#yamcha appreciation

[fabuloustrash05]

In original Dragon Ball, Yamcha tells Goku that Bulma is “hard to handle”, presumably due to her feistiness and strong willed personality.

In Dragon Ball Super, Vegeta tells Goku that Bulma’s feistiness and strong willed personality is what he finds the most attractive about her.

[grimmcheems]

More of the 🌋prince AU

I originally had a completely different idea for this mini comic but could not get it the way I planned and put this together instead. I’m going to make some more mini comics for this au as well as for my other db aus.

There’s not a lot to go off of or gather from this one but just know that Yamcha’s regrets towards never coming forward to Chichi about being related has little to do with his involvement with her newly made family, and more with how he projects how things could’ve been for him under better circumstances.

This far into the au Yamcha perceives himself as a fuck up and his on and off relationship with Bulma amplifies it to an extent. Maybe Goku even projects how he would’ve wanted Raditz to be like onto Yamcha but we’re not gonna get into that rn🗿👀👩🏽‍🦯idk maybe Yamcha is jealous of Gohan for having such loving and understanding parents and unintentionally brings him down bc of his own insecurities. (LET ME OUT)

These two were heavily underutilized and I wish their characters were handled better or had more involvement in the plot of the show. I’ll try to make better mini comics bc I’m so bad at it lmao😭💀

[mr-orion]

Yamcha is my favorite dbz character. Maybe it's because we have a lot of things in common.

He was always described as being gorgeous . I heard Toriyama based him on a suave pretty boy he worked with and didn't like XD that would explain why he gets so many fucking L's

[whimsical-westbrook]

Oh yeah? You're not the boss of me!

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[Image ID: A photo from the side of Lily, holding a battery in her paws. Her mouth is open, such that it appears she's about to put it in her mouth. Alamos' skyline is in the background.]

Look, I'll be fine! Nothing could possibly-

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[Image ID: A photo from above at an angle of Lily, now laying on the Alamos Garden's pathway in a perfect Yamcha pose. The phone's built-in image-editing software has been used to draw crude yellow lines and grey squiggles. It's possible Lily meant for these to look like electrical bolts and smoke, but her drawing skills are rather poor.]

Bleehhhhhhh...

Everyone stop putting batteries in their mouths.

[ladybbg]

Can we please appreciate this underrated moment where Papa/Uncle Goku holds baby Bulla?

He’s literally between the two guys who make her cry.

When Goku holds her, she immediately stops crying, but when he’s about to hand her over to Yamcha, she’s clearly not too thrilled about it.

Bulla be like: "Satan I hate you. Goku? I might like you. No, please don't give me to that Yamcha guy. Hate him too."

ALSO, OMG, Bulma and Chi-Chi's looks at Goku. I LOVE THEM. They are so happy and proud!

And we all know Vegeta in the background is so happy inside his bro is holding her daughter!

[yuriithink]

Dragon ball swap au??

I’ve been thinking of an au for dragon ball, a swap au.. usually people do Goku and vegeta.. but what if it was An earthling Goku and Saiyan chi chi?? ^-^ here’s my list of swaps! (Question marks are ones subject to change or idk what I’m doing)

Goku -> Chi Chi (Saiyan Chichi lol)

Vegeta -> Bulma (Saiyan Bulma… hmm..)

Krillin -> Android 18

Gohan -> Goten(girlhan… 1/29/25)

Trunks -> Bra (1/29/25

Piccolo -> Kami?? (“But they’re the same person! I KNOW.)

Yamcha -> Tien

Puar -> Chiaotzu

Frieza -> Cooler (yes he’s canon here )

Dende -> Nail! (Added as of 1/3/25)

Tights -> Tarble (changed 1/29/25

Master Roshi -> Fortune Teller Baba (1/29/25)

That’s all I have for now, will probably be updating this post with more ideas as I go on , dragon ball would probably play out the same but instead of chi chi and the ox king and Goku, with Radtiz and Bardock on fire mountain I wonder what vegeta would look like? If you have any swaps for the au, leave a suggestion those are appreciated A LOT.

