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burnyourvillage1968 · 12 days

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Alice in Wonderland

Chapter 1 :

Your love for spicy food truly exceeds that of a typical aficionado. However, it was unexpected when the Szechuan sauce from last night dinner led to such a serene, post-meal nap. Ordinarily, consuming such a fiery quantity would result in prolonged bathroom visits, not a peaceful rest in your pajamas amidst a picturesque field of flowers. The realization that it was a dream came as you gazed upon two moons in the sky—without the usual sun, despite it being broad daylight.

You might think there should be a hint of shame in eating the same meal for a week straight, but no regrets here. Post-work, with limbs as limp as noodles, picking up a toothpick feels like a Herculean task, much less upholding any semblance of dignity—which, frankly, was lost when your pet witnessed you rescuing that floor-bound banana slice. Sure, it may have flouted the five-second rule, but you're still standing. Germs: 0, You: 1.

You hummed contentedly to yourself, celebrating a small, personal victory, yet the world appeared to challenge your joy as a distant scream echoed.

The strange unsettling sounds piqued your curiosity, and you resolved that the beautiful flowers could hold off on being appreciated until you uncovered the source of the distant commotion. After all, facing your inner demons wasn't new to you. So, let's find out what your subconscious is eager to reveal.

Lifting yourself from the soft grass, you begin to walk towards the noise. The earth feels cool under your bare feet as you move, until a wicked snicker, oddly familiar and yet nostalgic, fills the air. It spurs you to pick up the pace, jogging, then sprinting through the trees until a pink shape emerges in the distance. Oddly, you feel fatigue setting in—fatigue, in a dream? The very thought of sweating is repulsive. But then you remember, this is a lucid dream. To hell with reality, it's time for a shortcut.

You swiftly jump forward.

The wind swirled around you, rustling your clothes as you soared high above the trees below. Strands of your hair swept across your face to the back of your head. Your gaze fixed on the pink blob ahead, which began to grow larger and take on a humanoid shape.

Your form begins to lower towards the earth, devoid of life's markers, drawing nearer to the pink shape that appears to be hopping around a tinier being.

The abruptness of your arrival jolts the creatures from their bewilderment at the sight of a human materializing out of thin air. The shorter entity appears to whisper something to its taller companion, gesturing towards you. The pink creature flashes a smile before pivoting to face your descending figure. Just as you're about to land, it zaps you with a ray of light.

Concealed among the leaves, a spectator gasped, observing the dire end of the hapless individual who appeared just as his peers met their end. His heart swelled with sympathy. Yet, an unforeseen sight caused his jaw to fall in astonishment.

The air is thick with malicious laughter as the diminutive creature rubs his hands together greedily. "HAHAHAHA!! Excellent, Buu! With the Kaioshin gone, it's time for you to head to Earth and wipe out everyone there."

The pink, rotund creature leaps joyfully beside him, clapping its hands in eager agreement with the idea of wreaking havoc and chaos.

Unnoticed by the duo, a person stood awkwardly close by. They remained oblivious, too engrossed in their own celebrations and triumphs to see you.

You quietly take in their appearances. The smaller man is notably shorter than the pink man, and you can't help but notice his pointy feet, which oddly resemble ballerinas. His skin has a greenish hue, and two long antennae-like appendages protrude from his chin, similar to a mustache. His large, bulging eyes are unnerving, yet they pale in comparison to your mother's stern gaze. He wears an open robe of a striking orange hue, and beneath it, a blue dress paired with a black and yellow garment that resembles a corset. For the sake of your sanity, you've decided that it is a corset. Atop his head sits a blackish cap emblazoned with a large "M." You're torn between sympathizing with his eclectic fashion sense and finding it amusing.

You saw the other pink guy's outfit and immediately felt envious when you noticed his barely covered chest. A small pink tentacle emerged from his head with round holes on the sides, seemingly replacing his ears. He wore a black vest that barely closed due to his large size, and a purple scarf around his neck acted like a cape. It reminded you of a child dressed up as a hero. You admired his poofy white flowy shorts but not the black leggings underneath. You wished they were in your size, unless you wanted to look like you were wearing adult diapers instead of pants. A black and golden belt with the same "M" as his companion kept his lower garment from falling and exposing his lower body, for which you were extremely grateful. You didn't want to see anything inappropriate from this cheerful, childlike being who killed without hesitation.

