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[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (75/?)

Disclaimer: This story features characters and concepts based on Dragon Ball, which is a trademark of Bird Studio/Shueisha and Toei Animation. This is an unauthorized work, and no profit is being made on this work by me. This story is copyright of me. Download if you like, but please don’t archive it without my permission. Don’t be shy.

Continuity Note: About 1000 years before the events of Dragon Ball Z.

Previous chapters conveniently available here.

[6 March 234 Before Age. Nat-Chezz II.]

When Zaperc led the Saiyans to Nat-Chezz II, their plan had been to defend the planet against any would-be invaders. The idea was to imitate what the Super Saiyan Luffa had achieved with her establishment of an interplanetary Federation. Instead of seeking out easy battles, they would stand their ground and try to cultivate a reputation as a force to be reckoned with. This would in turn attract even stronger invaders, giving the Saiyans a chance to become stronger themselves as they repelled them. At least, this was the theory.

In practice, Zaperc’s followers were virtually indistinguishable from the sort of invaders they pledged to drive off. Upon arrival, they declared martial law, shut down much of the planet’s communications, and helped themselves to whatever supplies and treasure they wished. The Chezzi people had endured worse occupations in the past, so they tolerated the situation for a time, but they still breathed a sigh of relief when Luffa discovered their plight and intervened.

In the weeks that followed, Luffa subjected these Saiyans to intense training, determined to mold the band into the sort of champions they had claimed to be. The Chezzi King had allowed them to keep the mansion they had appropriated, but all the treasure they had taken was returned, and the Saiyans spent most of their days drilling in the wilderness or conducting war games with the Chezzi military. When their work for the day was finished, they convened at their manor and feasted on whatever luckless animals they happened to find during their training exercises.

“That’s what I like about you, Jikama,” Lesseri said as she ripped hunks of flesh from a carcass on the table. “You may be half-Chezzi, but at least you eat like a Saiyan. I knew a mixed-blood on Siphone II. Guy had no appetite at all. Creepy.”

“Thanks... I think,” Jikama said between bites. “So, any word on when Luffa’s coming back?”

“Nothing new,” Vigurd said as she drank an entire pot of stew and wiped her mouth on her forearm. “What’s wrong, Jikama? You miss that gilded blowhard already?”

“I just enjoyed her cooking,” he said awkwardly. “Not that there’s anything wrong with this, but we’ve been roasting animals on a spit for a week now. I could go for some of that insect crumb of hers.”

“Insect crumb, my foot!” Lesseri scoffed. “Don’t listen to him, Vigurd. He just wants another pat on the head from Zattie.”

Jikama chuckled at this. Of all the Saiyans in Zaperc’s group, he had shown the most improvement in tracking Zatte through dense foliage. Luffa’s alien wife lacked Saiyan power, but she could make herself virtually undetectable, and she was armed with advanced weaponry and a talent for asymmetrical warfare. She had praised him a number of times in front of Luffa and the other Saiyans, which had earned him a lot of teasing from his comrades. Not wishing to antagonize any of them, he smiled and tried to take it in stride.

“If you asked me, it’d be just as well if she never came back,” muttered Brockle. He sat at the head of the table, nursing a flagon of ale while he devoured a plate of spare ribs.

“Please, Brockle,” Vigurd laughed. “We’ve all seen you leer at her when you think no one’s watching. You miss Zattie more than Jikama does.”

“Yeah,” Lesseri added. “Don’t take it personally, Brockle. You’re just not her type, if you know what I mean.”

The two women laughed, and Jikama tried to delicately suggest that maybe they shouldn’t make a habit of calling her “Zattie”, when Brockle slammed his fist on the table.

“I’m not talking about the damned alien,” he said. “I meant Luffa.”

“I wouldn’t let your father hear you talk that way,” Vigurd warned.

“I’ve learned all I need to know from the Super Saiyan,” Brockle insisted. “I’m getting stronger every day, and before long I’ll be powerful enough to surpass her.”

“No offense, kid,” Lesseri said, “but get real. We’ve all felt the ki Luffa puts off. You’re nowhere near her level.”

He stood up and raised his fists. “I’m more than a match for you, Lesseri!” he shouted.

She nodded and sipped her drink. “You’re right, but being stronger than me doesn’t change anything, does it?”

“I have the potential to beat her!” he insisted. “I know it!”

“Maybe so,” Vigurd said, “but until you do, you’ll have to put up with her crap like the rest of us. Unless she’s dumb enough to get killed in spaceflight. I wonder if someone could sneak an explosive on that ship of hers without her noticing...”

“Now what would that accomplish?” Lesseri asked.

“Oh, I’m just thinking out loud,” Vigurd chuckled. She finished her meal and patted her sizable belly with satisfaction. “People would pay a fortune to hire the mercenary who slew the Super Saiyan, wouldn’t they?”

“Not once the word gets around that she’s just a run-of-the-mill Saiyan like a hundred thousand others available for hire,” Lesseri noted. “All you’d prove is that you know how to set a time-bomb.”

“Wouldn’t someone else try to bomb your ship?” Jikama suggested. “Then they could cash in on being the one to kill the mercenary who killed the Super Saiyan.”

Lesseri pointed a table knife at Jikama. “See? He’s only half-Saiyan and he gets it.”

“I don’t know why my father put up with you fools,” Brockle grumbled.

“Because he knows he needs all the help he can get to keep his son from getting himself killed,” Lesseri said. “Maybe you were in line to serve in Rehval’s elite guard, but you fouled that gig up, and now you’ve got to scrape together a living like the rest of us merc trash. You don’t have to like us, Brockle. You don’t have to like Luffa either, or her blue-skinned devil girl, for that matter, but you still need us for the time being.”

He opened his mouth to respond, when suddenly all four of them gasped with shock and turned to look up at the sky. There was nothing to see, at least not with the naked eye, but the ki they had sensed was powerful enough to be sensed, even from outer space.

“Is that... Luffa?” Vigurd asked.

“It can’t be,” Brockle said. “It feels completely different. And there’s... two of them.”

“Jikama, contact the Chezzi military,” Lesseri said. “We’ll need telemetry on that ship.”

“Huh? Oh, right!” he said as he scrambled out of his seat. While he took off into the air, she turned to Brockle.

“Go find your father,” she said. “Looks like we finally have a fight on our hands.”

“I don’t take orders from you, woman!” he said indignantly.

“That’s right, you don’t,” she said. “We both take orders from your father, and I’d like to start taking some before whatever that is gets here, so hurry up and find him!”

He muttered obscenities under his breath as he got up from the table, promising himself that she would pay for her disrespect, but Lesseri didn’t care as long as he did as she asked.

She looked to Vigurd next. “Do me a favor and prep Zaperc’s ship for launch.”

“What?” Vigurd asked. “You want to run?”

“Right now I want to keep my options open,” Lesseri said. “Without Luffa to back us up, I don’t know if we can beat these guys, and I don’t know if Zaperc’s sensible enough to order a retreat. I don’t know about you, but I’d like an escape route handy.”

“You know, so would I, now that you mention it,” Vigurd said after a moment’s consideration.

“Yes, I thought you might,” Lesseri said after Vigurd flew off.

*******

Two hours later, Zaperc was with Hijik in the throneroom of the King of Nat-Chezz, accompanied by several high-ranking military commanders. They had been discussing plans to destroy the incoming vessel before it could deploy its forces, when suddenly an image of two women appeared in the center of the room.

Both of them had pale, almost transparent skin. The shorter of the two was almost completely concealed beneath a black cloak. Only her bare feet and lower shins were visible below the hem, and the hood of her cloak revealed only the portion of her face below her eyes. Her nose and mouth were contorted into a cruel sneer.

The taller woman was adorned in black leather up to her chest, which added emphasis to her large, muscular arms. An iron helmet concealed her eyes as well, though a dark, horizontal slot on the front presumably allowed her to see out of it. Lengths of wire hung from the back of the helmet, almost as if to serve as a crude substitute for hair. Her lips were stretched to reveal her clenched teeth, as though she were constantly on the verge of biting someone.

“Are they holograms?” the king asked.

“I think they’re some sort of ki constructs, Sire,” Zaperc said cautiously. “Hijik, can you sense them too?”

Hijik nodded, and curled his tail around his waist. Before he could give his own opinion on the images, the cloaked one addressed the room.

“Hail, King of Nat-Chezz. I am Ünderlyne, and this is Stryquethru. Henceforth, we shall be the new masters of your world.”

“Long have we coveted your scandium resources, King of the Chezzi,” Stryquethru growled through her teeth. “You will surrender your world to us, or we shall take it by force. Doubtless you have warriors who can already sense our power approaching your world. They will tell you that we cannot be defeated. Heed their warning and surrender to us!”

“Surrender, and you shall be shown... mercy...” promised Ünderlyne, though her tone lacked sincerity. “The tender mercies of Stryquethru and Ünderlyne... Oh how we beg you to submit.”

“Resist,” Stryquethru seethed, “and your people shall suffer terribly! Woe to the defiant! For there is no refuge from our wrath!”

“Woe!” wailed Ünderlyne.

“Woe!” added Stryquethru.

“Wooooooooeeeeee!” they howled in unison.

As their voices faded, so too did their images, and the message appeared to be concluded. The king looked to his advisors, and then to the two Saiyans, desperate for counsel.

“At current velocity, we expect them to reach the planet in two hours, Sire,” said one of the generals.

“My son Brockle may be able to destroy their ship before it reaches the atmosphere, Sire,” Zaperc said. “If not, I would recommend deploying our forces here...”

“Is this a joke?!” Hijik yelled.

Suddenly, everyone in the room fell silent, and all eyes were looking to him.

“It’s obviously a trick!” Hijik said. “Am I the only one who sees it?”

“Hijik, what are you talking about?” Zaperc demanded. “We don’t have time for--”

“That was Luffa, of course!” Hijik said. “Luffa and her alien ‘partner’ or whatever she calls it! They left the planet days ago, frustrated that we weren’t jumping through their hoops fast enough for them, so they dreamed up this phony invasion as some pathetic team-building exercise!”

Silence fell upon the room again. At last, the king spoke. “Zaperc, could he be right? Would the Super Saiyan do such a thing?”

Zaperc hesitated. He had studied Luffa’s career for over two years, only to find that the real Luffa was very different from what his sources had told him. She had been testing them for weeks now. Could this be another test? If it was, wouldn’t she have informed the king? Perhaps he was aware of her plan, and he was feigning ignorance to help Luffa gauge their reactions.

“I... I don’t know,” he finally said. “Perhaps we should wait and see.”

“Wait?! Wait for what?” one of the Chezzi generals demanded. “Neither of those women looked nothing like Luffa. The shorter one was at least six inches taller than her.”

“It was a ki projection,” Hijik said. “They could have made it look any size or shape they wanted!”

“And since when does Luffa have that ability?” the general asked sharply.

“Her woman has all sorts of energy manipulation powers,” Hijik said. “Working together, there’s no telling what they could do.”

“But why go to all this trouble?” the Chezzi king asked. “Why not simply arrange a war game maneuver?”

“Because it’s a team-building exercise,” Hijik said. The disgust in his voice made it sound like he was describing the most detestable atrocity he could imagine. “You don’t understand how women think, Your Majesty. They want to humiliate us, then force us to work together against a common foe, and then they’ll reveal their ruse at the last moment, to reinforce the idea that none of us can accomplish anything unless they allow it.”

“Wh-what?” the king asked.

Hijik sighed. “I can see I’ll have to go over the basics of involuntary celibacy with you. I’ll need something to write on so I can make a diagram...”

********

On a cozy island village off the coast of one of Nat-Chezz’s larger continents, Bodi stood in a library and watched patiently while a Chezzi woman looked through an almanac.

“Sorry this is taking so long,” she said as she ran her maroon-skinned fingers down a table printed on page 702. “You’d probably have more luck calling the Royal Astronomy Society. They have a computer program that calculates things like this.”

Bodi smirked as he rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Luck? Calculations?” he asked. “With the fate of this world on the line, there can be no half-measures. Take your time, and while you concentrate on finding the answer I need, I will drink in your beauty, and let it inspire my Saiyan power to unseen heights!”

The woman faltered for a moment, and clutched at her temples. Even the horns on her head seemed to droop slightly.

“Is something wrong?” Bodi asked. “Have you found it?”

