#I didn't edit this and i Dont care enough to good luck

[effervescentdragon]

akira, my most beloved, can I ask for some schuclerc, I dont care how or what jus them. we need more. we deserve more.

hi kyle i love you for this 😘 @princemick

"I need to see Mick's," Charles says and blushes instantly, and hopes that whoever edits this video is going to cut it immediately, before the internet gets ideas and develops theories and whatnot.

He doesn't think he'll be that lucky.

*

It's not - it's nothing special. Not really. It's just this - it's just a thing Charles and Mick have been doing for - well, for some years, ever since they were both in FDA and Prema. Not that there is that much difference between the two, he thinks a bit unkindly, and makes himself concentrate on his drawing.

The fact is, years ago, Charles and Mick were sat next to each other at some function. They were both very young, and they were racing in different series, and they didn't have much in common, except that they did.

Charles was the one who stepped in for someone who didn't have the chance to show what he's made of, and Mick was a Schumacher. Everyone knew who they were. (Everyone knew who they weren't.) Mick was painfully shy, and Charles was too, but they weren't afforded the privilege of being who they were. Endless people, endless handshakes, endless smiling at endless faces which blurred together in the end, all in the hopes of one day acquiring enough clout to race with the best of the best.

Their dream was always the same, and that is what mattered the most.

"What are you doing," Mick whispered to him, leaning closer. His English was less accented than Charles' was, and Charles wished he'd spoken in Italian, so that he wouldn't feel so off-kilter and incompetent. Then again, Mick's Italian was probably also better than Charles'.

He looked down at the napkin on the table. Someone was speaking on the stage, and he'd doodled a sketch of the person, not a really good one in all honesty, but close enough to the likeness to be recognizable.

"Oh, I-I do that sometimes." He scrambled to cover the napkin. "I'm not very good."

Mick's hand covered his, with the pen and the napkin between them, all scrunched up. Charles could feel his cheeks heat, because Mick's eyes were very close, and very, very blue.

"Better than me," Mick said, and smiled, and Charles swallowed around the lump in his throat that manifested suddenly, and then someone interrupted them and they had to go on stage, and Charles had forgotten all about the doodle. (He didn't forget about the heat of Mick's hand on his.)

So he'd forgotten all about it, until he got a text message from Mick some weeks later with a picture attachment. It was the first and only message in their text thread. (It won't be the last; not at all.)

The message was a picture of a crumpled napkin paper in a gloved hand, and Charles recognized the drawing he made at the gala. The text underneath just said 'Won the race in Italy with this in my pocket. I think it may be my lucky charm :)', and Charles felt his cheeks heat up. Mick must've saved the drawing, taking it in the confusion of the gala. Charles didn't know why he did it, and he didn't dare fantasize about, well. Never mind, really. So he just sent his congratulations and some smileys.

The issue was, he couldn't forget it. So the next time he knew he was going to see Mick, he took a piece of paper with him, folded six times, and when they were left alone, he thrust it into Mick's hand despite the fire in his cheeks and stammered "For more wins". Mick took the paper with a quiet Thank you which sounded both rehearsed and surprised, but didn't have time to look at it until later that night, when Charles got another picture message.

It was a selfie of Mick, grin wide as he held the drawing next to his face, the caricature of Mick on the top step of the podium clearly visible. The caption read 'This is amazing, thank you so much!! 🤞i'll try to repay the luck :)', and Charles took a deep breath and sent a blushing emoji, and then they just - never stopped talking?

The next time Charles won, Mick texted him congratulations and a drawing of a cheering stick figure with a badly drawn helmet with the Monegasque flag on it, and Charles sent '😻 I want it!!!', and then Mick gave the upgraded version of that drawing to him the next time they were in Prema together, and his cheeks were as red as his hat, and Charles smiled, and Mick smiled back, and then it went on, through all the years in Prema and FDA and F3 and F2 and Sauber and Ferrari and Haas, the texting and the drawings, which both got more elaborate through the years.

(Charles' favorite drawing he got from Mick was the bouquet of white lillies on a black background from 2019 which he put into a glass case and kept out of sight, because it was beautiful and thoughtful and it hurt. Charles' favourite drawing which he never gave to Mick was also from 2019, and of the two of them, both in bright red with a black-and-yellow horse emblem on their race suits, hugging before a sign that said LEC 1-2 MSC, because he was never going to be that magnanimous. He thinks Mick would understand.)