"Um, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm still here…" you declare, an eyebrow cocked in irritation.

As soon as you utter a word, Bibidi spins around, his face the picture of astonishment. "What-Who are you??!! Buu, attack!" But his command falls on deaf ears. Buu, the pink creature, is preoccupied with a fluttering butterfly. Despite Bibidi's attempts to recapture his attention, Buu finds the pursuit of the insect far more compelling than his ally's orders. You can't help but laugh. "Ha! What a duo you make! But hold on, have we met before? There's something oddly familiar about you…"

Agitated by his ally's actions, Bibidi moves closer, a menacing smile unfolding on his face. "You trivial being, I am Bibidi, the ultimate sorcerer of the cosmos! Yet, I presume your limited intellect cannot comprehend such a fact."

Just as he was about to come closer, a sudden realization struck you, and your eyes widened with recognition.

With a snap of your fingers, you had it.

"Ah, yes! You're that alien wizard dude from Dragon Ball—Bibidi's smile widened, though he was momentarily puzzled by the unfamiliar terms. Nevertheless, he dismissed it, ready to turn you into dust until— the one who looks like a flea!" His laughter ceased suddenly, clearly caught off guard by the comment on his appearance.

"I didn't recognize you with your swimming pool cap," you said with a smile, scratching your neck sheepishly.

"How dare you! I bear no resemblance to a flea, and this cap is not designed for swimming!" The wizard glared at you with a frown.

"Talk about the pot calling the kettle black," you mused, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down.

"Whatever, I'll dispose of you easily enough even without that bumbling idiot!" Bibidi snorts, gesturing briefly towards the still preoccupied Buu. As he drones on, your mind wanders, pondering why you didn't instantly recognize Buu from Dragon Ball, a character far more renowned than this early-exiting villain. Then again, it's been a while since you last delved into the anime world of muscle-bound aliens obsessed with fighting, or villains bent on wreaking havoc. The usual suspects. The idea makes you mentally grimace.

Despite its drawbacks, the show also has its merits, such as endearing certain characters to viewers through their humanizing qualities, or the redemption arcs of many villains. Take Majin Buu, for instance, an initially evil, selfish, and childish entity. If you recall his earlier roundness, it suggests he absorbed the Supreme Kai of this universe, which altered him from a malevolent child into a naive, less evil being resembling walking bubblegum. Later on, he encounters Mr. Satan, a minor character tasked with his destruction, yet they form a friendship, leading Buu to eventually join the side of the heroes.

The malevolent Bibidi stood before you, notorious for rousing Majin Buu from his dormant state and transporting him to the planet of the Kaioh—deities tasked with overseeing and creating planets in the universe. Having wreaked havoc across various worlds, his latest plot revolves around annihilating all Kais in the universe before dispatching Buu to Earth to perpetrate genocide. Yet, this narrative is all too familiar within the Dragon Ball series. His reign of terror was destined to end due to the existence of a surviving apprentice Kai. His name eludes you at the moment…

Suddenly, your vision is overwhelmed by a dazzling orb of light. You've been hit with another blast of Ki energy.

"Finally! Now, Buu—just as Bibidi was about to summon his minion for his nefarious schemes, a hand clutched his shoulder—What???!!"

Standing directly behind the malevolent wizard, you remained unscathed despite the direct hit from a Ki blast. Anger boiled within you, ready to unleash a justified beating.

"What—How!?" you interrupt him. "I have been nothing but polite so far—granted, referring to you as a flea was a slip, (that's a lie) but let's not linger on that. I believe you deserve a sound thrashing for trying to eliminate me not just once, but twice!" Your gaze hardened, signaling impending vengeance.

Without uttering a single word, you quickly locked your arms around his head in a chokehold and swiftly leaned back, ready to deliver him an excruciating headache.

Bibidi writhes in your unyielding grip, unable to break free as the world flips over, the ground rushing towards his head with alarming speed.

"Noooo!!" he attempted to call out for his comrade, but he was nowhere in sight. His scream was abruptly silenced by a thunderous boom.

Dust enveloped you as you moved, and a groan escaped your lips. The pain in your back is a clear indication that you should work out more. As your target goes limp in your grasp, you release him and push him away to evaluate the damage you inflicted.

Just as you were getting ready to smirk at his downfall, your eyes widened and a curse slipped out of your mouth.

Bibidi's head is deeply buried in the ground, surrounded by a dark substance that is starting to seep out.

