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carnal-lnstinct · 3 years ago

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Divinely Favored: Valentine’s Day Fic

Summary: Dalliance With Destruction Verse, Valentine’s Day AU. ( 1 year Post-ToP ). The God of Destruction learns about the upcoming Valentine’s day and makes a game out of it for her favored saiyan warriors with a promising reward. A contest for the best Valentines day gift. Pairing: Goku & Vegeta x Female Reader ( God of Destruction ) Rating: Mature / 18+ (for future chapters) AO3 Warning: ( chapter mostly dialogue, canon divergent, explicit language , manipulation, implied/referenced cheating and dubious consent present ) A/N: This is a choose your encounter kind of fic! This in no way affects the original story currently ongoing, just a special event I came up with for Valentine’s day. Choices will be posted by Monday. Feb 14. Am I confident I can complete each choice by Feb 14? No. Am I still going to try? Abso-heckin-lutely! It’s about the journey, my fellow simps, the journey and alien himbo valentine love~! ♥

[ Prologue ] [ Gift Reveal ] [ VEGETA’S GIFT ] [ GOKU’S GIFT ]

“Valentine’s Day?” You repeated, both confused and unamused with a roll of your eyes. A scoff, you lower your drinking glass from your lips. “Humans really do like to create reasons to eat and glorify each other’s company as if you couldn't just do that anyway, why the labels for every occasion?”

“I don’t expect you to understand Lady (y/n), but it is a big deal to us humans.” Bulma groaned with a wry smile, rolling her own eyes. “I take it divine beings don’t indulge in the concept of love like you do your bellies?”

“Nope. I love destroying, pudding, pizza, and the occasional Elysia fruit to unwind. That’s good enough for me. Make a festival out of that and you may pique my interest.” You shrug with a self-satisfied grin, then bounced one of your legs with your lap occupied by the small blue-haired toddler who cheered at the playful motion. Bulma would stand to disagree with you ( knowing very well you would make a reason to be present for any earthly occasion that promised food regardless of your disagreeing with it ), but instead flashes a knowing smile at her excited baby girl. You may openly object to the concept of valuing a deep connection with someone, but how you and Bulla bonded over the year since her birth spoke for itself. Surely a divine being who enjoyed their time with a baby’s affection couldn’t be so out of touch with the idea of love and its many forms.

“I guess I’m not surprised by that answer.” Bulma concedes with a laugh. “You sure picked a fine time to come visit our humble little planet then.” She adds as she reached across the table to wipe crumbs off of Bulla’s face, handing the little one her special cup before she could fuss. Then she continued, “It’s still a month away but it’s about that time a lot of holiday-themed chocolates and specials start to go around. Believe what you want about it, but Valentine’s day just gives people a chance to express their deep fondness and appreciation for one another. Sometimes it’s with a box of chocolates and a bouquet of your favorite flowers, sometimes it’s diamonds and an island vacation. Then there’s the romantic dinner by candlelight and just being in private company with the one you love.”

You watched her as she went on explaining, an eyebrow arched in intrigue at the mention of chocolates and dinner. Bulma’s cheeks seemed to warm the more she mused, sighing romantically once back in her seat. You smirk at her change in demeanor, shrugging your shoulders and lifting your glass to your lips again. “I didn’t take Vegeta to be such a romantic.”

“Are you kidding? I could barely get him out of the gravity chamber.”

Your smile starts to wane.

“-If I could set up a dining table in there, I’d be all set.” Bulma sighs wistfully. “I was hoping this year would be different. It’s like he’s growing more open to at least trying new things after all this time... He did take Trunks to the amusement park a while back, and is being a lot more present for Bulla as she grows.”

“I see,” You carefully reach over Bulla’s head to hold a cookie in her reach to grab after watching her futile attempt to get to it across the table on her own, taking another for yourself. Bulma shakes her head in response. “Not even a chocolate for you? Typical Vegeta. Well, you could always hold his armor hostage and lock off that little training room, that ought to light a fire under him.”

“Tried it. I don’t know where he ran off to but he sure came back a mess. Probably blew up another meteor just to prove to himself he could. I don’t wanna get my hopes up too much, but I feel like maybe he’ll surprise me with something new this time..” Before Bulma could continue a musical ring comes from her side and she takes a small communicator out of her pocket. There is first a woman’s voice that sounds off, Bulma greeting her as “Big Sis” while you then occupy yourself with your drink. She then sounds alarmed once another voice comes through, taking you by surprise.

“Jaco! Uhh, Excuse me for a sec Lady (Y/n), I gotta take this!” She practically jumps out of her seat and runs off toward the inside of her home, shouting “Watch Bulla for me!” behind her.

“I am not-“ You start to shout back towards her, but she was far off and the door shut behind her before you could finish. You look down in your lap at the small child and let out a defeated sigh. “-A babysitter..” You lift Bulla under her arms and turn her to face you, holding her at your eye level. “Bulla, you still respect me, right?” She answers with a babble of words you can’t quite discern but she speaks them with a giggle, small legs kicking to and fro beneath her dress. She then pressed her half-eaten, drool-covered cookie to your mouth to feed it to you. “Ugh!” You turn your face away, holding her away at arm’s length. “Is this what a Destroyer God has been reduced to? Baby leftovers?!” You sat her in the chair beside you and allowed her to have at the arrangements of food to her wishes, going from plate to plate and taking whatever snack caught her eye. She eventually settled on the sound of two spoons banging together before trying to eat one of the triangular sandwiches with them.

You mused in your own thoughts over this Valentine’s Day and the underlining facts that came along with it. Of course, the idea of special chocolates delighted you, however receiving them came off as distinctly personal, very intimate exchange between two, and you had no such being who cherished you in such a way. It came off as arbitrary rather than necessary, does one have to be loved to receive gifts and chocolate? You could just have it! And you didn’t need to wait for a single day far from now to get it. Your two lackeys crossed your mind in getting it, however for the first time since making use of them, it felt somehow intrusive to want something from them that should go to another. Bulma opening up about her failed attempts to sway Vegeta’s involvement for once may have touched your pity.

You do like to keep your punishment arrangements separate from the saiyans’ earthly marital arrangements, however frivolous and impulsive you tend to act on them. Call it recompense for the Earth’s continued existence or whatever excuse kept them shamelessly between your legs.

But that confession still got to you.

You’ve seen Bulma do so much with her bright mind and limited power for Vegeta, and that was how he responds to her? Granted it was in the past, why does he pretend to not honor his promise to her unless it’s a direct threat to her life? Goku was a problem on his own whose marriage you couldn’t imagine being too much better. Not the way he always acts like his actions to play nice with everyone he meets and feed his desire to grow strong has no effect on those around him, including his interest in Lord Zeno. How does his wife handle such exhausting behavior? He at least has the upper hand of being raised on Earth, surely he is up to par and treats his wife generously each Valentine’s. But somehow you doubt that. Her actions tend to always be longing for something as well when she is present, almost begging for the bare minimum while giving her all as well.

Those simple-minded brutes, acting entitled to what they have as if it is always going to be there waiting for them with open arms and without consequence. So they can fight and die over and over again? It’s a harsh and groundless assumption to make considering how you’ve gotten to know the Earthlings, but it isn’t exactly hard to believe knowing what you do about them now. It never ceases to disgust you how saiyans behave. Always teetering between endearing and revolting. While it’s true you have no desire for what Bulma and Chi Chi have with them, you feel you, too, now hold some responsibility over the existence of these two saiyans and the messes they make. An occasional interference wouldn’t cause too much damage.

But above all, it made your mercy for their friends, family and the Earth itself feel cheap after they beg you to spare it, just to run off with Whis and avoid their duties here. As the two saiyans crossed your mind it was like speaking the devil into existence as a shift in the air suddenly filled with energy and they appeared nearby. In their company were Whis and the new addition to their training sessions, Broly. All back from their routine training sessions. Bulla gives an excited shout toward her father and the others. Your eyes turn toward them.

“Oh, Hey there Lady (y/n)! Been a while.” Goku is first to greet you with a wave of his hand and an ever-charming smile. It’s the glare in your gaze that immediately catches both Goku and Vegeta’s attention and wipes the smile away. The two can sense something’s off.

“Come here.” You call out in an even tone, freezing them in place. Though with haste and trepidation, they match the other’s pace in moving to stand beside you. “...Except you. Shoo.” You address the larger of the saiyans who ambled your way shortly after the two made a beeline for you. He gives a confused, silent stare before turning to stay back near Whis, heeding the warnings spoken to him by the others about you.

“W-What is it you need, My Lady?” Vegeta asks without delay already trying to wrap his head around what could have you so crossed already. There was still plenty of food around you and Bulla appeared to not be bothering you.

“Your Valentine’s day celebration, Bulma was telling me about it just now. What are you getting your wives for the occasion?” You look between them, tucking your arms under your chest. They’re both visibly surprised by your question, exchanging confused looks themselves before turning back to you. You never inquired about Bulma or Chi-Chi in such a way before. Vegeta could only ponder what it was about Valentine’s day that Bulma may have said to you to warrant the immediate prying.

“By chance, are you looking to ask us to celebrate Valentine’s day with you?” The Saiyan Prince awkwardly follows up with his own question. Genuinely curious, but mostly to better grasp the situation and potential conflict with that.

“Of course not. I, for one, wouldn’t wait a whole earth month to eat tasty chocolate. Save that romantic nonsense for your wives.” You dismissively shrug off that idea, relieving him. You take this opportunity to lift Bulla from her chair and place her on the ground where she balances herself, placing two cookies in her hand to keep her distracted. She runs to Vegeta giving his leg a quick squeeze, then waddles off to the blanket of her oversized toys within your eyesight. You find yourself grinning at her sweet action, but it let it fall when you look back over to the two saiyans. “I want to know what is it you intend to be gifting your wives to show your deep fondness and appreciation and all that fuss?”

“I hadn’t thought about it,” Goku admits, tucking his arms in as well and looking up thoughtfully. “Hmm... Maybe the same thing we do every year that I was alive for, I guess.” He vaguely explains. You look at him expectantly, impatiently, and when he looks back down at you, you see the shade of pink start to fill in his cheek the longer it went on. He fought inside himself to not speak it, that maybe even that was private from you. Though you’ve seen a lot of him with all your senses to void that privacy. As usual, your stare won. He unfolds his arms and twiddles his fingers, lowering his eyes with a sheepish grin on his face. “I mean it’s nothing too extravagant I guess, Chi-Chi just wears a special, soft and thin clothing and we do it. Sometimes she suggests these positions from a book.” He confessed rather quickly. You give an acknowledging nod and nothing else, then cut your eyes to Vegeta who visibly jerked back and face turned a few shades darker than Goku’s.

“-Uh, s-same thing! Yep!” He stated and dared not to speak more, avoiding further pressing by looking elsewhere. Knowing what Bulma has told you, there was no need to ask for more of him at least. He fails where it counts. Your frown grows and they both start to sweat.

“...You are both hopeless. All the way around. You shy around this like neither of you knows what the inside of my cunt tastes like. It’s a wonder anyone would trust you with something as personal as their hearts.” You scorn them both and stand up from your seat at the table. “That is why I have a proposal for you.” Sauntering closer, you stand before them and fold your arms behind your back. “Find your wives a suitable gift and bring them to me. In exchange, I offer you something worth the fuss of your simple earthly celebration in addition to your own. Let’s say... a week from now you will show me what you came up with. That gives you ample time to get creative.”

“-A week?!” Goku gaped.

“-Lady (y/n), if you spoke to Bulma then you should know Valentine’s day is a month from now.” Vegeta insisted.

“Your point is? One week is what I am giving you. And to make it interesting,” An impish grin starts to grow across your lips and an audible gulp leaves the two saiyans. You began to pace slowly around their stiff, unnerved postures. “I will only reward the one who brings the best gift with mine. What I offer in return is a secret until then.” Lapping them twice, you came to halt in front of them again, placing your passive hands on their chests. “As a bonus, the victor... may surprise me. You can do with me as you please for 24 earth hours. Ask a favor of me I cannot deny, fight me at your strongest without me holding back, hold my title for a day, or even subjugate me to your whims. Whatever you can come up with, you may have me at your mercy. I will not retaliate. There is no consequence to what you decide for the day, you have my promise.”

You hadn’t openly shown such generosity since the first time you spared the Earth, it only further wound them up as to what you were up to and why the pressure to gift Bulma and Chi Chi for Valentine’s day. There was still some uncertainty for this, like some underlining fact purposely being omitted. The concern was more from Vegeta than Goku who was locked in at the opportunity to fight you at your strongest. For as far as he knows, he hasn’t fought you since the idea of a Super Saiyan God was first planted in his head. Vegeta wanted to ask why you personally sought to make sure they got Bulma and Chi Chi Valentine’s day gifts, but he feels he may already know the answer and you would probably just spin it into something else if he did try to question it. You gave the “mortals” enough to be content with and kept the rest for yourself. It still comes as unexpected and unusual for you to insist on such a thing. Could Bulma have bribed you with some food to put you up to this? He continued to ask other questions around this.

“Is there retaliation for denying this altogether?” Vegeta finds the means to speak again, hopefully asking the right question to gain some more knowledge behind this. You glance at him and give a casual smile.

“If one of you doesn’t want to, I will simply reward the other by default.” That gave him nothing!

“Winning by default, huh? Sounds pretty boring, but easy enough. If it’s me then I can do what I want with you like fight you at your full power, right? That’s what I would choose!” Goku chimes excitedly, that cocky look forming in his features and earning a growl from Vegeta.

“What makes you so certain you’re the one who is going to get that easy win, Kakarot?”

“-There are some conditions.” You quickly intervene, detecting the start of one of their childish fussing. “Number 1, you cannot use Whis to help you. Use your wit to get something nice and thoughtful. Number 2, you cannot try to weasel your way into being God of Destruction for longer than 24 hours, I will dispose of you on sight at the smallest sign of trickery.” You back away from them and return to your seat, picking up one of the sandwiches and tapping your lips with it. “Number 3... I forbid you to cum until Valentine’s day.”

“...Why?”

“-Starting now.”

“Oh, that’s easy enough.” Goku casually stated, and you arch your brow at him.

Vegeta lets out an exasperated, “Geez, you’re an embarrassment as a husband, how are you still married?”

“You’re one to talk, Vegeta! How does Bulma even put up with your spoiled attitude all the time?”

You clear your throat and the two back down from each other immediately, standing with their backs erect and chest puffed out. “Glad to hear that isn’t too much to ask of you, Goku.” Though a little disappointed for poor Chi Chi.

“But why can’t we, if you don’t mind me asking? What’s it to you if it’s for Chi Chi and Bulma?” Goku blatantly asked what Vegeta was itching to ask next, though less tactful than he hoped. He intervene on his own and followed up as well.

“It’s enough that you just say so, right?” The Prince concluded, experience on the matter pretty much answered that, but he pressed too. “But I am curious as well... What are you looking to gain from this My Lady?”

Chewing through your sandwich you start to grin that mischievous grin again. “You don’t trust my intentions? Oh... Or is it you do not want me to be left out on your Valentine’s day fun, Vegeta? How kind of you to think of me.” You chuckle, promptly chasing the sandwich with the remainder of your glass. Your smile softens as you look back towards them. “Don’t worry about me. It goes without saying I’ll have your cocks whenever I want so long as they continue to please me. I don’t require a special occasion.” They nod and answer like a trained reflex.

“Yes, Ma’am- Uh, My Lady, sir!“ “Yes, My Lady.”

“Good. Now that I can assure you’re both involved, there is one more condition I want to make clear.” You get comfortable in your chair, folding your arms behind your head. “If even one of you show up in a week without a gift, that is automatic grounds for losing. “And understand that I will destroy this planet for wasting my time and effort... Everyone loses..” You warn with a narrowed gaze towards them.

“Wait, so you’re giving us a week to get a gift for both Bulma and Chi Chi or you will destroy the Earth?! I thought you said there was no retaliation!”

“Honoring my word from a prior engagement is hardly retaliation, I would just be making good on my promise.”

What the hell did Bulma tell you?!

“But- I-” Vegeta stammered across his words, but if you put it out there then what could he possibly say to change your mind? You’re creating these stakes for a reason you won’t tell and you want nothing out of this. What were you plotting? “Yes, My Lady.” He concedes with a defeated sigh.

“Good. You understand. Then we are in agreement.”

“Hehe, so show up with two gifts, got it.” Goku nods sheepishly.

“Good boys.” You smile sweetly, waving your hand dismissively at them. “Go on now. I will see you one week from now.” You give them a wink as they disband Goku heading back to Broly and Vegeta going to gather up his daughter making a very fervent march toward the inside of his home.

“Meddling again already, My Lady. I thought you were done toying with them by now.” Whis sounds off behind you, a plate in hand topped with some of everything from the table and in his other hand a bitten sandwich.

“Don’t read too much into it, I am not creating competition with their marital arrangements. I am, however, ensuring they will be giving their wives something flattering for their occasion. It’s getting old hearing their savagery rear its head, the ungrateful brutes.” You sit back up and throw one of your legs over the side of the chair as you fold your arms. “Why put up such a fuss over the Earth being destroyed if they do not properly tend to their familial responsibility? It’s not like every day is a universal crisis needing them. Must I solve everything around here?” With a sigh, you shake your head. This all feels out of character, were you going soft of the Earth dwellers? “These mortals are really putting a damper on my reputation as a Destroyer...But I can’t help but feel responsible myself for them.”

Whis lets out a snort, covering his mouth as he chews into his sandwich. “Not some guilty conscience for stealing the affection of their husbands coming back to haunt you after all your tormenting. I’m so surprised to see you own up to that.”

“-Of course not! I stole nothing!” You argue. “And you’re one to talk as if you aren’t using Bulma to expand your greedy palate. I hardly see the difference between the matters.”

The tall angel gives a playful pout. “The two barely compare, my intentions are cordial and innocent.”

“Selfish and greedy! Ever since you had your first taste of the earth food.”

Whis, overexaggerating his pout, further plays innocent with a faux sob. “So cruel of you to say!” You stick your tongue out in response. He can only start to snicker to himself. “Eventually, you are going to have to let up playing with them as you do, Lady (y/n). I think they have more than earned your generosity without the need of a chase for it. They did save your life as well as the entirety of Universe 7 at Lord Zeno’s tournament, after all. It would be the least you could do.”

He’s right, and you know it. But you answer with a shrug and a smirk. “Where’s the fun if I cut them some slack now? They’ll start to think they can walk all over me. I’m not going to give up on them just yet, but you’re right. I’ll reward them.” Credit where credit is due, of course. Had they not been the epitome of what they are, you would be in a worse situation under Lord Zeno’s disposition. There was no telling what was going to become of the losing universes had not that Android boy made that wish and passed the test.

“So, if I heard correctly, you do intend to fight them at your full power if they decide to?” Whis’ staff raps at the top of your skull, a reprimand for your own actions. “I feel I must remind you what consequences will come with that and advise against it. It would be unwise to risk tearing the entire universe at the seams over an exhibition fight.”

You growl and move from your seat to stand within whispering distance of the Angel. “Don’t worry, I’m not a fool. Of course I won’t fight them at full power, but they don’t need to know that. If it’s a fight they want, then I’ll give them a little something to keep them hungry and you can mold that desire for power to your liking. Between you and me, I feel we need to be prepared in case our Lord Zenos decide to hold another tournament.” Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Broly emerge upon the table, that deep stare upon you again as you straighten up and glared at him. “...What, you interested in the game too? I don’t recall you doing anything for the last Tournament of Power to warrant any reward, ogre.” You practically hissed at the larger male. He gives no verbal response, but instead takes a tray of the remaining sandwiches with him as he turned away back over towards Goku. “-That’s what I thought... Seriously, how did we overlook him for the tournament?”

“It has been a while since we visited all across the entire universe, perhaps it is time you stop holding that against him. All things considered, we turned out just fine My Lady. I don’t believe we would have had such an enriching spectacle for our universe if we did have him.”

“Yeah, but it would have been a hell of a lot easier on my nerves...” You let out a standoffish grunt, lightly stretching your neck from side to side, as both saiyans then disappear with Goku’s instant transmission. “Regardless, I still have to hold up my end of this little game. How long would it take us to get to Planet Ambrosi from here, Whis?”

He looks into his staff silently for a moment. “I estimate if we leave now, we could be there in about 30 earth minutes. Is what I think your reason for going part of your plan with Goku and Vegeta, My Lady?”

“Hm, partially.” You start to grin again. “It’s been almost two years since we visited. But I may as well put it to good use.”

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vegetasleftsock · 4 years ago

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A Devil’s Smile (Chapter 6)

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Authors note: This chapter is particularly meaningful.. lots of great angst and more background about Milla.

Thank you to @minyapaws for helping me with concepts and editing. I feel like my work really transformed after our conversation. Please go read her story, "Ox Queen" if you haven't already. It is FANTASTICALLY written and so well thought out.

