#on the one hand it's nice that tien is protective over yamcha now when it just used to be chiaotzu | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sakichi56 · 5 years

Text

Poll I guess?

Okay, so, I wasn't originally going to do this, but then I realized this is the easiest way to do this. So here I am. After I finish my dumb little AU series for them on AO3, I am still planning to write more for them because they have so little and I feel horrible for all of y'all who ship them. I have a whole comp book full of ideas for the pairing and I am going to list a hand full of them that I have the most outline work done, and I would like anyone who is interested to tell me which ones you would like to see (if any) and specifically which one I should write first.

1.Omegaverse- Just a dumb little oneshot about Frieza being an omega who likes to mask his scent with that of an alpha because he wants people to think he is one, and Goku is totally cool with it. Vegeta is suspicious and decides to do some investigating into what Frieza really is.

2.Soulmate AU- Specifically the one about not being able to see color until you meet/touch your soulmate. Frieza never believed in or cared for the idea of soulmate, until he saw color for the first time during a fated battle with a certain Saiyan on a planet called Namek.

3."Zombie Flipper AU"- Frieza lives on Earth with his family. Cold is a politician, Cooler is the district chief prosecutor, and Frieza is in the business of flipping houses. But his latest project happens to be a bit tougher than he bargained for when he finds out that the property in question happens to be plagued by a terrible local gang, not to mention the people livijg in the home arent too open to talking with him. All except for the youngest member of the family, and boy is he something.

4.Highschool Au- Actually don't know which of the two ideas I want to go with for this one, so I guess I will just list both and let you guys vote on that too. The first is that Frieza is used to going to Private school all his life, but when the highschool he is slated to go to ends up being closed down, he gets thrown last minute into a public school and finds himself completely lost. Luckily, he happens to share gym class with a very friendly and helpful boy named Goku, who offers to show him the ropes, and the two hit it off. In this one, Frieza wouldn't necessarily be meek, but he would be a bit more shy than in canon. The other idea is just that Frieza is your typical snotty rich kid with high grades, student council president, head of disciplinary committee, etc. And he choose to go to a public school because he is bored with private schools. Goku is your friendly guy with awful grades (minus gym), shows up a bit late regularly, but all his teachers love him. When he gets in trouble and is sent to see Frieza, he shows no signs of fear or remorse, and is instead very chatty. Frieza is both infuriated by this brat not knowing his place and showing him the proper respect and fear he deserves, but also very intrigued because he is so different. So, he decides the boy's punishment will be to join the student council, that way he would be required to behave better, hoping this will give them more time together to learn and study one another.

5.Actor Au- Basically, everything that happened between all the characters in canon, it was all a show. Frieza and Goku are just actors playing their roles. And Frieza is ecstatic to be working with the man once again. He always had a crush on him, but he never worked up the courage to say anything back when they were recording Z, nor did he when they were filming his movie. So, with Super nearing it's end, Frieza decides he will finally confess his feelings to Goku and see what happens, since he has no idea if they will ever get to work together again.

6.New God Of U.7- Just a short oneshot about what could happen if Beerus either decides to retire and has Goku and Frieza compete for his position, or if something happens to him and Whis has to make a hasty decision to fill the position and it comes down to them. Goku would end up getting the job, and Frieza, having been brought up all his life to fear the God Of Destruction and be respectful to them, has a hard time knowing where they stand with eachother now. So he defaults to forced, reluctant politeness and submission. Which Goku does not like at all.

7.Idol AU- Just what it sounds like. The good guys are an idol group, and the villains are an idol group. With Goku and Frieza leading them respectively. The two groups end up competing for the right to perform at the World Musical Arts Convention, the two groups end up being forced closer than they ever thought possible by unforseen circumstances.

8.Servant AU- When Frieza has a fight with his father over an arranged marriage, he runs off in a rebellious huff and bumps into a servant around his age who begins talking with him. He is in a foul mood and considers killing the other boy, but something about the Broly soothes him, so he ends up taking a liking to the other male and tells him about the fight he had with his father. The two become something akin to friends, but only when they are alone, as his father would kill the other boy if he knew. Frieza appoints the Saiyan as his own personal servant and swiftly moves him into his wing of the palace, meaning they are closer and can get to know each other better. All goes well for the two, until King Cold springs a meeting with the Frieza's betrothed princess on him.

