#xenoverse fanfiction

[pleasantspark]

Due to all the hate Yamcha was receiving I decided to make an AU called "Good Luck Yamcha." where he broke up with Bulma first and remained that way.

After the Saibamen incident he decided to practice and become better, he also honed in on his baseball career and managed to get a lot of money being a famous Baseball Player.

I feel like Yamcha deserves a happy ending, and this causes him more and more fame, thats on the same level as Bulma. But yeah. If you want a story about that let me know.

I really love Yamcha.

[starpunz]

ON THE NEXT TIME OF WORDGIRL X DRAGONBALL, BECKY TEACHES SON GOKU HOW TO READ!!!

Ty everyone for the support over the last few months, this is prolly my last wordgirl related content in a good while I’m just going to be busy with other projects at hand now, hope yall enjoy the art as much as I did making it

[staerplatinum]

Black Gohan and Susanoo, but as a DBXV illustration! I'm still not totally convinced but for now I don't have any other ideas aside from a cover art so this will suffice lol

[xnixnbvg]

champa's autistic daughter

universe 6 x reader

champa has revealed to everyone of his secret affair child he conceived with his twin's ex partner. although, the problem is. his daughter is special... champa hopes with the tornument of power in a few weeks he could enroll his daughter in... but with that comes a lot of training...

status: ongoing

chapter one

[megamattzx]

Preview: Part one of Chapter one of Flight of Fate

Dragon Ball New Frontier: Flight of Fate.

Summary: Age 836, 55 years before the events of Dragon Ball New Frontier, The Time Patrol is researching safe ways to use time and space travel. With Outbound Flight being the first of many projects and experiments with it. With such an important and potentially dangerous project, Chronoa needs to gather elite Time Patrollers she can trust. Son Kakarot Goku Jr, Son Goten, Trunks Briefs, and Vegeta the Fifth have been selected for this mission, to help lead the project. What they don’t realize is they are about to face obstacles outside the project itself, as well as within….

Chapter 1: 

It was just a quiet night in Conton City, home of the Time Patrol. The stars shone over the night sky as the world towered around the city. Cars drove around the streets as people did various businesses an average person would pursue. At the same time, one particular individual observed from the highest floor in the tower that stood over the markets. A Saiyan who seemingly was the age of 24, through his mannerisms, suggested that he was a lot older than he seemed to be. 

Watching all the events of the city all lit up at night, he felt the cold breeze in the chili air as the wind blew his hair over his balcony while he sat down to drink some hot chocolate. The Saiyan male couldn't help but wonder how things could be the way they were.  The taste of hot chocolate felt like heaven after a long stressful day at work from saving the Omniverse as he always did. The constant comparisons to people he knew all too well and even before he was a time patroller. 

His messy hair was all over the place unless he used hair gel or transformed into a Super Saiyan or any other transformation he had that would alter the hairstyle in any way, moving from the wind blowing it all over the place, but he didn't care. The breeze felt like a weight of stress was already being lifted from his shoulders, and it felt liberating. Drinking more of his hot chocolate, he took a deep breath and looked over to the city lights of Conton City, home of the entire Time Patrol. He has been a part of the organization for the past 45 years since he was 24.

 His tail moved around a bit even though he was sitting down. He was currently in comfortable clothes that were pajamas with green sweatpants with the laces being tied together in the manner of the waste area adjusted to the way he wanted so that he could quickly get out of them but also be able to keep them on, his short sleeve t-shirt primarily white with blue on top and blue writing on it that said the name Goku on could be seen on the T-shirt, as he stared into the city below, deep in thought and concentration as he did so. 

A picture was next to him showcasing him when he was much younger with another kid who looked identical to him and three other people as he picked it up and stared down into it. The picture featured him in a blue martial arts gi with blue pants, red combat boots, red wristbands, a red headband, and a teal shirt underneath the blue Gi. 

 Next to him in the picture was a young boy around the same age when the photo was taken with an all too familiar orange and blue GI with a long-sleeved shirt. He didn't have a tail, but he had the same messy hair as he did and looked utterly identical except for the clothing and that one difference between them. He couldn't help but smile at that fact. Behind them were three taller individuals in the picture, one wearing a purple martial arts gi with his hair spiked up and with a singular bang, his posture showing a sense of calm and easiness as he smiled for the camera when the picture was taken. 

The other man behind them looked exactly like this Saiyan, and his apparent look alike though older and wearing an orange and blue GI. All of them had jet-black hair, just like the Saiyan did now. He then looked at the only woman in the picture standing between them with a bright smile. Her hair was tied in a material-style ponytail, and she wore a purple short-sleeve dress of a dynasty-style culture. Her Raven hair matched the rest of the jet-black hair in the group. Her arms around the man's right arm while also tugging on his orange gi. The Saiyan couldn't help but smile at the photo as he reminisced in the past.

"I miss those days…." He said to himself as he remembered how now he was living on his own and had been doing so for the past 45 years, all the while the rest of his family were doing other stuff for the time being. "Back when both of us looked exactly like Dad. I didn't have to worry too much about threats because Dad was always saving the world. Before we joined the Time Patrol." That last remark he made reminded him of a much simpler time. A time when he didn't have to worry about threats looming over him all the time while the whole world was, for the most part, safe and in good hands. 

Those were much simpler times, indeed. Times when he didn't have to worry about stepping up and doing his part to save his world. Now, he had to do his part to save his world and every plane of existence, for that matter. There was something that he truly missed over the years. And now he had found it. 

"We used to pull pranks on each other all the time, remember Goten?" He spoke to himself again, referring to his identical "twin" as if he knew him personally. Knowing he wouldn't get a response from the picture, he imagined this person agreeing with him and reminiscing as they always did together. Though times had changed, Son Kakarot Goku Jr had joined all his friends and family in joining the Time Patrol, when the Time Patrol was founded. Goku Jr had helped build the Time Patrol and remembered it like yesterday. The day that changed his life forever.

The day when he started to always be in constant danger and always had to train and stay on guard, should he ever be needed, and more often than not, he was. But he couldn't deny that being part of the Time Patrol, one of the vast aspects of protecting the Omniverse, had perks. He had more than a stable income to where he could live like an aristocrat if he wanted to and endless benefits along with it, indeed quite a few rewards for the hard work he put into it. He also built a fearsome reputation as one of the Omniverse's many Heroes. Alongside his father, Son Goku or Son Goku Sr, as some people call him. 

And not to mention all of the adventures he had gone through despite all the danger that came with them. However, those adventures always had a downside, especially when they took a toll on him mentally. Some experiences were quite pleasant in hindsight, which excited him. Others, not so much. He stared into the city on the rooftop of his penthouse apartment, which consisted of three floors and could easily be mistaken as a nightclub if he hadn't set up everything to make it clear that this was mainly a home for him first and foremost.

Before he could do anything else, a ring at the doorbell of the main floor of his apartment was Heard as he began to walk down the stairs. He could have taken the elevator built into the penthouse specifically for those three floors, but he didn't want to leave any room for thoughts when he greeted his potential guest. Upon answering the door, he saw a woman matching the picture that he looked at with her Raven hair. This time with it down and wearing more of a teal-ish blue, green Chinese dress, her serious expression slowly faded upon seeing him, and Goku Jr quickly recognized that this was Chi-Chi. 

"Mom! What a pleasant surprise!" The Saiyan said as he saw her. He was surprised she would visit him after work, considering how tired she usually was when running all the education boards for Conton City. Ensuring the future of those who would join the Time Patrol or play a much more significant role in Conton City in a societal and economic stature indeed had many perks. Still, he clearly could tell that it can also be an extremely stressful job at times. Despite her looks, her mannerisms showed her true age as the Time Patrol allowed her to stay physically young so that she could do what she did for as long as possible. She did very much appreciate the perks and utilized them to her advantage. That much was clear. He was still surprised that she would take the time to visit him, considering how busy she had been as of late, just like his father, but her visit was undoubtedly not unwelcome. "Why don't you come in? I can get you something to drink while you try to relax. You must have had a stressful day."

Chi-Chi couldn't help but smile from her son's polite surprise to see her, but she could tell he was glad. "It's fine, Kaka," she assured him. "You've been having a stressful month yourself, hopping around dimensions. You need to take this break as much as I do. Probably even more so." She lightly laughed a bit from her teasing, causing Goku Jr to chuckle.

"Is Dad coming over?" He asked his mother with a hint of anticipation as she nodded, causing him to feel relieved a bit.

"He's downstairs at the moment, currently reprimanding a rookie for careless flying." She couldn't help but giggle, as she said that, and she couldn't help but notice that Goku had become much more responsible over the years. More accountable than she ever anticipated, nonetheless. The Time Patrol must have genuinely helped him immensely. However, she did always see him at his worst as all the years he spent fighting were finally starting to take a toll on him mentally.

 But she could tell that her support of him allowed him to get through it. She pushed him further into accomplishing so much in the Time Patrol. She encouraged him to mix up the different jobs he had to ensure that he could balance everything out, from training rookies to going on missions and even doing stuff at home like farm work; all of this helped him. However, she couldn't help but tease him about becoming a workaholic sometimes.

"I do not want to experience getting an earful from him again." Goku Jr joked as he then began to shrug. "Last time that happened, he put weights on my limbs and increased them every time I got used to it and put me through a training regiment that left me exhausted."