*

He does the drawing for Grill the Grid and forgets about it, until the video airs months later and his Instagram algorithm decides to show him an edit of Mick drawing a dragon which is followed by an interview Mick did with Seb last year, where Seb says how he'd choose a dragon for Mick's tattoo. He stares at the edit, which plays over and over, and he doesn't - he isn't - he takes a deep breath, but his chest still hurts. It's illogical, and stupid, and he isn't sure what the actual issue is, but the drawing was - it was theirs. His and Mick's. Except, apparently, it wasn't.

Charles throws his phone away, then scrambles back to get it. He opens the video again. He watches it three more times. His chest still feels tight. He doesn't know what to do. He should do nothing.

He sends the video to Mick, then closes his eyes and swears out loud in French.

It takes Mick a minute to respond with '?? I thought it was a good drawing :)'. Charles feels so silly, and so stupid, so he just. Doesn't reply. He makes himself close the message window, and when he sees Mick is typing, he panics and mutes the chat.

His chest feels heavy, but it's fine. It's not like it was something - it was nothing. It is nothing. It's alright. It's all alright.

(He checks the app before he goes to sleep. There are eight new messages from Mick. He doesn't open the chat.)

*

Seb texts him a couple of days later.

From: Seb 🥰

[10:48] Hello Charles. I hope you had a nice break! I feel the need to tell you that for someone extraordinarily smart, you tend to overlook the forrest because of the trees. :-) see you in Spa!

He stares at the message for a long time, because Sebastian Vettel rarely texts, and when he does, he at least makes some sense. This message makes none.

To: Seb 🥰

[11:09] what?? did you hit your head?? did the retirement screw with your mind??

[11:09] i still hate you for that btw 😿

From: Seb 🥰

[11:11] It's 11:11. Make a wish, and it may even come true. :-)

Charles blinks twice, then closes the messaging app and goes back to his workout.

(Whether he makes a wish or not is between him and the universe.)

*

It's always raining in Spa.

Charles is waiting for his turn for the press conference, his mind firmly on the specs and the penalties for the weekend. Lewis is standing next to him, and they've talked a bit, but now they're both scrolling through their phones mindlessly.

"Hey, Kevin."

Charles raises his head instinctively, because he knows - he'd know Mick's voice anywhere. He could recognize it any time, and he looks at the way the team t-shirt fits around his broad shoulders, and the way his face looks tanned, and the way his smile is easy and nice and honest. He doesn't look at Charles, going straight to Kevin, and Charles takes a shaky breath and looks down at his phone.

(The last time he checked, he had seventeen unread messages from Mick.)

He scrolls and scrolls and scrolls, ignoring the world around him pointedly, until he hears Lewis say "Hey Mick, how's it going?" and Mick's reply "It's been better, but I'm not complaining. Hello, Charles."

He raises his head, because to do otherwise would be impolite, and there Mick is, standing before him, broad and tanned, his smile fixed but his eyes anxious.

"Hello," he manages to say. "How are - no, you said that already, sorry," he fumbles with his words, chuckling nervously. Mick ducks his head, biting his lip as he smiles, and Charles thinks Fuck, he is beautiful, fuck, fuck me, fuck.

He chances a look at Lewis, who is looking between them in confusion, before his eyes widen and his face shifts into a neutral expression in the blink of an eye.

Charles can still see the amused glint in his eye when he turns away, shifting so he can give them some privacy.

"Yeah, I'm good. How are, how are you?" Mick asks, and he's still biting his lip, and Charles can feel his palms start to sweat.

"Uh. Good? Okay. Uh, penalties, you know," he says like an idiot, and Mick shuffles. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper, and then he takes a deep breath and raises his head, his face the one of absolute concentration, the one he has before he gets into the car, and he thrusts the paper at Charles.

"You. You dropped this," Mick says, and it's so obviously a lie. Charles reaches for the paper on automatic, and their fingers brush, and he knows they're both red in the face, and then someone yells that it's their turn for the press conference, and Mia is there, and Mick just nods and waves and says "See you later" as Charles is ushered away.

He clutches the paper in his hand tightly until Lewis nudges him gently and says "You may want to put that away, if you don't want to be asked about it".

Charles blushes and murmurs a "Thank you" and puts the paper in his pocket. It weighs on him throughout the whole obligation-packed day, as does Lewis' knowing gaze, and Mick's determined one.

