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Twst as K-Pop Groups!
Rated E, for EVERYONE!
A short film exploring a Twisted Wonderland Idol AU!
Featuring: All the dorms + Che'nya and a Neige mention
Beware! This film contains: really bad kpop group names, smoking mention, otherwise I think it's fine
Heartslaybul
Group name: LVBZ (Luver Boyz), I wanted to lean into the heart theme for that classic boygroup feel
Fandom name: Rozes, for obvious reasons
While Riddle is the obvious answer for leader, Trey is the right answer. Responsible older brother Trey is probably deeply underappreciated in the group. I feel like he’s probably been in a group that disbanded early before, (cough, Che’nya, Trey, Riddle group anyone?) and has a bit of a tired vibe. He writes a good handful of the songs since he plays the guitar, but he’s actually not crazy about pop. They definitely share a dorm and Trey made a chore chart for them.
Riddle is definitely taking the position of vocalist and center, he’s probably really strict about his training and exercise, he was a trainee for a loooong time and after his last group he’s kinda nervous. His mom used to be a very popular vocalist, but you’ll never catch him with nepo baby claims because he’s so intense. Besides LVBZ Riddle also does some modeling on the side and will probably end up in a drama of some kind.
Cater is absolutely giving “has so many predebut photos” energy. From vlives, to vlogs, cooking videos, asmr videos, tiktoks, instagram posts, Cater is all over their social media like crazy. He’s got a pretty good public image, always interacting with fans, the only thing is- he's a chronic content farmer, it's like so bad guys. At least his aegyo is actually cute? He’s the face and probably a sub vocalist of some kind, but definitely writes the lot of their songs. Seems like the type who has a very good image but chainsmokes/vapes on the side.
RAPPER DEUCE. Okay normal again. But he totally fits the rapper vibes, I can’t stress how well it fits. Has the most embarrassing predebut photos known to man, lots of him with badly dyed hair and he probably had a bullying scandal really early into his career. Extremely awkward aegyo, fans love him cus he comes off as cute but very genuine, fan favorite.
At this point I’ve put all the basketball boys as dancers but can you blame me? Ace reeks of high energy dancer who kinda sucks ass at singing. He tries really, but just let him be the main dancer and a sub rapper! Ace and Deuce used to go to the same highschool predebut and did not get along. Don't leave this guy alone with fans, not because he's going to do anything criminal- he's just gonna say some dumb shit. Spill a secret, be generally kinda dickish- just. Don't do it, fanservice is not Ace’s strong suit
Their discography is kinda all over the place but I feel like that’s the Heartslaybul vibe? I tried to keep it light and sort of… classic boy group vibes. I'm not really into light concept boy groups so this was difficult for me. (I wrote this before I listened to zb1’s debut. They are zb1)
Debut song: Kitsch by IVE
Other tracks: In Bloom by Zb1; Very Nice by Seventeen; Attention by New Jeans; Sour Grapes by Lesserafim; Blue Flame by Lesserafim; Best Friend Ever by NCT Dream
Solo releases: One and Only by Gowon of Loona (Riddle); Anti-romantic by TXT (Trey)
Savanaclaw
Group name: BxB (Boy X Beast), I swear I wasn’t trying to copy TXT that hard
Fandom name: BOB (Be Our Best), because fans “make them their best”. It’s so bad but this is intentional
Leona is the leader but honestly he doesn’t do much to corral anyone. He’s definitely been in a couple groups that have done very poorly and can’t stop getting compared to his more successful brother- a recently retired soloist. Worse, he gets tons of “he’s a lazy dancer” and “nepo baby” comments from fans. He’s a bit jaded, and for good reason. He’s not much of a dancer, moreso acting as the visual and vocalist in his group and chances are he’s done an acting gig or two. Leona does a lot of low energy vlives, it's like him eating fried chicken in the dark while barely talking on camera. Refuses to do any cutesy fanservice, ask him to look hot? Done and done. Aegyo? Ask Ruggie.
Ruggie is the face of the group, everyone on the planet has seen him busking before and during his trainee period, not to mention he’s funny, fans love him. He’s also carrying the rapper position, and often gets center, but he and Leona are honestly neck and neck in that area. Ruggie's pretty good aegyo but he literally always laughs afterwards. So many memes of the dumb faces he makes while laughing.