[catscidr]

Hallo... can I get some fluff for akademiya dottore where he, fem!reader, and a couple others are on an expedition and eventually dottore finds himself falling for reader cuz they share like all the same interests... 😊 eventually he confesses to reader and reader accepts happily. smiles :)

i. note — if akademiya dottore has ten lovers, i am one of them. if akademiya dottore has one lover, that's me. if akademiya dottore has zero lovers, i am dead. (๑•̀ㅂ•́)ง✧ also i meant to finish this like a week ago but shit happened n then i was bleeding in yamcha pose™ in my bed........ My Apologies ii. includes — akademiya era dottore (zandik), fem!reader and a very special friend :) iii. warnings — nothing but friendly banter and tooth rotting fluff amen. also not proofread we die like [redacted] iv. wc — 3,2k -> also on ao3 if u prefer to read fics there

You wish you had slammed your door shut the second you saw who was on the other side earlier today. Instead of having a relaxing, free day, you were out on a hike with people whom you were acquainted with at best and with one of the biggest enigmas in the Akademiya, Zandik. If it wasn’t for your curiosity and deep yearning for an answer as to why he sought you out specifically to go out on an expedition, you wouldn’t have accepted— but alas. Here you were, sweating your body mass away in the humid, sticky weather of Sumeru. 

The group only got to the other side of the bridge leading out of the city, right after passing through an old tree trunk serving as a makeshift overpass, when you had to take a break. It wasn’t your fault you weren’t used to walking for long periods of time; being a Rtawahist student meant you didn’t need to go outside of the city as much as other darshans. You weren’t the only one that held that sentiment though, so you all (thankfully) took a brief moment of respite before heading on. 

You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t enjoy the scenery at least a little bit. Even though your arm was starting to get sore from shielding your eyes from the bright sun, the flora almost made it worth it. The air felt crisp on your skin and in your lungs, the distant sound of a flowing waterfall was washing away the tension in your shoulders, and you started to think that maybe you should spend more time outside. Watching the water near the mystic domain in the area of Chatrakam Cave, you start to ponder if it would be worth it to go for a dip to cool off while everyone else discusses where to go next... 

“Hey.” 

An impatient voice rips a yelp out of you, pulling you right out of your daydreams. Minty hair obscures the sun, giving your arm a much-appreciated break from shielding your eyes. “We have places to be, you know. Are you ready to go or do I have to leave you out here for eremites to rob you?” 

Blinking away the initial shock, you scoff at your schoolmate’s bluntness and drag yourself up to your feet. “And you wonder why you don’t have any friends,” you huff under your breath, patting away any dirt that had stuck to your uniform. Zandik rolls his eyes and frowns, sharp canines looking more akin to a puppy’s maw than a shark’s. “I don’t wonder why I don’t have any friends, mind you. I already know why I don’t have any,” he retorts, turning away from you to walk away. You grumble ‘sure you do’ quietly under your breath before catching up to him, glancing at the others in your group. “Guys, wait for us!” 

You watch them begin to walk along the left side of the intersection and go to follow them before the aforementioned boy grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. “Where do you think you’re going? You’re supposed to follow me. Or did you forget who invited you in the first place?” Yeesh, talk about a short fuse. Being (mostly) used to his sharp remarks, you manage to push down the urge to bite the bait he had laid out for you. “I mean, it’s not like you told me where we would be going or why I’m here. Besides, aren’t we supposed to stay grouped up? Professors have always warned us about Rishboland Tigers roaming outside the-” Zandik cut you off by tugging you towards him, away from the group of students. 

“The stuff I need is over this way,” he said quietly. Irritation seeped through his pores, though for what reason you didn’t know. Wriggling your wrist out of his (lax) grip, you pick up your pace just enough to catch up to his long legs. The cliff to your left provided some nice shade, but the more he led the way the more he picked up the pace. You didn’t even have time to ask about your schoolmates— though it seemed like they were fine with you two splitting up from the group, anyways. 

“Stop going so fast! Hey- what's up with you all of the sudden?!” 

