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[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (190/?)

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

Continuity Note: This story takes place about 1000 years before 66 years after the events of Dragon Ball Z.

[20 April, Age 850. Toki Toki City.]

Inside the Time Vault, Chronoa monitored Luffa's mission with great concern. The Scroll of Eternity allowed her to view everything that was happening in the affected time period, but there were complications that made it difficult to tell what was happening.

"We still can't see or hear Demigra in the Scroll," Trunks observed. He was Chronoa's closest and most trusted aide, and the field leader of the Time Patrol she had formed to assist her in her duties. Under different circumstances, she would have sent Trunks to handle such a delicate mission, but he was too closely connected to the events and people involved, and his presence ran the risk of upsetting the balance of the affected timestream.

And so, instead, she had sent Luffa, the Time Patrol's newest recruit. Luffa was easy to spot in the mystic images displayed by the Scroll. Her hair glowed bright yellow while she used her Super Saiyan form, and her baggy pants were colored to match. The trouble was that Luffa wasn't doing very much, and so monitoring her didn't seem particularly helpful.

"It looked like Lord Beerus was being affected by Demigra's magic," Chronoa said. "But then he just seemed to snap out of it. Maybe he attacked Demigra, but there's no way to tell from here, not while he's able to hide his presence from the Scroll like this. We'll have to wait for Luffa to give us a report."

"At least Goku survived," Trunks said. "And the Earth wasn't destroyed. I never knew about this event. Goku transforming into a Super Saiyan God? It's feels so unreal."

Chronoa nodded absently. From Trunks' perspective, all of it was unreal, because he came from another timeline where Goku died of a heart virus years before he ever had the chance to discover the Super Saiyan God form. Trunks had traveled back in time to prevent that tragedy, and in doing so, he had violated a cosmic rule against altering the past. Chronoa had allowed both timelines to continue to exist, in exchange for Trunks' help in running the Time Patrol. So it was no wonder that he wasn't well-versed in the timeline he had altered. He had his native timeline to focus on, and his duties in the Time Patrol as well.

"What I don't understand is why Luffa is just... floating there talking to Lord Beerus," Chronoa said. I don't like it..."

"Can't you bring her back to the Time Nest?" Trunks asked. "The mission is over, isn't it? Whatever Demigra is up to, it must have failed."

"I don't want to risk upsetting Lord Beerus," Chronoa said. "If I brought Luffa back now, I'd interrupt their conversation, and he can be a bit... touchy about these things. You saw what he did to your father over a serving of pudding."

"Oh, right," Trunks said. "It's amazing that there could be anyone that strong. I'm glad it's over, though."

"Is it?" Chronoa asked. She looked up from the Scroll and locked eyes with Trunks. "The situation with Lord Beerus may be resolved, but Demigra's still out there, planning his next move. He may not have been able to control Beerus the same way he could control Majin Buu, but the fact that he even dared to try is troubling all by itself."

"That's true," Trunks said, "we shouldn't relax just yet. Still, what else can Demigra do from here? Luffa and I are powerful enough to deal with Majin Buu if he tries to control him again, and it looks like Demigra's spell won't work on anyone stronger than that. He's boxed in."

"That's what I'm worried about," Chronoa said as she chewed her lower lip. "You know what they say about animals being most dangerous when they're cornered. Demigra's been planning this for a long time. I don't think he's finished just yet."

She looked back down at the Scroll to see if Luffa was still speaking with Beerus and Whis, only to find all three of them were gone. "Where did they go?" she asked.

"I don't know," Trunks said. "I wasn't watching."

"Ugh... just when I was about to bring her back to the Time Nest," Chronoa said. "They must have gone back down to Bulma's birthday party to get another snack! Well, Lord Beerus is free to do as he pleases, but we need Luffa back here to tell us what the heck is going on..."

She touched the Scroll gently, moving her fingers across its parchment to reverse the images to the moment before they disappeared, but before she could find the exact moment she wanted to view, she sensed something that caused her to forget about the Scroll altogether.

"Someone's in the Time Nest," she said with a gasp.

"An intruder?" Trunks asked.

"I don't know," Chronoa said, "but it wasn't one of our people coming in from the City, and I didn't bring anyone in from the timestream."

"Then we'd better not take any chances!" Trunks said. "I'll check it out, but you'd better stay here in case you need to call in reinforcements!"

As he dashed out of the main atrium of the Time Vault, Chronoa looked back at the Scroll. Even if they were being invaded, it would need to be put in proper storage. But before she could deal with that, she noticed the images it displayed, and her eyes went wide with terror.

"Oh no..." she said. "Anything but that!"

*******

"Oh my, L-lord Beerus! It has been quite a while, hasn't it?!"

Chronoa emerged from the Time Vault to find exactly what she feared the most. She almost wished that it had been an intruder. Even Demigra would have been a sort of relief. If her ancient enemy had finally decided to make his move on the Time Nest, then at least that would end the tension that had gripped the Time Patrol for the past several weeks. But instead, she found Luffa, who had returned with Beerus and Whis.

"You brought them back with you?" Trunks asked Luffa under his breath.

"I couldn't exactly tell them no..." Luffa said with an uncomfortable smile.

"Good point," Trunks replied. Then he addressed Beerus directly. "It's a great honor to make your acquaintance, Lord Beerus."

Chronoa was over seventy-five million years old, and Beerus was quite ancient himself. She had nearly forgotten just how long ago it had been since they last met, but there was no forgetting the regal bearing of the God of Destruction. A lean, rangy felinoid, his hairless skin was purple. Each of his pointed ears was almost large enough to cover his entire head. His large, yellow eyeballs seemed to bulge from his skull, and his eyelids stretched taut across them. Every expression he made bore a hint of menace that underscored his lofty title. His raiments signified his role as the God of Destruction: Loose-legged blue pants, leather shoes, and an broad usekh collar and a sash, each bearing the pattern that symbolized his divine office.

While they were technically peers in the cosmic design, Chronoa still trembled in the presence of Beerus. As the God of Destruction, he had the authority to destroy anything he saw fit. He tended to reserve that power for those things which managed to test his patience.

All in all, it was best to avoid Beerus altogether. Failing that, the safest course was to stay on his good side, and do nothing that might annoy him. Chronoa had never heard of Beerus destroying a Kai, but there were stories of him doling out worse punishments.

"Yes, it is an honor," Chronoa said. "Er, allow me to introduce my staff. You already know Luffa of course, and this is Trunks, the son of Vegeta and Bulma."

"Hmm... I do recall a purple-haired Saiyan child back on Earth. Then you must be the man he grows up to become," Beerus said as he rubbed his chin and looked Trunks over.

"Well, er, it's a bit more complicated than that, sir," Trunks said, doing his best to hide his anxiety.

"Yes, well as much as I'd like to exchange pleasantries," Beerus said calmly, "I don't want to interrupt your duties here in the Time Nest. So I'll come straight to the point. It's about that Demigra fellow."

"D-demigra?" Chronoa asked.

