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amaranthine-enihtnarama · 2 years

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Peas in a Pod! (Broly x Male! Saiyan! Reader)

another fun and cute one. you’re welcome 😉 sorry I didn’t add fusing, I’mm not a responsible dragonball fan and haven’t seen potara fusion yet 🙃 hopefully cuddly Broly makes up for it 😙

(tall n’ gentle + short and feral; established relationship; fluff)

“Hell yeah, I wanna try it!”

Y/N nudged Broly with an eager grin, trying to encourage him to agree, but the larger Sayian didn’t seem remotely convinced. He gave Goku an uncertain look.

“Sounds dangerous.”

“Sounds awesome,” Y/N corrected, “Do you know how badass we’d look out there, pummeling jerks left and right? Earrings aside.”

Broly shook his head, even more sure than before.

“You could get hurt. One of us could lose control.”

“Well yeah,” Y/N said, giving him a deadpan look, “That’s kinda the point. Us fused and going all berserk would be, like, the ultimate trump card! We’d crush anybody in our path! Frieza wouldn’t even think of coming near you!”

Broly placed a hand on Y/N’s head to stop his excited bouncing.

“No.”

Y/N frowned in annoyance, but then relented with a sigh, pushing Broly’s hand off of his head.

“Ugh, fine. You’re right. We’d probably destroy Vampa or any other planet we were on anyways.”

“Well, actually,” Goku interjected, holding the green orbs up again, “If the fusion gets too powerful, you’d separate. And if things get really hairy, Vegeta and I can probably handle it again.”

Broly frowned slightly at the memory as Goku chuckled.

“Or we’ll just instant transmission. Or try to call Whis…okay, maybe it’s not the best idea.”

Broly nodded in satisfaction, walking away and sitting back down in the grass. Y/N crossed his arms, eyeing him as he meditated. Ever since Broly saw Vegeta do it, he’d been meditating every chance he got, although Y/N suspected he had fallen asleep a few times.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get him to come around,” he boldly proclaimed, dark eyes narrowing.

Goku glanced between the two uneasily, thinking of the last time their wills had clashed. They didn’t need to get kicked out by Lord Beerus before they had a place to go.

“Just try not to break any of Lord Beerus’s planets again, okay?”

Y/N nodded, going over to Broly and sitting down next to him, taking his hand. Broly hummed, pulling it into his lap and cradling it between his palms gently, engulfing the smaller Saiyan’s hand. Y/N blushed slightly from the gesture as he always did, hoping Goku didn’t see. He had a reputation to uphold, after all.

“Okay, I’m gonna leave the earrings with you guys, okay?”

Y/N jumped as Goku appeared in front of them, fingers on his forehead. He tossed him the potara earrings, and a few senzu beans. Y/N caught them both, his blush having grown.

“Just in case,” Goku explained, briefly glancing at their hands and giving Y/N a broad grin, “Seeya!”

Goku disappeared, returning to Earth and leaving the two men in silence. Shoulders relaxing, Y/N dropped his head. Broly wordlessly tilted Y/N’s head to rest on his shoulder. He allowed it, closing his eyes and leaning against his mate.

“You know, I’m pretty close to getting control of Legendary Super Saiyan. Closer than you, at least.”

“Hm.”

“If I get control of it, I’d be strong enough to stop you from going crazy on everything. And you’re getting there, too; it’s not as uncontrollable as you think.”

Broly sighed with a hint of exasperation. “It’s not safe enough yet. We still have to wait.”

Y/N opened his eyes, looking up at Broly with concern.

“But don’t you miss home? Don’t you want to go back? Or see Earth?”

Broly didn’t answer, inspiring Y/N to continue his appeal.

“I’d have to train harder but I’m sure if I go hard enough at it, I’ll be able to remain myself in my Legendary form and we’ll be able to go anywhere—everywhere! We’ll be able to do anything, we’ll—“

Broly gently squeezed his hand, causing Y/N to fall silent. He looked to him, scanning his tanned, composed face. He could remember the first day he saw that face; the unsure purse of his lips, the curious darting of his ink black gaze, the perpetual furrow of his brow. He’d grown more peaceful during his time on Beerus’s Planet, Y/N reflected. He hoped he was adding to that peace, too. As if he’d heard his thoughts, Broly spoke softly.

“There’s no rush. We can wait.”

Y/N frowned slightly. “But…wouldn’t you be happier back home?”

He grinned, squeezing Broly’s bicep. “What about Ba? Don’t you miss him?”

“Ba can wait.”

Y/N’s eyebrows rose in shock. He really thought that’d get him.

“As long as you’re with me, any place is home.”

Y/N’s heart jumped as Broly looked at him with a fond smile.

“We’ll train until we’re ready, and then we can take the earrings and go back to Ba.”

“Uh…are you sure?”

Broly suddenly took Y/N in his arms, sitting him on his lap and engulfing him in his large, muscle-bound arms. He rested his head atop his.

“I am happiest when I have you. Nothing else matters.”

Y/N broke out into a furious blush, heart singing at Broly’s words. He placed a hand on one of Broly’s arms, relishing his warmth. He allowed the smile that trying to form take over his face.

“You keep acting like this, you’re gonna make me go soft. How am I supposed to protect you from Frieza’s men like that?”

Broly laughed softly, then held his mate tighter. “I love you.”

Y/N rested in Broly’s embrace, leaning into the heartbeat that was thumping gently against his back.

“I love you too, softie.”

#amaranthine_enihtnarama #my wriitng #dbs broly x reader #fic request #male y/n #for the gowrls and the gays 😍#this one looks to professional I’m blushhingg #*so professional #SoundCloud

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duhragonball · 1 year

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Dragon Ball Super 095

Okay, I’m not big on Frieza in general, and I think it was a mistake to bring him back a second time, but I can’t deny that this bit where he tries to defect to Universe 9 is awesome. Not as awesome as Cell, of course, but awesome nonetheless.

So this episode is mainly about Frieza and Goku fighting off a bunch of assassins sent by Universe 9, but let’s face it, the fight is a formality. Two of the strongest guys in this show vs. a bunch of faceless goons. Guess who wins.

So I want to take a moment instead to appreciate how much the Grand Zenos love the newly completed figthing stage for the Tournament of Power. It’s a beaut, that’s for sure.

What I really love is how the Zenos lie down on the stage and just start rolling around on it. It’s just such a pure, childlike thing to do.

Yayyy!

Wheee!

They’re so excited.

They give the Grand Minister a piece of candy for his efforts, and he seems genuinely grateful for it. I mean, is it just a regular piece of candy, and he’s simply touched by the gesture, or is this like cosmic candy that gives him a sense of satisfaction that you or I could never comprehend? It’s hard to read these guys.

Well, let’s get back to the assassination. The lead assassin seems to be in trouble, but he still has an ace up his sleeve. Before he left to do this job, Sidra, the God of Destruction from Universe 9, gave him a ball of Hakai energy, capable of destroying Frieza once and for all. So all the assassin has to do is throw it at Frieza and he’s gone forever.

But Frieza sees him getting ready to use it, and ruins his shot. Ah, but that was just a decoy! The real Hakai ball was in this guy’s other hand! No, Frieza blocked that one too.

Ah, but that was also a decoy, and the real Hakai ball was in the lake, and it comes up from beneath Frieza, sort of like that trick Goku pulled on Namek.

So Frieza looks like he’s in real trouble, but then he reveals he was only pretending to be in danger, and he slowly escapes the Hakai ball’s power.

Pretty impressive, no?

Then he hits Goku with it, because it’s Frieza. I mean, you’d think Goku would have learned by now.

While Goku struggles, Frieza kills the rest of the assassins and helps himself to their communication device to call Roh and Sidra in Universe 9. They’re horrified to learn that their plot has failed, but they insist that Frieza can’t prove anything to Grand Zeno. Frieza tells them they’ve got it all wrong, and he’s calling them to offer a deal: If they resurrect him, Frieza will join the Universe 9 team and fight for them.

Roh and Sidra are stunned, and question Frieza’s sincerity about this. He would betray his whole universe for this? Isn’t there anything he cares about that he’d want to protect? Guys, it’s Frieza. Come on.

The first time I saw this episode, I found Frieza’s offer here to be unworkable. Even if he could join the Universe 9 team and just live out his days there, he’d still have to win the Tournament of Power, and why would his odds be any better with U9 instead of U7? Frieza already had Goku’s promise to resurrect him, so this seems like a lateral move at best.

But this episode took that into account. The whole point of this maneuver is that it lets Frieza have his cake and eat it too. This way he can kill Goku with the Hakai ball and get resurrected without him. But without Goku, Universe 7′s team will surely lose, so Frieza needs to find a new Universe to live in, and someone else to bring him back to life. It’s actually pretty clever.

What really makes this work is how Roh and Sidra struggle to decide. It’s a great opportunity, but can they trust a guy who would betray his own universe? Even if they can trust him, would they even be allowed to take him? The U9 characters are defined by their ruthless depravity, but even they can’t believe what depths Frieza will stoop to. And while they try to make up their minds...

... Beerus and Whis show up, and Frieza has to abandon the whole idea. He crushes the communicator, leaving Roh and Sidra to wonder if they let a golden opportunity slip through their fingers. Beerus suspects that Frieza was up to something, but there’s no way to be sure. All he can do is rescue Goku from the Hakai ball and move on.

Ironically, Goku apologizes for the entire incident, because he failed to consider just how much Frieza hates his guts.

So he sets up a quick match where the first guy to get punched is the loser, and this is meant to settle things between them, but they both punch each other at the same time, so it doesn’t settle much of anything.

Oh, I should point out that Frieza has used his time in hell to overcome the weakeness in his Golden Frieza form, which is why he’s been using it this whole episode without any problems.

Anyway, we’ve finally got everyone together to head for the Tournament.

And here’s a nice shot of Jiren on some planet. You’d think he’d be with the rest of his team, but whatever.

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zombryz · 3 years

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★ needy ★ a Frieza story

This is based on a request I got from an Anon - “ Do you think you can do a Frieza X Reader where Frieza feels more comfortable about being around the reader so much that he gets a bit clingy towards the reader?“

This will be a multi-part series. Oh how I do love Lord Frieza ♡

TW - mentions of anxiety, kidnapping

“Yo!” You hear a familiar voice from behind you. You spin on your heel to find none other than the tall and hunky saiyan himself, Goku.

“Hi Goku! How are you?” You smiled sweetly at him. He’s been your friend for quite some time now and you’ve gotten used to having him around. His face always lights up when he sees you, as you have a way with people, in this case saiyans. Both him and Vegeta had a soft spot for you and they never really understood why. They eventually just gave in and would do whatever you asked of them, being completely wrapped around your finger.

“I’m great! You ready to do this?” He smirked, making a hmph noise before cracking his knuckles and furrowing his eyebrows downward showing that he meant business. You had invited him over today because you were moving into capsule Corp. He was in charge of moving all your big, heavy furniture. Bulma requested you move in a few months ago but after the whole ‘Beerus almost destroying the world’ thing you decided it might be a good idea to go ahead and finally move in. That way you would always be kept in the loop. You were Bulma’s best friend and you were always babysitting the boys anyways so why not just move in?

“Where do you want this?” Goku questioned holding your whole couch under one arm.

“Um, you can just put it in the loft! Thanks, Goku!” You replied with a kind smile causing his cheeks to turn rosy. You knew that he would do anything for you so you decided to return the favor by always being sweet to him. Everyone around here always called him an idiot and you didn’t feel that he was deserving of that.

He had moved everything into your apartment so quickly without even breaking a sweat. Goku walked back down the stairs dusting off his hands as if it was the easiest task the saiyan has ever had to do. You were so thankful to have him in your life.

“Gosh, thanks Goku. What would I do without you?” You reached up to ruffle his hair causing him to chuckle while he scratched the back of his neck.

“Don’t mention it! I’ll see you at dinner then?” He waved goodbye and took off using instant transmission. You were so excited to have a new place within Capsule Corp. Now if you needed Bulma, you could just walk down the hall instead of having to call her up. You sat on your couch and decided to get a nap in before dinner that evening.

Later that evening, everyone gathered for dinner on the rooftop of Capsule Corp. It was honestly quite cute to have everyone sit together like a big family. You sat with Lord Beerus and Whis to your right and Trunks and Goten to your left. Lord Beerus also took a liking to you, which you figured it couldn’t hurt to have a destroyer on your side. He took the time to actually learn your name which didn’t seem to be a regular occurrence with him and mortals. After dinner you were playing hide and seek with Trunks and Goten, they always outsmarted you by flying or fusing together. You told them that if you were going to play, flying or fusing was against the rules. They weren't too excited about this but they would go along with it because they were always happy to just be playing with you. You were their favorite.

After a tiresome game of hide and seek and finding the boys stuck in a tree you decided to head back to get some sleep. You yawned walking back inside Capsule Corp, that's when you ran into Bulma roaming the halls. She looked a teensy bit nervous and you felt the need to ask her what was wrong.

“Everything ok Bulms?” You approached her slowly placing a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to calm her down a bit without spooking her.

“Oh! Hey, Y/N. Y-Yeah, I’ll be okay.” Her words came off a bit on edge and you couldn’t help but think she was trying to withhold information.

“You sure? You don’t seem okay, you seem a bit anxious..”

“O-okay fine, you got me.” She shakily put her hands up in surrender and you finally let go of her shoulder to cross your arms together. You raised your brow curious to what she was going to say next. “Both Goku and Vegeta left. They went to train with Whis on Beerus' planet..” she paused. You felt as though there was something else she was leaving out. Your brow remained raised, unsure of where this was going. “….we have no way of staying in contact with them, I-I feel a little… unprotected I guess.” she shrugged as if saying it aloud sounded silly. Your eyes widened. A skip in your heart, earth’s greatest protectors - gone? What does this mean? Is there even a threat to earth? Is there going to be a threat? Your head spun a bit when you realized Bulma was still staring at you, she clearly needed comfort from her friend and not a freak out session.

“Come here Bulms, it’s going to be okay” you grabbed one of her arms and pulled her into a tight embrace. “We still have Piccolo and Gohan with us. Oh! And the boys. We’ll be fine if anything happens we’ll just call up Tien and 18.” You unconfidently replied, breaking off the hug you held her shoulders in place so that she could see your trying sincere smile. Her anxiety seemed to knock down a few clicks as you helped calm her down.

“You’re right, It’s going to be okay.” She inhaled and exhaled loudly calming her nerves, “Thanks Y/N. Well, I guess I’ll try to get some sleep now. If you need anything please don’t hesitate to come get me, after all I’m only down the hall now!” She winked as she removed your hands from her shoulders and gave you a swift smile and wave before turning back down the hall towards her place. Finally, you can go back to your new apartment and relax. It had been a long day.