You place a hand on his shoulder in a poor attempt to stop his run for answers. Zandik shushes you with a harsh glare and his index to his mouth, earning himself a baffled expression from you. “What is your problem today?” you hiss, voice quieter than before. Too busy glaring holes into the back of his head, you fail to see the focused and starry eyes your friend had as he looked ahead. He stops walking abruptly, making you bump into him with an elegant ow fuck! Your face had met his nape, minty hair tickling your forehead as you step back to rub the ache away from your nose. 

“I don’t feel like playing charades, Zandik. Seriously, what’s up with y-” he hushes you with a hand motion, frustration boiling in your gut. Ready to give him a piece of your mind, you step to the side to stand next to him; what you didn’t expect to see a few feet in front of him were sentient mushrooms— fungi, hopping and playing around a cluster of ores. 

“...they look like matsutake,” you whisper, glancing at Zandik to catch a glimpse of his face. He crouches down and you follow suit, silently observing the fungi alongside him. There were three in total; they all seemed to be standing still, occasionally... wriggling in place, a dim green light emanating from their thick stems. “Are they feeding on the iron?” you murmur, dumbfounded. Since when did mushrooms eat rocks? 

“They’re absorbing nutrients from the ground. It just so happens that there are an abundance of it around ore clusters,” Zandik explained, the lack of condescension in his tone puzzling you. “How do you know that? You’re not an Amurta student.” Though you couldn’t deny that seeing the fungi in their natural habitat was captivating, even if they were still just living mushrooms. 

The boy exhales sharply, “I don’t care for the fungi themselves. It’s because—” leaves rustle, making him pause his sentence to look around, checking if anyone was listening. When the coast is clear he continues, “they’re... related to ley lines.” You peel your gaze away from the sentient vegetables to look at your friend with a look that clearly displayed your confusion. As the cogs turned in your brain though, you start to piece things together and come up to your own hypothesis about his claim. 

“That makes... sense. They’re part of the forest, so it would make sense if they were extensions of ley lines since they’re kind of like roots...” you mutter your train of thoughts out loud, grabbing a stray stick to draw on the ground. Your sketch was... lackluster, but it got the point across. “Trees are rooted to the ground, and mushrooms grow on trees or around them—” you point at the messy “drawing” of a fungi you just made, “but if they gain some elemental energy from nearby ley lines, then they’ll become sentient!” 

As you exclaim your new discovery, your eyes meet Zandik’s carmine ones— and your face flushes once you realize he had been staring at you this whole time. A choked noise of surprise rips itself out of your throat, the noise startling the fungi nearby, making them scurry away further along the dirt path. He smacks your head, “I told you to be quiet!” 

You don’t have time to protest because a horde of fungi run up to you— so many of them that you couldn’t even take the time to count. A string of curses fly out of Zandik’s mouth, and as he scrambles to get up, he grabs your wrist, pulling you up to your feet to run. “They look harmless, but they can seriously injure you if they’re in a group— book it!” he shouts, jumping up on a moss-covered rock, climbing up on the hill going around the path blocked off by the fungi. He helps you up quickly and you both make a dash for it, in the hopes that they’ll stop coming after you. 

You’re grateful that the sun had started to set before you and Zandik got ambushed, at the very least. The sky had turned a beautiful shade of indigo, orange and pink dotting the horizon and the clouds above. Without the sun sapping away at your energy you were able to get away scot-free and enjoy a breathtaking sunset; you hadn’t even noticed that Zandik was leading you somewhere, too engrossed in the familiar sight of the sky you had gazed into so many times. 

“Look over there,” he places a hand on your shoulder to grab your attention and you look as he points to a small group of fungi. Their shape looked more like drills than mushrooms, and they definitely lacked the “natural” camouflage that their other skin had, since they were white and periwinkle, and not dirt brown. A quiet woah leaves you as you look at them, brain working overtime once again. Zandik walks with you, slowly, away from the fungi before you can get attacked again. 

You begin to ramble about your theories to Zandik when you’re both far enough from the living vegetables, making grand, expressive gestures with your hands to emphasize your thoughts. The sound of your shoes crunching the grass beneath your feet, crickets chirping and the gentle evening breeze rustling the verdure around sound distant compared to the sound of your voice enthusiastically talking about the creatures you encountered. He absentmindedly scolds himself, wishing he had dragged you out of your dorm room earlier. 

