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If Goku and Adell Swapped (Adell's side: Part 5)

((Hee ho dood! Prinnyfrost reporting for duty! Let's just jump back into it. If you don't know what's going on, just read the previous parts first.

We continue where the Z fighters ended their communication with the space prince, Cooler. They went back to Gohan's house in order to discuss whether or not they should go along with Cooler's plan. At this point, they don't know anything about the Cold Empire or their history. The tree of might situation was their only encounter with them aside from the more recent call. Naturally, everyone is rather hesitant on the idea. They know that some extra hands would definitely come in handy for this task, but who's to say that Cooler won't have something more devious planned from behind the scenes? Especially since he only wants access to the Netherworld's resources and has no intention on Earth, it feels too good to be true. Shoumei soon came up with a suggestion that, why not stab him in the back once they get the chance before he does the same? Just deny the resources and tell him to get lost? Surprisingly, Bulma, Launch, and even Krillin agree to this, until Shura points out the major flaw in that idea.

Shura: "There is one glaring weakness that practically all demons share. Any type of deal or contract forged with someone else must be upheld no matter what. Once we agree, we can not back out."

Hearing this made Adell mutter under his breath. Cooler must have found this detail out before he contacted them, knowing they have no choice but to keep their end of the bargain regardless of the negative consequences. There's keeping a promise and then there's taking advantage. Just when everyone was pretty much at a loss, a voice can be heard from outside shouting "Take the deal!"

They all look outside and see none other than Piccolo. Apparently he was standing nearby throughout their whole conversation and heard well...everything. That's them sharp namekian ears kicking in.

Piccolo: "You said yourselves, we're dealing with a planet full of demons that can wipe any normal person out in an instant. The more man power we have the better."

Adell: "Yeah but...wait...did you say... "we" Piccolo?"

Piccolo: "Did I studder? I would like to see what these other worldly demons are all about. Besides, worse comes to worse, we could just kill Cooler if he gets out of line. The deal said you only had to give him the planet's resources. Never said we have to swear loyalty to him."

Yamcha: "Hey, you're right Piccolo! Why didn't we think of that?"

Bulma could help but facepalm after hearing that.

Tien: "That still doesn't solve the new elephant in the room. Why should we trust you, Piccolo? You may have helped us earlier but-"

Adell: "Don't worry about Piccolo. I'm sure all he's concerned about is settling the score between me and him. Isn't that right?"

Piccolo: "You could say that..."

The two of them give them give each other a rather intense glare, letting each other know they're ready to throw down if the time ever comes to it. That is until Gohan walks up to tall green man.

Gohan: "Are you friends with my daddy?"

Piccolo: "I wouldn't call us friends, but your father and I have some history."

Gohan: "Oh then...it's nice to meet you. Mr. Piccolo, right? My name's Gohan."

Piccolo just slightly looked away from the young child.

Launch (Blonde): "Well, I guess that settles it. Should we contact the next potentially dead alien walking?"

Krillin: "Well he did give us a year to respond, so why don't we just train until then?"

Tien: "Considering what we're going to be up against, that's most likely our best option."

And so it's agreed. Everyone decides to use the time to prepare for the next year. Pretty much everyone, even Bulma are about to go on this trip, mainly so she can do her own research. Both alien and demon tech? Exciting! The only one notably sitting out for this is Grandpa Gohan, but that doesn't mean he's not going to use the year to help out, whether if it comes to making food for everyone or teaching some new moves, especially since Master Roshi currently doesn't have any idea what's going on since he's relaxing at Kame house. And Launch is gathering up all of her best artillery, stocking herself to the brim and training her accuracy with them.

Now I'm sure some of you want to see how Gohan's training specifically would go in this timeline since he's not just training with Piccolo for a year. As I said before, Adell never planned to actually train Gohan while he's still this young, but he is a demon/saiyan hybrid, meaning he has a lot of potential become incredibly powerful, and they need all hands on deck, he has no other option. Fortunately, unlike the original Gohan, this version is actually a bit more keen to train as he wants to genuinely help out his family and new friends. Plus this means he would have a chance to be a hero like how he sees his father all the time on the big screen. Naturally, Grandpa Gohan is the one who teaches him some of the basics in fighting, which he adapts pretty well. He takes up after his father in that regard. Adell is the one who gives him more serious training in fist fighting, making sure he understands that this is nothing like how they used to play fight before years ago. This is serious. Still Gohan manages to pick up to this relatively well for the short time they currently have, but one year is not enough to fully grasp everything.