You unlocked the door to your apartment and your living room was pitch black, the only light was emitting from your loft porch. Humming to yourself you walk around your dark room looking for the light switch, it was your first night in your new place and you cursed yourself for not knowing the layout of the room before it had gotten dark. You shuffled around reaching both arms out to feel around the walls for the light switch. At this point you were becoming annoyed, “Ugh” you grunted out loud. You pause for a moment to take a breather and that's when you see them. A pair of what looked like glowing red eyes in the far corner of your living room, they were locked on you and looked like they were coming from behind a lamp that Goku had placed there earlier in the day. You hesitate to scream, figuring maybe it was just an outlet or maybe the boys playing a prank on you. They started to move as if whomever they belonged to began standing up at their full height. That's when you started shaking and you could feel your palms becoming clammy with fear. Whatever it was was charging a ball of energy, the color matching their terrifying eyes. Now would be a good time to scream you thought to yourself, but you were frozen like a deer in headlights.

Shit, shit, shit.

Finally, you let out a gut wrenching scream hoping Goku or Vegeta would barge in and save you from whoever let themselves in your apartment. The being disappears from in front of you, in a frenzy you panic and look around not sure where it went.

“Ah, ah, ah puny earthling.” The unknown creature was now behind you and clapped its large scaly hand over your mouth forcing no more noise out of you. “We don’t want the big bad monkey’s to know that I am here.” It tsked. You were stuck. Trying to calm your breathing you gave in, there was no way you could fight it off. Okay, what now? Still shaking you bring your arms down to your sides not realizing you grasped the hand that was placed tightly over your mouth. “Try that again and I will not hesitate to eliminate you right where you stand, under any normal circumstances you would already be dead at my hands, but unfortunately for the both of us,” a pause, almost as if it was annoyed to say the next part, “I need you to stay alive… for now.”

An understanding, you nodded your head in acceptance and it freed your mouth. All of a sudden the lights came on, blinding you. You covered your eyes trying to get the burn to go away when you finally opened them and saw it, well him? For a lizard man, he was oddly beautiful. He stood taller than you and had ivory skin with amethyst like crystal domes on his head, shoulders, and chest. His figure was rather slender but muscular. Flicking behind him was a long, ivory tail to match. It appeared to be made of pure muscle. He stood with one foot in front of the other showing off his three toed limbs. Wow. You had seen alien creatures before but never one quite like this.

“Okay, what do you need me to do?” you cleared your throat and pulled at your shirt, fixing your appearance unconsciously.

“Rather compliant aren’t we?” he questioned while letting his head hang low, twisting his mouth to form a menacing and twisted smirk. “I will spare you the mechanics of my grand plan,” He raised his head to look you in the eyes while he spoke, “I have been watching you for quite some time, human.” This caused you to raise your brow in curiosity. Why was he watching you? “The monkeys left, and you see.. That will just not do, will it?” he started playing with his nails as if this conversation was boring him.

You decided it was best for you not speak unless he asked you to and so he continued on.

“For now, you will be my hostage. My pawn, if you will. I need those infuriating baboons to come back to earth, I will not continue chasing them around the galaxy just to get my revenge.” He clutched his hand into a fist, anger seething through his teeth.

It finally clicked, standing only a few feet away was the ruthless and power hungry emperor, Lord Frieza. You swallowed your fear, not sure how you got here or why but you weren’t going to fight back in any way risking him to deem you no longer worthy to be in his presence. Goku and Vegeta have told you war stories about him. How did he come back? A single tear began rolling down your cheek causing you to sniffle quietly. Frieza must’ve noticed because he reached out and grabbed your face almost crushing your jaw with the action.

“Oh, do not grow worried little one. I will not hurt you…” a beat. “Today.” He chuckled evilly releasing your face. Great, you remembered Bulma telling you that there would be no contact with Goku or Vegeta. How long would you be Frieza’s prisoner? A panic sweeping over you, your head spinning and just like that your world went dark. You were knocked unconscious, Frieza had forced you to sleep.

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“Mom! Mom, wake up!”

Bulma wiped the sleep away from her eyes. She sat up, yawning not sure if what was happening was a dream or not. Finally, fully awake, her eyes focus on Trunks who is hovering over her in a panic.

“It’s Y/N! I heard her scream, I went to check on her and her door was cracked open and there was no sign of her!” The worry in his voice caused Bulma to jump out of bed.

“Trunks, I need you to go get Piccolo and the others. I am afraid something bad is happening.” Bulma tried her best to hide the worry in her voice.

Trunks left and Bulma started pacing her dark room, she had an itch of who might be involved. “Frieza.” she said to herself sternly, slamming her fist into her other hand. She thought to herself, how the hell am I going to get a hold of Goku and Vegeta?

#frieza #lord frieza #dragon ball #dbz #dbs #dbs vegeta #dbs goku #bulma #whis #beerus #fan fiction #frieza imagine #bryannawrites #needy #friezaneedyfic

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saiyanwhore · 3 years

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My Jerk // Vegeta One-Shot

A/N: Gosh I wrote this ages ago. It isn’t edited or anything. It was meant for Halloween I’m guessing since, ya know. It takes place on Halloween. I hope you guys enjoy. 💕

WARNING: OLD, CRUSTY, n’ UNEDITED!

"Why don't you come around to my party tomorrow night then? She'll be there ya know?" Bulma said, turning to Vegeta with a grin on her face.

Vegeta's nose scrunched as if he had just smelled something rotten. He crossed his arms and leaned against the counter.

"Besides, we can dress you up in something that Y/N is bound to love!" She exclaimed, looking excitedly at the Prince.

"I will not dress up and subject myself to your shenanigans, woman!" Vegeta spat.

"Suit yourself! Don't come running to me when she's going out with some other handsome hunk!"

Bulma began to exit the kitchen where Vegeta was and he quickly panicked.

"Woman, wait!" He grabbed her shoulders. "I'll do it."

Bulma squealed loudly before dragging him into the costume closet.

It was 8:00 P.M. and you had just arrived outside of Bulma's for the Halloween party.

You were excited to be there and see what everyone else dressed as. You wished to see Vegeta, but he was never one to be at Bulma's parties.

You made your way indoors, the smell of sweets entering your nostrils as you glanced around the room.

Trunks and Goten were dressed in coordinating outfits.

Yamcha and Bulma in a couple's outfit.

Goku was a clown. Chi-Chi was a cat.

Gohan and Videl were Batman and Robin.

Krillin, 18, and Maron were dressed in coordinating costumes.

Piccolo was Shrek.

Tien and Chiaotzu didn't show up this year, which was sad but everyone seemed to be okay with it.

And lastly, you stood in the doorway dressed as a bunny.

"Hey Y/N!" Bulma greeted, pulling you over to the couch where a drink was immediately thrown into your hands. "You look cute!"

"You do too! As always!" You giggled as you took a sip of the cocktail.

It was a little while of chatting and laughing when you finally noticed a dark figure at the end of the hall.

You looked down the hall which you knew led to his room and you watched as he entered, everyone else ignoring it.

Vegeta's eyes immediately locked onto yours, but he quickly adverted your gaze and took his spot in the corner of the room with arms crossed.

You walked over to him.

He was dressed as a vampire. With the eyeliner, blood, and all.

"Hey Vegeta." You smiled at the Saiyan and looked him up and down. "I really like your costume."

"Yeah, thanks." He didn't sound or look too happy, but the blush on his cheeks didn't go unnoticed by you.

"I didn't think you really enjoyed these kinds of things."

"I don't."

You grabbed his bicep and chuckled before stepping away from him. "Why are you here then?"

Vegeta growled deeply, his actual fangs bearing. "I dunno. Ask Bulma." He growled

You laughed once more, knowing this was the bitter Saiyan at his best. “Well I’m glad you decided to hang out. It’s not often we get to see one another.”

Your laugh and words made Vegeta shutter. He turned his face away, suddenly appreciating the amount of makeup Bulma had slathered on his face. Otherwise, his dusty pink cheeks would be revealed to you.

"Hey, why don't we go out for a walk?" You suggested. Maybe getting him away from everyone could give him a moment to breathe. He wasn’t seeming too thrilled to be here.

Vegeta nodded and you quickly grabbed his hand and led him outside. His hand still in yours as you looked back to him.

"You want to fly us somewhere a little less populated?" You asked the Prince, to which he nodded again.

The cold air nipped at your skin as you made your way in to Vegeta's arms. He held you close to his chest, warmth radiating off the arrogant man. You couldn’t help but just to melt into his form as he blasted off. Vegeta did not go very fast to keep you in mind.

Vegeta flew for about ten minutes before he slowly made his way to the ground, setting you down. His hands lingered on your waist as you looked up at the moon. It was full and bright.

"The view is so pretty." You gasped, pointing up toward the moon and stars. Vegeta just watched you as you looked in awe.

Looking at the sky just reminded Vegeta of his former days as a member of the Frieza force. It left a bitter taste in his mouth momentarily until you spoke up.

“I get this is nothing new to you, huh?” You turned your head slightly to look at him. “You used to be up there all the time.”

“Yes.” Vegeta ran his tongue across his teeth. “Hang on.” He wrapped his arms back around you and blasted off into the sky once more, taking you closer to where you were just staring.

“Wow!” You smiled wide. “This is so incredible.”

Vegeta smiled a little to himself as he kept a firm grip on you. He closed his eyes, pride washing over him as he felt your body squirm.

“What are you doing?” He growled, opening an eye.

“Trying to face you, jerk.” You playfully smacked his arm as he helped you move around to face him. You clung onto his body, his heart fluttering as you did so.

“Thank you for this.”

“Hmph.” He grunted as you wrapped your legs around his waist and threw your arms over his shoulder, playing with the hair on the back of his head.

“Look at me.” You demanded, his eyes still closed as he refused to look. “Vegeta.” You caressed his cheek and his onyx eyes stared into yours.

“What is it woman?”

“Thank you.” You then fell against him, embracing him as his hands moved to support your bottom. You felt so little against him, although he was short for sure. You felt him bury his nose tickling your neck as he softly kissed it.

You hummed in approval and the Saiyan moved hand to grab your chin, his one hand still supporting you so you wouldn’t fall. Once he had your attention, his hand moved back to your bottom again.

“Kiss me, you idio-“

He interrupted you by putting his mouth on yours. The kiss was much softer than what you would expect from him, but it was perfect. His lips moved with yours until you pulled away.

“Gosh, you’re such a jerk.” You buried your face into his neck once again. You leaned up to his ear and whispered. “But your my jerk.”

#vegeta #prince vegeta #dragonballz #vegeta x reader #vegeta one shot #vegeta imagines

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youseethingsandyouknow · 3 years

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3 Years

1 month

“Goku, Gohan!” Chi-Chi called out the kitchen window hoping to get their attention that dinner was ready. The sun was setting quickly over the mountains and she knew they’d be hungry after a long day of training. Feeling like her husband and son needed a treat for all their hard work, Chi-Chi made extras of their favorite foods and their favorite dessert. Chi-Chi didn’t do this all the time, and she couldn’t contain her excitement at the anticipation of showing Gohan and Goku these surprises.

They have been working day and night preparing for the upcoming danger. Initially, she was very wary of this new change, especially with Piccolo being here constantly, but as the last month progressed, Chi-Chi got use to this new routine. Honestly, it has been nice to have her little family under one roof again, something that hasn’t happened since Gohan was younger. The biggest challenge though was getting adjusted to Goku living at home again.

A lot has happened to the both of them since they lived in the same house together. The first week or so that he was home, they were so out of sync and walking on egg shells. They both had sensed a change in each other but they did not know how to confront or talk about it. It also didn’t help that Chi-Chi was still healing from being hit through the wall of the house. But things seemed to be getting better. At least she thought so.

Noticing that dinner was growing cold and that Goku and Gohan were not at the table yet, Chi-Chi grew frustrated. Huffing, she walked outside to look around for them. Noticing the sounds of sparring above her, she marched over to the fighters.

“Hellooo!” She said but was still being ignored. Her frustration grew, and finally she screamed, “GOKU, GOHAN!”

The sparring immediately stopped and all three fighters froze as they looked down at Chi-Chi.

“Do you know how long I cooked dinner tonight? I put in all this effort and this is the thanks I get, ignored by my husband and son!? Fine, eat a cold meal for all I care. You can serve it yourself and clean up too. The nerve!” She spins on her heel and stomps away towards the house.

Annoyed and frustrated, Chi-Chi slams the front door and goes to the kitchen to clean up. As she does so, Gohan and Goku sheepishly walk through the door. She keeps her back turned towards them as she washes some dishes.

“Chi-Chi , we must have not heard you the first time and lost track of time. We’re really sorr-.”

“Dinner is on the stove and there is bread in the oven. Eat it or don’t eat it, starve for all I care, Goku.” Chi-Chi rips off her apron and throws it on the counter before storming off to their bedroom.

Trying to calm herself down at the sheer rudeness of Goku and Gohan, Chi-Chi gets ready for bed. She changes into her nightgown and goes to the bathroom for her nightly routine. Chi-Chi begins to wash her face and as she’s coming up to finish drying, she looks up to see Goku standing behind her through the mirror.

“I’m really sorry, Chi-Chi.”

Ignoring him, Chi-Chi pats her cheeks and sets down the towel. She brushes past Goku’s shoulder, her shoulder hitting him hard as she walks into their bedroom.

“Really, you’re just going to ignore me? I don’t know what else you want me to say, Chi-Chi.”

Still staying silent, Chi-Chi walks to her side of the bed, which is across from where her husband is standing. She glares at him and then shoves the comforter across the bed. Chi-Chi then climbs into bed, lays down and turns her back to Goku with a hmph.

A moment passes as they stay in their spots and neither speaks. Finally, Goku sighs and rolls his eyes before quietly leaving their bedroom.

Chi-Chi knows she’s being immature but her feelings are hurt. She spent the vast majority of her afternoon preparing the perfect dinner, something that she had hoped Gohan and Goku would have appreciated and enjoyed. Instead, they were too focused on training to even answer. Chi-Chi could care less about warming up food but it was their lack of respect and appreciation for her efforts that she can’t stand.

Closing her eyes and relaxing against the bed, she falls asleep and does not feel Goku come to bed. It’s not until the middle of the night that a jolt and a sharp gasp from her husband alerts her that he is on the other side. The bed vibrates with his body and she can hear him panting. A bright flash of light makes her open her eyes, but then the light is gone and the room is engulfed in darkness once more. Goku is still trying to calm down besides her and she hears him take a deep, shaky breath.

Unmoving from her position, Chi-Chi whispers, “Are you okay?”

Silence passes between them and Chi-Chi frowns before rolling over. In front of her, Goku’s shoulders are rising and falling as he is trying to control his breathing. His head is in his hands and his eyes are closed.

Concerned, Chi-Chi sits up and gently reaches to touch his shoulder. He flinches from her touch and his eyes flash open.

“Oh, it’s you Chi-Chi. Sorry I woke you up.” He says as he looks at her briefly before putting his head back into his hands.

“Goku, what’s wrong?”

“Just a bad dream. I’m okay, go back to bed Chi-Chi.” Goku says into his hands and Chi-Chi is not convinced that he’s fine.

“What happened?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Goku, you rarely have nightmares. At least you didn’t before.” Chi-Chi states.

Goku sighs and finally turns to face her. “I use to get these dreams while I was on Yardrat. They are usually about Frieza and they either end up with him blowing up Earth, killing Krillin or Gohan or sometimes it ends with me going Super Saiyan and not being able to control myself. I haven’t had one since I came back so it’s just odd. I’m sorry about waking you up.”