If you've read this far, thanks for sticking with the story! Find me on AO3 @vegetasleftsock. Leave your feedback and thoughts in the comments! I love to read them :)

Here’s the link to the song mentioned in the chapter “Amarillo By Morning” - George Strait https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZBf16B5vhs

Chapter 6 - Promises and Pride

A tall, thin waitress with curly red hair and a bright smile approached the high top table where Milla and Vegeta sat. She was wearing a tight, navy blue, v-neck t-shirt and ripped skinny jeans with a black apron tied around her tiny waist.

The attractive waitress shone her blindingly white smile at the pair and handed them each a menu and a set of silverware.

“Hi, guys! Welcome to Umai Ramen! My name is Amy and I’ll be your server today.” She glanced back and forth between Vegeta and Milla before clapping her hands together. “Can I get you two started with something to drink? We have soda, beer on tap, and sake.”

Milla stared at her intently as she spoke and gave her an earnest smile before starting to order. “We’ll both have whatever craft beer you’re into at the moment,” Milla said, batting her eyelashes and still smiling softly at the redhead with her cheek in her palm.

Vegeta glanced up from his menu and watched the interaction silently. He raised an eyebrow and questioned to himself why Milla seemed to be laying it on thick with this waitress.

“Actually,” Vegeta started, causing the waitress to stop the scribbles she was making on her notepad and look up towards his voice. “You can get me a water.”

The woman awkwardly smiled and nodded her head. “You got it. I’m going to go ahead and put these in for you guys while you take a look at the menu. Be right back!” The waitress said with a polite grin before striding away.

“She’s so pretty,” Milla said nonchalantly while her eyes glazed over the long, creme colored, laminated menu.

Vegeta scoffed and looked mildly disgusted. “She looks like she could be crushed with a gust of wind.”

“If you don’t think she’s hot, you’ve got some fucked up taste.” Milla shrugged while still glancing over the menu.

“Ha!” Vegeta laughed, setting his menu down on the wooden table to cross his arms across his chest in a gesture of confidence. “What does that say about yourself-”

In the middle of speaking, Vegeta had realized what he just admitted to, but it was too late to take the words back.

Milla sat in silence, staring, burning a hole through her menu. Without moving her face, she glanced to the side and then looked up to meet Vegeta’s gaze.

She analyzed his face and saw him trying to play it off, but the color in his face was a dead giveaway. It was the same face he had made the night they had met, when Milla had used her finger to lift his face towards her while she performed.

Milla rolled her lips in, trying to hide her smile and spare his pride but she couldn’t contain herself any longer. She burst out into laughter at the sight of him. His wide-eyed reaction sent her even further into her laughing fit until she buckled over from the cramps in her side.

She was flattered, but the look he gave her after he slipped was what made her lose it. Had Vegeta not acted like a little kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Milla might have entertained the conversation in a different way.

“Hoo!” Milla breathed while wiping a tear from her eye. “That was fucking hilarious.” She said, still slightly chuckling.

Before Vegeta could respond, the waitress reappeared and started to set cardboard coasters on the table, followed by their drinks.

“Alrighty, guys. Are we ready to order?” The waitress said, pen and pad ready.

“Yes,” Milla said, regathering herself. “Can I please get a black tonkotsu with the thicker noodles?”

“Sure can. And for you?” The waitress asked, looking to Vegeta.

“Uh- I’ll have the same thing,” Vegeta said, realizing he hadn’t finished looking at the menu.

“Awesome! We’ll get that right out for you.”

“Thank you,” Milla beamed. “By the way, your hair is just so gorgeous.”

Vegeta rolled his eyes and looked away, refusing to watch as Milla flirted with the taller female.

“Well, thank you! That’s so sweet,” the woman said, shining her big, bright smile and happy eyes at Milla. “Let me know if you guys need anything else!” She nodded towards them before walking away.

“So, I’ve never asked,” Milla said, trying to revive the conversation. “What do you do? Bulma told me that you like, fight and protect the Earth and shit, but is that all you do?” She said before taking a sip of her beer.

“Is that all I do,” Vegeta derided her question, almost mocking her. “Saiyans are warriors meant to pursue greater power. It’s not some silly little Earth duty. In fact, I’ve neglected my training by being here.”

Milla pursed her lips and nodded. “Not a silly little Earth duty. Noted.”

“I can’t imagine what kind of dull positions Earthlings hold anyways.” Vegeta stated plainly.

“For your information, not all of them happen to be dull,” Milla said, rolling her head to the side a little bit, her eyes looking up and appearing to question her own words. “My day job just so happens to be kind of bland, but it makes ends meet.”

“My point.” Vegeta said.

“Guess you got me there.” Milla laughed, her arms crossing on the table. Her sleeves were pushed up to her elbows, leaving her tattoos on display.

“What’s the reason for these?” Vegeta asked, his eyes set on her body art.

Milla looked at him, eyebrows raised. “My tattoos? I’m guessing that’s not something people have where you’re from. They’re all stories, things I find beautiful, or am attached to.”

“This one is a date,” she said pointing to a roman numeral on the side of her wrist. “My mom and dad shared a birthday. My mom passed not too long after I was born and my dad, Leo, would honor her memory every year on that day by continuing to celebrate as if she was there. It helped me feel connected to her, even though I never really met her.”

Vegeta sat, quietly listening as Milla continued to explain the story behind each of her bigger pieces.

Milla pointed to another tattoo, the one on her forearm. She laid her arm flat on the table to show him.

“This one is my childhood dog, Pinto. I grew up with him and he’s easily one of nicest dogs I’ve ever known. It was hard to lose him, but I got this tattooed so I could always see his sweet face wherever I go.” She admitted, a small smile crossing her lips as she remembered her black and tan Labrador.

“Have you ever had a pet? You don’t seem much like an animal person.”

The first thing that came to Vegeta’s mind was Nappa. Having to babysit him was the only thing he could relate to in terms of having that kind of responsibility. He just shook his head in response.

The waitress returned to their table with two large ceramic bowls. “Okie dokie, we have two black tonkatsu with udon noodles. Is there anything else I can grab you? Everything looks good?”

“Looks fantastic. Thank you.” Milla said.

Vegeta and Milla continued to learn more about each other over dinner. There were even a few moments where both of them shared small laughs. Milla liked being able to make Vegeta smile, even if it was just for a quick moment and even if it was only because she said something sarcastic about someone he disliked.

After they paid the bill and left a substantial tip, Milla convinced Vegeta to follow her back to her apartment despite his resistance.

He was spending a lot of time away from his training- too much time. He feared he was becoming too comfortable in his situation and that it would put him behind in his progress. The thought itself was unacceptable, but he pushed the feeling into the back of his mind - at least long enough that he could enjoy the events that ensued once they returned.

Vegeta tested her limits, and she tested his patience in a way that only further motivated his lust towards her. They ended only when they were both completely spent, which is a state that landed upon Milla long before Vegeta - but not something she was going to willingly admit or display.

The pair stayed where they were at to sleep for no reason other than pure exhaustion, but it’s not something that either of them were upset about.

Milla enjoyed having his warm presence in her bed and felt herself starting to let her walls down just slightly. Her chest clenched when she thought about it. Lust was one thing, friends with benefits was another thing, but commitment was not something she was ready for or even consciously interested in.

She thought about one of the values that her father always drilled into her.

Milla’s father, Leo, sat in the driver’s seat of the car. His blue eyes remained on the road ahead as he spoke to her. He was average height and build, wearing a black t-shirt, loose fitting jeans and motorcycle boots. His hair and goatee were silver and it had been that way since she was a little girl. He told her once that he started graying at 18 and that he was completely gray by 20. He was heavily tattooed, with almost his entire torso filled with art. Leo left his hands, neck, and face empty so that he could still look professional at work, but now, on his day off, his tattoos laid freely on the parts of his skin that his t-shirt left exposed. A single tattoo adorned the pinky side of his fist, a squashed insect, which represented a story from his childhood.

“You have your whole life to settle down, have kids, and do domestic shit,” Leo said. “Travel. See the world. Pursue your biggest dreams. And if you’re still dissatisfied after that, THEN find a partner. It’s not worth it before that point.”

Milla pouted her lip out. As a young girl, she always wanted to date like her friends did. At this time, she was 12 and in middle school and Leo still forbade it.

“I don’t understand why I can’t find someone I love and travel the world WITH them,” Milla said, looking at her father who frowned at her response. “Wouldn’t that make it more fun?”

“It’s hard to understand this now, but when you meet someone you love, your world stops. It starts to focus around them and you don’t feel the need to put your effort into other things. That is until that initial bond fades and you’re left with regrets.” Leo said, gaze unmoving from what was in front of him. “You fall in love, you get married, you settle down and before you know it you have bills and kids who need and deserve all of your time and attention. It’s not fair to them to be selfish.”

Milla looked down at her hands as she twiddled her thumbs. She didn’t want to believe her dad. She wanted to love and to be loved by someone so bad.

“Milla,” Leo said, glancing over at her. “If nothing else, promise me you’ll see the world. I know I’m asking a lot of you, but there’s so much out there past this little town. All the foods you and I try, you’ll love them more in person. I want you to feel whole whenever you do find your partner and I know this is the best way to do it. Promise me, Milla.”

Milla looked up towards her father, her only family in the whole world, and saw him as a parent, pleading with his only child to not make the same mistakes he made. As it often did, her heart hurt for him.

“Okay, dad. I promise.” Milla said, running her father’s words through her head, almost as if she was recording them for safe keeping.

“What if i’m afraid?”

“It’s okay to be afraid, but remember. You have to let your confidence win over that fear. Never let it overpower you, never let it win.” Leo said.

Milla clenched her fists, battling a list of fears in her head: the fear of being alone, the fear of not fulfilling her father’s promises, the fear of failure, the fear of being hurt.

She looked down at her hands again, nails digging into her palms. ��I won’t dad. I won’t ever let it win.”

Milla heaved a deep sigh after replaying the memory in her mind and thumbed over the date on the side of her wrist. Her mom’s date. Her dad’s date.

Her heart felt like it caved into her stomach. It had been five years since she heard her father’s voice. The father that made her who she is. The reason why she performs, the reason why she lives outside of the norm. He was also the father who broke her heart and her spirit. She kept this brokenness shoved deep inside where no one could ever see. No one was ever going to see her hurt, her fear- especially not her father. Not after what happened between them.

She looked over to Vegeta laying next to her. He was either asleep or pretending to be. His face usually looks so angry, but now she thought he looked strangely relaxed.

Milla stared at the ceiling and wondered what exactly she had gotten herself into. Regardless of what she felt for Vegeta, and regardless of how her father hurt her, she was never going to give up that promise that she made him.

Early morning came and Milla carefully lifted herself out of bed, doing her best not to awake Vegeta from his sleep.

She brushed her teeth and washed her face before going out to the kitchen. She decided she probably couldn’t keep as quiet as was necessary while cooking, so she crept back into her bedroom, grabbed her headphones and closed the door slowly until there was a soft, ‘click’.

Milla started to pull pans and ingredients out from her cupboard and put an earbud in each ear. She switched to her dirty pleasure playlist- country music. It reminded her of home and though she would rather die than admit she had an affinity for the genre, it was her favorite music to cook and do chores to.

Milla started by mixing the dry ingredients: flour, sugar, baking powder, salt.

Then the wet ingredients: eggs, milk, and melted butter.

As she combined the wet and dry ingredients into a batter, she sang along to the music softly.

“Amarillo by morning, up from San Antone. Everything that I’ve got- is just what I’ve got on…”

She turned on the stove and pulled a cup of chocolate chips out of a container.

“When that sun is high in that Texas sky, I’ll be buckin’ at the country fair…”

The lyrics reminded Milla of small town dances, sunsets rising over fields of endless corn, the smell of morning dew and rich soil.

Milla was always the odd one out. She remembered an incident her freshman year of high school. Her basketball team told everyone to wear boots, but the only boots Milla owned were knee-high Doc Martens. She had assumed it would be okay since it was all she had. When she showed up, everyone was wearing western boots except for her. The seniors on the team zeroed in on her and made sure she knew that she was the black sheep of the team. This was just the start of a long line of incidents that occurred through her time in her tiny Texas town.

It took years of separation and a strong sense of nostalgia to bring her back to listening to country music. Now, she was confident that she could push those who alienated her to the back of her mind and focus on the good memories that the music was a soundtrack to.

“Amarillo by mornin’, Amarillo, I’ll be there.”

Milla grabbed a pat of butter from the fridge and tossed it in the pan. The heated pan sizzled on contact with the butter, and she rotated the pan to coat it.

“They took my saddle in Houston, broke my legs in Santa Fe. Lost my wife and a girlfriend, somewhere along the way.”

She remembered cooking these same pancakes with her father on Sunday mornings.

It was her grandmother’s recipe- the same one who gifted her the emerald earrings she wore every workday.

Leo was an amazing cook. Before Milla’s mom passed, he had aspired to become a chef and go to culinary school. Although taking care of Milla became a full-time job as a single father, it never stopped him from experimenting with new dishes and teaching Milla as much about the culinary arts as he could.

“Look Milla,” Leo said. “It’s all in the wrist.” He grinned widely before flipping a pancake up into the air and back into the pan.

“Wow!” Milla cheered, clapping for her father. “I wish I could do that.”

“Practice makes perfect.” Her father said, tearing a piece of the pancake off and feeding it to Pinto, who was wagging his tail happily at the offering.

Milla turned the volume up on her headphones, hoping to drown out the thoughts that made her miss everything she used to have.

She grabbed a spoonful of batter and poured it carefully into the pan before methodically placing chocolate chips into the raw, gooey pancake.

“But I’ll be looking for eight when they pull that gate- and I hope that judge ain’t blind.”

Vegeta woke up in an unfamiliar place. He realized he was still in Milla’s bedroom. He had stayed the night. Fallen asleep. Trespassed his boundaries for himself and everyone else. The discomfort with his current situation swelled inside of his chest. He needed to leave - now.

Vegeta hastily put his clothes back on, looking around and trying to figure out where Milla had gone. He was hoping that she had already left for work. The last thing he needed was Milla looking at him with those dark brown eyes and questioning why he was rushing. It would only be a greater waste of his already poorly spent time. He heard her singing from outside the door and came to terms with the fact that she was fully awake and home. This was not going to be easy, but Vegeta was not going to play a coward’s game. He had his pride.

He walked out the door and stood a couple of feet behind her and leaned against the wall, arms crossed. He listened to her sing for a moment, allowing the peace to remain for a few seconds more. As she sang each word, her accent was more and more apparent. He thought that it must be a quality that she chose to suppress.

“Amarillo by mornin’, Amarillo’s on my mind.”

Milla placed the golden brown pancake on top of the stack that was growing on a plate next to her and turned to grab another pat of butter from the fridge.

When she saw Vegeta out the corner of her eye she jumped, startled. Her face turned bright red while she wondered how long he had been standing there.

“You just love to sneak up on me, don’t you? Take a seat,” she gestured at the kitchen table with her spatula. “There’s enough ready that you can at least have a first serving.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Vegeta stated plainly.

“Oh yea?” Milla said, plucking an earbud out of her ear. Her heart sunk a little at the thought of being left alone with her feelings. She didn’t want to address how she felt about Vegeta, but his presence was still comforting. “Got somewhere you have to be?”

She held her confidence in her throat, knowing at any moment if she took a deep breath, it would come tumbling out and break her facade.

“Yes,” he said, looking towards the window where the sun was peeking out into the dark night sky, creating the tip of a sunrise. “This is the last time we can do this.”

He turned his face towards her and their eyes met. He watched as her face contorted with confusion and what he recognized as a hint of anger.

“Do what, exactly?” Milla asked, her tone sharpening. Her eyebrows furrowed and she blinked like it would somehow correct the words she was hearing.

“Be around each other in this situation. I know you’ve grown close to some of those inside of the small web of people I know, so I don’t expect to not see you. But never again in private.”

If looks could kill, Vegeta would be long gone.

Milla sat the spatula down and turned the stove off.

“What the actual fuck, Vegeta?” She growled under her breath while clenching her hands into her fists like she would every time she was scared as a little girl. Her fingernails dug further into her palms as she seethed.

“This has been a waste of my time.” Vegeta said, his stare matching her intensity.

Milla’s forehead bunched up and she threw her head back and laughed.

In the back of Vegeta’s mind, the laugh reminded him of unsettling memories from his past. Her laugh was fueled by pure rage - he was sure of it.

“A waste of your time, huh?” She said with one hand on the kitchen chair, tapping her foot in rhythm with her racing heartbeat.

She walked up to him and shoved him back by the shoulder. He barely moved, but the action made him stumble slightly out of surprise.

He glared at her, hoping she’d let it go, but it seemed to only fuel Milla further.

“Since we’re sharing our feelings, do you want to know what’s a waste of MY time?” Milla snapped. “YOU. Thinking you can literally barge your way into my fucking life like some rouge bulldozer. Honestly Vegeta, what kind of fucked up are you that you literally had me thinking for EVEN A SPLIT SECOND that I might have cared about you? You took care of me, took interest in me, LITERALLY admitted your attraction to me and led me on to think you cared and now you’re just going to act like I don’t exist? Because why, Vegeta?”

She pushed her chest against his brick wall of a body shoving him back slightly, looking up at him as he looked straight past her.

“HUH? Look at me.” She demanded in a low tone.

He flipped his glare down to look her in the eye. The more time he spent here, the more damage would be created and he was well aware of that.

“Because why, Vegeta?” she repeated, getting close to his face. “Because it’s too much for you? Is the brave Prince Vegeta too afraid to face his own fucking feelings?” Each word she spoke was like venom. “Just as I thought initially. Fucking. Pathetic.”

She held eye contact with him for another full moment before shoving herself away from him. She turned around and started walking towards her bedroom.

“Get the fuck out, Vegeta.” She said.

Vegeta stood where she left him, his blood boiling at the brim of each insult that cut into his pride.

He didn’t have his father, he didn’t have his people, but he had his pride.

“And you think that you can get off acting like some little spoiled brat?” He laughed, smirking at her as though her words left him unaffected.

“Vegeta. Shut the fuck up and get the fuck out!” Milla yelled.

“How could you be so dense as to think that I would be interested in commitment with a dirty little Earth brat like you? I wouldn’t dare destroy my royal bloodline by choosing someone like you as my mate.” Vegeta said, lying through his teeth.

“Dude, you are seriously fucked up! Get the FUCK out of my house, Vegeta!” Milla shouted, pointing at the door.

He took a couple of steps towards Milla and locked eyes with her, their staring contest commencing once again.

“I expected more from you, Milla.” Vegeta said, cupping her chin. Her eyes went wide when she heard those words, and a shock went bellowing through her entire body. He was saying things out of pure spite at this point, choosing anything he could say that would hurt her. He scoffed and left without another word.

Milla stood motionless, eyes still wide as saucers. Her facade crumbled and her knees gave out beneath her as tears streamed down her face. She didn’t feel like she was crying, but the warmth of the little droplets running down her cheeks told her that she was.

Her body was frozen, those words echoing in her head.

“I expected more from you, Milla.” Vegeta said.

“I expected more from you, Milla.” Leo said.

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duhragonball · 4 years ago

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State of the Damn Wienerfic

I’ve finally finished the “thousand years ago” section of my OC’s backstory, which is a big relief to me. The first 141 chapters of Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan were intended to develop the title character as a protagonist in her own right, and not just a guest star or supporting player to the main cast, like Tapion in “Wrath of the Dragon”. I was always worried that I’d meet some untimely end before I finished, and no one would know how things turned out for her.

From 142 onward, I’m flashing forward to the events of Dragon Ball:Xenoverse. It’s not going to be a total adaptation of the game’s story mode, but I did like the notion that if I ever reached this point, the fic has a tenative ending, and a curious reader could run Xenoverse 1 on Steam and get a general idea of what happens next. But I’m still alive, so I guess I’ll go ahead and write my version.

It’s still surreal to me that I’ve reached this milestone. I’ve thought about it for so long and now it’s here. I wrote the bulk of #142 last November, and some other material that still needs to be organized, and my goal for this year’s NanoWriMo is to plow forward. A lot of things will be different, and I think one of them is that I feel like I can be more open about the creative process. So if you want to see how the sausage is made, click the read more. If you’d rather see how crayons are made, watch this video below.

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There’s a Sesame Street version of this, but those are all orange crayons, and I like yellow better. Also I like the way Mr. Rogers says “crayons”.

All right, now that those weird crayon people are distracted, let’s talk about Luffa.

I came up with the idea around 2004, I think. DBZ was done airing in the U.S., and I wanted to write some sort of fanfic about it, but I was having trouble coming up with ideas. I felt like the main story had wrapped up very well with Z, and GT only seemed to prove that you can’t top the original story. So I started thinking about the lore, and that led me to the Legendary Super Saiyan that Vegeta spoke of in DBZ Episode 66.