It only got more difficult when it came to training with Piccolo. While Adell is the one who's mainly teaching gohan in the fist fighting, Piccolo is the one handling the tactics category. Mainly in terms of being aware of the mindset that he should have on the battlefield and that his enemies are likely going to resort to dirty tricks. Yes. Cue the "DODGE!!!" meme montage. Oh and something I should point out, Gohan does NOT get the rage boost that he's famously known for.

That is something he got from Chi Chi's side of the gene pool in the original story. It's NOT a saiyan trait and since he's not related to Chi Chi in this story then...fortunately, he's still able to adapt to Piccolo's training to some degree, but just not as much as the original Gohan during his first year. This also means that their relationship at the end isn't exactly as close as it was in the original, but Piccolo does notice progress. As much as Shoumei would love to help Gohan train as well, she has to keep pace herself and uses her time to keep up with her stealth as well as train with Adell whenever he's not busy, but she does check in on Gohan from time to time, making sure her baby boy is alright. Surprisingly, the one having the most difficulty training Gohan is actually his grandfather, Shura.

Despite his efforts, Gohan is just not all that proficient with a sword. He's not even close to being on par with Yamcha in terms of swordsmanship, let alone his father or grandfather. Shura doesn't really hold it against Gohan. He can't stay mad at his dear grandson, how could he, but Gohan can sense that Shura is at least a little disappointed from the lack of progress. However, it's the complete opposite when it comes to training with his grandmother, Selion.

She is absolutely amazed of Gohan's understanding with the mystic arts. This actually the one category Gohan finds the easiest given his more studious nature compared to the rest of the group. Heck, the original Gohan probably would have faired even better here. In contrast to Adell, who only mastered a few spells in order to help with his fighting, Gohan is conjuring spells left and right, and is enjoying himself with what he comes up with. Selion couldn't help but take a picture of little cute Gohan having fun with a small dragon he summoned. Only 4 years old and he's already learning some advanced level spells like minor summoning. He's definitely showing some promise. What's more is that whenever he show's up for his next lesson, he's completely eager to get started on the agenda for the day. And to think, she was starting to give up on the idea of ever having an actual apprentice of her own one day.

Finally, close to a year has passed. Almost the entire squad, even Chiaotzu and Puarr have readied up for the trip. With everyone feeling assured, Bulma gives Adell the communication device that she held onto for a while and turns it on so he can give Cooler their final answer.

Adell: "Cooler, after a lot of talking, we decided to agree to your terms."

Cooler: "Ah excellent. We have a deal then. I'll send a ship toward your location to pick you up. I look forward to finally meeting you all in person. It should take about a few days for it to arrive so make sure you finalize all your preparations before then. End communication."

The group decide to use the final days in order to relax and mentally prepare themselves for the trip. Bulma even convinced Master Roshi and Oolong to gather the dragonballs just in case they need to use them. Adell and Shoumei as well as Yamcha and Launch resorted to more...private ways of relieving some stress. Even Tien resorted to do some meditating to calm his mind. The only ones who decided to train at least a little bit more, are Piccolo and Gohan. Piccolo decided that now would be a good time to see just how much he has learned over the past year. Much to Piccolo's delight, Gohan manages to show that he has gotten quite a bit of his training down, even resorting to some dirty tactics of his own by using quick spells to hit Piccolo while his guard was down. They fought on for a good few hours until Gohan was finally exhausted.

Piccolo: "Good. Seems like we've taught you pretty well. Your swordsmanship still needs work, but for everything else, I'm willing to pass you for now."

Gohan: "Thanks...Mr. Piccolo."

Piccolo: "This doesn't mean you should slack off, Gohan. Even if we manage to survive this trip, who knows what other powerful opponents with pop up all of a sudden in the future. You want to be a warrior like your father, then you need to be ready for anything."

Gohan: "You got it Mr. Piccolo. Thank you so much again for teaching me."

Piccolo: "I'm only doing this to better increase our chances at surviving. Don't forget, I still have a grudge against your father."

Gohan: "Oh okay. I still think you're pretty cool though. You're like one of those rival characters my dad fights in his movies."

Piccolo: "You know those aren't real fights, right?"

Gohan: "I know, but those rivals never give up on trying to defeat my dad. I think something like that...is pretty inspiring."

Piccolo once again looks away from Gohan, this time, he's doing this to hide a smile forming on his face. He's really growing fond of this kid. Naturally, Shura and Selion say what might be their final goodbyes to Grandpa Gohan, the man who made everything possible.

Shura: "I want to thank you for sheltering us for all these years. You are a dear friend to the end, Gohan."