*

He is finally alone in his room. He wastes no time - he pulls the paper from his pocket the moments the door close behind him. His hands only shake a little as he unfolds the meticuously folded paper, careful not to tear it.

It's a drawing. Charles knew it would be a drawing, he just didn't know - he didn't expect -

"Fuck," he says. "Fuck," he says, and then laughs, his heart beating fast.

It's a drawing of the two of them hugging done in black and white, which makes sense, since racing suit color would be a dead giveaway, and Mick was always much more cautious about these things than Charles ever was, or would be. They are stood in front of two cars which look to be the same, the number 47 in P1 and number 16 in P2. The board above the cars says MSC 1 - 2 LEC. They have their helmets on still, but their bodies are close, and they are obviously holding each other. In the lower right corner there is something written.

To Charles, from Mick, August 2022

Sometime soon, hopefully ♡

It's a lovely drawing. It's detailed, and well executed, and it makes Charles' heart skip a beat. He closes his eyes and leans his head against the door, willing himself to calm down. He can't. He pulls out his phone.

To: Seb 🥰

[22:06] i think i know what you were talking about

[22:06] does he really

[22:07] are you sure?

He stares at the drawing until Seb answers.

From: Seb 🥰

[22:13] Hello :-) text him back like an adult maybe, and you'll know.

Charles scrambles to get his notebook from his suitcase. In the back pocket of his notebook there is the drawing he's looking for - the almost same one as Mick drew him, except Charles is in P1, and it's done in colour. He's been bringing it with him ever since he drew it, but he never thiught he'd show it to Mick, except - he has to, now that he's seen this. He unfolds it and takes a picture. The date of the painting is clearly visible. March 22, 2019.

He opens the muted chat, ignoring the unread messages from before, and sends it before he can change his mind.

It only takes Mick a minute to answer. It's the longest minute in Charles' life.

From: Mick 💖

[22:18] you always did reach for the stars without fear :)

[22:18] can i have it?

To: Mick 💖

[22:19] it was a present for your bday

[22:20] im sorry i never gave it to you

[22:20] im sorry

From: Mick 💖

[22:21] it's okay. i know

[22:22] make a wish :)

Charles bites his lip, then mutters "You're not a coward, Leclerc, get it the fuck together" into the empty room.

To: Mick 💖

[22:23] wanna have coffee next week?

The reply comes instantly.

From: Mick 💖

[22:23] is that your wish? ;)

Charles laughs out loud, hearing relief in his own voice.

To: Mick 💖

[22:23] not exactly 🙈 it is close tho

From: Mick 💖

[22:24] it's a date :))

Charles looks at the two drawings next to each other on his bed. He thinks about Mick's smile, and his kindness, and about what Seb said, and about how his heart always beats faster whenever he hears Mick's voice, and about who they are, and who they aren't, and about who they just might be.

To: Mick 💖

[22:25] yes. yes it is. and i can't wait 😘

Mick's reply makes Charles' head spin, and his heart race as fast as F1-75, and his soul dare to hope.

From: Mick 💖

[22:26] i've waited years, but i don't mind. i'd wait however long it takes you to catch up :) ❤️

#i literally couldnt stop thinking abt this #i wrote it all in tumblr so pls dont mind the mistakes #schulerc #schuclerc #my writing #effervescentdragonwrites #f1 rpf #let me know what you think please thank #charles/mick #seb is also there. kinda. like a benevolent pixie godmother #mick/charles #someone pls tell me how long this is i dont dare guess #it was to be a DRABBLE #lewis is there too tho hes mostly amused abt thr youngsters

[thevoidofshitposts]

How I became a ghost in the girls bathroom.

 So i normally only tell this story to close friends but its been over a decade now so i think Im safe. Here is roughly reference of the lay out of my old elementary school it was like this from what I remember of it  (Im biologically F)

 SoTo start off our elementary school was parked next to a grave yard, not directly next to the building itself, but the schools soccer field was fenced off so you couldn't enter the grave yard.  So before this happened the school had a unsettling vibe already.

  So when i was in 3rd grade (the start to every shitty child film, much like my shitty life) I was heavily bullied because the teacher said something that sparked evil child retaliation and people started this thing where they acted like i had the plague ( back when people actually avoided that) and avoided me for the most part, except for two girls who used to hunt me down at lunch. So i became familiar with hiding in the bathroom a lot. While i was in there i noticed the hatch behind the toliet area was left open, the lock looked closed but wasn't because the janitor was and idiot and thought kids wont pull the lock. . 