“Nara Zandik!” a voice says from behind him. 

“Fucking Archons-” his head whips around to gawk at the culprit; a small, cyan colored mushroom creature. Completely oblivious to the newcomer, you halt your steps to look at Zandik’s mortified expression. “Why’d you stop?” 

The boy’s attention is torn between you and Ararycan, head spinning. Based on your reaction (or lack thereof), you couldn’t see it; which brought up the question. Should he tell you the truth— that there’s currently a “friendly” sentient mushroom right beside you, or should he lie through his teeth and say- 

“N-Nothing. Just keep going, I’ll catch up. I have, uh... a stomachache.” 

Zandik has never been a good liar, but deciding to spare him the embarrassment, you nod. “Alright. Shout if you need me!” You walk off, looking over the hill to admire the large trees below, more akin to giant lotus plant leaves than actual trees. Your form retreats far enough that Zandik’s sure you won’t hear him if he whispers. 

He looks down at the aranara, panicked red eyes meeting oblivious, beady black orbs and a smile that never faltered. “Why did you show up now?” Ararycan dismissed the harsh tone in which the boy spoke (or didn’t understand it); it didn’t care either way. The creature brimmed with optimism. “Nara Zandik should say what’s on his mind!” it says, little arms waving up and down. “The forest is happy, iron chunks are asleep, and the sky is bright! Why is Nara Zandik scared?” 

His brows furrow, lips curling into a pout as he murmurs, “I’m not scared.” The aranara blinks at him, still smiling- waiting. “I’m not,” he repeats, “it’s just... argh, what do I do? Why is my head so...” “Fuzzy?” Ararycan finishes, tilting its bulbous head to the side, the leaves on its head flopping over. Zandik grumbles, hands coming up to cover his face 

“Is the strange Nara nice?” it asks curiously, turning to look at your figure sitting on the hill a few meters away. You lean over carefully, observing the signs of life below; lanterns made from sticks and leaves, dirt paths separating in a multitude of directions and a small, round house with large leaves serving as a roof. Why you had never seen anything like this was a mystery to you, but you figured you’d just pester Zandik about it later since he was the one to bring you here. 

Zandik looks back down at his friend, his expression having softened from just a few moments ago. “Yeah. That’s why I’m being... stupid. What do I say?” 

Ararycan uses its tiny legs to turn back to look at the flustered boy, black eyes focused on scanning his face. “Talk to her about the sky!” it finally says enthusiastically, walking away before the boy can get a word in. “Hey-!” Little noises echo in the same rhythm as its footsteps, but right as Zandik turns around to ask something, the creature jumps up and disappears into the ground. A frustrated groan leaves Zandik’s gritted teeth, having resigned himself to the “advice” the aranara gave him. 

You hear light footsteps behind you, drowning out the noise of your thoughts as you look back to see Zandik grimacing at you. Or not— his eyes weren’t focused on you, but you happened to be in his line of sight, which made it look like he was judging you heavily. Giggling at him, you pat the grass next to you and shuffle away to give him some space. 

“Feeling better?” He remembers the excuse he gave you and cringes internally as he sits down, body stiff and awkward. “Yeah. Sure. Listen, uh...” Zandik trails off, losing his words. He sheepishly fiddles with the scarf draped over his shoulders, ears reddening the longer he stalls. You nudge his side with your elbow, “Did your stomachache affect your cognitive functions or something?” 

The comment slides off of him as if it were water and he was made up of extra virgin olive oil. What did Ararycan say? Talk about the sky... 

“Hey, can’t you see the stars clearly from here?” he manages to say, glancing up to look at the streaks of white in the welkin. You follow suit, mouth agape when you realize that you can, and the sky is so clear that you can see smudges of different colors in the sky. The navy backdrop was covered in soft shades of purple and blue, stars glistening so softly it was as if someone had gently and strategically placed them there. 

“Woah...” you whisper, your eyes sparkling just as brightly as the constellations. You point out the ones you recognize, eager to talk about your field of expertise. "This one right there is called Leptailurus Cervarius, it looks like a cat!” He leans over to look at where you pointed at and there it was, a small cluster of six stars. He couldn’t say that he saw the cat you spoke of, but he didn’t want to bum you out either. 