Grandpa Gohan: "Ah it was no trouble at all, Shura. Admittedly, it was getting a little lonely until you came along, so if anything I should be thanking you."

Selion: "It really is a shame that we can't stay longer. It feels like it was just yesterday when we landed nearby your garden. Adell was still our little baby boy back then, and now he's all grown up with a child of our own."

Shura: "It is rather odd how quickly he managed to mature. Us demons typically have a very long lifespan. Perhaps it's due to the nature of the planet or his human form."

Grandpa Gohan: "I have always said that kids grow up quite fast these days. Just so you know, if you ever come back, my door is always open for you my friends. Just try to make sure I'm notified ahead of time so that I can prepare a nice warm meal for you."

Selion: "We greatly appreciate that. Please, take care of yourself, Gohan."

A few days later and a large ship finally arrive on the planet. Once the doors open, Salza is the one to greet them.

Salza: "I take it that you are all ready for departure? We do not have time on our hands to dawdle."

Adell: "Yeah, we're ready. Let's get going."

In with that, the group enter the ship, escorted to Cooler's own mothership, and begin their travel to their Netherworld.

Skyfall

Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

Summary: you fell in love with him during the war, but events led you to believe he had died until years later when the unexpected happened. This imagine (series?) is inspired by the song ‘Skyfall by Adele’

A/N- something no one asked for but an idea that has been in mind ;)

Warning- Violence, fluff, angst, swearing

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He didn’t know what was that instantly captivated him.

Perhaps the way the sun hit your eyes and seemed to have made them sparkle like diamonds. Perhaps the way you walked, with obvious sass.

The smile, perhaps? It was genuine. He knew that, it was easy to read since your eyes smiled too, it was easy to read it on anyone. Especially when one is doing something they love or are around someone they cared for just the same. To him it was always when he was doing this or when he was around Steve. And with you, he had to guess it was this chatting with the other nurses or helping people after a battle. Assuring them after you had helped them with their wounds and ease their pains.

What he wouldn’t give to be hurt to at least get to talk to you without seeming to be some weird creep prying on a beautiful girl.

Hey, maybe someone could step on his foot? It’s happened and it hurts like a bitch, but hey, at least then he would have an excuse. But he also knew he needed to be more smooth or else he knew his friends would make fun of him. Maybe he could say something as simple as “hello” but he also wanted to come off as more charming. What could he do?

He took a couple steps forward towards the tent you were in, just simply wanting to go off by whatever came out, but then as he was making his way he caught something that gave him a good excuse.

“No, promise you’ll be fine.” You assure a soldier as he began to struggle under the hold of a different nurse and you. The effort beginning to tick you off as it was only an injection. “It’s just one injection, you’ve dealt with far worse.” You press the blond tall soldier down with all the strength you could manage and let your eyes dart to the nurse, giving her a nod to signal that it’s okay to get it ready as you managed the soldier.

He didn’t say anything, but all his fighting and throwing his arms said far enough. It honestly made you want to do something else and almost made you hit the weak points on his bicep and elbow, but you stopped once you caught sight of someone coming your way to quickly come up behind the man’s head to help press him down to the bed and keep still, letting the other nurse have her chance to inject the shot. The action made the struggling man groan loudly but stop once the needle was out.

“See,” you mutter, hiding your annoyance with a tight lipped smile, “nothing. All done. Free to go.” The blond soldier said nothing as he got off the bed and basically ran out of the tent. Letting you thank the nurse who seemed to be busy admiring the other soldier with the well sculpted jaw beside you. “Thank you Jaime for the help.” She does nothing but blink to look at you, smiling before nodding and walking off, finally making you turn to look at the young looking brunette man beside you, noticing that he had turned at the same time you had. Letting noticing how handsome he was. “Thank you, uh…”

“Sergeant Barnes. But my friends call me Bucky.”

You smile warmly and look down to hide the heat you felt grow under your cheeks. “Okay, thank you then Bucky.” You lift your gaze to meet his, noticing how beautifully blue they were, they almost seemed to sparkle like diamonds against the sun or like a clear blue lake when the sun reflects off it. It was a feature that made you feel increadibly flustered.

“I haven’t seen you before, are you new?” He asked curiously, his eyes following yours as you began to put stuff away.

You shrug, looking down at the tray in your hands as you hesitated for a moment, “....you can say that. I’m new here but not new to war.” You turn again and smile softly. “Thank you for helping with the soldier, you would think a soldier who fights in a war wouldn’t be afraid of a tiny needle.”

Bucky grins and lets out a lighthearted huff of air, “I think phobias are harder to get over even in the acts of war.”