 This area was like a very narrow hallway and it had the boiler and what not in it, and a basket ball that the janitor kept in there for his lunch break (Im guessing). The stage was also connected to this hatch, and was not ever locked because well no one is normally stupid enough to go in there because the area makes a Creepy ass noise. Not me.  Now on this day one of my two bullies were partially cranky because there hell span of a friend was out sick for a few days which meant angry bully. Not fun.  But she didn't see me go in the bathroom at the time of this happening. 

So I simply went into the last stall popped the lock off the service hatch and went inside then i got an idea. I grabbed the basket ball and rolled it out of the hatch across the floor and shut the hatch . The girl got spooked and walked out of the bath room Into the hall spooked a little. Then part be of my child sadistic brain kicked in. I used the other end of the hatch and went behind the curtain and waited for her . Se eventually after scanning the bathroom 50 times went back into the gym. As soon as I heard her coming i put my long dark hair over my face got on all goes and scurried across the stage. She screamed and ran giving me enough time to duck back i to the hatch and leave through the other side, grab the ball and chuck it back inside, and pop the lock back on loosely so it looked locked but wasn't like i had done a million times before.  The thing about this is they had old cameras in the gym i wasn't aware of so they got my on camera but here's the thing. 

Black and white cameras and only set to take pics with movement every few seconds saved me from getting in shit, but made it so much worse. . So the teacher had for evidence if all this other then a crying child was a blurry shadow figure on the stage for one frame then nothing .

While i left the bathroom unnoticed because lunch came I and about ten people used the girls bath room before the adults came running down stairs to investigate. They still haven't figured it out to this day and rumors about the bathroom\stage being haunted are still a thing till this day.  

A lot of girls used the men's room that year and wouldn't go down to the gym alone after that. They still don't apparently according to my second grade teachers bitching when i bumped into her at the super market and jokingly asked. And the funniest part is, There has now been multiple sightings.  

#S.fellowsart #S.fellows shit posts #True story. #So i became a ghost one time #and i also convinced people i could hear dead people from the grave yard. #keept people away pretty good. #I didn't edit this and i Dont care enough to good luck

[abstract-crossverse]

let me bring pain to this blog ehem. what about sanford and the reader going on a mission together and they get trapped in a room with explosives and the reader sacrifices themselves for sanford to survive. also, here is a tissue to wipe those tears 🌝

Oh I'm terrible with these, I'm sorry if it's bad I don't know what's going on in my head rn -

2022 edit: format change and colored text

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"This Place About to Blow" [Sanford x Reader, angst fic]

It was supposed to be a normal mission

"greetings, cutting to the point, this room has explosives hidden all around..."

It wasn't meant to be like this

"you have about 3 hours to get out before the room blows up, good luck... -Auditor"

You and Sanford looked at each other in desperation after you read the note on top of the desk Infront of you

You both ran around, trying to find the bombs to try and defuse them, none were found

"ugh, damn it all! These chuckleheads must've hidden them in the walls or sumthin'" Sanford spoke in frustration

You, however, took deep breaths, containing the panic attack trying to get out of its cage, you didn't even notice what your boyfriend said before you felt his large hand on your shoulder

He put his arms around you and squeezed a hug, trying to keep you grounded "hey, hey, it's okay, w-we'll be fine, I'll find a way out for us, but now just focus on your breathing..." He spoke gently, keeping you pressed to his chest, ear to his heart to help you calm down

You heard the uncertainty in his tone, you knew he didn't know what to do

Damn Auditor just had to step up his game...

Soon you grounded yourself enough to keep searching for an exit, it took almost all the time you had but you found a vent, it could fit both of you

"okay, you go first, I'll be right behind you" you said, Sanford nodded quickly and went in, not wanting to waste time so you both could leave alive

You took a while before following, leaving an accessory of yours to fool the Auditor into thinking you were dead

Sanford jumped out of the vent, landing outside of the building, he smiled, turning around to face you but ...

He heard you scream his name from inside the vent, screaming for help

Dread filled his entire body as he tried to get in the vent again, praying that there was still enough time to save you

"[NAME] DONT WORRY SWEETHEART IM GOING-"

.

..

...

He ran out of time....

The bomb blew up, throwing him far away by the explosion, he passed out..