I scoot closer to him and say, “I know you’ve told me about Yardrat and how you had to get control of your transformation but, did you change into a Super Saiyan a moment ago?” Chi-Chi asks and Goku grimaces.

“You noticed that, huh?”

“Kind of hard not to in the dead of the night.”

Defeated, Goku responds, “I have a lot better control of it, but sometimes I slip up, especially when my emotions get the better of me. Tonight’s dream was too real.”

Chi-Chi looks into his eyes and she can tell that they are tired and stressed. Maybe this android challenge is starting to take its toll on him. Maybe he’s just been so wrapped up in it that he didn’t mean to hurt her feelings about dinner today. Maybe they are still off with each other because Chi-Chi would have noticed all of this before, but she’s just seeing this now. If that’s the case, Chi-Chi feels even worse about her actions.

“I think maybe you and Gohan should take a break from training for a bit. You’ve been working too hard. Maybe this dream is a sign to ease up.”

Goku shakes his head, “No, if anything, it showed me that I can’t give up. I don’t need a break, I just need to get some rest.”

“Goku, I really think-.” Chi-Chi answers and Goku interrupts and smiles back at her.

“Hey, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

She sighs and looks at him before laying back down. Goku lays back down in the bed too, and then they are staring at each other.

“I’m really sorry about today, Chi-Chi. I didn’t mean to make you upset or anything. I love your cooking and I know you work hard to make sure Gohan and I are taken care of. We just honestly lost track of time, it had nothing to do with you.”

“I’m sorry for overreacting too. I just think that we are all under a lot of stress and maybe we just have to do a better job at helping each other out.”

“Right. I’m going to try my best.”

“So will I. We’ve been through harder times than this, I just think we are still getting use to each other and relearning how to communicate. I know that I can do better with that.” Chi-Chi says and snuggles up against Goku’s chest. He wraps his arms tightly around her and kisses her head.

“I know. But, hey,” He gently pulls Chi-Chi back and stares down at her before he continues, “We are going to get through this though, Chi. You and I, okay?”

Chi-Chi nods lays her head back against his chest and he squeezes her tighter, trying to close whatever distance there is between them. He knows he’s not the easiest to live with, and that this has been hard for Chi-Chi. But, she’s the only person he’d go through this life with. They have been through so much together, and he knows that they just need some time to get back on the same page. Chi-Chi understands him better than anyone, and he’d do anything to make her happy. Goku feels Chi-Chi drift off against his chest and he leans down to kiss her hair again, smiling against her head.

He smiles knowing that even though she can be hot-tempered and irrational sometimes, she’s also the most supportive and caring person he knows. Chi-Chi doesn’t know this and maybe one of these days he’ll tell her, but it’s always been her. There’s never been anyone else, and there will never be anyone else that he loves more than her.

#gochi #dbz #dbz goku #dbs goku #goku #chi chi #piccolo #gohan #android 17 #18 #my writing #dbz fanfiction #oneshot

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lilfriezatyrant · 4 years

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The Gilded Appearance

A few minutes have passed since he disappeared from this terrestrial hell...or rather he was recruited for a very special tournament.

This lousy monkey had actually managed to convince him. But he can't blame him. Anything is better than to have to be exposed to this cocoon and listen to horrible parades with disgusting fairy songs. He is in a gate that connects this world with the beyond...some human with magical powers had brought him here. A circumstance he does not consider important. His body seems stiff. This repulsive shell hanging from a cherry tree tightened him up very much and he had no freedom of movement at all. What an annoyance! And audacity!

He lets his tense neck circle, whereupon a cracking sound can be heard immediately, his pure ivory-coloured skin appears slightly turquoise due to the blue flames flickering in the portal. One eye looks slowly upwards and he immediately notices a glow over his crystalline skull. Immediately an annoyed sigh sets in. "How degrading for me...of course I have to keep this grotesque halo," he closes his eye again, had briefly determined where Goku is and puts his hands on his hips while he slowly struts to him. His tail flickers elegantly with every step behind him. "Hey, Frieza! I am Glad you're he--!" But he interrupts the mouthy voice with a glorious stroke in the pit of this stomach. "Oops, pardon me...my hand slipped...", he opens one eye again, it is almost like a cheeky wink and he rejoices in the pain of this simian barbarian. His white fist bores into his stomach one last time, but before he could react, his face distorts itself into a painful expression. This monkey had started a counterattack! Also a punch in HIS very stomach. He gritted his perfect teeth and heard the cheeky words of the Saiyan. "Oh, I am also sorry. Mine too." Inside he is loaded with wrath, but he keeps the control he has acquired over the last years. A real anger vein pulsates at his temple, but he smiles slightly, his vermilion eyes glowing at his counterpart.

"Okay Frieza, no more hand slipping. We have to hurry. We only have a few minutes left." The emperor stands upright again and immediately recovers from this little unexpected punch. He seems only slightly confused, his eyes widening as Goku gives him a hand. "Take my hand. I will take us away from here immediately", he himself, in his slight amazement, only brings a quiet "Oh?" as an answer. He chuckles slightly amused, "Then what shall slip next?"

But he doesn't take the hand of this monkey, because a ghostly creature floats panickedly towards them...probably it belongs to this other being. "Baba! We are in trouble! There are several creatures outside! We're surrounded!"

The Emperor puts his hands behind his back and cackles slightly. "A welcome party? You did not tell me that, Goku." He jokes with a smirk. But he does not get an answer, and the other goes out of the building.

His tail flickers enthusiastically behind him for a moment before he slowly follows him.

Oh? Fighters from another universe? This should be interesting. Unknown assassins who probably want to destroy fighters from other universes so that they can no longer participate in the tournament. A...perfidious manner, yet effective.

He watches the action, stands at the entrance of the building, his view directly to Goku and the... locusts in the sky. The unsuspecting monkey asks him questions, but his voice only meets with deaf ears. Clever assassins. Loyal people who understand their work...or they will be subjected to even worse torture if they fail?

Although the Saiyan's contact person gets on his nerves...the same answer follows constantly, namely none.

"I won't tell."

But in the next moment the chest of this dog-like alien is pierced and he falls into the water, rises again, his face screamed in pain. It was a deathbeam, straight from the deadly index finger of the Ruler of the Universe. But he had deliberately missed the vital organ so as not to cause an initial death here on Earth...at least not yet. But his shot was so precise and so close to Goku that he had poked his cheek. "Oh...I am sorry again...I guess my hand slipped after all." his smug grin remains and he can see a certain seriousness in Goku's eyes. Of course he has perfectly memorized his previous words in his head. He never forgets. I guess they will have some minutes left for a little warm-up exercise. "You know, my body has become quite soft in hell...", his smug manner can be heard on the outside and his body slowly covers itself in a golden aura. "And I thought I could loosen it up.", his changed ki continues to grow, it jst like a golden flame in which he is blazing and that's exactly how his inside feels: His body is exposed to so much heat that even the strongest material could melt...but he has got used to it, his body and his organs know this procedure...besides he is a cold-blooded being, literally and heat is very pleasant for his organism. Everyone here isn't moving... nobody is talking. Everyone watches this divine transformation, everyone seems to be spellbound. Just the kind of attention he was hoping for. Very good. A promising audience and it will be his greatest pleasure to eviscerate them. Every single being here.

At the moment, however, he is completely focused on this new power, which he has mastered after another stay in his own hell. Glaring light is emitted as his body takes on a new form in this shell. He has spread out his arms, his back is leaning backwards, almost forming a hollow back, his piercing eyes are closed and he still wears his perfect smug grin. It is the coming anticipation of the bloodbath with which he will inaugurate his golden skin.

Although his posture is inviting, every single limb is under tension. He has to bundle this incredible energy before he can release it and each of his metamorphoses is painful, an irrevocable fact. But it is never visible to an outsider.

Every single cell of his slowly changing body takes on an even more resistant form, micro scales merge together to become more robust as well. The purple spheres on his shoulders disappear completely under a stable golden layer. More muscle mass is formed on his membrane. His perfect transformation is almost complete...the colour gold to humiliate every still living Saiyan and to be superior to this monkey race.

And the hot feeling inside does something very curious: slight signs of goose bumps are visible...but only Frieza himself knows this, no one else would noticed. This unbelievable increase in power causes this. He is excited about what is imminent...he is bloodthirsty and will show no mercy with his finally mastered power.

His strong toes briefly brace themselves, his nails claw into the stone floor before they glow golden for a moment and relax again. The same tension can be seen on his upper body and arms, which have increased considerably in muscle tone. His facial features are also briefly tense for a millisecond before it turns purple and his smirk is still clearly visible with his black lips.

The glistening light had spread over several kilometers during the night and is now slowly fading as his body completes the transformation.

His upper body makes a forward movement. It is like a bow, an invitation for the honour that all attendees were allowed to experience and it is also an augury for the coming disaster. Executed by the Golden Deity who is reborn.

His scarlet eyes open again in a sharp gaze, his golden and massive tail wagging briefly and swiftly once behind him, before he in his sublime form announces his arrival: "Behold the true power of the Golden Frieza!"

@dragonblobz I promised you I will give you a golden terror, didn't I? uwu

#frieza #freeza #golden form #Dragon ball super ep. 95 #Because every Frieza gurl ADORE this scene uwu #I just wanted to describe the transformation of his golden form :3 #My writing #golden Frieza #long post #Frieza's view #I am sorry for some grammar mistakes ><

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ladyvegeets · 5 years

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Uncharted Waters -2-

Written for 2019 Brolai-week hosted by @saiyan--tales.

-2: Casual / Scars-

Cheelai led them towards a stall selling clothing and other wearable souvenirs. It was going to be a challenge finding anything in Broly’s size, especially without the engineering of the Frieza Force’s incredibly stretchy suits. But Broly wasn’t the only big alien in the universe. Surely they could find something.

“What have you got in our sizes?” Cheelai asked the squid-faced stall handler.

It eyed them over but if it had any qualms about their Frieza gear, it kept them to itself. Long purple tentacles slunk up to the roof of the stall where its items hung and started pulling a few options down. It offered her a skimpy yellow two-piece swimsuit.

Cheelai’s face seized in horror. “Uh… I was thinking something more casual.”

The handler frowned but put the bikini aside and fished out some casual-wear for bipedal mammalians to peruse.

“What do you like?” Cheelai asked her tall companion.

Broly wasn’t even looking, his attention drawn elsewhere down the beach where he people-watched.

Not a fashionista then, not unless it came to Ba’s ear. Cheelai dug through their choices until she found a large charcoal-blue top with long sleeves that looked like it might fit him. It was lightweight, and had a cute picture of the beach on the front with the planetoid’s name written in the galactic alphabet. She held it up to Broly’s shoulders to gauge its fit.

“What do you think, big guy? Would you like to wear this?”

He glanced down. “I am comfortable as I am.”

“I know that, but we’re trying to be a little less obvious here with what we’re wearing.”

He frowned and his hand defensively curled over the knot of Ba’s ear.

“Oh, not that. You can still wear Ba,” she reassured. “But our armor is making us stick out like sore thumbs.”

Broly looked down at his hands, puzzling over his thumbs while Cheelai took matters into her own hands. She gathered some clothes and thrust them at the handler. “We’ll take these, please!”

After settling their debt, she led Broly by the wrist closer the water. Dozens of people had already set up picnic blankets to relax and watch the sun go down.

Broly let Cheelai lead the way, taking the opportunity to watch couples and young families walk the beach hand-in-hand — or whatever passed for hands among their species. He looked down at his own, Cheelai’s white-gloved fingers wrapped about his wrist-guard.

“Here should do!” she announced, coming to a stop. He almost walked into the back of her.

From the bag of newly bought goodies, Cheelai fished out a towel and fluffed it out, laying it down on the sand. She pulled off her boots before sitting cross-legged at one end, and beckoned for Broly to join her. His sheer size — and the towel designed for one — meant they had to sit knee-to-knee.

“I hope this all fits. It’s a shame they didn’t have pants in your size” — his had ripped during his battle on Earth — “Those prices though, wow. Remind me to get into the tourism industry,” she said conversationally as she sorted the clothes. Broly smiled listening to her. The sound of her voice was pleasant, even if he didn’t always understand everything she said. His father had rarely spoken, and when he did it was mostly to bark orders or rant about King Vegeta and injustice.

…Vampa had been a quiet and joyless place.

Cheelai finished sorting her newly bought items. Grabbing the hem of her breast plate in both hands, she pulled it off in one smooth gesture, the armor stretching over her curves and revealing her simple purple top beneath. She placed the plate on the sand, soon followed by her gloves and socks. Somehow it made a big difference in her appearance. Without her armor she looked so… small. Easily breakable. Broly felt his brow furrow against an uneasy sensation stirring his gut.

“I’m going to change,” she announced, grabbing her bundle of new clothes in her arms and standing up.

Broly stood with her.

“Oh no, you can stay. I’ll be right back.” She started jogging up the beach. The uneasy feeling grew worse the further she went. Broly’s fists curled at his sides. Half-way up the beach, Cheelai turned on her heel and gave him a big grin and a wave. “Watch our stuff, okay big guy?”

His stomach eased, and his hands relaxed. He watched her the rest of the way to where little changing shacks and restrooms had been set up for public use. When Cheelai disappeared inside one, he finally sunk back to the towel, cross-legged and back upright.

She wanted him to guard. He was good at that. His father had him do it a lot.

The breeze was gentle on his skin, tugging at his hair much more pleasantly than the howling winds of Vampa usually did. The sand here was soft and white, not the coarse yellow-brown of home. There were no giant killer beetles, and the place was lush with vegetation and water. Never could Broly have imagined that such a place existed. He never had the chance to.

Nearby, two people cuddled on a blanket. The bigger of them was threading a flower into the smaller one’s hair as they stared adoringly into each other eyes.

It made him think of Cheelai’s eyes. They were pink. He had never seen pink before, or purple, until he met her. He didn’t even know what the words for those were until he’d brought them up to his father on Frieza’s ship. It had been a shock to learn Paragus already knew them.

“They’re just colors, Broly, what does it matter? How would it have helped your training any?”

Broly had let the matter drop, but it had bothered him ever since. How much of the universe had his father known yet never bothered to share with him?

Cheelai and Lemo weren’t like that. They didn’t tell him to shut up and train. They took their time, carefully teaching him new concepts and encouraging him to ask questions. Lemo gave the clearest explanations, but Cheelai’s were the most interesting and passionate, her pink eyes burning with emotion when she spoke of things that really excited her. Her moods were contagious, and Broly often found himself seeking her out over Lemo.

She was nice to be around. She didn’t leave him feeling that heavy anxiety he carried with him when at his father’s side, ever fearful of criticism or an electric bolt. When he was with Cheelai, he felt… at ease. Accepted.

Happy.