“No, I just... felt a little ill for a moment,” she said. “Could you maybe save the cheesy lines for after the invasion?”

“Very well,” Bodi said as he dramatically removed his sunglasses. “I accept!”

He had been patrolling this part of the planet when he sensed the huge powers approaching from space. With Luffa and Zatte offworld, his standing orders were to report to Zaperc and the Chezzi military command, but he knew better. There would be only one way to halt this impending doom. Only one power that could bring Bodi and his comrade the victory they all craved. Bodi would seize that power, and with it, the triumph, and with that... maybe some grateful Chezzi women...

“Okay, I think I’ve got it,” she said.

“Good job!” he cheered, pointing at her with both hands. “The location of the full moon!”

“Well, that’s just it,” she said sheepishly. “The full moon won’t be in the sky for another week. It doesn’t matter where you go on the planet’s surface. It all depends on the moon’s position in relation to the sun.”

His jaw dropped.

“What I was thinking of was a solar eclipse,” she explained. “With those, it depends on where the observer is on the planet’s surface. At a certain latitude, the moon would obscure more of the sun’s disc, but that has nothing to do with lunar phases. I’m sorry.”

He didn’t move. A pathetic squeaking sound emanated from his throat, but nothing more.

“Are you sure you need this Giant Ape form to win?” she asked. “It just seems kind of unreliable to me. You get all this power from it, but it only works under the light of the full moon. And what if the invaders managed to cut off your tail?”

He nodded slightly.

“Well, is there anything else I can help you with?” she asked. “If not, I’ll uh... let you get back to strategizing. I feel like I ought to see my family before this ship arrives. So, uh, good luck out there.”

She left him standing there, dumbfounded. One by one, the other patrons left the building, until at last the librarian at the desk shut off the lights and locked the doors. Bodi didn’t move, except for a slight twitch as a single tear ran down his cheek.

*******

“Behold, mistress! The world of Nat-Chezz. And soon it shall be ours! The domain of Stryquethru and Ünderlyne!”

Stryquethru gazed at the image of the planet on the viewscreen, admiring whatever her helmet allowed her to perceive through the slot that obscured her eyes. A tear of blood ran down her cheek as she made a twisted smile.

“How peaceful it looks!” she exclaimed through clenched teeth. “Soon, very, soon my lady--my queen, we shall have all the scandium we could ever need. Scandium enough to sate the darkest of appetites!”

Their ship had only one deck, containing a single, nearly empty room. Nearly every surface was shiny and black, with heavy chains and manacles dangling from various positions on the wall. There were no physical controls. Ünderlyne simply waved her hands, seemingly clawing at the air with the long black nails on her fingers, and the ship responded instantly.

“But hold!” she said. “We are under attack!”

“The fools!” Stryquethru hissed. “Do those spineless worms reject our kind warning already?”

“Worry not, my pet,” Ünderlyne said in a spiteful tone. “The energy beam is a powerful one, rich in vital energy, but easily avoided. Yes, we need only slip our vessel beneath normal space, into the welcoming darkness of subspace, and wait for the danger to pass.”

As she spoke, she gestured with her hands to illustrate, and Stryquethru grunted with malicious approval. Then she tilted back her head and growled.

“Do I sense... Saiyan power in that attack?” she asked.

Ünderlyne paused and considered the question carefully. “Yessssss,” she said with a gleeful cackle. “And added bonus for our conquest!”

“I would bathe in their blood!” Stryquethru insisted. “The one who fired that insolent shot! Yes, my pet, I will not rest until shreds of his viscera are lodged between my teeth!”

“Let us not be hasty,” Ünderlyne said with an evil smile. “The Saiyans make fine stock for breeding, as well as for soup. Imagine an entire offshoot of their race, toiling away to refine scandium for our dark bidding.”

Stryquethru screamed for thirty seconds straight. “Delightful,” she added. “I cannot bear to wait any longer! How long until we arrive?!”

“Soon!” Ünderlyne cried.

*******

“Now!” Ünderlyne cried as they stepped out of the hatch of their ship and onto the courtyard of the Chezzi royal palace.

“Where is the king!?” Stryquethru screeched. “He must surrender his world to us immediately!”

“Bring us the king!” Ünderlyne shrieked. “Lest we hunt him down and devour his eyes!”

But the courtyard was empty, save for the two invaders and their black, disc-shaped vessel. Suddenly, the vessel was engulfed in an explosion.

“How dare!” Ünderlyne rasped.

“My chains!” Stryquethru howled. “All of my favorite chains were on board!”

“Take heart, mistress,” Ünderlyne said. “We shall soon forge new chains, of scandium alloy!”

“Seems your ship is much easier to hit when it’s standing still,” shouted Brockle as he flew over the courtyard. He alighted just in front of the invaders and the burning hulk that was once their ship. “Now I only need to destroy the two of you.”

“You were the one!” Stryquethru moaned. “The one who fired upon us before! Saiyan! I would have your innards!”

Brockle clenched his fists and raised his power level to its maximum. “Come and take them if you can!” he growled. “I’m going to make an example of the two of you. When I’m through, no one will dare come near this planet again!”

“Then let us do battle, fool!” Stryquethru shouted. “Let the seas run red with our blood! Unleash your power Saiyan. Bring forth your fury!”

“Wait, stop! We surrender!”

Brockle turned to see his father running out from one of the palace doors. He ran past Brockle and dropped to his knees before the dark women.

“Father, what are you doing?” Brockle asked.

“Spare my son, please,” Zaperc asked as he clasped his hands together in supplication. “He is only a boy.”

“Father, I am not a boy, I am seventeen years old!” Brockle protested.

“How touching,” Ünderlyne cooed. “The son seeks war, while the father begs for peace. Do you truly know what you ask, filthy Saiyan?”

“We’re no match for you,” Zaperc said. “We have no choice but to yield.”

“Then prove your sincerity, knave!” Stryquethru commanded. “Cut off your tail and eat it here in front of us!”

“That is disgusting, Stryquethru!” Ünderlyne muttered.

“It is the only way they will learn, my mistress,” Stryquethru said quietly.

“Father, you can’t be serious!” Brockle said. “I’m strong enough to defeat these wretches. Let me--”

“Son, your power doesn’t even compare!” Zaperc snapped. “Look past your pride and sense what stands before you! I’m not sure if even Luffa could stand against these monsters.”

Zaperc’s words were like a heavy blow to his gut. In that instant, all the confidence simply drained out of Brockle. “F-father--!” was all he could bring himself to say.

“I’ll do as you ask,” Zaperc said, glancing down at the end of his furry tail. “If you agree to let me and my son leave this planet peacefully.”

“No!”

The four of them turned, and found Hijik floating over the courtyard, looking down upon them. There was a large sphere of energy in his right hand, and he was brandishing it with look of desperation on his face.

“Hijik, what in blazes are you doing?” Zaperc asked.

“I’m rescuing your dignity from these she-beasts!” he shouted back. “We can’t defeat them, but we do have enough power to destroy the planet, or at least render it uninhabitable!”

“Are you mad, Saiyan?!” Stryquethru barked. “Put that energy away and come down here! Or do you want to kill yourself along with the rest of us?!”

“I’m not bluffing!” Hijik said. “If we can’t have this planet, neither will you! I suggest you get back in your ship and leave. This world isn’t safe for your kind!”

“They can’t leave, Hijik!” Zaperc groaned. “Brockle destroyed their ship!”

This was apparently news to Hijik, or he may have seen it happen, and simply failed to consider the ramifications. “He... did?!” Hijik stammered. “But... but...”

“We cannot leave!” Stryquethru gloated. “Nor would we wish to do so. Tell me, little man, would you hold that ball of death over us forever?!”

“No, wait!” Hijik said, thinking as fast as he could. “You could take our ship.”

“In the first place, Hijik,” Zaperc said, “it’s not ‘our ship’, it’s my ship. And second--”

As he spoke, they all sensed another Saiyan life energy moving overhead. It was Vigurd, piloting the very ship they were just discussing.

“What is she doing?” Zaperc asked.

“That coward!” Brockle fumed. “She’s running away! Leaving us behind!”

“Well, someone get to a transmitter and tell her to turn around!” Hijik yelled. “She doesn’t need to run away now! She can bring the ship down and hand it off to these two. Hell, she can leave with them for all I care. Just so long as they--”

Suddenly, Zaperc’s ship exploded into a fireball, and began a steep descent towards the horizon.

“Vigurd?!” Zaperc cried. He couldn’t sense her energy now. It was possible that a Saiyan of her power level might have survived the explosion, but if Zaperc couldn’t sense her ki, then that meant Vigurd wasn’t using it to protect herself, or to break her fall to the surface. If she wasn’t dead already, she soon would be.

Hijik wasted no time dreaming up another alternative. “There’s plenty of other starships on this planet,” he said.

“Enough!” Stryquethru shouted. “You’ve put up a nice front, little Saiyan, but your game is over now! Come down here, and if Ünderlyne deems you suitable, we may make use of you for our breeding experiments.”

“Breeding?” Hijik said. “You mean, me and you?”

Ünderlyne simply cackled and waved her hands with abandon.

“And perhaps I as well, dog,” Stryquethru added, “assuming there is anything left of you once dear Ünderlyne is through.”

Hijik quickly dissipated the energy ball in his hand and descended beside Zaperc. “When do we start?” he asked hopefully.

“Hijik, are you mad?” Zaperc asked. “A moment ago these two demanded that I eat my own tail!”

“What’s your point?” he asked.

“Not so fast, ladies!” called a voice in the distance.

“Oh, what now?” Hijik groaned.

The dark women were equally annoyed. The looked and found a figure standing atop one of the stone pillars in the courtyard, with his arms crossed and his back turned toward them. With a flourish, he backflipped off the pillar, twisting and flipping as he moved through the air, until at last his feet touched the ground and he struck a dramatic pose.

“Bodi,” Zaperc said. “I’m asking you to please stay out of this.”

“I’ve come to issue a challenge!” Bodi said. “We can’t defeat you ladies now, but in a week, when the moon is full, my comrades and I will be ready to fight you with all we’ve got.”

“Why should we do such a thing?!” Stryquethru asked.

“Your comrades are already surrendering to us!” Ünderlyne hissed. “What possible reason would we have for delaying our triumph?”

He rubbed his chin, then adjusted his sunglasses. “I see,” he said as he closed his eyes and smiled. “It seems I failed to consider that. Very well. In that case, all that I have left is...”

There was a long pause, and for a moment, Zaperc dared to wonder if Bodi actually had a way out of this situation.

“... No plans!” Bodi declared.

Zaperc shook his head mournfully and looked down at his tail once again.

*******

[7 March 234 Before Age. Nat-Chezz II.]

As it turned out, Zaperc got to keep his tail, at least for the time being. As sadistic as the invaders were, they seemed more interested in savoring their victory than in carrying out their threats. Thus, the first ever “Surrender Banquet” was held in the palace’s main hall. The decorations made the occasion resemble the interior design of Stryquethru and Ünderlyne’s ship. The streamers were made of black paper, the bouqets of flowers were dyed to as dark a hue as possible, and pieces of rusted scrap metal were laid upon each table like centerpieces. At the front of the room was a stage, where the new rulers of Nat-Chezz sat upon their “throne”, which was actually just a black leather sofa they had stabbed with assorted swords and knives. Hijik and Bodi stood on either side of them, each wearing heavy manacles on their necks and wrists that were more symbolic than functional.

“When do we start the breeding program?” Hijik asked Ünderlyne .

“At a time and place of our choosing, mortal fool!” Ünderlyne insisted. “If you do not stop asking, I shall carve out your tongue!”

“Oh, let him babble, my lady,” Stryquethru said. “I enjoy hearing the Saiyan whimper like an animal begging for table scraps.”

There was a loud metallic crack, and Stryquethru turned to scold Bodi. “Worthless wretch! I told you to stop fidgeting with those chains! Now you’ve broken them!”

Bodi had been trying to scratch his back, which had strained the metal to its breaking point. He grinned and adjusted his sunglasses. “Apologies, ladies,” he said as smoothly as he could. “I suppose that I was so overwhelmed by your animal magnetism that I forgot my own strength. Best surrender ever!”

At one of the tables, Zaperc was apologizing profusely to the Chezzi king.

“We still have a chance,” he said in a low voice. “Lesseri and Jikama are unaccounted for. One of them might find a way to summon help and--”

“What good will that do?” the king whispered. “These women are too powerful, Zaperc. They could defeat an army of Saiyans, and I doubt your comrades can find us that much help.”