“I guess you’re right,” you chuckle, biting your bottom lip slightly as you feel the heat rise on your cheeks, noticing that his attention was unwavering and he always seemed to have that charming smile on his face; “if there's anything I could do to thank you...”

“You could get a drink with me, once we get to a place there's a nice bar of course.” He interjected smugly.

Feeling your cheeks burn hotter you nod and smile brightly, “of course, sounds like a date.”

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Years laters

“Natasha, did you place the playback?” You ask through your ear piece as you lift the scope up to your eye, seeing a car go up flames and seeing the redhead you were questioning jump out of her hiding spot to kick the masked man you knew as The Winter soldier, ultimately the sight answering your question. But also not leaving you a clean shot to hit the long haired man as Natasha got in the shot.

You groaned and dragged yourself closer to the ledge, seeing as their fight happened too fast for you to get a clean shot. There would be one second where it looked like he was going to stop but he then moved to pursue after Natasha, getting out of the view from your scope and making you have to look away or wait. There was never a moment where he would just stay still. You were asked to stay on the rooftop but there was nothing to do to help from so high. So instead you looked to the ground again and saw Steve’s familiar shield quickly pass by, letting you come to the decision to instead go down and run to the scene where the shots were sounding from.

Advicing the crowd to run away from the scene as you headed towards it. Finally seeing Steve fighting The Winter soldier on the street.

A smirk grows on your lips seconds after you see Steve’s shield stuck on the van's door, both men distracted from it and from spotting you, making it the perfect chance for you to head towards it and rip it out of the van door. And as you hear Steve grunt and something scratch the car you move around and see Steve flip the masked man to the ground, leaving an open for you to throw the shield to hit the man in the torso.

The hard hit made him stumble and snap his head to notice you; making your smirk widen and for you to raise one hand to pull out a sword sheathed on your back. The mystery man glares at you and tries to pick up the shield that had fallen to the ground, but Steve was fast and hit him from behind. Causing the man to turn and fight Steve, whilst you swiftly moved and slid on the ground to grab the shield before calling to your best friend; “Steve!”

Said man eyes look to you and then to the shield that you threw to his ready hand. The edge of the shield hitting The Winter soldier and causing a pained groan to leave his lips before coming after you. He pulled his dagger out and tried to stab you but you blocked it with the edge of your sword, barely catching sight of him letting go of the dagger and catching it with the same hand seconds later. Swinging rather quickly but again blocked by your sword.

You lift your gun and point at him pretending to want to shoot him, but instead you kick him back towards Steve, who catches his metal arm and breaks through only part of the metal. The action letting him remove the shield from the metal arm and throw it upward to smack his face, following by spinning to his other side and grabbing his jaw tightly to flip him over.

Causing The winter soldier to roll on the ground and for the mask to fall off his face. He quickly recovered however and stood to his feet, finally facing you to reveal something shocking.

Your eyes widened as your jaw went agape after the gasp that left your lips as you swore you heard your heart burst inside your chest.

You don’t believe it at first, you don’t want to because he was supposed to be dead. But you also knew his face, you remembered every detail. You’ve only missed him for years and only saw him through memories in your mind. It would be impossible to forget the man you loved and hadn’t stopped loving even as time passed.

It was him.

It was unmistakably him.

And without noticing he had turned, Steve had noticed the same thing and he and you uttered the same name simultaneously in the same shell-shocked manner. “Bucky?”

Keep calm and go to London. Chapter 2

Yep, I was bored so I wrote chapter 2 😁🤣 hope you like it

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Trigger warning: talking about low self-stem and body image issues.