After what seemed like hours, he woke up with a deep headache, groaning and lifting himself up as he recalled what happened

His eyes widened... You were didn't get out in time, he ran back to the destroyed building, hoping to find you still alive

He searched through everything, rubble after rubble, scrap after scrap, anything he could lift, he searched through

He found you...

But it wasn't how he wanted....

It wasn't how he prayed it to be....

You were laying on your side, the explosion burned half of your face off, there was no breathing, no pulse, nothing....

He took you into his arms, the recently burned flesh felt sickening to his skin, but he didn't care

He didn't care about the smell of ashes and burned flesh

He didn't care for the two other corpses near yours

He only cared for you, the love of his life, the one he made smile and laugh, the first person he ever felt anything so strong for, the one he held in his arms for oh so long, motionless in his arms, dead

Tears welled up in his eyes, only now did he notice he lost his shades, but that didn't matter...

He screamed, he screamed so loudly you'd bet all of Nevada could hear it, he screamed your name, begging you not to leave him, not like this..

His sadness flipped to anger like a light switch, he cussed at the Auditor, calling them every name in the book until his voice was hoarse

Soon he lost his voice, giving up on the screaming he still kept you in his arms, sobbing his heart out to you

Suddenly it hit, 2B could help, without thinking twice, he got up, your corpse in his arms and ran hi way back to the base

2B brought Hank back to life multiple times, he can help, he WILL help, you're part of the group, he has to help

He'll bring you back, yeah, he just has to stay calm, you'll come back, back to his arms, he'll feel you lips against his soon, you'll be okay, he'll be okay...

But the thought of losing you forever just won't leave his mind... It's tormenting him, torturing him to no end, but it's fine, he can handle it, he can hold it just a little longer....

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Hope this was fine- my head feels so messy today

#madcom #sanford madness #madness combat #madness combat x reader #madness sanford #sanford x reader #sanford madcom #maskwrites #fic #angst #anon

[luffysbasement]

didn't realize my last one was that long. Geez (this one is also fucking long, bare with me)

I feel like ever since elementary, all our teachers liked to talk about how the opposite of love isn't hate (there was even a text during 6th? grade about this whole thing.)

Tbh I haven't looked much into lore so I only know the gist of it(I'm such shit, but I know I will have literally no time to study if I get invested in the dsmp) so there may be wild guesses here and there down below.

The way Quackity's expressions ranged from stoic to a weirdly kind smile to aggressively scary and ruthless, it's all just so.. *gestures wildly with hands because I have no words* ..angsty. The grip on Dream's hair like he wants him to listen carefully but he is losing all patience and sanity and sympathy for Dream. The crazed look from Quackity(his last block) is just so cold and bitter and kind of filled with self-pity, like he's been there before (I actually don't know if that's the case lmao) it's the look from textbook villians(I know he's not one) when they become insane and starts spilling all that they know in the most poisonous way possible.

Also, again, last block giving me chills. Sapnap's glare and George just walking away with absolutely no care and no desire to turn around sums it up beautifully. Good work, really really beautiful.

-✗

putting this on read more bc i will be ranting LMAO. buckle in, this will be long.

thank you!! :] i absolutely love seeing people see how i organized the colors and panels to be the way they are. and the expressions as well, i had fun making those!

i really like this one bc its short but it goes pretty deep into the lore. i had to think about the flow of the panels and the colors and poses of the comic since its only 3 pages and i dont have much to tell the message aside from those things asgssdfgh

i originally saw the concept (opposite of love isnt hate) from a tiktok HAHAH i dont think weve ever tackled that in literature or anywhere at school unfortunately :(( im a big fan of metaphorical/poetic statements too. tho its technically logical, but weve been so used to hate being described as the opposite of love that its just mind-boggling for me to hear that lol

i actually understand you lol im currently done with school at the present moment but a few months ago i barely even posted, even more drawn anything bc i was so busy with school. since youre still not done, good luck with that!!

but oh lord am i a hoe (a WH**E) for lore.

ive thought of this for a long time now but i just had to urge to get to drawing it when my twt tl starting going deep into c!dream's lore.

i just ABSOLUTELY love lore revolving around the dt. (maybe because im more attached to them whoops)

its just so fascinating to think about. (everything onwards is /rp and /character) also, you said youre not that caught up with lore so if you dont get these things or dont wanna bother/get spoiled, you can just ignore it lol i just really needed to rant about his character thats all, needed to get it off my chest phew

dream from the start had a plan: make everyone on the server hate him and build a prison for someone so strong it'll be needed. for me there is no way he was talking about tommy or techno then. no way.