“There is the full moon,” Zaperc suggested. “Bodi may have had the right idea after all. If we bide our time, we might--”

The king was horrified at this suggestion. “Don’t you think they’ve already anticipated that tactic?” he asked. “In another week, they’ll either chop off your tails or destroy our moon.”

Zaperc sighed as he realized the king was right. It wasn’t supposed to have been like this. His son Brockle should have unlocked his hidden potential and become powerful enough to tackle any challenge, including these invaders. Instead, Stryquethru and Ünderlyne had taken the planet without a struggle, and Brockle now sulked in a far corner of the hall, his spirit completely broken.

"Silence!" Stryquethru screamed. "We would have music! We would see merriment! Dance, Chezzi insects! Dance for your dark queens!"

With some reluctance, most of the ’guests’ rose from their chairs and began to dance in an open area of the hall. As commanded by their new rulers, they all wore black gowns and formal wear mottled with ashes.

"Shall we?" the king said, offering his hand to Zaperc.

Zaperc was irritated by the situation, but he supposed every moment he spent playing along was another moment he got to keep his tail attached to his body. Begrudgingly, he took the king’s hand and led him through a rudimentary waltz.

"You’ve done this before," the king said with some amazement. "I didn’t think Saiyans knew how to dance."

"It was in the book," Zaperc explained ruefully.

"The book? You mean The Luffa Way?" the king asked.

"There’s a section about opening oneself to new experiences. It goes on to describe a time when Luffa supposedly taught herself to waltz in order to defeat a giant sea serpent on Planet Zeezil."

"And you resolved to learn the same steps," the king said.

Zaperc nodded. "All of it was a waste of time. The real Luffa told me the book was a pack of lies. She had never been to the Zeezil system. Her wife--who isn’t even mentioned in the book-- told me that Luffa doesn’t know how to dance."

"How gauche," the king said. "I wonder what they did at their wedding reception..."

"Luffa levitated herself an inch off the ground and let Zatte slide her across the floor like a shuffleboard disc. At least, that was what Zatte told me. She may have been joking. It’s hard for me to tell."

"That sounds rather fun, actually," the king said. "Would you care to try it?"

Zaperc frowned. "The point is that I’ve been wasting my time. I devoted years to following in Luffa’s footsteps, only to find that her feet weren’t even touching the ground! All the rumors and tall tales and false accounts I’ve studied--! All it’s won me is a life of bondage. It would all be worth it if this somehow led to a better life for my son, but look at him over there. I’ve only doomed him to the same fate."

The King glanced back at Brockle, who was still sulking in his chair. A Chezzi maiden asked him to dance, but he wouldn’t even acknowledge her presence.

"Don’t give up hope, Noble Saiyan," the king said. "My people have endured numerous conquests and occupations in our history. This too shall pass."

"How can you say that at a time like this?!" Zaperc asked. "We can’t defeat these monsters! Not even Luffa could--!"

Suddenly, there came a loud noise from the back of the hall. There was a massive double door at the entrance, made of particularly expensive and sturdy breed of Chezzi timber, and decorated with bismuth ink. These now lay on the floor, the wood splintered and cracked where they had been shorn from their hinges.

"Eh? Who dares!" Stryquethru screeched.

The newcomer stormed into the hall, walking directly toward the invaders without acknowledging the Saiyans or Chezzi. When she was standing directly in front of Stryquethru and Ünderlyne’s sofa, she extended her hand and curled in her fingers, beckoning them to come closer.

"Let’s step outside," Luffa said.

NEXT: Post Mortem

#dragon ball #fanfiction #lssjluffafic #super saiyan #luffa #brockle #zaperc #bodi #hijik #vigurd #jikama #lesseri #stryquethru #ünderlyne #nat-chezz ii #so funny story #i had this dumb gag all set up #and guess what html formatting tumblr doesn't support?#so it was either this or change her name to haeperlinque and that ain't happening

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akar0ku · 5 years

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“There’s something I’ve been meaning to say…" Jack and Ganz

Sorry, time got away from me this week and it has no title but here it is!

It hadn’t occurred to Ganz at any point that the dwarves of the valley would recognize him in any way, shape or form. Though he’d had very hazy memories of his father occasionally bringing him to other places, it was when he was very little and because of that, he had no idea where exactly those places were. It was a stroke of bad luck indeed, considering one of the first people that had met with was apparently a long time acquaintance of his father…Well maybe his luck wasn’t that bad, it didn’t seem like Jack had noticed the name drop.

Though he wondered if Jack was ever even told who it was that did away with Sir Cairn in the first place. Shouldn’t his last name have been a dead give away? Then again, the boy wasn’t…the most perceptive individual he had ever met. Probably for the best. He really did enjoy Jack’s boundless enthusiasm thus far and desperately wanted to see the both of them; as well as Ridley, form a close team bond that would rival even the most tight knit of brigades in the kingdom. Yes, they would become quite a trio. He just had to make sure Jack never found out about the blood on his family’s name.

“Are…you okay Captain?” Ah!…he’d forgotten Ridley was still in the room with him. Was he making faces again as he thought to himself?

“Er…yes, my apologies. I was just…thinking.” Ganz explained as he gave Ridley a sheepish look. The female knight slowly nodded her head, her eyebrow raised with mild concern, though Ganz felt it was less for his well being and more for the sake of her own sanity as she continue on under his wing.

“Is it about what Gonovitch said earlier?” She pressed, turning back to the open backpack she had just placed on her bed. “I don’t think Jack caught on. But even he’s not going to be oblivious forever.”

“I’m aware.” Ganz heaved a sigh as he plopped down into a nearby chair.

‘But how on earth do I tell someone that my father was the one who…’ His train of thought was cut off by the sound of the door slamming open. The sound had come as enough of a shock to almost make Ridley drop the small pastry box she has retrieved from her bag and nearly sent Ganz toppling sideways out of his seat.

“Look at this new sword I just bought!” Jack loudly proclaimed, waiving said weapon around for all of the two other people in the room to see. Thankfully the weapon was in it’s sheath, otherwise the blade surely would have left long slashes in the low ceiling and cut into one of the bed posts by now.

“That’s wonderful Master Jack. Please don’t swing it around so carelessly though.”

“Huh? Oh yeah, sorry. It’s my first sword that’s not the one the castle loaned me or the one that used to be my fathers. Guess I got a little too excited.” Jack explained, laughing to himself giddly by the end. Ganz flinched at the mention of Sir Cairn, something that unfortunately didn’t go unnoticed.

“Hey, you okay Captain? You’ve been jumpy since we met with that guy earlier.”

“Yes, yes! I’m fine, just impatient and excited for us to get on with the rest of our mission and show everyone what we’re capable of.” Ganz tries to put on an eager and convincing smile, but judging by the strange looks both of his subordinates are giving him, he thinks he’s gone a little too far and made it obvious he’s trying to hide something.

“Um, okay.”

Ganz breathes a sigh of relief when he thinks Jack has bought it. Oh if only he could be so fortunate.

“So anyway, did you know that dwarf guy from earlier? He said something about not seeing you since you were little.” Jack asked as he gave a few more experimental swings of his new sword, only begrudgingly stopping when Ridley’s behest to stop started to get on his nerves. Meanwhile Ganz’ mind raced for an answer to give.

“I suppose so. I-I honestly don’t remember. It’s been so long…”

“Did you like, come here with your parents or something?”

“Really? Were you not listening or something?” Ridley scoffed as she sat on her bed and opened the small cardboard box in her hands.

“Honestly, not really. I was too busy looking at all the gold that guy had laying around. Man he’s got a lot of money doesn’t he?”

The teens bickering faded into the background as Ganz lost himself in thought again. He really should tell Jack the truth. It would only be fair, especially if he didn’t even know about the circumstances surrounding Sir Cairn and Sir Gawain. After all, it would be rather deranged to force the boy to unknowingly work with the son of his father’s murderer. Oh and how he had been looking forward to working with Jack, even in the short time of them knowing each other it felt as though it was a meeting that was meant to be. A destiny for them to come together as their fathers had before them…maybe he was being to idyllic again. Either way, perhaps it was best to just come clean instead of waiting for the inevitable.

“Jack…” Both teens silenced and turned their attention to him as he approached the aforementioned brunette. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to say…"

“Oh, what’s up?”

Ganz tried to just spit it out, but he was at a loss for words. And really, what could he say? He couldn’t just crassly blurt it out. But was there really a polite and gentle way to really say it?

“You see…” On second thought, maybe the middle of a mission, miles away from home wasn’t actually the best place to unload this bit of drama. Oh dear, what could he say to save face and keep Jack from trying to press him for an answer.

“I uh…” he glanced at Ridley, hoping she would intervene, when his eyes caught sight of the cinnamon swirled and caramel coated pastry she had pinched between her fingers.

“Buns!” he blurted out without a second thought, blushing when he realized how odd that sounded out of context. Judging by the look on Jack’s face, he seemed to be equally as uncomfortable.

“Sticky buns!” He tried to clarify though it didn’t change the look he was being given. “You see the dwarves are just as well known for their uh, confections as they are for their metal work!”

“And you’ve been meaning to tell me this?”

“Yes, of course! That’s how good they are and I really, really, really…” Ganz gently nudged the boy closer and closer to the door as he spoke, an easy feat considering how put-off Jack appeared to be at the moment. “Really recommend you go hunt some down for us before it’s too late. Hopefully with luck, Lady Ridley didn’t grab one of the last ones.”

“Uh, o-okay Captain. I’ll go look, I guess.” Without further prompting, Jack fumbled for the door handle and slipped out as fast as humanly possible.

“You…do realize I brought this with me from the castle right?” Ridley asked after a long awkward silence.

“Yes.” Ganz sighed.

“Are the dwarves really known for making sweets?”

“Not at all. Please Lady Ridley, can we just drop it?”

“Well, I suppose you tried. It’ll be interesting to see how long it takes for him to realize there aren’t any bakeries here.” Ganz could clearly hear the repressed humor in the girls voice. A better tone than her usual condescending or aloof manner but it still did little to assuage the growing guilt he was starting to feel over sending Jack on a wild goose chase.

“Thank you for your understanding. Maybe when we get back I’ll tell him the truth? Maybe…” He had doubts he would though.

—

“Hey Captain! I found them!” The three occupants of the room; now including Clive, started as the door slammed open again.

“You did?” Ganz asked in shock, noting the large white box in Jack’s hands.

“Well kinda. I couldn’t find a bakery anywhere but when I asked this Brockle guy, he told me to come back in a few hours and he just had them. I think he made them maybe?”

“He musta. Ah can smell ‘em from here.” Clive said, taking a deep breath of air. “Ah, smells just like Ma’s bakin’”

“E-excellent Master Jack. I knew you’d pull through.” Ganz gave a sidelong glance to Ridley, who could only stare with wide eyes and perplexedly pursed lips.

“Well, I guess at the very least he’s good at finding things.” Ridley whispered.

“Yes, but this is rather unfortunate…”

“How so?”

“You see, I’m really not a fan of sweets.”

#Radiata stories #fanfiction #ask meme #Jack Russell #ganz rothschild #ridley silverlake #also clive was there for a second #Brockle bakes now puely because of a dice roll #hope you like that #also not really a pairing per say but i couldn't think of a light hearted story otherwise

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theroadyouchoose · 7 years

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Look at my Slate kids. Look at them all.

#luckshipping #plus #Brockling babies #gallery #what are you talking about I don't have issues #also this is really weird to look at #because their ages are vastly more different than they seem #they're all from different points in time

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magicmalcolm · 7 years

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Broccoli Lesley Navarre what are you doing in a Spider-Man fan game?

#brockle snar #random ass cameo #bat-man and the sacred stones #no i don't know why a spiderman fan game is named after bat-man #spider-man #peter parker #and by scoop he means slam #he used to do those you know

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deepcollectortastemaker-blog · 5 years

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#ricflairnetworth1985 ricflairnetworth2018 ricflairnetworth2000 ricflairhouse theundertakernetworth johncenanetworth hulkhogannetworth brockl

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feebledungeons · 4 years

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Feeble Vampires Updated!

Brockle has returned but in what state and at what price? With the Abbot defeated, the Party (minus one Werewolf) head back to the Winery; Tensions run high as blame and jealousy rear their heads; Will this party ever learn to get along?