There were a few things that bugged me about the DBZ fandom at the time. Mostly I was just reading the GameFaqs boards to find any hot scoops about upcoming DBZ games, and no one really knew much of anything, so the board was mostly guys shooting idle speculation back and forth. Occasionally someone would bring up the fact that we never saw any female Super Saiyans, which led some to suspect that such a thing must be impossible. The one explanation that stuck in my craw was that “women can’t get angry enough”. Usually, misogynists are always saying women are too emotional to do anything else, so by that logic, you’d think it would be much easier for Saiyan women. They’d just flip out whenever a stray laser bolt fries their hair, like Daphne Zuniga in “Spaceballs.”

The other thing that bugged me was the Broly-worship in some circles. One way or another, Broly hype reached American fans well before the Funimation dub of Movie 8. I remember the official promotions from Funimation acknowledging that fans kind of already knew who the guy was. For a few years before 2003, I think Broly became this mythical figure, like your friend whose uncle works for Nintendo, or “Q” telling 4-chan all about how everyone you don’t like is going to get arrested soon. I’m pretty sure this is why you can still find Broly fanart where he’s beating up Galactus, Kid Buu, and Superman, to name a few. I think a lot of fanboys got it in their head that Broly could kick anybody’s ass, which is weird because he can’t even win in his own movies.

I think even the official stuff played into this idea, since Broly would often be used as a special bonus boss in a lot of video games, so you beat Kid Buu and then hold on, now you have to fight Broly. So it’s not hard to get the vibe that he’s the real final boss of everything. I’m curious how the 2018 version of Broly will affect the perception of the character, but it’s probably too soon to tell. In the mid-2000′s, though, it felt like a lot of people believed that Broly was a more legitimate Super Saiyan than Goku or the others, by virtue of being green and irrationally violent.

So this was on my mind when I thought about what to do with the Super Saiyan from 1000 years ago. I felt like there were people who wanted to believe that this character was a lot more like Broly than Goku, which is dumb, because the whole point of Super Saiyan Goku was that he was taking on the same role as the last guy. And, for my money, the moral of Goku going Super Saiyan was that he was the only Saiyan of his generation who understood the same thing all the old Super Saiyans did. Something about his upbringing on Earth helped him reach that level. All the other Saiyans were too contaminated by their own culture of ruthless dickery.

And so I thought that it would really flip the script if I wrote a story about that Legendary Super Saiyan and made him very different from the fanboy perception of Broly. And I’d make him a her, just to twist the knife. Not only is this not Broly, but she’s one of those women Super Saiyans everyone thinks can’t happen. I doubt anyone from GameFaqs in 2007 would even notice my fic, but I’d like to think they’d be pissed about what I’ve done.

I tried writing some of this down in 2006, but I didn’t get very far, mostly because I was intimidated by the scope of the idea. I didn’t think I could do a long story, but I wasn’t sure a short story could get the idea across. So I just didn’t do it at all, and kept thinking about it from time to time. I wanted to make Luffa as a custom character in a video game, if they ever made a game with CAC features. Ultimate Tenkaichi had it, but you could only make a Saiyan man... which just reinforced my motivations for doing this kind of a story.

Finally, Dragon Ball Xenoverse debuted a more robust CAC feature in 2015, and I could design the character properly. I didn’t have much in the way of ideas, so I just sort of let the gameplay take me where it would. The game is set in the future, and Trunks just wishes for an ally, so who’s to say that this ally couldn’t have come from the past? You do a lot of grinding in the game, and there’s a lot of exposition, and that gave me time to think about what what Luffa had been doing right before she got to this place. And slowly, I started to iron out what I wanted to write.

Her costume was just a convenience, really. I went with short hair because the long hair doesn’t “float” when you go Super Saiyan in the game. I wanted some sort of old-school looking armor, but everything in the game was based on costumes from the show, and the “Saiyan” armor in DBZ was Frieza’s thing. It wouldn’t have existed a thousand years earlier. I might have gone for something like Cabba’s outfit in Dragon Ball Super, but that wouldn’t be available until a few years later. So that left me with a choice between a baggy martial arts dogi or the skin tight Pilot Suit. The Pilot Suit is kind of... distracting, since it’s just a skin, and the developers make you stare at the character’s ass the whole time. On the other hand, a baggy dogi kind of made her look like Cell Games Gohan. So I went with baggy pants and fitted shirts.

The black and yellow color scheme was mostly so I wouldn’t confuse my character from the others appearing on the screen during fights. That ruled out purple, orange, and blue, since the Z-Fighters wear those. I resisted yellow, because that’s my favorite color, but later I realized black and yellow is perfect, because that’s the color scheme of the giant ape in Vegeta’s flashback.

Playing the game helped motivate me to actually sit down and write the story, because I finally had a fleshed out character that I could see and do things with. And making her fight DBZ characters got me to consider how she would react to those concepts. Would she respect Vegeta’s royal bloodline, or would she be unimpressed like Goku? How would she feel about Frieza’s destruction of their home planet? Would she even recognize it as her home planet? How does she feel about the fact that no one remembers anything about her?

My goal for the first 141 chapters was to build a world and a backstory that would set up the answers to those questions. The villains in that part of the story are all misogynists of one stripe or another. They view women as tools to be exploited, or as enemies to be eliminated, or as distractions to be ignored. They see Luffa doing her thing and they all say “She can’t do that,” and then she does it harder.

Now that I think about it, I suppose the appeal to the character, and the thing that frustrates her so much, is that she’s just trying to be herself, but all these buttholes in the universe are outraged by it, and yet they just can’t stop her. They want her to die, or go away, or become something else, something they can accept, but she just refuses to do that, and she’s got the raw power to tell them all where they can shove it. This whole thing is my ham-fisted attempt to write a feminist allegory with Saiyans in it, and I’ll never be good enough to get it exactly right, but you know, it’s not as hard as I thought it would be. Along the way, some LBGT stuff started to get into the mix, and I thought “Well, I’m really in the deep end of the pool now.” I’m sorry if I got anything wrong, but I think I did okay. I’m not breaking any records, but I managed to avoid drowning, right?

Anyway, that’s why the Saiyans hate her guts, because all the Saiyans in DBZ resented Goku as being weak and worthless. Even when Goku surpassed Vegeta, Vegeta still thought he lacked the killer instinct to be a “““true”“““ Super Saiyan. Luffa’s got plenty of killer instinct, but the Saiyans hate her out of jealousy and fear. Vegeta accused Trunks of lying about being a Saiyan, because his hair wasn’t the right color. I wanted to make a whole population of Saiyans who would quibble over those kinds of details. “The stone the builders have rejected has become the capstone.”

This is also why I made the Saiyan King the main villain, because I wanted to echo Goku’s conflict with Vegeta, and King Vegeta’s conflict with Paragus and Broly. If there’s a Super Saiyan every thousand years, then what happens to the second strongest Saiyan whenever that day comes? Does he stand aside like John the Baptist, or does he refuse to accept the changing times?

The purpose of all of this was to explain why Vegeta remembers the legend of the Super Saiyan, but nothing about the person. Why doesn’t he know Luffa’s name, or what color her pants were? Because his ancestors hated her, and suppressed the parts of her story that they didn’t like. Even as Vegeta recalls what little he knows, he thinks “I never actually believed it.”

Okay, but Luffa had friends, right? Wouldn’t they have left a record for future generations? Well maybe, but how long would it take to fade into obscurity? And Luffa’s kind of a private person. Everyone in her inner circle avoided the spotlight. There’s a move about her, but it’s filled with wild inaccuracies. Eyewitnesses to her battles can only describe a glowing blur. Close-up footage just shows an irritable Saiyan woman with a strange dyejob. Most civilians find regular Saiyans to be pretty extraordinary as they are. A Super Saiyan doesn’t seem that much more impressive.

What you wind up with is this legacy of battles that were fought and won by a single, mighty warrior, but no one can agree on what that warrior was exactly. At some point, enough time passes where the Saiyans are willing to reclaim the legend. “Yeah, that guy had to be a Saiyan. Who else could do all those things?” But the things she stood for and learned along the way, that’s all lost.

I just didn’t think it’d take me 647,471 words to explain all of that. But now I can finally write the part with all the popular characters in it. Right now, my big problem is that I have to slap together a few more OC’s and I need to figure out just what the hell Towa’s deal is. The Dragon Ball Wiki attempts to explain whatever happens in those Dragon Ball Heroes games, but it doesn’t seem like they wrote any of it to fit a coherent narrative. I’d like to use as much official Demon Realm lore as possible, if only because that’s what Towa and Demigra’s fans would be familiar with, but I’m not sure how this is going to look. I mean, they’re gonna get an ass-whoopin’, I know that part, but I’d like to flesh out their characters before the beating starts.

Anyway, I got my work cut out for me. But at least the soundtrack will be epic.

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#luffastuff #get lost orange crayons #yellow is so much better than orange #like #i know colors can't fight #but if they could #*if they could*#i'm pretty sure yellow could kick the shit out of orange #like if a lady wearing yellow fought a dude in orange he'd probably get wrecked #i think you see where i'm going with this train of thought #yajirobe and gt bulma are in deep trouble #wait

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garlic-gun · 2 years ago

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its hot and i didnt want to try to work from my computer so sketchbook for the day. i wanted to have vegito's outfit be a little more of a mix and i am thinking. questionably coherent design thoughts below

vegito always looked a little weird to me (not in a bad way, but when i had seen him as a kid my brain registered a bit of a visual mismatch that made him feel really interesting) and im trying to figure out a way to mix that with how i draw his components, along with trying to make his outfit be a little less like.. for lack of a better word segmented? like how he Just has vegeta's gloves and shoes with Just goku's gi with reversed colors. it works to show that theres a connection between them and while keeping him distinguishable, but i think there could be more and i'm messing around a bit to try it.

i in part designed him in contrast to how i draw gogeta but Thats in part bc i have some ideas about designing fusions in general. my concept is that, based on the fusion dance being a deliberate convergence with an emphasis on being in sync, while a potara fusion i feel is inherently a bit more chaotic, as two people could literally be at each other's throats and refuse to cooperate but still be able to fuse with the earrings, but the dance Requires them to trust each other and understand each other. i tried to have my gogeta design be like overall visually in-between goku and vegeta in a sense, whereas vegito's look is more like... some features may intensely be one or the other or they might not be immediately distinguishable. my idea is that gogeta's features are a little more balancee between goku and vegeta, but vegito has a more kind of unknowable mixture that may not even always make sense. i dont think any of This made sense lets talk about the clothes

im keeping the broad strokes of his outfit the same (trying to generally keep a similar silhouette and color balance), but alter the nuances. i draw goku's gi pretty baggy meanwhile vegeta apparently lives exclusively in tighter clothes, as even when hes not wearing the saiyan armor, he seems to gravitate toward something close and when he and goku fuse i'm pretty sure its the latter (im still in the android saga, i havent actually met him yet), and ive given vegito's clothes a closer fit as well as making the shirt a bit more of a tank top like vegeta's, and taking the fact that when i draw goku, his undershirt's sleeves are rolled up, for vegito i decided to not (this sentence fell apart). i wanted to combine the wristbands and the gloves and ive been thinking about giving him two-toned gloves for a while but i couldnt settle exactly on what else to do about how they'd look. i decided to roll them up (originally i actually made the gloves shorter but they started looking a little wonky) and have the palm of the glove be blue while the top of the hand would be white, and have that be reversed at the cuff of the glove. im not sure what exactly to do with the boots yet, as i'd like to make it look less like Just vegeta's shoes but he's still taking a lot clothing-wise from goku and if i were to, for example, make the boots white but with the patterns from goku, it would be kind of oversaturated by him. to balance out goku more, i've given vegito more of the shape language i would use for vegeta (theyre both pretty angular, contrast with goku and gogeta whom i have more soft and flowy) as well as proportions more like vegeta (vegito is taller, from goku, but his long legs and slimmer frame are from vegeta) but i feel like it isnt as apparent in part bc it ends up averaging out to basically how he looks in canon but a little different, as it feels like a little bit too much of the goku got kinda lost in translation. my intention was to have vegito overall just kind of be his own guy with the influences not Always being readily apparent from goku and vegeta, with him leaning more vegeta when they Are, but i might have done that a little too well. whatever send post

#my art #do i dare enter the tags..#maybe i will another day #but i do want to do it for organization.. but i also dont want to tag him.#i dont know how to solve this dilemma bc i think the 'only first 5 tags are indexed' thing is outdated #but i have no way to like. verify that bit of information #again keep in mind i am Still in the android saga i do not know this man

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emmaekay · 7 years ago

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Kotonari - a sequel to Keiyaku

AN: Hello! I’ve been wrestling with this first chapter for probably a week. If you haven’t read Keiyaku – stop. The entire plot of Keiyaku will be spoiled within this first chapter and that will make you sad. Just surf the #vegebul au tag on my blog to find the Keiyaku master post and happy reading. If you enjoyed Keiyaku, hooray! Since I’m not writing this for a smutfest, not every chapter will contain sex scenes this time – womp womp – but this story will be explicit.

This is chapter one, part one. Chapter one, part two coming soon!

Chapter One – Birth

Part One:

“There’s one thing,” Vegeta began, addressing his father over the shogi board, “that I never understood.”

The king snorted. “Just one? I could list the things you don’t understand, given time and the appropriate length of writing paper.”

Tiles snapped against the board and Vegeta clicked his teeth, his trademark response when no biting remark came to mind. “Tch. About the fasting, I mean.”

“Well, my son, when a male and a female feel a deep bond –“

“Were you always this sarcastic?”

The king laughed. “What is this ‘one thing?”

“Before Bulma arrived, you were so insistant that I find a woman to fast. Insistent to the point of threatening me, to the point of desperation. That day,” Vegeta recalled, snapping another tile down, “you seemed almost afraid of some… consequence if I did not choose a partner immediately.”

“Mm. I was not afraid.”

“Your eyes were afraid.”

“Vegeta, I was not afraid. But. If I were afraid, what do you suspect the cause of that fear to have been? Have you ever known your King, your father, to fear anything?”

Vegeta played a tile more, and his father took his turn languidly. Had he ever known his father to show fear? What did a King with a Kingdom undisputed ever fear? Vegeta turned the thought over and over in his mind.

A tile snapped against the board.

“I will tell you, I fear one thing, son.”

Vegeta’s hand dropped.

“There is yet one foe in this world I fear. It is not disease or death, or any such abstract concept. I will embrace my death when it comes and I will fight any disease like I would any man – ruthlessly. It is a person. Can you fathom who it might be?”

Vegeta played his tile as his mother swept into the room. She was speaking to several attendants about her plans for the day and important meetings she must take, about Bulma’s doctor arriving soon and reminding her ladies-in-waiting that she must be informed the very second that doctor arrived. She broke off her stream of directions and demands to cross over to her husband and son.

She draped herself over the King’s broad left shoulder, lazily surveying the board. “You’re losing, my King.”

“I am aware, Pea,” he said mirthlessly, but kissing her hand before giving it a squeeze and letting it drop again.

Queen Pea reached over her husband and snapped a tile over her son’s king piece. “Match.”

Both the King and the Prince dropped their jaws – neither had seen the winning move staring them in the face. Prince Vegeta had thought he was toying with his father – victory assured – but had stepped into a trap the King hadn’t even intended to set.

The queen sashayed away, back to her attendants to continue an endless stream of duties, as the men continued to puzzle.

“And now you know,” the King began, “the identity of the one and only person in this universe who I fear.”

“Mother?”

“The queen had not been pleased with your long absence, nor with the death of your brother, for at least a full sun cycle before you came home. She was ready to go out into the stars to find and actually fight you – actually fight you, Vegeta – to force you to return. The fact is, she was insistent that you come home and fast to someone because she was lonely for her children.”

“I see.”

“And when she is insistent, it is of me. Constantly. Daily. Hourly. Minutely. There are a limited number of times I can stand to be berated by that woman, and I had reached my limit the day your boots hit Vegetasei.”

Vegeta laughed, a chuckle at first that built to a full laugh, head thrown back. What death? What frailty? What abdication? His father was tired of his mother’s endless bitching, and took it out on him.

The King joined his son’s laughter until both men were redoubled in belly shaking hilarity.

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“Ohh, babies, come ouuuut,” Bulma moaned painfully, rubbing her swollen belly. “You have to be big enough now, don’t you? I’ll send your father in there!”

“Will you now?” Vegeta stood in the doorway of their study, Bulma sprawled out before him on the fourth couch they’d had this week. The first – too soft, the second – too firm, the third – no reason, it just made Bulma cry to look at it.

“Ve-ge-taaaaaaa, why won’t the babies come? It’s been one thousand years.”

“It has been 38-41 weeks, depending on when you became pregnant.”

“IT’S BEEN LONGER THAN THAT.”

Vegeta smirked and crossed the room to his beloved one – his beloved ones. He knelt down at the couch and put his head on Bulma’s thigh, mouth facing the dome of her womb and pressed a soft kiss to her flesh. “Little Saiyans, your mother wishes to meet you. Your grandmother wishes to meet you.”

Bulma laid her head back on a pillow and felt herself beginning to cry – again – for no reason other than the gentle timbre of her lover’s voice.

“Little warriors, come out and see your people.

Little royals, come out and see the land.

Little prince and little princess

Your Kingdom is at hand.”

The words were an old royal Saiyan nursery rhyme, and technically, it should have been “little prince OR little princess” but Vegeta had decided long ago that there was one of each in there. He didn’t know how he knew, but he did. Bulma hadn’t disputed it – in fact, she agreed with him. There were no ultrasounds, nothing like the prenatal care on Earth, but there were doctors and doulas who could read the ki signatures of the babies. Queen Pea sent for a specialist with knowledge of the Saiyan Gemini, but he was across the planet and refused to travel by pod. He should be in Asket soon, but until he arrived, Bulma was uncomfortable and weepy and from somewhere down in the pit of her stomach, she was worried about the babies, but didn’t know why.

Vegeta continued humming wordlessly, soothing the babies until their ki mellowed. As it did, some of the pain went out of Bulma’s face and she felt herself relax.

“They like you better than me already,” she pouted.

“Nonsense. Saiyans just don’t like being cooped up together for extended periods of time. They were probably fighting.”

“Vegeta, babies don’t fight.”

“Saiyan babies do.” He joked, tickling her thighs with ungloved fingers, raising gooseflesh all over her legs and arms.

“Of course they don’t!” she giggled.

“Of course they do. Saiyans are warlike beasts and you’ll be all alone amongst three of them. We’ll outnumber you.”

“Oh, but I’m sure,” she purred as he began kissing her belly, parting her legs and sweeping his hands over and over the inside of her thighs, “that my prince will defend me from such beasties.”

Vegeta chuckled, his chest rumbling as he hiked her dress a little further up her hips to expose her pert behind and tuft of unruly blue hair. Panties had gone by the wayside about 8 months into her pregnancy, and dresses were about the only thing she could wear. Her normally delicately manicured hair had grown wild, and natural, and for some reason, Vegeta preferred her that way. She was raw, and real, and she was all his.

He kissed lower on her bump, lower down to that tuft of blue, lower down still to kiss her lips and watch her squirm. “Ahn, Vegeta.” She cooed, already melting at his touch.

“Yes, Princess Bulma?”

“I love you.”

He dove into her then, parting her and lapping up her juicy sweetness as it flowed out around his gentle, skillful fingers as they curled into her and rubbed that spot she loved. With his free hand, he massaged and soothed her ever-aching back and she moaned in two kinds of pleasure underneath him. When she grasped his hair with her fingers and cried out, he increased the intensity and sent her toppling over the edge of her delight.

He looked up at her, wiping his mouth. “Come on. I ran you a bath.”

He picked her up with ease, like picking up an overstuffed pillow, and carried her to the bathing chamber. Beri had actually run the bath, sprinkling in oils and herbs to soothe Bulma’s discomfort and stress. The chamber smelled like roses and the steam was warm around her naked body. He knelt down on one knee, lowering her gently into the water. Her head lolled back and she breathed a sigh.

“Tell Beri I said thank you.”

“Tch.” So much for taking credit. “I’ll be in the kitchen. Call me when you’re ready to get out.”

“Mmhm.” “Bulma.”

“Hmm?” she mumbled, eyes closed.

“Call me when you’re ready to get out. Do not attempt to get out on your own – again.”

“I won’t.”

“Bulma…” he growled a warning.

“Really! Falling once was enough.”

Satisfied, or as satisfied as he was going to be, he shut the door behind him.

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“VEGETA!” Bulma screamed. Something was wrong, something was wrong with the babies. The water around her was red, billowing out from a deep crimson into a pink blush at the edges of the tub. “VEGETA!” Bulma was bawling, crying, screaming as Vegeta burst through the bathing chamber door.

“Woma –“ he cut himself off as he was stunned into silence. Blood in the water, terror on her tear streaked face. In half a second, he was at the tub. “I’ll go get Beri or one of the doulas from the castle or – “ He began to pull away from her.

“Vegeta don’t leave me! What’s happening, what’s happening, what’s wrong with my babies?”