9. Kindergarten AU- What it sounds like, everyone is a child, Beerus and Whis are the teachers, there are cliques such as Goku, Krillen, Yamcha and Bulma, who are sometimes joined by Tien and Chiaotzu. 17 and 18, the twins who always stick together in their own world, but have recently been approached by Krillen. Piccolo is a loner, until the transfer student Gohan worms his way into his life. Vegeta is also a lone wolf, but he has a somewhat friendly, somewhat hateful friendship with Goku, and he and Bulma are quite sweet on each other. Then there are the trouble makers, Frieza and Cell. They are sometimes accompanied by Buu, as the child is quite chaotic, but not always since he is also fairly nice and he doesn't entirely fit in with them. Frieza has a crush on Goku, as he admires how the other boy stands up to him and is always called in by his friends to protect them from Cell or even Frieza himself. But, as they are both so young, Frieza does not know how to show the other how he feels, so he picks on him instead.

10.Chapter fic- I have an entire fic outlined from beginning to end, and have had it for a few months now. It's basically one of rhose dumb 'what if Goku brought an unconscious, cut in half Frieza back to Earth with him' story. Bulma ends up fixing him up instead and he has to undergo a lot of physical therapy and recovery to get used to the robotic limbs. Bulma and Goku keep him in check (as Goku spends the year at C.C. with Bulma and the tyrant) and along the way they all forge a friendship, even though Frieza would never admit it. Frieza is given the option by Goku of staying or leaving, as Bulma will build him a ship if that is what he wants. But before the year is up, the two have shown him such a good time, especially the Saiyan, that he does not know which option to choose. While he deliberates on the choice, trouble approaches the Earth.

So those are a handful of what I have, I still have a ton of other ideas, but those are the ones I have the most prepared for at this time. So yeah, please let me know what you all think. If you want me to try any of these, and if so which one should be first, or even if you think I should scrap any entirely from my book.

Much appreciated, and sorry for wasting anyone's time!~♡

#friku #fanfiction #time for you guys to vote i guess

32 notes · View notes

blueshipstealstars · 5 years

Note

i want headcanons with u and tien

Oh honey

this is a mistake LIKE BIG TIME CAUSE BOOOOOOI

I have a lot. Like dumb amount

ANYWAY-

So I’ll hit some random ones since you just wanna hear some,

Couple Type Things (aka what i assume you wanna hear)

It’s weirdly got a lot of training involved, which seems not very romantic

But honestly spending hours together in comfortable silence while growing stronger together is actually grand

Tien isn’t the most forthcoming about more romantic situations but he means well

Aka he is easily thrown off his game and an easy teasing target for Dakota, but he grows used to her habits over the years and gets comfortable with it

He will at times subtly show off his skills, he doesn’t out right say “watch this” but he knows when she is watching and takes some pride in how she can’t seem to stop watching him

Very sensible and thoughtful, even when he clearly prefers a very minimal living off the land sort of style but doesn’t mind Dakota’s more tech heavy side of living

Though he doesn’t get a lot of what she does, he doesn’t mind when she has to spend hours busy at work

Shy about PDA, tbh they both are. But at times hands can find their way to rest around waists or spend a few too many seconds giving a loving gaze at the other

Pretty protective of each other will are both quick to make sure the other is ok and defend them if needed

Dakota really admires Tien’s morals and dedication to his martial arts training

It can be noted that Tien does own a small selection of scarves made by Dakota but they both agree they don’t work with his looks and it’s the thought that counts then having to display the gifts to the world at all times

Dakota is very fond of when Tien holds her face in his hands, they’re large warm and calloused and it feels nice against the softness of her own skin

Dakota loves to watch his matches more than partake in her own sometimes, there’s such a fascination in watching him fight

Relationship Development

It’s one of those late bloomer relationships. Known each other since way back into the end of the original series but didn’t really become friends until after he and the others were wished back after the Namek saga

Dakota was around more after this point, like pretty involved in trying to help end the Android issue in anyway she could

With a background in science due to working for capsule corp since her parents passed and also having trained off screen with Yamcha and Krillin due to her request (aka she bullied them into helping her learn more or less) she had some kick to her (nothing sizable but could use ki blasts and fly which is a lot in terms of ladies in this series)

But yeah after all the shit with cell she sort of quietly requests Tien help her train because after all this she isn’t strong enough and could be stronger. Not saiyan strong but at least more than where she was currently.