"He tried to make a fool of me," Beerus explained. "Well you must have seen it all from here. Luffa tells me you normally monitor her activities whenever she goes on these time missions of yours. So I want to find out where he is."

Chronoa took a deep breath. Beerus didn't need to explain what he wanted to do with Demigra when he found him. He had threatened to destroy the Earth over a cup of pudding, after all. But why would Demigra risk involving the God of Destruction in his conflict with the Time Patrol? Whatever Demigra's motives, she knew it would be futile to try to withhold information from Beerus.

"He's imprisoned," Chronoa began. "Long ago, I banished Demigra into the Crack of Time."

"Indeed?" Beerus said. "What a dramatic-sounding name. Luffa mentioned that Demigra uses mystic images of himself to interact with the outside world. We encountered one of these 'mirages' on Earth. So I take it that means the real Demigra is still in this 'Crack' you speak of."

"That's right," Chronoa said with a grim nod. "However, I fear that he may break out soon. He's already threatened to seize control of the Time Nest."

"Hm, I see," Whis said. Beerus' attendant was not a deity like Beerus and Chronoa, but neither was he a mortal like Trunks and Luffa. Tall and thin, Whis loomed over the others like a shroud, although his prim and unassuming demeanor belied his enigmatic nature. "So Demigra was changing history to create some sort of exit for himself."

Chronoa nodded again. "That is what I've suspected," she said. She hadn't shared this with Trunks or Luffa, but there was no point in denying it. "Another demon named Towa had been experimenting with using temporal distortions to weaken the barriers surrounding the Demon World. Demigra may be doing the same."

"That suits me fine," Beerus said with a smirk. "And you believe he'll come here when he escapes. Okay, then right when he comes out of hiding, I'll destroy him."

"Nice," Luffa said. "I was hoping to take a crack at Demigra myself, but this could be almost as much fun, Lord Beerus." She elbowed Trunks' arm. "You should have seen the look on Demigra's face when he realized his plan had backfired."

"Well, that would solve all of our problems," Trunks said. "I can't thank you enough for your assistance, Lord Beerus."

"Oh, it's no trouble at all, I assure you," Beerus said. "Then if that's settled, perhaps--"

"No no no, please don't!!" Chronoa screamed. "Lord Beerus, please. If you fight in this world, it would completely destroy this dimension of time!"

At last, Luffa and Trunks understood the danger, and their enthusiasm for Beerus' proposal evaporated.

"Destroy the dimension of time?" Trunks asked quietly.

"The hell--?" Luffa asked, less quietly.

"Yes, I know," Beerus said, indifferent to her outburst. "I'm the God of Destruction. I do have expertise in these matters."

Chronoa's first impulse was to try to convince him of the importance of the Time Nest, and of Toki Toki City, which surrounded it. Both were suspended within a dimension of time separate from the rest of the universe, which made it possible for her to carry out her stewardship of Tokitoki, the Divine Time Bird. With someone else, she might have been able to explain that destroying the Time Nest would unravel the fabric of creation itself, but Beerus simply didn't care. The end of the universe was someone else's problem, not his.

And so she fell back on a more mundane strategy. "Oh, I know!" she said hastily. "I'll cook delicious meals for you if you promise not to fight here. Cool?"

This seemed to upset Luffa and Trunks a great deal.

"You can't!" Trunks said.

"No! What are you thinking?!" Luffa hissed.

They were more than subordinates to her. She considered the Time Patrollers to be good friends, but Trunks was especially dear to her, and Luffa had become almost as close in the short time they had worked together. No doubt they were worried about her making such offers to the God of Destruction. For she knew her own cooking was brilliant, and if Beerus got a taste for her trademark cuisine, he might demand that she return to his planet with him, and cook for him full-time. Luffa and Trunks couldn't bear to see that happen, but for the good of the Time Nest, Chronoa was prepared to make the hard choices.

But Beerus would not be tempted. "Delicious...?" he began to ask, then shook his head. "No, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'll have to pass on that. It's the principle of the thing, you know?"

Trunks and Luffa were both greatly relieved to hear this, and at last Trunks cleared his throat to speak.

"With all due respect, Lord Beerus," he said, "please allow us take care of Demigra."

"No, he tried to use me," Beerus said. "Besides, can you even defeat Demigra?"

"Absolutely," Trunks said. "We've been preparing for a showdown like this for weeks now, and Luffa here has been fighting his mirages in other missions. Please, just give us a chance. The lives of everyone I care about are on the line."

Beerus rubbed one of his large eyes with his hand as he considered it, but Chronoa doubted that Trunks' appeal would add much to her own. If Beerus was willing to destroy the entire Time Nest dimension to avenge his honor, then Trunks' loved ones would mean even less. Then Luffa stepped forward.

"My lord," she said, "Demigra isn't worthy of your time. I can kill him for you, and spare you the hassle of waiting for him to show himself."

She was holding her hands out in a friendly, almost servile gesture that Chronoa found very uncharacteristic for Luffa.

"Is that so?" Beerus asked, one of his eyes widening with interest.

"I won't pretend to know the business of a God of Destruction," Luffa continued, "but I'm sure you'd rather be doing something else than chasing after a cowardly nuisance like Demigra. He should pay dearly for offending your person, but you needn't dirty your hands on the likes of him. Not when I can carry out the execution in your place."

Chronoa exchanged looks with Trunks, who simply shrugged. They were both confused by Luffa's approach, but it seemed to be working.

"Ah, that's right," Beerus said. "Back at Bulma's party, you told me you and your family were mercenaries. I suppose this is the part of your sales pitch where you casually mention your modest fee."

Luffa smiled. "On the contrary, Lord Beerus. It would be a great privilege to serve as the instrument of your divine wrath. The benefit to my reputation alone would be priceless. No, I should be presenting some sort of gift to you for even considering my proposal."

Luffa now had Beerus' undivided attention. "A gift, you say? What would you have in mind?"

"I gathered that you have a taste for Earthling cuisine," Luffa said. "There's plenty of that here in Toki Toki City, just outside the Time Nest. But Earthlings have such... puny appetites. They don't appreciate the subtle nuances that you get from cooking in bulk quantities. I'm talking about flavor techniques that only a Saiyan chef would know."

"I've sampled Saiyan dishes before," Beerus said. "Decades ago, I paid a visit to King Vegeta. The food was satisfactory, but he was sorely lacking in hospitality."

"Hah! I'm not surprised," Luffa said. "Sharing a meal is a time-honored tradition of family and community. What would a royalist know about any of that? No offense, Trunks, but your grandfather's lackeys probably didn't know sugar from salt."

"Er, okay..." Trunks said.

Luffa stepped toward Beerus and pointed at her chest. "I'm not from this era, Lord Beerus. The Time Patrol brought me here from centuries in the past. My entire era was forgotten a long time ago. No one even remembers all the battles I fought, which means I'm pretty sure a lot of my cooking techniques were lost to time as well. So when I roast a dinosaur, it's an experience you can't get anywhere else."