#feeble vampires #curse of strahd #strahd #qq

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demonoflight · 4 years

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This week is Pokemon Fankid Week and I really wanted to participate because both Pokemon and fankids are subjects very close to my heart. The theme today is Family, so I’ll start with my largest Pokemon fankid family - Brock's! I decided to have him marry a Nurse Joy close to his age, because Nurse Joys are sweethearts and would easily fit in with Brock’s chosen profession as a Pokemon Doctor. Also, I wanted to play with the Brockling/Joyling gene spread, so to speak.

Preston (12 y/o), nicknamed Tony, is every bit as warm and compassionate as his parents. He is very knowledgeable about Pokemon, having helped his parents with first aid and caring routines since he could walk, and spends a lot of his free time learning more and getting excited about new findings. He is a responsible and loving older brother and always ready and willing to help his parents wrangle his siblings. He received his Wartortle as a Squirtle from good old Professor Oak, but only travels away from home during longer school vacations.

He doesn’t get romance whatsoever.

Larissa (9 y/o) is very outdoorsy and spends a lot of time looking for wild Pokemon to befriend and cool rocks to collect. Unlike her older brother, she’s a natural born romantic, though for now she mostly excitedly chats with her friends about which boys and girls from school are cute and how she’s definitely going to have a Galarian Ponyta themed wedding.

Jaden (7 y/o) is quiet, sweet, and absolutely adores baby Pokemon. She always requests to help her parents when they work with eggs, and loves feeding them and tending to their every need. She extended the same love and care to both her younger siblings and any of her many younger cousins. She was very excited to learn that Pokemon Egg Doctors exist.

Amber (4 y/o) possesses a motormouth and a passion for Pokemon battles. She can’t battle yet, but she watches all of her Uncle Forrest’s battles, and asks Uncle Ash endless questions whenever he comes to visit.

Mason (18 months) likes snuggling, putting Larissa’s rock collection in neat rows, playing hide and seek in Uncle Forrest’s Pokemon Gym, daddy’s rice balls, and not sitting in his high chair.

#pokemon #pokeani #fankid week #pkmn fankids #pokemon fankids #shai art

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chapmanrestoration · 4 years

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Antique William and Mary walnut floral and bird Marquertry longcase clock

This case come in for restoration with some damage to the base, the case needed new bun feet to be turned , the case appeared to be ok other than that the Marquertry had lost its colour. I didn’t know how bad until the old polish was cleaned from the surface and showed just how bad the Marquertry was

The few repairs were carried out to the oyster veneers on the sides. The broken glass was replaced due to the shrinking timber . Then I started to colour up the Marquertry. The background was done first then some polish was applying before starting to colour up the flowers and birds.

This was done during the polishing process adding colour until it looked ok .

The case was then waxed afterwards

The movement was bu Edward speakman

Edward Speakman is recorded in Loomes, Brian Clockmakers of Britain 1286-1700 as born in 1668 and apprenticed to his father, William, from 1682/3 to 1689, Edward then took his own apprentices, those being, Ezekiel Gurney in January 1692/92; John Buckel in August 1697; Thomas Brockles (son of Alborn Brockles of the parish of St. Andrew, Holborn, Middlesex, cloth worker); James Watts in March 1707/08. He is recorded as signing ‘The Oath of Allegiance’ back in 1697 and worked until his death in Christ Church Parish 1713.

•Examples of Edwards work can be found in the Victoria & Albert Museum.

His father William was active in the Clock Makers company, chosen Steward in 1682, "after much arguing," this was the first step towards higher office in the company. In September 1691 he was elected, along with Thomas Tompion, Joseph Knibb, William Young, Nathaniel Barrow and Joseph Windmills as an Assistant. All of these accepted their office with its obligations and entitlements. In 1698 he was elected warden and in 1701 the master (no doubt giving the customary bond of 500 pounds for the true execution of his office). Election to the mastership (see Brian Loomes, Early Clockmakers of Great Britain, p. 28) was according to their length of service, not on account of merit!! He last attended in 1710 and probably died soon after.

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philippmichelreichold · 5 years

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#review #scifi Infinity Engine by the luminous Neal Asher

A few inadequate words on the numinous Infinity Engine by the luminous Neal Asher {https://www.nealasher.co.uk/}

“I must unravel my past back to its beginning, and it’s to the beginning I will go next,”

My first Neal Asher story was Softly Spoke the Gabbleduck (Asimov's August 2005). {http://www.isfdb.org/cgi-bin/title.cgi?194825} Then came The Gabble (Asimov's, March 2006). I was fascinated and intrigued by the wonder and mystery of the Gabbleducks and everything about them. I'd been reading science fiction for forty years; so fascinating and intriguing me was no mean feat. Alien Archaeology{http://www.isfdb.org/cgi-bin/title.cgi?532693} (Asimov's June 2007) was the first Penny Royal story I read and it had not only a Gabbleduck, but also a rusty former ECS agent and an incredibly narcissistic and greedy treasure seeker. The fascination only deepened. I gleefully read the subsequent stories with Penny Royal, culminating in The Transformation Trilogy, which ties together the Prador, the Gabbleducks (we all know those are the Atheter, right?) and Penny Royal. There's also the shadow of a connection to Ian Cormac. {http://www.isfdb.org/cgi-bin/pe.cgi?38007}

Mr. Asher weaves a complex and intricate tale. He leads us, captivated, to the inevitable and inexorable yet unforeseen conclusion. The gradual unraveling of the past mixed with the fraught action of the present is riveting It is followed by the final revelation of the whole truth which has on me as great an impact as the final revelation in Sophie's Choice. It is in its own way as devastating. The climax of the story takes place at Panarchia, where Penny Royal's tale begins. So here at the end and the beginning, is where stand the dramatis personae.

"Meanwhile, over the years, it became apparent that Sverl was changing in some strange way." Sverl started as a contradiction- a Polity-hating, human-loathing Prador possessed of an overweening curiosity. (You! You readers of War Factory. You didn't really think Penny Royal was finished with Sverl, did you?) He ends as a much happier and better suited/fitted individual than he started. And he is something of a trailblazer for the Prador. I suspect more will follow in his foot prints, or rather, claw marks. (Sfolk is also happy with his new position.)

"no one had any idea what the Weaver's intentions now were." The Weaver is, as always, sitting in the catbird seat. He proves it is possible to achieve happiness, attain goals, and get what one wants, to the consternation of the Polity AI's, with some collaboration with Penny Royal. This involves a quid pro quo beneficial to all concerned, especially the reader. I wonder though if he isn't a bit lonely. Perhaps some more Atheter memstores will turn up.

"Welcome to the prison hulk the Tyburn. I am the Brockle and I am here to execute sentence on you." The Brockle, oh, the deliciously deranged and arrogant Brockle. Mr Asher had to create a suitable, a plausible antagonist, and so came the Brockle with his Penny Royal like shoaling and his ability to hijack the once again hapless Garotte, and his nearly unlimited ability to expand himself and his abilities. The Brockle is not only nemesis, but also foil to Penny Royal. There is an important difference between the two. Where Penny Royal's madness drives its genius, the Brockle's madness drives only his meanness. Playing Hotspur to Penny Royal's young prince Harry, Penny Royal is all the Brockle would like to be, only not in a thousand years.

"During the ensuing three periods of waking, Trent thought about his past, wished he could change it but accepted he couldn't." Trent Sorbel, erstwhile soulless tyro and basic sadistic criminal thug, has like the Tin Man, been in need of a heart. In the end he has grown one through his shepherding of the shell people and his love for three particular shell people. He has redeemed himself, Penny Royal just provided the setting.

"Blite and the crew were a strange lot" Speaking of hapless, poor Blite and his crew have been dragged along by Penny Royal through the thickest thickets in the briar patch, the Graveyard, and beyond. In the end he and his crew are no longer a blight on the Polity and well, you'll see.

"On Masada, Penny Royal had provided me with intimate evidence of its own guilt, so my role seemed to be that of executioner." Riss and Spear have at last completed their tasks as Penny Royal's chosen instruments. They are in a position to leave The War and Penny Royal in the past and move on into their futures. Through the spine entrusted to Spear, we/they learn the whole story of Room 101, Penny Royal, and events on and around Panarchia. The story speaks volumes about the exigencies of war, decisions made by leaders safely at the rear, the disposability of those at the sharp end, and how we/all societies have treated our veterans. The task chosen by Penny Royal for Spear was to execute him or forgive him for his role at Panarchia and all that followed. As for the rest, well that's our play, and it wouldn't want us to give it away.

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vagabondageautourdesoi · 5 years

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Une urgence s’expose à Paris sur quatre étages ! Ce sont les hurlements de Jean-Michel Basquiat ! Des cris de rage et de colère qui n’en finissent pas de nous alerter ! Les œuvres s’étalent, nombreuses, beaucoup, trop quand-même, et semble exprimer la même fureur.

Un jeune homme qui se veut artiste et crée dans l’urgence car il se sait mortel !

Photographie de l’exposition

L’espace à la Fondation est contraint et biscornu : de grandes salles mais aussi des étages, de partout ! On croit avoir fini et il y a en encore ! 120 tableaux, en général de grand taille, qui nécessiteraient plus d’heures de visite que ne peut en fournir une concentration lambda ! De nombreuses œuvres pour la première fois exposées qui viennent pour beaucoup de collections privées. Sa production est immense. En huit années, Basquiat a fait 1000 tableaux et 2000 dessins. C’est donc une œuvre exceptionnelle et grandiose !

Crowns (Peso Neto) 1981

Et, d’un coup, on est en “overdose”, on n’en peut plus de ce cri qui s’expose avec des cartels qui ne répondent pas toujours à la curiosité du visiteur !

En 2015, le Musée d’Art Moderne consacrait une première rétrospective; que j’avais vu, le révélant au public français (350 000 visiteurs). C’était aussi une explosion !

Ici, l’accrochage ne tient pas compte de l’ordre chronologique, même si elle commence par ces tableaux de 1981 où son accident de voiture prend place dans son œuvre. L’exposition s’ouvre sur une première salle où trois tableaux représentants des têtes s’exposent.

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Cette évolution résume la présentation de cette exposition. Une transgression s’expose et à force de dénoncer, cet artiste s’abîme dans les contraintes contradictoires de son époque (le racisme – le multiculturalisme – l’opposition Dieu/Diable -etc.).

Et, pourtant, premier artiste se revendiquant noir, alors qu’il est métis, il bouleverse les codes de l’art qu’il a découvert avec sa mère à courir les musées dans sa jeunesse en les réinvestissant.

Irony of a Negro Policeman – 1981

Né en 1960 à Brockling NY, il passe le pont après sa rupture avec son père d’origine Haïtienne. Sa mère est d’origine portoricaine dorénavant malade.

Al Diaz, un ami d’enfance avec qui SAMO est devenu un nom dit “Son père était un tyran”. Sa mère suite à un accident de la route à offert à son fils de sept ans le livre “Greys Anatomy “. Il se dirige vers l’East Side de Manhattan où immeubles abandonnés et insalubres pullulent.

Habillé de son long manteau en laine noire, Jean-Michel Basquiat hante les rues de la ville le jour, et la nuit, les clubs comme celui du Mudd Club où il joue de la musique, écrit des poèmes et s’essaye à ce qu’on appellera le Street-Art ou il élit domicile dans la rue lorsqu’il ne peut pas profiter d’un lit partagé. Il a 17 ans !

Sans titre – (Blue Airplane) – 1981 – Collection privée

Son univers mélange les mythologies sacrées du vaudou et de la Bible en même temps que la bande dessinée, la publicité et les médias, les héros afro-américains de la musique et de la boxe, et l’affirmation de sa négritude. Il définit ainsi une contre-culture urbaine, underground, violente et anarchique, pétrie de liberté et de vitalité. Dossier de presse- Musée d’Art Moderne – Exposition 2010/2011

Jean-Michel Basquiat pique ses influences de partout. Il commence avec un marqueur puis arrive la bombe qui va sur n’importe quel support, horizontal ou vertical. Il côtoie Keith Yaring à qui il laissera le graffiti comme moyen d’expression. Car, au milieu des années 70 jusqu’aux années 80, la ville de New-York est vampirisée par des artistes de rues.

Ephemera – Keith Haring – 1979

– Comment ça va ?