“It looks like it’s jumping,” he mutters. You turn to face him with a smile on your face, one that rivaled the brightness of the stars above your heads. He thought his heart would jump out of his chest and into your lap— but even then, he didn’t particularly mind if it did. “It is!” You nod quickly, pointing out more constellations with names he wasn’t even sure he would remember the next day. But he wanted to know more, to listen to you talk about the galaxy so much that he could be a Rtawahist student, too. 

You soon begin to grow drowsy, having spent most of your energy talking Zandik’s ear off (not to mention the sprint from earlier). As you wobble, struggling to hold yourself up, Zandik gently takes ahold of your head and places it on his shoulder. The fabric of his uniform felt comfortable, earning him a small smile from you. His mind drifts away for a moment— his heart clenched in his chest as he thought back to all the time he spent with you. 

From your roaring arguments about trivial matters to info dumping on each other, Zandik couldn’t help but wish you’d make more memories with him. Maybe it was selfish, but he didn’t like picturing someone else leaning their shoulder for you to doze off on. If he could be your pillow forever, he would take up the job in a heartbeat. 

...What? 

You jolt awake, surprised by Zandik’s sudden movement. He straightened his back, clearing his throat awkwardly. Thankfully there were any creatures around, or else you two would have gotten mauled already. 

“We should get back.” The suggestion draws a groan out of you as you stretch your arms over your head, flopping back onto the grass. It was slightly cold and soft enough to relax your limbs once again, sleep pawing at you desperately, “It’s nice here though.” 

Zandik pushes away whatever indecent thought had begun to brew in his head from seeing you laid on your back next to him. He carefully grabs the hem of your skirt and brings it down to cover your legs as he speaks, “You’ll catch a cold. Come on, we have to go.” 

You blow a raspberry at him, turning away. “Maybe you will but I won’t. I’m strong, I can easily fight off a measly cold,” and you flex an arm to prove your point. It doesn’t convince him in the slightest, and he pulls you up to your feet with him. You decide not to point out the way he struggled ever so slightly— he definitely wasn’t hiding any beefy muscles under his uniform. 

“Okay fine we’re going,” you huff while dusting off your skirt, “but you owe me!” 

“Owe you what? I’m not the bad guy here.” 

“Uh... a drink. You’re paying for my caffeine next time we go out,” you say, and Zandik rolls his eyes. Very typical of an Akademiya student. 

“Fine. It’s a date.” 

You nod quickly, eager to get a tasty drink and to save a handful of mora the next time you go out. Of course it’s not like drinks were that expensive in Sumeru, but it feels nice to be treated every once in a while- 

“A date?!” 

Some birds fly away in fear from the sheer shock your voice carried out. You gape at Zandik, cheeks flushed brightly and eyes wide like saucers. “Yeah. A date,” he repeats nonchalantly, a stark contrast from the way he was acting just shy of an hour ago. Gone was the nervous wreck that was Zandik. 

“If you don’t want a free drink, you can always refuse,” he teases, nudging you with his elbow in the same way you did with him when you were sitting on the hill overseeing the lotus leaf trees. You scoff, then shake your head, and scoff again in pure disbelief. You were stunned; dumbfounded, even. But the idea of a date didn’t sound as unappealing as you made it out to be. 

You glance away from him and mumble your answer. “What was that? I didn’t hear y-” 

“Fine, it’s a date!” 

He looks at you with a boyish grin, making your heart skip a beat. Was he always this handsome? The moonlight made his hair look ethereal, glowing almost pure white where the light shone directly on it. And his eyes— they looked irresistible. Crimson red orbs appearing to have more of a pink hue to them, though you weren’t sure if that was just your imagination. 

Zandik grabs ahold of your hand and matches his steps with yours as you make your way down the hill, back to where you found the familiar dirt path you had walked on when the sun still shone brightly in the sky. As you get closer to flat ground you notice a small horde of mushroom-shaped... mushrooms, and get hit by a wave of déjà-vu. Although asleep, the fungi were blocking the path back. 