"You're certainly a confident one, aren't you?" Beerus said. "I must admit, I'm intrigued by your offer, but the question remains as to whether you have the ability to defeat Demigra. I can't have you acting in my name if you lack the skill to uphold my reputation."

"Lord Beerus, considering everything they've said," Whis suggested, "why not try testing them?"

"A test? That might be good." Beerus put his hand over his face and rubbed his jaw as he considered the idea. "Let's see how well the two of you do against Whis and myself."

"You mean you'd spar with me?" Luffa asked. "I'm... that's..."

"Er, yes!" Trunks said. "Thank you very much!"

"Sure," Luffa stammered. "Yeah, what he said. Thank you."

"Lord Beerus," Whis asked, "you mean that I have to fight too?"

"This was your idea, Whis," Beerus said.

"Oh, fine..." Whis sighed.

"Now then," Beerus said. "We may as well get started..."

"Hey hey hey!" Chronoa snapped. "You can't do that here!"

"Oh, what's wrong now?" Beerus groaned.

Chronoa stamped her feet on the stone pavement of the Time Nest. "Weren't you listening to what I said before? If you fight here, you risk destroying the Time Nest! It'd be no different than if you fought Demigra yourself! Go... I don't know, just go somewhere else!"

"All right, fine," Beerus said. "You're so selfish... but we'll find some other venue for this test."

"I think I can arrange a suitable location for us, Lord Beerus," Trunks offered. "We can use the Parallel Quest system to travel to an isolated segment of time..."

"Very good, I'll that up to you, Trunks," Beerus said. "And while you arrange that, I might as well hang around for a bit. It's been a while since I visited the Time Nest, and Luffa can fix me that snack she offered..."

*******

And that seemed to be that. Beerus was satisfied, at least for the moment, and he had provided a path forward for defeating Demigra without sacrificing the entire Time Nest in the process. After the others left the Nest to attend to their business in the city, Chronoa tried to relax by tending to the Divine Tokitoki Bird. She set out fresh food, changed his water, and checked his ears for chroniton mites.

She wanted to tend to the Scroll of Eternity, and repair the changes caused by Demigra's last incursion, but that couldn't happen until Beerus returned to his own time. And so, there was nothing to do but wait. Normally, Chronoa was an adept at the fine art of patience. But with the God of Destruction at her doorstep, it was difficult to trust Luffa and Trunks to handle things on their own.

And so, it didn't take long for Chronoa to take her leave of the Time Nest to check on them. As a god herself, she could sense divine ki and locate Beerus, but this turned out to be unnecessary. The commotion around the Toki Toki City cafeteria was the first sign of his presence.

Chronoa found a relatively calm Namekian bystander. His name was Bebbux, and he was in charge of the city waterworks. "What's going on?" Chronoa asked.

"Supreme Kai of Time!" he gasped when he saw her. "Thank goodness you're here. I must report that the God of Destruction, Beerus, has come to Toki Toki City!"

"Yes, I know," Chronoa said. "Luffa was supposed to show him around. Is something wrong?"

"Y-you're allowing Lord Beerus to visit the city?" Bebbux said with great surprise.

"Well, I don't exactly have much choice," Chronoa said. "It'll be okay, I think."

"I just... it's just that... This is your domain, and as a goddess yourself..."

"Sorry," Chronoa said. "The Kaioshin, like me, oversee creation. The Hakaishin are destroyers. Beerus and I are peers, but that doesn't give me power over him. He's authorized to destroy anything he chooses. All I can do is make sure he doesn't have any reason to destroy us."

"Oh..." The look on Bebbux's face was that of a man who was about to request a leave of absence.

"Did they go in the cafeteria?" Chronoa asked.

"Well, yes," Bebbux said. "I was there to inspect the water lines. I like to do that around this time of day, after the lunch crowd has thinned out. But then those three just walked in and she commandeered the kitchen."

"Luffa?" Chronoa asked.

"Well, Lord Beerus is one thing, but you can do something about her at least, can't you?" Bebbux asked. "I told her I had a job to do, and she threatened to break my arm if I didn't get out of her way!"

Chronoa looked again at the Time Patrollers milling about outside. They were rattled by the presence of Beerus, or Luffa, or both. None of them seemed very happy about being denied their mealtime, even if it was for their own good.

"I'll talk to her," Chronoa said. On her way to the entrance, she met the cafeteria manager, the head chef, and an irate diner, and had very similar conversations with each of them. At last, she made it inside the now-empty building, and found Beerus and Whis seated at a small table in the kitchen.

"I thought Luffa was with you," she said as Beerus glanced in her direction.

"She excused herself to gather supplies," Whis said. "But I'm sure she'll return shortly."

"She had better," Beerus said. He held up one of his fingers and examined the point of the claw on the end. "I'm not fond of all this waiting."

"Yet you were willing to wait for Demigra to show up so you could destroy him personally," Whis reminded him.

"That's different," Beerus said. "For one thing-- ah, there she is now."

Luffa stormed into the kitchen pushing a cart full of potatoes and crates of other foods. She wheeled it towards the griddle, then returned to the table with a small box under the crook of her arm.

"Sorry, that took longer than I expected," she said. "But I think you'll appreciate it, Lord Beerus. I found you an appetizer."

She opened the box and withdrew a pair of small cans to Beerus and Whis. Beerus held up his serving and started at it with great interest. "This image printed on the label," he said. "Could this be--?"

"Pudding, my lord," Luffa said. "I thought about making some myself, but I've never tried that before, so I didn't want ruin your first experience with it. All you have to do is pry that handle back, then use it to peel off the lid. Here, I'll show you..."

Chronoa was about to interrupt, but decided against it. Coming between Beerus and his pudding had proven to be a grave mistake. As a student of history, the Supreme Kai of Time was not prone to repeat it.

"What a delightful container," Whis said. He had already opened his and was spooning a sample into his mouth. "It reminds me of the beryllium-shelled bivalves on Nellis II."

"The ring came off my pudding can," Beerus said with great disappointment. "What a frustrating design. Now my pudding is trapped forever."

"Not quite," Luffa said, handing him a butterknife from a nearby tray. "You can still work the lid off with this. It takes a little doing, but--"

"Ah, I see," Beerus said. "You're right, Whis, this is like those little clams. The struggle of opening them up makes eating them that much more satisfying..."

There was a moment of blissful peace as Beerus finally sampled pudding for the first time, and Chronoa approached Luffa while she began preparing the main course.

"Don't worry, I've got this under control," Luffa said before Chronoa could speak.

"I just wanted to see if I could help," Chronoa said.

"No, I'm the one helping you, remember?" Luffa said. "You brought me here from the past because Trunks wasn't enough, right?"

"Well, yes," Chronoa said, "but it was Shenron who actually chose--"

"Fine, whatever," Luffa said. "My point is he made the right call. Trunks can't handle all this on his own. And you say Lord Beerus can't fight Demigra without destroying the Time Nest. So I guess that might hold true for Yamoshi as well, since he was a god once."