Someone got too close to the towel. Broly narrowed his eyes, muscles tensing, and glared at the person who dared encroach on his territory. The alien did a double-take and nearly stumbled over its own feet, scurrying to give Broly and towel a wide berth. Broly relaxed and enjoyed the sun and breeze, watching the cuddly couple on the blanket until Cheelai returned.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Cheelai dropped her purple outfit on the towel, newly dressed in cut-off shorts and a loose pale pink t-shirt. It had a wide scoop neck and hung half-off her shoulder, a little beach image printed on the front with symbols he couldn’t read. “Hey, you didn’t put yours on yet?” she asked.

“Mine?”

She plopped down in front of him, her tiny green toes pressing to his legs. She picked up the dark long sleeved top. “This. Let’s get it on you.”

Without fuss, she took his arms into her lap and tugged off his wrist guards. He allowed it without complaint. It reminded him of when she and Lemo first arrived back on Vampa. She had insisted on patching up the worst of his injuries. He had still been in shock then, deeply troubled after everything that had happened. Losing his father, his friends, most of his memories… He’d been forced back to Vampa to nurse his wounds without knowing if he would see anyone ever again.

Without knowing if any of it had even been real.

It had been an unpleasant few days.

Cheelai and Lemo had been very patient with him on their return. Cheelai spoke to him as normal, her voice a lifeline in his distress. She talked to him about this and that, treating his wounds and encouraging him to respond by asking about his scars. He liked the sensation of her hands on him. They were so gentle. Soothing.

“One of those bugs did this to you?” she had asked, ghosting her fingertips over the large scar on his pectoral.

He had nodded, watching her delicate fingers on his body. Her touch had been so light it made his skin prickle.

“Arms!”

Broly snapped back to the present, seeing Cheelai holding up the long-sleeved top. He lifted his arms, and she slipped the top over him, laughing when his head got stuck in the collar. “There you are.”

Smoothing the top down his front, she cocked her head to get a better look at him. The picture on his top matched the one on her t-shirt. This pleased him.

“Well, it’s a bit snug, but still. Very handsome,” she said.

“What is handsome?”

Her eyes widened, and a soft pink blossomed over her face. He wasn’t sure what that meant, but he liked the look on her.

“Ah, well…” Tucking her hair behind her ear, she looked down and replied, “It means, you look nice.”

He followed the line of sight to their bare feet, his easily twice the size of hers. There was another piece of clothing resting on the towel: a small cap which matched the color of his top. It was no flower, but he carefully put it on her head, tucking a few stray strands of her hair into place under it.

“Very handsome,” he announced, looking into her eyes.

Cheelai turned red. She tugged the cap low to hide her face as her toes curled against his shins. For some feeling he had no name for, he smiled.

~xoXox~

#ladyvegeets #brolaiweek2019 #uncharted waters #brolai #broly #cheelai #casual #scars #day 2 #brolai2019 #beach #festival #fluff #fanfic

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queakenstein · 5 years

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Queaken ! Could I request some Goku & Chichi on a double date with Zegeta & Bulma ? I need the fluff.

Hey! :) Sure! I can whip up some fluff!! (Small hints of nsfw but like only hints)

After so many years of marriage between them, Goku knew that Chi-Chi’s expectations for their every-so-odd Date Night was ‘don’t hit anyone’ ‘don’t blow anything up’ and ‘for Kami’s sake us a damn napkin’. So, when she mentioned that Bulma had invited them to a little get together, he thought it was going to be more or less the same thing.

She tsked at him from where he lounged on their bed. “Where did your dress shirts go?” Chi-Chi’s hands continued to shuffle through the assorted clothing hanging in her closet before she seemed to give up. Goku watched her bottom plop onto the bed. “Oh…, that’s right… we donated them.”

He laughs in his goofy gentle way and moves to hold her. “Can’t I just wear my gi?”

“No.” She scowls, pulling the towel off of her wet hair and tossing it into their hamper. “I’ve told you, Goku. This isn’t a barbecue. It’s a formal dinner.” She taps his arms which had come to encircle her and he releases her. “You are definitely not allowed that old thing.”

He pouts and falls back against the bed with his arms folded. He heard ‘normal’ dinner. Not formal. “But those clothes are so…” He scrunches his nose in thought. “Uncomfortable.”

“Don’t be a child.” She’s already moved to their bathroom. He hears a towel drop to the floor. “Why don’t you pop over to Yamcha’s to see if he has clothes you could borrow?” The sound of her hairdryer irritates him and he makes out something about her getting ready. He’s gone before his wife peaks her head out of the door to make sure he’s gone.

He appears in front of the three story home and startles his old friend. “Yo, Goku. You could’ve called first, ya know!” He doesn’t take long to recover. One gets used to surprises when dealing with Earth’s Strongest. “I was just about to leave. Everything okay?”

“Huh? Yeah, everything’s fine.” Goku laughs. “Does it always have to mean bad things when I visit?”

A pause while Yamcha mulls that train of thought over. “Eh, not always. Juuust mostly.” He smiles and motions for his friend to follow him. “I’ve got a few minutes if you want a quick tour? Did some renovations.”

“Oh, yeah?” Deciding it would be rude to just stop by and demand things, Goku enters. The home is well decorated. Not lavish but definitely upscale. The Saiyan even notices some hints of Bulma’s particular decorating style. He comments on this only when he notices some of Capsule Corps’ furniture. “Bulma send that to you?”

“Yeah.” Yamcha rolls his eyes. “They wanted me to advertise for ‘em. Not really my style but, hey, free stuff.”

“You can’t afford a couch?”

The other man stammers but laughs. “N-Now, that’s not what I said.” He grins. “I just like knowing it bothers Steamers so bad.”

Goku makes a face. “Steamers? Who’s that?”

“Uh… Puar and me… We call him ‘steamers’… cause–” Yamcha snorts, realizing how silly the explanation sounds aloud. “Uh, cause his name is close to Vegetable and w-when they get hot… they steam. Like.” He rolls his eyes. “Those steamer things.”

“HAH!” Goku grins and grins wide. “Better not let Vegeta hear you say that!” They speak some more and catch up on what the other has been doing for the past few months since they last saw each other. After about ten minutes, Goku remembers why he came in the first place. “Oh, yeah, I almost forgot!” He ignores the voice in his head warning what may have happened to him had he returned home without dress clothes. “Chi-Chi has some sort of dinner thing with Bulma. I need fancy clothes. Got any you could spare?”

“Uh, yeah.” Yamcha smirks. “We’re about the same size… even if you could pound me into the dirt.”

“You’ve gotten stronger though.”Goku taps his head and smirks. “I can sense it.” He grins. “Maybe me, you, and Krillin can get together for an old spar session.”

“Nah,” The other man shakes his head and tosses a few articles of clothing at his friend, “I like my bones not broken. But, if you promise not to go Super Saiyan or anything… it could be fun.”

“Cool.” Goku glances at the shirt in his hand and frowns. “So. This won’t disappoint Chi, will it?”

He shrugs. “Dunno, she’s a funny one. You should look fine though.” He glances at his watch. One of those nice and shiny ones that Bulma gifted Gohan when he graduated high school. “Anyway, you can keep those. Apparently, you need ‘em.” They slap each other on the back and exchange good-byes with promises to make plans to reach out later.

“Hon, I’m back!”

She’s holding onto the doorway and pulling on a heel as she orders him to hurry. “Gohan is already on his way over to get Goten. We need to leave soon!”

“Fine, fine! Yeesh.” Goku does as asked and quickly gets dressed in the clothes his friend gave him. Dark colors aren’t normally his thing but he supposes it works. Black blazer jacket, grey shirt, and black slacks. All uncomfortable but Chi-Chi’s eyes glitter and that makes it worth it.

“Shoes!” She exclaims and her husband ignores the curse she whispers as she drops down to look in the bottom of their closet. Their doorbell rings and he can’t ignore the clear. “Shit.”

“It’s probably Gohan, I’ll go let him in.” He does so and let’s his eldest know that Goten is already in bed. “He’s sleeps pretty heavy but…” There’s a small sound of sadness. “I guess you know that.”

Gohan shrugs and straightens his father’s jacket then produces a pair of shoes. “Mom might’ve forgot that she sent these with me when I moved out.” He smiles. “Try and have fun tonight, okay, Dad?”

“Yeah. I’ll try, son.” He puts on the shoes and sighs. “Least your mom is happy.” He ruffles Gohan’s hair and steps into the master bedroom. “Gohan brought shoes.”

Chi-Chi sighes with relief. “That wonderful boy.” She’s up on her feet in a second and Goku remarks how impressive that is in the heeled shoes she wears. She’s wearing the dress that 18 helped her pick out last time she let herself have a ‘girls day’. A dark, almost black, cocktail dress with long sleeves that are sheer. Goku can easily admit she looks lovely. Then again, there’s few times if any that he thought she looked awful. Awfully scary, sure. But not ugly. “Okay, let’s go!”

They had agreed to drive despite Goku’s initial suggestion of Nimbus. Instant Transmission was also a no-go. She hated it. So, he piles into the driver seat and begins the two hour drive to the restaurant. Bulma had rented the space for two hours along with the entire kitchen staff so that the Saiyans would be able to eat their fill and not overwhelm anyone. The thought of food finally elicits excitement.

“Think they’ll have steak, Chi?”

She hums. “Most likely. I didn’t even think to look at their menu…” She shrugs and rests her chin in her palm with the elbow propped on the window. “We should’ve got a picture before we left.”

“Why?”

“We haven’t been this dressed up since that interview for Gohan’s school… and even then it was to look more professional.”

He smirks. “No, I meant more like… why when I won’t ever forget it.” He grins when she startles and looks at him with a blush.

“Goku!” She tries to hide her smile behind her hand and flicks his arm. “I forget how sweet you can be sometimes.” Instead of leaning away, she drops her head against his arm and a look of contentment cross her face. He tries to remember to tell her nice things. To try to be romantic. She’s deserving of such things… but sometimes his Saiyan brain makes it hard.

“Ya know, Chi. I may hate these clothes but I think this is going to be fun.” The urge to speed consumes him but the weight of her head keeps him calm.

“I’m really glad you’re looking forward to this.” She looks up into his face and he chances a glance into her beautiful dark eyes. “I truly missed you while you were gone… cried for nights.”

“I know.” His voice is soft. Sad. He regrets not thinking what his absence would do… but he’s here now. Buu is defeated and Frieza too. Peace is a foreign concept to him. He’s always looked for the next fight but he finds himself content with dwelling in the now. With her. With his family. “I missed you too.”

“Can you promise me something, Goku?”

“Depends, Chi.”

She sighs, sadly. “I just wants us to grow old together… that’s all… I know–” She straightens up and holds her hands together. “I know, that you’re Earth’s strongest defender… but… I would really like to grow old with you. So, next time–” She turns to look at him. “Next time you fight someone… make sure you fight for that promise. Okay?”

“I’ll try.” He excludes the part where his eagerness for a challenge might override that. But, one day, he thinks it might be nice to hand the reigns over to his sons. Let them be Earth’s Greatest Hero. So, he leans over and kisses her forehead. “I will try.”

Chi-Chi nods. “I’ll take it.” There’s a small pause as lights from the city begins to twinkle far in the distance. “Also, please, remember that this isn’t a eating contest between you and Vegeta.”

He laughs. “Fine. Me and you then.”

The look for horror that spreads over his face makes him almost double over. “I would die and you would starve!”

“Admitting defeat, eh, Chi-Chi?”

And there. The spark that made him fall in love with her. She smirks and levels him with a challenging gaze. “Fine.” She holds up a finger. “I bet I can clear my plate before you can yours.”

“What do I get when you lose?”

She blushes. “Whatever you would like.”

“And if I lose?”

She blushes harder. “I-I’m sure you can imagine…”

He grins so hard his cheeks hurt. “My imagination is terrible, Chi. What is it? Can’t you tell your husband?”

“Roshi is a terrible influence on you!” She scolds but adds, very quietly. “That thing… you do… with your mouth.”

He laughs. “Fair. I like those terms. You gotta deal, Chi-Chi!”

To his surprise, he loses. No sooner does he start to dig into his plate, she dumps the entirety of hers onto his with a satisfied expression that quickly dissolves into a childish one when she sticks her tongue out at him. Bulma looks a little shocked at the events but is filled in on the little contest. Vegeta actually chuckles and makes a snide comment on how Kakarot let a Earthling overcome him. The glares he receives from both women doesn’t make him retract the statement but he refrains from anymore for the rest of the night.

Goku finds himself grinning and makes sure that Bulma helps get a picture of him with his lovely wife. After all, who can forget the night that one defeats Earth’s strongest warrior?

#queaky writes #DBZ #fanfiction #dbz fanfiction #gochi #i think that's the ship name anyway #vegbul #right? i dunno

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k18fics · 6 years

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Chestnutfest is coming to an end and I wanna cry because it’s been so fun and I’ve seen and read some great content. Thank you so much @chestnutisland for orchestrating this greatness. Here’s my submission for the theme “Friends to Lovers” it’s a bit longer than my other fic and is NSFW, you’ve been warned.

Krillin’s life had always been about proving he was more. With the monks he was the shortest and the ugliest and the noseless so he went to find Master Roshi so he could become more. His whole childhood, teen hood, and adulthood was all about being more in order to keep up with Goku and help him defend the planet.

Up until they faced Frieza on planet Namek, Krillin thought that he met up to the challenge and was able to give and be more even when no one was expecting it. Then he was beat up and eventually killed by an evil murderous monster that he couldn’t damage no more than an ant.

He tried to train, he really did but the gap was too large. He knew going in that he would stand no chance against the androids. He admired his friends greatly for jumping in even though they all saw so clearly how that android woman absolutely destroyed Vegeta who was a super Saiyan! None of them stood a chance against a Super Saiyan, and that Android owned him.

He was at his limit, he couldn’t give any more and still it wasn’t nearly enough. He might as well try to just stay alive enough to get the dragon balls and revive everyone later, so he stayed there frozen in fear as the androids defeated all his friends and left them unconscious on the ground.

Then she kissed him.

Why did she have to kiss him? I mean Bulma literally assigned him the only job that Krillin was actually capable of doing, but nooooo he couldn’t even do that! Why? Because of a kiss. A stupid kiss. And now she’s absorbed and Cell is perfect.

He tried to give more to protect her. He fought hard but he was nothing to Cell, a feather that kept blocking him. He was helpless against him, but at least he had tried, not like when his friends were being beat up by he androids. He at least tried with this monster who was even worse than the androids and all for what? A kiss?

There were no words to describe how happy Krillin felt when Cell spit out Android 18. Though the crushing pain of losing Goku forever was ever so prominent, still, a part of him couldn’t help but feel happy that she survived.

Even when she yelled at him for using his wish on her and Gohan blurted out his crush and she flew away, Krillin couldn’t help but feel happy that she was alive. The fact that she was alive was enough for him, even though that she would never love him.

She was a goddess, even if Krillin gave more and more until he had nothing more to give he still wouldn’t be good enough for her.

That’s why he was surprised when one day almost six months after the Cell Games he was sitting at a cafe when Android 18 yanked him up from the table violently and yelled, “you! Runt, Krillin, buy me a coffee!”

Krillin was stunned. “Uh okay.”

He was still stunned when he returned with the coffees and she was sitting at the table with an angry expression on her face. She took her coffee from him and glared at him as he sat down across from her.