“...How are we supposed to get back?” 

[cockodemon]

I appreciate that Yamcha is wearing booty shorts through this entire story arc so far

[sugarbear2001]

We are leaving Yamcha hate in 2024. Hearing the same slanderous decades long talking points about him being an alleged cheater and the weakest/worst Dragon Ball character is so tiring. In 2025 we will be appreciating him for the great character that he is. 

[small-screen-superman]

Made a transparent chibi Yamcha flipping you off based on this. Feel free to use for whatever! (Credit appreciated but unnecessary - I did have to put in some effort to extract him, but nothing too crazy.)

I'd like to extract the other guys who are flipping the bird, but I think Krillin is the only one that would really work. Might try that if I don't get too lazy.

Here are some memes, use them if you like xD

Another possible use case (don't take too seriously plz, I'm just messin' around):

[hiro-doodlez]

I KNOW I DID THIS LIKE A MONTH AGO BUT I NEED IT AGAIN!!

LETS SAY YOU WERE AT A CON AND WERE PRESENTED WITH THESE KEYCHAINS : (imagine Luffy and ENA are finished)

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!! just trying to figure out which designs i should get more up for this con coming up lmao

I COULDNT ADD ALL THE PHOTOS IM SORRY

[lovestruck-lamb]

💌 Smidge | Fran 💌 She/Her 💌 Adult 💌

🌸 Hi welcome to my selfship blog!! My main blog is @asmidge but I wanted to contain all my sillyposting here. This is a side blog so I interact from my main!

🌸 My main f/o atm is Strait McCool from Fugget About It!! I love his silly ass so much I am so fixated on him rn <3

🌸 My other main f/os are Toki Wartooth from Metalocalypse and Yamcha from Dragon Ball! They’re both very important to me even if I’m not always fixated on them <3

🌸 I also poly ship myself with Jay & Silent Bob from the View Askewniverse! My two boyfriends, and yes, they smoke weed <3

🌸 I’m completely fine with sharing any of my f/os the more the merrier!

🌸 I’m an artist!! You can look at my art here!

🌸 I’d appreciate it if you didn’t interact if you support minor/adult or incest ships

🌸 I’m shy but I’d love to meet more people in the community, especially if you ship from the same sources as me! :)

okay I think that’s all. thanks for checking out my blog ✌️

[sundove88]

DBZ: Waves of Freedom Chapter 4: Out of The Cage

At those very words, Goku perked up. Never had anyone requested they be transformed into a merperson, until now. Vegeta’s sentence immediately became clear- he had wanted to leave behind his life on land in favor of a life beneath the ocean waves. “Of course, best buddy. I’ll gladly do that, but we have to do it step by step- this is a big step, and you can’t rush it!”, Goku replied enthusiastically. “Then what do we do, Kakarot? Because I really do want to become a merman and stay with you.”, Vegeta asked as he looked down at his human legs sorrowfully, knowing that they’d merge into a merman tail when the time was right. “How about we discuss a plan to ensure you have everything you need?”, Goku asked. Vegeta nodded. “I’ve decided that I want to leave Empire Oil Drilling Corps- but if Frieza finds out, I’ll never get the chance to stay with you.”, he said. “Then why don’t you write a resignation letter? I’ll get something to help with your transformation. We meet back here tomorrow.”, said Goku as he splashed back into the water gracefully. Vegeta nodded, and both boys immediately began to plan.

Inside his apartment, Vegeta immediately began writing down his resignation letter, wanting nothing more than to let Frieza know he was leaving his oppressive company once and for all. Taking out a piece of paper and a pencil, he wrote down with all of his heart and soul, putting strong emotions into every word he wrote down, which then resulted in a letter that would surely get the attention of Frieza:

To: Lord Frieza, CEO of Empire Oil Drilling Corps

Subject: Resignation

Dear Lord Frieza,

After much contemplation, I have decided to resign from my position effective immediately. While I appreciate the opportunities I have had at Empire Oil Drilling Corps, I can no longer ignore the call for a life beyond these walls. This company, which once seemed to promise greatness, has become a gilded cage, suffocating my spirit and stifling my true potential.