It resembles the crumpled soda cans that often miss the trash bin, tossed aside by teenagers. But this isn't just discarded aluminum—it's the head of an alien.

This situation feels unreal.

Your heart races. You find yourself nibbling on your lip. Your hands inch closer to your body, desperately grasping for something on the ground to steady yourself and rein in your scattered thoughts.

As you felt yourself losing control, your gaze once again fell upon the lifeless body, causing your breath to hitch. Slowly, it dawned on you that the figure before you was definitely not human. This creature belonged in the world of Dragon Ball Z, not here. The only logical explanation was that you were dreaming, yet again. You mentally scolded yourself for getting so lost in the thrill of lucid dreaming that you forgot reality. And let's not forget, you definitely don't possess the strength to pull off what you did to Bibidi in real life.

It's all just a dream. You'll snap out of it sooner or later.

You feel a sense of relief as the tension between your eyebrows eases and you release a peaceful sigh. Deep down, you scold yourself for becoming too intense in a dream.

You can be a bit clueless at times. Maybe it's time for a change of scenery.

Just as you're about to get up and go elsewhere, you hear someone coughing nervously nearby.

Just a few feet away, a small man with a purplish tint stands rigidly. He's dressed in a long, sleeveless dark blue coat with red trim, complemented by billowy teal sleeves. His hair is fashioned into a soft white mohawk, typical of the Kai characters from the show. An orange cloth wraps around his waist like a belt. The sight of his tiny red boots makes you squeal internally. Dangling from his pointed ears are round yellow earrings.

He appeared to be breathing heavily, with blood staining parts of his clothing and the side of his head. You furrowed your brow slightly and started to rise to help him with his injuries. However, he raised a hand to signal you to stay back.

"Who are you? What are you? Where did you come from? Why are you here?" he bombarded you with a series of questions, suspicion lacing his tone. His eyes narrowed slightly as he awaited your response.

He might be wounded, yet that doesn't imply he's unable to face you. He will endure for the sake of his fallen comrades. And if you ever deceive him regarding your intentions, his mind-reading prowess will expose the truth immediately.

"My name is Y/n, and I'm a human from Earth. I'm not sure how I arrived here, but my intentions are harmless," you explain softly, displaying your open hands as a sign of peace. Remaining grounded, you hope this posture will ease the tension with your interrogator.

It feels as though you're consoling a frightened, trapped creature. He's adorable.

With every passing minute, as you completed your sentence, Shin felt a slight relaxation in his shoulders. His cheeks momentarily turned red upon hearing your last thought. However, he did not welcome your sympathy.

His gaze was fixed. Your eyes possess that glimmer which flickered ever so slightly upon resting on the blood that adorned half of his face. Your smile appears genuine.

For now, you seem harmless.

Shin suddenly snapped back to reality when he heard someone ask, "Are you okay?"

You give him a strange look, suspecting that he's not thinking straight.

You're concerned for him, but the ground is becoming uncomfortable and you question whether he wants to walk around appearing as though he was struck by a bus driver.

It wouldn't be too far from the truth from what you remembered happened during this part of the story.

Receiving no response, you resolved to approach him rather than wait for either of you to act. The thought of bleeding out in front of a stranger seemed too bizarre for any eulogy. With effort, you lifted yourself from the ground.

Shin tenses up as you rise to your full height and appears startled as you begin to walk in his direction. "What are you doing?

"Hey, just relax, I'm about to fix you up since you're all bloodied and scratched," you say, wincing at your attempt at comfort. Man, soothing others is not your forte. You feel a wave of awkwardness wash over you. Biting your cheek, you mutter a resigned curse.

You rip a piece from the sleeve of your shirt, folding it into an impromptu bandage.

You extend the bandage towards the shorter man, noting with amusement that he barely reaches your chest. A smile plays on your lips, and the corners of your eyes crinkle, softening as you meet Shin's gaze. Pushing aside your musings, you focus on assisting the individual before you.

"May I?" you offered with a kind smile. He might decline your help, considering you're a stranger, but you were never taught to back down easily.

Shin paused, then nodded, allowing you to edge closer to him.

You keep on smiling as you gently lower your head to delicately wipe off the dirt and blood from his face. Taking a closer look at the scrapes on his forehead, you realize that the injuries are mostly minor and you silently pray that he won't suffer from a concussion. Treating injuries isn't exactly your area of expertise, but you're determined to do your best.