“My stupid brother says I need friends,” 18 said with a deep scowl.

Krillin sipped his coffee and said, “you want to be my friend?”

“You used your wish on me, I figured you’d want to,” 18 said rolling her eyes.

“You don’t seem too excited about a friendship with me,” Krillin said with a small chuckle.

“I am better alone.”

“But you’re a twin.”

18 snorted and shook her head. “You’re kinda funny runt.”

“Well, I’m happy to be your friend,” Krillin offered with a small smile.

“Why is that?” 18 said leaning forward with interest. “Cause you like me?”

Krillin blushed bright red. “No no that’s not it, I just...you are human just like me, maybe a little enhanced, and I think all people need friends.”

“And what do friends do?”

Krillin shrugged. “I don’t know, have coffee like this I suppose, hang out, eat together, watch movies, go to parties or bars or whatever.”

18 raised an eyebrow suspiciously. “Isn’t that what people do when they’re dating?”

Krillin blushed even brighter red. “Uhh, well yes actually but, uhh, friends do that too just without...like affection.”

“Affection?” 18 said smirking when she saw Krillin fidget nervously.

“Y-yeah like...Uh...well you know...”

18 laughed almost evilly. “I know what you mean you idiot, I just like seeing you squirm.”

Krillin blushed and then joined her laughter. “I don’t think you’ll have a hard time with that.”

“I’m gonna like this friendship,” 18 said standing up. “Thanks for the coffee, meet me tomorrow at the mall at noon, friends take their friends on shopping sprees right?”

Krillin looked shocked. “Shoppin....um yes, y-yes they do.”

“Good bring your wallet.”

Krillin sat there motionless watching her walk away. Did that really just happen?

...

Satan City Mall was bustling with life. Krillin was practically a pack mule hauling bags and bags of stuff to his car where he was packing them in a luggage capsule he brought with him just in case.

“This was a good friends’ outing,” 18 said with a grin. “I’ll take my stuff and go.”

“Oh okay yeah if you want, but uh, there’s a new movie playing and I thought maybe you wanted to go see it.”

18 cocked an eyebrow. “A movie?”

“ Y-yeah, you know we can go as, Uh friends and share some popcorn, and...”

“Okay.”

Krillin blinked in surprise. “Really?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

...

They had been hanging out for seven months. They would go shopping, or to the movies, or out to a bar for a drink, or just a regular lunch or dinner. Krillin always paid but he didn’t mind it. Today was the first time that they were going to hang out in one of their private homes.

Android 17 was with his friends on some cruise and 18 thought they could hang out together at the cabin they shared in the woods.

Krillin was nervous as he knocked the door of the cabin. He loved their friendship but of course he wanted more. His little school boy crush was now a head over heels in love thing and seeing her often like this had him floating on cloud 9. He wanted more, he wanted so much more, but he knew they were just friends and nothing more could ever happen.

“Krillin, come in!” 18 said giving him a small smile that he was sure she only ever gave to him.

He stepped into the house and followed her to the living room. “I brought some movies,” Krillin said holding up some DVDs, “I hope your brother has a tv and player.”

“He does, but I don’t feel like watching movies.”

“Oh okay,” Krillin said setting the movies down on the table and sitting on the couch. “What do you wanna do?”

“Can I ask you something?” 18 said sitting beside him.

“Of course! We’re friends, you can ask me anything.”

“Do friends makeout?”

Krillin gulped. “Uhh...”

“My brother mentioned it with his friends before they left,” 18 said blushing lightly. “He said it’s impossible for boys and girls to be friends because they always end out making out. I don’t even know what he means.”

Krillin deflated but was still blushing. “Eh, making out is kissing and no, friends don’t really do that. Some friends do that, they call it friends with benefits but that can end out real badly, ruin the friendship.”

“Kissing?” 18 said raising a brow. “Kissing is like nothing, how would that ruin a friendship?”

Krillin snorted. “Well feelings of course.”

“You’ve been having feelings for me and we’re still friends so how would kissing affect?”

Krillin looked at her in surprise. “Uh, wait, wait. Are you saying you wanna kiss me?”

18 blushed and turned away. “Er...maybe.”

“L-like on the l-lips?” Krillin stammered starting to sweat. “C-cause I mean...”

“Krillin shut up and kiss me.”

Krillin didn’t hesitate. He surged forward and kissed her with all the energy he could muster. She melted into the kiss placing her hands gently on his face as he slipped her tongue into her mouth. She moaned softly and swirled hers around with his.

Then they broke apart when Krillin needed to breathe but only for a moment before 18 was lunging at him again so strongly that Krillin lost his balance and fell back on the couch with 18 straddling him. They kissed fiercely, 18’s hands sliding into the small locks of hair growing on Krillin’s head and Krillin’s hands roaming all over her back.

18 broke the kiss and sat on the other side of the couch wiping her mouth and Krillin sat up slowly, stunned, blushing brightly, and trying to hide his major erection.

18 didn’t glance at him as she spoke. “So what movies did you bring?”

...

They didn’t do that again for a few months. They hung out casually as usual and neither talked about nor repeated the heated makeout session until one night they went to a club that 17 had recommended.

The club was roaring with activity, people were drinking, dancing, and laughing loudly. At first Krillin and 18 sat at the bar together drinking and Krillin watched amused as 18 shot down guy after guy who came to hit on her.

“Does that happen often?” Krillin said grinning.

18 sighed. “Yeah, it’s annoying.”

That went on for a while until a woman walked up to them and asked Krillin to dance. Krillin just looked at her in shock because that had never happened to him before.

“No he can’t,” 18 snapped at the woman grabbing Krillin’s wrist. “He’s with me.”

“Oh,” the woman said backing away. “Sorry.”

Krillin looked at 18. “Uh thanks,” Krillin said, “b-but what if I wanted to dance with her?”

“Do you?” 18 said menacingly.

“No!” Krillin answered quickly lifting his hands. “I’m just saying, what if I did?”

“Well you’re here with me so that’s that.”

“But we’re just friends aren’t we?”

“I think we are more than that Krillin.”

Krillin raised an eyebrow. “So what are we then?”

18 didn’t answer him, instead she leaned forward and kissed him. He nearly fell out of his stool but braced himself and returned the kiss. The kissed for a few moments then 18 broke the kiss and smirked at the redness of Krillin’s face.

Krillin was panting, he wanted more, no. He needed more.

He gripped 18’s wrist, pulled her off the stool and dragged her to a small corridor in the club. There people were dancing dirty against the walls, making out, or waiting in line for the restroom. Krillin shoved 18 against the wall, pressed himself against her and kissed her roughly.

18 moaned and gripped Krillin’s shoulders tightly as he slid his tongue in her mouth and swirled it around. He hadn’t kissed her like that before and it made her weak in the knees. She felt a heat at the pit of her stomach and tingles shot down her spine.

“More,” she whispered sliding her hands into Krillin’s now long hair.

Krillin gave her more by sliding his hand underneath her shirt and gripping her breast. 18 moaned and grind her hips against his hip.

He shoved his thigh firmly against her crotch and slid it slowly against her so that she had to break the kiss to moan.

“Krillin, let’s get out of here.”

Krillin didn’t hesitate. He gripped 18’s hand and dragged her out of the club. He was still searching for his capsule car when 18 yanked him by the shirt and flew into the air. He flew behind her without hesitation and at full speed. They flew together to 17’s house but they didn’t go inside because Krillin pushed 18 into the forest and against a nearby tree.

They kissed desperately tearing off each other’s clothes as if they were on fire. They stumbled further into the forest until they found the little river.

They tumbled in with a loud splash but even underwater they never broke their kissing. They came up for air and broke the kiss only then. They stared at each other for a moment in silence until 18 said, “Do friends do this?”

Krillin snorted and said, “no.”

18 swam over to the shore, laid her naked body on the ground underneath, spread her legs wide and said, “Good.”

Krillin didn’t hesitate. He lunged out of the water and in between her legs where he immediately lined up his erection to her entrance. She was so soaked he slid right into her easily and she moaned loudly.

“Oh Kami Krillin! More! More!”

Krillin started thrusting his hips into her strongly not holding back after so long of wanting her and wanting more he couldn’t control himself.

She gripped his hair and arched her back as he moved harder and faster until she couldn’t handle it anymore. With a scream her body started trembling as the orgasm washed over her. Krillin groaned at the pulsing against his cock and kept thrusting and thrusting until he came long and deep into her.

He collapsed on top of her panting as she drew lazy circles on his back with her fingertips. “Krillin?”

“Hmm?”

“Wanna be my boyfriend?”

Krillin lifted his head and saw her amused smile and the light pink blush on her cheeks. It was in that moment that he realized he wasn’t the only one who wanted more. He spent his whole life believing that he would always want more and never have and that he would always want to give more and never be able to. Now he realized she wanted more of him and wanted to give more. He wasn’t alone.

Was it too soon to tell her he loved her? He smiled and settled for, “yes, I’ll be your boyfriend.”

#chestnutfest #k18 #krillin #android 18 #krillin x android 18 #dragonball #dragonball z #dragonball s #db #dbz #dbs #fanfic

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cupofangst · 6 years

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I Trust You [Frit]

Okay, more fic time! This isn’t the story I mentioned in a previous post. This... just sort of happened. I wanted to write something that takes place literally after Universe 6 is restored since Hit and Frost had no dialogue whatsover, and I didn’t know where i was going with it so...I just wrote as I went along. So yeah...this is nothing that special, honestly. I’m just on a Frit kick and I want any excuse to write them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Frost let his hands drop to his side as he lifted his gaze to scan his fellow teammates, who he saw were all currently caught up in their own celebrations. Once Caulifla had finished shaking Kale and Cabba, she quickly rushed over and scooped up a startled Dr. Rota, tossing him up in the air as she continued her excited squeals, much to Rota’s displeasure. Botamo was currently hugging Magetta with all his might, while Pirina and Saonel talked amongst themselves. Frost momentarily caught a glimpse of Hit standing on the opposite end of the group, but he didn’t let his gaze linger.

The Icejin turned away from the rest of the group, suddenly feeling awkward and very out of place. He put a fair bit of distance between himself and them before stopping at the edge of the floor, leaning against one of the pillars and crossing his arms. He let his eyes drift shut as he tried to drown out the excited chatter of the others. He was immediately plagued by images of Frieza, his fiendish smirk taunting him in the wake of his betrayal. But what hurt more than that was never getting the chance to prove his worth to his universe. He had been given a second chance to prove himself to Champa and to his team, and he had failed…again.

Perhaps erasure had been a blessing.

His entire body clenched with anger, his fingernails digging into the skin of his upper arms.

Champa will probably destroy me after all this. Not so sure I’d mind.

The sound of footsteps slowly approaching him from behind prompted him to stiffen with anticipation. As they grew louder with their approach, he was able to quickly ascertain who they belonged to.

“Why do you choose to isolate yourself from the others?” Hit’s calm voice inquired.

“I’d rather evaluate my failures in peace. Or did you come over here to remind me of them?”

Hit ignored his biting tone, moving to stand directly beside the shorter alien. He stared up at the sky, his hands tucked deep into the pockets of his coat. “You’re no more a failure than I am,” he replied.

“I don’t need another damn pep talk!”

There was a long silence before Hit brought himself to respond again, and his next words caught the Icejin completely off guard.

“I’m sorry.”

Frost turned to him sharply, mouth agape. “W-What did you say?”

“I should have been looking out for you. You were just as much a part of the team as everyone else was. Had I been more attentive…”

Frost grit his teeth, turning his attention back to the sky. “You’re not my babysitter. Besides…you had your own enemies to deal with.”

“We were expected to look out for each other just as much as ourselves.”

“Well, then I guess that’s something we both failed at,” Frost retorted as he met the assassin’s gaze again. “I wish I could say I did my best…but I know that’s not true. I never had the chance, and I only have myself to blame for that.”

Hit chuckled. “I thought it more likely for me to live another thousand years than to see you take responsibility for your own shortcomings,” he teased. Frost only rolled his eyes. “But you still did well.”

Frost turned his face away from the assassin completely. “I probably would have been better off just staying erased.” He could feel the other’s confused stare boring into the back of his head. “What else is there left for me to do now, except return to the streets? I’m still a criminal; nothing’s changed.”

Hit looked at him again, though he still only saw the back of his head. “I have room,” he blurted out without a second thought, inwardly wincing as he saw the Icejin turn to him with a look of shock.

“What? Room?”

The assassin felt heat rise to his cheeks. “I…Yes,” he answered, clearing his throat. “What I mean is…if you need somewhere to stay…I can-“

“I don’t need a handout.”

Hit closed his eyes, slipping his hands back into his pockets. “Very well,” he replied. “If you’d prefer to stay on the streets and rummage through the garbage for food, then I certainly won’t deny you that,” he finished as he turned to make his way back over to the others.

“W-Wait.”

Hit halted abruptly, suppressing a smirk. He turned back to the alien, noting his apprehension.

“How do I know I can trust you? I mean…how do I know you won’t kill me?”

“You don’t,” Hit answered him bluntly, earning a soured look from the Icejin. “I doubt my word means much to you, so there’s no point in me asserting that I won’t harm you. It’s your call to make.” He watched the pirate silently weigh his options, his expression becoming more conflicted by the second.

“What happens if you receive a contract for my assassination? What then?”

Hit shrugged, replying, “I suppose we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

The Icejin deadpanned. “That is NOT reassuring!” he snapped. Upon seeing the faintest smile tugging at the taller male’s lips, Frost immediately relaxed, gaze falling to his feet. “But I suppose…if you’re offering…” The pirate crossed his arms as he made his way forward towards the other male.

Hit turned on his heel and walked in step with the alien, both of them making their way back to the group. They were silent for a few moments, but it wasn’t long before Hit felt the other’s gaze on him. He finally looked down at him, raising a questioning brow.

Frost smiled, vanquishing the memory of Frieza’s haunting words from his mind. “I trust you.”

#frit #dbs frost #dbs hit #dbs #my writing

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duhragonball · 1 year

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Dragon Ball GT 12

✨GT Stands for Gross Touching✨

✨Is This Episode Worse than “The Roaming Lake”?✨

This is the first full appearance of Dolltaki, my pick for the worst Dragon Ball character ever. “The Roaming Lake” has many problems, but one thing going for it is the absence of Dolltaki. This episode sucks a billion rotten eggs.

✨ “Good” “Ideas”, Poorly Executed✨

The “idea” here is that Pan has been turned into a doll, and she gets scooped up by the secret leader of the Luud Cult, but instead of using her to fuel Luud like the other people who have been turned to dolls, he talks to her and puts her in a little dollhouse he made, and he seems extremely excited about undressing her and putting her in different outfits.

It sucks and I hate it and I think it’s supposed to be a joke but it’s just really weak and sad. This feels like when a show like “The Simpsons” uses a character like Chief Wiggum to satirize the police, or the Comic Book Guy to mock nerds, except Dolltaki is a “doll otaku”, which seems pretty niche to me. Say what you want about Master Roshi, but his pervert act is somewhat more mainstream. How many people watching GT would see a guy like Doltaki and go “Oh, he’s just like that one guy I know!”