Chi-Chi couldn't help but continue to laugh a bit at her son's remark. She remembered that day well. He and Goten were 16 at the time, and they had been skipping school when Goku caught them in the act; while she did have more of a say in raising Gohan and Goten, she knew full well to trust Goku with the disciplinary stuff when it came to Goku Jr. He was a Pure-Blooded Saiyan. Goku was a lot harder on him because of it. She could never help but notice how scary it was that he looked almost identical to his father, if not for the tail. Sure, Goku used to have one, but he permanently lost it long ago. Part of her was glad that Goku Jr decided to wear different outfits from his father to the point where even his gi was slightly different. Even if it was similar to his father's, it allowed her to tell him apart much more easily.

"If your father heard you say that, he would put you through twice the training he put you through that day." She retorted back at Goku Jr, causing him to chuckle a bit. 

"Fair enough." The Saiyan then told her. Taking a little bit of time to think about what to say next, he remembered how long he had been physically in his twenties. Thinking about it made him realize how much time has gone by—all of the various timelines he explored with different outcomes. Not only that, but the fact that he spent a very long time in the state made him realize that he would live a lot longer than he would have anticipated initially. "I'm surprised Chronoa let us keep our youth for as long as she had." He said before he began to ponder more and more.

"She said we would be like this for as long as we're in the Time Patrol." Chi-Chi reminded him. "And with how things have been going, we might be immortal. All of us started doing it because we all had a responsibility. You're doing it a lot more often now."

"And Goten's probably asleep by now because he has to go to work," Goku Jr added. "Considering how much he works, I'm surprised he's been able to get any sleep as it is."

"It'll be fine, Sonku," Chi-Chi retorted as she tried to assure her son that his brother would be okay. She couldn't deny the fact that she saw her son cock an eyebrow.

"You haven't called me that in a while," Goku Jr mentioned, smiling in the process. He could see his mother smiling as well. 

"I will call you by every nickname you went by if I have to," She said jokingly, causing them to laugh again.

"You can call me all of them except Karot," Goku Jr said outright, causing them to laugh again. She knew how much he hated that particular nickname. 

"Alright," she mentioned. Her voice is still soft and reasonable. 

Goku Jr was surprised at how much she had mellowed out over the last forty-five years alone. Not something he expected, not to the extent that she did. She also saw him at his lowest many times as well. Just as this happened, Son "Kakarot" Goku, the father of Goku Jr, was seen walking towards the door, before he opened it and entered the apartment. "About time you showed up, Old man," Goku Jr jokingly said to his father. 

Goku only chuckled at his son's remark. "This "Old Man" can still teach you a thing or two, young man," Goku said jokingly.  He couldn't help but realize how much Goku Jr was like him. However, he assumed it was partially because he did most of the discipline.  It was possible that because he stepped up a lot more with Junior, specifically that Junior must have taken more from his father than his mother, unlike his two brothers, he was a pure-blooded Saiyan. Though Goku Jr did take up traits from Chi-Chi. One, he was more patient. He was equally as stubborn as both of his parents combined, and equally as patient.

Goku took a deep breath before turning to his son. "Goten's on his way up, by the way," Goku said which put Goku Jr's mind at ease and both Goku and Chi-Chi could see that. "A lot of his workload for the most part has been dealt with already so he figured he'd take the time to see you before he went home to get some shut eye."

Goku Jr couldn't help but smile at this. "I'm just glad he's doing okay," he simply said. But before he could continue the elevator door to his apartment then opened and a man who looked as young as everyone else, wearing a blue and red Chinese martial arts outfit, was seen entering the lobby that everyone else was in. His hair was messy, though not as messy as Goku and Goku Jr's. His buttoned-up shirt had sleeves that went all the way down and his red wristbands were concealed. His hair was somewhat reminiscent of Gohan's though there's more hair involved. 

"Speak of the devil," Goku Jr remarked as he looked at the man with a grin. "Look who finally decided to show up," he continued in a teasing manner, causing Goten to laugh at that.

"Very funny Goku," Goten responded as he then walked up to his brother and gave him a brotherly hug. "How's my favorite pure-blooded brother doing?" 

Goku Jr laughed at his brother's terrible joke. "If it wasn't for Uub, I would be your only one," he said with a very similar banter.

"True, but I've known you the longest out of you two," Goten said, a smile on his face as he said it. “And besides, you're the one I spent the most time with out of all of our family.”

Goku Jr rolled his eyes. A faint smile formed on his face. He couldn't help but feel a sense of ease from his brother's response.  Everyone can help a chuckle a bit either as the two then continue to give each other a  look. “I'm surprised you came by,” the younger Goku finally confessed. Causing Goten to laugh a bit. 

“Well I have to check on you everything now and then, and to make sure you don’t go on a wild adventure without me,” Goten countered with a smile. Causing the others to laugh. Goku Jr couldn’t think of a good comeback from that remark.

“You’ve got me there,” Goku Jr said in defeat. Sighing as he then headed to the counter to prepare drinks for everyone. “Do you guys want anything?” he said in best host manners. 

“I won't be here for long,” Goten answered. “Chronoa wants us both at the Time Nest early tomorrow. Says she has a big mission for us.” 

“If that’s the case,” Chi-Chi said with a hint of caution. “I’ll have hot chocolate. It’ll be best not to have alcohol if we have to leave in a little bit.”

“Same here,” Goku agreed. 

The younger Goku then started making hot chocolate for his parents. He carefully got the glasses ready before looking at Goten. “Are you sure you don't want anything, bro?” he asked Goten. Clearly taking his brother into consideration as he got a third clean mug ready. 

“I guess one cup of hot chocolate won't hurt,” Goten finally answered. 

And with that the four shared a moment together before they had to begin another day in the Time Patrol. The next day, the alarm for Goku Jr was going off, before a hand was seen turning it off. The Second Saiyan of Earth was seen getting up, yawning with his grey t-shirt, ruffled jet black hair, and boxers. His tail swayed around before it wrapped neatly around his waist. He went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and grabbed his toothbrush, and put toothpaste on it, before he began brushing his teeth.

A few minutes later, he was sent putting on one of his uniforms. A futuristic martial artist gi, blue pants, a blue dogi, similar to the one his father wore when he started training with Whis, black fingerless gloves, white and red wristbands, and belt. A red bandana and capsule corp style Saiyan Boots were also there. The Saiyan Prince of Fire Mountain started by adding a black skin tight undershirt to his uniform for the day, before putting that and his pants on first. Then the boots, and dogi, and wristbands the belt was second to last, before tying the bandana around his forehead . 

Afterwards he then started to fly off to the Time Nest, a few minutes in, someone sped past him, causing him to quickly move to dodging him. “WATCH WHERE YOU’RE FLYING ASSHOLE!!!” He shouted before shaking his head. “Fucking idiot….”  

After reaching the Time Nest, the Second Saiyan of Earth, noticed another Saiyan waiting outside, he wore futuristic Saiyan armor, with a mix of white and gold around the chest area. The cladded boots were white as well. Expect for the ends where the toes would be. His hair was all the way up and as well. He looked almost completely identical to Vegeta, and Goku Jr realized who this was. Vegeta Jr, AKA, Vegeta the fifth. “About time you showed up,” Vegeta Jr said with a grin. Almost as if he expects his friend and rival. 

Goku Jr grinned as he shrugged. “Needed to make myself presentable,” Goku Jr said in a joking manner. Seeing his friend roll his eyes, he chuckled a bit. “Guessing the others are waiting?”

Vegeta Jr nodded. “You're not going to believe what the boss lady has in mind for us,” he said before the two entered the Time Nest.  As they reach the vault, they notice a version of Future Bulma, as well as their version of Goten and Trunks. Goten wearing a gi with armored paddings, a scabbard with his sword on his back. In a good enough position where he could pull the sword out easily if he needed. Trunks wore a grey jacket, brown pants, boots, a blue scarf, and grey long sleeve sweatshirt. 

“Goten, I knew about,” Goku Jr said, observing trunks for a second. “I wasn't expecting you to be on this mission, Trunks.”

“Your brother can be very persistent,” Trunks said reluctantly. Yep, of course that Son Family stubbornness would be a factor here. 

“Come on Trunks,” Goten chirped. “Did ya really think I'd let you just sit around with some boring desk stuff while we go on a potentially exciting adventure?”

Trunks was silent for a second. Feeling like Goten’s were a hit below the belt. He didn't have to go that far. “Low blow, Goten,” he said with a small amount of annoyance. Though he couldn't deny he was glad Goten got him out of doing possibly months of paperwork. He took a deep breath, giving Goten a glare. “So what exactly are we doing this time?”

It was then Chronoa, the Supreme Kai of Time, was seen walking down the steps. “Future Bulma of timeline 17-890D5 had made a proposition,” she said calmly, walking closer to the chosen Time Patrollers for this delicate mission. “A multidimensional ship traveling time and space, across the Omniverse. Even the demon realm will be accessible through this. You four are the first selected for its first expedition.”

Future Bulma then nodded as she took a deep breath. Preparing to explain this. “Our first Voyage will hopefully prove it will be possible,” she began to explain to the other time patrollers and question. It was clear that she was the one who was leading the entire project overall for the most part. “We're starting with a massive fleet of various types of ships to test it out. It's already been approved by the gods of our Central world. As crazy as it is, we also have a gigantic ship carrying all the ships as well as a central hub. We're calling it "Outbound Flight.” Not the fanciest name but I guess the job was done for a project. It seems that you four are the most trusted for this mission as you were the first to be selected for this mission specifically.”

