, he watches the kids of the world. If they’re nice he brings them presents on Christmas.”

“If we’re naughty we get coal!”

Trunks laughed, “Yeah dad! You gotta help us or else you’ll get coal for Christmas.”

Your father remained quiet, though his gaze didn’t move from you. You could feel a bead of sweat forming on your scalp— why were you getting the infamous Vegeta stare-down? Trunks was the one goading him.

“There’s an earthling that just… watches the children of this planet, and judges them?”

“Well I mean,” He sounded dangerous, and you were floundering with your words, wishing your mother was here to explain better than you could, “Yeah?”

“Not just kids,” Trunks started to butt in, and as much as you loved your younger brother, he needed to keep his mouth shut, “He still brings (Y/N) gifts!”

“He watches you as well?”

“Well. I suppose? It’s just like— it’s what he does. He—”

“It’s like the song!” Goten supplied cheerfully, “He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake, he knows if you’ve been bad or good—”

“Thank you, Goten,” You cut him off with a smile, “You— I think my dad gets the point.”

In the kitchen, Bulma and Pancy were talking, hushed voices discussing the gifts that they had gotten, what had yet to be bought, and what plans they had coming up. Bulma was excited, holidays were always a special thing, even when she was younger. As she’s gotten older, she’s had more people to celebrate with. Going from her, her sister, and her parents, to the large family she’s created has been a gift in itself.

She was finishing up adding little toppings to the hot chocolate when you came into the kitchen, almost crashing through the doorway, panic evident on your face.

Pancy coo’ed, “What’s wrong dear?”

“Uh— mom I think you need to diffuse dad.”

“What happened?” She sounded more annoyed than afraid, knowing whatever it was that set her husband off could boil down to something as simple as Goten making a comment about his father.

“He learned who Santa is,” You stood up, wringing your hands together nervously, and Bulma placed the tray of hot chocolate down, “And he is not exactly too happy about the idea of a strange man stalking his kids.”

She sighed, running a hand through her hair, before motioning for you to walk. The pair of you made your way into the living room, Panchy offering to finish the drinks for when the events were over. In the living room, Trunks and Goten looked more panicked than you had, trying to calm Vegeta down.

“Vegeta— what is going on?” Your mother’s voice was loud and demanding, and Vegeta turned to her quickly.

“You mean to tell me you have been aware of a grown man stalking the earth’s children all year, and then deciding to play judge, jury, and executioner during the Christmas holiday?”

Oh, you hadn’t been kidding.

“Well,” When he puts it like that it does sound a bit creepy, “Didn’t you celebrate holidays on your planet?”

“We celebrated births, wars, conquers, and deaths. But we didn’t have our children being watched by some fat creep throughout the year!” He turned gold quickly, the blast of his energy knocking over the tree.

You watched it with a sad expression— at least you hadn’t placed any ornaments on it yet. Nothing was shattered or broken.

“Vegeta,” Your mom sighed, “It’s not like how you’re thinking—”

“If he just watches children, tell me, why does (Y/N) get gifts? She’s an adult— you mean to tell me he watches her as well?”

You closed your eyes, burying your face into your hands to muffle your groan. Why hadn’t your mother told him about Santa years ago? This day would have been peaceful.

“She’s still young enough to get gifts from Santa.”

“So he still watches her, does he?”

Bulma cocked a hip, eyeing him with curiosity and annoyance, “I— yes?”

“She is a married woman,” He all but growled that out, still sore that his eldest had married Goku’s oldest, “And he lays his eyes on her in the privacy of her own home.”

“Okay, dad—”

“That is not what he does—”

“What is he talking about?” Trunks turned to Goten, watching as the energy of his mom and older sister shifted from annoyance to embarrassment.

Goten merely shrugged in response, “Your dad’s not going to go kill Santa, is he?”

“He’s not in the North Pole right now,” Trunks shook his head, arms crossed as he answered like this was the most obvious thing in the world, “He could be at any of the malls around the world visiting kids. He can’t waste time searching for him.”