Also, Dolltaki’s whole color palette is a really great example of the shitty color scheme that makes this show so tedious to watch. Pus yellow gloves, magenta clothes, teal eyes, it’s all here.

✨Positivity Page✨

I honestly can’t find much to say in favor of this episode, so I’ll go with Trunks turning Super Saiyan for the first time in this series.

And you, know, the sad thing is that while I enjoy this moment, it just reminds me of how much they botched Trunks, and this episode illustrates it perfectly. Let me explain.

Okay, so here’s a gif I made of Trunks slashing a bad guy in half with his sword. It’s in the opening of every episode of GT, and it just might be my favorite bit of animation in the whole of GT. Look at him go.

Now, this is obviously a callback to Future Trunks, the version of the character who traveled through time to warn Goku about the Androids. This Trunks is not the same character, as he’s the aged up version of Kid Trunks from the Majin Buu Saga. That Trunks never had a lot to do with swords, but hey, this is GT, and it’s a perfect chance to redesign the character. And this opening suggests that maybe the GT version of Trunks will also be swingin’ a cool sword.

Well, fun fact: Trunks never uses a sword in all of Dragon Ball GT. It’s this brief shot of him in the opening credits, and that’s it. But you know who does use a sword in GT?

Fucking Goku of all people. Explain that one. The bad guy here throws a whole bunch of swords at Goku, and this would have been a perfect chance for Trunks to just take one with him as a souvenier for use in later adventures, but he’s not in the room, so it doesn’t happen.

All right, so let me cover this episode in order, or we’ll be here all day. Last time, Goku defeated Mutchy Motchy, the leader of the Cult of Luud, and it was surprisingly easy. As it turns out, Mutchy Motchy was just a servant of the real leader of the Cult of Luud. This turns out to be the gold whip he was carrying the whole time, and when Mutchy Motchy dies, the whip transforms into a shitty looking Mega Man boss named Mutchy.

Mutchy has the power to control objects when he touches them with the tips of the tentacles on his wrists. So he makes a bunch of stone tiles fly around and attack Trunks, and eventually they all stack up on top of him and pin him down. He has to turn Super Saiyan to muscle out of this predicament.

And, like I mentioned, Mutchy uses his powers to fling swords at Goku. This shot here is especially annoying, because Goku acts like he’s in some sort of tight spot. He’s surrounded by four swords, you guys! What if a fifth one comes at him? He won’t have room to dodge that! Goku beat Frieza, but I don’t know how he can hope to survive a monster on the level of Motchy!

I wish I was kidding, but I’m not. Goku turns Super Saiyan to fight Mutchy, but he gets his ass kicked anyway. So Trunks shows up and blindsides Mutchy while he’s strangling Goku with his whip arms. It took TWO Super Saiyans to kill Mutchy.

So while all of this is going on, this asshole Doltaki is watching the fight on closed-circuit television, but he’s more interested in his shitty doll collection, and he’s mainly interested in creeping on Pan, his new favorite. He rubs her against his face, talks baby talk to her, and tries to remove her doll clothes so he can dress her up in something else.

During all this, one of the cultists shows up in his room and informs him of the battle taking place in the main hall, and it becomes clear that Doltaki isn’t just some weird pervert who lives here. No, he runs the whole cult. Except, no, Mutchy was supposed to be the leader, right? Well, I’m pretty sure Doltaki is actually in command here, but it’s hard to be sure, since the two of them never have any scenes together.

Anyway, Doltaki orders all of the cultists to assemble in the hall so he can address them. It’s a good thing Goku and Mutchy moved out to another part of the building, or that would have been awkward.

The cultists are pretty hyped for this, especially the older ones, because “Father Doltaki” hasn’t made a public appearance in 20 years. They think he’s a miracle worker, and many of them hope that he’ll deign to heal their ailments. So it seems pretty clear that Mutchy was the day-to-day leader of the congregation, and Doltaki is a bigger deal.

But when Doltaki addresses them, he just zaps them with his Fleshlight and turns them all into dolls to fuel Luud. The cultists learn, much too late, that Luud was never a god, but a sophisticated machine, one which Doltaki plans to activate in order to stop Goku and Trunks. It’s weird how he takes his sweet time about this, though. The fight with Mutchy is happening right now, and it doesn’t last all that long. You’d think he’d be a little more desperate to get Luud in the game.

One (other) thing I don’t get is why Doltaki has been working on this project for twenty (!) years. The cult is clearly just a front, and they’ve been gathering victims to turn into dolls, which somehow increases Luud’s power, I get that. The thing is, they had a lot of followers in this episode, and that’s almost enough to bring Luud to full power. Not quite all the way, but Doltaki thinks it’ll be enough to beat Goku and Trunks. The point is, he’s made more progress in the past week than he has in the last two decades, so what the hell?

Also, this puts to lie the notion that Mutchy learned the location of the Black Star Dragon Balls from Luud. If Luud were really a god, then he could plausibly hand down divine revelations about the Dragon Balls’ locations, but that’s out the window. So was Doltaki the one supplying that information? How would he know where the Dragon Balls are? And why would he want the Dragon Balls? He seems to already have everything he wants.

Anyway, Luud starts to activate just as Goku and Trunks find out that Doltaki has Pan.

This episode is a garbage fire from start to finish, let’s just get out of here.

✨The Blade Braxton Memorial Haiku*✨

Subs or dubs? Who cares?

Doltaki ruins this show

In all languages.

#dragon ball #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #dragon ball gt #really sucks #goku #trunks #pan #mutchy #doltaki #luud

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zombryz · 3 years

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★ needy ★ a Frieza story pt.4

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

TW - mentions of lemon

Please enjoy ⍟ sorry it took me forever to upload this pls dont hate me

The next morning felt different, not just because you woke up to an alien's arms wrapped around you but still you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You were still lying comfortably in the position you had fallen asleep in the night before. Frieza held you close to his chest, your leg wrapped over his lower abdomen and his tail clung itself to your lower waist. You didn’t want to move, you were so at peace. As you became more awake you noticed your surroundings. The air had shifted slightly and the sun was peering through the window, not like before where the sun seemed distant in the starry filled sky. You heard birds chirping beautifully in the background as you finally fluttered your eyes open. Birds? Wait a minute, you were on Earth!

The realization caused you to jump up in excitement. As you sat up in bed you found yourself trapped in by Frieza’s tail, you had almost forgotten that you were still a prisoner. There was no way Frieza was just going to let you go, last night didn’t matter to him. His words echoed in the back of your mind, “I will only breed with you this once.” You sighed, melting back down in bed, upset at the world and upset with Frieza.

“Good morning, my little human companion,” Frieza shifted comfortably and let the grip of his tail tighten around you as he yawned himself awake. You’d be lying to yourself if you said he wasn’t adorable. You grew more annoyed at your situation, wishing you could just take him back to your apartment and keep him there forever. He pulled you away from your thoughts by pulling you into his arms and into a tight embrace. His chin was resting on your forehead. Damn you, Frieza.

“Hello, my Lord,” you smiled at him up at him, unsure if you actually enjoyed calling him that or if you were just trying to mock him.

“You may have noticed that my ship is docked on your home planet, are you excited to see your friends again?”

This had to be a test, he’s trying to see where your loyalties lie. You thought to yourself, where do your loyalties lie? Obviously with your friends, last night doesn’t change anything. It can’t change anything. Right? You decided to have the upper hand here, you climbed on top of Frieza straddling him once again. The gesture was sweet unlike last night which was pure sex.

“I would rather lay here with you for all of eternity,” you leaned down to kiss him. The kiss was brief but pleasant and he didn’t pull away. After a moment you were the one to pull away slowly leaving him wanting more. You played it smart, if Frieza was here with you then he wouldn’t be a threat to your friends. If Goku and Vegeta weren’t back yet then the others wouldn’t stand a chance. Frieza looked you up and down and fixed his eyes on your lips. He was trying to read you to see if you were telling the truth. Luckily, it wasn’t a full lie. You definitely did want to lay with Frieza forever, you could die happy laying here with him getting fucked by him over and over again.

Frieza’s evil, shameful smile had returned. He brought his pointer finger to your face and shook it up and down, “Ah, tsk, tsk Y/N. I warned you and you should have listened.” His hand formed into an open palm as he held it over your forehead. This was a familiar motion and unfortunately, you knew what was to come next. Your eyes felt heavy and started to close involuntarily. He had drained your energy and you had fallen into a deep sleep.

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You were very uncomfortable, there was a sudden gust of wind that hit your face waking you from your slumber. You had no idea how long you were out. From what you could tell you were outside now, the sun was shining brightly through your closed eyelids. You attempted to open them but the sun's rays were blinding causing you to pull your hand to your face to shield the sunlight. When you finally adjusted to the brightness you removed your hand from above your head and placed it back down near your knees as you sat up on them. You were on a floating metal platform. Your collar was still around your neck and you felt a chain connected to your hands and feet. You were locked onto the platform, when you looked to your right you saw Frieza’s tail hanging out of what looked like a hover pod. He was hovering just slightly higher than you so you were unable to see his face. There were soldiers surrounding you and looked to be guarding Frieza. You looked down on the hill where the soldiers were facing, you saw all of your friends. Bulma, Whis, and Beerus were standing with Goten and Trunks. Gohan looked injured and was standing over Piccolo, it was hard to see but he looked very injured as well. Krillin was leaning over him with a worried look plastered all over his face. Standing in front of everyone was a very angry Vegeta and Goku, you sighed with relief seeing that the others were in good hands now that they were here. The realization of the situation finally set in, Frieza actually went through with his attack. You weren’t sure what you expected but you had hoped he’d have a change of heart. You were a fool to think that. There wasn’t much you could do so you stared at your friends until one of them noticed you. Goku looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours. His angry face breaking, giving you a slight smile.

“She’s awake, She’s okay!” Goku yelled out for all of the others to hear. The worry in his voice was quickly replaced with relief. You smiled down at him, it was so good to see him again. “Don’t worry Y/N, I’ll be right there to get you!” he added speaking directly to you this time. Vegeta had now fixed his eyes on you also, his eyebrows lifted slightly after seeing that you were okay.

“Monkeys, sadly I do not believe your beloved Y/N is in need of being saved. In fact, I believe you’ll find that she has grown very fond of being with me.”

You looked up at Frieza to see he had left his hover pod. He was now flying on his own and heading towards Goku. You sat up on your palms nervous for what was about to happen.

“Oh yeah? Then why is she tied up against her will?” Goku furrowed his brows at Frieza, he didn’t believe his lies. He began flying up towards Frieza to meet him halfway. This was going to be bad.

They were too high up for you to hear their conversation, it was brief but you could feel its intensity. A few moments later they backed off and began to trade blows. They were clashing at insane speeds and you were no longer able to see their attacks. Vegeta looked very impatient and irritated. He flew up to both of them and Frieza and Goku paused to listen to Vegeta. You were still unable to hear what they were saying to each other. They must’ve come to a conclusion because Vegeta let Goku continue fighting Frieza, this time Goku turned Super Saiyan Blue. You were growing concerned for Frieza, unsure if he was powerful enough to fight Goku. Suddenly it became very bright, it looked like Frieza was also powering up. There was a bright orange aura surrounding him, blinding you and everyone else in the sky. When his aura dimmed he revealed a new form, he was Golden. He was absolutely stunning to say the least, even Goku looked surprised. It didn’t take long for them to begin fighting again. Your eyes tried to follow their dances across the sky and you bit your bottom lip in fear. From what you could tell Goku was losing. Just like that, Goku fell out of the sky returning to his base form. Oh no, you thought. Your heart was racing. Frieza hovered over Goku’s body and it looked like he was preparing to kill him once and for all, you screamed out Frieza’s name with tears in your eyes. Frieza hesitated at the sound of your voice but still sent out a ki blast. His hesitation bought Vegeta time to jump in front of Goku.

Vegeta deflected Frieza’s ki beam sending it into a nearby mountain top. Vegeta powered up to Super Saiyan Blue and began to throw punches at Frieza. He fought with more anger than Goku, knowing the history between them you understood why. They both took off to the air and you lost track of their movements. Goku was returned to the rest of your friends on the hilltop and given a senzu bean. Everyone focused on the fight, even Whis and Beerus who seemed to be unfazed and enjoying something Bulma had brought them to snack on. Within a few moments Goku was up and he must’ve used instant transmission to appear in front of Vegeta and Frieza’s fight which looked to be coming to an end. You had just noticed that Frieza’s men that were surrounding you were no longer there, you were floating alone in the sky. Frieza was on his knees in front of Vegeta who was holding his palm over his exhausted body. Goku was behind them preparing his ultimate kamehameha and you felt your heart shatter in your chest. Goku was going to kill him. You had to do something. You let out a gut wrenching scream calling Goku’s name. The saiyans had never heard so much pain come from you. Vegeta, Goku, and Frieza all turned their heads towards you. Tears were falling down your face, your throat dry and raspy. You were shaking, pulling at your shackles trying to break yourself free.

“STOP! PLEASE!” You yelled, trying your hardest for your voice to reach them. “DON’T KILL HIM!” you cried.

Goku swept in front of Vegeta and grabbed Frieza before he could escape. They had both let their guards down and Goku knew Frieza would have used that against them but he didn’t. Frieza was beat up and was back in his base form, he was in Goku’s grasp and he stared at you slightly confused as to why you were pleading for his life. The three of them flew over to you, Frieza still being held at the shoulder by Goku.

“What is it, Y/N? Are you hurt?” Goku questioned as he got in close enough proximity to you.

“No, I-I just... Please don’t kill him.” you begged.

“I don’t understand. Do you even understand who he is, woman?” Vegeta chimed in spitting anger through gritted teeth, fuming that Frieza wasn’t already dead.

“I know, it's just that,” you paused, unsure how to exactly say the next part, “I care about him.” you said softly, your head dropping low because you couldn’t look them in the eyes. Frieza was their sworn enemy. Vegeta was once his slave. They wouldn’t not kill him just because you care about him, it wasn’t good enough. You allowed yourself to care about Frieza, you gave yourself to him. What would they do if they found out? They would never forgive you. They would see you as their enemy too. There was a long pause before Goku finally decided to speak.

“I don’t know what happened to you up there, Y/N, but I know that no one has ever cared about Frieza. We’ll let him go this time but if he tries anything we will not hesitate to put him back in the ground that he crawled out of”

Vegeta looked upset with the outcome, he huffed and puffed. “Kakarot, what the -”

“Oh come on Vegeta, if Frieza trained up to get this strong then we can keep sparring with him and get even stronger.”

You weren’t really listening to them anymore, your eyes were on Frieza’s. He stared back at you with a look you hadn’t seen before. It was with adoration. No one had ever cared about him before, you were becoming special to him. He may not have a heart but with you he hesitates and he doesn’t understand why. He finally saw what the ‘Monkey’s’ saw in you. It was as if his revenge didn’t matter anymore, you gave him a purpose. Once everyone accepted his fate they escorted him back to Capsule Corp where he was told he had to stay under your watch on probation. If anything got out of hand Goku would be there to stop it. He was also going to be under Vegeta’s roof. You could get used to having Frieza around, this time he’d be the one in a collar. You smirked at the thought.