She began slicing potatoes on a cutting board, and picking up speed.

"You forgot to peel those," Chronoa said, but Luffa made a derisive snort.

"No I didn't. Like I said before," Luffa told her, "my style has been lost to time. You can cook however you want, Chronoa, but Lord Beerus can have that experience whenever he wants."

"But he's very particular about his meals..." Chronoa tried to argue, but Luffa was hearing none of it. She simply set her jaw and increased her ki. Her yellow hair glowed brighter and there was a flash of her golden aura, which she quickly stifled when it began to disturb some of the items on the countertops.

"Luffa, you've been in Super Saiyan form ever since you came back from the mission," Chronoa said. "You told us before that you sometimes have trouble shutting it off. If you're upset..."

"I'm fine," Luffa said. She was now chopping vegetables with blinding speed. When she needed to use a different knife, she would briefly hold it up and stare at it until the blade began to flash with the same aura that surrounded her body. "I just need the form for this work. My senses are much sharper this way."

Suddenly, Luffa swept her left hand over the griddle. Chronoa gasped, but there was no sign of any injury to Luffa's fingers. She held them close to her face and inhaled sharply, then made a satisfied snarl and continued her work.

"Back home... in the past, I mean... I used to use an infrared thermometer," Luffa explained. "But not everyone uses the same temperature units, or even the same characters for numerals. So I learned to go by feel and smell of the cooking oil."

"Why?" Chronoa asked. "You already know the temperature." She pointed to the dials that controlled the griddle's heating elements.

"'Medium' is not a temperature," Luffa insisted. "All that does is tell you how much power is getting sent to the filaments under the surface. It doesn't take into account the thickness or composition of the griddle, or the temperature of the surrounding environment. Now let's see..."

She had put all of her cuttings in a large bowl, which she now emptied into an even larger pot of boiling water. Then she turned her attention to a hunk of ground sausage.

"Wait, what about your timer?" Chronoa asked urgently.

"For what?" Luffa asked.

"Uh, hello? The potatoes? Your stew is going to turn out all wrong if you don't know how long you kept them in there for!"

"I'm not making a stew, I'm parboiling them," Luffa explained. "And I'll check them with a fork to see if they're soft enough. It's under control, Chronoa."

"Parboiling?" Chronoa asked. She had never heard of this. Were Luffa's techniques as rare and obscure as she claimed?

"Is there a problem over there, ladies?" Beerus called from the table. There was a series of pans and utensils hanging from an overhead rack that hid the griddle from the table, and so he could barely see what was going on.

"Everything's fine, Lord Beerus!" Luffa called back. "Oh, I should ask. Do you have any allergies or dietary issues I should know about?"

"No, nothing like that," Beerus replied. "I must say, it smells very enticing so far."

"Damn straight it does," Luffa said with a confident smirk.

Minutes later, she laid the potatoes on the griddle, nearly covering the entire surface. Then she covered the potatoes with shredded cheese, peppers, diced tomatoes, and various seasonings. Chronoa grew ever more concerned.

"You're not moving the food enough!" she pleaded to Luffa. "It'll get all burnt on the bottom!"

"This isn't stir fry," Luffa said. "I'm trying to make it crispy. Hrmm..."

"Wh-what's wrong?" Chronoa asked.

"Nothing. I'd kill for some bluespice right about now," Luffa muttered. "Earth has an impressive range of flavors, but I could really go wild if I had a few other ingredients... Well, no point in worrying about it."

"This is about Keda, isn't it?" Chronoa said.

Luffa paused and stared at her. "What did you say?" she asked.

"You're upset about your friend," Chronoa said. "You said she somehow ended up on Namek, and we couldn't find any sign of her, and then she turned up on Earth. It's only natural that you'd be frustrated about that."

"How do you know about her turning up on Earth?" Luffa asked. "I never told... did Big League Chew report it to you? I guess he'd have to tell you, wouldn't he?"

The truth was more complicated than that, and so Chronoa didn't bother to correct her assumption. "The Time Patrollers trust me, Luffa. We all know this has been difficult for you. Maybe it's been tougher than we realize, because you've handled it so well."

"It's not that I don't trust you," Luffa said. "I just didn't know what to say. Keda vanished back in my era. We thought she was dead. Then I find her living out most of her life on Earth in this era. At first, I wanted you to fix it somehow, but..."

"Yes...?"

"But the more I learn about this business, it seems like you would have already found out about it if it was a problem. But you had no idea. Just like you didn't know anything about me when I got yanked out of the past. This was all supposed to happen, so there's nothing you can do about it."

Chronoa nodded her head. "That's right," she said. "I want to investigate this more carefully, of course, though that will have to wait until things have settled down with Demigra. But if you already understand that I can't change the past, then why...?"

Luffa began flipping the layer of food on the griddle, revealing the potatoes that had once been on the bottom. The golden brown color, illuminated by the yellow glow of Luffa's hair, reminded Chronoa of a gardener tilling soil.

"I told you," Luffa said. "I wasn't sure what to say. At first I wanted to demand that you send Keda back to her own time, to her friends. But when I saw her living on Earth as an old woman... at least we think that was her... Well, I wasn't so sure I should say anything. Maybe she liked it better the way things turned out."

There was only the sound of vegetables sizzling on the griddle for a time, and then Luffa finally added: "I guess I was worried that you might decide you had to fix it after all, and send Keda back, even if she didn't want to go. I wasn't sure how I would feel about that, either. So that's why I didn't bring it up to you before. Sorry if that's against the rules around here."

"It's all right," Chronoa said. "It's like we say in Toki Toki City. 'There's time.' You weren't ready to talk to me about this, and that's okay. But if you're not upset about Keda, then...?"

"I keep telling you," Luffa said, "I'm all right. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about fighting the God of Destruction later, but that didn't stop Kakarot from giving it a try. If he can take his lumps, then so can I."

"That was different," Chronoa said. "Goku was a god then."

"Not the first time, he wasn't," Luffa said. "And Vegeta wasn't a god either. Besides, even when Kakarot had the god form, it wore off in the middle of the fight." She began to dig out spaces in the layer of hash she had been cooking, and while she worked the spatula with one hand, she pointed at herself with the other.

"Those two bastards, Kakarot and Vegeta," Luffa said, "they fought Lord Beerus with this form, and they made their ancestors proud. Well, this ancestor, at least. I can't just bow out of this, not after seeing what they could do."

"But if you don't impress Lord Beerus," Chronoa warned, "he won't let you fight Demigra!"

"Then I'll just have to impress him, won't I?" Luffa said with an anxious grin. "Why do you think I offered to cook for him? I was hoping to put a little polish on this arrangement."

"Then... then you really are all right," Chronoa said. "You just seemed so agitated..."

Luffa snorted. "If we're being honest, I probably haven't been 'all right' since I was nineteen years old. But I'll manage."

Chronoa pointed at the griddle. "Then what are you doing right now?"

"I'm making a space for the eggs," Luffa said.