“Oh, he visits malls now does he?” Vegeta turned his gaze to the two of them.

“Yeah, we went to see him last week,” Trunks answered, pointing to the mantle piece where your mom had printed out the picture of the two of you with Santa.

Your mom had insisted the pair of you wear matching red and white outfits, and though they were itchy, the trip to visit Santa had been fun, refreshing almost. However, with the way your father’s mind was rearing, seeing a photo of his children, one perched on Santa’s lap, the other leaning against his side, was enough to seal the deal: he had to kill Santa.

“I told him what I wanted for Christmas, he even knows our names!” Trunks looked so proud, Santa had in fact told him he’d been a good boy that year.

“Trunks!” You couldn’t help but hiss his name at him, and he looked confused as to why you were scolding him.

“Okay, Vegeta,” Your mom pinched the bridge of her nose, “Calm down.”

“I will not calm down,” He seethed, “This man holds too much power, and to hold it over our children? I will not allow such a thing.”

“Dad,” You sighed, “It’s a normal thing! Christmas is a widely celebrated holiday, Santa visits all those who celebrate it and—”

“So he’ll be visiting our home then, correct?”

“Yes, but—”

“Good,” Thankfully, he powered down, his energy decreasing, blonde fading the black, “I shall wait for him then.”

“Oh boy,” Your mother sighed.

“When he enters our home, which as I’ve learned is considered breaking and entering, I shall challenge him. Any man able to travel the entire planet in one night must contain an immense level of power.”

“Oh my,” You turned towards your mother, exasperated, “Mom!”

“Vegeta,” She pats you on the back, “I need to talk to you. In the kitchen.” Your father scoffed, arms crossing over his chest, but he moved to walk to the kitchen nonetheless, “You three— clean this up.”

“We didn’t make the mess,” Trunks whined, but Goten moved to prop up the tree and defeated, Trunks helped him.

Your parents left for the kitchen, hopefully, your mother would explain to him that Santa was in the face, not real, so there was no immortal man stalking the children of the world. You cringed a bit— it does sound a bit creepy when explained like that.

A knock echoed from the door, and a moment later Gohan was walking in, a large smile on his face. It faded when he saw the boys struggling with the tree and the stressed look on your face.

“What happened?” He stepped forward almost cautiously, moving to wrap his arms around you, “I thought you all were just tree decorating?”

“Dad learned who Santa was today,” Your voice was muffled from where you had buried your face in his shirt.

“Oh,” He nodded in understanding, “I assume he didn’t like the idea of him?”

“He’s gonna try and fight Santa when he comes to deliver our presents,” Trunks supplied from where he was in the air, trying to help Goten steady the tree once more.

“Oh?”

Goten looked over at his big brother, “Do you think Mr. Vegeta’s gonna try and kill Santa?”

“If he does I hope I’m still on the good list,” Trunks looked stressed, “I’m not the one trying to kill him.”

Gohan laughed, “Relax buddy, your dad’s not going to kill Santa.”

“Our dad really likes Santa,” Goten floated over to you, and though you had grown more than used to the group of Saiyans using their powers around you, having Goten or Trunks fly up to be eye level with you was always funny, “He didn’t know who Santa was when he came back from the dead! Mom had to tell him, and when he first met him dad was really excited!”

“Oh yeah?” You side-eyed your husband who snorted, “Yeah. Guess it makes sense that Vegeta didn’t know about Santa, but it was surprising with dad.”

From the kitchen, a very loud, “What?” echoed throughout the house, and you had a hunch that, if your dad didn’t like the idea of Santa, he liked the realization of being fooled even less.

“I think it would have been easier to let him fight one of the mall Santas,” You muttered to Gohan, watching as Goten and Trunks plugged the lights in, marveling at their own handy work.

“Don’t say that,” He looked amused despite the worry in his voice, “Can you imagine that poor worker?”