#frieza #dbs frieza #dbs goku #lord frieza #freeza #frieza imagine #friezaneedyfic #fanfic #Bryannawrites

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swampy-taint-witch · 7 years

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Here are 70 reasons why KakaVege is totally a thing

•Vegeta had to have chose to be naked when showing up in Gokus dreams after he died. No one takes your clothes when you die. Either that or Goku hallucinated Vegeta as naked. •Vegeta somehow pieces together that Goku is Kakarot and immediately holds off a giant fight to wait for him. •In Super, they hold hands when instant transmitting, when Vegeta could've easily put his hand on Gokus shoulder. •After instant transmitting Vegeta avoids eye contact with literally everyone and looks extremely embarrassed. •Whenever an evil saiyan comes to earth and calls Goku Kakarot he gets angry, but when Vegeta does it's okay because it's Vegeta's name for him. Like almost a pet name.

•After spending a year with Goku at Beerus' planet, Vegeta chooses to sit next to Goku instead of his wife that he hasn't seen in a year •Goku didn't immediately use kaioken on Nappa so he could show off to Vegeta •Vegeta killed Nappa for embarrassing him in front of Goku (and killing Piccolo but whatever)

•Goku sat with his arm slung around Vegeta's shoulders •Vegeta caught Goku bridal style •They prank each other very subtly • "Just wait, you'll find your match in Goku." ~Piccolo (to Vegeta) DBZ episode 25, 20:24 •During the Buu saga Vegeta restrains Goku against a mountain and smacks him around. It seems a bit kinky. •During his restraint, Goku could've gotten out the whole time. He either stayed because he liked it or he knew Vegeta liked it. Either way it's gay. •Vegeta makes Goku chase him around. Seemingly to show him his ass. •Piccolo refuses to go into the time chamber with the two of them because he knows. •Goku begged for Krillin to spare Vegeta even though there was more danger to it than not. •Both times they fight they end up holding hands. •They slept in the same room on Beerus' planet. BEERUS IS A GOD. BEERUS HAS MORE THAN ONE GUEST BEDROOM. •Goku buries Vegeta after he dies, even though he didn't bury Yamcha, Tien, or Piccolo • "Wow, my body's so weak I can barely stand up." ~Goku (indirectly to Vegeta) DBZ episode 32, 18:55 • "I guess that means you can't run from me anymore now." ~Vegeta (to Goku) DBZ episode 32 20:25 •In Super, Goku is the only one consistently cheering Vegeta on while he's fighting Magetta •When asking Krillin to spare Vegeta, Goku sounded extremely desperate to have him survive •As Vegeta is leaving in his pod, Goku smiles up at it almost sadly •After instant transmitting, neither of them let go of the others hand immediately. But both of them are 'disgusted' with it. •Vegeta keeps Goku from dying during nearly every fight that they fight together. GOOD LUCK KILLING GOKU WHEN VEGETAS AROUND. •Vegeta insists on fighting Frost when he has literally no reason to other than because he poisoned Goku during a fight •As Goku is falling into Vegetas arms, Vegeta looks horrifically concerned about Gokus safety •As soon as Vegeta wakes up on Frieza planet 79 the first thing he says is "Kakarot" •While recuperating from the fight, Goku uses the words that Vegeta said to him as motivation. •When sacrificing himself to Buu, Vegeta says Trunks' name before Bulmas, implying that Trunks being his son came before Bulma being his implied wife. He also addressed Goku last, and his name was the last proper name he says before he tells Buu he is going to kill himself. •When Roshi told Goku that Vegeta was on Namek he was incredulous, but he didn't even react learning that there was an even stronger being there too. •In Super, Goku has a smile and is laughing nervously when he sees how pissed off Vegeta is after nearly losing but being saved by a rule. •In Dokkan Battle, the following is said by Vegeta: "Kakarot is mine! Don't lay a finger on him!" "It'll be inconvenient for me as well if you don't give Kakarot his body back." For obvious reasons this leads us to believe that Vegeta had 'other' uses for Gokus body. •In episode 44 of Super, Goku uses one of Vegeta's attacks during training. •"Come, Kakarot!" ~ Superhuman Water Vegeta, DBS episode 45. • In the history of Trunks movie at the beginning, when Goku dies, it exclusively only shows Vegeta's reaction. "Ka..karot. No.." •In episode 46 of super, Vegeta is struggling to decide if he should root for Goku or his clone. We all know Vegeta loves himself quite a bit. •In the first Broly movie, once Vegeta returns from looking for the legendary super saiyan, he sees Goku sitting in a windowsill. They have a short encounter, and at first Vegeta is smiling once Goku addresses him. •Additionally, Goku smiles dumbly while watching Vegeta walk away. •"Vegeta? Vegeta, are you in here? I'm tired of waiting for you. Plus I haven't eaten breakfast yet. Yoowho!" What was Goku waiting for Vegeta for, huh? •After Broly nails Goku in the face the screen breaks apart, revealing Vegeta, who is standing on a building that starts breaking apart. It cuts to Vegeta, and not Gohan? Gokus first son? •When Goku is getting his ass handed to him, after every hit it cuts to Vegeta, pleading for Goku to give up.. the only thing that would stop is Gokus pain. Does Vegeta care? •Really, in all of the times Vegeta and Goku have gotten their heads rammed together, theres a very slim chance that their lips havent touched. At least a little. •After Vegeta catches Goku, he pauses for a second and looks him in the eyes. And when it cuts to Gokus face, you see Vegetas fingers a little bit too relaxed looking against his neck. •In Super, after spending a year in the hyperbolic time chamber, Goku and Vegeta came out with beards. In one shot, Vegeta is standing behind Goku, one hand on the others shoulder. • In Fusion Reborn, Goku flies into a pile of needle balls to save Vegeta. Goku is terrified of needles of normal sizes, let alone ones the size of his body. • "Somewhere, out in the darkness, Vegeta is waiting for me." Goku, episode 47, 16:01 • While talking to Dodoria, Vegeta admits that his fight with Goku was and 'enlightening experience', but he pauses, a bit awkward. It's during the fight that he realizes he's gay. • After killing Dodoria, Vegeta is gloating about how he's breaking his own expectations, then he randomly mentions that he wishes Goku and his friends were there to see his power. • The dragon ball that Vegeta steals from the namekian village is the four star. The same number of stars in the ball Goku had as a kid. • "If I keep this up, I should be ready for Vegeta." Goku- ep 53 8:20. He's completely ignoring the fact that Frieza even exists while Vegeta is around. He then looks happily off into the ceiling. • After Gohan steals the dragon ball from the lake and runs into Vegeta, he calls Gohan the 'son of Kakarot'. Instead of going 'oh, there's Gohan', he goes, 'oh, there's the son of the man I think about probably way too much'. • While talking to Gohan, Vegeta asks him suddenly if Goku is on Namek too. • At Guru's house, Dende mentions that there is a high power level approaching them. Krillin thinks out loud that it might be Goku, and Vegeta cuts him off screaming 'KAKAROT?!' While looking into the air. He's a little too excited. • After saving Krillin, Goku asks why Vegeta is fighting with them, all the while staring at him from afar. • When Recoome attacks Goku and he pretty much teleports behind Jeice and Burter, Vegeta is the only one who was able to keep an eye on him. • Vegeta is quote, "the only one who understands Goku." Seems pretty gay • When it looks like Jeice annihilated Goku with Ki blasts, the camera cuts to Vegeta and he looks fucking devastated. • Goku explicitly says he was hoping Vegeta changed for the better so they could team up after Vegeta finished Burter and Recoome off. • There is an attraction phenomenon called imitation, where the two tend to copy the others movement. While speaking about the namekian dragon balls with Gohan and Krillin, there is a shot showing all four of them, Goku and Vegeta in the exact same position. • Goku says he was hoping he could join forces with Vegeta, fight with him side by side. Vegeta nearly killed Goku, yet Goku still wants to have Vegeta be a part of his life. Not only that, but Vegeta is totally up for it until he flies off. • The imitation phenomenon is also shown between when Goku goes ssj3 in front of Buu, and when Majin Vegeta sacrifices himself, and in ep. 67 of super. • Goku and Vegeta's sacrifices were very similar, in an explosion, and neither of them succeeded in killing the villian. • Vegeta asks Piccolo if he'll see Goku in the afterlife. He doesn't even mention them trying to wish him back. •While Goku is healing, Vegeta chooses to sit down right next to him and nap when he could've gone anywhere else • In episode 67 of Super, Goku and Vegeta are sitting right next to each other and no where near their wives You know, even after they almost died 5 times • The term 'grass' can mean 'homosexual love' and the two cut grass every day for Whis as training. There's also a moment when Vegeta throws a handful of grass into the air.

That’s what I have as far as the things I’ve noticed and written down! Feel free to add to this list if I missed something!

#kakavege #otp #my otp is canon #please appreciate this post it took forever to get all this info #long post #big post #goku #vegeta #kakarot

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tigerlover16-uk · 6 years

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Thoughts on DBS Chapter 32

Oh, this is going to be fun to talk about. And by fun, I mean UUUUGGGGHHHHH!

* I liked the introductory scene we got of Caulifla, but apart from that I don’t really like how Toyotaro handled her. We get this set up that she’s some strong and intimidating gang leader that controls her own territory on Planet Sadla, and that the military can’t handle her. Which, alright, that’s good. It was curious that her followers mostly seem to be a small group of hooded women in this version, rather than a bunch of muscular male thugs like in the anime. And apparently there are children living in her settlement? That leaves me with a lot of questions I wouldn’t mind seeing answered.

However, I really don’t feel like Toyotaro sold her as a fighter. She beats up some random soldiers, and we get a transition shot of her kicking Cabba into a mountain, but then Cabba just goes Super Saiyan and kicks her butt, and it ends in Caulifla cowering against a wall as he stops short of punching her.

Like... I get the intention was to make her want to transform to get her to fight in the tournament, but the anime did that just fine by having Cabba just blast away that one guy by powering up. We don’t even get to see Caulifla powering up, we’re just told she did that off-screen with ease.

It honestly makes her competence as a fighter come off as an informed attribute. I mean, excluding Note from Dragon Ball Heroes (Which is as supplementary and far from canon as you can get, so I don’t count it), Caulifla is the first super saiyan woman in the franchise. Why did Toyotaro feel the need to trivialize the significance of that so much?

(Then again given how he wrote Bulma and Future Mai last saga, and Chichi and Videl’s practical nonexistence in this manga, I’m starting to wonder if maybe Toyotaro just has a problem with women in general... I’m terrified to see how he handles the Kamikaze Fireballs)

* I don’t know how to feel about Kale in this version. We didn’t see her transform before the tournament, which I guess isn’t necessary so whatever. She seems more brooding and her meekness is toned down a lot, and apparently she’s really fast in her base form. I guess some people might find this more appealing, but it leaves me wondering what exactly Toyotaro’s going to do with her.

Also, I don’t like how it’s Cabba who wanted to bring her to the tournament in this version. Here Caulifla seems less confident in her abilities and saying while she has promise she’s “Not quite there yet”. For the problems the anime had with Kale’s handling, her relationship with Caulifla was something I really did like, so this has me a bit worried.

Also, I feel like it was a waste that we still don’t really know anything about Kale’s backstory so far. That was the main issue with her portrayal in the anime, where we didn’t have enough set up as to why she’s such a depressed person and building up her and Caulifla’s relationship to properly sell why she would have such a meltdown when she thought Caulifla was abandoning her. Everything else would have been fine the way it was if it was built up better, but I guess I shouldn’t have expected Toyotaro to catch on to that.

* I see everything from episode 89 was cut. Which, I have mixed feelings about that. On the one hand, I’m glad to see the stuff with Yurin and Master Roshi’s antics go. That was just uncomfortable on too many levels and not needed at all, so good riddance.

But I miss the detail of Tien having his own Dojo now. While the anime gratuitously undersold him as a fighter, Tien opening up a dojo and training his own students was the most significant character progression he’d gotten since the end of the original Dragon Ball, and honestly I feel it left him in a much better place than the Buu Saga did, where he and Chiaotzu had just apparently become wandering hermits who never see any of the other characters anymore, which I always thought was just unsatisfying.

In the manga, he just kind of shows up, with Roshi even commenting that he never expected the two of them would ever be needed for anything ever again (Hey, Toyotaro? Trying to be meta isn’t always a good thing, especially if it effectively advertises that they supposedly don’t really matter in this story)

I appreciate we didn’t see Tien get slapped around so much at least, but if his contributions to the tournament end up being as minimal as they were in the anime, then he’ll effectively be left with nothing in this version.

* On a similar note, Master Roshi doesn’t get any build up either. We don’t have any indication that he’s gotten stronger, we don’t see him training to overcome his perverted instincts, and we don’t get that nice moment with him and Korrin. Which is just disappointing.

I mean, the bit with him and Puar was uncomfortable yes and I’m not completely sad to see it go, but unlike the Yurin nonsense it at least served to show characters actually preparing for the tournament, that the minor characters have their own part to play, and overcoming his perverted nature counts as a bit of development for Roshi to show just how big a deal his role in the story was to his character.

Here he’s gotten nothing so far, we only know he wants prize money to renovate Kame House. I’m really nervous Toyotaro’s going to screw up his big moment in the tournament now.

* We also barely see anything with Frieza, and all the cool moments with Frieza selling him as having gotten smarter and a lot more cunning and effectively selling him as being back better than ever are cut out in favour of a joke about his and Goku’s negotiations “Not going well” and them showing up looking beat up. Also Frieza is the one who doesn’t want to hold hands in this version. It’s just... so unsatisfying and the way it’s set up makes his inclusion feel obligatory because it’s in the story outline.

I mean... it’s not even clear that the image training he did allowed him to overcome his stamina problem as golden Frieza, it’s just said he got stronger. What the heck? Isn’t Toyotaro the guy who just loves adding little details to things the anime glosses over?

* Either Toyotaro forgot to include Goten’s name when 17 said it, or Trunks is the only one guarding Android 17′s island in this version. Marron is nowhere in sight.

I mean, okay I get leaving her out, but why Goten too? Toyotaro just loves excluding and marginalizing the Son family, doesn’t he? On that note...

* We don’t see ANY of Gohan’s training with Piccolo. He just shows up (Wearing Piccolo’s purple gi instead of Goku’s. Because of course, gotta pander to the “Piccolo is his real dad” people I guess), says he’s excited to be fighting with Vegeta again (Notice how there’s no interaction between him and Goku in this version so far?) and it’s commented he looks like he’s improved.

Just... wow. I know we make fun of how fast and how much he seemed to improve in the anime, but at least the anime TRIED to give Gohan an arc and make him feel like a significant character. The writers actually TRIED giving him some good development and natural character progression that was really interesting. Here, Gohan just feels like as much of an afterthought as everyone else so far not named Goku, Vegeta and to a lesser extend Android 17. And I’m pretty sure that’s only because Toriyama specified that his scenes had to happen in a certain way to properly re-introduce him.