CUE 7+ years of training, friendship, relationship bonding which is sort of kept subtle until the end of the Z series

They both appear together in the Buu saga as well with notable concern for each other especially on Tien’s part which you learn after Buu is defeated that it’s because Dakota is in fact pregnant with Taki who is born later that year

It’s in super when it’s 100% confirmed on the table they’re a thing due to various obvious factors:

Taki for one

Dakota now living at Tien’s Dojo with him and Chiaotzu

Endless subtle flirtatious moments between them that makes you roll your eyes

Also duo/team moves/attacks they clearly took time to plan and practice like a couple of losers

ANYWAY THAT’S ALREADY A LOT HJKDGHKDHGF-

#i like him a lot ok #answered asks #si:db #tinseltina #ship: knitted ki sparks

7 notes · View notes

the-ash0 · 5 years

Text

surviving paradise ch 23- for science

Hi there. Can I get your attention for one moment? Yes, I know we don't really talk. I know you’re here to listen to the ravings of my mentally unbalanced house-guest. That’s fine. As much as I am aware that people usually refer to me as a narcissistic know-it-all, that is highly over exaggerated. I mean, I love myself; how could I not? I’m Bulma Briefs. The most intelligent and beautiful creature on the planet. And, now that I’ve seen a bit of space, quite possibly in the galaxy. That said, I have quite the problem on my hands here.

That problem is scowling down at me right now. Yes, Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans. All two. Damn, that has to sting, right? Well, he does seem angry enough. Despite my best efforts to mollify him. And I’ve certainly tried. Why just today, I let him train -lightly- without complaint, fed him a meal fit for kings (and their extended families), and skilfully convinced him to take a relaxing shower to top it off.

Now I’ve invited him to our nice, cozy living room to overview my findings. I’m even setting a good example: made myself comfortable on the living room couch with my notes spread out on the low table in front of me. None of it seems to make a difference though. The man is as high-strung as ever. I’m beginning to think that I am somehow offensive to him. In the spirit of another peace offering, I smile and push my notes out. "I have most of the data I need to help you out right here."

The tells are there is you know what to look for. That half-baring of teeth before he snaps his jaws together. The twitch as he just barely stops his hands from balling into fists. Just my voice is apparently enough to dispel any wholesome effects today might have had; all tension is back in full force.

"Hn," Vegeta crosses his arms, straightens up as he stares down at the papers. "What do you mean, 'most'?"

Oh yes; I am definitely part of the problem. Or at least, me being nice to him is. But he’s making an effort as well, I now realise and nearly snort in amusement. I have been walking on eggshells with him, giving him everything he could need before he even asks for it. It seemed safest, with the hair trigger he has. Now it seems he’s doing the same with me. How absurd. Absurd, but convenient.

I click my tongue then pick up a paper and hold it up, a little to the side, in a silent invitation for him to join me on the couch and read along with me. "Well, I talked to Goku. Talked to Krillin also, and got some very insightful statements from Gohan here…”

He snatches the paper from me instead, and I blink in surprise. Can he read our language? I was pretty sure he could not, before. The way that he scans the sheet and then quickly becomes confused suggests he had thought he could, but is failing. Of course he is; it’s my handwriting, which is more messy than a doctor’s prescription. But his reaction could not be faked.

Oh, the sneaky bastard. I’m not sure how or when he picked it up, but this explains a lot about our GR mishap. I’ve been blaming myself, figuring I must have turned off the safeties by mistake, but him purposefully messing with my system makes a lot more sense. Just learning this nugget of information would have made this whole exercise worth my while, but I’m digging for a bit more.