He didn’t know. He couldn’t answer her. He needed to go find someone who could help, but she was digging her desperate fingers into his arm and weeping, weeping in abject and perfect terror. Blood welled up from the pricks in his arm, and welled out of her into the water.

“Little warriors, come out and see your people,” he began to sing, in his low, gravelly baritone – an accidental vibrato now, as fear stole in to his voice and it shook and broke. He could feel himself about to cry… something he had not done since he was a baby himself.

“V-vegeta,” Bulma sobbed, “that’s not going to work this time.”

He swallowed. Was he about to meet his children, or watch his wife die? “Little royals, come out and see the land.” He choked, plunging one arm into the water between her legs, as the air around them took on the softest lilac glow.

Bulma was straining against him, against the tub, pushing because instinct told her to. He could feel a little head in his hand, and he jumped into the tub fully clothed, never letting his hand stray from that soft, wet mop of hair.

“Little prince and little princess,” he sang, because he could not scream in his terror, covered now in the bloody water with his wife astride him as he faced her, hands ready to catch their little child. Their little living child, he willed, he insisted.

One last mighty push, and the babe was free in his hands and coming up through the water and breaching the water now, and squalling and crying now – alive, alive, alive his heart sang.

“Your Kingdom is at hand.”

Bulma’s head fell back, cracking against the edge of the tub. “Bulma. Bulma!” He shook her thigh, but she didn’t respond. Tucking the babe - prince or princess unknown, but live and crying with a fury – into the skin tight chest of the suit he still wore, he leaned forward and with measured strength, slapped her face. “BULMA!”

She came to, blinking, bewildered, dazed. “Is he?” and the baby answered her question with renewed volume. “Alive. Stay awake Bulma, stay awake now.” She groaned and tensed every muscle, crying again.

“Vegeta, it hurts!”

“I know, I know, I’m here.”

“The other baby’s coming,” she gritted through bared teeth. The lavender glow of the room deepened to a deep, plummy aubergine light and Bulma pushed again with all her strength. One baby still tucked up into his chest and held in place with his left arm, he had only one hand to catch the baby coming now. Bulma screamed and wept, wept and screamed.

Blood billowed out into the water, and Vegeta felt the baby’s head. “She’s here, she’s here. One more, Bulma, just one more.”

A final, almighty and exhausting effort – Bulma pulled herself up, hands digging into the backs of her knees and feet braced against the solidity of Vegeta’s abdominal muscles – a final push and the baby was born.

Bulma watched through a dreamlike haze as Vegeta’s hand pulled the baby up through the water, up through the air, in silence. She didn’t cry. Was she alive? Was she alive? “Vegeta – is she?” Bulma choked on the question, on her tears.

With a careful hand, Vegeta turned the baby to face her mother – her bright black eyes open, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling in rapid but steady breaths. He placed the little princess on Bulma’s bare chest. Alive.

Beri burst through the door then, at last, “Prince Vegeta, the estate is glowing purple!” Her eyes widened in horror and fear as she saw the babies, saw the blood, saw the fully clothed prince awash in the tub and an exhausted Bulma weeping in pain and in joy. “I’ll get the doctors! I’ll get your mother!” She flew from the room as fast as she could.

Bulma was still bleeding into the water, and Vegeta could feel her ki fading. “Bulma.”

“Vegeta, look.” She whispered to him, “She’s perfect. She’s perfect. You were right, one girl. Is the other a boy?”

“Yes.” His voice was the raspiest husk as he reached forward to take the little princess from his wife as her hands slipped down into the water. “Yes. He’s strong.”

“He’s not crying anymore.” Her voice was fading, the thinnest rumor of a whisper now.

Vegeta tucked the little princess into his shirt, next to her brother. “Bulma, you need to stay awake. Bulma!”

“Little warriors, come out and see your people,” she whispered, arms dangling limply in the water, eyes fluttering closed. “Little royals, come out and see the land.”

Vegeta lay there in her blood, trapped by his fear and uncertainty, his children pressed against his heart. He finished the rhyme, tears running down his face. “Little prince and little princess, your Kingdom is at hand.”

#Kotonari #vegebul au #vegebul #vegeta #bulma

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cutiecrates · 5 years ago

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Cutie Reviews: Gacha Gacha crate July 19

Lately I’ve been wondering if I’m either being overly critical of boxes, or not critical enough. Am I just in the middle? It’s where I would like to be if anything, but I’m not sure. If you read the blog and feel like leaving a comment please do and let me know what you think.

In other news, it seems I might be missing a box. I don’t believe I ever got my June Tokyo Treat just yet, and tomorrow it’ll have been 60 days since it shipped and I can message them on it. I’m going to double-check first though, just to make sure before I do anything.

Wood Puzzles

First up is this sorta common gachapon I tend to see when browsing, I can’t say I was ever tempted to get it though. I’m not a big fan of puzzles unless they are flattened cardboard pieces making a big picture- or those really pretty crystal puzzles of characters and various items. I got a handful of those that I love to admire in passing.

Anyhoozles, there are 5 different types featuring their own difficulties, and the brand is Koro Koro. Mine is “mystery difficulty“, which I found to be quite strange since as a pyramid it looks super easy to put together. In fact it came together already.

But... as it turns out, it’s not easy. I can see how it’s supposed to look, but the pieces want to keep sliding and won’t hold still. So I’m not really sure what I’m not getting...

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I’m not a big fan of this one- but I do know that there are people who like mental puzzles like these and would probably love this set. The pieces are clean and perfectly shaped, and I could see maybe coming to enjoy it for what it is if I played with it a few more times. I kinda lost interest after the first few <3<

Hungry Kirby

Kirby must be trending right now because he’s been appearing a lot in these boxes; not that I’m complaining. I love Kirby. If only they would start giving us some Mario Brothers now~

This series is by Takara Tomy Arts and there are 5 possible variations you can get: 2 kirby, 2 waddle dee, and 1 chef kawasaki serving as the rare piece in the collection. The figure was assembled, although you do get to put the little fork in his hand and I assume the other figures share that feature.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Besides the collection being ultra-cute, this would be perfect for re-ment. The details are really nice. The fork seems a teensy bit flimsy but I don’t think it’s really a problem or anything. This is also a minor detail but there are visible seam lines in various spots but some figures are just made that way. It’s not extremely noticeable to be an annoyance.

Kingdom Hearts Figure

I was extremely excited when I saw this one :3 who doesn’t love Kingdom Hearts? I have the games and manga, and I LOVE this series!

This is another collection of small, but detailed figurines. This series is by Bandai and includes 6 characters: Sora, King Mickey, Maleficent, a Shadow heartless, Donald, and Goofy. The included little sheet lacks detail and images and is full of some Disney information, so I suppose it’s from there, or is a collab or something?

Anyway I can’t say my favorite Kingdom Hearts character is included in this line (but we’d be here for like 10 minutes if I wrote down everyone I liked), but I always had a soft spot for Sora and he is who I would have wanted to get out of the options here.

The figures feature a chibi anime style and a few of them include an item and a small base with their name and series logo on it.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I love this little figure, but it leaves me with some confusion. From the top to the mid-section is extremely detailed, including the metallic keyblade. But from the mid-section down (I know its probably hard to see in the picture) I feel like they started neglecting detail; but with a small figure it’s probably expected right? The rest of it is very impressive.

Cat Wind Chime

(Sorry for the blur, I couldn’t get it to stop moving)

As a lover of both cats and wind chimes, this is the purrfect combination :3 Wind chimes are popular in Japan during summer, when people put them outside to listen to the jingle of the bells and feel the cooling breeze as it blows through them.

This series is by Epoch, and there are 5 kitties available; and all but 1 of them seems to have a gold bell. The 1 has silver. The dangle part, as you can probably see is the kitties tail, and each kitty has a clear bead on top to keep the string from falling through the hole.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

The detailing is really nice and simple, it looks a lot cuter than my horrible picture makes it out to be. The bell has a sweet little chime, but I did notice that when it’s hung up the tail piece becomes stiff? But when holding it, it moves fine in the breeze so I feel like it should still work fine.

Pokemon Paint

These paint palette gachapon have been pretty popular as of late I noticed. They either feature a variety of characters with art supplies, or a specific color theme- or in this case both. This series is by Kitan Club and each costs 300 yen, which I feel like is a bit expensive for such a tiny figure...

There are 5 pink adorable Pokemon to get in this collection, and if I had to choose I think I would have liked Mew or Clefairy the most. But they’re all very cute, and as you can see I got Chancy (whose Japanese name is “Lucky”).

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥

As cute as this is, as I stated above the price has me a little iffy. I mean I can see why it’s that because it’s Pokemon- but I’ve gotten cheaper gachapon with more detail/bigger size. I noticed mine has a fair amount of color issues (there not visible in the pic at all), but at the same time it doesn’t detract from the general cuteness of the concept. The seams are fine and the figure is overall smooth, and while the colors are right, they could have been applied a little better.

Dragonball Z Figurine

Our last item.... is in pieces!

That’s right, our final item is a Dragonball Z figurine that you get to semi-assemble.

Yes that is a cat next to Frieza. He wanted some attention and wouldn’t leave me alone so at this point I decided to hurry up and finish to focus on him.

Anyway, this series includes very detailed figurines from Dragonball Z and is the 3rd series/wave of the collection and includes Frieza, Super Saiyan Goku, Vegeta, and Bulma. I definitely wish I got Bulma or Vegeta, or even Goku would have sufficed, I wasn’t a Frieza fan. There is also another sheet in the gachapon, I think hinting at another possible set of characters you can get for this series.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

The detail is obviously there, which is why I’m giving this a high rating. I also like the little put together detail and how it includes a small base piece. I’m not sure if I used it right though cause it looked like it could fit on a few places...

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Quality: 4 out of 5. I feel like it was very easy to see in each and every piece. There was no major complaints other than the color touch-ups I feel like my Pokemon needed.

Items: 2.5 out of 5. Don’t get me wrong, I did like them; especially the Kingdom Hearts figure, my cute little Waddle Dee, and the kitty wind chime. But in comparison to our previous box I feel like this one was a little bit of a letdown and pretty much was full of figurines that are just set for display. There isn’t too much to do with them and I feel no sense of practicality in this box (which isn’t you would think isn’t normally a thing with gacha, but so far our boxes have been including it and there are actually a lot of practical ones you can collect) other than the wind chime. Plus a lot of the items were on the tiny-small side and for the price we pay...

Total Rank: 6 out of 10 cuties. Detail was there, as was the cuteness with the exception of 2 capsules. I feel underwhelmed by this box though and I can’t say it’s the best representative of gachapon or Gacha Gacha Crate.

♥ Cutie Scale ♥

1. Cat Wind Chime - I mean come on, this should be obvious :P

2. Kingdom Hearts Figurine - I love my little Sora~ I’m very happy I got him. The tiny keyblade is even cuter.

3. Hungry Kirby - Pretty simple, but very adorable. The whole collection would be great for a Re-ment display! Or to add to the other Kirby re-ment series.

4. Pokemon Paint - It’s cute and I like the metallic paint tube. I just wish the base looked more like actual paint, like I’ve seen the other paint series do.

5. Frieza - Even if he isn’t my favorite, I really appreciate the detailing put into him. The tail part is even missing its tip like in the actual anime. I remember that part, but I can’t say I remember it extremely well, I saw this series when I was like 6 or 7. I’m thinking of giving it to old babysitter, he was the one to introduce the series to me.

6. Wood Puzzle - It’s okay, but I just don’t feel any sort of desire to do anything with it.

#gachagachacrate #kingdomhearts #Dragonball Z #pokemongacha #kirby gachapon

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krillin-fanfic · 7 years ago

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What They Don’t Understand

Figured I’d actually toss up one of my earliest works. Think this was, like, the 4th or 5th thing I wrote. And it did not feature the usual characters. Yep, that’s right, It’s a GoChi fic. Well, less a story than kinda shilling for their relationship via the characters (heh) but a GoChi shill! Maybe you’ll at least find it entertaining.

A young boy about the age of eight sat outside his home, running his fingers through his black hair that was finally starting to grow out of a rather unattractive bowl cut while listening to the voices of his parents coming from inside the house. They were fighting. Again. And his dad hadn't been home longer than a week.

Well, perhaps fighting wasn't the appropriate word; in all actuality, they were arguing. Once again, it was about him; his mother felt he was spending too much time training, not enough studying and his father was of the opinion that he was doing fine. Now, Gohan did have to admit that he'd been slacking on his particular end of their deal; he'd be allowed to train with Piccolo and his father, but only if he did a set amount of schoolwork per day. But, at the same time, he was YEARS ahead of anyone else his age. He could hold off on picking up a single book for the next four years and still be considered advanced for his age But, once again his mother had noted this fact and threatened to rescind their deal, and his dad had jumped in, saying that he was doing fine with what he had accomplished so far that week

Now, they were arguing again and he couldn't stand it.

Normally, this wouldn't have bothered him. Normally, he'd just shrug it off as his parents being… well, his parents. But now, after what the others had said, it worried him.

Not more than ten minutes ago, a group of kids about his age had passed through the area on a nature hike, part of some scouting organization or other. Gohan had relished the opportunity to talk to them; after all, his mom was always encouraging him to make some friends his own age, and though he considered Krillin and Piccolo to be very close, he had to admit it would be nice to hang out with someone his own age. Granted, Piccolo wasn't technically much older than he was, but still. Besides, playing catch or chasing butterflies wasn't exactly the large Namek's idea of fun.

Well, he'd finally had a chance to meet those kids and things had gotten off to a pretty good start, when the first shouts had come from inside the house. The result was the other children leaving quite quickly, but not before saying some things that worried him.

The house fell suddenly, quiet as Gohan began to dread what had occurred, when an entirely new sound began to come from the house, a sound that was of a different nature, but was still quite disturbing to his young mind. It never ceased to amaze him how his parents could go from fighting one minute to… to doing THAT the next. A disturbing thought indeed, but it did bring him a little comfort. It was certainly better than hearing those two fighting.

The noise was rather short-lived, as Goku soon came walking out the front door, that same dopey grin on his face as he called out at the top of his lungs, not realizing that his son was actually only a few feet away from the door.

"GOOOOHAAAN! DINNER"S ALMOST READY!"

The boy clamped his hands firmly over his ears and resisted the urge to jump out of his skin. One fact could not be denied, even by Vegeta: if nothing else, his father had the strongest set of LUNGS in the universe…

Gohan released his ears and looked up at his father. "Um, I'm right here, Dad."

Goku put his hand behind his head and laughed sheepishly. "Oh, yeah. Sorry about that. Well, c'mon, food's almost done." He waggled his eyebrows at him. "Mom made your favorite…"

Gohan just looked back down at the ground and began to trace light patterns in the dirt with his finger. "Yeah. I'll be there in a sec."

Goku's eyes widened a bit at that statement. Gohan, like him, had never been one to refuse a meal, especially when it was his favorite. It didn't take a genius, thank God, to know that something was wrong with the boy. He sat down next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Gohan turned to look at his father, not quite sure where to begin. So many questions were running through his mind right now, he didn't know which to voice. Finally, he managed to come right out and ask. "Are you and Mom gonna… are you gonna get divorced?"

Goku's eyes flew open in shock. "What?! No! What in the world gave you that idea?!"

"Well, there were these kids that came this way earlier and they heard you two arguing. One of the girls asked me if you guys did that a lot because her parents used to do that before they got a divorce, a-and I'm worried that…" Gohan trailed off as he fought back the urge to cry.

Goku placed a hand over his face and sighed. He somehow knew this talk would come sooner or later, but not like this. "Gohan, your mother and I love each other very much. We're not gonna get a divorce."

"But…" Gohan became quiet again as his father held up a hand for silence.

"I know, it seems like we argue a lot, and we do. But that doesn't mean we don't love each other, and it certainly doesn't mean we don't love you. It's just…" he paused, looking for the right words. "It's just that, your Mom and I, well… we can be stubborn at times. And sometimes, when you have two stubborn people who have two different positions on a subject, they'll argue. But, nobody gets along all the time, Gohan. Heck, Bulma, Krillin, Yamcha and I practically grew up together, and we fought all the time! But, we're all still friends, aren't we?"

Gohan nodded and sniffled a little as his father continued. "And I know that a lot of the things we seem to disagree on revolve around you, but I want you to know it's not your fault, okay?"

He wrapped an arm around his son in a gentle hug. "Your mom and I both love you and want what's best for you. It's just that we disagree on how to go about that."

He smiled down at his son. "Mom just wants to make sure that you don't end up like me in the sense that, well, aside from fighting, I really don't have marketable skills. Granted, the way I was raised I didn't really have an opportunity for an edu- uh- education? Yeah, that's it. I kinda had an excuse, but there's a price to pay for that. Unless there's a tournament that's held somewhere, we don't really have an income. Fact is, we've actually had to live off Grandpa for a while now.

"But one day, you're gonna meet a girl…" Gohan made a face at that statement. Him, with a girl? Gross!

Goku smiled at his son's reaction. "Yeah, you might think that now, but one day you're gonna meet a girl and have a family of your own. Mom wants to make sure you can provide for them, and I agree with her. I do think she can be a little strict at times, but she's only doing it because she loves you."

Gohan then decided to ask his next question. "But, what about what people say about the way Mom acts? I mean, Vegeta says she's a crazy lady and stuff because she's always getting mad at us for doing what he says Saiyans are supposed to do..."

Goku winced, knowing full well what the 'and stuff' was that Gohan was referring to. Saying it to him was one thing, but to say it to Gohan…

"Look, Son, your mom only does that because she's worried about us."

Gohan looked confused. "But, Mom knows you're a Super Saiyan now. Why's she still worried?"

'Time for a history lesson,' Goku thought to himself as he searched his mind for the best possible answer. "Son, you know your Mom and I were only 17 when we were married, right?"

"Yeah…"

"And you remember what happened to me when the Saiyans showed up, don't you?"

Gohan remembered that painful experience all too well. "Yes…"

Goku looked down at his son, a tinge of sadness in his eyes. "Well, when that happened, your mom and I had only been together for five years. She was only 22 years old and she became a widow. That's not exactly pleasant. Before that, all we ever had to worry about was Piccolo, and he seemed to be too busy sulking to ever try to attack us again. Even if he did, he was nothing all of us put together couldn't handle if had doubled his power. So to your mom, losing me hadn't really been an issue. Then you came along and she just couldn't stop pining over you." He smiled at his son. "And I've got the baby pictures to prove it.

"Then the Saiyans arrive and suddenly, I'm dead and you're 'kidnapped' by the one she had always thought to be the greatest threat to her family. It wasn't easy on her, living here all alone. She couldn't really be visited by anyone, either, since they were busy preparing for Vegeta to arrive; Bulma came out when she could, though.

"Your mother pretty much lost us both for a full year, and the next time she saw us, we were almost dead again! If I were on the other end, I might get a little overprotective, too. She just wants to make sure we're both gonna stick around for a while."

Goku looked at Gohan and spoke the next words with all seriousness. "Son, I want you to know that you can't take everything Vegeta says seriously; he's just bitter. No matter what anyone says, to you, you should be proud to have her as a mother." He then seemed to switch topics. "Did you know that most men marry women like their mothers?" He scratched his head as he thought. "At least that's what Bulma spouted to us from her girly magazines that she always read on the island. We never really got the concept, since we never really got to know our parents. But, if my Mom was anything like Chi-Chi, then I'd say I was proud to have a mom who loved me that much."

Gohan looked at his father in a state of shock and awe. This was a side of him he'd never seen before. His grandiose thoughts were pushed aside, however, when he heard his father's stomach give a loud lurch.

Goku let out another laugh. "Wow, sounds like someone's getting impatient!" He stood up and offered his hand to Gohan. "C'mon, let's go get some food!"

He couldn't help but smile as he took his father's hand and pulled himself up off the ground. Sure, some people might think his parents seemed strange, but he knew better. They weren't really any different than anyone else; it was their circumstances that were different. It was a concept some people just didn't understand.

He was greeted upon entering the kitchen by a smile from his mother. "Well, it's about time you two got in here. I was about to go out and get you." She closed her eyes and her smile grew slightly. "Unfortunately, I had to pack your dinner up to take with you."

Gohan was slightly confused by that last statement. "Huh? Why'd you do that?"

"You're going to Grandpa's house for a few days, sweetie." She gave a sly smile to her husband. "It's that time of the month again."

Gohan regarded the way his parents looked at each other and remembered the noises coming from the house earlier that day as realization dawned on him. Without another word, he rushed up the stairs to grab his bag that he always kept packed for such a time as this.

'Then again,' he thought to himself, 'maybe there are some things about Mom and Dad that even I'M better off not knowing.'

#Dragon Ball Super #DB Super #DBS #Dragon Ball Z #DBZ #Dragon Ball #DragonBall #DragonBall Z #Gohan #Son Gohan #Goku #Son Goku #Chi-Chi #ChiChi #Gochi #goku x chichi #fanfiction #fanfic

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tigerlover16-uk · 8 years ago

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So, why do you think the Super 17 Saga turned out so poorly when Fusion Reborn is considered so good?