Goku Jr processed the information, paying close attention to the older version of his adoptive Aunt. Her white lab coat, showing her dedication to the project. “Tell us more about this Outbound Flight project,” Goku Jr said, with a bit of curiosity. Though his intentions were clear. The more they knew about this project. The better their chances of helping this project succeed. Goku Jr paid attention to Future Bulma, carefully observing. The last fifty years in the Time Patrols exist, Goku Jr learned to question everything. 

“You have a good eye young man,” Future Bulma said, causing the four Saiyans to laugh.

“Sorry,” Goten said before Future Bulma could say anything. “Sometimes we forget Lady Chronoa keeps us in our prime. We’re actually older than we look.”

“How old are you guys, actually..?” Future Bulma questioned. Her confusion is evident in her voice and expression.

“Goten and I are currently Sixty-Nine,” Goku Jr answered, Causing Future Bulma’s jaw to drop. They looked like they were in their twenties.  “Veg and Trunks here are seventy. One of the perks of being a Time Patroller. Lady Chronoa likes to keep us physically in our twenties to help us be active longer, since it’s our prime. ”

“We’re not just some of the strongest Time Patrollers,” Goten also added. “We’re also some of its founding members.”

Future Bulma was shocked. And here she thought she had finally begun to understand the Omniverse and time travel in particular. Guess she was wrong. “Guess I still have a lot to learn,” she said sheepishly, a little embarrassed. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Vegeta Jr finally spoke. “We are still learning things here too.”

Future Bulma was still dumbfounded by the revelations and it was easy to tell that she had no idea what to say. She had thought she had seen everything at that point only to find out that she was absolutely wrong for sure. Perhaps she had a lot more to learn than she originally anticipated. It was at that point that she didn't really have much time to think more about it when Vegeta Jr spoke again.

“So what does this outbound flight project have anything to do with us by any chance?” Vegeta Jr said cautiously but it was clear that he knew that they were selected to be part of it in some capacity. The others could tell that he wanted to know exactly what their role was. And seeing that the Four noticed the supreme Kai of time gave future Bulma the nod, she spoke again.

“I'm the leader of the project overall as its head scientist,” Future Bulma carefully explained. She hesitated for a second because of the fact that she knew the implications of what she was about to tell them could mean for them. A factor that made her realize that they had a lot more power than she wanted to admit. “However I needed Time Patrollers to oversee the thing through. To ensure Outbound Flight’s success. I didn't expect much from it even when it got approved, but I requested the Supreme Kai of time to give me all of the most experienced Time Patrollers she had available. You were the four that were available for this responsibility…” There was a moment of hesitation in her words before she finally took a deep breath and finished the last part. “...as Outbound Flight’s captains… you will be in charge of the fleet overall. You'll be making the crucial decisions throughout the voyage to ensure success and survival.”

Goten couldn't help but whistle at that. Not a condescending one but rather an astonished one. “That's some pretty big shoes to fill,” Goten said with a bit of shock. There was also a bit of concern when he slowly got serious again. “This sounds like a very important mission.”

“It is,” Chronoa admitted. “this could be something that could shape the very Omniverse itself. For better or worse. And if we're not careful, there could be drastic consequences. You are not only the only four that were available for this mission…” the Supreme Kai of Time took a deep breath before continuing the. “You're also the only four I actually trust with a mission like this. Gohan is a capable fighter and scholar, but his research takes much of his time and it's too important to ignore for him to be trusted with a mission like this. Not to mention I don't expect him to make difficult decisions if need be. Your fathers are also capable warriors, and while they are very capable and responsible Time Patrollers overall, I don't trust they'll be able to resist their saiyan instincts to seek a strong opponent to fight throughout the entire voyage. With Buu hibernating again, it'll be almost impossible to get him to wake up without having to distort time in regards to him and I don't really trust him to make rational decisions. Piccolo is currently away on a mission, but he also would most likely not be able to cut the leadership experience needed to lead a whole voyage.” 

Goku Jr took a moment to process everything he was hearing. These were pretty big shoes to fill indeed and the fact that he was trusted with a mission like this along with Goten, Trunks, and Vegeta Jr. Sure, they were qualified. But for such a delicate mission, could they really be trusted with something like this? It wasn't the first time they've escorted a fleet of a project but to lead it entirely for the most part? That was quite a bit of a responsibility. “What about the others?” he asked calmly and it was clear that he was trying to make sure he was hearing everything right. “Yamcha? Krillin? Tenshinhan? Chiaotzu? Yajirobe? Androids 17 and 18? What about some of our counterparts?”

“your counterparts have been briefed about the mission and will be assisting you along the way,” Chronoa answered calmly before addressing the other questions that Goku Jr gave. “As for the others, and all of the others including the ones you haven't mentioned yet, many of them have been assigned other missions. And some have submitted their resignations from the Time Patrol in some cases.”

Goten took a moment to process that last part as he could take a guess on a few of them. “I'm guessing the GT versions of Grandpa, Tien, Chiaotzu, Yajirobe, and Android 18 are the ones who submitted their resignations, along with the GT version of me and Goku's mom,” Goten questioned but it was more of a guess than a demand or question. “You're saying they've officially retired?”

“That is correct,” Chronoa answered in an understanding tone. “Well “semi-retired" seems to be the more likely term that we should use. The resignation is more so applicable towards active Time Patrol duty. They're pretty much on reserve now. Aside from that they've pretty much retired from any active duty in the Time Patrol.”

“I see,” Vegeta Jr whispered to himself. He figured they could have used the extra help. But on the other hand, for the past 45 years being as hectic as they were, he couldn't blame them for wanting to enjoy some form of retirement after all the hard work they put into founding this damn organization. And he sure as hell couldn't fault them for wanting to retire as soon as the time Patrol was up on its feet and getting the ball rolling as it was as of late. They certainly earned it. 

Goku Jr took a deep breath before calmly looking at the Supreme Kai of Time. “So most of our friends and family aren't available,” he then agreed though there was a bit of reluctance there. It was also clear that he didn't show malice in the situation though. He just figured that they could use the help. But if they're not available there's nothing that he could really do about it. Oh well. He'll have to figure something out. “I understand that future Bulma has a set crew but I think it would be wise for the four of us to get additional people involved as well,” he then calmly pointed out before looking at the alternate version of Bulma and making it clear that he wasn't intending on making this up for debate. “We also need other people we can trust that can make sure everything's running smoothly. And also I think it would be best to also Ensure we have people that can also help Miss Bulma's crew as well.”

“Bulma Leigh has volunteered, along with her counterparts with the science division,” Future Bulma quickly pointed out, clearly in agreement with Goku Jr.  Her compliance was actually surprising to the Saiyan. “However, if you think it would be wise to get more people that you four can trust to ensure our success, then I cannot stop you. As much as I can assure you that the team I've already gathered is qualified, I was made well aware that the four of you have a tendency to want to be extra prepared if possible.”

Just then Aeos, the previous Supreme Kai of time and Elder Kai, was seen walking up to them before Aeos began to speak again. “However there are several matters that need to be taken care of before we restore full funding to the project,” she calmly explained as she mentally prepared herself for their reactions. However, Future Bulma was already made aware of this. The others remaining silent to avoid any problematic confrontations was definitely a factor to be taken into consideration. “There were several other matters that needed to be taken care of which greatly reduced the funding for the project. While we do intend to guarantee the success of this project, there are several more urgent matters that require our attention.”

“The other versions of you weren't all not too happy about that,” the seemingly older Kai mentioned. “But unfortunately we had to precure funding elsewhere for the time being. Most of it has been taken care of but there are still a few urgent matters that need to be taken care of first before we can begin to restore full funding again.”

Goku Jr lifted an eyebrow. “What exactly do you need to do that's so important?” he asked, seeing all three Supreme Kais looking at him now. “And if we have to wait in order for us to actually begin this mission, do we might as well do something to pass the time. And to ensure that we can get back to our original mission sooner. We can also use this as a means to get everyone ready for it as well.”

“You do give a good point,” Chronoa agreed. “I suppose we could assign you guys some stuff. Though some of your counterparts have already started with a lot of them. There is one assignment that they haven't touched yet that probably needs to be resolved soon….” the Supreme Kai of time paused for a second to measure her four time patroller's present to see what they're willing to do to ensure that get the job done and noticing the determination of resolved from all four of them, she knew that at least one of them was going to pry for the details.

Goten spoke first. “The dispute in timeline 29705?” he asked and there was no denying the fact that he saw the surprise from everyone in the time nest at the moment. “I believe this is one of the timelines that was nicknamed “with me” if I remember correctly. I don't necessarily care for the various nicknames you've given the timelines that we watch over. But I recall some of the history with that one in particular and a mission that I had a while back. 15 years ago, if I remember correctly. It was a timeline where the actions of Goku in certain timelines were exposed and led to some consequences to some extent. I won't bore anyone with details in regards to the actual consequences themselves, but in various timelines the aftermath always varied. I recall having to steal Bulma's blueprints for a super time machine that would have caused her to discover Conton City. That was the mission I spoke of earlier. Almost got caught by that timeline's version of my mother too.” he took a deep breath before he began to explain the details of the dispute. “As for the dispute itself it seems that the timeline in question has been pretty up in the air about what to do with its knowledge of Conton City. Its discovery has caused a turmoil of negotiations and disputes within the timeline itself. The damn thing is now on the verge of a civil war.”