Back at the hotel, I took a shower before going to bed and then I look at my phone to check the time - it was 3 am - and I saw that I had a new message from Henry. "It was an absolute pleasure to meet you today. You were a delight to talk to and I have the feeling that we'll end up being great friends. Tomorrow I'll pick you up at the hotel at noon so we can eat something on our way to the set. Does that sound good for you?" "Yes, sounds great! Cannot wait!" I replied. "Amazing. So I'll meet you tomorrow. Sleep well." "You too. Sweet dreams." I finished the conversation. As soon as I send the last message I went to bed. It took me a while to be able to fall asleep. I couldn't stop thinking in Henry, in how excited I was about tomorrow, and that feeling I got when we met. It was strange, I've never felt that before. I woke up and I realized that I overslept. It was 11 am and Henry was picking me up in an hour. So I hurry up and take a shower, change into some jeans, a black pullover and a jacket and I put some mascara and lipgloss, there was no time for full-face makeup. I braid my hair and then put on some comfortable boots and then the room phone rang. - Hello.- I answered - Hello, Miss Y/N, someone is waiting for you in the lobby. - Oh, yeah, please tell him that I'll be there in a minute. - Sure. I'll tell him right away. Good day! - Thank you, good day to you too! I hung up the phone. I ran into the mirror to check if I was ok looking and then I grab my black bag and made my way to the lobby to meet Henry.   When I got into the hotel lobby, there he was, sitting in one of the couches, wearing a red t-shirt, white pants and a brown jacket. You saw him and couldn't believe it: he seemed even more handsome than yesterday. He was distracted looking at his feet, probably avoiding being recognize, but he looked up and saw you and smile and got up while you approach him. -Hi!- he said smiling -Hi!-you replied nervously, waving your hand slightly and he came closer and gave you two kisses in the cheeks. You knew that that was something the British people are accustom to do, but it caught you off guard and once again you felt that electricity, just that this time it ran through your whole body. -What would you like to eat? - He asked - You can never go wrong with some pasta. - I answered, smirking. - Pasta is then. - he agreed and smirked too. We went outside and we got into his car and he drove to a restaurant. We chat a little about the city, his favourite places, which he loved and didn't enjoy about London. There were more pros than cons. He talked about the neighbourhood where he currently lived, his dog - who left with his assistant for the day because he wasn't going to be welcome in a restaurant, he thought-, Jersey and his family. He took me to a really nice restaurant and I felt silly, wearing jeans and a pullover, it was the kind of place that even in the middle of the day you wear a nice dress. But thankfully, I decided not to let that detail ruin this amazing day. While we ate, he asked me about me, so I granted his wish and I talked about my family, that at the moment I didn't have any pets but I love animals in general. And then he asked me how much time I planned to stay in London. - Honestly, I don't know.- I replied - I just need some time away from LA. - It's because of your breakup? -he questioned, almost sounded worried - Yes and no. Yes, the city reminds me too much of him and that reminds me of all the pain I went through because of that relationship. No, no because of him, because of Hollywood, it's a bit too toxic. There, everyone wants to be your friend or acts friendly because you're "y/n" you're "the shit", you worked with the biggest stars, you wrote some of the biggest number ones, you fill stadiums, you started your acting career, made four movies and won three Oscars, but most of those people only want to get their piece; they want me to help them become the next Bruno Mars or the next Rihanna or Adele. I need a place where I can get some peace; I need a place where I can go grocery shopping without people caring about who I am. I want to make my art and live in peace, is that too much to ask? - I said sighing. - I completely understand how you feel and I know the pressure it must be much worse for you. -he agreed and gave you a sympathetic smile. You smile back at him and then laugh a little bit when you saw that he had some sauce on his face near his chin. You lick your thumb and proceeded to clean the stain. You took him by surprise but he didn't move at all when you touched him. He looked at you and you would swear that he was being shy. -Sorry for that, you had sauce on your face.- I explained - Oh, thank you. - he said nervously and you could see now that he was a little embarrassed. - You're welcome. - You replied and smile. You decided to continue the conversation with a more cheerful topic and asked him to continue talking about the rest of his family. So he did, he told you all about his nephews and niece. After lunch, you made your way to the set. It was impressive. In there, you saw a few stuntmen practising fights and was really exciting. You got to set lots of props and armours and even got the chance to learn a few moves from the stuntmen. One the stuntmen, a guy in his late twenties, blonde, green eyes, very good looking, came up to you and compliment you on your work; he had seen all your movies, buy your album and even went to three of your concerts. You were having a nice chat with the guy when his coordinator asked him to help him with something and as he was leaving, you almost could swear that you saw Henry sigh in a sign of relieve. "Probably doesn't like that guy," you thought. It was almost 7 pm and you were about to leave but you asked Henry for a selfie. He didn't know, but that was a big deal for you. For months, you hadn't taken any selfies or pictures except the ones from the meet and greets, due to your body image issues. But this time you didn't care about that, you wanted a picture to remember that day and the person who made it possible. He smiled at you and said "sure" and stood close enough that you could feel the heath of his chest on your back. Here we go, electricity down your body once again. You took the picture, and for your surprise, you love it, not just because of him, but you also looked pretty, you thought and smile. You send the picture to Henry like he asked you and then he took you to the hotel. Once there, he got out of the car and opened the passenger door for you. You got out, gave him two kisses in the cheek and thank him for the amazing day. He smiled and told you that he hoped to see you again soon, then he waved and got into his car and waited for you to enter the hotel and then left.