Ah, you thought I was just helping out? I am! Yet to be any help, I need information. I am a scientist, after all. The more I know about him, the better I’ll do. And yes, I like knowledge in and of itself; I want as much of it as I can get. And this is the perfect opportunity to milk him for all I can.

When he gives up on my handwriting, eyes returning to me in silent question, I continue. “I really could use your take on things, mostly on Saiyan culture and the myth around the Super Saiyan. I'm afraid Goku had absolutely no clues there, so I'm drawing blanks on that front."

I don't miss the way he crumples the paper in his hand at my best friend's name, but he seems to find some measure of satisfaction in my words. "It figures that idiot is useless." With a flippant air, he discards the paper and makes a spinning motion with his now free hand to prompt me on. "Tell me what you've learned, woman."

Disguising what would have been my teeth grinding I smile once more. He thinks he can push me around? Hell no! But it would not do to lose my temper in the midst of researching his. We’re working two fronts here, you see. Yes, I mean to get answers for my questions, but the most important thing is his emotional response. I’ve moved into undefined territory now and I’m going to do a little research into what triggers my houseguest. What sets him off. Between Goku's return and his request for help, I feel safe enough to try and find out.

"Okay." Carefully now, I first promise good things to come. "Well, Goku’s transformation was tied to Krillin's death, and I have two possible theories as to why exactly.” Then butter him up a little more, blinking my eyes alluringly for better effect. “But I need your input before I can make any conclusions—” Now, finally, my own set of demands. Just one little push to see what happens. “—I have some questions for you to answer.”

He huffs. “Fine, what would you like to ask?”

I cannot help that bubble of annoyance. Control freak! He demands, but apparently I make requests. Who does he think he’s talking to? Regardless, I remain pleasant. At least he agrees to listen. "Well, I'd like to know about Saiyan friendships and family. Did you guys form strong bonds with your teammates? Like family?"

This is important, you see. And not just or my Super Saiyan research. I thought I had Vegeta’s needs covered well enough. I thought I’d had him... well...not reformed, obviously, but at least neutralized. I gave the guy a place to sleep, food, and a way to get his anger out. It had worked, or so I thought. On the average day you’d hardly know he lives here. Has been living here for close to a year now. Yes, it took a little planning to stay ahead of his demands. Yet the way he gets so confused and flustered when I show up with what he just realized he needed is so amusing I can hardly consider it a task.

An easy job that I thought I had well under control. I know how reforming works; I have a long list of enemies-turned-friends to prove this: Tien, Yamcha, Piccolo... to name a few. All former bad guys that have become assets to our team, just by having a chance to change. To that end I've been nice, understanding, and yes...patient.

How did Vegeta repay me? That's right. He went and blew himself up.

It turns out that when you leave a confused Saiyan Prince to his own devices, he will turn his anger in on himself. Who knew? Guess there is still a little something missing, and my money is on companionship. The best way to drive a man insane is isolate him, after all. And this guy seems pretty lonely to me.

He blinks a few times and frowns at me like I’ve grown an extra head before finally returning to his all-favourite scowl. "Tch!" he huffs, as if offended by the question, and turns his gaze off to the side. "We were warriors. We didn't need or want family, they would only hold us back."

It is my turn to be confused, because that just does not compute. Humans and Saiyans are close genetically, and us humans? We’re all about friends and family. I mean, I checked us against Nameks and we genetically have more in common with a banana; despite this, Nameks still live in villages and form ties like we do. But Saiyans? We're very close. Keep this under wraps: it’s about a 99.3 % match.

How do I know this? Saiyans like to bleed. Goku does. Vegeta’s practically addicted to it. Cleaning up after themselves is not their thing... I’m good with scraping up samples and putting them under a microscope. Yeah, fuck consent. I know. I’m a bad, bad girl. But I did it for science. “So... no ties to teammates or family. None at all?”

I get another scowl for my trouble before he starts into a weak laugh. “Did you miss the part where I murdered Nappa, my last unit member?” His laugh picks up in an alarming way when he makes a few gestures depicting Nappa’s last moments in this realm. My face must have shown disgust, because with one last look at me he throws his head back roaring, then suddenly stops. “No.”