It's weird, but each time you clean Shin's cuts with your cloth, they mysteriously disappear. The deity thinks it's cute how you wrinkle your nose. A hint of pink shows up on his cheeks.

Maybe it's quicker regeneration. Anime rules are wacky as hell.

"Is he dead?" The purple dude asks you.

"Hm?" You tilted your head.

Shin gestures towards your back. You spin around and spot the villain you took down earlier. "Oh! Don't worry, he won't be up and about anymore, if that's what you're worried about."

He keeps on gazing at the lifeless body.

"I could always poke it with a stick if-"

A ki blast hits it and the body is nothing more than a pile of ashes on the ground.

"That works too." A sweatdrop runs down the side of your face at the relieved face of your acquaintance.

You feel like you're forgetting something. Or more like someone. Weren't there like two people here when you've arrived?

A pink blob...

Bubble-gum? Bubble? Bub? Buu?

"Where did that pink guy go?" you suddenly realize, frantically looking around to see where Buu disappeared to.

You can't spot him. Perhaps he's too distant to be noticed. And even if he's close by, what's your plan once you locate him? Defeat him with persuasion?

"Searching for him? He's right here," Shin declares, retrieving an odd, grotesque-looking sphere. "Once I spotted him chasing that butterfly, I succeeded in confining Majin Buu within this orb."

"That's interesting, were you actually spying on us earlier? When that weird wizard was attacking me?" You crossed your arms and gave him a skeptical look.

"No, no! I'm injured and wasn't able to confront Bibidi and his ally, so I was just sizing up the situation before making a move! And I'm sorry for not being able to assist you sooner… But—" Shin stammers, gesturing wildly in an attempt to ease your doubts.

"Relax. I'm not gonna tear you a new one because you didn't try assist me earlier." you chuckle. Shin stops his actions and look at you bewilderly. "I mean it's understandable and I wouldn't blame you. Dealing with that creepy flea is not something anyone would want to do"

You give his shoulder a playful nudge with your hip. The corners of his mouth nearly curl into a smile. He relaxes a bit, yet still tries to maintain a small distance between you both.

He was on the verge of posing a question, yet you preempted him.

"What are you going to do with it?" you asked, nodding towards the ball.

"Bury it deep within the Earth's embrace, out of reach and sight. May it stay undisturbed through the ages, sought by none," Shin muttered, his expression stern, fingers tightly curled into fists.

"Sure." You casually hummed.

An awkward silence falls between the two of you.

"Oops, I just realized I haven't introduced myself. I'm Y/n," you said with a clumsy smile, trying to catch up with the usual social niceties.

Shin, feeling ashamed of his breach in manners, made also his introduction. Meanwhile, you couldn't resist staring at his hair, wondering if it felt as silky as it looked.

He excused himself saying that he will get started on his plan and that he will be back soon. You briefly halted him from going to Earth.

"Quick question, do you live here alone?"

"No, there were the Supreme Kai and the others, but they were killed by that wizard and Majin Buu. I was the only one left…" Shin stares intently at the ball in his hand, his eyebrows furrowing and his fists clenching once again.

"Perhaps we can locate their remains and provide them with a proper burial?"

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing left of them. I've searched everywhere, but it was to no avail."

"We can still offer tombstones and bid them a respectful farewell, even in the absence of a body." Your gaze softens, and the kai appear to hold your gaze for a moment longer.

"That would be nice," Shin murmurs, turning away with a blush.

His blush deepened when you patted his head.

"Then I'll be waiting here for you."

After Shin's departure, you began to contemplate the appropriate location for some tombstones.

You've discovered the perfect spot where the sunlight strikes just right, with a touch of shade. Tapping the earth with your feet, you sense the soil's richness, ideal for the plant you plan to nurture. This elevated location is strategically chosen to shield from the chilly breeze.

You're not sure how it works the weather on this kind of planet. But you do know your plants. And what your babies want, mama get.

You began gathering rocks, choosing the more attractive ones and setting aside the others. It brought back memories of your childhood rock collection, with your pockets perpetually brimming with them. Your mom tolerated it until your room became cluttered, at which point she insisted you discard some. She permitted you to retain only a select few.