Chronoa nodded, taking note of Goten's observant and accurate assessment of the situation. “Yes that is correct,” she said cautiously but not because she was alarmed by her time patrollers but rather was concerned of the potential outcomes that could happen if things were to go wrong and sour. “This is where a lot of the resources for outbound flight has been going to,” she admitted and she could tell that the time patrollers showed a strong amount of understanding with it. Goku Jr nodded to show his. Vegeta Jr acknowledged her in his typical crossed arms pose but his laid back demeanor behind it showcased a large amount of intent in regards to listening. Trunks and Goten mainly stayed silent. Processing all the information now present. “If civil war breaks out in that timeline, it could take several years, even decades, to resolve the conflicts. Which could cause potential irreparable damage.”

“I can see why resolving this before it comes down to it would be so important,” Vegeta Jr finally said with a hint of understanding but also careful consideration. “we could see multiple versions of all 12 universes taking several losses within their populations, or even the amount of planets they have. This war could even involve the various gods and even members of the demon realm.”

“Not to mention the potential casualty rates would be higher than anything we have seen before,” Goku Jr agreed, adding another crucial detail to the mix. “This timeline has a much larger population in its version of all 12 universes. 100,000 times the amount of population in each universe in comparison to the average timeline. And also the fact that it would be a war of various factions. Many of them are pushing to fight for absolute dominance. There's no way there will be minimal casualties. And there would be no way in hell there wouldn't be collateral damage.” 

There was a moment of silence between everyone and the time nest and then elder Kai cleared his throat before he spoke again. “dlDoes this mean that you will be going to investigate this endeavor, and also ensure that the negotiations go well?” he carefully said with a bit of hesitation paying attention to all of them and then seeing all of them nod unanimously at each other before Goku Jr spoke again. 

“When do the negotiations take place?” he asked with determination and resolve in his tone. There was clear intent on seeing this through. If this was how they were going to get outbound flight ready in a timely manner, then so be it. 

“They've already begun,” Aeos quickly answered though her tone was a bit calm despite her Hasty response. “Though there hasn't been an agreement yet and all attempts to compromise have ended in a dead end or stalemate….”

Trunks sighed in frustration, rubbing his finger and thumb over his closed eyelids. “Let me guess,” the half Saiyan son of Vegeta said with extreme amounts of frustration after hearing that. “Neither side is willing to make a deal, they're both being stubborn, and they're being unreasonable, did I get that right?” the Supreme Kais present merely nodded and Trunks grumbled under his breath. “Figures,” the Future Capsule Corp president growled. “Do you already have someone already assigned? And if so, do you think it would be wise to send us his backup?”

“Yes but we're concerned that he is going to be a much bigger problem,” Chronoa admitted. Her tone and expression were cautious as she took a deep breath. “One of Kaka’s counterparts…”

The others turned to look at Goku Jr who had face palmed. The influence of Chi-Chi clearly taking over as he let out a groan of frustration. His tone, body language and expression, made it clear that he understood exactly who she was talking about. “Alter…” he said in frustration. Well they were both equally stubborn and as stubborn as both of their parents combined, Alter Goku Jr took on the more negative aspects of their stubbornness. And it was actually much worse because of it. “No version of mom that I know of is anywhere near as bad as him when it comes to stubbornness, and neither is Dad…. And he's a hell of a lot more demanding. He'll actually FORCE them to submit. No version of mom or dad or anyone of us would know of would actually do that to a person.” 

Chronoa nodded in agreement. And it was clear that they could tell that she regretted allowing him to do this. “I want you four to make sure that the negotiations are a success,” she told them firmly, making sure they understood the gravity of the situation. “Watch out for any conspiracies or plots that could prove disastrous for the negotiations, and keep an eye on him. There's something not right about him. He's becoming obsessively attached to this project. That's why he volunteered to do these negotiations in the first place. I also want you to keep an eye on him. If you leave now, you'll most likely be 3 days ahead of him.”

With that, the four saiyan time patrollers nodded in agreement, taking the time scrolls and heading to the timeline. There was a few hours in the temporal wormhole before arriving and the four of them remained quiet for the most part until Goku Jr broke the silence. “Out of all the versions of anyone in this damn Omniverse,” he mainly said to himself with a hint of frustration and uneasiness. “Why the hell did it have to be him?” He knew what his alternate counterpart was capable of and he didn't have to imagine how bad things could go if he was in charge of outbound flight. He was partially concerned that Alter Goku Jr was not aware that the four of them were placed in charge of the project going forward. But they'll worry about that later. Still, the main concern is whether or not he would let this project be taken from him.

[kasarawolf]

I swear if this DLC comes out when I’m out of town next week, I’m going to loose it xD

Also! I’ve been thinking about my Fu character analysis document. (Currently, I need to play through the game again to record or take pictures of parts to show as examples for my reasoning. But that will take some time as October is going to be a busy month) There is a part of me that wants to just release it straight up to the public, but then the other part of me says to just give it to people who ask to see it. This character analysis is how the Fu in my story runs off, so I am not sure if that would really count as spoilers or not for my story if I post it publicly ^^’

[nykomajin]

Hey, you! I've got a fun new side story I'm working on, and I even drew a cover for it! I would appreciate any and all reads and feedback, thanks!

Some additional information on this is that it's written as a side story for my main character in a DB roleplay server I run, that character's name being Marmalade. However, I'm writing it so that you don't have to have any prior context of what she's done in there, which is why I'm posting it here! Any context you may need is given to you, or can just be picked up through context clues. As I said, this series that I will occasionally update is mainly a side one based on fun scenarios and character building, so you can get connected even if you knew nothing beforehand! I can give any additional information as well, if requested. :)

What will be seen in this solo series primarily includes, but will not be limited to:

Marmalade's relationship with her family, mainly with her Uncle Heezit

Marmalade's relationship with her mentor, the enigmatic CEO of the modern day's Capsule Corporation, Dr. Jean

Marmalade's life at school

Low-scale, more down-to-earth, sometimes silly or strange time-related events that will occur in Marmalade's town. The kind of stuff that a Time Patroller wouldn't see as too important, but a vigilante "Unlicensed" Time Patroller would

And more

[dragonballalltime]

DRAGON BALL ALL-TIME: EPISODE 1!!

Welcome to DRAGON BALL ALL-TIME! An improvised story, written by two different writers! Please enjoy, if you follow along!=== [BEGIN] [WRITER 1] Years after the events of the DRAGON BALL XENOVERSE games, the Time Patrol was still a thriving group telling off all time-bending baddies! Due to the ever-changing operation though, the patrol was always expanding, so Conton City has since been made larger, and a new city is even in the works! You can already see some additions that have made their mark, such as...

The God of Destruction of Time

Like the Supreme Kai of Time, there too exists a God of Destruction of Time. There's much more to discuss about that, but... Today, we introduce ourselves to the newest to take on the mantle! 

The God of Destruction of Time must go undercover as an ordinary Time Patroller in order to properly dictate what timelines need to be destroyed, vs. ones that simply need their distortions cleared as usual. So, the newest god, Daquiri, is tasked with the same, currently on her way to being introduced to her brand new Time Patrol team!

But... Will she get along with them? Her team leader is quite strict and astute, so the surprisingly meek destroyer god may not be able to keep up her cover for long... Daquiri isn't too comfortable letting others know of her position yet, since if other Patrollers knew that the God of Destruction of Time was among them on missions, they may grow too intimidated and mess up their tasks! So, Daquiri must be the one to survive being intimidated instead... It's a cruel world.

A cruel world that's about to be burst open... Now! [WRITER 2] "So you really don't have any books related to Time Manipulation...? Asking for safety reasons, of course."

"I'm afraid that information is well kept in the Time Vault, or the Capsule Corporation database, depending on the manipulation method."

A pair of patrollers would be discussing matters inside of a lonely library.

One of them appeared to be a Kai, her pointy ears and attire being strong indicators. She wore a badge over her uniform, indicating that she was an 'Elite-ranked Patroller'.

On the other side, a Frieza Clansmen -or rather, clanswomen- listened to her leader.

"I understand that, thanks for clearing it up. In any case, I believe our new team member should be arriving soon." The purple-skinned Kai says, changing the topic.

"Hm? The one that Magma assigned to us himself?" The other woman inquires.

"That would be correct. He didn't rely much information to me, so I expect that they are able to give us more details about themselves." [WRITER 1] Soon, the library wouldn't be as lonely since a new lady walked in during the two's conversation.

The first thing you could tell about her is that she was tall, almost comically so, as she had to bend underneath entryways to not bump into them. The second key factor of the lady's appearance was that she had the face of a dog - not as in she's ugly, but a literal dog! Of course, the God of Destruction Beerus is a cat, so now we have a dog. "... O-oh, yoohoo!" But... The final inkling of her appearance was probably the most important of all. Despite being a big dog, her expression might as well have been a puppy's, her shaky figure joining her soft frame. She gulps a little, keeping up a polite smile.

"I-i'm Eireni, your new teammate!... Wait--" The lady smacks herself immediately. "No, you're Eireni, I'm Daquiri! Uhm... Hi!"