he definitely had a fall to corruption. what he did with tommy during exile, that one is inexcusable ofc but the other things??? destroying the community house, siding with techno during his arrest, even destroying a whole ass country (this one might just be him reaching his limit against lmanberg, being the first and basically only country to defy him sm and stuff)

its weird and interesting in a way. what he did, the destruction, telling everyone he has no more attachments, not even sapnap and george, putting george on the throne then dethroning him not long after-- all these things just seems like it's part of his plan you know???

but like, what for? why? what does he want? earlier in the smp, he just wanted to build a home for them, one that will grow and be beautiful (theres a certain tiktok edit of this one, i am going to cry) he was such a good guy in the earlier days, he just wanted to take care of the server and take on the responsibilities expected of him but it just all... fell?

but even then, from the start, i cant help but think that he was already alone. sure, he had sapnap and george and the others but after everything: after sapnap was so quick to jump on tommy's side after ONE thing that dream said in the heat of the moment to threaten tommy (the 'i dont care about anything' bit), not trying to clear it up with dream and with george being so quick to side with other people's statement (dream dethroned him bc he hates him, etc) than dream's own (to protect george), its just so sad. not to mention even before everything, those two formed new nations without dream before; while dream was fighting for his own alone, they didn't really care enough. they did this again, with kinoko kingdom but tbf, the destruction of the community house felt like the end of the greater dream smp.

its just... sad and tragic, his whole character. his life is like the joker, baby. BAHAHAHA

anywaaaays

sorry about that, the c!dream apologist in me needed to breathe

glad you think its beautiful hehe <3

#asks #dreblr #imagine fighting for a country you built with your friends for you guys to call home #by yourself #with no one else to care #then falling to madness and corruption #getting painted the villain by everyone #even by your best friends to the point that one of them always assumes if its something destroyed youre to blame #then tortured #for 6 months #then getting told by said best friend that if you escape prison escape torture #he'll kill you #man #also imagine your boyfriend never fucking visits AAHAHAHAHAH #then your semi rival semi colleague is the only one left who views you as a person #IM CRYING SKJFABWKFJBKWEBF FUCK

[sweetescapeartist]

WHY SAIYANS AREN'T THE GREATEST RACE 🙊

(But Saiyans have more potential than other races.)

So here's why I disagree with Saiyans being the greatest & strongest race. Many factors have to take place in order for Saiyans to get stronger.

POWER

The strongest that full-blood Saiyans could get with the best training is SS3 levels.

Maybe Saiyans could reach higher levels without god ki if we take GT into account, otherwise, SS3 appears to be the max. A Saiyan's max attainable power with the best training could be Vegito levels of power before they get too old & are unable to fight or they die of old age.

But keep in mind that Goku said not even fusion could defeat Beerus.

Goku had to do a ritual & train with an Angel just to attain god ki. (Other races may have something similar to the ritual. Other races could also train with Angels. Like Toppo.)

Most Saiyans weren't pure of heart or righteous. SSG could possibly be achieved by very few, but keep in mind that Saiyans don't have deep training & aren't spiritual as a culture. They would not know how to get as strong as Goku had learned.

TRAINING & SPIRITUALITY

Vegeta started training hard during the android saga. His reason for training was because he saw how beneficial training was for a low-class Saiyan like Goku, who became the legendary Super Saiyan before a royal Saiyan elite could.

Its important to note that Goku was raised as an Earthling, learned Earthling martial arts & he developed spiritual insight that Saiyan culture doesn't seem to have. Also Goku trained with 2 gods (Kami & King Kai) and acquired further power to rival Saiyan saga Vegeta. He then surpassed Vegeta in power & far surpassed him in skill because of his Earthling training.

And realistically it would be difficult for most Saiyans to even achieve the Super Saiyan transformation. They would solely rely on the Oozaru transformation. A select few elite warriors/royal Saiyans might get strong enough to achieve Super Saiyan. But from what we know about Saiyan training, it would be a very very long time before they could achieve Super Saiyan. Only the Super Saiyan transformation could even be as far as they could get.

Like I stated earlier, Vegeta was motivated to train after he saw how beneficial training was for Goku (who has Earth training & trained under 2 gods). If Vegeta never met Goku, Vegeta probably would never achieve Super Saiyan. On their own, Saiyans would most likely never see benefits of such training. They are a warrior race that see death-battles as the best training.