Chronoa was confused until Luffa began to crack eggs on the edge of the counter, and she dumped the yolks into the spaces she had dug out in the hash. She continued this process until each hole was filled with white and yellow protein.

"No!" Chronoa gasped. "You can't just cook those on top of something else!"

Luffa simply smirked at her. "It'll be fine, just wait."

"But if Lord Beerus is displeased--!"

"Trust me," Luffa said. "You said the Time Patrollers trust you, right? Doesn't that go both ways?"

If Luffa were fighting, it would be an easy matter to stand back and defer to her judgment. But Chronoa had been cooking meals for millions of years, and all of her experience now screamed out to her that Luffa was making one terrible blunder after another. The potatoes would be too soft, and the cheese wouldn't burn right, and the eggs wouldn't be rubbery at all. And Luffa had never once turned the dials on the griddle to their highest setting. How could she hope to achieve the greatest flavor intensity without using the maximum power available? And she had only sprinkled a tiny amount of salt into the meal! But if Chronoa tried to interfere now, there was the chance that this would upset Beerus just as badly as a low-quality meal.

Luffa glanced away from her work and gave Chronoa a reassuring look. "Relax," she said. "I'm your legend too."

"What?"

Chronoa didn't understand what that meant, although she found it comforting nonetheless. She forced herself to stay calm, and watched as Luffa completed the work and began shoveling the hash off the griddle and into several dishes. Two of these, she carried to the table, and Chronoa followed her with a carafe of fruit juice.

"For your consideration, my lord," Luffa said respectfully as she set the plates before her guests.

Chronoa chewed her lower lip as she watched Beerus and Whis take the first bites of their meal. They chewed, swallowed, and then...

"Oh, that is good," Beerus exclaimed. It was more enthusiasm than Chronoa was used to hearing in his voice. Usually he was so cool and aloof, even when he was enraged.

"Oh my," Whis added after making a happy squeal. Once he had regained his composure, he pointed at his plate and asked. "Tell me what are these little green pieces?"

Luffa leaned in to see what he was pointing to with his fork. "Ah, those are an Earth vegetable called 'chives'. They go very well with the tubers."

"Oh, I quite agree!" Whis said.

For several more minutes, Chronoa simply stood by and watched them eat while Luffa beamed with pride.

"I guess you worked up an appetite fighting Kakarot, huh, Lord Beerus?" Luffa asked.

The God of Destruction was too busy gobbling the rest of his meal to answer right away, but he did make a noise that Luffa interpreted as a 'yes.'

"I made plenty if anyone wants seconds," Luffa said. "I don't know much about gods, but I had a feeling anyone who fights like the way you do could pack it away like a Saiyan."

"I must admit," Beerus finally replied, "you've certainly lived up to your claims, Luffa. King Vegeta had nothing on his board quite as tasty as this. Hmm, and filling, too."

As they continued to exchange pleasantries, Luffa glanced back at Chronoa and made a 'thumbs up' gesture. There was still the test that she and Trunks would have to pass, but at least they had made it this far without any trouble. Chronoa couldn't help but consider what Luffa had said before.

'I'm your legend, too.'

Was that how Luffa saw herself? Chronoa had heard Trunks and other Saiyans refer to the Super Saiyan form as "legendary", but the word had meant little to a Kai like her. The Super Saiyan seemed very commonplace in the Time Patrol, and the word "legend" seemed to be little more than emphasis. But Luffa seemed to feel a personal attachment to the word. For Luffa, it was a point of honor, a sacred thing that she shared with no one, except maybe her ancestors, and perhaps Son Goku and Vegeta.

But Chronoa had never given much thought to how Luffa defined that role. It wasn't just a lofty title. For all her talk of being a simple mercenary, Luffa sought to be an inspiration. She wanted Trunks to fight harder, and she wanted Goku to live up to his place as her successor, and today she wanted Beerus to know exactly what sort of exceptional being had pleased his taste buds.

And she had also inspired Chronoa to be at ease. Chronoa was used to being cheerful and relaxed, but the Demigra crisis had made that feeling seem like a distant memory.

Chronoa thought of Bubbex and the other Patrollers outside the cafeteria. They weren't the only ones who had complaints about Luffa. Many of her critics saw her as an overhyped has-been. But perhaps there was more to a legend than the reputation. In the end, she supposed, Luffa was just someone who tried harder. That persistence could be abrasive at times, but she was definitely the sort of person one wanted on their side.

Maybe that was what Shenron had seen in Luffa when he chose her to be Trunks' partner. Up to now, Chronoa had accepted it as a matter of hope. Now, she finally felt like she understood the Eternal Dragon's reasoning.

And maybe that meant Luffa was ready, after all.

Just like the note had said.

But ready or not, Luffa would have to go through Beerus first...

NEXT: Beerus' Test.

#dragon ball #fanfiction #lssjluffafic #super saiyan #luffa #beerus #trunks #chronoa #whis #bebbux #okay so the header image was cropped from a picture of a skillet #but imagine one of those griddles like in a restaurant #the size of a tabletop #and it's just covered with that all over #that's the imagery i'm going for #also just like a big thing of orange juice #donald duck orange juice i guess but not in some dinky little glass

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pucksandpower · 8 months

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Grid Kids: y/n pregnency!!

Grid Kids: Bun in the Oven

Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: moments with the grid kids during your pregnancy

Series Masterlist

Kicking Up a Storm

“Did the little one just ...” Charles’ eyes widen as he pulls back his hand abruptly from where it had been resting on your stomach.

Lando, lounging on the other side of the room with a video game controller in hand, smirks, “Did what? Tried to escape? Can’t blame it, considering the rest of its siblings."

You swat playfully at Lando as Max and George, engrossed in assembling a nursery chair, look up in anticipation. “Come on, let us feel!” Max pleads, abandoning the chair pieces on the floor.

As everyone gathers around, taking turns to gently place their hands on your baby bump, you feel a flutter, a gentle kick responding to their touch. The room fills with gasps of wonder and joy.

“Feels like a future driver if you ask me,” George grins, looking at Sebastian, who chuckles, already imagining another Vettel on the tracks.

Lance, feeling a tad left out, decides to jump in. “Can it hear us? Hello in there, it’s your brother Lance! Remember to pick me as the fun brother, okay?”

Mick, who has been reading every pregnancy book he could get his hands on, chimes in, “You do realize the baby can’t differentiate voices yet, right?”

Lance waves him off, “Details, details.”

Cravings Are No Joke

“Pickles and chocolate? Seriously?” Max raises an eyebrow, holding up the two seemingly mismatched items as he stands in the middle of a grocery store aisle.

Lance, pushing the cart, shrugs. “Don’t question the cravings, just go with it.”

Charles, scrolling through the list on his phone, adds, “Oh and don’t forget the spicy ramen, blueberry pie, and ... pineapple pizza?”

George groans, “Pineapple pizza? Come on! Anything but that. I’m not even Italian and I’m still offended.”

Lando, with an impish grin, quips, “Remember when she wanted the mango gelato at 3 am? That was a fun drive.”