That’s an interesting comparison actually.

The thing about Fusion Reborn you have to keep in mind is: It was a FUN movie. It had it’s share of drama and tension in the stuff with Goku and Vegeta, but it was a very simple story. Something goes wrong in Otherworld, an evil villain is created that starts wrecking havoc, villains escape to earth and cause more havoc, Goku has to save the day while his sons, Videl and Trunks are on clean up duty on earth. It’s all very straightforward, and while we do get some character stuff between Goku and Vegeta, most of the movie is just about being entertaining. With great animation, good action, and the whole “Undead invading the earth” concept is played for fun.

Janemba is a cool villain. His initial giant babyish form is amusing, and his devil like second form looks extremely cool and he’s incredibly dangerous with cool powers. He doesn’t really have much character or any depth, guy doesn’t even get to speak, but he works as an intimidating threat and providing fun action scenes and pushing Goku and Vegeta to work together. His defeat was a bit rushed, but the build up to Gogeta made it largely satisfying either way.

The situation on earth is a lot more lighthearted meanwhile. While it does make Frieza and the other old villains into a joke, it doesn’t linger on that. We get one very brief scene where Frieza shows up and summons a ton of past villains to do battle with him… and then Gohan just flies over, disintegrates Frieza with one punch, and the other villains flee. The anti climactic nature is funny, and because it’s a quick moment and the story soon forgets about it, it doesn’t feel annoying if you’re a fan of past villains. We don’t see the rest of them getting clobbered, most of the action involves Gohan, Videl and briefly Mr Satan fighting generic undead monsters like zombies, while Goten and Trunks fight a parody of Hitler and the Nazi’s, complete with the dub adding a joke about the whole silly controversy of the Super Saiyan’s colour scheme.

The fact that the scene with Frieza was brief means that, while it may be annoying for some, it didn’t hammer in too much how weak the old villains are compared to our heroes now. And the fact that the movie is explicitly non canon and a side story helps a bit. The movie is fun and exciting, and so the scene fits.

GT tried to play the whole “Villains escape hell and invade earth” concept for drama. And that’s where it suffered. We got more moments with the villains going around attacking a city and people, but we barely get any fights. The ones we do get are brief and not satisfying. And when it becomes obvious that none of these guys can put up a real fight, the tension slips away and things quickly become dull.

Just look at Frieza and Cell, we have the two biggest and most iconic villains of the franchise (Minus Majin Buu) Together teaming up to fight Goku… and Goku’s so far past them now that they can’t do anything to him. The show tries to add some tension by showing that they’re pretty much invincible and can go on as long as they want (Opening up so many contradictions with how Z’s filler portrayed dead characters and the afterlife), but that gets brushed aside pretty quickly for the two sending him deeper into hell so some kooky old lady can put him on ice. Which backfires immediately because Goku is still alive, and Goku quickly breaks free, freezes Cell and Frieza, then we get a joke where Goku accidentally shatters them. The whole thing makes Frieza and Cell look weak, incompetent and like total jokes by the end. The fight we get isn’t even good. It all just comes off as insulting to their legacy, especially since while it’s not canon either, GT WAS trying to be an official continuation of Dragon Ball and plays this situation straight unlike Fusion Reborn, so the results have more weight to them.

The fights on earth don’t even make the Z fighters look impressive. They just make the few past villains look pathetic and that the Z Fighters are just on litter duty. There aren’t any cool fights, it mostly just Goten, Trunks et all standing around and blasting villains into oblivion with no real effort. The only villain who puts up a fight is General Rilldo, who was introduced in this series, and his fight with Gohan just serves to make Gohan look like a wimp since he doesn’t even get to throw a punch as Rilldo clobbers him before being anti-climactically one-shot by Majuub. Any good moments the Z Fighters might have had are undermined by how little a challenge they faced cleaning up the villains rampage, and by their all immediately being clobbered by Super 17 with no effort.

I mean, maybe it’s good that we barely saw any of the villains getting killed again so that most of them didn’t get a chance to look useless on screen, but it’s still insulting to all of them when they can’t pose any challenge. I mean, stuff like the red ribbon army getting killed instantly by Pan is perfectly fine, naturally a lot of the old villains aren’t going to be able to match up with how strong our heroes are now, but they could have given us something. I mean, Cooler was shown among the invading villains. That means the movie villains were fair game. So that means we have Cooler, Bojack and his crew and Hirudegarn on hand to pose a threat to our heroes. Those villains would have made for some great fights and upped the tension by forcing our heroes to struggle. Heck, as lame a character as he is, they could have still brought in Broly and he would have made for a good fight or two. Why not finally give King Cold something to do other than show off how cool Future Trunks is by easily killing the guy?

We could have even had the rest of the Z fighters besides Majuub and the saiyans get involved, like Tien, Yamcha and Krillin (Give him something to do besides get killed so he doesn’t feel like just a prop to move the story along) to fight some of the weaker villains too, really make use of the wide supporting cast and have some great action scenes. Instead of killing Nappa instantly, maybe we could demonstrate Vegeta’s character development and have him try to talk Nappa down instead and try to get through to him, apologize for treating him like disposable trash when he wasn’t useful to him and offer him a second chance. Or do something similar with Raditz and Gohan or Goku. Heck, we could have had Bardock show up randomly to help out his grandkids, since he’s bound to be in hell for his sins. There was a lot of potential with this premise, but the writers didn’t seem to want to do anything with it but the absolute minimum of what they needed to show so they could instead focus on their plot with the two evil scientist villains and Super 17.

And Super 17 is one of the most boring villains in the franchise. He has almost no personality whatsoever, his design looks a bit silly, and he’s just boring to watch. He gets a meh fight against SS4 Goku after a scene where he makes the other Z fighters look like wimps without any effort, and then he’s beaten anti-climactically. Janemba might not have had a character to him, but he was at least fun to watch and gave a good showing in his fights. Super 17 though? Just tedious and the concept behind him is stupid and just wrecks any potential for bringing Android 17 back.

And the actual drama with 17 and 18 is so brief and not particularly well written that it just feels like a waste. If things were written a lot better, this could have been a compelling tragedy, but instead it just feels annoying. And as cool as it is to see Android 18 be useful in defeating a main villain, she doesn’t even get an impressive showing, just showing up at the last minute to fire a bunch of energy balls at Super 17 to leave him vulnerable so Goku could do all the hard work himself. Not exactly all that cool. Fusion Reborn had a lot better focus on Goku and Vegeta having to work together as a team to beat the villain and the result was satisfying. Here 18 gets the bare minimum of use and is still overshadowed by Goku.

All of this just serves to make the saga feel tedious, boring and like a depressing waste of potential. The whole thing feels joyless, with very few jokes and only about 3 of them being particularly okay. Piccolo’s hammy declarations of how evil he is while blasting heaven are amusing for example, but that’s undercut by how insulting it is that they rubbed salt into the wounds left by his earlier death by stranding him in hell for the rest of the series. And there’s a bunch of other dumb decisions that just make the whole saga a chore to sit through.

So, basically that sums it up. Fusion Reborn is one of the best dragon ball movies because it used it’s premise for fun. Super 17 is one of the worst sagas in all of dragon ball because it plays a similar scenario for drama, and fails miserably in every way and instead just becomes boring and underwhelming, with a touch of insulting here and there. It really was just the laziest execution all around. Which is sad, because that’s the kind of story they can only do once and there was plenty of potential to it.

#Dragon Ball GT #Fusion reborn #dragon ball z #dragon ball super #dragon ball #super 17 #janemba

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ladyvegeets · 8 years ago

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[Smutfest] Blue Doll -05 Dom/Sub

@tpthvegebulsmutfest [read ch.1-4 here on AO3]

If being in the military taught Vegeta little else, it was that routine was important. It made things neat, streamlined, organized. Efficient.

Routine was second nature to him. He woke up early each morning in the brothel, prying himself out from under the woman’s limbs to return to his hotel he had yet to spend a night in. There he broke his fast, sometimes running into Nappa or Raditz whom he barely acknowledged with a passing grunt. He spent his days training, running through endless katas, sweating and grunting in the ever dwindling hope that one day he would be strong enough to take on his oppressor, and maybe even find the secret to the Legendary that his father had waxed poetics about in his youth.

Afterwards, Vegeta would eat, shower, then venture back to the brothel. He would lose himself in Bulma’s body before sinking into the sweet oblivion of sleep, her room somehow guarding against the nightmarish voices of his past and from the deep-seated feeling of being unfulfilled that always haunted him.

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Bulma smiled each time he arrived. She would spring from her chair and press against the glass, her eyes eating him up as he approached. He often delayed swiping his card just to banter with her. Her words stirred his interest as much as her body did. Which was odd because Vegeta didn’t like to be teased, but he allowed her to do so. He even encouraged it by delaying their intimacy. It become part of the game. Part of their routine. When he finally paid for her, she would give him a last lust-filled look before leaving to meet him in their room. Once there she instantly embraced him, whispering needy naughty things in his ear as she rubbed against him like a bitch in heat.

They would fuck for hours, both cumming multiple times until one or the other could no longer carry on, and even that wouldn’t always stop them. She taught him about pleasure; his own as well as hers. Exhausted and satiated, they sometimes exchanged words that seemed harmless enough that he soon found himself responding to her questions against his better nature.

“What’s your favorite color?” she asked him one time as she rode his cock. They were in a chair, and she was in his lap like a queen on a mount. Her breasts bounced pleasingly in his face.

“What kind of asinine question is that?” he groaned, his hands on her hips, his tail about her waist, but he let her control the pace.

“Mine’s pink,” she gasped as she slid up and down his length. “What’s yours?”

He rolled his eyes. Like he gave a fuck. The Saiyan royal colors were blue, red and gold, so perhaps one of those… He looked up at her flushed face, sparkling blue eyes waiting expectantly for his answer and her feathery-soft blue hair a mess. His hands tightened possessively on her hips.

“Blue.”

She smiled broadly, and leaned in to kiss him. She was doing that more frequently — kissing him — and every time it tripped him up and left him feeling scattered and helpless.

The next evening when he visited, she was wearing blue.

She wanted to know more about who he was. He told her of his people’s history. He spoke of their rise and fall like it happened long ago to someone else. In a way it had. He had been so young when he suddenly became the prince of two instead of an entire planet. She had looked at him sadly, and without being told had climbed onto his cock and fucked him so sweetly that, for a while, he forgot about the emptiness from the loss of his race. He wanted to ask about her people, but he got caught up in the tantalizing roll of her wet cunt and by the time he remembered to ask, the moment had passed and he decided against it. What good was speaking of her people anyway when she was likely never to see them again?

She asked how long she could expect him to keep visiting. He told her that he didn’t know. Any day he could get the alert to return to duty. But he tried not to dwell on it, and she didn’t bring it up again. He, more than most, knew that nothing lasted forever. And so did she, he suspected.

Then it happened.

One night, she was not there.

Vegeta stared at her empty display and felt an ugly black emptiness bubble inside him. Her name plaque was there. Her display was there. But she wasn’t gone. Bought by someone else for a few hours.

Of course. She’s a whore. That’s what happens.

Logically, he understood the concept. But he had grown spoilt by their routine. Ever since he began buying her for the whole night, he had owned her exclusively. Business was slow during the day, and she was so expensive that it spared her from the usual clientele. Vegeta could tell from the smell of her room that no one else had visited her since he had been stationed on the planet.

Until now.

His tail twisted unhappily around his middle as he weighed his options. He found a wall to lean against, crossed his arms, and waited.

And waited, and waited. Stewing and growing gradually more and more pissed.

Finally the door to the back opened. A masculine man, reptilian in appearance, exited.

Vegeta eyed him heavily, his gaze tracking the creature’s every movement. When the man passed him by, Vegeta flinched.

Her scent was all over him.

His knuckles white, Vegeta pressed himself into the wall, struggling not to decapitate the reptile for touching his property.

He let the man go and remained there. Waiting. His face stormy.

It was another twenty minutes before Bulma returned to her display, by which point he was absolutely livid.

“The fuck have you been?” he snapped at her, storming over to her window when she appeared. His eyes rove over her, searching for… what, he didn’t know. Signs of her sexual exploits? Abuse? Unhappiness?

She looked like she always did. And that made him feel worse. Shouldn’t she look more miserable to have been fucked by someone that wasn’t him?

“I was showering,” she told him gently.

He sneered at her. “You know I visit around this time. I’ve been waiting for a goddamn hour.”

She gave him a sympathetic smile, pressing her hands to the glass. “I know, I’m sorry. A new client came by. I tried to make it fast.”

Vegeta didn’t like that, didn’t like it one bit. What the fuck did that even mean, make it fast? Had she given that reptile some special treatment, worked harder than usual just to end the session quickly?

Fuck. He wanted to kill something.

“Go upstairs,” he snapped at her, swiping his card without looking at her anymore. He stormed over to the door and headed inside.

When he stepped into their room he saw nothing had changed, but everything felt wrong, at least to his acute Saiyan senses. The sheets on the bed were fresh, and the room was still humid and smelt of strawberries from her shower. All in an attempt to cover up her previous guest. The beginnings of a growl started forming in his chest and his tail puffed in agitation.

She came in wearing a thin ivory gown. He grabbed her wrist before she could greet him and jerked her closer.

She stumbled, surprised by his manhandling. “Vegeta! Careful, we have all night.”

He ignored her, tugging her about roughly to look her over. “Did he hurt you?” he asked irritably, scanning her creamy flesh for bruises.

“What? No, he— oh!”

Vegeta pressed his nose right up against her throat, sniffing her skin. Her scent was soft and familiar, comforting and alluring. In better circumstances, it would have stirred his arousal and quelled his rage.

But it wasn’t the only scent on her. She had showered, but the other man’s scent lingered, like stale smoke.

Vegeta bared his canines, disgusted.

The smell teased the edges of his senses, mocking. He wouldn’t be able to relax until it was gone. He sniffed down her throat, trying to find the source. He moved between her breasts, down her belly, and finally settled at the apex of her thighs. His fingers tightened on her hips.

“You stink of him.”

Her eyes widened. Before she could reply he shoved her back onto the bed and followed her down. He smacked her legs open, baring her pink cunt to his cold gaze. He leaned in and smelled her.

And nearly gagged.

“What the hell are you doing?” she finally yelled at him, grabbing a pillow from the bed and throwing it at his face. Vegeta batted it away and snarled at her.

“You let him CUM in you?!” he roared at her at full volume.

Her eyes grew large, and she shrank on the bed, intimidated by the full force of his ire. “I’m a whore, Vegeta,” she reminded him quietly.

“YOU’RE MINE!” he snarled, bowing over her aggressively. “You should have refused! You should have waited for me!” He bellowed.

Bulma closed her eyes, trembling beneath him. She took in a few breaths, trying to calm down. When she opened her eyes, he saw a fire there that he wasn’t expecting. “For how long?” she asked him coldly.

“What?”

“How long was I supposed to wait for you?” she elaborated, glaring at him unflinchingly. “An hour? Two? A day? A week? You told me yourself you could be called away at any minute. Every morning you leave, I think it could be the last I will ever see you!” She glared at him. Her cheeks burned hotly. She turned her head away, breathing hard. Her eyes shimmered worryingly.

She was right, but that didn’t make him feel any better. He struggled to think of how to reply, not used to the ugly jealousy and possessiveness that was boiling in his veins. “You could be infected for all I know,” he snarled, his words intentionally ugly, lashing out.

“…I’ve been vaccinated,” she replied, her voice unusually hollow. “We all have here, whether we wanted to be or not.”

He glared down at her, irritated that she always had a fucking answer. “Did he make you cum?” he asked cruelly, though he didn’t know why. He didn’t want to know her reply.

“Get out,” she told him, her voice small.

“What?”

“I don’t want to see you right now,” she explained, still not looking at him.

“To hell with what you want,” he snarled. “I paid for you. I’m not leaving until I get my credits worth.”

That got her attention. She looked at him, her face breaking into alarm. Before she could think to do something stupid like run or fight him, Vegeta grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. She yelped in fear and struggled, but he easily carried her to the bathroom. He tossed her into the shower with more force than was necessary. Her back hit the wall and she let out a stunned breath.

She tried to move away from him. He shoved her back against the wall and tore her robe from her body as easily as if it were rice paper.

“V-Vegeta, stop it!” she begged shrilly, attempting to cover her nudity with her arms.

He ignored her to turn on the shower. He set it to hot, then handed her the removable shower head.

She took it with trembling fingers, uncertain.

“Clean yourself up,” he told her in a low voice. He stepped away, leaning against the opposite wall to watch. Standing guard, arms folded.

She looked at him with trepidation, still in shock. He glared back at her with impatience. He had years of practice staring down enemies and making them cower. Finally her gaze slipped away. She brought the shower head up to her shoulders and started wetting her body.

“Properly,” he snapped at her. “That’s not where he left his repulsive mark on you.”

She lowered her head, hiding her face behind her bangs. She brought the shower head down to spray against her cunt.

“Spread them,” he told her.

She parted trembling legs, for once submissive. He watched her unsympathetically.

Something caught his hearing. A small sound, barely distinguishable over the running water. But steadily it grew, until he realized with gut-wrenching horror that she was crying.

She wiped at her eyes with a shaking palm, her breath hitching on her sobs as she carried out his humiliating orders.

Her crying froze him to the spot. Turned his blood cold. His skin crawled from it, itching to be free of the situation he had created. He couldn’t remember a time he felt more uncomfortable. He looked away, rattled by this turn of events. His tail swished behind him.

“…Stop,” he finally said. He glanced at her but either she hadn’t heard or didn’t care, still weeping and holding the water against her cunt.

“Stop it,” he said again, more firmly. He uncrossed his arms, his tail twisting anxiously in the air.

She shook her head, unable to stop crying.

He hissed in agitation and stepped forward. Placing his hand over hers, he gently pushed the shower head away. “Bulma, you can stop,” he told her softly, speaking her name aloud for the first time.

The shower head fell from her fingers and clattered to the tile below. She pressed her face against his chest, crying brokenly. Her tiny fist rose and beat against his chest plate, no doubt hurting her hand more than it hurt him. “You a-asshole,” she sobbed. She hit him again before curling her fingers on his armor, holding herself up by it. “Do you think I wanted to get fucked by him? Do you think I wanted to get fucked by any of them? You were the only one I…”

Vegeta felt his stomach knot. He had known, objectively, that most whores were sex slaves. But he hadn’t spared them any thought. Why would he? The universe was a cruel place. Survival of the fittest. Everyone had their sob story. He didn’t feel sorry for anyone. There was no room for pity in space, not when your own survival hinged on being the strongest, on having zero weaknesses that could be exploited.

That’s what he tried to tell himself as he stared down at the pathetic trembling creature before him. He didn’t feel bad for her. He didn’t pity her. Not in the least. If his chest tightened or his gut churned at her tears, it had to be for unrelated reasons. He certainly didn’t want to hunt down the asshole that had cum in her, and he certainly didn’t think about ripping out the reptile’s spine, bringing the dislodged head back to her as a trophy so that she might be sleep tonight knowing there was one less rapist in the universe willing to capitalize on her misfortune.

He reached out and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her shivering shoulders. “Go to bed,” he told her, not unkindly.

She shook her head, still not looking at him. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I still… I’m not clean yet.”

Vegeta’s mouth pressed into a thin line. “Just do as I say, woman.”

“I can’t… I don’t want it inside me.”

He huffed and considered what to do. At last he came to a decision. Putting his hands on her hips, he sank before her, pressing his nose to her pussy. He smelt her, inhaling her intoxicating feminine scent, and the stringent bitter stench of the other male. Fuck, she was right. It was still there. But wasn’t she always right? Had she ever not been right? Had she ever done anything but tell him the truth? It was kind of ironic to think that in all the universe, Vegeta had found someone he could trust to be honest with him, and it was a goddamn whore.

Then again, she wasn’t just any whore.

She was his. His doll.

His Bulma.

“I’ll handle it,” he told her gruffly.

He lifted his hand, biting the glove at his fingertips. With a deft tug he pulled it off and let the glove drop to the tile. Fingers bared, Vegeta touched her vulva.

She made a soft sound of surprise. He looked up at her. She had stopped crying, her eyelashes dotted with tears. She was watching him with big, wide eyes.

He held her gaze, his own laden with an unasked question, words and intentions he was incapable of verbally expressing.

And oddly enough, she understood. She nodded, giving her consent.

He slipped his middle finger inside her.

Bulma exhaled, arching against the shower wall. He eased his finger in and out of her until he could add a second. With deliberate care, he scooped out the remains her last client had left, as if he could somehow erase the act from happening as easily as he could be rid of the evidence.

Bulma moaned as he stretched her wide, fingering her deeply. She put one hand on the shoulder of his armor for support, the other slapping against the wall. Her thighs trembled.