You laughed, it proved to make a funny sight. Though you knew the poor minimum wage worker wouldn’t stand a chance against your father. Family Christmas fighting the law doesn’t sound like a good way to end the year.

#gohan x reader #dragon ball x reader #adopted reader #dragon ball z x reader #dbz x reader #vegeta and reader #bulma and reader #briefs reader #gohan x briefs reader #gohan x vegeta's daughter

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regulus-regent · 1 day ago

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Since Garden hasn't forgiven Vegeta for pelting her with a pumpkin the day before, her revenge shall be petty yet glorious, as during the night whilst everyone slept, she and her crew would plant as many fully-decorated Christmas around Capsule Corp. as they could before the morning came, all while trying to keep the noise and power levels down, leading to people wondering if Capsule Corp. was celebrating early from how many were thrown up, and in such short time too.

The prince awakes in the dim morning light, putting on a fresh set of clothes he steps out to begin his morning routine. Heading down the hallway and into the living room he's met with an array of overly festive decorations sprung throughout the compound. Garlands wrapped around railings, snowflake decals plastered on walls and a tall fully decorated Christmas tree in nearly every corner. He spots a reindeer statue to his left, its motion sensors activating as it begins to start singing a jingle in a grating high pitched voice. He silenced it with a flick of his finger, toppling it over with a satisfying thud as the noise distorts and cuts off.

"It's hardly November, that kind of buffoonery is this?" he muttered through clenched teeth.

#firestormmaidenanddragon #answered;#//he hasn't had his cup of coffee yet so he's annoyed but mostly confused rn lmao

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jacquelinemerritt · 1 year ago

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Dragon Ball Z: Abridged – Plan to Eradicate Christmas Review

Originally posted... today!

Instead of the true meaning of Christmas, we see the true meaning of an abridged series.

Over the course of Dragon Ball Z: Abridged, Team Four Star has established a lot of minute details about its characters. We saw in Christmas Tree of Might that Goku is earth’s most ardent defender of Christmas. We also learned that across the universe, very few people got to celebrate Christmas, as it was replaced by Freeza Day on any planet he conquered. And we learned that even before Freeza conquered Planet Vegeta, Santa was never able to visit them to spread love and good cheer, because the Saiyans tried to shoot him down.

Every single one of those details is capitalized on here in Plan to Eradicate Christmas. Through snippets of character interaction, we learn that Goku has been itching to defend Christmas yet again. We see Freeza’s ego displayed as he commands the Villains of Christmas past to referthemselves as the Villains of Freeza Day Past, despite them having agreed upon Christmas. Even Santa’s inability to deliver presents to Planet Vegeta is called back to, as Vegeta nostalgically recalls his favorite Christmas pastime of shooting energy blasts at Santa’s sleigh.

If these callbacks rested solely on referring back to things we already know, it’s possible that they could fall flat, but every single one is rooted in the nature of these characters we’ve come to know and love. Of course the violent egomaniac Vegeta would try to shoot down Santa’s sleigh. Of course Freeza would refuse to bow to the demands of Cooler, Turles, and King Picc…Lord Slug, who he all views as his lesser. And of course, the battle hungry, ever optimistic Goku would be salivating over another opportunity to save Christmas, his most wonderful time of the year.

The specificity of these characters is also what makes Santa work so well as a villain here. After our heroes defeat the Villains of Christmas Past, they are confronted by Santa, who reveals that all have been naughty and fallen short of the glory of Santa. Vegeta is, well Vegeta, we know what he’s done. Goku’s lust for battle endangers the entire universe, brought to the forefront with a perfectly timed ad for Dragon Ball Super, and Piccolo is held to account for his and his father’s past attempts at world domination.

Even Trunks is at fault, having time traveled so recklessly as to endanger the space-time continuum, brilliantly highlighted with a cut to what I believe is Dragon Ball GT footage. Only Gohan is without naughtiness, and is granted a present by Santa, but like every Christmas before, Santa gives him what he likes, and he likes books.