"..."

She sweats. Not only was she feeling nervous about being out of her God of Destruction attire and donning casual clothes instead, but she even botched her greeting! 

“....................”

Daquiri keeps a big smile as she screams internally. "I hope we can be friends!" [WRITER 2] Eiréni and her teammate exchange glances, and then they both reply with a similar smile.

"Welcome, I'm Ava! Please, have a seat." The Frieza clanswomen gestures to a third chair awaiting next to their table.

"Welcome indeed, I am Eiréni, as you have already pointed out. I'll be your team leader from now on." The Kai replies, nodding to the chair as well.

"We can get on all that technical time patrolling stuff later on. But for now, we rather know more about yourself, if you're willing to share." [WRITER 1] "U-uh, thanks!"

Daquiri smiles, smiling and dying inside all the way towards the chair. She sits down, and... Crack! "!!" The chair snapped a bit beneath her large body. However, she just tries to hide it, using her long skirt to cover up the broken leg as she never lets up her intensely sweating smile. "Thanks for the warm greeting!" There was something else she was trying to 'cover up', too. "Oh, me? Well, like I said, my name is Daquiri, and I'm the new God of--" She immediately puts a hand in front of her mouth, thinking, "O-oh, shoot...!"

She almost slipped up already!

"...G-god of... Sewing...!" "I don't even know how to sew??" "Yeah!" 

“........... . . .. . .”

Daquiri kept shaking.

[WRITER 2] "God... of sewing? Can't say I have ever heard state something so daring." Eiréni comments, glancing at Daquiri's chair momentarily after hearing it snap, but continues as if nothing happened.

"Mhm. You must be really good at it, hm? Come to think of it, I could use a new suit, this one is a bit worn out after all these years." Ava pulls at her white suit. [WRITER 1] "Oh, I see! Well, it is quite the suit! I could help you fix it sometime!" Not unless Ava wanted it to be ripped to shreds.

"U-uhm, uhh..." Daquiri clears her throat. "Sooo... Magma, the head of the Elite Time Patrol! He told me some stuff about you two before sticking me in your team!" She says. "Ava, you're... One of the city's librarians, correct? That explains the surroundings then, haha!"

"Aaand... Eireni..." Daquiri began to shake a little more. Something about that Kai's gaze felt so critical... "...O-one of the newest Elites, right?" Gulp. She hopes she didn't get that wrong.

[WRITER 2] "Correct. I'm glad Magma took that into account when arranging our meeting. It would've been somewhat of an issue if you had come here on a busier day." Ava explains.

"Certainly one of the newest, I was ascended not too long ago. It almost caught me off-guard, I thought it would never happen at this point." Eiréni replies. [WRITER 1] "Oh, I see! That's good to hear." Daquiri smiles. "I'm a new Time Patroller myself. I joined because..." She racks her brain. "...N-no particular reason..." She gulps again.

But, then she clears her throat. "Sooo, Ava, got any reading recommendations?" She asks. "Anything on the God of Destruction of Time position, perhaps?" She almost couldn't get more obvious. "It better not say anything weird!"

[WRITER 2] "Hm? Oh, I'm sure there must be some volumes speaking about the topic on the Deities section. Don't expect much though, the position is still fairly new, after all." Ava points out, as she glances over to a specifc aisle.

"That's true. I wonder if they've even appointed anyone yet." Eiréni comments. [WRITER 1] "W-well, there have been a few in the past, but... They all seemed to..."

She shakes her head. "N-not that I would be too studied on the topic, eheh!" Daquiri adjusts her seating.

...

And that makes her fully break her chair. "GAAAH!" She looked like a spilled plate of spaghetti, laid out on the floor among wood chips.

[WRITER 2] "Erm, are you okay?" Ava goes over to Daquiri to help her stand up.

"Do you have any other chairs around here that aren't made of cheap wood?" Eiréni asks, not as concerned as her teammate. "They can't just go breaking down because someone is shaking nervously on them..." [WRITER 1] "I-I'm oka--" Eireni's final sentence almost made Daquiri burst out and cry. "I-I'm not shaking...!" She was.

Her eyes dart around the room. She wanted to find something to take the attention away from her. "U-uhm, I know!" Spotting a board game on one of the shelves, a thought comes to her immediately. Without giving it much mulling over, she spits out, "H-how about we play '2 Truths 1 Lie'? That'd be a great way to get to know each other!"

She smiles.

...

And she also sits on her knees in front of the table, there not being much of a difference between that and a chair due to her height. "S-sorry about the chair, by the way! You can take it out of my paycheck!" The God in hiding tries to quickly move past it.

[WRITER 2] "A childish game as a method for an interview? Just who does she-"

"That sounds nice, Daquiri. May I ask you to go first?" Ava interjects, having noticed a subtle annoyance in Eiréni's expression. [WRITER 1] "E-eh? Uhm... Sure! I can try!" She was hoping to have time to think while they went first. Oh no.

"...Eeehm... Uuuhhhh..."

Why was Eireni looking at her like that?? She gulps, trying to think faster.

"O-okay!" Daquiri takes a deep breath. 

"I... Know how to sew."

"I've played basketball with Lord Zen-Oh before."

"I, uh... Like 'Skooby Snacks'."

She exhales. "N-now, you both have to pick which you think is the lie!" Nervous smile.

[WRITER 2] Both Patrollers squinted at Daquiri, carefully processing each statement.

"Hm... I'd say it was playing basketball with Lord Zen-Oh... I've never heard of him interacting with any mortal, outside of a certain incident." Ava replies, then glancing at Eiréni, who seemed deep in thought still.

"What is a 'Skooby Snacks'...?" [WRITER 1] "Oh, uh... They're, uh... Uh... Dog food..." Daquiri mumbles, before scratching the back of her head and laughing while saying, "E-ehehe, yeah! It sounds quite silly, but, uh, I did! He thought I was tall!" She looks around nervously. "No other reason he'd play with a mortal, haha!"

"And, oh, uh, yeah, I lied about being able to sew." She says. "I, uh, wasn't telling the truth earlier when I said I could... Uhhh..."

Death.

"Y-your turn!" Daquiri randomly points at one of them, wanting to change the subject. When she found her finger landed towards Eireni, she shook, and changed to Ava. "I-I meant you!"

[WRITER 2] "Oh? Alright." Ava nods, taking a minute to think.

"Let's see... I get my hair done often, I've taken books out of my own library without paying, and I can speak around 20 languages." She listed.

"Hm. You made it quite easy." Eiréni comments. [WRITER 1] "Oh, uh!--" Daquiri goes to comment immediately, but she hears Eireni's remark. "She made it... Easy?" Oh no! What if she gets it wrong??

She panics. 

"Uhm, uhh... Uhm!!..." Not knowing what to do with her hands, she flails somewhat before pointing a finger up and claiming, "Uhh, the lie is about your hair!"

"Wait, no--"

"You've taken books out!"

"No, that would be wrong--"

"20 languages!"

She stiffens. She ended up picking all three! "Aah...!" "U-uh, just go with the last one I said! Final answer!" [WRITER 2] "Wrong, I'm afraid. I would never take a book out without paying its respective value. I might the one in charge of this library, but that does not put me above the rules." Ava corrects.

"Polishing her hair also counts as getting it done, and last time I checked, she knows 19 languages, to be exact." Eiréni clarifies.

"yeah but twenty is a prettier number and makes me sound smarter-"

"Uh-huh. So I take it that it's my turn now, correct?" Eiréni asks, now slightly amused. [WRITER 1] "Wait, so I was right...?" Daquiri looks around, stunned. "Yay!!" She smiles gleefully, all tension from her fading for a moment as she claps her hands excitedly. "W-wow, Ms. Ava! That's wonderful! I only know one language, ehehe!"

She returns to panic. "U-uhm... Yeah!" Daquiri responds to Eireni, finding herself scooting closer to Ava.

[WRITER 2] "Hm." Eiréni places her hand under her chin, thinking.

"I like women." She states.

Dead silence.

"Uhm, Eiréni... You're supposed to state three different things." Ava remarks, nudging her leader.

"..."

"My contribution to this game has ended." She replies with a deadpan tone. [WRITER 1] "U-uh--"

Looking like a dog, one might assume that Daquiri was 'not too fond of gay people'. However, she only really seemed shocked by the suddenness of it.

"...Uuuhm..."

"Is that the lie??" Daquiri dimwittedly asks, having never had an intelligent thought. "I don't get it..." She looks at Ava for help.

[WRITER 2]

Ava merely tilts her head. "Why do you seem so confused?"

[WRITER 1] "I, uhh... Uhh..."

"I didn't know girls could like girls."

"So it's the lie, right?"

"But she didn't say anything else..."

"Uuuhm..."

"..."

[WRITER 2] "Perhaps we should leave it at that, lest you get further confused." Ava recommends with a slight chuckle.

Eiréni remained silent, just listening to the two while dying inside. [WRITER 1] "Uuuhm.. Okay??"

"Uuh, I guess it's my turn now..."

"..."

Daquiri puts a hand on her chin, thinking.

"Hmm... I should saaay... I should say that I'm a god! Then say it's a lie, because then they won't suspect me..."

"But, that would be an actual lie! Aw!"

"Then maybe I should saaay... I don't like Ms. Eireni's hair..."

"But that would be the lie!"