– SAMO (Same old shite) pouvait-on répondre ce qui signifie “la routine”, “rien de neuf”

Jean-Michel Basquiat et son ami Al Diaz, remplissent la ville de cette expression en y ajoutant une couronne et le c de copywrite entouré qui resteront sa signature tout au long de son œuvre. Avec SAMO, il invente un art composé de phrases, de formules poétiques qui inondent les murs à partir de 1978.

«SAMO© AS A NEO ART FORM»

«SAMO© AS AN END TO MINDWASH RELIGION,

NOWHERE POLITICS, AND BOGUS PHILOSOPHY» («SAMO©)

SAMO, c’est la fin des religions laveuses de cerveau, des politiques menant nulle part et des philosophies bidon».

En 1978, est annoncé sur les murs : “SAMO©IS DEAD»

Crowns (Peso Neto) 1981

Paul Schimmel, conservateur de musée raconte qu’en 1981 Jean-Michel Basquiat avec ses dreadlocks faisait sensation en peignant à même le trottoir avec son radio-cassette au son de Charlie Parker poussé à fond. La propriétaire de la galerie jouait les rabatteuses en encourageant tout le monde a venir le voir.

Sans titre (Prophet I) 1981/1982

Détail de Sans titre (Prophet I) 19081/1982

Au cours d’une soirée, on met enfin un visage sous un nom, c’est le beau et jeune visage de Jean-Michel Basquiat au charisme important. Au gré de ses rencontres, il peut utiliser une cave ou une pièce où il commence à combiner peintures et poésies toujours en musique.

Il crée des cartes qu’il vend dans la rue. Il aperçoit Andy Warhol dans un café. Avec un culot monstre, il entre et lui en propose une. Peu après, il décide de faire “mourir” SAMO pour devenir Jean-Michel Basquiat, l’artiste.

“C’est en observant que j’ai appris l’Art ” Jean-Michel Basquiat

La série Prophet renouvelle l’art du portrait que l’on retrouve tout au long de son œuvre : l’ovale du visage, le nez géométrique, les yeux écarquillés et les dents comme un quadrillage soulignés par diverses couches de peinture et un trait gras. C’est la période où il vit chez Annina Nosei et compose dans sa cave. Ses toiles vont commencer à s’exposer (New-York dans la galerie d’Annina – Los Angeles Larry Gargosian Gallery).

“Si j’étais un blanc, on dirait que je suis en résidence ”

Jean-Michel Basquiat lorsqu’il peignait dans la cave de sa galeriste Annina.

C’est à la fois une découverte stupéfiante et aussi l’arrivée de la consécration.

Arroz con Pollo – 1981

C’est un plat portoricain. Un clin d’œil à sa mère, certainement ! Ce tableau sera exposé avec une vingtaine d’autres à la Documenta 7 de Dusseldorf en 1982 où il est le plus jeune artiste exposé au côté d’artistes confirmés Andy Warhol, Cy Towly mais aussi d’autres plus jeunes comme Keith Haring.

Sans titre – 1982

Le thème de la dualité reste une figure majeure dans son œuvre : opposer la figure du Christ à celle du diable, se faire affronter noir et blanc, opposer ses personnages, opposer le rite de la religion officielle et celle du vaudou, etc.

Basquiat commence à écrire avant de vendre ses tableaux. Une première expo est organisée à Los Angeles avec Carnassian où il séjourne de temps en temps. Lorsqu’il se sépare d’Anita, il vend ses œuvres directement et est souvent payé en drogue.

Cassius Clay – 1982

Cette toile est clouée sur un cadre de bois à la gloire du boxeur américain.

Baby Boum – 1982 – Collection privée -États-Unis

Santos versus Second Avenue – 1982 – Collection privée –

Crédit : Lee Jaffe

“Séduits par son style néo-expressionniste, ils le considéraient comme un artiste sauvage et restaient indifférents au contenu de ses œuvres, pourtant brutal” Dieter Buchhart, un des commissaires.

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“Autodidacte de génie avec une fulgurance créative peinture intuitive toujours avec la musique et avait plusieurs tableaux en route qu’il peignait en même temps.” Phoebe Hoban, “Jean- Michel Basquiat – 1960/1988”

Sans titre – 1982 – Collection particulière –

“Murs de têtes” tel qu’ont été présenté les dessins à la Robert Miller Gallery. Sur ce mur s’exprime la révolte de l’artiste contre le conformisme, sa méfiance vis à vis de la consécration et son succès grandissant et son intérêt pour l’anatomie.

The Field Next to the other Road – 1981 –

Les commissaires de l’exposition font un parallèle avec le travail de Jean Dubuffet. En tout cas, c’est la première fois que l’on voit une figure humaine sur pied.

Boy and Dog in a Johnnypump – 1982 –

“Johnnypump” est un mot d’argot pour désigner les bouches d’incendie de NY. Comme dans certains quartiers, des jeunes les ouvrent l’été. On pense que le personnage est un auto-portrait.

Portrait de Jean-Michel Basquiat – 1983 – Lee Jaffe Photographe –

Le racisme est très prégnant dans l’Amérique du moment ! Mickael Steward, artiste graphiste afro-américain, meurt roué de coup par la police le 28 septembre 1983. En 1985, Keth Yaring s’insurge contre les policiers qui sortent acquittés du tribunal. Il compose le tableau “La violence raciale”. Pour Jean-Michel Basquiat, il commence à composer ses têtes de morts qu’il inonde dans ses tableaux. Il faut comprendre la lutte de l’époque où Madonna et keith Jaring se sont financièrement investis dans ce procès.

Obnoxious Liberals – 1982

Basquiat reprend l’image biblique de Samson (l’esclave) sous la forme d’un homme enchaîné entre deux colonnes blanches. Ses cheveux ont été rasés du coup, cet homme est affaibli. L’homme au chapeau marron représente le capitalisme avec ses décorations en dollars. Celui en noir incarne le marchand d’esclaves. Sur lui, est écrit “pas à vendre”.

Offensive orange – 1982

Museum Sécurity ( Broadway Meltdown) – 1983

Basquiat utilise un procédé proche du Sampling, en piochant et réagissant à ses idées en incorporant des mots, qu’il biffe pour attirer plus facilement le regard du visiteur. Il se rapproche ainsi de ses aînés comme Cy Townly ou Joseph Beuys et crée des listes reproduisant des mots, des faits et des schémas issus de domaines scientifiques divers.

Grillo – 1984

L’artiste multiplie les références aux formes et aux cultes d’origine africaine en les confrontant à ses propres références utilisant le collage de photocopies.

il suit une cure de désintoxication à Hawaï, séjouir pendant lequel il ne peut composer. De retour, il retrouve ses démons.

Mary Gore marchande d’art à New York le reprend. Il rencontre de nouveau Andy Warhol et décide de faire des polaroids ensemble.

Brown Spots (Portrait of Andy Warhol ) 1984

Ce tableau est comme un témoignage affectueux du rôle qu’a joué Andy Warhol dans la carrière de Basquiat. Il reprend l’image de la banane qui représente le Velvet Underground et la coiffe d’une perruque auquel l’artiste devait tenir !

Un jour, Basquiat choisit de ne pas déjeuner et s’isole pour composer un tableau qu’il propose le jour même à son nouvel ami…. Bluffé, il dit “Je suis jaloux. Il est plus rapide que moi”. L’artiste va faire décoller la carrière du plus jeune.

Dos Cabazas – 1983

Entre 1984 et 1985, Andy Warhol et Basquiat ont crée près de 200 œuvres communes. Qui a profité de qui ?

A la mort de Warhol en 1987, Basquiat est inconsolable.

Negro Period – 1986

Antony Clarke – 1985

Antony Clarke est un gaffeur connut sous le nom “A-one”. Basquiat utilise des matériaux de récupération.

Sans titre – 1986

Une dernière expo est organisée en 1988 comme une prophétie de sa mort (Overdose)

Riding with Death – 1988

Sources :

Arte – La rage créative – Jean-Michel Basquiat

France Culture – Jean-Michel Basquiat – L’Art et la matière.

Dossier de presse – Basquiat – Musée d’Art Moderne

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[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (76/?)

Continuity Note: About 1000 years before the events of Dragon Ball Z.

[7 March 234 Before Age. Nat-Chezz II.]

"Saiyan maggot!" Ünderlyne snarled. "Have you learned nothing from the defeat of your kin? Your power doesn’t begin to compare to ours!"

"I’ve noticed," Luffa said, smiling excitedly. "I sensed the two of you from orbit. Very impressive. Let’s do this."

Nat-Chezz II had fallen to a pair of alien invaders less than twenty-four hours ago. The fighters who had pledged to defend the planet had failed. Stryquethru and Ünderlyne seemed to be completely unbeatable, to the point where surrender had been the only sane option. The pair wasted no time in celebrating their bloodless conquest by staging a ball in the palace of the Chezzi King.

And then Luffa arrived to confront them.

"Have a care, Saiyan!" Ünderlyne warned. "The power we possess will reduce you to a cinder! Beg for our mercy, or we shall annihilate you instantly!"

"Maybe you don't understand how this works," Luffa said. She balled her fists and threw back her head as she transformed. Like all Saiyans, Luffa had dark hair and a tail covered in brown fur. These suddenly changed to a luminescent yellow, and her eyes flashed as they became a menacing shade of bright green. She extended her arm toward the couch the invaders were sitting on, and pointed at each of them.

"I'm going to fight you now," she said with a twisted grin. Get up and let's get down to business!"

They looked at each other and exchanged confused looks. At last Ünderlyne said: "Perhaps this Saiyan does not realize the full extent of our power, my lady. We must summon our full might to show just how far beyond her we truly are!"

Luffa was growing impatient. "No, I get it, you're both stronger than me. I'm excited, really. Let's hurry up and fight. If you don't mind, I'd like to take you on one at a time. You know, just to make this last longer. But if you're more comfortable working as a team, I can adjust."

Stryquethru was visibly disturbed to hear this. "What is wrong with you? You admit we're stronger, yet you still want to fight us?!"

"Okay, enough of this crap," Luffa said. "I was hoping you two were just as anxious to test your powers as I am, but it doesn't really matter. I'm going to start hitting you as hard as I can. If I were you, I'd start thinking about hitting back."

With that, she started to yell, gathering her power as her aura raged like a tempest. Most of the people in the hall ran for their lives, while a few took cover and looked on in terror.

And then suddenly, Luffa stopped yelling, and she drew back her fist. "Ready or not!" she shouted.

"No! Wait! I give up!" Stryquethru cried.

"You what?" Luffa asked.

Stryquethru got up from the sofa and fell to her knees. "You win! We give up! Don't kill us!"

"Stryquethru, don't be a fool!" Ünderlyne scolded. "This Saiyan is only bluffing!"

"But what if she's not?!" Stryquethru asked. "If she's really this powerful..."

"It matters not, my pet!" Ünderlyne said. "For we are stronger still! This Saiyan won't dare attack us--ARRRRRGH!"

Without warning, a bolt of green light burst through one of the large, stained glass windows of the hall, and struck Ünderlyne somewhere beneath the folds of her black cloak. She fell off the sofa and started twitching.

"I told her to stay out of this," Luffa muttered. "Sorry about that. My wife is kind of over-protective. I told her I was going to fight you two and she got a little nervous. I guess it was because you were so much stronger than... wait a minute."

She looked down at Stryquethru, as though seeing her for the first time. "What happened to your ki?" she asked. "It's like you turned into a wimp all of a sudden."

"Please, spare us!" Stryquethru whined. "It was all a deception! We have the ability to manipulate ki perception! That way we make ourselves appear to be more powerful than we really are, and our opponents don't dare to challenge us."

Luffa considered this for a moment as she looked at Ünderlyne convulsing on the floor. Then she gently tapped her finger against Stryquethru's shoulder, and she collapsed, clutching her arm in agony.

"You're telling the truth!" Luffa said. "You idiots! I was ready to come at you with my full power! I could have killed you!"

"Wuh-we never expected any...one to call our bluff!" Ünderlyne whimpered. "Our illusion makes us seem unbeatable! Who would want to fight a superior opponent with no hope of winning?!"

Luffa opened her mouth to answer. She wanted to say that any proud Saiyan would eagerly accept the challenge, even at the risk of death. Then she remembered that there had been other Saiyans to greet these invaders, and they had apparently given up without a fight.