His tail twitched as a sweet familiar smell invaded his nostrils. She was getting excited, and her arousal was his aphrodisiac. He narrowed his eyes, quickly changing priorities from cleaning to pleasuring. He had always been good at improvising.

Curling his fingers, he rubbed against the spot that got her the most wet, and relished the whimper it earned him.

“No one else is going to touch you again,” he told her, the words escaping his mouth before he could weigh their implication.

She gasped and looked at him with darkening eyes, her breathing growing erratic. “V-Vegeta, you know that’s not possible.”

He growled, displeased by her lack of faith. “You don’t think I can keep you safe?”

“That’s not what I meant…”

He plunged harder insider her, his fingers growing slick. She whimpered, her hips urgently working to meet his hand.

“Kami!” she sobbed, her hand dragging him closer.

She was so pretty like this when she lost control, losing herself to her pleasure. He leaned in and mouthed the soft inside of her thigh. He thought about marking her, to lay his claim on her over all others.

Her knees buckled. “Vegeta!” she whined.

“Good girl,” he growled with encouragement. His tail snaked up her leg possessively. “You’re mine, Bulma. You belong to me. Only I touch you. Only I cum in you. Do you understand?”

“I can’t,” she protested breathlessly. “The rules—”

“Do you understand?” he growled, asserting his dominance as he pushed a third thick finger into her pulsing cunt.

“Yes~!” she moaned helplessly, bending back in ecstasy. “Only you!”

He fucked her roughly in reward, his fingers pressing ruthlessly against her weak spot. He bit her thigh, hard, his canines breaking her skin. She came on his hand, screaming his name, as the taste of her blood filled his mouth.

~xox~

He cleaned her with sweet soaps and hot water. The scent of the intruding man was gone, washed down the drain for good.

He carried her to bed and he pulled off his armor to curl up with her, his tail wrapped firmly around her middle.

“What about you?” she murmured sleepily, both physically and emotionally drained.

He pressed his chest closer to her back, his cock snug against her bottom. “Sleep,” he told her firmly.

“You’ll be here when I wake?” she asked.

“I will,” he lied.

She drifted off.

He watched her breathe for close to an hour, the rise and fall of her chest soothing his troubled heart.

When he was certain she wouldn’t wake, he carefully untangled himself from her and got up. He dressed and left with a last look back, before heading down to the front desk.

The 6-eyed receptionist blinked at him with disinterest. “Yes?”

“How much for private privilege to the Blue Doll?”

“We offer exclusive rights to your favorite doll in six month increments,” the alien told him blandly.

Vegeta slid his card across the counter without hesitation. “Make it happen.”

~xoXox~

AN: beta-read by the incredibly talented Artephile / Marcella-Duchamp.

Fanart: stupidoomdoodles and reviolett have both done some amazing fanart for this story. Be sure to check it out and tell them how talented they are! My beta has also hinted at some fanart maybe coming our way too, so keep your eyes peeled ;)

This series was written for the Spring 2017 Vegebul Smutfest hosted by The Prince and the Heiress Google community.

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sarahw-world · 8 years ago

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My first fanfic: A Dark Heart

Chapter 11: A New Adventure

Summary: Bulma, Krillin and Yamcha are finally in space, on their way to their first destination...

Bulma stood silently in front of one of the windows of the space ship, wrapped in a thermal blanket. It never really ceased to amaze her how beautiful space was; she’d dreamt with space travel ever since she was a little girl and, even though she’d already witnessed some of the monsters that inhabited it, she couldn’t help but admire the beauty of her view.

They’d already traveled for nine days, and they were getting closer and closer to their destination: the planet where Vegeta’s ship seemed to be stationed at the moment.

From the time she’d decided to make this trip, she’d been regularly checking on the ship’s tracking system her father had installed, systematically, in all Capsule Corp. vehicles. The signal wasn’t very good and it continually appeared and disappeared from their radar. However, it was the best option they had and, at least, they knew the ship had been positioned on the same location for about six days now. Of course, there was always the possibility that the Prince had simply abandoned the vehicle and that he’d left the planet employing some other means of transportation, like one of the pods the warrior used when he first came to Earth, but the heiress hoped that, even if her man wasn’t there, she’d at least get some information on his whereabouts and perhaps even find out what exactly he’d been up to. She knew Dende had told her he’d “shed some blood”, but as far as she knew, it hadn’t been innocent blood, so that gave her hope that Vegeta’s mind and spirit wouldn’t be completely gone.

Bulma heard a soft noise and she turned around, only to be greeted by Krillin walking towards the little kitchenette.

“Want some coffee?” he softly asked her.

“Sure. Thanks, Krillin.”

“No problem…” the bald man replied.

The blue haired woman walked towards their tiny living area and she sat down on one of the small couches. They both tried to make as little noise as possible, since all three passengers had been taking turns to sleep and it was Yamcha’s chance to rest now. It had been a really good idea on Bulma’s part, that way two of them would always be completely alert in case something bad took place. And as usual, something bad had happened indeed: the ship had suddenly found itself in the middle of an electromagnetic field and some of the electrical power systems had been slightly damaged. Luckily, it hadn’t been anything major, but the scientist had decided to disconnect the main energy systems of the ship just in case. As a result, they’d spent the last couple of days in the dark, relying only in the dim emergency lights of the vehicle, and without heating or hot water. She’d also forbidden the guys from using the small gravity room she had installed on the second floor.

Bulma shivered slightly and she wrapped the blanket around herself a bit tighter. She kept telling herself that the situation was uncomfortable, but not terrible. After all, the woman had certainly found herself under worse circumstances. A lot worse. And per her calculations, they only had about thirty-six to forty-eight hours until they reached their destination.

“Here” a kind voice said, placing the steaming cup of coffee right in front of her.

“Thank you”, she replied with gratitude. A warm drink was just what she needed right now…

They both drank in silence for a minute or two, as they enjoyed the last few days of peace and quiet they’d probably get for a while. After all, who knew what kind of circumstances they’d find when they finally landed. Bulma had been able to get in touch with her father on two occasions, which hadn’t been an easy task, and he had no information whatsoever regarding the planet they were about to visit. For all they knew, it could be a planet with a hostile environment, or even worse, unfriendly inhabitants. The heiress knew her friends were strong, but not as strong as a Saiyan warrior, and as they approached their destination, Bulma found herself getting increasingly nervous about what they’d eventually find when they got there. A part of her was also starting to regret not having brought Gohan along with them, but deep down she knew that she’d made the right choice by not allowing the young boy to join them on the day of their departure from Earth.

Bulma frowned as she recalled her last day on her home planet. They were all in the garden, ready to go, her mother holding Trunks in her arms as Dr. Briefs and his daughter performed a last check up on the navigation system of the ship.

“What the hell is that?!” Yamcha said all of a sudden, as he looked at the sky.

“What?” a startled Bulma replied.

Abruptly, Goku’s son had landed near the ship, closely followed by Piccolo.

“Gohan!! No!!” the Namekian had yelled.

She looked at the boy and she realized something was wrong. He looked angry and impatient, and he spoke frantically.

“Bulma, please! Let me go with you! I can’t believe you didn’t ask me to join you!”

The scientist looked at Piccolo in confusion, and the green man answered the question that was on her mind.

“I’m sorry, Bulma. I told him that you were leaving because I was hoping Gohan would give me a hand with Trunks. My mistake… I should have waited until the ship had taken off…” he said, regret in his rough voice.

The woman nodded in understanding and she turned towards her best friend’s son once again.

“I see…” she said as she firmly put both arms on Gohan’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry, young man, but I’m afraid you can’t come with us…”

“But Bulma… You’ll need my help! It’s… It’s my responsibility to…”

“No, it’s not, Gohan”, she cut him off. Her heart tightening at the sight of the young boy, who was looking more like his father than ever, and the sense of duty and obligation present in his too young eyes… No, this wasn’t right.

“Gohan, listen to me…” she continued, her maternal instincts kicking in with a vengeance. “Your place is here, on Earth. You mother needs you, now more than ever, and you are right, you are the strongest warrior we have and you’ll be more useful staying on the planet”.

“B-But… Bulma I… I can help…” the boy said frustratingly.

Bulma knelt in front of him and she whispered in his ear, “I need you to take care of Trunks while I’m gone, Gohan. I’m sure he’s going to need you more than I would. I’ll be fine, I promise. I’m gonna find Vegeta, and then he’ll protect me when we’re finally together. You know he’s one of us now, don’t you?”

The young boy nodded, confused.

“Yeah, I guess…” he said sadly, staring at the ground now.

“Are you really going to bring him back, Bulma?” he whispered back.

“Of course!” she replied, winking playfully at him. “What’s the matter, boy? You think I can’t do it?” she asked mockingly.

The boy laughed.

“I’m sure you will” he replied. And he wasn’t lying, for he’d heard some of his dad’s stories about his adventures with the young woman and he knew she was a force of nature.

“Alright then”, she said resolutely, standing up in front of him once again. “I leave my baby in your hands, OK?”

He nodded.

“And take care of your mom, you hear me?”

She gave him a hug and a strange sense of déjà vu enveloped her, realizing there was something in the boy’s scent that smelled just like Goku when he was a kid and he used to sneak in to innocently share the bed with her…

Bulma took another sip of her coffee, suddenly finding it hard to swallow the hot beverage as she recalled her last moments on Earth, holding her child as she said her final goodbyes. Trunks had seemed in good spirits as she entered the ship, but she really had no idea how he was doing right now, having only been able to check on him on two occasions, and sometimes she felt like she was going insane from how much she was missing her baby.

“Are you OK?” Krillin asked, concern present in his voice.

“Uh? Um, sure, I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

He shrugged.

“No reason, you just seemed a bit lost in thought, that’s all… Are you worried?”

“A little…” she admitted in a low voice.

The warrior gawked at her, shocked that she had actually confessed being nervous about what they were attempting to do. These past few days he’d really gotten to see a new Bulma, perhaps a more mature one. He guessed it probably had something to do with motherhood and even with Vegeta. He found it interesting that, even though their mission was very clear, she never actually talked about the Saiyan Prince, and he didn’t dare to ask since, just like all the rest of the Z Warriors, with the exception perhaps of Goku, he’d never fully understood just what the hell had his friend seen in that man. Although some recent developments in his own personal life had started to challenge his own concepts of good and evil.

As if reading his thoughts, the heiress smiled sadly.

“Tell me the truth, Krillin, do you think I’m crazy?” she asked.

“Uh? Um, no… Not really… I mean, I’m sure you know Vegeta better than any of us. Besides, people can change, right?”

Bulma looked at him for a minute, realizing that her friend seemed to have something else on his mind, and she had a vague idea of who the lucky lady was.

“I think so” she continued. “Are you… Um… Are you hoping that someone else will change in your life, Krillin?” she asked cautiously, with a playful glint in her eyes.

The warrior blushed and he shyly nodded.

‘Bingo!’ She thought.

“Is it a lovely blonde lady?” she smirked.

“Yeah… It’s 18…” he said, avoiding her gaze and smiling like a silly teenage boy.

She smiled.

“Well… I’m happy for you” she said, really meaning it.

“Really?” he asked in shock. “You don’t really think I’m crazy?”

Bulma laughed.

“Do you realize that’s exactly the same question I just asked you myself?”

He smiled too.

“Yeah… I guess we’re both crazy, uh?”

“Or we have a sixth sense when it comes to reading people…” she said hopefully.

Krillin nodded, remaining silent.

“May I ask how things are going?” she finally asked again.

“Uh, you know…” he rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. “We’ve, uh, we’ve been on a few dates…”

She smiled, noticing how shy he looked.

“I think it’s going well… I even think…” he paused, unsure of whether he should continue or not.

“Go on… You even think, what?” she encouraged him gently.

“I think she might be the one…”

Bulma’s eyes widened a little.

“Really? Wow… Well, I hope things work out for you two…”

“You really mean that, Bulma?” he asked, still clearly insecure, looking almost embarrassed about the fact that he’d fallen in love with one of the “bad guys”. The heiress knew the feeling all too well…

“I really do. You’re a really nice guy Krillin, you deserve happiness”, she finally replied, kindly squeezing one of his hands.

He looked at the woman and he smiled, putting his other hand on top of hers.

“We’re gonna find him, Bulma. I have a good feeling about this…” he declared with complete honesty in his eyes.

Suddenly both friends heard the sound on someone clearing his throat.

They both turned their heads only to find a sleepy Yamcha witnessing the scene with curious eyes.

“Um… Is everything OK?” he finally asked.

Krillin let go of Bulma’s hand.

“Yeah… Just, catching up, you know…” the scientist replied.

“Alright… Well, I’m not feeling like sleeping anymore, so you can rest now if you want, Bulma.”

As if on cue, the blue haired woman yawned.

“Yeah… I’ll go get some sleep.”

She got up and she walked towards the little hallway where the three small rooms were placed.

“Have fun, you guys…”

Bulma laid in bed and she closed her eyes, trying to get some sleep. Even though she was exhausted, her excitement about her new adventure kept her awake for a few extra minutes… She’d tried not to get her hopes up, but she knew that it was very possible that she’d finally find Vegeta in less than a couple of days, and now that she was getting closer, she had absolutely no idea what she would do if and when she actually found him.

What would she say? What would she do? And more importantly, how would he react? Would he reject her? She knew in her heart that the Prince would never, ever hurt her physically, but she knew that he’d already hurt her emotionally quite a few times in the past. She had absolutely no idea what was going on inside the Saiyan’s mind, but she knew that something was wrong with him. When she closed her eyes, she could still see those dark penetrating eyes, sadly looking at her in the middle of the night. Their last night together…

She shivered, tucking herself with the blankets, she turned on her side and she took a deep breath. Her last thought before deep sleep finally came to her was that everything was going to be alright…

Meanwhile, Yamcha sat down on the pilot’s chair. He was now fully awake, thanks to a cup of coffee and a really cold shower. He looked at the coordinates in the map where Bulma had traced their route and he frowned.

“Hey Krillin” he said softly, trying not to make too much noise. “Come here…”

“What’s up?” the bald man asked, standing next to him.

“Um… When was the last time you received the signal from Vegeta’s ship?”

“I dunno… Bulma was the one really watching it. Why? Is there something wrong?” he asked with a hint of worry in his voice.

“Well, I’m looking at the records and it says that we haven’t received any signal for about eight hours now. Isn’t that a little too much?”

“Um… Not really… I mean, I think at one point we lost it for almost an entire day. It drove poor Bulma crazy… And then we got it again, exactly on the same spot… So, I’m sure it’s OK.”

Yamcha took a deep breath.

“If you say so… Hey, how about another cup of coffee?”

“I’m on it, pal…” Krillin replied, making his way towards the kitchenette.

The scarred faced warrior got up, abandoning the pilot’s chair, and he walked towards the same window Bulma had been standing in front of before. He crossed his arms, deep in thought, hoping that Bulma would eventually find what she was looking for…

Notes: So... Only two days to go until they reach Vegeta's ship. What do you think? Do you think he'll be there?

In the next chapter, Bulma and her friends will discover the new planet and we'll get some major developments regarding Vegeta...

You can also find it at Archive of Our Own:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9066958/chapters/21144758

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recentanimenews · 5 years ago

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Defining Moments In Anime: Goku Goes Super Saiyan

Defining Moments In Anime is a new series from Crunchyroll that looks at various scenes in anime across all genres to showcase why they are special, fondly remembered, have become popular due to memes, or are just fun. We'll break down the moment itself, provide the context leading up to it, discuss the aftermath of what this moment did for the show and its fans, and figure out why exactly its worthy of being a Defining Moment In Anime!

A terrifying, golden aura has enlightened Planet Namek as Goku's rage has boiled over and he's on the verge of an astonishing transformation. On June 19, 1991, fans of Dragon Ball Z were able to witness a turning point for the series with episode 95, "Transformed At Last!! The Legendary Super Saiyan, Son Goku." At the time, people probably didn’t have a clue as to how this episode would change the course of the Dragon Ball Z series, much less how it would become an iconic part of popular culture for the next three decades. While that moment became one of the first things people think of when it comes to Dragon Ball Z, how did we get to this point in the series? To find out, we need to explore the context of this scene, its generational grip on anime and media with more parodies and references than you can count, the trend of athletes and celebrities themselves becoming Super Saiyans, and why it’s been so fondly remembered.

So, how do we get to this point? What led up to Frieza pushing Goku to his limits emotionally, which causes the transformation? A significant amount of time has been spent on Planet Namek as Krillin, Gohan, Bulma, Piccolo, Vegeta, and now Goku attempted to track down a new set of Dragon Balls. The Ginyu Squad has been disposed of, and all that stands between Earth’s mightiest warriors and the Namekian Dragon Balls is the one person who destroyed the Saiyan home planet: Frieza. By this point, Frieza has transformed into his final form and wreaked havoc on everyone. Goku has even managed to pull out a Spirit Bomb, but that wasn’t enough to take Frieza out. Instead, Frieza gets really mad and tries to finish off Goku once and for all, only for Piccolo to sacrifice himself to save Goku. In order to really show Goku who’s the boss in this fight, Frieza lifts Krillin, blows him up, and threatens to do the same to Gohan. This is the ultimate catalyst for Goku’s forthcoming transformation.

The episode makes this moment into a big deal, as it should, although it's unlikely that anyone knew how big of a moment this would end up becoming. The change in demeanor that Goku has, the (literal) electricity in the air, and how emotional everyone is within the episode makes it seem so memorable. None of the other initial Super Saiyan transformations match this in terms of intensity and how they’re remembered. Vegeta’s transformation (which happened thanks to nearly dying from a giant meteor) is almost an afterthought in the Androids Saga. Even when Gohan is able to do it, it’s more of a given that he would be able to pull it off, and it’s not seen as a show-stealing moment that will shock fans.

Despite the fact that this episode took eight years to come out overseas, the concept of Super Saiyans is something that is still talked about to this day and is a moment that really took Dragon Ball Z on a different trajectory from the original Dragon Ball. The series became, in a sense, an arms race for power as each new villain would be more powerful than the next, which would cause our heroes to find some new way to match that via more elaborate Super Saiyan transformations or through the help of fusions. Essentially, power levels weren’t quantifiable by numbers (but more on that later) and instead were just feelings that people had that made them know if someone was truly dangerous or not. The idea of Super Saiyans has continued to grow exponentially through Dragon Ball Super and will keep going if the series moves forward.

I don’t know if many of you were around when Dragon Ball Z was huge in the late 90s/early 00s and could have predicted that Super Saiyans would still have this much staying power to this day. There were so many people during that time that had “SSJ_(insert user name here)” instant messenger IDs, emails, message board handles, you name it (myself included). You’d read about these fabled Super Saiyan 5 transformations and a post- Dragon Ball GT story called Dragon Ball AF because people needed more. Years later Super Saiyans would still be parodied in shows such as YuruYuri or the moment itself would just be referenced, such as in NARUTO Spin-Off: Rock Lee & His Ninja Pals. Or, in some cases, you'll just see edited gifs of celebrities going Super Saiyan like Michael Phelps, Miguel Herrera, and John Cena (with subreddits and meme pages archiving and creating even more). Jaden Smith practically had a whole song about it.

Source: "Jaden - GOKU"

When I first watched this episode, there was such a fever pitch of excitement for where the series would go next. It's strange to think that the idea of spoiler culture really wasn't a thing, so my friends and I would try to devour any information we could get for the arcs that hadn't been dubbed into English yet. What would you do with all of that time where you're stuck with re-runs? Find Dragon Ball Z fan sites, of course, read about the Androids, Cell, and Buu sagas and have your mind blown. Plus, you could also find some strange fan-subbed images of Goku cursing up a storm and totally believe that's what the dialogue actually was. I can vividly remember reading up about The Great Saiyaman before it aired in America and rushing to school the next day to tell my cousin about it. Knowing about these new levels of Super Saiyan didn't diminish their magnitude when the series finally got to them. In contrast, when Dragon Ball finally aired in America, seeing Goku change into a Great Ape didn't feel as impressive. On the other hand, you could come up with your own original Dragon Ball characters to placate the downtime. There's certainly something nostalgic about this time period where I wanted to know everything I could about new Super Saiyan levels, new characters, new stories, and anything new that pertained to Dragon Ball Z.

I can't exactly remember if I saw it when it premiered or caught a reairing of the episode later on. Regardless, the episode really felt like a turning point for the series when watching this moment for the first time. Sure, Super Saiyans were hinted at, but this was still a huge deal to witness. When I reflect back on Dragon Ball Z, this is easily on the shortlist of top/best moments from the entire series and something I will always want to go back and watch. Back then, home video releases were inconsistent and then you'd have to wait an additional couple of months to see them on TV. It was excruciating. But despite that, this moment is probably the catalyst for me wanting to just find out everything about the series as soon as possible, rather than wait another six months for the next set of episodes to come out. If I somehow could travel back to when I first watched this episode, I'm sure 9- or 10-year-old-me is just sitting there in awe with what transpired and mentally saying "holy crap" a lot.