Goku who has martial arts training focused on self improvement, godly training, & spirit control training from the Yardrats understood how to train and conquer the Super Saiyan transformation. That's knowledge Saiyans dont have nor would their culture care about.

So lets say we give a few Saiyans the Super Saiyan transformation. I don't think Saiyans would share the knowledge of Super Saiyan with each other. Stronger ones would suppress the weaker ones until Saiyan society collapses or a civil war breaks out that would result in many casualties.

Goku saw the flaws in just buffing up the muscles of Super Saiyan. Vegeta who has a lack of deep training and Saiyan thinking, he did not see the flaws. He isn't trained the way Goku is. Being a martial artist & spiritual gave Goku a huge advantage over every other Saiyan. He was able to use his knowledge to push Gohan (a hybrid with Earthling principles) to reach Super Saiyan 2 even before a full blood Saiyan could.

Yes, Goku more than likely attained Super Saiyan 2 soon after he died. & more than likely, Vegeta attained it a few years after Cell was defeated. Goku was able to discover Super Saiyan 3 only because he was dead for 7 years & was able to train. His understanding of training and not having a physical body helped him achieve the new form.

No other full-blood Saiyan can achieve Super Saiyan 3 because of the training it takes & the toll it puts on the body. Goku barely even uses it in DBS for that reason (also because they are marketing SSG & SSB instead).

SCIENCE & ENVIRONMENT

Now if we go back to the point of attaining the Super Saiyan transformation, new information has told us that most Saiyans have a low amount of S-Cells; the cells needed in order to become a Super Saiyan.

Their way of life as being warriors who lived to fight all the time is why they could not build up S-Cells. S-Cells that are built up from a gently spirit (most Saiyans lack). Peaceful environments are necessary for this build up of cells. Saiyans naturally thrive for constant battle. The chances of Super Saiyan are even slimmer with S-Cells in mind.

UNIVERSE 6 SAIYANS

Universe 6 Saiyans are mostly good hearted & live much more peaceful lives than Universe 7 Saiyans. It would appear that the good Saiyans defeated the wicked Saiyans in Universe 6. So how come Cabba is somehow the first Super Saiyan? I guess Universe 6 Saiyans don't know how to train properly either.

And lets be honest, it was terrible writing how Cabba & Caulifla attained Super Saiyan. So you're telling me that not one Universe 6 Saiyan had never gotten angry over losing a close friend or family member while on the battlefield? Sure, whatever. Logically, since Cabba never saw Super Saiyan before, it can be said that Super Saiyan is either non-existent or only royal Universe 6 Saiyans have achieved it & keep it secret.

"But the tingly back thingy!"

If a tingly back was only necessary to attain Super Saiyan, then Goku, a master martial artist, should've taught that to Gohan so that Gohan wouldn't struggle so much during training to defeat Cell.

EDIT: Goku more than likely did teach Gohan the tingly back thing after Gohan became a SS. Mastered SS is not triggered by rage. The tingly back wkrks well if dont like this.

But rage is what Super Saiyan has always been activated from. We are still told that the transformations are emotional. Great anger/rage is how Super Saiyan is triggered

(DBS manga chapter 52 & information guides tell us that Super Saiyan is still triggered by rage.).

Caulifla not only achieved Super Saiyan within a days or few hours, but she achieved Super Saiyan 2 the next day! Gohan has the most potential out of all Saiyan because he is a hybrid with a good heart & had some of the best training to have. It DOES NOT make any narrative sense from all that we've learned & continue to learn about Super Saiyan transformations. And the way Caulifla got 2 transformation within 2 days belittles the efforts of Goku & Gohan for the sake of "Look! A female Super Saiyan!"

If Caulilfa can achieve Super Saiyan 2 after only having Super Saiyan for a day, why didn't Future Gohan easily tap into Super Saiyan 2 as well & defeat the androids? Such convoluted writing for Universe 6 Saiyans... 😑

Out of Universe 6's three Super Saiyans, only Kale's transformation seems reasonable because it is set up similar to DBZ Broly. Kale controlling her power within a few minutes in the anime was stupid tho... The manga handled Kake better because she never gained control of herself. But... she had enough sense not to kill opponents and drop them out of the arena... So did she have control or not? A berserker is out to kill, not drop you out of bounds so she isn't eliminated. 😓

Nevermind. Both handled Kale's Super Saiyan form wrong in different ways...