So, I think he’s full of shit. Mammals are mammals, and there’s one thing we have in common: we care for each other. Specifically our young. Families must have happened. What, do you think a baby Saiyan is so strong it won't die out alone in the wild? Take a look at how much food they need to survive. Goku had his grandfather to help him as a babe, and I’m sure his appetite kept the old man busy enough. Also, Earth, I’m reasonably sure, is one of the most fertile planets around. Besides, like I said, we’re genetically almost identical. Saiyans cared for their young at some point. It's what mammals do.

“So you never knew your parents? Or what, they didn't stay in touch? How does that even work?”

"I am a Prince. My father was the King. Everybody knew who he was. But we were bred in gestation chambers. What does any of that have to do with becoming a Super Saiyan?"

My pleasant expression slips, but I cannot help it. "Super Saiyan is an emotional response. There should be a way to unlock it by finding the right triggers. The strongest triggers humans have are related to family, and protecting one's family..." It was such an elegant theory. We all know the story of the mother cat that will fight a pack of dogs to protect her young. Would it not make perfect sense that such a transformation would be linked to protecting your own for Saiyans as well? But with Vegeta’s input, I admit the chances for my first and favourite theory are looking slim right now, and I’m very, very disappointed. "So... no other Saiyans knew their parents?”

"If they did they never talked about them, or at least not to me." He rolls his shoulders dismissively, answering a little too lightly.

I tap my finger on the table. There's more here, but I can sense we are reaching a limit to his patience. Perhaps I should simply move on to theory number two.

“...except for Raditz,” he continues.

“What?”

It's so odd for him to offer information willingly like this that I am caught off guard. Apparently, so is Vegeta. His statement is not connected with any positive mood changes though. After a restless fidget, he balls his fists and starts to pace. “Raditz talked about his old man a lot. But he doesn't count.”

Raditz. He was the one that came looking for his brother, for Goku. That trip must have taken him months, if not years. This does not sound like something a man who did not care about his family would do. And, whatever the reason, Vegeta kept tabs on him to the point that he found out right away when he died. “Why doesn’t he count?”

Something changes in the air. I think I can actually see his ki, and my papers start to flutter. “Because he was fucking weak. And fucking crazy.”

Ok. I think this is as far as I want to test the waters. I don't want my head blown off, so I agree. “You're right. He doesn't matter.”

The lie placates him enough for my papers to still, and he vigorously nods his head. He’s right about one thing though: Goku’s brother seemed totally unhinged. But then, Vegeta seemed pretty off his rocker to me as well. And Nappa? That big guy? I’m kind of glad he’s dead, sorry. Total maniac. I wonder why Raditz was supposedly worse.

I’ll put my first theory on ice for now though, and move on to number two. It will suit my needs better anyway. “Then it’s got to be a sudden spike of anger.”

“No.”

No? Now he’s just insulting me. But I breathe in, and try for reason. He was on the verge of losing it just a moment ago, and although I might want to test his temper, I do not need him to break my fragile neck. “Gohan and I discussed this at length. Goku was having a great time, until Frieza killed you. Then he completely lost it when Krillin was killed. It’s obvious that—”

"The half-breed brat can’t understand." His temper is still there, thinly veiled behind large gestures. "If anger was the trigger, I would have achieved that form as a child!"

Don't you dare insult Gohan! Seriously, he’s the only mature Saiyan in existence, between your drama and Goku’s complete lack of responsibility. Poor kid. So smart and talented. I wouldn’t mind having a kid like that myself, but I'm more of a career girl. I’m in love with science.

Once more, I bite down on my words. Vegeta is upset enough as it is, and I’d hate for him have a little melt down and revert to his old ways, especially when I am within arms reach. “I didn't say it was anger, per se. Goku described it as something breaking. So, I’d say you have to go from being happy to extremely angry very quickly.”

"That's it? You're a genius and all you can come up with is 'getting really pissed off? Some genius! I'm pissed off RIGHT NOW and I'm not transforming!"