What makes this moment so fondly remembered by fans and makes it such an iconic moment in anime? One easy answer is that big transformation sequences are, to put it plainly, really cool. It’s one of the reasons why the magical girl genre has thrived for nearly 60 years. It’s also an extension of the power fantasy where you want to believe you have something that’s untapped and hidden within you that can help you out of bad situations.

The Saiyan's distinct look also stands out from anything else that was happening in Dragon Ball Z as super spikey blonde hair and blue-green eyes makes more of an immediate impact. You might think that was a choice to make these characters truly look different, but in reality, Akira Toriyama just wanted to cut back on coloring Goku's hair black in the manga, so he decided on something that could be represented in an uncolored way. And even though Toriyama would also try to quantify Saiyan power levels with S-Cells almost 21 years after the debut of Goku's transformation in the manga, the feeling and emotion behind turning Super Saiyan is still in the forefront of the cultural memory, as opposed to some other Sci-Fi series.

There’s also a distinct shift in Goku's demeanor when he first transforms where he takes on an even more serious approach that borders on cockiness at times. Something that might not be as well remembered from this part of Dragon Ball Z is that Goku’s hubris nearly comes back to bite him after not being prepared for Frieza's full power. Goku had to learn quickly that having a higher level of power doesn’t always mean you can take it easy. Goku was serious in big time fights before in both Dragon Ball and Z, but here he was bringing a different level of intensity that fit more in line with an edgier culture that was beginning to take hold during that time.

As Goku’s rage begins to envelop him after the death of Krillin, lightning strikes and his power starts to terraform the ground around him. His hair stands up in a way it hasn’t before and begins to flash with a golden radiance. Soon afterward, his power skyrockets as he’s enveloped in a yellow light that transforms him into what many thought was just a legend, a Super Saiyan—a defining moment in anime that won’t soon be forgotten.

What do you remember most about the first time you saw Goku become a Super Saiyan? Is it something that's stuck with you? Let us know down in the comments below, along with any other moments in anime you'd like to see featured!

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vegetasleftsock · 4 years ago

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A Devil’s Smile (Vegeta x OC)

Chapter 1

Here’s my first shot at a DBZ fanfic- obviously not canon. I haven’t written literally anything for fun since I was in early high school, so I’m sure I’m a little rusty. However, I hope some of those on Tumblr like it! I’m planning to make it a multi-chapter fic, but we’ll see!

Summary: Vegeta goes out with friends to a bar and finds interest (to his denial) in a girl that is performing that night. Milla, the girl performing, has a fearless, outspoken personality and a good sense of humor. Despite finding her attractive, Vegeta takes insult to her frankness and labels her as unpleasant. Regardless, he can’t fight his strange interest in her.

This first chapter is very sfw, but it won’t stay that way (;

Here’s the link to the song I reference in the chapter! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UNJ26HxShvk

“Fuck, keep it going!” Milla exclaimed with one hand on her drink, the other on her microphone stand. “Y’all are one hell of a crowd.”

The sound of people whooping and hollering after the end of the song echoed through the small, dimly lit bar. Milla grinned and crinkled her nose with excitement. She was truly in her element.

She set her drink on the floor beside her and swiped her thick, dark brown hair behind her ear. It shone with highlights of red under the bright stage lights.

“This next one is a long time favorite,” Milla said. She leaned against a tall, wooden barstool with one tall Doc Marten on the stage and the other on the foot rest. “Go ahead, Joey.” She nodded towards her drum player and he kicked off the first few beats to ‘The Seed’ by The Roots. Milla closed her eyes with her head back and swayed to the music, tapping her heavy boot to the rhythm of the drums. Meanwhile, Goku, Vegeta and Bulma filed into the small crowded bar. Bulma headed straight to the bar to grab drinks for everyone while the two guys took a moment to get adjusted to how cramped the space was.

“I fail to understand why puny humans have no concept of personal space,” spat Vegeta. He hated when people touched him and it was almost impossible to file through the crowd without bumping shoulders with every other person.

“Come on, Vegeta! We came here to have a good time and enjoy the music. I thought you would like this kind of stuff,” Goku said, shrugging.

“Foolish Kakarot, what makes you think I would enjoy anything about this wretched-”

“Hey, guys! Over here! I found us a place to sit!” Bulma yelled over the music, hopping and waving her hand at an attempt to be seen. They took a seat closer to the stage than any of them expected to be and Bulma distributed drinks. They clinked their glasses together and did small cheers before taking heavy sips.

“Hey, Bulma- how’d you manage to get us a table all the way up here?” Goku grinned, happy to be close to the action.

“You should know by now that I have my ways, Goku,” Bulma beamed. She was obviously proud of her tactics. With just a few flirtatious looks and some compelling words Bulma was able to convince a group of college boys to basically offer her the table, no questions asked. Vegeta kept a heavy scowl on his face as he looked around at the environment. His eyes finally found his way to the stage to watch the performance. He convinced himself that if maybe he focused on the music, it would keep him from snapping the neck of the next person who barged into him.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” Goku said from behind Vegeta. He had scooted closer to Vegeta to see if he could match his eyeline and catch what he was staring at.

“What the hell?” Vegeta recoiled away from Goku both out of surprise and anger.

“You just seem to be staring in one direction and I can’t tell what you're looking at,” Goku said, confused and determined. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think he was staring at the singer,” Bulma laughed.

Vegeta froze. How dare she claim that he was participating in silly games? He realized once she said it, his eyes were, infact, on the singer. He questioned himself on why he was even looking at her, especially for as long as he had been. He gritted his teeth.

“Silence, woman. I will not have you insinuate such things.”

“Whatever,” shrugged Bulma. “You’re still looking at her.”

Milla was walking across the stage towards the group’s table, starting her part after the first chorus.

“I don’t beg- for no rich man. And I don’t scream and kick, when his shit don’t fall in my hands man. And I know how to still.”

For a split second she looked up and caught Vegeta’s gaze. He was still scowling, but the look in his eyes led onto more. Milla caught onto this and gave him a mischievous, sideways grin while she sang. She winked at him before turning around and Vegeta ripped his eyes to the ground.

Goku laughed and grinned his typical goofy smile. “It looks like she likes you! She’s kinda scary for a lady- but in a cool way, I guess.”

Blood rushed to Vegeta’s face and he shot Goku a death glare. “Kakarot-”

Vegeta then realized that Goku and Bulma were both looking past him with big grins plastered to their faces.

“What are you fools smiling about?” Vegeta scowled and snapped his head around to see behind him. His eyes widened as he realized Milla was sitting at the edge of the stage, less than a few feet away, body facing towards him but her eyes temporarily focused on her band mate.

She posed herself at the edge of the stage, legs crossed. One hand held her red gem bedazzled microphone as she sang and the other curled the cord around her well-manicured finger.

Milla was short, but her body structure and thin, toned legs made her seem tall. She wore an oversized Dead Milkmen t-shirt as a dress that draped over fishnet leggings. Tattoos scattered her pale, olive-toned skin up and down her arms.

Vegeta, stuck in his tracks for a moment, looked right at her face as she continued to sing. She was actually attractive for a human, he thought. He looked at her deep brown, almond shaped eyes. They were almost cat-like- and her red lips that surrounded a glaringly white smile was definitely alluring.

No matter. This was starting to become an unpleasant situation for Vegeta. He realized that she was teasing him and almost mocking him in a way that was completely unacceptable. He was the Prince, ruler of all Saiyans, and one of the most powerful fighters in the universe! Just as Vegeta was getting ready to leave, Milla caught his angry gaze and smiled. She cocked her head and continued to sing, leaning forward towards him.

“Oooh-ooh-ooh, no dear, you’ll be keeping my legend alive.”

Goku and Bulma’s eyes widened out of both fear and shock as Milla tickled her finger under Vegeta’s chin. Before any of them could even react, she turned around and hopped back onto the stage to finish her performance.

“Enough,” Vegeta growled. He stood up, teeth gritted and palms clenched. He took his fist and knocked his chair over before storming out.

Goku and Bulma looked at each other, exchanged a small laugh and shrugged.

“Well, he didn’t stay long- but at least it was entertaining,” Bulma said.

**About an hour later** “Thank you guys for coming out tonight and for being such an awesome crowd. It really is such an honor to perform for you guys and be here every week. I hope everyone who comes out knows how much their support means to me,” Mila said. She held up her glass to cheers her audience, and the crowd lifted their drinks in return. People clapped and whooped as Milla walked backstage and the lights dimmed. Other bandmates started to pack away their instruments and tear down the set-up.

The bulk of the crowd filed out of the building, including Bulma and Goku. Others stayed and sat at the bar.

“Should we look around and wait for Vegeta?” Goku asked.

“Ha! Do I look like I have all night to hunt that jerk down? He’s perfectly capable of finding his own ride home, if he hasn’t already.” Bulma said. “I guess, if you say so,” Goku said, scratching the back of his neck, clearly feeling guilty. “You’re too nice,” Bulma said, dragging Goku out.

Backstage, Milla brushed her short hair into a ponytail and grabbed a makeup wipe from her duffle bag.

“Hey, Milla. That guy you were messing with earlier seemed pretty riled up,” Joey said.

Mila laughed as she swiped at her eyelids with the makeup wipe. “Oh, did he?” she replied.

“Yea, he even knocked over his chair before running out. Guess it was just too much for him.” Joey chuckled.

Milla tossed her makeup wipe in the bin by the door and slung her duffle bag over her shoulder.

“Alright boys, I’m heading out for the night. We kicked ass today. See you on Wednesday night for practice,” Milla said, heading out the back door of the building.

The guys waved their goodbyes and she exited. Outside it was cold, but the air felt nice after a long night of running around on stage. She walked to her car, which was parked the street over from the bar. Milla hated crowded parking lots and she wasn’t the best at parking. As she got to her car, she fumbled for her keys in the pocket of her cardigan.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” a voice said.

“Huh?” Milla whipped around to see the guy that her and her bandmates had been talking about. The one she caught staring at her while she sang. She laughed at the sight of him- brows furrowed and his mouth in a deep frown. His arms were crossed tightly against his chest as he leaned against her car.

“What is so funny?” Vegeta growled. “You would not be laughing if you knew who you were dealing with.”

“Oh,” Milla said, raising her eyebrows, feigning confusion. “Let me offer my deepest apologies.” She bowed sarcastically and then rolled her eyes, dropping her smile.

Vegeta scoffed and started to walk away. “Foul woman.”

“Excuse me, who the hell do you THINK that you are?” Milla asked, walking towards Vegeta. He stopped walking and turned to face her. “You think you can just come and harass me after the show because of what? Because I flirted with you? Grow the fuck up, I saw the way you looked at me.” Milla continued.

Vegeta stared at her, silently. Still scowling. They were less than a foot away from each other at this point, just battling through glares. Milla rolled her eyes again and her long lashes fluttered.

Vegeta noticed her face looked slightly different. He realized her red lips were now a warm shade of pink and her eyes seemed brighter. He thought maybe that she had taken her makeup off, but he still thought her face was nice.

“Pathetic.” Milla said at Vegeta, squinting her eyes. She got into her car and started the engine.

“What a fucking weirdo,” Milla said to herself. She thought he was cute when she had flirted with him, but now she couldn’t tell if he was just strange or a serial killer.

She pulled out onto the road and he was still standing where he was before, glaring. Vegeta stood where she had left him, steaming mad, but also wanting her to come back.

“Get the fuck out of here, dude. Go home.” Milla said before driving away.

“Some people,” Milla laughed, shaking her head. “Too bad shit’s not entertaining like this all of the time.”

After seeing her drive off, Vegeta headed back over to the bar. He bought himself a drink and made plans with himself to return the following Friday.

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Dragon Ball Z Movie 14: Battle of Gods

“Battle of Gods” premiered on March 30, 2013, seventeen years after “The Path to Power.” Apparently Toei changed up their logo a bit during that time.

Anyway, this movie, wait, what? Are we watching Star Wars now?

Yes, we know Toei made this, why are they credited again?

And what’s this thing for? I mean, they could have put this at the start of any of these movies, but why do it now?

The way I heard it, this movie got made because 20th Century Fox had the rights to make a Dragon Ball movie in the U.S., and then they made Dragon Ball Evolution in 2009, and it... did not impress anyone. At all. I remember thinking it was okay, but that’s about as much enthusiasm as I could muster for it. Anyway, the story goes that Toriyama decided that he didn’t care much for DBE, and decided to come out of retirement to make his own Dragon Ball movie and show all the big shots at Fox how it’s done. Well, maybe I just assumed this. It makes a good story, doesn’t it?

The theatrical release was 85 minutes long, but the home video version got an extra twenty-minutes of footage, which includes this rather lengthy introduction to the story, recapping Goku’s past adventures. I don’t think the movie particularly needed this, although I am grateful that they found a way to cram Cell into it.

Then we get to the actual start, where the Kaioshin have observed that Beerus the Destroyer has awakened from his slumber.

Kibitoshin contacts King Kai to keep an eye on the situation, and to keep Goku out of it at all costs.

But Goku is on King Kai’s planet, and he overhears their discussion, and King Kai can’t keep a secret, apparently, so he just tells Goku the whole thing. So far, all the gods we’ve seen in Dragon Ball are responsible for creating and preserving life, like the Kais and Kaioshin. Beerus, on the other hand, is a Hakaioshin, or God of Destruction, and it’s his role to destroy stuff from time to time, in order to maintain balance in the universe. And unlike all the Kais, Beerus actually has immense power worthy of his authority.

And naturally Goku wants to see how strong he is, even though King Kai keeps insisting that he’s not someone Goku needs to mess with.

And there’s the title of this here picture.

We then go to Beerus’, uh... planet? Whatever this thing would be called. It reminds me of Tokimi’s domain in Tenchi Muyo!

And here’s Beerus. He’s a big purple cat dude, and he’s pretty awesome. I’m not sure how long he normally sleeps, but he set his alarm to wake him up after 39 years, and everyone comments that this is a very short nap by his standards. Also, Beerus’ alarm clock is made of bombs, because Dragon Ball Z.

This is regarded as one of the best, if not the best Dragon Ball film, and it’s tough to argue the point. In 2013-2014, it was a big heckin’ deal because it was the big return of Dragon Ball after the end of Dragon Ball GT in 1997. From 2015 onwards, it became known as the ground floor of a whole new Dragon Ball franchise, Dragon Ball Super. But even without the hype and nostalgia, what puts it ahead of the other movies is the simple fact that it works within the canon of the original manga. It’s set during the ten year gap in the Kid Buu Saga, and it actually adds to the lore of the main story. Movies 5 and 8 introduced characters with connections to the main story in Cooler and Broly, but they barely tried to explain what those characters had been doing while all the stuff with Frieza was going on.

By contrast, Movie 14 introduces a new deity, and he claims at least partial responsibility for destroying Planet Vegeta. That’s a huge deal, and it’s not something that Turles or Bojack could ever do. According to Beerus, he believed the Saiyans were beyond redemption, so he planned to destroy their planet, but it was too far away for him to bother with, so he told Frieza to do it for him. At the same time, Beerus found Frieza to be quite insufferable as well, so he considers destroying him as well, but then his attendant Whis tells him that someone named Goku already beat him to it.

When Whis explains that Goku beat Frieza by becoming a Super Saiyan, it reminds Beerus of a dream he had about something he calls a “Super Saiyan God”. See, before he took his 39-year nap, Beerus was told that he would meet an arch-rival. That’s why he set his alarm bombs for this year, because this is supposed to be when it happens. Apparently during his nap, he had a dream of his own, that he would fight a Super Saiyan God.

Whis doesn’t put much stock in any of this, especially since the Oracle Fish who made the prophecy doesn’t seem to recall saying it, but Beerus insists on investigating, so Whis locates the remaining Saiyans on Earth. He then notices Goku is on King Kai’s planet, so they decide to head there first.

Meanwhile, on Earth, it’s Bulma’s birthday. She won’t say how old she is, but this movie is set in Age 778, four years after the fight with Majin Buu, and she was born in Age 733, so she’s 45 in this movie.

There’s a bit where Mr. Satan apparently meets Bulma’s father for the first time and mistakes him for a waiter. Ox King has to explain who Dr. Brief is, and Mr. Satan is mortified to learn that he just asked the world’s richest man to fetch him a drink. Dr. Brief doesn’t seem to mind much.

There’s a bingo tournament at the party, and the prizes include stuff like an entire castle. Bulma offers to liquidate prizes into cash if the winners prefer that. I dig how 18 really, really wants some sweet castle money.

On King Kai’s planet, Beerus and Whis arrive and have a somewhat awkward conversation with Goku, who knows nothing about “Super Saiyan God.” Beerus decides to head for Earth to ask the other Saiyans there, but before he goes, Goku asks him to demonstrate some of his awesome power with a quick sparring match. Beerus is intrigued by the request, so he agrees.

So Goku powers up to Super Saiyan 3, but he can’t even touch Beerus, or make him take the battle seriously.

Really, this is my favorite part of the movie, because I dig me some Super Saiyan 3, and this movie just demolishes the whole concept of SSJ3 with the way Beerus humiliates Goku in this form. It’s incredibly strong, as seen when Goku misses a punch and blasts a hole through King Kai’s planet, but against Beerus, SSJ3 is meaningless.

Beerus only uses two blows to beat Goku. The first is a playful flick of the finger in Goku’s face, and the second is a light chop to the neck. Goku goes down like a ton of bricks, and Beerus proceeds on his merry way to Earth.

Now, you might be wondering how King Kai even has a planet, since Cell destroyed it way back in Episode 188. Beerus and Whis briefly mention that it was restored, but they don’t say how it happened. Neither does anyone mention that King Kai and Bubbles are still dead. This is a running gag through Dragon Ball Super, where Goku keeps promising to wish King Kai back to life but never gets around to it. I could have sworn King Kai was alive in Movie 14, but I must have been mistaken, unless Toei edited all these halos in after the fact.

By the way, Whis also mentions that King Kai’s planet is so small because Beerus got angry once and did something to make it this size. I don’t know if he destroyed most of the planet’s mass, or some other thing. At some point, it got established that Beerus was the one who trapped the Elder Kai in the Z-Sword, but that seems out of character as well. Beerus destroys stuff. Shrinking planets and sealing people in swords really isn’t his style.

As for King Kai, he telepathically contacts Vegeta to warn him of Beerus’ impending arrival. He makes it clear that Goku was no match for Beerus, and if anyone upsets Beerus, he might decide to destroy the Earth in his anger.

Meanwhile, Goku struggles to make sense of what just happened. He’s thrilled to have encountered someone so powerful, but he has no idea whether Super Saiyan God is a new form, or a person named “God” who happens to be an unknown Saiyan. He also briefly considers fusing with Vegeta to beat Beerus, but then decides that not even Gogeta could close the gap in their powers.

Luckily, Goku had some senzu beans in his belt, and Bubbles fishes one out and feeds it to him. But that only restores Goku’s health. He still doesn’t have an answer to the problem of Beerus.

So it’s up to Vegeta, who finally puts in an appearance at Bulma’s party. She teases him, but he’s in no mood for jokes, because he feels like he remembers Beerus from somewhere, and he doesn’t know where.

So Bulma’s like, whatever, imma get my drink on.

Then Beerus calls out to Vegeta, and Vegeta doesn’t know where he is. One of the conceits of this movie is that Beerus’ power doesn’t operate on the ki used by most of the main characters. So Goku and Vegeta can’t sense Beerus and Whis’ presence the way they can sense one another. Supposedly, all deities are like this, except Kami and Dende had ordinary ki, and so did King Kai, because Goku was always able to find him for instant transmission. The Supreme Kai is a different story, I guess, but Goku threatened to teleport to him at the beginning of this movie, implying that he could sense his presence and use Instant Transmission to reach him.

Anyway, Vegeta searches a trash can for Beerus, since yeah, I guess he could be in there.

Oh, Krillin, you have no idea. One of the major qualities that makes this movie a fan favorite is all the dumb stuff Vegeta does in this one.

At last, Vegeta finds Beerus, and he remembers the time they visited Planet Vegeta when he was a child. His father, King Vegeta, prepared a banquet for him, and spent the whole meal as a footstool.

Personally, I never liked this scene much. I think they just needed a way for Vegeta to have already met Beerus in the past, and this works well enough, except having Beerus humiliate King Vegeta seems rather redundant. King Vegeta was already a vassal to Frieza, so having a second character treat him this way just feels hollow.

Beerus asks Vegeta about the Super Saiyan God, but he doesn’t know anything about it either. That might have been enough to get them to leave, except Bulma’s party attracts his attention, and he loves the smell of the food, and then Bulma herself walks over and invites Beerus and Whis to join them, much to Vegeta’s chagrin.

For what it’s worth, Beerus conducts himself with grace and manners at the party. He puts up with Piccolo’s karaoke...

...enjoys the cuisine and the view of Yamcha’s handsome face...

...and he shows everyone his awesome dance moves.