"But I'm supposed to come up with a lie!"

Before long, birds were spinning around her head. She was trying to figure out how to not feel guilty in a game about lies.

"O-okay, I have them!"

"...Uuh... I... Played basketball... With Whis..."

"I like Ms. Eireni's hairstyle."

"The sentence I'm saying right now... Is the truth!"

She smiles with flushed cheeks. "U-uh, guess!"

[WRITER 2] "Hm... You really like playing basketball, hm? However, this time I am certain that it's a lie. I doubt any Angel would dedicate themselves to sports when they have many other important matters to be concerned with." Ava guesses.

"A-and...!" Ahem. "And, should the sentence were you claim to be saying the truth not be true, you wouldn't have been able to state it as fact." Eiréni ends up re-joining the game. [WRITER 1] "Well, uhh... People just like playing it with me since I'm tall!" Daquiri says. "It was on the same day, too! Mr. Whis walked up to me like 'My, my, I had no idea that gods could be so ballin' then he--"

"--I mean, not that I would be a god, uhh--"

"..."

Eireni... Proved why Daquiri's lie didn't make sense. That was going to be the lie. "...U-uhm..." Trying not to look dumb, she blurts out, "T-the hair thing was the lie!"

"WAIT, I'M NOT TRYING TO SAY IT'S BAD--"

Daquiri holds her head in her hands, wanting to scream as she tries to incoherently murmur an excuse. "I-it's a lie because... I love the hair, not like..!" She really should have thought this game out before picking it...

[WRITER 2] Ava and Eiréni exchange glances once again.

"So we are expected to believe that deities approach you merely for your ability to be 'so ballin'?" The Kai inquires.

"Why not?" The other woman interjects.

"Ava, you should know well at this point that gods do not 'ball', did you forget?"

"Maybe you are the one that doesn't 'ball'?" Ava suggests, snickering. [WRITER 1] "U-uhm, well, I'm sure they would let you, if you wanted! The Supreme Kai of Time shows up for the games sometimes!" The god says. "...Though, uh, she's not very good because she's short... And, uh..."

"..."

"Y-your turn!" Dodging any other criticism, she nudges Ava. Despite it being just a nudge, she was so nervous that she couldn't control her strength, so it hurt quite a bit... "O-oh, sorry!!" [WRITER 2] Ava winced slightly, but she just nodded, accepting the apology. Where does all her patience come from?

"Hm..."

"I have more hobbies outside of reading."

"...My shirt size is between S and M."

"My favorite color is a very specific shade of blue. ...There you go!" [WRITER 1] "...Hmmm..." Daquiri puts a hand on her chin, inspecting Ava. She tugs at her shirt a little. "No, not it..." She looks at Ava. Daquiri gasps, having an epiphany. "Oh, I know it! You're blue, so clearly, you must like blue! The lie is about your hobbies!" 

She sounded very confident. "I-I don't have very many hobbies myself, ehehe..." She scratches her head shyly, blushing.

[WRITER 2] "uhm"

"Well, at least she didn't make fun of me for it, I guess...?" Ava sighs, nodding to Daquiri.

"You are correct. If I'm not reading or working, I usually find myself without nothing else to do." She admits, somewhat embarrassed. [WRITER 1] "Oh, well, uhm, maybe I could read with you, sometime!" Daquiri suggests, smiling gleefully. "I could show you some of my hobbies, too!"

"Like basketball."

"Which sometimes involves gods... For no particular reason!"

"..."

Sweat.

"U-uhm, your turn, Ms. Eireni!" Her cheerfulness began to fade into stiffness yet again.

[WRITER 2] "Oh, uhm, sure thing!" Ava smiles back.

"...Me again?" Eiréni scratches her head. 

"I thought I had lost the game." [WRITER 1] "Y-you did?" Daquiri asks. "I didn't know you could lose..."

"But, uh, I'll go instead, then!" In actuality, she took the chance to not accidentally end up saying something off kilter about Eireni.

"...Uuuhm..."

But now she has to rack her brain again!

"Aaagh... I-i can't keep lying! I'm running out things to say..."

"...Maybe I can..."

"..."

Daquiri began to hold her head, looking quite unsettled.

"I don't want them to judge me...!"

[WRITER 2] "Hm... I didn't know that either..." Ava comments, glancing at Eiréni.

"..."

They both turned their gaze back at Daquiri, expectant. [WRITER 1] "...!!"

She notices immediately. Her heart pounds!

"U-uh, just say something!"

"Uh, I just peed myself!"

"......"

"I also played basketball with the Grand Priest once."

"......"

"I am the God of Destruction of Time."

She began to shake like a cartoon skeleton, making chattering noises.

[WRITER 2] "Uh..."

"That is... disgusting, if true..." Eiréni speaks up. "However, I must assume that is the lie. I'm inclined to believe that you have at least enough dignity to be able to handle yourself in such a situation. Following your previous statements of having 'balled' with other higher ranked deities, I doubt you would lie about someone like the Grand Priest. Being the God of Destruction of Time would explain why you are able to meet up with said deities too." She analyzes, staring directly into Daquiri's eyes as she broke down her thought process.

"That's true, but maybe she did pee herself...? Sometimes you are a bit... You know..." Ava interjects.

"a bit what" [WRITER 1] "............"

With each passing word, Daquiri shakes more, her pupils dilating. There was some kind of strange puddle under her, too...

"Uh no I havent played basketball with the Grand Priest he doesn't like it"

"...."

"I peed and also I'm the god of destruction of time"

She screams internally.

"I-i didn't want them to look at me differently...! But... It feels worse to lie and try to be someone else!"

"......"

She looks at her wrist. "Oh, wow, would you look at the time!" She didn't have a watch. "Gotta go bye"

Within seconds, she was gone.

[WRITER 2] "!!!!?!??!?"

The duo was utterly shaken, to say the least.

"WE HAVE BEEN SEATING IN FRONT OF A GOD THIS WHOLE AFTERNOON?!" Eiréni exclaims. Ava merely replies with a sigh. "A god that peed on one of my chairs..."

[WRITER 1] Actually, she peed on the floor. She broke the chair a while ago!

[END]

[pleasantspark]

oh MY! HUBBA HUBBA

[rosachaotic]

Hi I wrote a db fanfiction based on this art I did during inktober 👉👈

[pleasantspark]

I do not understand the hate and diss this man gets. Dude is being called a cheater, cheater at what? Baseball maybe, MARTIAL arts? Yeah I can see that, but women? Fuck NO.

There's a lot of issues within the community where I can see it's BS. There's no evidence he cheated, even if he did. It's Bulma's words against OURS!

The funny thing about this is, this man was afraid of women, so much so he couldn't POSSIBLY have the motive to cheat, especially since Bulma managed to get him over his fears.

Now, in that sense he owes her, but here's what I think happened.

Bulma noticed the women's attention he was getting

Yamcha rejected them (Because he's chad) and Bulma began starting drama over it.

This led into false allegations of "CHEATING!"

The funny thing is, Bulma was ACTIVELY searching for another man, EVEN IN THE RELATIONSHIP WITH YAMCHA IS IT ALWAYS THE MAN'S FAULT AND NOT THE WOMENS?

Immediately after his infamous death (Which I basically headcanon as trauma now.) that the fans and fake ass Yamcha Disbelievers use to mock him for, Bulma decided NOW would be the great time to shack up with Vegeta.

And disgustingly enough, she decided to cry on him when VEGETA DIED where was HIS SUPPORT when he was tagteamed by that Saibamen? Oh right, nah because fuck Yamcha amiright?

I sincerely hate anyone who pushes the blame on a shitty copout for Trunks to be a plot. Put some respect on Yamcha my 34th DBZ Husband because this community needs to stop shitting on him when he's already down.

[starpunz]

WORDGIRL GOKU VS BUU MISS POWER

Support part 1 of my video so these two meet in part 2

[legofanguy1999]

Dragon Ball: How Cold and his queen got together

A Dragon Ball fanfiction for @thepromptfoundry event aug-UST day 10 enemies to lovers featuring my Dragon Ball Xenoverse character Chill and King Cold.

Thousand of years before the birth of Goku, two mutant members of a alien race are about to fight each other for title of ruler of their planet. On one side is Cold, descendant of the pirate Chilled, and the other fighter is Chill, the most powerful woman of the planet. These two mutants stand off in their true form. Soon, the two clash each other.

As Cold and Chill take a rest from their pointless fighting, Chill said to her new lover, "Why don't we combine our forces and have a heir? We can rule the universe as its empress and emperor." and Cold smile at the idea. This marks the beginning of the Cold Empire and its military the Cold Force.

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HFIL: The Definitive Series

Cell and Orion get into an argument over Orion's "divine qualification" forcing a bet that the two of them had to do, the bet was, if one of them reached a certain amount of likes on their own unflattering edits of one another, one has to wear a maids dress and do what the other says for a day, hyjinks ensue.

Episode Two - The Bet

Orion's first day waking up at HFIL in her small cramped but cozy room above the clinic was a little overwhelming, gone was the aspect of waking up to birds chirping and the smell of sweet pancakes, now she woke up to arguments started over turf wars and bragging rights to see how terrible they all are, and sometimes most of them compared their crimes and see the others reaction.