(I have a theory that Universe 6 Saiyans may actually be Saiyan/Earthling hybrids. Which is why its easier to get Super Saiyan and they don't have tails anymore. But that's a different discussion.)

BACK TO UNIVERSE 7 SAIYANS...

So about how strong a Saiyan could become on their own. I was being generous saying full-blood Saiyans could possibly get as strong as Vegito at most. That's more so something only Goku could attain. Saiyan culture & life, heart condition, lack of spiritual connection, & lack of good martial arts knowledge keeps them from growing. If they did train to get stronger then the most they can achieve would be Super Saiyan 2. The Super Saiyan God ritual would be attainable by some, but they could not absorb the power like Goku (thats because of his disciplined training) nor would Beerus allow Saiyans to keep causing havok. He planned to destroy them anyways.

And I'm sure that if one lone Saiyan achieved Super Saiyan on Planet Vegeta, Freeza would destroy the entire race out of fear. If Freeza somehow lost, Beerus would eventually destroy them.

LUCK & GENETICS

Goku, Vegeta, Broly, & Tarble were lucky and able to live different lives from the average Saiyan, be kinder beings or have their hearts changed (wouldn't happen for most Saiyans). Goku is the 1 in a trillion rare Saiyan that got the best training & he influenced surviving Saiyans to be more like Earthlings.

(But even after all the training Goku did in OG Dragon Ball, Raditz was much stronger than Goku. That means most low class Saiyans were around the same strength as Roshi & ChiChi.)

If we are generous and say some Saiyans could've achieved Super Saiyan 2 and would not try to kill each other, then they still lose to aliens like Piccolo, Krillin, Hit, Jiren, Ribrianne, Cell, or 16, 17, & 18.

Give Hit god ki and give him Angelic training to learn Ultra Instinct. He doesn't even have god ki & yet he can keep up with Goku who needed god ki to reach such power.

Broly would be the exception because he is a Legendary Super Saiyan & in a way a mutation too. But his power is uncontrollable. Imagine Broly snaped & tapped into that uncontrollable, monterous power on Planet Vegeta. All Saiyans there die within seconds.

Saiyans are very strong aliens. But other aliens are stronger or understand how to get stronger.

If anything, Saiyans have some of the best genetics & potential that give them a very high possible advantage. However, that is not a guarantee. But Earthlings & Namekians also have very high potential they can utilize along with knowledge far beyond Saiyans.

Being raised as an Earthling is the secret to Goku's power. Being half Earthling is the secret to Gohan's great power & potential. Its as if an Earthling's potential and training & a Saiyans potential and genetics are the perfect mix for a reason. Like they're branched from the same ancestor & are counterparts in a way. 🤔 (But that part's just another theory of mine.)

CONCLUSION

Without god ki, Goku loses to almost every opponent & enemy in DBS. Goku even says SSG is a power he couldn't achieve on his own. He was nearly at the peak of his power until he learned god ki.

And like I have stated, either ritual or Angelic training could be something any race could possibly utilize.

That's what I gathered from the info we've been given.

AFTERWORD

If you disagree that's fine. Disagreements aren't a bad thing. But if you say I'm wrong on something, show or cite evidence within the series (DBZ & DBS in particular) that says or shows otherwise.

All info shows us that most Saiyans would never be strong like Goku. It was luck & circumstance that Goku was not raised as a Saiyan but as an Earthling. Otherwise he would not have been unable to compete with Vegeta or Goku would've been destroyed on Planet Vegeta, killed on the battlefield, or quickly killed by someone stronger than him.

Please don't rebutt by saying things like "Well they're stonger than Earthlings." or "Their god forms are stronger than everyone else."

Those don't work.

If Earthlings trained like Goku (not like Saiyans because Saiyans don't train like that. Its an Earth thing💡) then some humans could surpass Super Saiyan 2. Evidence shows that Krillin & Tien & Yamcha have surpassed Namek saga Super Saiyan Goku. And they aren't addicted to training like Goku does. But when they do train, they make great leaps in power even without transformations.

God ki isn't something every Saiyan can learn (like Goku & Vegeta have) nor is god ki something exclusive to Saiyans. Look at Dende & Uub (DBS chapter 66). Goku being raised as an Earthling, trained as a martial artist, & training with lower gods is what aided his learning of god ki. Vegeta began to train diffetently after seeing a weaker Saiyan's results after training. Plus god ki had to be learned. I doubt Whis or Beerus would teach them if they were evil.

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