Mick chuckles, “Or the time we went to five different bakeries just to find that particular lemon cake she couldn’t live without.”

Lance pauses, looking thoughtful, “And wasn’t there a phase where she only wanted foods that were purple?”

George nods, “Yep, aubergines, purple potatoes, grapes ... I still can’t look at a plum without laughing.”

As the grid kids continue shopping, picking out items based on the rather diverse list you gave them, they share more anecdotes of the past months. The store’s other patrons watch in amusement as the young men navigate the aisles, often debating the merits of various brands or flavors, all to ensure they get it just right for you.

Later, back home, your grid kids proudly present their haul. You and Sebastian look on with affection as they lay out the eclectic mix of food.

“Did you guys get everything?” You ask, trying to hide your laughter.

Max feigns offense at being questioned, “Of course, we’re professionals.”

Sebastian leans in to whisper in your ear, “I’m just glad they didn’t try cooking this time. Remember the schnitzel incident?”

You giggle, recalling the disastrous attempt. “Of course I do. I was cleaning flour off the cabinets and ceiling for weeks. But hey, it’s the thought that counts.”

It’s a …

The preparations for your gender reveal are in full swing at the local park and your grid kids are at the heart of it. They’ve split into two factions: Team Girl, led by Charles and Lance, and Team Boy, spearheaded by Max and Lando.

Charles and Lance have laid out a series of pink challenges, including a three-legged race where participants wear pink tutus. “It’s going to be a girl, no doubt about it!” Lance proclaims confidently.

Max and Lando, on the other hand, have a blue-themed obstacle course, complete with a mini kart race. Lando, wearing a blue bandana, shouts over the ruckus, “I have no idea what you’re talking about because it’s definitely a boy.”

George has taken on the role of referee. Dressed in a striped shirt, whistle in hand, he’s ensuring that the competition remains friendly. “Remember, it’s all in good fun!” he reminds everyone, though his “Team Girl” badge suggests where his loyalties lie.

Mick, though undecided, has tie-dye patches of both blue and pink on his shirt. “I just want a healthy sibling for all of us,” he says with a gentle smile, standing back and enjoying the antics.

Sebastian, watching the chaos unfold, leans over and whispers in your ear, “Did we really think letting them plan this was a good idea?”

You laugh, “It’s a bit crazy but look at them. They’re having the time of their lives!”

The moment everyone’s been waiting for finally arrives. At the center of the park, a large, sealed box waits. As you and Sebastian approach, the grid kids form a circle around it, their playful banter coming to a halt.

With a shared look of excitement, you both pull on the ribbon. The box flaps open, releasing a cloud of ... green smoke?

The park erupts in a mixture of laughter and confusion.

Max looks baffled, “Green?”

Charles chuckles, “Guess neither team wins today!”

Lando, trying to waft away the smoke, jokes, “Alien? Oh my god, you’re having an alien!”

Mick wraps an arm around you, “Like I said, as long as it’s healthy.”

You smile, nestling into Sebastian’s side, “We thought we’d keep everyone guessing for a little longer.”

False Alarm

“Sebastian! The baby! I think it’s happening!” You exclaim, feeling a sudden tightening in your abdomen.

Sebastian, who was in the middle of mediating a lively debate with Max and Charles over who will be the baby’s favorite brother, nearly trips over the rug in his rush to get to you. “Okay, okay, okay. Deep breaths, in and out.”

Lance, eyes wide as saucers, frantically begins googling “how to deliver a baby” on his phone while George starts making a list of things needed for the hospital. “Towels! We need towels, right?”

Lando is somewhere on another planet, muttering to himself, “This isn’t happening. I am not ready to see a baby being born. Nope, nope, nope.”

Mick tries to restore some order. “Calm down everyone. Y/N, are you sure it’s really labor?"

Before you can respond, Charles bursts through the door, holding a bucket of ice. “I read somewhere you might need ice. Here!”

You laugh through the discomfort, appreciating the chaos ensuing because of your grid kids’ concern. "Actually guys, I think it’s just Braxton Hicks. False alarm.”

A collective sigh of relief sweeps the room. Sebastian, still slightly pale, pulls you into a hug, “You sure know how to keep things exciting.”

Lance looks up from his phone, “What’s Braxton Hicks?”

“It’s like a rehearsal for the real thing,” George explains, folding up his hastily made list.

Max, trying to regain his cool, smirks, “Well, if that was a rehearsal, the main event is going to be epic.”

You chuckle, patting your belly, “Guess the little one just wanted to see how quickly you all could jump into action.”

Putting the “Student” in “Student Drivers”

As you and Sebastian sit on the couch, going over your prenatal class schedule, a curious George peeks over. “What’s that? Are those the birthing classes?”

You nod, “Yep! We’re starting next week. It’ll help us prepare for the big day.”

Suddenly, Charles pops up beside George, eyes widening in interest. “Can we come?”

“That sounds cool! I’ve always wondered what those classes are like.” Lando chimes in from where he’s keeping an ear out in the kitchen.

Sebastian looks a bit overwhelmed, “I thought it was just going to be the two of us.”

Lance joins the group, scrolling through a magazine article about celebrity dads attending birthing classes. “Look at this! It’s a thing now. We could all go and support you both.”

Max adds, “Besides, we’re family. We’ve been there through everything else. Why not this?”

“Do they even allow so many people to join?” Mick ponders.

You can’t help but laugh at the eager faces in front of you. “I never thought I’d have to bring an entourage to a birthing class.”

Sebastian rubs his temples. “Okay, how about this? We’ll ask the instructor if it’s okay. If they allow it, you guys can join on one condition.”

Lando bounces on his toes, “What’s that?”

“No teasing or making jokes during the class. We’re there to learn and be supportive.”

Charles nudges Max, “That’s mainly directed at you.”

Max fakes innocence. “Me? I would never!”

You shake your head, “Alright, I’ll call tomorrow and see if our little ... or rather large group can attend.”

Your grid kids cheer, excited about the new adventure. As they scatter, already planning and discussing among themselves, Sebastian leans over to whisper in your ear, “This baby is already turning our world upside down and they’re not even here yet.”

You smile and squeeze his hand, “With this family, every moment is an adventure.”

***

The birthing center’s usual tranquil ambiance is slightly offset by the excited chatter of the grid kids as you all enter. The instructor, a calm and composed woman named Clara, raises an eyebrow at the large group but doesn’t comment. After all, it’s not every day that half of the Formula 1 grid walks into her class.

The session starts with everyone introducing themselves. Most couples share sweet stories of their relationship journey. When it's your turn, Sebastian starts, “I’m Sebastian, this is my wife, Y/N,” he pauses, motioning to the group, “and these are ... our sons.”

The room erupts in chuckles. One of the expectant mothers quips, “That’s a lot of kids! You two have been busy!”