But as Orion tied her hair up, she noticed the door opening and shutting behind her, before she whipped around and saw a short red skinned male with a distinct white mullet disappear, she swore she heard a “click” of a camera, and she realized she wasn't wearing a shirt, creep. She thought and got a casual outfit on and put on flats, before going downstairs and seeing someone already there. 

It was a man with greying hair and a hat with the Red Ribbon Army Logo on it, Orion sighs and allows herself to let him in. 

“Come on in, Uhh.” Orion began. 

“I am Dr. Gero.” He said, Orion nodded and sat down at her chair. 

“So, tell me, why are you here?” Orion asked. 

“I am here because I was a part of the Red Ribbon Army, a terrorist organization basically. I also came back years later after stalking Goku and his fights to see what he would make out of it. I made the fearsome Cell, and turned two delinquents into half androids, but was promptly defeated. I am here because of that.” Dr. Gero said, and Orion looked down at her paper.

Goku? He was the guy who she learned by name, thanks to King Kai's constant praise and Shin's constant complaints. Apparently, he's saved the Earth multiple times and even sometimes goes overboard. 

But he was the embodiment of Mortals that she loved, and she nodded. She ticked the box on the paper under “Micromanaging Meglomanic Android with Celestial Grudges.“

“Say,” Dr. Gero said, and Orion snapped her head up, and saw Dr. Gero looking wistfully at her. She tilts her head.

“You kind of look like my wife, you have the same hairstyle as her, and well. She was beautiful. Her name was Vomi. One of the most intelligent and brilliant Scientists I have ever had the pleasure of marrying. It's a miracle she'd ever choose me, an insane old fart with a ton of free time on my hands.” Gero sighed, and Orion chuckled nervously, and gripped the pen tightly. 

“I assume she's—”

“Dead, yes, you assume right, but not here. She's... Uh, I don't know. Somewhere safe I suppose. We haven't exactly been the type to be together for long. I haven't been married to her since Gevo's death and we've been divorced. I wish I could have told her I am sorry, but with our other son cutting me off due to my grief... I had no choice but to be alone.” Gero said, and Orion nodded.

She didn't expect baggage from a villain when starting, but it's hard to ignore the fact this man was still grieving and grief had led this man down a dark path. Something that most people won't understand, still it's hard to sympathize since instead of taking a step back and enjoying his time with the family he still had left, he decided to obsessively stalk the same person who was responsible for destroying the organization that he had thrown himself into.

It's obvious he needs grief counseling and someone to help with his obsession and she wrote down the next meeting.

“Right, uh. So I think I need to schedule you a follow up appointment in about around... Two weeks? In the meantime, I think you should lay off the robotics and try something different... Like...” She darts her eyes around before landing on an easel, “Art!” 

She shoved a few supplies to him. “Art always cleanses the soul and hopefully it works wonders for you!” Orion said, and Gero raises an eyebrow.

“Robotics is art— to me at least...” Gero said.

“Hey, you want to get out of here, yeah? Try something different for a change. And who knows? Maybe you can find yourself enjoying it!” Orion cheerfully said, and Gero looked down.

“Fine, but I won't enjoy it one bit.” He then leaves, and Orion sighs, the door slams open. Standing there was Cell, and Orion sighed, tightly holding her clipboard, Cell sauntered his way in like he owns the place. He stood rather than sit like Dr. Gero did prior to his arrival and crossed his arms.

“So, get this over with.” Cell said, Orion grits her teeth, jerk. She cleared her throat.

“Okay for starters, can you tell me, exactly, why you are here?” Orion asked, Cell hums, looking around.

“I'm sure you can gauge why I am here. I don't need a demoted divine being to tell me why I am here.” Cell said, Orion's hand twitches alongside her eye.

“Oh, but you do have to Cell, otherwise I can see if you understand your actions well.” Orion said, “Cooperate or I am writing that you failed.”

Cell huffs, and with a tight smile. “Fine, I'll play your little... game.” Cell then cleared his throat.

“I am here for tons of things that I do not see an issue with. I was here because I was created by Dr. Gero, having absorbed random civilians despite needing to only absorb the two androids, created an unauthorized building for an illegal fight to determine if I would destroy the Earth or not, but it's clear I would give no outcome.” Cell said, then paused. “Is that what you want? Or do you want me to spill more about the wonders of the universe, O' humble divinity?”

Cell got close to her face, and she growls, before pushing his face away. “For starters, don't call me that, my name is Orion. Secondly. What you're describing is a classic case of narcissism. You view yourself better than others, and not necessarily a NPD diagnosis, you're just plainfully self absorbe—” Orion began, but Cell takes her clipboard, and she reaches for it. Holding it above her head.

”Narcassism? NARCASSISM? What do you take me for? Some, some Mortal with a pathetic sense of worth? No, I am above that. You, however, have a whole slew of issues that I'd like to see you handle.“ Cell looked through the pages with growing disinterest. And he smirks.

“You really think those Mortal assigned labels bother me? They don't, to be clear with you. They aren't even who I AM.”

Orion scoffs, “Your way of thinking aligns with that of a Narcissist or someone who is entitled.” Orion snaps, and tries to reach out for the clipboard.

“Big talk coming from a Divine Entity who was banished from her own realm. What's it for, huh?”

“That's none of your business, give me back my clipboard.”

“No, I won't. It's funny to see you struggle to reach my height.” Cell snickers, and Orion hits him with a latent ki blast, and he drops the clipboard onto her face. She winces.

“You're lucky I didn't write reports on the first meeting. Otherwise you'd be in deep trouble.” Orion snarls, and Cell scoffs.

“Yeah, Yeah, whatever.”

“So, I am suggesting what you need to do, is come back here so I can tell you what you need to hear and maybe then you'll understand not everything revolves around yo—”

“Now, stop right there.” Cell starts with a smirk. “I love the game you're playing here...”

“It's not—”

“Hush.” He commanded, “I am talking, you'd best know to listen.” 

“I am 2 million years old, I don't have to lis—”

“Shut it.”

When Orion went silent, Cell continued, “Now, as I was saying. I really love the game you're playing here. But I can assure you, it's not working. No amount of therapy is going to undo a programming that was perfected by DNA from each and every formidable fighter there was, and has ever lived, two of which take residence in this very realm.” Cell brags.

“Stolen DNA Valor, got that.” Orion mumbles scribbling down it.

“Now, I love some games, so... I'll make a deal. We both make unflattering images of each other. The one with the most likes on HFILGram wins. The loser has to wear a maids dress and act like the other servant for... a day. If I win, I will have you be my servant for a week...” Cell snickers.

“And if I win?” Orion asked, and Cell hummed. 

“What do you want from me?” Cell asked.

“You'll have to shut up and attend every meeting from here on out, sitting.” Orion adds, and Cell thinks about it.

“Deal.” They shook on it.

“Can you guys wrap his session up? I believe it's my turn.” Said a voice, they both turned and saw what seems to be an emerald hair male with light teal skin and a flawless look, he seemed to have his eyelashes curled, and his hair done in a neat braid. He crossed his arms and leaned up against the doorframe.

“Right, I'll see you by tomorrow, may the best maid win~” Cell leaves, allowing the male to come in, but instead of sitting he stands.

“Oh, you too?” Orion groaned and the male shook his head.

“No, I am here to warn you, just how crazy Cell is, I am Zarbon. Sorry for the late introduction.” Zarbon held his hand out, and Orion shook it.

“Ah, Zarbon. I don't see you until Wednesday at the latest.” Orion said, flipping through her clipboard, and Zarbon slapped the clipboard out of her hands.

“That's not what I am here for, Cell is very much a competitive bastard, there's a reason he won several HFIL based sports rounds. If anything he sees you as a common enemy, he will win this competition, I don't know why you chose to do this.”

“Probably to shut him up, I want him to know not everyone tolerates megalomaniacs like him.” Orion said.

“Well, I only wish for the best.” Zarbon said, and with a cape flare he left the room. Orion blinked and knew this wasn't over, not even in the slightest.

The moment she got off from work, she opened her HFIL based laptop and opened up Skullshop and began to edit an image of Cell that she found on HFILGram, she began to remove all the spots on his body, and took his head and replaced it with an earlier photo of what he looked like in his first form alongside adding some unflattering texts beside him. She clicked send and uploaded it.

She then opened up Cell's profile and saw the edit he made of her, basically editing her to flatten her... Chest and make her look visibly unappealing he also took the liberty to write “God's Little Failure” on the side, which she didn't react to because she knew Cell was trying to make her mad. So she ignored it. For the time being she decided to take a walk through HFIL and maybe get to know most of the residents here.

She was walking away from her clinic when she was called over by a Pink alien, who was with Zarbon. She arched an eyebrow. She walked over.

“So, you're the gal that Cell edited the image of, hm?” They asked, and Orion looked embarrassed.

“Yes, unfortunately. Hi, I am Orion. Who are you?” Orion asked. 

“Names, Dodoria, it's nice to have at least one more female here.” Dodoria said, shaking Orion's hand. 

Zarbon coughed in his own hand. “Yes, yes. It's great to see someone else here.” 

“Wait, another female? Are you tel—” Orion asked, and Dodoria beams.

Orion was shocked, “You're a female?” She asked and Dodoria nodded. 

“Mhm! Exactly. From one gal to me, you're the only gal that can pull off excessive purple and still look amazing. Us girls have to stick together. Because who knows what else we've got going on? Am I right?” Dodoria asked, and Orion blinked.