“You are focusing on the end product and not the method. Goku is usually very laid back and happy. If you were to relax first, like he does, and then—”

"Kakarot is a feeble minded IDIOT who has betrayed his heritage!" Vegeta’s temper and ki flare, and the Prince of Saiyans loses his control. For a moment, I think he will end me. Then his first crashes through my hardwood table. Notes and wood chips scatter; I am lucky not to be hit, because I didn't even have time to turn my head. "Do not compare him to me!"

Damn. Guess that was pushing too hard. Lucky for me, the cavalry arrives in the form of my mother. Perhaps I should have warned her earlier. But as usual, my good old mother knew something was up and was prepared. She prances in with her trademark clueless expression, and sometimes I wonder if she’s fooling anyone. The sputtering nightmare in front of me seems to fall for it though.

Mom puts her one free hand to her face, the other laden with a tray of meat-buns. "Oh my. Did that old table finally give up the ghost? I knew I should have had it replaced sooner. Anyone care to try my new recipe?"

Vegeta rounds on her, teeth bared. For a moment I fear that I am going to make my father a widower, but when he does a double take upon seeing the remains of the table, I breathe a sigh of relief. He takes a deliberate whiff, grabs three of the buns, and perches on the couch armrest.

He’s on his third bite before I realise he’s distracting himself, frowning down at the buns. He’s not an idiot; not like Goku. I’d have been dead if he’d made up his mind to kill me, but he knows that would not be beneficial. That temper of his is a problem, but at least he was willing to take the out my mother provided.

I give him some time to compose himself, and when he finally speaks around a last mouthful of meat bun, I cannot help but smile. "You'd better have something else to suggest, woman."

My grin grows, because I know I’ve already won. "I’ve given you two options. There’s only two areas where Goku can beat you hands down: friends, and relaxing. Which do you suggest trying?"

He stops chewing for a moment, one eyelid twitches as he sideeyes me. He thinks it's a trap. In some ways, perhaps it is. When he sighs, resigned, my heart crows victory. “Don't worry,”I assure him, “I am an expert in relaxing.”

#surviving paradise #vegebul #bulma #vegeta #fanfic

6 notes · View notes

magicalgirlmascot · 7 years

Note

24 with............ broly/raditz ;)

“Oh my God, you’re in love with them!”

Yamcha plopped down on the bench next to Raditz and leaned back against the table. “So what’s eating you?”

Raditz glared at him. “Nothing.”

“Dude, you’re bouncing your leg hard enough to set off a Richter scale. You only do that when something’s bothering you. So what’s up? Maybe I can help.” Yamcha grinned at him. Something in Raditz’s gut clenched. It had been years since he’d first arrived on Earth, since he kidnapped his nephew and tried to eradicate all life on the planet. In that time, he’d tried to prove he was worthy of everything Kakarott had done for him. He’d fought monsters that far outstripped him in power, he’d died trying to set things right. (He came back, but he’d still died.) But that wasn’t enough for him. He didn’t deserve the friendliness offered to him by Kakarott’s friends, by his nephew.

By Broly, of all people.

“It’s nothing,” he said, “don’t worry your pretty head over it.”

Yamcha glared at him. “Look, I’m trying to be nice here. You’ve gotta talk about your feelings and shit with somebody and it may as well be me. You really want to hash your feelings out with Goku? Or worse, Vegeta? How about Piccolo, or Tien, or one of the other emotionally repressed assholes we keep hanging out with?” Raditz grimaced. None of those sounded appealing. Yamcha slugged him in the arm. “Come on, you can talk to me. I promise not to laugh.”

Raditz glanced across the park to where Broly was receiving meditation lessons from Piccolo. Ever since he’d crashed on Earth, he’d been making the same efforts as Raditz. Honestly, Raditz understood. There was something about Earth that made you want to protect it, even though it was as backwoods as planets got and probably wouldn’t even join the intergalactic community for a few more decades at best. It was quaint. And apparently, even the Legendary Super Saiyan himself wasn’t immune to its qualities.

That, at least, made him feel a little better.