Clara moves on with the class, demonstrating breathing techniques. Everyone’s earnest attempt to follow along results in a mix of deep breathing, snorts, and a few stifled laughs. At one point, Max, struggling to get the rhythm right, looks over at Lando and mutters, “I feel like I’m preparing to go underwater.”

When it comes time for practicing labor positions, the grid kids enthusiastically volunteer. George and Charles end up demonstrating a position, with George playing the supporting partner and Charles the laboring mom-to-be. The sight of Charles leaning into George, pretending to be in labor, has the room laughing, especially when Charles exaggerates with dramatic moans.

Lance and Mick take a turn next and when Lance offers words of encouragement to “pregnant” Mick, saying, “You’re doing great, sweetie,” you almost fall off your chair laughing.

Towards the end of the class, Clara demonstrates the use of a birthing ball. Lando decides to take a leap onto one only to bounce off, crashing into Max and sending both of them tumbling to the ground. The room is in stitches.

Despite their hilarious antics, your grid kids genuinely try to grasp the concepts, asking thoughtful questions and engaging in the exercises.

As the class wraps up, Clara approaches you with a smile. “I must say, this has been the most ... lively class I’ve ever taught.”

You grin, “That’s one way to put it.”

She chuckles, “But it’s clear they all care deeply for you and want to support you both in any way they can.”

Sebastian nods, wrapping an arm around you, “We’re very lucky to have them.”

For Real This Time

Lando and Charles are in the middle of a heated argument over the best way to make a sandwich (complete with props and charts) when you suddenly feel a warm sensation. Looking down, your eyes widen. “Uh, guys?”

“What is it?” Sebastian jumps up right away.

You swallow, “I think my water just broke.”

For a moment, there’s stunned silence. Then … mayhem.

Max yells, “To the car! Now!” while Lance scrambles to grab the pre-packed hospital bag.

George accidentally knocks over a vase in his attempt to find your phone. “Sorry! We can clean that up later, right?”

Mick tries to maintain calm, “Everyone, deep breaths, remember the class?”

Lando, eyes wide, mutters, “This is nothing like the class.”

Upon arriving at the hospital, the reception area becomes a scene of organized chaos. As Sebastian wheels you in, the grid kids follow in a flustered procession.

A nurse at the reception desk blinks in surprise. “Is there a convention in town?”

Mick, panting slightly, replies, “No, just family.”

Lando adds, “The biggest family you’ve ever seen.”

Another nurse, recognizing some of the faces, chuckles, “Formula 1 drivers in the maternity ward? Now I’ve seen everything.”

Inside, as the medical team preps you, the grid kids stand outside, pacing and nervously waiting. They take turns peeking through the small window, offering waves and thumbs-up.

Sebastian holds your hand and doesn’t complain once as you grab back hard enough to break every bone in it, “You know, I’ve faced pressure on the track but this ... this is on another level.”

You chuckle, squeezing his hand, “Just remember, I’m doing the hard part.”

Soon enough, after what feels like both a minute and a lifetime, the beautiful cry of your newborn fills the room. Your grid kids, hearing the sound, cheer loudly, causing several nurses to hush them.

Charles, tears in his eyes, says, “We’re big brothers now. Like, for real.”

“Wait,” Lando interjects, “aren’t you already a big brother?”

“Shush mate, let me have this moment.”

Max rolls his eyes but smiles, “Welcome to the family, little one. We’re a bit crazy but we already love you so much.”

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daily-whistlepaw · 10 months

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daily whistlepaw until fo becomes PoV day 902

#warrior cats #whistlepaw #windclan #medicine cat apprentice #i dunno i just felt like drawing whis in a flower costume #i spent the whole time drawing thinking about whis seeing m (as in the actual human me) slowly get closer to fo #with the costume and putting it on fo whilst fo judges me #i also realized I draw whis a lot in that pose that I can only describe as confused emptyness (which is just my basic standing pose tbh)#but it's funny to imagine whis being so confused about the stuff I put fo through

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alcoholfreenayeon · 3 months

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WHAT IF you are at a bar or something and Sana and Miyeon come to entice you back to their place 😈😈 (sana and miyeon x male reader) 🤭🤭

A/N: It’s finally done bestie, hope you enjoy🤭!

I want that

CW: male!reader x Sana and Miyeon, NSFW, Smut, somewhat hardcore, hint of fluff.

You were sitting alone at the booth, your glass empty and watching the tv, some soccer game going on but you weren’t really paying attention. Feeling someone gaze at you every now and then, it was the average day at the bar, not too crowded but you wouldn’t say it’s empty either. Your friends had left a few minutes earlier because they all had some reason or the other. Work, partners, whatever. It didn’t matter though, you liked your own company at times, it gave you some time to reflect on things.

As you contemplated between going home or having another drink, you were interrupted when someone asked if they could sit with you. Looking up at the person, you saw an absolute goddess, she was easily one of the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. You were too much in awe to reply but the girl just politely smiled and took your lack of objection as a yes and sat down.

“You don’t mind if my friend joins right?”, she asked sweetly.

“Uh, no”, you replied still awestruck when you turned to look at the friend and nearly fell out of your chair. Like the first girl was absolutely stunning but her friend, god you found her so irresistibly beautiful. Your mouth open while she sat down.

“I’m Sana and this is Miyeon”, the first girl introduced.

“h-hi, ahem, Hey, I’m Y/N”, you replied, losing your voice for a second.

The girls giggled and smiled prettily at you. They seemed really calm yet somewhat excited while you were losing composure like anything, you couldn’t even decide which one of them to look at. Somehow you managed to not seem like a complete idiot and weirdo and made some conversation.

Everything was going smoothly over the next few minutes, you were even managing to gain some confidence when felt something brush your foot and then saw Miyeon glance at you for a second, her cheeks slightly flushed before she looked away, smiling. You suddenly realized your own heart was beating quickly for some reason and cleared your throat trying to calm yourself down.

“Do you wanna come with us?”, Miyeon asked out of the blue, suppressing a smile. Sana giggled and gave her a nudge.

You felt dumbstruck, was this a joke? What did they mean by that because you totally thought you were interpreting that in a few different ways, all of which seemed greatly appealing but you couldn’t help but also think that maybe you didn’t understand what Miyeon asked. “Uhm…what?”, you choke, not knowing how to respond.

“I don’t live very far from here, the bar will close soon, maybe we can continue our…fun over there”, she said innocently batting her eyes at you while smiling so prettily.

Now, you’ve definitely heard of people getting killed like this but surely this was not the case, like seriously there’s no way these beautiful girls were some sort of deranged psychopaths after your kidneys or something. Your brain was practically shouting at you to proceed with caution but your heart whispered oh so convincingly that this was heading exactly where you never in your wildest dreams would have imagined. Unfortunately for your brain, your heart had you sold and any thoughts to take caution fell on deaf ears.

“Oh that sounds great, but I can’t drive since I’ve had a few drinks”, you manage, you could feel adrenaline pumping through your body as you thought of all the possibilities.

“That’s ok, we can just take a Uber, that’s okay with you right?”, Sana offered.