“I... Oh, um. Right!” Orion giggles shyly. 

“It's so nice to meet you!” Orion said, and shook Dodoria's hand.

“Likewise, if you need dirt. You know who to holler at.” Dodoria winks, and leaves with Zarbon. Orion's face flushed and she shook her head. She continued walking and heard voices arguing and she went to jog over to potentially break up an ongoing argument. 

“What do you mean, it's closeby? Cooler. it's not even 500 feet on your property!” Snapped a voice.

“Actually. Seigneur Freezer. It's exactly five hundred and one feet on the property according to the measurements made using this ruler.” Said another voice.

“Salza is correct. Your bullshit is currently on my property.” Said another, potentially Cooler's. 

“Oh Phooey! It's not even that close. Okay? Technically speaking you wouldn't even KNOW if it was by your dumb French Metric System!” Snarled another voice.

Before things could escalate Orion walked in and saw... Well she saw a humanized statue of what seemed to be this “Freezer” person on the lawn. Orion took a deep breath. 

“What's going on here?” Orion asked, gaining the attention of the trio.

“Oh, I see we have an intruder. One that smells like... Rejected Divinity? I suppose?” Snarls the white alien lizard.

“Ignore him, your highness. My name is Cooler. This is my second in command, Salza and that disrespectful little runt is Frieza. My non-disciplined younger brother.” Cooler said, and Frieza growled. Salza came up to Orion and took her hand in his and kisses it. 

“Enchanté de vous rencontrer, votre Altesse.” Salza said, and Orion smiled.

”No need to call me by that title. My name is Orion.” She said, and Salza nodded. 

“Right, right can you stop with the pathetic bootlicking? It's getting really gross.” Frieza rolled his eyes, and Cooler scoffed.

“Oh don't be so crude, Frieza. It's not everyday a divine being blesses us with their presence. Especially one as beautiful as ever.” Cooler compliments causing Orion to blush.

“Oh you~” Orion said, embarrassed. 

“Cooler, what's with you being this polite? You are almost never this respectful! You are acting like Father.” Frieza snarls. And Cooler turned his head towards Frieza.

“I am always respectful, you however, are not. You act like a spoiled little brat whenever things go south for you. Also, father put me in charge to watch after you, when you decided it was a great idea to try and prank him.” Cooler said.

Frieza's face turned red. “It was ONLY ONCE and NEVER AGAIN!” Frieza snaps, and Cooler hums. 

“Though, you shouldn't have done it.” Cooler said, and turned to face Orion.

“Apologies for my brother's lack of respect. Miss, might I ask what you are doing here, aren't you supposed to be in the Otherworld?”

“Aha, no. I am a volunteer here, I help the souls with their eternal rest here. I settle disputes, and try to guide them to a better path via redemption. My clinic is just south of here.” Orion explained.

“Oh great,” Frieza began. “A glorified babysitter and a therapist. It's not like we already have two of THOSE!” 

“Frieza, cut that out!” Cooler reprimends. and Frieza grumbles.

“You know what, I am tired of this disgusting mushy crap. I am moving my statue. Right after I called Reccoome to do the heavy lifting.” Frieza storms off.

“Huh, I guess your divine annoyances really drove my brother off.” Cooler said, and turned to face Orion.

“Thanks for settling this. With you around, I think HFIL could be very lively.” Cooler said, leaving and Orion blinked back interested.

Meanwhile, Orion had checked throughout the day on the posts, there were times where Cell's were surpassing hers, and there was time where hers was, but eventually. It was time to see who won. Orion was sitting down with Dodoria and Zarbon at the mess hall.

“So, what are you going to do if you win?” Zarbon asked, carefully poking his plate with a cautious fork.

“I will rub it in his smug perfect face.” Orion said.

“And if he won?” Dodoria asked.

Orion looked at her, and back at the opened laptop. “We'll cross that road when we get there.” She said, entering the passcode to her laptop. She took a deep breath. 

“I'm just saying that even in a Maid's dress you'd probably slay in that look.” Zarbon comments, offhandly. And Orion froze.

“What? I am just saying~” Zarbon said.

“I mean, I can dig her in a maid's dress.” Dodoria thought, and Zarbon rolled his eyes.

“The first thing I say, you have to also chime in...” 

Orion tuned them out and refreshed the page. She saw her post reach around 5 million likes, she smiled. But when she checked Cell's page... 

6 Million likes.

She lost.

For a long time, Orion couldn't understand the concept of losing. As she never really had a reason to fight or compete. In the world of the Kais, you were taught to not meddle in petty or stupid affairs that the Mortals got themselves into. However, when she saw what the result of her failures was, she had no choice but to accept that.

Maybe this is what the Kais told her when she "couldn't be among mortals“? she might've been taking too long with her hands in her face because Dodoria looked over and saw the screen and she gasped.

“Oh, you lost. Like by a couple of likes.” Dodoria said.

“Mmm, I told her, she'd lose.” Zarbon said, inspecting his hands.

“Okay, yeah. Whatever. Whatever. What am I supposed to do? Cell wants me to dress up as a maid and BE HIS SERVANT for a week! I can't do that! This is absolute torture!” Orion groans. And Dodoria thinks.

“I mean you can try and embarrass him in public. He hates Public Displays of Affection and hates being embarrassed. Cell's very obsessed with his reputation. So if you could do that, maybe he'll call it off.” Dodoria suggests.

“Yes, that's a good plan! Thanks Dodoria!” Orion said.

“Anything for a friend!” 

Orion arrived at Cell's townhome he shared with someone. Orion knocked on the door and a spiky haired male answered the phone, he was texting on his phone and he looked up. “Are you one of BoJack's bitches?” He asked. Orion narrowed his eyes.

“No?” Orion said, with offense in her tone.

“Ah, so you're here for Cell. Right, Cell! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE. THERE'S A WOMAN HERE!” The male yelled over his shoulder, and not even a few seconds later, Cell arrived.

“Thanks Raditz, you can fuck off now.” Cell said, and the other male. Presumably Raditz grunted and left. 

“Right, I have nothing else to say. Come in and wear your Maid's outfit, your first job starts now.” 

It took a lot of convincing, but Orion managed to have Cell agree to have her be his maid in public. She mainly had him at the “If I do this, then I can humiliate myself and degrade myself.” part. So he agreed without realizing the setup.

So during one of HFIL's Karaoke Nights, Orion got up and nuzzled Cell who was confused. “Hey, there Master Cell~ Would you like cuddles?”

Cell was flabbergasted. “Hey! I told you to call me, EMPEROR CELL!” Cell snaps.

“Oh, but Master Cell~ You told me to call you that so you can let everyone know your own divinity~ Are you ashamed of it?~” Orion purrs, and by now everyone looks at Cell weirdly.

Cell then abruptly gets up and snarls.

“No, I have had it. That's it. You win! I'd rather have more days of this pathetic therapy session then... then... this!” Cell storms out and everyone begins snickering.

In the midst of all the chaos, Frieza currently had been out back calling Recoome numerous times, when he didn't show up to Karaoke Night. The male acrosian snarls and tries again.

“Come on, answer you brute! I didn't give you a place in my Forces for you to be a lazy sack of—” Frieza began but heard the voices of Goz and Mez, his curiosity was piked when the two were discussing something that seemed to be very private.

“—Yeah, but she's here because King Yemma was told by the Kai's that her infatuation with Mortals was distracting her from her duties. And if we send her back. She'd probably be rewired. We need extra people here, Mez. We are only two ogres with less life experience than most.” Goz said.

Frieza's eyes narrowed as he peaked through the cracked window, they were... Discussing Orion? He started recording the two having the conversation.

“Goz. What if this mess doesn't work? What if she ends up failing us? I mean she already started on day one, I haven't really expected much from an equally unqualified person like her. But I feel as though she's probably gonna fail, and we'd be back to square one." Mez said.

“Mez, her own kind is fed up with her Mortal Fixation that says on her file that it's a Fetish!” Goz said, and that made Frieza gasp audibly.

“A FETISH!?” He shouts, but then covers his mouth and ends the recording before ducking down. 

Mez and Goz looked around before seeing the window. When they saw nothing they scratched their heads.

“What was that?” Mez asked. 

“I don't know, it must have been some random hellbird.” Goz said, closing the window. After a few minutes, Frieza pulled out his phone and replayed the clip of Goz's words.

His smile turned into a feral grin. What he had was the key to controlling the new therapist. Material that she probably finds very embarrassing or downright disgusting.

In fact, this is the real reason why she is no longer a Kai. Because of this one little thing.

“You have no idea the hellstorm you just unleashed, Goz and Mez. No idea...” Frieza laughs maniacally as the distant sounds fade in the background.

No one messes with Lord Frieza, especially not some random deity who pretends to be a therapist. She'll sooner find her place than ever disrespect Lord Frieza ever.

[megamattzx]

One of the hardest parts of A Light in The Darkest of Tunnels I had to write so far.

Probably going to be riding a lot more heart wrenching stuff at times.

Another one was definitely the letter too......

#GoChi #Goku #ChiChi

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45322336/chapters/114026995

[kasarawolf]

Felt art block trying to grab hold today when trying to draw comic pages, so to cure it, character design XD

Leaning on either calling him Subaru or Honda. He is a Detective in my Dragon Ball story. The OG design was made 4 years ago and was not being used ^^