* What the heck!?!? We didn’t get ANY set up for the fighters from the other universes except Toppo, Jiren, Caulifla, Kale and somewhat for Dyspo I guess? Even the other Pride Troopers were just background fodder in their one scene, including Kahseral. This is just straight up admitting that every other new character in this tournament is just scenery who just exist to pad out time. What the heck!

* Also, instead of wanting Krillin to be in the tournament because he’s a good tactical fighter, here Goku just says he should join because he’s small and good at running away (Viz tried to soften it by having Goku say he runs fast, but the intent is still clear). Way to bow down to the memes and make a joke out of one of the series most important characters while not giving him any character development or having him get stronger and becoming a full time martial artist again, Toyotaro! Are you sure you’ve actually read Dragon Ball, and you’re not just a TFS fanboy!?

Okay, look, I can go on. I mean, I really can, because there’s a lot of stupid and lazy stuff here. This legitimately feels like one of the chapters out of the manga’s Battle of God’s saga, where Toyotaro was just abridging the story as much as he could to get to the Champa saga.

In conjunction with the other two “Build up” chapters before the tournament, everything feels so slap dashed and phoned in, like Toyotaro didn’t put any effort into making the story interesting or fun, or even trying to make it feel like any of the characters except Goku, Vegeta, Jiren, Toppo and the Saiyan girls had anything going for them in this story.

I honestly never want to hear any more complaints about the pacing of the anime version after reading this, because this was insultingly lazy! It barely feels like there’s an actual story going on, there’s no tension or dramatic weight to ANYTHING in this chapter. Everything here feels like it was just ticking off boxes of stuff Toriyama said to include in the outline so Toyotaro can just get to the tournament ASAP. It’s that pathetically lazy.

I refuse to put up with anyone telling me that the manga version of this arc is so much better than the anime rendition, because literally ALL of the best parts were in the anime and weren’t included here. The only thing that feels slightly more fleshed out is Jiren, which great that he has more personality, but that’s NOT ENOUGH to make up for everything else that wasn’t included!

This was by far the worst, laziest chapter of the manga I’ve read in a while. All it’s missing was another one of Toyotaro’s nonsense comments about how Goku doesn’t know where babies come from.

Dear God, this blows. I really didn’t expect to get this angry writing my thoughts on this, but I have just had it with Toyotaro. THIS is the man Toriyama supposedly picked as his successor, people. GOD help us all!

#dragon ball super #dbs #dragon ball #dragon ball z #toyotaro #dbs manga #dragon ball super manga

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coldphoenix · 7 years

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Friku short

A/N:- So this is my part of an art trade with @starsprincessjavert. I can’t draw so I said I’d do a narrative… and she asked for Friku, and let me decide how I did it. So… this happened XD I hope it’s okay! It was kind of fun to write tbh lol…

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“Hmm…” “Is that good…?” “Mm-hm…” Frieza purred from the soft comfort of his duvet, his tail slowly swaying in relaxation behind his lover’s back, as he lay face down on their bed. Goku was sitting on top of him, his calloused hands gliding firmly across Frieza’s smooth skin. He used his ki to warm them slightly; Frieza seemed to appreciate it. He was nuzzling his face into the duvet… he did that when he was comfortable. Frieza liked warmth, and often when they slept together he would curl up against Goku and nuzzle his face against Goku’s chest, basking in the heat of Goku’s arms around him. Goku always thought it was cute. They were about equal in strength, but Frieza sure did feel harmless when they slept together. He was so small and cuddly… like a doll. But a very scary doll, that had the power to do Goku some serious harm. That was what he liked about Frieza. Frieza was small, and cute, but… tough as well. He was really strong. Goku liked that about him. He liked a lot of things about Frieza… he liked his personality, and his strength, and the way he looked and the way he felt… Actually, he really liked the way Frieza felt. Offering him a massage was just another excuse to grope him. Frieza probably knew that Goku was doing this for himself as much as for Frieza – Frieza knew he could be selfish like that… but he didn’t care. Why would he? He was getting a massage out of it.

Frieza has his eyes closed, and a small smile upon his relaxed face. Goku was rather skilled at massages. His wide, open palms and the firm way in which he touched… well, anything at all really, Goku wasn’t particularly soft-handed or delicate… it all felt wonderful against Frieza’s muscles. He was using just the right amount of warmth on his palms as well – Goku was very good at controlling his ki, even if he was heavy handed in most other ways. “You wanna spar again later?” Goku offered. “Mm…” Frieza groaned in reluctance. “No… why don’t you go off and train with Beerus?” “Okay!” Goku grinned in agreement, his eyes lighting up. He’d much rather do that. Frieza was a great sparring partner, but they’d battled only this morning and Goku could do with fighting someone much stronger than himself.

Frieza opened one eye, to glance up at his lover. “Strange how you don’t seem disappointed at all.” He commented. “It’s almost as if you expected me to say no.” “Hehe…” Goku sweat dropped, his wide grin turning sheepish. Busted… “Why would I ask if I thought you’d say no?” “So that you don’t have to feel guilty about just leaving.” Frieza answered. He smirked slightly; the tip of his tail was near Goku’s face, and he could feel the heat emitting from it. Goku was bright red. “Uh…” Goku mumbled, his hands stopping for just a moment. “Frieza…” “I’m not your ex.” Frieza sniped, closing his open eye. “I don’t care if you want to disappear for a few hours, or even a month. I quite enjoy having the time to myself.” “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to take that…” Goku admitted with a small smile, confused by a mixture of relief, excitement for his training, and… wondering if Frieza didn’t actually like him.

Frieza chuckled, and rubbed the tip of his tail against Goku’s warm cheek. “Don’t worry about it. You don’t want to overload that pretty little brain of yours, do you?” “Shut up.” Goku frowned, pulling his cheek away. “I’m not stupid.” “No…” Frieza answered. “You’re a little dense, but not stupid. You’re far too deceptive to be stupid.” He smirked a little, and trailed his tail up Goku’s spine. “What you don’t seem to realise is that I’m not stupid either.” “… I’m sorry.” Goku mumbled. He felt bad… Frieza was one hundred percent right. Goku wanted to train with Beerus, and he knew Frieza wouldn’t be in the mood to spar… and that was the only reason Goku had even suggested it. He was so used to getting yelled at every time he wanted to train he hardly ever thought of just asking… “Don’t be.” Frieza said. “I like that side of you. … When you use it against other people.” “Alright.” Goku laughed slightly, although he was somewhat disturbed. Frieza didn’t think he was a jerk, did he…? Did Frieza like him because he thought he was a jerk? … Goku always thought it was his looks…

He was suddenly distracted, by a soft tap against his back. “You aren’t finished.” Frieza stated. “Hehe.” Goku laughed, reassured. “Sorry.” He smiled down at Frieza, and continued with the massage, keenly groping the smooth slimness that was Frieza’s body. Goku loved it. Every muscle was so developed and defined, like they had real power behind them… but he was so little and cute as well! It was perfect. Goku moved his eyes to Frieza’s face, smiling at the look of contentedness upon it. Was a massage really that good? Frieza loved them, and he always seemed so happy to receive one. Goku had had a few before… Chichi had massaged him sometimes; it felt nice and Goku had always liked it, but every time he gave Frieza one he had to wonder… would it be better with someone with a higher power level? Frieza could maybe be firmer than Chichi… maybe it would feel even better than hers. Curiously, Goku titled his head. “Hey.” He uttered. “Hm?” Frieza grunted in response, half asleep already. He passed out so easily when he was warm… “Can you do me?” Goku asked.

He stopped his hands, causing Frieza to turn his head slightly towards him. “I want to know what it feels like.” “Your ex-wife never did this to you?” Frieza questioned. “Oh – of course she did.” Goku smiled. “But she’s only a human. You’re way stronger. It might be better from you.” “It will be better from me.” Frieza replied. He looked at Goku for a moment, as if considering it… and then he smiled. “Well, alright then. Seeing as you’re going to be training with Lord Beerus… it wouldn’t do for you to be tense now, would it?” “Thanks!” Goku beamed.

He removed his vest, then climbed off Frieza’s back and lay down beside him, allowing Frieza to sit on top of him. He grinned, his fists clenching in excitement as he heard Frieza open the tub of massage oil, and rub his hands together… This would feel awesome! It did feel awesome… Goku hummed in pleasure at the feeling of Frieza’s warm, delicate hands gliding across his muscles. Yeah, it felt good… But… actually, it wasn’t quite what Goku had been expecting… Frieza was barely using any of his strength. “You’re terribly knotted.” Frieza commented. “I’ll fix that.” “Sure…” Goku uttered. “But – are you scared of breaking me? I thought you’d be tougher…” “I’m just relaxing you first.” Frieza replied. He frowned slightly at the various lumps he found all over Goku’s back and shoulders. How did he get himself into such a state? It was that saiyan fighting style of his… he always pushed himself right to his near-death limit. It may have made his body stronger, but certainly not nice to massage. This would hurt… “Relaxing first?” Goku blinked. “But I thought the whole thing was supposed to be re – aaaaa!”

He let out an almighty cry, his entire body tensing as a sharp, piercing pain shot through the nape of his neck. “Frieza – what are you doing!” “Hold on.” Frieza spoke through gritted teeth as he forcefully ground his thumb into a solid knot on Goku’s neck. “I’ve almost got it.” “Frieza, stop!” Goku screamed. “It hurts!” “Don’t be such a baby.” Frieza scolded. “You’re supposed to be a super saiyan – a super saiyan god, actually. How can you scream over a little massage?” “Chichi’s massages never hurt!” Goku protested. “Then she wasn’t doing it right. Or did you only develop these knots since being with me?” “I – I don’t know – ow!” Goku dug his nails into the bed, clawing at the sheets like a tortured rodent as Frieza’s fingers buried themselves into the fibres of his muscles. It felt like he was tearing them apart! “I didn’t give you a painful massage!” “I’m not knotted.” Frieza replied. “Either that, or you don’t know how to unknot me.” “So don’t – don’t unknot me!” Goku wailed, scrunching his eyes shut. The pain was unbearable… It wasn’t so much the amount of pain, it was the type! It was – sharp! Frieza’s fingers were so small and dainty – they could really get deep into Goku’s muscles, like needles… Actually, this felt exactly like getting an injection! Goku hated injections! Thud. Thud. The heavy sound of his muscle fibres being untangled rang through the room – why was that even loud enough for Goku to hear? Was Frieza breaking his bones? “You’re doing it wrong…” Goku whimpered. “I assure you, I’m not.” Frieza growled, his face twisted into a frown as he struggled to untangle just about every part of Goku’s body. It would be easier to rip his muscles out and give him a senzu bean… “You hear that? That’s your knots coming loose. Now stop squirming. I haven’t even started on your arms and legs yet, and I’m sure they’ll be worse.” “What!” Goku cried, his eyes widening in fright. “But - - I just did your back!” “Well… you would have done the rest of me, wouldn’t you?” Frieza questioned. “I – I guess… Frieza, I don’t want you to do my arms and legs! Get off me, please!” Goku pleaded, with true desperation in his voice.

Frieza chuckled darkly, amused by Goku’s overreaction. What was wrong with him? He was behaving like a child. “This is for your own good.” Frieza said. “Just endure it – you’ll feel better afterwards, I promise.” “But…” Goku sobbed, his eyes glistening. “I…” “Don’t you trust me?” “No!” Goku barked. “Not in this situation!” “Haha.” Frieza smirked. “Just trust me.” “Can I at least have your tail?” Goku whined, his voice muffled as he buried his face into the duvet, gripping it so tightly his knuckles turned white. “So you can bite on it? No way.” Frieza huffed. “Just man up. Otherwise you can go to Beerus’s planet and stay there.” “You’re so fucking mean…” Goku whimpered.

Frieza turned his head slightly to look at Goku’s face; there was something off about his voice… It sounded shaky. Were those tears…? Was Goku actually…? “Are you crying?” Frieza gasped. “N-No! I mean… it’s making my eyes water.” Goku sniffed. “That’s not the same.” “It is if you sound upset…” “Just get it over with, you little sadist!” Goku yelled. “You’re like a dominatrix!” “Am I?” Frieza sniggered. Actually, he was surprised Goku knew what one was… he’d always been rather innocent when it came to sex. “How do you know what a dominatrix is?” “I heard Krillin say it once…” Goku hissed. “I looked it up – are you done yet?” “Nope.” Frieza answered, his eyes twinkling slightly at the pain on Goku’s face. It was sick, but… Frieza got off on it a little. “I’m not even halfway through. Sorry, milkshake…” “Just hurry, please…” Goku whimpered, his eyes still watering.

He gritted his teeth and kept his fists clenched throughout the rest of the massage, and by the time he was done his jaw ached and his hands hurt… but those things didn’t seem to matter once Frieza finally said it was over. Goku was too relieved to think about the harm he’d done himself. He rolled onto his back, in an attempt to stretch himself out and protect it from Frieza’s hands. Frieza giggled as he looked down at Goku, a wide, sadistic grin upon his face. He’d enjoyed that. “There’s something wrong with you.” Goku said sulkily, glaring at Frieza. It kind of pissed him off that Frieza seemed so pleased with the amount of pain Goku was in… “Do you feel better?” Frieza asked. “I just did your whole body – how do you think my hands feel?” “I never asked you to!” Goku protested. “I just wanted a relaxing massage! It was your decision to unknot me!” “Just… how do you feel?” Frieza demanded.

Goku huffed, and reluctantly sat up. He rolled his shoulders and moved his neck around, testing his flexibility. … Hm… actually… Even though he was literally aching all over, he felt a lot more flexible than before… … Had Frieza’s massage actually worked? He wasn’t just being mean…? “See.” Frieza smirked, reading the surprised expression upon Goku’s face. Had he really not expected to feel better? Frieza knew what he was doing! “You’re welcome.” “… Thank you.” Goku mumbled quietly, and somewhat stubbornly. He didn’t really want to admit it… “I do feel better… I mean – aside from every part of me aching.” “The aches will go away.” Frieza replied, wrapping his tail around Goku’s waist. “And when they do you’ll have a stronger body. Isn’t that what you always want?” “Hehe. Yeah… pretty much.” Goku looked at Frieza, and smiled slightly. “Thanks…” “You’re welcome.” Frieza repeated, still with a smirk. “It’s worth the pain, isn’t it?” “That’s what you said after our first time…” Goku uttered. Frieza blushed slightly, and looked away. “Well… I was right then as well, wasn’t I?” “Yeah…” Goku placed his hand on Frieza’s tail, and leaned forward to kiss his lover’s forehead. “You were.”

Frieza smiled, and planted a kiss on Goku’s lips before looking at him. “You should have a hot bath. That’ll help ease the pain.” He said. “You wanna join me?” Goku grinned. “Hm.” Frieza looked away, not convinced. It really wasn’t a very appealing thought, not with the temperature of Goku’s bathwater… “A hot bath for you is lukewarm for me. I’ll be too cold.” “Nah, you won’t.” Goku’s grin widened, his grip on Frieza’s tail tightening. “I’ll warm you up.” He pressed his lips against Frieza’s cheek, and when he felt the icejin smile against them, Goku picked Frieza up and flew them into the bathroom.

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