Reflecting on Shin's quest for vengeance against Buu, you consider the imprudence of burying someone beneath the very individuals they are fated to harm in the future. Yet, proposing an alternative could lead to even worse outcomes. However, the storyline ensures that all will be well. The small Kai's desperation is understandable, considering the events that transpired before your arrival, and you can't fault him for it. Despite being unpopular with fans due to his minimal role and low power level, he remains a character you hold dear from your youth, even being one of your fictional crushes. A blush creeps onto your cheeks. Although a deity, Shin's innocence is endearing, and his weaknesses do not embitter him against the main characters who complicate his existence; rather, he chooses to coexist with them harmoniously.

As you were preparing to shape the tombstones from the rocks, it dawned on you that you had neglected to inquire Shin about the number of deceased, which is essential to determine the required number of tombstones.

Shin returned without you realizing it. Suddenly, you felt a poke on your side and, caught off guard, you let out a yelp.

The kai chuckled at you. You turned your head and glared at him playfully.

"Nearly finished?" he inquires courteously, offering you a stone.

"No, actually, how many tombstones do I need to make?" you asked sheepishly.

"Oh, that would make four of them…" His smile remains, yet it's tinged with sadness at the mention of his friend's passing.

With a gentle smile, you silently ask for his help in shaping the tombstones. He joins in, deep in thought, trying to clear his mind of distractions.

Every time he set a stone down, his hands would tremble, and he would lightly bite his lower lip.

You've noticed that his pace is faster than yours.

You softly encircled him with your arms.

Shin halted abruptly, taken aback by the sudden embrace. "What's this about?" he asked, his voice faltering.

"Even though I don't know what happened, I understand how it feels to lose people who were close to you." you murmured quietly.

"It shouldn't have happened; they were formidable beings…" Shin clenched his teeth, yet his eyes shimmered with emotion.

Feeling his body stiffen in your hold, you started rubbing down his back and you felt his limbs to loosen a bit with your continuous motion down his back.

"It shouldn't have," you concurred, "but life has never been fair."

Shin's sobs soaked through your shirt, leaving a dampness you could feel.

"But that doesn't mean you're alone forever," you hummed. Shin gave you a tearful glance. "I know we've just met, but if you ever need someone to talk to or just be around, I'm here for you," you said, resting your head on his.

Kai's grip on your shirt tightened as he cried even harder.

In your comforting embrace, he found solace as he mourned the passing of his companions, and you patiently stood with him.

The sunlight wrapped around you both as you softly stroked your companion's back. Slowly, his sniffles quieted and his body eased into a relaxed state against you. When you started to pull away, Shin appeared reluctant to let go.

"Do you want to continue?" you suggest, gesturing towards the stones.

He wiped away the tear stains and nodded, his eyes still faintly red.

After some time, you both have finished constructing the tombs. Now, there's only one thing left to add.

Shin becomes perplexed as you meander to the rear of the tombs, clutching something small in your hand—so minuscule that he fails to make it out.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Planting a flower tree," you chirped.

"Why?"

"Because," you state bluntly. A vein throbs on Shin's forehead at your lack of explanation.

After digging into the soil and being satisfied with its depth, you place your seed within and cover it up again.

"Because?" he pressed, seeking further details.

"Wait and see; it's better if I show you rather than tell you," you said with a mysterious grin, observing his inquisitive expression.

You lifted your hand above the freshly planted seed, and a miracle unfolded. Green leaves sprouted from the soil and kept growing. The stalk elongated, and the sprout transformed into a tree that loomed over you and the tombs. Its branches, diverging from one another, began to shield you both from the sky. Rather than leaves, buds formed on these branches and blossomed into pink flowers overhead, resembling a meandering cloud. You exhaled deeply once you finished focusing on nurturing the sakura tree to full bloom.

"Isn't it beautiful?" you exclaimed, filled with pride and joy at the sight of your newly grown tree. Glancing towards Shin for his reaction, you couldn't help but snicker when you saw his jaw drop and eyes widen. You took that as a resounding yes.

"Cherry blossoms hold various significances across cultures, but they are particularly celebrated as a symbol of renewal, blooming exclusively in spring," you muse aloud, your gaze lingering on the flowering tree.

You flinch slightly as someone wraps their arms around your waist.

"Thank you so much," Shin mumbles into your shirt. You coo softly and embrace him in return.

Pink petals began to cascade from the tree, showering both of you. You gently plucked one from Shin's hair, examining it closely. The deity attempted to conceal his blush within the folds of your clothes as his heartbeat quickened.