I need to find my own path, one that allows me the freedom to breathe and live fully. This is not a decision made lightly, but it is one I must make for my own well-being.

I am somewhere you can never reach me and never will.

Thank you for your understanding.

Sincerely,

Vegeta

Vegeta let out one massive sigh of relief as he placed the letter in an envelope and began to pack the shell collection that he had made himself- and amongst those shells and sand dollars were the bracelet Goku had given him and the abalone that his father gave him. And he even added a few if not all of the pictures of his parents, his Agate Mermaid, and some other important mementos. This is it. The start of a new life. He thought as he placed the lid on the box containing his shell collection, pictures of his parents, other mementos, the bracelet Goku gave him, and a few other trinkets, including the Agate Mermaid he genuinely treasured, he immediately snuck down to the beach under the cover of night and waited for one of the other merfolk he had met to arrive. At once, Piccolo and Yamcha immediately came to the surface and took the box. “We’ll keep this safe until you arrive in Atlantis.”, the octopus merman replied as a third merman, Master Roshi (A common dolphin merman) surfaced and ensured Vegeta everything would be fine. “Don’t worry. You have us to help.”, replied Launch, a spunky marlin mermaid as she surfaced alongside the others. Krillin and his daughter Marron, a young seahorse mermaid, also surfaced. As Vegeta watched Piccolo, Launch, and Roshi’s fins and Yamcha’s tentacles disappear beneath the surface, he felt like everything was going as it should’ve. “Hope to see you in Atlantis, bud!”, Krillin replied as he and Marron disappeared beneath the waves.

At the same time, Goku and his family swam across Atlantis all the way to the Upper Terraces of the metropolis known as Chalchiuhtlicue’s Falls, with cascading waterfalls and beautiful coral formations, and colorful fish went and came as they pleased, which was also where Bulma and Trunks resided. As they made their way there, jellyfish lit the way until they came to the door of the glamorous residence the innovative siren called home. “Bulma, I kinda need to talk to you. I wanna change Vegeta into a merman, and from what he’s told me, I think he knows what he’s getting into.”, he said as Bulma perked up from a project she was doing and swam over to her friend, while her son was stroking a gentle coelacanth. “Well, at least he knows how big of a change it is, but follow me.”, Bulma replied, swimming over to a case filled with seashells that looked like they were made from precious stones, her long blue hair floating in the water. She opened the case and pulled out a scallop shell made out of sapphire. “This is a Crystal Shell- it’s the only thing capable of turning him into a permanent merman, but his fins and freedom come at a massive cost: His life on land and any connections he’s made with land dwellers.”, Bulma explained sternly as she placed the shell into Goku’s hands. “So in short, he’s able to shapeshift as well, he can never be a true human again, and his heart will always belong to the ocean.”, Goku said as he placed the shell in a pouch and tied it shut. “Yes, yes, and yes. He can shapeshift to walk on land, but no matter what form he takes, whether it be human or merman, he will always answer the call of the ocean.”, Bulma said. “Thanks, Bulma. I’ll ensure he knows that information.”, Goku replied as he and his family swam back to Mazu’s Harbor to get some rest and prepare for the upcoming day.

The next morning, Vegeta woke up stronger than ever, knowing that this was his only chance to get out of the life he loathed and to resign from the company he had spent long hours at. Taking one last look at his apartment, he immediately made his way through the hallways with his resignation letter in hand, telling the landlord who ran the apartment that he was never coming back and was ready to take the next big step for himself. But before he made his way to Empire Oil Drilling Corps, he stopped by the water to explain to Goku that everything was going as it should. “Vegeta, you’re doing amazing. You’re almost there to your new life,” Goku said as he took out the crystal shell from the satchel. “What’s that? Is it some artifact, Kakarot?”, asked Vegeta as he sat down on the rocks. “Mhm. It’ll turn you into a permanent merman, so you never have to come back to a life that made you feel captive.”, the citrus tailed merman replied as he began to explain more. “I-I’ve made up my mind already. Is there anything else I should know?”, Vegeta questioned. “Well, there’s a price for your transformation, and that’s not your voice.”, said Goku. “Then what is it?”, the soon to be merman asked. “It’s your life on land,” the merman said.