“It’s like this,” he said, carefully choosing his words. “Now that Broly’s here, I feel like I should…I don’t know, try to be closer to him, I think? He’s one of only four remaining full-blooded Saiyans. And really…of all of us, I’m the oldest left. I’m the only one who remembers some of our traditions and stuff. Vegeta knows because Nappa made us learn, but he doesn’t care, and getting Kakarott to sit still long enough to learn anything takes either a miracle or six tons of rock.” Yamcha snorted. “But Broly–I don’t know. I just want to talk to him, I think. But he’s avoiding me because I look like Kakarott, and it bothers me. I’m not really sure why.”

Yamcha patted his shoulder sympathetically. “I’m sure Broly will warm up to you, Raditz. Hell, if Chi-Chi can, so can he.” He laughed and Raditz scowled. “Look, just go over and say hi, okay? It’s not hard. Maybe ask if you can join in the meditation lessons.”

Raditz bared his teeth. “I hate meditation.” Most Saiyans hated sitting still by nature. Their blood called for action, for violence–meditation wasn’t something they generally put much stock in. The only reason Broly was agreeing to it was in an attempt to calm and control his insane power. “Besides, Piccolo still doesn’t like me.”

“Piccolo doesn’t like anyone except Gohan; I wouldn’t take it personally.” Raditz snorted. “Go on, it’ll be fun! Well, okay, not fun, but it’ll be a start, anyway.”

Reluctantly, Raditz pulled himself to his feet. “If this goes badly, I’m blaming you.”

“Sure, whatever.” Yamcha waved him off. “Knock ‘em dead. Actually wait, no, don’t do that.”

“Too late,” Raditz called over his shoulder, sauntering towards Broly and Piccolo.

Broly looked up when Raditz approached and Piccolo immediately slapped his knee. “Concentrate, dammit,” he muttered.

“Raditz is here,” Broly said quietly, pointing.

Piccolo cracked an eye open and glared. “What?”

Raditz folded his arms. “I want to join in. That a problem?”

Broly perked up and turned to Piccolo. “Can he?”

Piccolo eyed Raditz, then sighed and closed his eye again. “Fine. So long as you’re quiet.”

Broly was becoming a problem.

Or, well, it wasn’t Broly himself that was the problem, if Raditz was being honest, but if there was one thing Raditz was good at it was not being honest with himself. He’d succeeded with his original plan of talking to Broly, getting a little closer to him, finding out more about him. And Broly was actually a really interesting guy. He was a lot quieter than Raditz expected when he wasn’t a screaming rage monster. He listened when Raditz talked–really listened, not just pretend-listening so Raditz would go away faster, or pity-listening. He seemed genuinely interested in Raditz and what he had to say.

And he was cute. Raditz wasn’t going to deny that. Broly was downright cute when he wasn’t the Legendary Super Saiyan, and having seen his other form Raditz could safely say that even as the Legendary Super Saiyan he was still hot as hell. He hated shirts in the same way that Raditz hated long pants, refusing to wear them unless strictly necessary.

The thing was that there was a sadness to him, a distance in his eyes, even when he was paying close attention to what was happening. Raditz could recognise it as the look of someone afraid of getting attached because they’re used to having what they want ripped from them without warning. He could empathize with it.

Broly laughed at Raditz’s jokes. Raditz prided himself on his awful, awful puns, sometimes getting into a pun-off with Yamcha to the dismay of everyone around them. And Broly laughed at every single one.

No, Broly himself wasn’t the problem. The problem was that Broly was perfect.

“Oh my God,” Yamcha said when Raditz told him all of this. “You’re in love with him.”

Raditz wrinkled his nose. “I am not.”

“You are!” Yamcha laughed and Raditz scowled. “Holy shit, you are totally in love with him! That’s…that’s fucking hilarious oh my God.”

“When you’re done laughing at my expense,” Raditz snapped, “I’m not in love with Broly. It’s just that he’s fucking perfect and it’s making me feel even more inferior than usual, jackass. Thanks for wrecking my day.”