An invisible force slaps your face.

Everything becomes dim and you squint your eyes to open them.

"W-what!?" you exclaimed, as you slowly woke up to find your pet glaring at you. A ringing noise interrupted the silence, and you fumbled around your bed to find your phone. As you reached for it, your stomach growled loudly, reminding you of your hunger.

"Drat, I've overslept and missed breakfast again, haven't I?" you say, turning to your cat, who responds with an irritated meow.

As you stroked his head in apology, your thoughts wandered back to the dream you had just awakened from. You hadn't had the opportunity to admire the field of flowers. Dismissing the thought, you consoled yourself with the fact that you had at least seen some cherry blossoms.

Incorrect quotes:

Bibidi: (Exists)

Reader: I'm about to end this alien's whole career.

Shin: (the most hated character of the show)

Reader: He's perfect.

Reader: (trying to survive in DBZ)

Pattycake: (trashing your apartment while chasing the ghost haunting it)

Therapist: Your dreams have deeper meanings!

*At night*

Reader: (sleeptalking) I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. The trees speak vietmanese and if you question me I'll break your knees.

*In the living-room*

Zamasu: ...

Gowasu: (Drinks his tea) ...

Zamasu: ...

Gowasu: ...

Zamasu: (Slams his hands on the table) We need to do something about this!!

Gowasu: (Stops sipping his tea) About what?

Zamasu: Master, you know what I'm talking about.

Gowasu: No, I do not. But now that you've mentioned it, where is-

Zamasu: (Hushes him quickly) Sshhh, please don't say that word or THAT might appear...

Reader: (Pops out of nowhere) Hello Zamasu! Hello Gowasu!

Gowasu: Oh there you are! I was wondering where did you go.

Zamasu: (His hands clenches the dining table)OH NO, It's HERE.

Reader: (Hands over a container) I was baking some cookies! Want some?

Gowasu: Why thank you, that's nice of you. Zamasu would you put some of them on a plate for us to enjoy?

Zamasu: Right away Master. (He whispers harshly to you) Leave. Us. Alone.

Reader: (Smiles cutely at him) Never!

(Both of your hands are still holding the box and you've yet to let go of it despite the incessant tugging of the furious Kai)

Zamasu: (His face turns darker) Let go or I'll make you regret it..

Reader: I regret nothing. (Stares right into his soul) I know WHEN and HOW you'll die.

Zamasu: (Stares harder) And I'll be taking you down with me.

Buu: (Capable of eating an entire population of a country and dislodging his jaw like a snake) I'm hungry.

Reader: (Raised by a Chinese mother) You Dare Challenge Me?

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cupofbrownsugar · 2 years

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And here is a sneak peak of Gohan x Piccolo Royalty AU. Come on y’allllllll, join me on this ship, I promise it’s a good time ❤️

- The Beast Prince

“Ah~” King Goku yawned, stretching his arms up as he strode ahead, tail swishing casually as he strode in front of the Namekian and two Saiyan high guards throughout the palace. He cocked his head to look back at his guest. “I hope you last longer than the others, this is becoming a hassle. Namekians are hardy, yeah?”

Piccolo’s face revealed nothing as he walked, back straight and head held high. “Yes, your majesty.”

“No need to be so formal, you’ll make me feel like Lord Vegeta…” Goku waved him off nonchalantly, then brightened. “Oh, and your kind can regenerate limbs! That’s handy. Some of the gifts were too fragile, tch.”

“Gifts” is what they were called. Gifts for the demi-Saiyan son of the Saiyan King Son Goku himself. A hybrid of a Saiyan and human that was said to be capable of out-powering full-blooded Saiyans.

And Namek’s gift was him, Piccolo, a respected warrior and direct descendant of the King Piccolo.

Planet Namek had been destroyed, and now the once proud and powerful race were nothing but nomads. His people had no home, and thus were left out in the open for potential threats to wipe them out completely without some kind of protection.

Piccolo steeled himself. He was powerful, a trained fighter, he had faced many a ferocious foe and come out on top. Surely, he could survive this being known as the Beast Prince.

And being a gift to such a powerful fearsome warrior race - the royal family at that - was a high honour. They’d truly be an indispensable ally, and if he could win the royal family’s favour, the Saiyan planet could be a safe habour and home for his people, but…

Piccolo couldn’t stop thinking about the damage he’d seen on his way to the palace, an entire section of their city destroyed. He’d heard of the prince before even arriving from gossiping aliens.