Vegeta pretended to be shook, but he had made up his mind already. “My life on land? Well, the land holds nothing for me anymore anyway.”; replied Vegeta solemnly, clutching the resignation letter. “And also, you have to sever any connections for your own good. But then again, you didn’t have any good connections with your coworkers, didn’t you?”, he asked. “I never had, but I’ve got some amazing friends thanks to you.”, Vegeta said. “Ok. And once you’ve transformed, there’s no turning back into a human again. But then again, you have us, so there’s that- and you can shapeshift.”, Goku explained. “I’m ready to become a merman, no matter the cost.”, Vegeta replied as he felt the cooling Seabreeze against his face. “I’m glad you’re ready. Now go deliver that resignation letter, and we’ll head somewhere you can be transformed!”, Goku replied happily as Vegeta nodded and stood up, ready to deliver the resignation letter.

It would only be a matter of time before he would no longer be a true human.

[yamcha-and-puar]

I made a discord server!

Want to join a little community of dragonball fans who actually like yamcha? Then look no further than

The Yamcha appreciation server

https://discord.gg/tfdvwNcc

You dont HAVE to be a die hard Yancha fan to join. Its small for now, people have joined, but we've been talking a bit and it's been quite fun!

[nightmareb1tch]

Hear me out Dbz-Dbs ideas

A animatic of "Hold Them Down" from Epic, but with Whis as Telemachus, and The Grand Priest as Penelope, Who is Antinous? Who is Odysseus? You decide. Also, you could do this with Whis as Penelope and Beerus as Odysseus. With Vegeta and/or Goku as Telemachus. Just someone make a Dbz Animatic with an Epic the Musical song

Biromantic Asexual Android 17 who's stance on sexual relashionships isn't just "Nope"? Also maybe a queer platonic relationship with his Wife? (Coming from a Biromantic Asexual)

Whis immortal angst where he outlives Beerus?

Angeldust from Hazbin Hotel and Whis as a rare pair? I just think they'd be cute.... (I'm a multishipper)

Since Chi-Chi is obviously toxic towards Goku and her family, causing stress on herself, a divorce fic where Chi-Chi learns something and both have a happy ending?

Stop shipping 17 and 18.... Just a suggestion.

A fanfic that focuses on different realities outside of the DBZ universe and how the DBZ characters would interact with other shows and movies.

Stop with the overloaded power scales and "Goku can beat everyone!" no one cares....

Stop the Homo and Biphobia in the fandom, I'm sick of hearing, "Goku is straight because he has a wife!" like, do other sexualities exist besides Gay and Straight? and thinking some of the main characters might be a part of the Lgbtq community is not far fetched, do you really think in a world of Aliens, Gods, and Androids that people care who you love or fuck?

Adding more to a character's backstory? I want to see your ideas about where these characters came from.

An explaination on how 18 and Krillian became a healthy couple, cause seriously, dude fell in love after one kiss!

Bulma....Just....Bulma. Also 18....

Mary Poppins Au? I just thought of it....

Tien X Yamcha fluff?

The Angels being actual siblings? Same with the Androids and literally any siblings Toriyama wrote.

People admiting that Toriyama could not write romance and family relationships.

Videl actually keeps her badass additude from when she first met Gohan, I want more Videl appreciation.

The Wives being protective. I want a Girlboss x Malewife dynamic where both of them are bosses.

Another rare pair.... Stella from Hazbin Hotel x Chi-Chi, toxic Yuri!

More Vines of the Angels from Dragon Ball Super, I don't care what you say, they were the true main characters of the show.

Maybe a backstory on how the DBZ reality was created... I already have a few ideas...

Some DBZ ships being edited to Bruno Is Orange, Misery Buisness by Paramore, Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy, Perfect by Ed Sheeron, and A girl like me by flowerovlove.

Angst edits of the characters. Aknowledging the character's trauma (Ahem, Android 17 and 18, ahem!)

Whis and The Grand Priest being father and son?

[persepor]

Reblog this if you love Tien Shinhan

Cause he doesn't get enough appreciation in the fandom, and is one of the forgotten characters (like my boi Yamcha)