“Okay, first of all.” Yamcha sat up straight, totally serious. “Broly is not perfect. I mean yeah he’s got the Legendary thing going for him, which is cool I guess, but the guy can barely talk without running away, he’s literally freeloading at the Lookout until further notice because Goku begged Piccolo and Dende to let him, and he is the clumsiest person I’ve ever seen. Seriously, just yesterday I watched him bump into a china cabinet of Mrs. Briefs’s and almost cry about it. That kid’s got issues, Raditz. He’s not perfect.”

Raditz hesitated. None of that sounded all that bad to him.

“Secondly,” Yamcha continued, “you should ask him out.”

Raditz looked flatly at him. “Absolutely not.”

“Oh, come on! It’d be fun!” Yamcha leaned in conspiratorially. “I bet he’s a real monster in bed, you know.”

He could feel his face turning red. “That’s not–no, I’m–look, you don’t get it. Even if I wanted to ask him out, which I don’t, he’s so much stronger than me.” Yamcha raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t mean much to you, but for Saiyans strength is everything. There’s too big a gap between us. And his father was decently high-ranking, or at least higher than my parents. So there’s that. I can’t ask him out. Not that I want to,” he added hastily. “It’s just…annoying, that he’s so great, that’s all.”

The smirk Yamcha gave him told him he wasn’t convinced. “Okay, sure. Whatever you say.” He stood up from the table and stretched. “Well, I guess I’m heading out. Say hi to Goku and Chi-Chi for me.”

“Raditz!”

Raditz pulled his blanket over his head. It was too early to be dealing with his sister-in-law’s yelling.

“Raditz, march your keister down here right this minute, bucko!”

He groaned and sat up, blinking blearily at the clock on the wall. It was definitely too early for this. He didn’t bother getting dressed, deciding that Chi-Chi could deal with his star-printed boxers and worn-thin t-shirt as punishment for waking him so early. He dragged himself down the stairs, rubbing groggily at his face.

“Whatever you want better be important,” he started as he walked into the living room. What he saw immediately woke him up the rest of the way.

Broly stood in the middle of the living room, hands awkwardly at his sides. He perked up when Raditz made eye contact. Chi-Chi stood in front of him, glaring between Broly and Radiz. “He said he’s here to see you,” she said curtly. “Whatever it is, you two are settling this outside, and away from the house, you hear? If you’re going to get into fights I want you to leave my house out of it.”

“Oh, I’m not here to fight, ma’am,” Broly reassured her.

Chi-Chi seemed to relax at being addressed as ‘ma’am.’ “Well, take it outside anyway. Raditz, you can come have breakfast when you’re done.” She shooed them out of the house and shut the door behind her.

Raditz turned to Broly. “What the hell are you doing here?” Broly looked down and scratched his nose instead of replying. “Uh, Base 633 to Broly, you there?” He waved a hand in front of Broly’s face.

“Do you really think all those nice things about me?” Broly blurted.

Raditz blinked, then realisation dawned. “Y-you–have you been talking with Yamcha?”

Broly looked up at him with a smile, timid but wide. “Maybe.”

“I’m gonna kill him.” Raditz ran a hand through his hair and stalked around in a circle. “I’m gonna kill him and his stupid cat.”

“Don’t,” Broly said, putting a hand on Raditz’s arm. Raditz almost flinched away, but held his ground. “If he hadn’t said anything I might not have known my feelings were returned.”

Wait.

“F-feelings?” he stammered. “You have–what kind of feelings?”

Broly stepped towards him and his smile brightened when Raditz didn’t move back. “Raditz, son of Bardock and Gine, would it be alright if I started courting you?”

A million thoughts and feelings flashed through Raditz’s mind at once–this was wrong, they were of completely different levels, they couldn’t be together, he didn’t like Broly like that, but yes he did, and who cared, they were on Earth now, they could play by Earth’s rules–before he nodded. “I think I’d like that.”

Broly’s smile was as perfect as the rest of him. “Courting starts now,” he murmured, and then his lips were on Raditz’s in a kiss Raditz hadn’t realised he’d been waiting for.

#ask ed #dbz #dragon ball z #brorad #writing #fanfiction #strong as a saibaman #legendary cinnamon roll

107 notes · View notes