So instead she said nothing, and went to find the Chezzi king to inform him that his planet had been saved.

*******

[8 March 234 Before Age. Nat-Chezz II.]

"If any of you had thrown a single punch at either of them," Luffa said, "you would have exposed their trick instantly! Those women weren't invaders, they were con artists. Tricksters!"

In spite of her disappointment in them, she had cooked a meal for the group, and was now serving it to them while she critiqued their performance. They took the food and ate, but none of them seemed to relish the experience, and no one was in a hurry to speak up.

"Hijik," Luffa said. "I would have thought you would have caught on. You've been accusing me of being an impostor Super Saiyan. The king tells me you were convinced that Stryquethru and Ünderlyne were me and Zatte in disguise! You're just about the most suspicious man I've ever met, but you didn't see through this?"

Hijik shrugged without looking at her. "They were so strong," he said. "And they weren't going to hurt us. I figured there was nothing to lose."

"Nothing to lose?!" Luffa snapped. "What about your pride as a warrior?! They were going to use you all as breeding stock!"

Hijik shook his head. "I should have known they didn't mean it. All you women are alike. You make demands, tease us with the promise of sex, but you always find a way to back out at the last minute."

Luffa grabbed him by the throat and yanked him out of his chair. Before he could react, she struck him in the torso several dozen times, then tossed him to the ground.

"Get the hell off this planet," she said. "I've had enough of your paranoid fantasies. You're a waste of Saiyan blood."

Hijik coughed as he recovered from Luffa's beating. He looked up at her bitterly, as if to remind her that the feeling was mutual. Then he leaped into the air and flew away.

Zaperc watched him go, but said nothing.

"Is that it then?" Lesseri asked. "You're firing us? I think I'd rather skip the lecture then, if that's all right with you, Supe."

"You didn't even show up to face them, Lesseri," Luffa growled. "You sent Vigurd to prep the ship so you two could abandon your comrades and your duty to this planet!"

"I only had one 'duty', sister," Lesseri said with a laugh. "And I did it. Helping you losers tackle a pair of aliens was never part of my plan."

"The Chezzi forensics team found traces of explosives in the wreckage," Luffa said. "Vigurd's death was no accident. You're going to tell me why you did it, or I'll pull the answers out of your mind. Your choice."

Lesseri laughed again. "Why should I keep it a secret?" she said. "Yeah, I killed Vigurd. I've been plotting to kill her for years. I only joined this outfit so I could get close to her and find the right opportunity. I was afraid you might save her, Luffa, but then you and your wife went on that trip to Tingi V, and I knew I had my chance. The invasion made it perfect. I knew Vigurd would be in too big a hurry to escape. She'd never bother waiting for the rest of us, and she'd certainly never think to run a pre-flight sensor check for any hazardous substances on board.

Zaperc hung his head as he listened to her confession. Lesseri seemed to enjoy his reaction. "That's right, old man. I never cared about your stupid movement. I doubt Vigurd did either. She was a coward who probably only threw in with you because it was easier than going it alone."

"You talk about cowardice, Lesseri," Luffa said, "but I notice you didn't bother to challenge Vigurd to a fair fight."

Lesseri laughed again. "I wanted to kill her, not defeat her," she said. "If I had challenged and lost, she might have killed me first, or run away before I could get my chance to finish her off. I didn't want her to realize what I was up to until it was too late."

"Why?" Luffa asked. "What did Vigurd ever do to you?"

Lesseri looked her straight in the eye and smiled. "You heard what she said before. About how she abandoned her brats at a gestation facility. As I recall, you didn't approve of that very much."

"I don't," Luffa said coldly. "But that's no reason to kill--"

"I was one of the brats," Lesseri said with a snort. "She thought they were twin boys, but we were actually girls, which shows how little she cared. She had no idea I was her daughter, and I made sure to keep it that way right up to the end."

Luffa was speechless, which seemed to make the moment even more enjoyable for Lessri. "Nothing to say, Super Saiyan? You don't have some snappy lecture about the honor of motherhood? Vigurd left me to fend for myself, and I made sure she died the same way I grew up: confused and alone. I betrayed Zaperc, and you, and this planet, but so what? It all worked out in the end anyway. So go ahead! Beat me to a pulp! Kill me! Do whatever your old fashion morality tells you! I've got my satisfaction, and I was prepared to die for it, so do whatever you think is best."

Lesseri leaned back in her seat and put her hands behind her head as she waited, but Luffa didn't move. She glared at Lesseri, but took no action.

"Fine," Lesseri said. She stood up and started to walk away from the group. "I'll take that as my cue to leave. Thanks for your help, everyone."

Luffa waited until she was gone, then regained her composure. "Where's Jikama?" she asked.

"You're just letting her go?" Brockle asked.

"Where's Jikama?" Luffa repeated.

"No worries!" Bodi said as he adjusted his sunglasses. "Jikama contacted us last night. He had a meeting with the Chezzi King, but promised to be here as soon as he could."

Luffa held out her hands in resignation. "Fine. Fine. Let's talk about you, Bodi. You tried to get the invasion rescheduled until the night of the full moon."

"Uh... they didn't agree to my terms," he said.

"Would you like to walk into my fist next week, Bodi?" Luffa asked. "Would lunchtime work for you?"

He seemed to take her point, and tugged at the collar of his blue tunic.

"I haven't turned into a giant Ape in years," Luffa said. "It might not be safe for me to use the form anymore, but more importantly, a lot of planets don't have moons big enough to trigger the transformation! And the ones that do aren't reliable either! You might have to wait months or even years for a full moon, and then a cloudy sky could ruin everything!"

"It's worked well--" Bodi began to say, but Luffa cut him off.

"In setpiece battles!" she said. "When you've got hundreds of individually weaker enemies to mow down. Then you can play cat-and-mouse, and lure them into a position where you can overwhelm them in the Oozaru form."

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully and smiled. "Very well," he said. "For the next invasion, we should get an army to land on Nat-Chezzi! Then I'll show the ladies just what Bodi can really do!"

"You still don't get it!" Luffa said. "You're here to defend a single planet! You don't get the luxury of picking who to fight, or where, or when! That's the whole challenge, Bodi!"

"I see," Bodi said. He had said the same thing the last seven times someone had explained it to him. Luffa was beginning to think would never understand. She wanted to kick him out of the group, but she wasn't really sure that he was ever really in the group to begin with. Sooner or later he'd just move on, so she resolved to ignore him.

Besides, there wasn't much of a group left to kick Bodi out of. All she had left were Zaperc, his son Brockle, and Jikama.

"This is a waste of time," Luffa said. "I can't help these people, Zaperc."

"The fault is mine, Luffa," Zaperc said. "I accepted whatever followers I happened to find, but at the time I was basing my teachings on The Luffa Way. Now that I know the book is a fraud, and now that I've trained with the real you--!"

"You think other Saiyans will flock to your movement?" Luffa asked. "Don't be ridiculous. You failed just as badly as the others. You were so worried about your son's safety that you forgot to fight." She gestured to Brockle. "And he takes all his cues from you, apparently. You talk tough, Brockle, but only if your dad thinks you can win."

Brockle crossed his arms and looked away from Luffa like a petulant child.

"Luffa," Zaperc asked. "Could I speak to you alone?"

*******

Inside the mansion the Saiyans had been using for a base, Luffa took a seat in front of Zaperc's desk. "All right, spit it out, Zaperc," she said.

"I want to apologize for my son. He's been very insolent towards you and your woman."

"Accepted," Luffa said.

"You probably think I coddle the boy," he said. "That I should have taught him some manners before he became too strong for me to handle."

Luffa rolled her eyes. "He's not the rudest Saiyan I've ever met, Zaperc. "Thought that isn't saying much. He's only called me a whore twice."

"You must understand that he's very special," Zaperc said.

"Of course. He's your son."

"No, it's more than that. He had a tremendous potential since the day he was born. I've always known that he was destined to do great things. That is why I've devoted my life to supporting his development into a mighty warrior. That is why I wanted him to learn from you."

"Is there a point to this, Zaperc?" Luffa asked.

"I would ask you to teach my son your power," he said in a reverent tone.

"What?"

"Your transformation," he said. "I want you to make him into a Super Saiyan."

"That's... that's ridiculous!" Luffa said. "I've been trying to teach him this whole time. The Shiei Fist, remember? He won't listen to me."

"That's because what he really wants to know is how to be what you are," Zaperc said. "Invincible. Unbeatable. The ultimate warrior."

"He thinks I'm a freak," she said. "But if he could do it, suddenly that makes it okay?"

"If you can show him how to become a Super Saiyan," Zaperc said, "then you could teach others! The Saiyans would have to acknowledge you then! They would hail you as a hero who showed them the road to even greater glory!"

She stood up and began to pace around the room. "I don't even know if it can be taught," she said. "It's not like the Galick Gun. It's not a technique I developed and refined. It just... happened."

"You're a fighting genius," Zaperc said. "And you've had this ability for at least three years. Surely you've gained some insight that can be passed on."

"What about the legends?" Luffa asked. "Chanisp and Old Darbock and the rest. If I can show someone how to do it, then why didn't they?"

"Perhaps they lacked the right student," Zaperc suggested.

"Your son won't listen to me," Luffa said. "I doubt he'd listen to Chanisp, for that matter. Why should I waste my time?"

"Think of the possibilities," Zaperc pleaded. "You have no rival in the universe. Even if you find another warrior to challenge you, you'll just overcome him as you surpassed the Shockmaster, and you'll be back where you started. But if there were other Super Saiyans, constantly working to surpass you..."

Luffa closed her eyes and made a rather wistful smile. "It'd be something, wouldn't it?" she asked. "All right, maybe it's worth a try. I'll need some time to think this through. I have no idea how to put it into words."

"Of course. Brockle and I will await your summons."

*******

"I knew we couldn’t beat them head on," Jikama said. "Even if we all worked together, so I started gathering supplies and preparing for an underground resistance."

Zatte looked up and down the walls of the cavern and made a low whistle. "Very impressive, Jikama. You’d still have a long way to go, but this is a great start for just one afternoon of work."

"I dug this one in a hurry," he said. "I figured everyone would he so busy fighting that they wouldn’t stop to wonder what I was doing using my ki out here in the middle of nowhere. Once I had the tunnels laid out the way I wanted, I headed for the mansion and grabbed as many supplies as I could find."

"Luffa will be impressed," Zatte said.

Jikama smiled. "No, she probably won’t," he said, "but it’s nice of you to say so."

"Yeah, but this reminds me a lot of the story she told me of the last Super Saiyan, Chanisp," Zatte said. He found a place to train in secret, and finally turned the tables on his enemies."

"Maybe so," Jikama said, "but I’ll probably never be that strong. I’ll keep trying to get there, but until I do, I’m better off using my head, like you showed me."

"Well, for what it’s worth, I think we’re leaving Nat-Chezz II in good hands," she said. "Unless you’re planning to run off and join another gang of Saiyans."

"I think I’ve had enough of outer space," he said. "I only went looking for Saiyans because of my father."

"You were trying to find him?" she asked.

"No, he died in a battle not long after I born," he said. "I never knew him. I sort of hoped that if I lived with other Saiyans, went on the kinds of adventures Saiyans have, that I’d understand him better."

He looked around at the cavern. "Zatte, can I ask you something? You know Saiyans pretty well, right? From living with Luffa, I mean."

"I wouldn’t call myself an expert," Zatte said. "But I know a few things, sure."

"Do you think my father would be proud of me?" he asked. "If he could see me now."

She screwed up her face as she tried to formulate an answer. "I don’t know," she finally said. "Luffa killed her own father after he betrayed her. Then again, Zaperc seems pretty supportive of Brockle. I think it really depends on the person, but the bar seems pretty low, at least the way I see it."

"Yeah," Jikama said. "It doesn’t matter anyway. Everything I’ve accomplished, all the things I’m going to do, well, they were for me as much as they were for him. I’m going to protect this planet and my mother’s people, no matter what anyone else would think about it."

Zatte patted him on the shoulder.

*******

Hours later, Luffa met with Zaperc and Brockle on the peak of a mountain. "You want me to teach your son to become a Super Saiyan?" she said. "Are you sure you know what you’re asking?"

"Yes!" Zaperc said. "Please."

Luffa balled up her fists and transformed. The golden aura raged around her body like an otherworldly storm. Her cold green eyes stared at Brockle as though gazing directly into his soul.