Vegeta gets nervous when Mr. Satan drunkenly challenges him to a fight, but then he passes out and Beerus has a laugh over it, so he clearly didn’t take it seriously.

Meanwhile, Emperor Pilaf is sneaking around inside Bulma’s house. So here’s the deal: these three never stopped trying to get the Dragon Balls to achieve world domination, and apparently at some point they succeeded, only for Pilaf to wish for restored youth instead. Mai complains that they were made too young, but Pilaf’s reasoning is that it wouldn’t do for them to wish for world domination and then die of old age immediately after.

I feel like this is some sort of shot at Dragon Ball GT, where the Pilaf Gang appears in the first episode and they’re very elderly. But maybe I’m reading too much into that. At any rate, Pilaf is young, but he’s also poor, so he plans to use their next Dragon Ball wish to get some cash, and then they can wish to rule the world. Does he know that the Dragon grants more than one wish at a time now? I feel like Toriyama might have forgotten that in 2013, honestly.

Somehow, Pilaf has a Dragon Radar, and that’s how he knows all seven Dragon Balls are in Bulma’s house. Turns out they’re the grand prize of the bingo tournament, and so they’re located in the prize room. How did Bulma fit an entire castle inside one room of her house?

Overcome with envy, Pilaf spray paints graffitti on the prizes. Yeah, DX Rulz!

They find the Balls, but can’t risk summoning Shenron indoors. Then Trunks walks in on them, and then Goten shows up, and they panic, because they mistake Goten for Goku, their old nemesis.

This screencap should be in the Smithsonian or something.

Mai was trying to steal one of the other prizes, a valuable diamond, but she hands it back to Trunks before running away.

Goten asks who those guys were, Trunks says Mai is his girlfriend, which impresses Goten to no end. “So awesome!” I like that there’s at least some effort to try to age up the boys. Goten doesn’t look too different, but his dad was pretty short at twelve, and he’s only eleven here. Meanwhile, Trunks should be almost the same age as Future Trunks was when he found Future Gohan’s dead body.

Anyway, Mai only gave Trunks the diamond to cover her theft of one of the Dragon Balls. Her plan is to hold it for ransom, say one million dollars. But the diamond was probably worth a lot more than that.

But before they can make their escape, Trunks invites them to join the party because Bulma wants to meet his new girlfriend. Pilaf thinks it’s him. Mai isn’t too keen on pretending to be Trunks’ date, but at least they get free food out of this.

Back on King Kai’s planet, Goku films more segments for Jackass. He always forgets to bring a camera, but it’s the thought that counts.

Then Bulma tries to start the bingo tournament, but Yamcha points out that one of the Dragon Balls is missing, which screws up her grand prize.

Pilaf gets caught sneaking the seventh ball, so Mai tries to use Trunks as a hostage. Except everyone thinks it’s a skit, either because Trunks is impervious to bullets, or because no one thinks Mai would have a real gun.

Then Gohan decides to join in, so he switches to his Great Saiyaman outfit and dares Mai to shoot him in the face. What the fuck?

So she does it, and Gohan deflects the bullets. He’s irked that Mai’s gun is real, and even more irked when he realizes he deflected one of the bullets into his wife’s leg. Imagine going to a party like this and getting shot. I guess this is why they stopped inviting Launch to these things.

Oh, and then Master Roshi wants to feel Videl up. She got shot, you asshole! Master Roshi belongs in jail. Seriously, imagine you’re Mr. Satan, and you just watched your daughter get shot, and some sex pest shows up and he’s all “Lemme give her mouth-to-mouth eh-heh-heh-heh-heh!” This whole part of the movie hasn’t aged well, at least for me.

I guess it didn’t bother me so much the first time I saw it because I knew Dende could just heal her, but that doesn’t make this okay. Someone informs Mr. Satan that Dende is Kami, and he’s all like “What? Really?” I guess he just forgot that day they hung out together stalking Super Buu on the deserted planet Earth.

Anyway, Dende somehow detects that Videl is pregnant while he heals her leg. He seems kind of concerned about this, like he doesn’t know what that means. “Ma’am, I don’t know how to tell you this, but I think you have a parasite.” “No, that’s a baby, it’s cool, I put it there.” “Look, I didn’t come here to listen to you brag about your sex life.”

Oh, also one of the bullets hit Beerus, which irritates him enough that he decides to blow up the world...

Until Vegeta jumps on stage and performs his epic Bingo song and dance number. How did he get the music cued up?

Watching Vegeta make an ass of himself is enough to calm Beerus down, so Vegeta thinks he might be safe for a little longer.

Meanwhile, Piccolo loses at Bingo and Bee eats his card. What a good boy. Well, without any pesky litter to annoy Beerus, it looks like Vegeta is home free. Wait, why is “Roundabout” by Yes playing?

Ohhhhhhhhhh.

Oh no...

Oh, he won’t share his pudding because he doesn’t know this guy can kill everybody that’s bad.

So this leads to Buu throwing down with Beerus, and Beerus can kick his ass easily, but the point is that he’s mad enough to destroy the world, and this time no amount of singing and dancing is going to calm him down.

Everyone tries to stop Beerus, but he just schools them all with chopsticks.

Gohan gets Beerus in a full nelson for like 0.2 seconds, but it doesn’t get him very far. Why did Gohan change clothes again for this?

So Vegeta figures we’re all screwed now anyway, so he jumps into the fray.

It goes about as well as you’d expect. To be fair, he lasts longer than Goku did.

Goten and Trunks fuse into Gotenks, who tries to shame Beerus over his motives. He’s going to destroy the whole world over pudding? I’ve probably said this before, but when Gotenks thinks you’re being immature, it’s probably time to take a step back and think about your choices.

Beerus replies that he’s upset about pudding because he’s never had it before, and now he can never taste it because some pink asshole ate it all. Gotenks doesn’t understand his frustration because he probably eats pudding all the time. This scene is dumb, but it actually captures the core point of this conflict. Beerus savors all these new experiences because he’s like a kajillion years old, and it’s hard for him to find something truly novel in life. So when he’s denied the taste of pudding, it’s a huge deal to him, while the other characters take it for granted.

Then he spanks Gotenks and tosses him to the ground.

You know, the funny thing about it is that I really have no idea what kind of pudding we’re talking about here. The term covers so many different types of food. I assume this is about Jello instant pudding, specifically French Vanilla flavor. So yeah, of course Beerus should be angry about that. French Vanilla Jello pudding rules, and he doesn’t even know it. But for all I know, Buu was eating a bunch of flan, Panna cotta, or haggis. In which case, yeah, Beerus probably shouldn’t be this worked up about it.

Anyway, nobody can stop this dude, and Vegeta’s amazed by just how much stronger Beerus is. He at least takes some solace in the honor of being killed by no less than the God of Destruction.

But then Bulma confronts him and tells him to cut out all this shit, because he’s ruining her 38th birthday party. Krillin’s pleased to hear how old Bulma is, but that’s dumb, because he ought to know Bulma’s older than he is.

Anyway, she slaps Beerus, who slaps her back and knocks her down, and Vegeta loses his shit. This is the famous “MY BULMAAAAAA” scene. It’s weird to me, but I remember what a big deal this was at the time, and yet now it feels sort of mundane. Like, I first watched this movie in late 2013, on some kind of bootleg fansub, and I think the scene had gotten around in the U.S. But even by the time it came to theaters in 2014, the audience went apeshit when this happened. Vegeta loves his wife! Now it’s like, of course he loves his wife. Movie 14 said so. But at the time, when Movie 14 was brand new, this was the sort of thing Vegebul shippers could only appreciate in theory.

Don’t get me wrong, this part fucking rules. Everyone’s been tiptoeing around Beerus this whole time, but Vegeta’s been pushed too far, and he’s got nothing to lose, and for a brief moment, it looks like Beerus is getting a taste of his own medicine.

Then we see this lady, for no apparent reason. This is Kaori Mutsumoto, who won the 2012 Olympics Gold Medal for judo. I guess that’s why they gave her a cameo in this movie, but that’s about all I know.

Anyway, none of Vegeta’s furious offense hurts Beerus at all, even though Master Roshi observes that he surpassed Goku in power. Beerus boops him on the forehead and knocks him out.

In the theatrical cut, this is when Goku would show himself, but in the extended version, Beerus decides to give the Earth one more chance by challenging Oolon to a game of rock-paper-scissors. I really don’t know what the point of this was. I mean, it’s kind of funny, I guess, but why Oolong specifically? I guess Toriyama wanted to give Oolong a moment in the film, but why? He was in most of the Buu Saga, holed up on Kami’s Lookout with the others until Super Buu ate him, but he barely said or did anything the entire time. Why should anyone care about him now? Why should Beerus single him out, of all people?

Anyway, the gag here is that Yamcha thinks Beerus picked Oolong because he’s a pig, and pigs can only do scissors because of their cloven hooves. But Oolong’s a pig-man, with man hands, so he can do paper and rock too. So Yamcha tells him that Beerus will certainly go with rock, so Oolong should use paper to counter.

Except Beerus overhears the entire conversation, because his ears are bigger than his entire head, so he does scissors and wins. Dragon Ball Super turned this bit into half of an entire episode. The Beerus Saga in Dragon Ball Super is fucking vile. They took a great movie like this and just turned it into crap.

All right, so now Goku makes his big entrance. At first he looks all cool, like when he walked up to Frieza back on Namek, but the truth is he still has no idea how to beat Beerus. Then he gets an idea on how to get a Super Saiyan God, and asks Beerus for time to try it out.

Said idea is the Dragon Balls. Is that Farmer with Shotgun? He’d settle Beerus’ hash.

Basically, Goku asks Shenron about the Super Saiyan God, and this throws him off, because Shenron grants wishes, and answering questions is kind of a grey area for him. Fortunately, he’s so frightened to see Beerus that he’s very accomodating and just explains the whole Super Saiyan God concept in detail.

So real quick, because this post is taking forever: The Super Saiyan God isn’t an individual deity, but a transformation once used by righteous Saiyans to rebel against their evil brethren. The figure seen while Shenron tells this story was later identified by Akira Toriyama as Yamoshi, the first Super Saiyan. He and his five Saiyan allies fought against the evil Saiyans, and I guess they turned him into this God form, which let him whoop-ass until he ran out of power.

With that settled, Shenron excuses himself, mostly out of fear of Beerus. I’d say that Shenron owes Goku a second and third wish, but I’m not sure answering his question counted as a first wish, so who knows?

So this leads to the gang arguing over whether they have five righteous Saiyans, since Vegeta used to be a real dick, and Goku’s not always dependable either, and Goten once shot a man in Reno just to watch him die. But they figure they might as well give it a shot, and they all hold hands and lend their power to Goku. Only it doesn’t work. Goku gets stronger, but nowhere near strong enough to beat Beerus, and there’s nothing divine about his power-up.

But Whis points out that they actually need six Saiyans, since Shenron’s story states that it took five righteous Saiyans to help a sixth one achieve the form. Bulma remembers Vegeta’s brother, Tarble, from the “Yo! Son Goku and His Friends Return” special, which aired in 2007 and was set about two years before this movie. Only Vegeta doesn’t even know where Tarble lives or how to contact him. Couldn’t Whis track him down? I mean, he found all of these guys easily enough.

Then Videl suggests that they have a sixth Saiyan right here, because Gohan got her pregnant.

Everyone flips out, but this is hardly the time to celebrate, because Beerus is about to blow up the world. So they do the hand-holdin’ thing again, but with Videl.

And it works. Like Beerus and Whis, no one can sense Goku’s ki anymore, and he’s got maroon hair and his body is lankier than before.

So Beerus and Goku fight. Honestly the Super Saiyan God form doesn’t seem like such a big deal, since this part of the fight is just the warm up. It takes Goku a while to get used to using it, and they spend most of that time discussing how Goku is dissatisfied with how he got to this level. He doesn’t like that he needed the others to help him achieve this form. Beerus scolds his stubborn pride, and says that most Saiyans wouldn’t care about such details, because all they crave is power, by any means.

But Goku points out that Vegeta is even prouder than he is, and yet Vegeta forsook his pride to protect the others, back when he did the bingo song and all of that stuff. This tells us two things. First, Goku was there to witness all of that. Second, Beerus was fully aware of Vegeta’s efforts to keep him from becoming angry. I’d suggest that Beerus isn’t quite as irritable and volatile as he seems. Maybe he purposely goaded Vegeta to test him, just like how he hit Bulma just to see if it might provoke Vegeta into reaching a higher power level.

The point, though, is that for all of Vegeta’s pride, he could set it aside for the bigger picture. He can compromise for the sake of protecting his loved ones and the Earth. Goku’s the same way, which is why he accepted the other’s help in becoming a Super Saiyan God. He doesn’t like how he got here, but he couldn’t afford to try to go it alone.

And really, this is a lesson Goku’s learned time and again. He had to accept teachers before in his life: Grandpa Gohan, Master Roshi, Korin, Mr. Popo, King Kai, and now this. But it’s been a long time since he had to take lessons from anyone, and maybe that’s the problem. Goku’s been on top for so long that he lost sight of something he understood better as a child. A student has to swallow their pride to learn and grow. And Goku will always be a student, because he’s constantly trying to improve himself and push past his limits. Like it or not, he had to accept this path to the God form.

Meanwhile, the rest of the characters get in an aircraft to observe the battle, and Whis asks 18 what ice cream is. He remarks that her response is as cold as his dessert, which he thinks is a clever bon mot. Look, your boss is going to blow up the world. How friendly can you expect her to be here?

Also, Vegeta admits to Krillin that he doesn’t envy Goku like he ususally does in these situations. I like this, because it shows that Vegeta is willing to drop his usual bravado in this situation. This isn’t a fun situation, and he knows it.

Anyway, Goku and Beerus keep fighting, but somehow Goku loses his Nacho Cheese Dorito appearance. He looks like he’s changed back to normal, and yet he’s still fighting Beerus as if nothing’s happened. He can even use Instant Transmission, which would have been nearly useless against Beerus before, because Goku couldn’t sense him. I assume that Super Saiyan God Goku could sense godly ki, so the fact that he can still sense it must mean that he’s still tapping into the SSG power, even if he doesn’t look like it.

Then he turns vanilla Super Saiyan, and now the fight gets really good, because the insert song plays. It’s “Hero” by FLOW. The weird thing is that they recorded an English version of the song for the dub, but when I watched the Japanese version on the DVD, the song is still in English. Weird. Fortunately, I have the Japanese version of “Hero” on my phone, so I can listen to that all the time.

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Anyway, yeeeeahhhhh. Fuck Yamoshi, Goku’s gonna do this Luffa-style and fight Beerus as a Super Saiyan 1.

Then they fight IN SPACE because anime. Earlier, Beerus used hand energy on Goku, so Goku figures he’ll respond in kind, using the best hand energy.

WARP KAMEHAMEHA! Cell may not get to be in this movie, but Goku uses the move that blew his face off! Yee-haw!

But it doesn’t work, and Beerus chucks one of those big energy balls at Goku, like all the other bad guys use. He also points out to Goku that his God power expired several minutes ago.

Then Goku sees Chi-Chi in his thoughts, and that gives him the intestinal fortitude to somehow change back into a Super Saiyan God and nullify Beerus’ energy ball. Chi-Chi’s that good in bed, folks.

So Beerus is truly impressed by Goku’s performance. Somehow, his body learned the Super Saiyan God form, and allowed Goku to tap into that power without doing the hand-holding ceremony with five other Saiyans. Beerus calls him a fighting genius for this, although maybe Yamoshi and any other SSG’s had the same talent, and they just got killed before they could demonstrate it.

In any case, it’s still not enough to win Goku this fight. Beerus wants to hear him surrender, and Goku admits defeat. Beerus had offered to spare the Earth if Goku won, but Goku just can’t beat him, even with the God power. And Beerus refuses to back out of that stipulation, because once he makes up his mind, he sticks to it.

Instead, Beerus gives Goku a different consolation prize by revealing that Whis is actually Beerus’ teacher, and he’s even stronger than Beerus is. So it just goes to show that even Gods of Destruction have to swallow their pride and accept help to grow.

He also informs Goku that their universe is merely the seventh of twelve, which means that Whis isn’t even the strongest being out there. This fascinates Goku to no end, because he always longs to meet stronger folks.

Then they head back to the surface, and Beerus destroys Earth just as he said, only he just destroys a small piece of it, which I guess counts for something. I don’t know if this is a play on “Earth the planet” versus “earth the dirt”, or something else. Beerus says he’s too worn out from the fight to destroy the whole thing, so maybe that’s all it is.

Anyway, Beerus apologizes to Bulma for making a scene at her party, and for hitting her. She agrees to invite them to her next party, and promises to have a swimming pool full of pudding for him. That sounds kind of gross, actually.

On the Supreme Kai Planet, the Kaioshin observe Beerus’ peaceful departure, and are amazed that Goku was able to defuse that situation without Beerus destroying them all. Kibitoshin suggests that maybe it’s not just Goku’s character, but the entire Dragon Team as well. Not Roshi, though, he’s a sex pest who belongs in jail. If Beerus had boobs we’d all be dead right now.

Back on his own turf, Beerus is pleased with how things turned out. Goku and Vegeta weren’t really strong enough to be true arch-rivals, but Beerus is certain that they could eventually become arch-rivals in time, which is good enough for him.

Beerus plans to take a three-year nap, but Whis offers him some sushi that he got in a to-go box before they left. Beerus takes an interest in the glob of wasabi in the box, and he just eats the whole thing.

That makes him bounce around the place like a Tom and Jerry cartoon, and Whis has to hit him to stop him from damaging any nearby planets. So we get at least a glimpse into Whis’ true strength, which is as far beyond Beerus as Beerus is beyond Goku.

Back on Earth, the party just keeps on going. I like the idea of Bulma just throwing a marathon party, but I can’t really say I’d enjoy that personally. I’d probably get bored after 15 minutes.

During this quiet moment, Goku praises Vegeta for turning into “an awesome Super Saiyan” after Bulma got hit.

Vegeta’s embarassed by this, but Goku admits that he definitely surpassed him in that moment. Then he jokes that the next time they have to fight a guy, Goku will just get the enemy to hit Bulma, and that’ll get Vegeta good and fired up.

Then everyone’s mad at Goku, because he must have been watching them get beat up during the middle of the movie and didn’t step in until later. It ain’t easy being Goku.

Then the credits roll, and they show all the highlights from the manga, including this shot of Cell, which is the best one.

And yeah, that’s it.

I mean, it’s definitely one of the best movies of the lot. It’s a lot longer than most of the other films, and it feels more like an actual, stand-alone film. The Cooler movies really depend on you being familiar with a lot of DBZ lore, like Bardock, Frieza, the destruction of Planet Vegeta, and so on. This movie takes care to actually introduce most of the concepts it uses. The Kai’s introduce Beerus, Beerus and Whis introduce Saiyans and Super Saiyans, and Shenron explains what a Super Saiyan God is. It’s not entirely airtight-- no one really bothers to explain the Kais, or why Bulma invited bit players like Ox King and Mr. Satan to her party, but you can at least muddle through.

My main critique is that it’s a little too devoted to fanservice. Not the pervy kind, but the kind where they felt like they had to have Gotenks and Great Saiyaman in the movie, just for the sake of having them put in an appearance. Most of the characters just didn’t need to be there, and I think the movie drags in places when it tries to give Oolong or Mr. Satan something to contribute. There’s something to be said for the minimalist approach used in the DBS: Broly movie, where the only Dragon Team guys are Goku, Vegeta, and Bulma. Yeah, it kind of sucks that Gohan doesn’t get to be in that one, but if they didn’t have anything for him to do, then I’d rather leave him out entirely than have him just stand around like he did for most of this movie.

I remember being kind of bewildered by the way they went to all the trouble of introducing a new form for Goku, only to have him get stronger when he stopped using it, but now that we’ve learned more about the godly ki stuff from Movie 15 and the back half of Dragon Ball Super, it makes a little more sense. Nacho Cheese Dorito Goku was just the door, and this movie was about Goku stepping through it.

Rewatching “Battle of Gods”, I don’t feel quite as hyped as I did when it first came out. I remember being pretty excited about Goku fighting this purple cat dude, and I never dreamed that he’d lose so badly, or that Beerus would turn out to be an okay dude in the end. It was a big deal that they brought all of this stuff back after so many years.

Now, though, it’s just become part of the DBZ mythos, which kind of diminishes it somehow. It’s definitely not as good as Fusion Reborn, at least for me. I was looking forward to watching Movie 12 again way back in July, and when I did get to that one, I ended up rewatching large sections of it a few times. I just love that movie. Same thing with Movie 13. I only watched that one the one time, but the whole time I was watching it, I kept thinking “Man, this is so good.” BoG is a great movie, but it’s just not on the same level as those others. Just my opinion, of course.

Nevertheless, you’ve got a really awesome trilogy of movies here, which serves as a nice make-good for the crap trilogy of Bojack and the Broly sequels. And after that, you’ve got Movie 15, and well...

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