The Prince has defeated that monster Cell as a child, and had apparently toyed with him before killing him. He’d torn into Maijin Buu as a teen and would’ve destroyed him completely if he hadn’t been defeated by his own Saiyan arrogance.

Saiyans were already known to be thick-headed, possessive, and incredibly aggressive, quick to resolve their problems with violence. A race fuelled by anger, deriving their formidable power from their rage to the point that the ruthlessness of Saiyans was known throughout the galaxy. And despite this, even their own people had named the prince a beast.

Piccolo’s jaw tightened, ears twitching as he sensed the colossal power of the king walking before him. Would his son be at a similar level? Could he really be even stronger?

It was their breeding season, and the young prince had yet to select a Saiyan mate to continue the Royal family line and further strengthen the hybridization. Now that the prince had reached his twentieth year and had yet to pick a bride, other planets tried to win the Saiyan’s favour by gifting him a willing bedmate from their planet to accompany the Beast Prince through his mating cycle.

The Saiyans were not generous when it came to providing aid to other races or to sharing their homeland. Terrans were only allowed to inhabit their planet when the king married a human. If Piccolo serving himself as a gift could garner their good will, then it was worth everything.

But none of the gifts had lasted a full breeding cycle, either fleeing or being thrown out. The last gift hadn’t even lasted a night…

Without a mate to satisfy his needs, the Beast Prince had lost control of his power and unleashed his great ape form upon the city’s mining district. Usually, the Saiyan’s great ape form could only be released by the Terran’s full moon, but this demi-Saiyan was like no other of his kind. Thankfully, the district had been evacuated in time, and the king had apparently been a mix of frustration and pride at his son's raw strength.

They continued walking and Piccolo avoided looking outside the palace walls to witness the destruction once more. They passed both Saiyans and Terrans on their way, bowing to their king. The humans skittered away at the sight of Piccolo, towering over them as he strode past, and he refused to react when they whispered, “Demon…”

The Saiyans, however, eyed him up and down, grinning with their Saiyan fangs on display, and flicking their tails to brush against his ankle when the king wasn’t looking. A being that could both fight and regenerate was… appealing to the violent race, it appeared. They sniffed the air as he walked by, some even daring to quietly growl their interest. It was their breeding season, after all…

To be seen as both a threat and a toy… Piccolo clenched his jaw and steeled himself, trying to shake free of these traitorous thoughts. It is an honour, it is an honour, it is an honour…

Finally, the king stopped at a gigantic door at the end of the long hallway. The door itself was a curious hybrid. Bejewelled and lavish, as one would expect for a member of the royal family, but heavily reinforced and so heavy that it took both Saiyan guards to open it with considerable effort. The king stepped forward into the yawning room, waving for the Namekian to follow, which Piccolo obediently did.

“Hey son! Another gift has arrived!” called out the king, his son nowhere in sight in the massive room. At the sound of rustling, Goku clapped Piccolo on the back with enough force for him to stagger forward. “Alright, good luck, Namekian!”

He then turned and left with a flick of his tail, and the door was heavily shut behind him, followed by several formidable clicks and thunks of all the locks and barricades being put back in place. Piccolo stared at the closed door as the following silence made this current situation all the more real.

Before Piccolo could take in what would be his new home for the next few days - if his understanding of how Saiyans’ breeding cycles worked was correct - his ears twitched, eyes widening. He turned away from the door and towards the approaching energy in the room as the prince himself drifted down from a higher area in the room

“Already?” The approaching man said with a sigh, “How bothersome…”

The room’s owner finally landed lightly on the ground and looked up, their eyes connecting. There, standing tall for a Saiyan, though still considerably shorter than Piccolo himself, in soft, unassuming clothes, was the Beast Prince himself. The young man’s eyes blinked wide, his Saiyan tail swishing behind him and his arms full of books and loose papers. His hair was loose and messy, eyes bleary as if he hadn’t looked up from the books for some time and had certainly not expected to see the tall Namekian before him.

“O-oh. Hello,” The Beast Prince said, startled, cheeks flushing pink. He adjusted his glasses, and ran his hand through his messy hair. “Um, would you like some tea?”

And that’s it for the preview! Still working on the rest. It is... VERY smutty haha! Hope y’all enjoyed!

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