"What about it, boy?" she said. "Is this what you want? It’s not just power, you know. Once you cross the threshold, nothing will ever be quite the same."

Brockle looked to his father, then back to Luffa. "I...I’m ready!" he said.

"You’ll have to suffer for this, Brockle!" she warned him. "You’ll have to pay a terrible price to become what I am. They didn't write about that in any damn book."

"Anything!" he shouted. "I’ll do whatever you ask!"

"Your father," she said in a low voice. "He will have to die."

"Wh-what?!" Zaperc gasped.

Brockle snorted as he turned towards him. He raised his hand and charged it with his ki. Zaperc was too stunned to defend himself.

"Then so be it!" Brockle laughed. He brought down his hand with blinding speed, and with a destructive force sufficient to tear through solid steel.

And then it stopped, just short of Zaperc’s neck. There, Luffa had blocked Brockle’s strike with a single finger.

"Stand down, boy," she said.

"What?!" Brockle asked. "What are you--?!"

Luffa frowned at him. "I told you to stand down."

"But I did what you told me!" Brockle whined. "You were testing me! To see if I would really do it!"

"And you failed," Luffa said grimly. "Now power down, before I--"

"I did what you told me, you stupid bitch!" he howled. "You said I had to kill this useless dolt, and I would have, if you hadn’t stopped me!"

Zaperc backed away from them. He wasn’t sure what was happening, but he could tell that Brockle was making things worse. "Son, don’t--"

But Brockle was too angry to listen to anyone now. "You’re afraid, aren’t you?!" he growled, pointing his finger accusingly at Luffa’s face. "You know that if I had the secret I’d surpass you! And I would! I’d beat you, and then I’d show you what a real Super Saiyan can--"

In a flash, Luffa had taken his arm and twisted it behind his back into a hammerlock. Brockle wailed in agony as she cinched the hold.

"Oh, I’m just terrified," Luffa said.

Brockle tried to hit her with his free arm, but Luffa’s body was so small that he couldn’t get reach her. As she was strong enough to maintain the hold with only one hand, Luffa used the other to torque Brockle’s wrist, adding to his torment.

He wailed in pain.

"So this is what a real Super Saiyan can do," she said. "I had no idea this world even existed."

Brockle's shoulder blade was scraping against his rib cage, but the sound was drowned out by his pathetic cries.

"Don’t hurt me, Brockle," Luffa said coldly. "I beg you."

He squealed as she applied more pressure. Then she suddenly released his arm and wrapped her arms around his waist. Before he could react, she pulled him backward, launching him over her body and releasing him as he collided with the ground. So great was the impact that Brockle’s body had formed a crater.

Luffa rose to her feet and pointed at him. "When he wakes up, you tell him to think long and hard before he ever faces me again," she said to Zaperc. "Because the next time he pisses me off, I’ll kill him."

She snapped her fingers to indicate how easily she could carry out her threat.

"I don’t understand!" Zaperc said.

"I can’t teach your son," Luffa said. "That’s all there is to it. I had to figure out what it was that made me this way, and it's not something I can teach. It's not something he can learn."

"But why not?" Zaperc asked. "Please, at least tell me that!"

Luffa looked down at Brockle. "I can’t teach him to become a Super Saiyan, because to do that I’d have to kill you," she said. "I’d have to torture you to death while he watches, completely unable to stop me."

Zaperc took a deep breath. "You said I must die, but when he tried to kill me you stopped him."

"Because he thought I wanted a sacrifice," Luffa said. "That’s not it at all. The point is that he has to experience a loss so heartfelt and painful that his body will have no choice but to transform."

"But he was already humiliated by Styquethru and Ünderlyne," Zaperc said.

"I’m not talking about pride," Luffa shouted. "If all it took was a wounded ego and a dead parent, every Saiyan male in the universe would have ascended a long time ago!" She pointed at her face. "Look at me! Do you think I tried to turn into this thing? That I just did a bunch of pushups and tensed up a certain spot on my back?! No."

"Then what was it?" Zaperc asked. "What did you have that Brockle lacks?"

"Compassion," Luffa said.

"What?!" Zaperc was so confused now that he started to laugh. "That makes no sense!"

"I didn’t understand it either at first," Luffa admitted. "I had already been defeated, already suffered a lot worse than Brockle ever has, but it wasn’t until I was worried about someone else... And then I remember becoming furious at myself for being so helpless."

"Then that’s why you’ve been protecting planets all over the galaxy!" Zaperc said. "To become even stronger!"

"No, I do it because it’s the only way I can find a worthwhile challenge," Luffa said. "And also because I know what it’s like to be helpless. I sympathize with people like the Chezzi. I was hoping that maybe you could learn to sympathize with them too, but I was wrong."

"No!" Zaperc said. "It can still work! I was right to come here, Luffa. I was imitating your methods without knowing their purpose, but now I see! Once I explain it to Brockle, I’m sure he can--"

Luffa snarled and waved her arm, pushing Zaperc away with the force of her ki. "Don’t you get it?!" she shouted. "Brockle doesn’t care about this planet or its people! He never cared. He doesn’t care about anyone or anything but himself! He’d kill you just for a chance to have this power, but that’s not how it works."

Her hands started to tremble. She turned away from Zaperc and crossed her arms tightly to steady them.

"He’s so ruthless that he’d kill his own father, even though you’ve spent your whole life trying to support him. If your death wouldn’t stir those emotions inside him, then I don't know what will. I can’t teach him, Zaperc. No one can."

"One of the others then," Zaperc suggested, desperate to find a solution. "Perhaps Bodi is soft-hearted enough to--"

"Even if he were," Luffa said. "I’d have to hurt him in a way I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy. Brockle might have been willing to kill you, Zaperc, but I’m not. You remind me too much of my own father... or at least the man I wanted him to be."

She started to walk away, and Zaperc moved to follow her. Heedless of the danger, he reached out and grabbed Luffa by the arm.

"Luffa, please!" he begged. "You can’t just keep this secret to yourself! Think of our people! The Saiyan race could do incredible things with your power!"

Luffa looked at him sadly, then shook her head. "Take care of your boy, Zaperc," she said. "He should learn to be worthy of the power he already has. That should keep you both occupied for a while."

She shook him loose, and then flew away, leaving him with far more questions than answers.

*******

Luffa wasted little time making her departure from Nat-Chezz. She boarded her star-yacht, confirmed Zatte’s presence on board, and ordered the ship’s computer to lift off and set course for the nearest starport. Then she went to the hot tub on the observation deck. She removed her boots, but didn’t bother undressing any further before immersing herself up to her nose in hot water.

Just as she was beginning to forget her troubles, Zatte entered the room.

“Well look who dropped in,” she said in an icy voice. Luffa suddenly found herself wishing she lived on a much larger starship. In another galaxy.

They had argued for most of the previous night. Their return trip from Tingis V had been fraught with complications, and the invasion they had found on Nat-Chezz had strained their morale further, and then Luffa’s farce of a battle with Stryquethru and Ünderlyne. Luffa had told Zatte to remain in orbit with the ship, but instead she had participated in the battle, albeit with a sniper rifle four miles away. The revelation that Strykethru and Ünderlyne were never a threat to anyone should have broken the tension, but somehow it had only made things worse.

In hindsight, Luffa wasn’t sure if she had taken her frustration with the Saiyans out on Zatte, or if she had taken her frustration with Zatte out on the Saiyans.

“The least you could do is say hello to your wife when you come on board,” Zatte said. “Or are we still not speaking to each other?”

“Hello,” Luffa said wearily as she lifted her head out of the water to speak.

Zatte put her fists on her hips and stared down at her. “Is that all?” she asked.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you last night,” Luffa added.

“And?”

Luffa smiled in spite of herself. “You were right to shoot Ünderlyne,” she said. “It was a beautiful shot too. Did you use the gamma scope or the AI model?”

Zatte’s frown melted away and she disrobed, revealing her swimsuit with “Super Saiyan Club President” printed on the front. “Move over,” she said as she entered the tub.

“I really hate that suit,” Luffa groaned.

“I know you do,” Zatte said. “I put it on because I was still mad at you, but if you keep saying nice things about my fieldcraft skills, I might change into something else.”

“Zaperc wanted me to teach his boy how to turn into a Super Saiyan,” Luffa said.

“I’m gonna guess it didn’t work,” Zatte said.

“Bullseye. You’re a crack shot even without a gun.”

“I’m sorry things went so badly with those guys,” Zatte said. “I really wanted you to be able to reconnect with your people.”

“They seemed so... small to me,” Luffa said. “I kept trying to get them to see the bigger picture, but they just couldn’t let go of their petty self-interests. I guess I used to be like that. Back on Dorlu Prime, I mean.”

“Yeah,” Zatte said. “But I always got the feeling you only acted like a big jerk because you thought you were supposed to. Like, you were afraid you’d turn into a Dorlun if you didn’t carry yourself a certain way.”

“Huh. And now?”

“You’ve been on your own so long that you’ve become your own person,” Zatte said. “It’s liberating, but it kind of leaves you exposed. If people don’t like it, you take it harder than if you were pretending to be something else.”

“I’m really sorry for last night, Zattie. I trust you, but I don’t want you getting hurt because of me, either. It’s hard for me to know where to draw the line.”

“Same here,” Zatte admitted. “I would have stayed put like you asked, but I kept worrying that those two would be more than you could handle.”

“We should have just said that to each other last night,” Luffa said. “Would have saved us a lot of hassle.”

“Better late than never,” Zatte said. “We’ve grown a little since yesterday. Brockle might seem small to you now, but he just needs more time to grow. Maybe he’ll become a Super Saiyan on his own some day.”

“Maybe,” Luffa said. “At least Jikama’s got a good head on ”his shoulders. Nat-Chezz should be in good hands, at least.”

Zatte made a puzzled face. “I didn’t think you gave him that much credit.”

Luffa shrugged. “As a Saiyan, no. But I’m not too impressed with Saiyans right now, so that works to his favor. He was worried about whether his father would be proud of him, but his old man was probably a creep like Brockle or Hijik, so it doesn’t really matter. Once he figures that out, he ought to do just fine.”

“Yeah,” Zatte said. “I think you’re right.”

NEXT: My Dinner with Rehval

#dragon ball #fanfiction #lssjluffafic #super saiyan #luffa #zatte #zaperc #brockle #bodi #lesseri #jikama #hijik #stryquethru #ünderlyne #yeah uh ünderlyne #so she died in this chapter #sorry to all her fans #nat-chezz ii #i've been looking forward to this chapter for a long time and i buried the important part under a goofy villain with formatted dialogue

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Hair Hues of Radiata Stories

Here is the complete list of all the Radiata Stories characters (both recruitable and NPCs) taken from Fuck Yeah Radiata Stories and sorted by hair colour. There are a couple things I want to add.

First off, while most of the characters fit neatly into one of the eight categories, there are some characters whose hair colour was more ambiguous (i.e. dark blonde vs. light brown hair). I placed them where I thought they were best fit.

Black and blue are the same category because some of the black-haired characters like Cairn have a bluish tint and technically speaking, black pigment is really just a dark blue anyway.

There are some characters who are either bald or have their head covered so you can’t tell the colour of their head hair. Instead of classifying them as bald or unknown, I classified them based on the colour of their facial hair and eyebrows. This is why Dynas is in with the brunettes instead of the baldies.

While I could have made a separate category for pink hair, I ultimately decided it should just belong with red/orange because pink is just light red anyway.

Overall, there is a wide, diverse spectrum of hair colours and not all characters fit perfectly into their respective category. So if you think certain characters are miscategorised, well that’s your opinion and you’re entitled to it.

Long post under the cut.