The jokes in this Christmas special all land so well because they draw on our understanding of these characters, who we’ve gotten to know over the course of the last decade Dragon Ball Z: Abridged has been produced. It’s genuinely delightful to see Team Four Star tackle a Christmas special once more as well, as they manage to turn a story from an uninteresting OVA with a generic villain into a hilarious Christmas romp.

Plan to Eradicate Christmas is a great example of what abridged series can do at their best. They can take weak ideas and repurpose them, giving them new life and meaning with a comedic edge. Team Four Star really did go and give us a gift in Christmas 2018, and showed us what abridging is really all about.

Rating: 4.5/5

Stray Observations

I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the fantastic music Cliff Weinstein composed for this special. Christmas Eve-olution / Carol of the Hells is the standout track in particular. It is wonderfully ominous and builds perfectly to the final confrontation and group Kamehameha.

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#dragon ball z abridged #dragon ball z #team four star #tfs #dbz #dbza #dbza special #dbza eradicate christmas #the first piece of new writing on this blog in four years #it feels good to be back :)#can't help but wonder if there is going to be something new up here next week as well #who could possibly predict such a thing?

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mrawkweird · 10 months ago

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Someone on Twitter I followed showed they just got a Liger Zero model

It made me remember that I defiantly had a toy of that thing back when it was new that I lost or broke at some point cause I defiantly didn't have it when all my "baby" shit got put then lost in storage. (by lost I meant sold because my mom could not or forgot to pay)

Do you ever go back and realize how FUCKING STUPID we are as kids for not taking care of our toys? Cause so much of them are worth 5x what they were when you got them. Like those crappy western made DBZ toys.

Even the stuff you get from Happy meals

On a related note, I had a Growlmon toy, but I didn't get it from the store no no, I got it because someone left it by a tree at the park. I took it home cleaned it up and kept it for myself

Pirate rules bitch

That Gundam reminds me of the time I got a Gundam Wing model kit thinking it was already whole and was forced to get good and put it together from scratch. Learned about reality real quick.

I'm glad that at some point I started valuing my shit, still keep a box of the most valuable ones stored somewhere, but I will always mourn the things that I lost on the way to that revelation.

I had the fucking Cubix toy and I let that shit fall apart. I was obsessed with the show so I got it for Christmas one year and sometimes I'm still in disbelieve that I just let it fall to the wayside. There's another thing I think about and I would pay to have this memory erased like Eternal Sunshine but I also got the OG season 1 Digivice Tamagotchi that they had....and I threw it away when the battery died.

It was this one exactly and I kick myself every time I think about it. For a time there was a part of me that thought somebody found it and went on to become a Digidestined and I just threw away the opportunity like a fool.

Also, there's a whole conversation that needs to be had about the toys they were given out at places like McDonald's and Burger King in the day. Like, let's just compare real quick Beyblade at 2 different eras with Burger King.

No other generation of kid will ever have it that good with their happy meals again. They were giving out some pretty good quality toy store shit and if you look at what they have now it's some ol' hollow bullshit. I also had the silver Gohan, Vegeta and Krillin from that BK DBZ set. I even got the gold plated Pikachu card they were giving out for Pokemon: The First Movie. That's still somewhere around here.

And it's funny you have that Growlmon story because I also have something similar where I was trying to collect all the Recess toys they had a McDonald's.

I'd keep getting every kid but fucking TJ until I lucked out and the universe said "we got something for you today" and I found that shit in the grass at the park. Pirate life is THE life.

Also, this is a loss that really hit at my core at the time mainly because I feel like it was out of my hands.

I had this Spawn figure. The coolest figure I ever had in my life at that point, maybe even ever, and I fucking lost that shit within days. Didn't go outside with it or anything. It just vanished out of thin air along with the comic it came with. Really thinking about it now I would not be surprised if my grandparents lowkey got rid of it thinking my mom brought some demonic shit into the house. Either way I genuinely hope to get it again one day.

#Action Figures #Awkweird Life

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