Sitting between the two girls in car, you wonder what you’d done to be so lucky. However, your thoughts are interrupted when you feel Sana put her hand on your knee before slowly starting to pull it upwards, onto your thighs, teasingly.

You freeze, not knowing how to react, understandably so and that’s when Sana leans in and whispers, “Does this excite you?”

You nearly whimpered and just as you are about to turn towards her, Miyeon’s voice stops you, “Unnie! You are so greedy, you can’t have all his attention.”

Before the words even sink in, you feel Miyeon grab your cheeks with both hands and she begins to make out with you sloppily.

This had to be heaven right? Like, surely life can’t get better than this, you think to yourself.

You begin to kiss her back and she seemed surprised for a moment before continuing but with more aggression. At the same time, Sana was practically in your pants and made some cheeky comment probably but you didn’t hear it, you were too engrossed with making out with Miyeon.

This continued for a few minutes before Miyeon pulled back, her cheeks slightly flushed and she was smiling mischievously while Sana was biting her lips and tying up her hair. You were trying to breath normally even though you felt out of breath but you didn’t wanna let the girls know that. Fortunately, before anything else could happen you had arrived at the destination and the three of you got out. You offered to pay but the girls insisted that they would.

“You can give us something else in return”, Sana said leaning towards you, clearing the last doubts of where this night was headed.

You were breathing hard now, as Sana noisily sucked on your tip while looking up at you. After a few moments, she stopped sucking, winked at you and then practically swallowed you all the way to your base. That took you by so much surprise you couldn’t do anything except move your hands on her head, inhaling sharply.

This continued for far less time than you would have liked but you had to make her stop or else she would end up finishing you there. You somehow manage to pull her off and Sana pouts a little but doesn’t complain. You pant and try to reset but before you can completely recover you feel another pair of lips taking in your cock. At this point your heart feels like it could explode. Miyeon struggles to take you as deep as Sana but makes up for it by somehow having more enthusiasm than her wanting to straight up suck the life out of you.

You end up making her stop after a few minutes too and take another few seconds to calm yourself down. It was getting harder and harder to that though, between feeling so desperate for your release and the fact that Miyeon had been kissing you for the past minute.

You become distracted when you see Sana lay on the bed on her stomach and look back at you seductively and you can’t help yourself and you get on top of her, she squeals excitedly when she feels you climb on her, arching her back. You were feeling feral now after being close to cumming twice and weren’t going to go easy at all.

Entering her took both of your breaths away, you sighed shakily, trying to compose yourself while Sana’s eyes stooped dreamily while she bit her lips. She didn’t let you off easily though and almost immediately started to push back against you forcing you to grab her shoulders and hold her down. She giggled at that but that turned into a gasp real quick when you began pounding her hard. She gripped the bedsheets tightly, panting as you filling her repeatedly. It only took you a few minutes of fucking her before you felt her clench and cum, letting out quiet moans as she came.

You smirked, she has been acting really cocky for a while now so it felt good to see her be so helpless now. Giving her only a few moments of rest before you begin pounding her again. You place your hand on her cheek, raising her head a little and to your satisfaction, Sana follows your lead and gently bites your fingers, whimpering as that only drives you to become rougher.

It was becoming harder and harder for you to focus on anything else but you felt Miyeon climb on the bed too, looking at you and Sana somewhat enviously. But you were not able to focus on that for too long. Especially when Sana was whining now as she was getting close to cumming once again which of course made her pussy tighter as she squeezed and clenched. Just when you thought you were about to reach the point of no return, Sana cums and you somehow manage to hold on. Both of you panting hard, a blissful smile on Sana’s face as she was slowly getting down from her high.

You turned to face Miyeon and found her pouting, “Did you really like her so much that you couldn’t even look at me?”

“Uhm….”, you tried to find your words but you had no defense.

“No”, she put a finger on your lips, “Don’t make excuses….if you really want to prove me wrong then do it through your actions”, she said while pulling you on top of her. “If you really mean it, then, Ruin. Me.”.

Those words turned on something inside of you, not that you needed encouragement to fuck her.

Pinning her hands either side of her head, you waste no time and enter her and it was honestly, quite possibly the best sensation you had ever felt. You begin to thrust immediately, ramming as deep as you can each thrust, stretching her slightly. You weren’t sure how long you would be able to last considering you were already quite on edge from Sana and the fact that Miyeon was staring at you so intently didn’t help at all.

At the same time, you felt her fists clench as each thrust was literally seeming to take her breath away. The two of you fucked for…..minutes?….an hour?….you didn’t even know, it felt like a decent amount of time but it wasn’t enough. Like you didn’t want this to ever end. You just wanted to keep fucking her for forever. At some point Miyeon broke through your grip and freed her hands, wrapping it around your shoulders, trying to pull you closer.

You were panting with each thrust now, trying not to cum, aware of how dangerously close you were to your release, ready to pull out any second.

That’s when Miyeon, grabbed your face, staring at you a moment too long and gave you a deep kiss, “Stay in me, don’t pull out, fill me up…please”, she whimpered practically while at the same time wrapping her legs around your waist tightly not giving you much of a choice really. Not that you had any problems with that. You began to pound her faster, both of you moving in perfect rhythm.

That’s when Miyeon cums, managing a strangled gasp as she shakes with pleasure, her convulsions send you over the edge as well and you practically explode inside her, wave after wave of your cum filling her up. As you both came together, it felt euphoric and eternal yet at the same time it also felt like it only lasted for a second. You both were panting heavily, looking at each other and you hesitated a little bit and leant in, kissing her passionately for a few seconds before you pull away. Miyeon blushes a little when you pull away, slowly letting go of you, almost like she wanted to hold on for a bit more.

Sana scoots over, “oh, you both seemed to enjoy it a lot more, Y/N was she really that much better than me?, she said smiling mischievously.

You freeze, glancing at Miyeon who looked like she would slap you if you gave the wrong answer. You fumbled over your words without saying any real answer which caused both girls to giggle which made you realize they were just teasing.

“Well, it’s quite late and us girls need our sleep”, Sana said suddenly, signaling that was time for you to leave. “Especially, after you tired us out so much”, Miyeon added with a giggle.

You were handed your clothes by Miyeon, a bit puzzled because you were pretty sure that’s not where you had left them but maybe you just were lost in your excitement and forgot. Regardless, you bid them goodbye and went on your way.

As you waited at the bus stop, you reflected on everything that just happened. For some reason, your thoughts were lingering back to Miyeon repeatedly. You lie to yourself about why that is, knowing full well the truth but you just felt too proud at the moment to admit it, even if it was to yourself. Luckily for you, the bus approached before you truly lost in your thoughts and feelings.

As you sat, you couldn’t help but feel something squish in your pocket. You search to find a small piece of paper scrunched up, curious, you unscramble it and find a series of numbers. No, a number, a phone number below which was written ‘M’ with a heart next to it. Looking out of the window, you smile to yourself, excited, your heart fluttering, perhaps you are going to have to revisit your feelings sooner than you thought…..

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