Brown

001 | Jack Russell | Knight, Warrior | Male

002 | Ganz Rothschild | Captain, Bandit | Male

004 | Dynas Stone | Knight, General | Male

006 | Charlie Green | Knight | Male

010 | Putt Menzel | Jail Watchman | Male

013 | Gerald Nixon | Warrior | Male

014 | Caesar Wallace | Warrior | Male

022 | Gordon Napier | Warrior | Male

023 | Bruce Agard | Warrior | Male

026 | Rolec Cheney | Warrior | Male

030 | Thanos Baines | Warrior | Male

032 | Cecil Welles | Mage | Male

033 | Genius Weissheit | Mage | Male

039 | Christoph | Mage | Male

045 | Rachel (Nami Tamaki) | Mage | Female

049 | Franklin DeMille | Mage | Male

051 | Kain Garfield | Priest | Male

056 | Rocky Mayvern | Priest | Male

057 | Achilles Johnson | Priest | Male

058 | Flora Penn | Priest | Female

062 | Cosmo Doyle | Priest | Male

063 | Grant Altman | Priest | Male

065 | Miranda Neame | Priest | Female

066 | Edgar Dante | Priest | Male

067 | Clive Parket | Priest | Male

069 | Eugene Edwards | Priest | Male

073 | Iris Anderson | Bandit | Female

074 | Nocturne Reiner | Bandit | Male

077 | Alba Redford | Bandit | Male

078 | Lily Milius | Bandit | Female

079 | Flau | Bandit | Female

080 | Jared Carter | Bandit | Male

081 | Pinky Frears | Bandit | Male?

084 | Joaquel Rieman | Bandit | Male

089 | Adele Russell | Villager | Female

090 | Paul Studd | Townsfolk | Male

092 | Lyle Jefferson | Townsfolk | Male

095 | Dan Tyler | Townsfolk | Male

096 | Elef Bordor | Townsfolk | Male

097 | Ryan Blan | Townsfolk | Male

098 | Hip Dyke | Townsfolk | Male

099 | Nick Agard | Townsfolk | Male

100 | Goyle Bartle | Townsfolk | Male

101 | Butch Necker | Townsfolk | Male

102 | Sarval Fulton | Villager | Male

103 | Sunset Fulton | Villager | Male

107 | Leban Morrison | Villager | Male

108 | Mook Harris | Villager | Male

109 | Wal Irving | Villager | Male

112 | Howard Rogers | Villager | Male

113 | Astor Bostwick | Townsfolk | Male

114 | Synelia Bell | Townsfolk | Female

115 | Tony Basil | Townsfolk | Male

116 | Bran Farmer | Villager | Male

117 | Stefan Neill | Villager | Male

119 | Garcia Rooney | Villager | Male

121 | Naom | Dwarf | Male

139 | Lufa | Dark Elf | Female

140 | Coco | Dark Elf | Male

NPC | Jasne Colton | Chamberlain | Male

NPC | Reynos | Jail Watchman, Plague Victim | Male

NPC | Sarasenia | Queen of Radiata | Female

NPC | Testa | Child | Male

NPC | Theresa | Supply Store | Female

NPC | Toma | Child | Male

NPC | Lezard Valeth | MAD SCIENTIST OHOHO | Male

NPC | Brood | Alkaiko General Store | Male

NPC | Camuse | Verontier Armory | Male

NPC | Josef | Ok Hand Accessories | Male

NPC | Kira | Warc’s Daughter | Female

NPC | Lunbar | Dead End Armory | Male

NPC | Sayna | Vareth Chef | Female

NPC | Sonia | Chic Records | Female

NPC | Startis | Black Town Lottery Booth | Male

NPC | Yuri | Begin Eatery | Female

NPC | Zeke | Mysterious Creatures Inn | Male

NPC | Lauren | Mook’s Wife | Female

NPC | Louis | Travelling Merchant | Male

NPC | Mint | Tria Village Vendor | Female

NPC | Pommelie | Sarval’s Wife | Female

Blonde

003 | Ridley Silverlake | Knight, Captain | Female

012 | Elwen | Warrior | Female

021 | Aldo Winner | Warrior | Male

025 | Conrad Jefferson | Warrior | Male

028 | Carlos Monroe | Warrior | Male

037 | Ursula Cameron | Mage | Female

040 | Claudia Hamilton | Mage | Female

042 | Dimitri Lucas | Mage | Male

043 | Leona Weissheit | Mage | Female

045 | Cornelia Griffith | Mage | Female

060 | Alvin Moore | Priest | Male

061 | Vitas Young | Priest | Female

070 | Nyx Crowe | Bandit | Male

087 | Star Etoile Stern | Townsfolk | Male

131 | Clarence | Dark Elf | Male

132 | Serva | Dark Elf | Male

133 | Hyann | Dark Elf | Male

136 | Franz | Dark Elf | Male

138 | Marsha | Dark Elf | Female

144 | Mikey | Dark Elf | Male

NPC | Salute Larks | Commander-in-Chief | Male

NPC | Jorn | Child | Male

NPC | Margaret | Chambermaid | Female

NPC | Nuse | Child | Male

NPC | Ravil | Librarian | Male

NPC | Roy | Job Desk | Male

NPC | Torenia | Ghost | Female

NPC | Zion | Teacher | Male

NPC | Freija | Eisenhower Pharmacy | Female

NPC | Jasmine | San Patty Accessories | Female

NPC | Leann | Vareth Librarian | Female

NPC | Rabi | Morfinn’s Daughter | Female

NPC | Silvia | Club Vampire | Female

NPC | Sora | Sarval’s Daughter | Female

NPC | Donovitch | Earth Valley Gate Guard | Male

NPC | Stein | Boulder Frog Inn | Male

Red/Orange

011 | Gawain Rothschild | Captain, Deserter | Male

015 | Alicia Allen | Warrior | Female

024 | David Gore | Warrior | Male

034 | Morgan Humphrey | Mage | Female

036 | Jill Kazan | Mage | Female

044 | Aidan Welles | Mage | Male

047 | Marietta Sturges | Mage | Female

053 | Anastasia Ryan | Priest | Female

086 | Elmo | Bandit | Male

118 | Yack Jones | Villager | Male

120 | Grigory | Dwarf | Male

122 | Dyvad | Dwarf | Male

134 | Chatt | Dark Elf | Male

135 | Zida | Dark Elf | Male

137 | Romaria | Dark Elf | Female

142 | Santos | Dark Elf | Male

NPC | Parsec | Fire Dragon

NPC | Robin | Belmont General Store | Male

NPC | Roche | Vareth Secretary | Female

NPC | Servia | Club Vampire | Female

NPC | Sheila | Vancoor Square Lottery Booth, Plague Victim | Female

NPC | Virginia | Peaceful Pony Inn | Female

NPC | Baade | Earth Dragon

NPC | Albert | Treasury Guard | Male

NPC | Gehrmann | Dwarf Blacksmith | Male

NPC | Oleg | Dawnbay Diner | Male

NPC | Vladimir | Triston Armory | Male

NPC | Yevgeni | DwarFun General Store | Male

Black/Blue

007 | Nina Harlin | Knight | Female

019 | Walter Stokes | Warrior | Male

072 | Sonata Fourier | Bandit | Male

177 | Valkyrie | God | Female

NPC | Cairn Russell | Captain of the Blanc Chevalier, Deceased | Male

NPC | Lucian Hewitt | Advisor | Male

NPC | Barbena | Swords and Silver Coins Inn | Female

Grey/White

009 | Patrick Davis | Jail Watchman | Male

027 | Daniel Arthur | Warrior | Male

029 | Gene Madison | Warrior | Male

031 | Curtis Agnew | Mage | Male

035 | Felix Hayes | Mage | Fema–*brick’d*

038 | Derek Quayle | Mage | Male

048 | Ernest Smight | Mage | Male

050 | Johan Pierce | Mage | Male

052 | Fernando McKinley | Priest | Male

055 | Godwin Hyams | Priest | Male

059 | Elena Richter | Priest | Female

064 | Adina Richter | Priest | Female

068 | Lulu Ritchie | Priest | Female

071 | Ortoroz Taft | Bandit | Male

075 | Herz Ashby | Bandit | Female

085 | Eon Herek | Bandit | Male

091 | Giske Terestat | Townsfolk | Male

093 | Morfinn Martinez | Townsfolk | Male

094 | Bligh Hinds | Villager | Male

104 | Keaton Schmidt | Villager | Male

105 | Tarkin Schmidt | Villager | Male

106 | Gonber Nanashiino | Villager | Male

110 | Wyze Meyer | Villager | Male

111 | Zeranium Prester | Townsfolk | Male

141 | Martinez | Dark Elf | Male

NPC | Belflower | Princess of Radiata | Female

NPC | Cross Ward | Captain of the Noire Mouton | Male

NPC | Jiorus | King of Radiata | Male

NPC | Junzaburo | Knight Selection Trial Referee | Male

NPC | Ethereal Queen | God | Female

NPC | Epoch | Job Desk | Male

NPC | Raymond | Steward | Male

NPC | Sakurazaki | Knight Selection Trial Judge | Male

NPC | Cherie | The Last Word Book Store | Female

NPC | Lantana | Blade Pharmacy | Male

NPC | Maddock | White Town Lottery Booth | Male

NPC | Nalshay | Elena and Adina’s Brother | Male

NPC | Nask | Waldo General Store | Male

NPC | Rose | Black Rose General Store | Female

NPC | Thyme | Faid General Store | Male

NPC | Warc | The Survivor Armory | Male

NPC | Daria | Nuevo Villager (Bligh’s Wife?) | Female

NPC | Saron | Sora and Sarval’s Grandmother | Female

NPC | Aegenhart | Dwarf Miner | Male

NPC | Brockle | Dwarf Blacksmith | Male

NPC | Gonovitch | Dwarf Elder | Male

NPC | Marke | Reader, Lazybones | Male

NPC | Sergei | Dwarf Miner | Male

Purple

008 | Leonard Ford | Knight | Male

016 | Dennis Tenet | Warrior | Male

017 | Gareth Walker | Warrior | Male

018 | Gregory Julia | Warrior | Male

020 | Jarvis Mondale | Warrior | Male

041 | Ardoph Rockefeller | Mage | Male

046 | Faraus Buchanan | Mage | Male

076 | Rynka Quince | Bandit | Female

NPC | Al | Steward | Male

NPC |��Cody | Rynka’s Son | Male

NPC | Garbella | Levante General Store | Female

Green

005 | Natalie Nanette | Captain | Female

123 | Gil | Light Elf | Male

124 | Shin | Light Elf | Male

125 | Fan | Light Elf | Female

126 | Row | Light Elf | Female

127 | Pitt | Light Elf | Male

128 | Few | Light Elf | Female

129 | Alan | Light Elf | Male

130 | Keane | Light Elf | Female

143 | Rika | Dark Elf | Female

NPC | Hap | Light Elf Messenger | Male

NPC | Nogueira | Dark Elf Elder | Male

NPC | Zane | Light Elf Leader | Male

Bald/Unknown

054 | Dwight Hill | Priest | Male

082 | Interlude Rodriguez | Bandit | Male

083 | Solo Frankl | Bandit | Male

088 | Sebastian | Golem | Male

145 | Gobrey | Green Goblin | Male

146 | Gob | Green Goblin | Male

147 | Lin | Green Goblin | Male

148 | Brie | Green Goblin | Male

149 | Gonn | Green Goblin | Male

150 | Golly | Green Goblin | Male

151 | Den | Green Goblin | Male

152 | Ben | Green Goblin | Male

153 | Aesop | Green Goblin | Male

154 | Monki | Green Goblin | Male

155 | Gabe | Green Goblin | Male

156 | Mason | Green Goblin | Male

157 | Goo | Green Goblin | Male

158 | Donkey | Green Goblin | Male

159 | Gruel | Black Goblin | Male

160 | Ricky | Black Goblin | Male

161 | Drew | Black Goblin | Male

162 | Doppio | Black Goblin | Male

163 | Pietro | Black Goblin | Male

164 | Jan | Black Goblin | Male

165 | Marco | Black Goblin | Male

166 | Niko | Black Goblin | Male

167 | Danny | Black Goblin | Male

168 | Dominic | Black Goblin | Male

169 | Bosso | Black Goblin | Male

170 | Georgio | Black Goblin | Male

171 | Luka | Black Goblin | Male

172 | Sonny | Black Goblin | Male

173 | Giovanni | Black Goblin | Male

174 | Polpo | Black Goblin | Male

175 | JJ | Green Orc | Male

176 | Galvados | Blood Orc | Male

NPC | Aphelion | Silver Dragon

NPC | Cepheid | Wind Dragon

NPC | Kelvin | Water Dragon

NPC | Quasar | Gold Dragon

NPC | Radian | Paper Dragon

NPC | Bull | Galvados’ Follower | Male

NPC | Drago | Galvados’ Follower | Male

NPC | Ray C. Ross | President of Vareth | Male

NPC | Gabriel Celesta | God | Male

#radiata stories #strange--the links all work in edit mode but not when it's actually published

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