Jack iiiis the dancer, so many first years were subjected to dancer and rapper sorry guys. He’s tried to write songs but only a couple have really panned out- the others are encouraging though! Obviously maknae, endless jokes about being GIANT despite being the youngest. Somehow he seems to take this the most serious despite being the newest to this?
Their sound is very classically masculine, as is Savanaclaw’s vibe. If they barked in the song I legally had to add it
Debut song: Clap by Seventeen
Other Tracks: Superbowl by SKZ; Wonderland by ATEEZ; Wolfgang by SKZ (sorry it was too funny not to); (Grrr 총량의 법칙) BEWARE by SKZ; My Pace by SKZ; Boxer by SKZ; Bouncy by ATEEZ
Solo releases: None
Octavinelle
Group name: TYDE (“Take Your Dreams Everywhere”), I went the EXiD route with this one, it was a little too funny not to
Fandom name: Tied, because TYDE is tied to them
Oh my god. Despite being my favorite dorm, Octavinelle gave me a fuckin hell of a time to put together, I just did not have a clear vision for them at all. I’m going with Azul, even though I considered leader Jade for a little bit, simply because I think Azul is the kind of leader who designs a bunch of merch for the fans- a la the VIXX thong. He’s rocking with the visual, center, and vocalist position. He comes off as a very smooth and self assured leader, but let’s be honest he’s the only one in the group who’s having a panic attack before award shows. I think he probably had a really hard time as a trainee and can’t let that go just yet.
Jade doesn’t get any kind of strong spot in the lineup somehow, despite there only being three members, he definitely ends up a bit in the background. But Jade doesn’t mind! He honestly doesn’t care much for the spotlight and is mostly here because Azul and Floyd are. He writes all the songs for their group, no arguments.
So we all know Floyd is the dancer, guy canonically loves dancing, but he’s also going to steal the rapper position. This is because rappers are always the weird ones in the group, and by god is Floyd the weird one. He always gets styled extremely strangely, I mean every time he steps on stage he ends up in a new “worst outfits in kpop” list. Floyd ends up being the face because he’s such a standout, not to mention the fact he keeps… showing up with other groups. Is there a vlive happening? Somehow Floyd interrupts. Another group practicing? Not without Floyd they’re not. He’s even managed to be in the background of several MVs (think OOH-AHH Chan). Floyd seems to just know everyone everywhere.
Holy hell okay their music gave me a hard time too. Octavinelle is so solidified as jazz in my head that trying to think of anything else for them gave me an aneurysm.I struggled so much that yeah I’m breaking and adding one or two japanese songs, sorry guys
Debut Song: Mafia In The Morning by Itzy
Other Tracks: Dice by Nmixx; First by Everglow (tell me Azul wouldn’t tear up those vocals?? Get Floyd on the chorus? Screaming); Play with Fire by Camellia (covered by ツバサ【歌の部屋】 if you need to hear a human sing it); Black Suit by Super Junior
Solo releases: ViViD by Heejin of Loona (Azul); Villain by Stella Jang (Azul)
Scarabia
Group name: Wysper (Honestly not happy with either of the names but I can’t think of anything better)
Fandom name: Wishes
Okay they’re complex because. Uh. Jamil is basically doing everything. He’s the most talented dancer, rapper, vocalist; it’s just that Kalim is the face. Aaaand the center. Despite being a trainee for a way shorter amount of time, despite not being as skilled as Jamil, Kalim took first place in the competitive show they both participated in. Very bitter. Jamil tries to keep it on the down-low but their relationship is definitely suffering from favoritism.
Kalim has probably been a star for a very long time, I’m talking child star levels of fame and already had a fan base by the time he and Jamil debuted. He’s got amazing charisma and stage presence, not to mention Kalim is taking first place as the aegyo king. However, the nepo baby allegations are through the ROOF, seeing as his family straight up owns the company he and Jamil debuted under. That’s not to say he doesn’t try! He works hard, but it’s not going to save him, especially when he’s getting a billion offers from modeling companies and fashion brands, when Jamil isn’t.
I can’t describe what their sound is exactly? I feel like it’s somewhere close to reggaeton with a bit of bollywood/southeast asia
Debut song: You cannot tell me Paint The Town by Loona is not THE Wysper song. It’s literally so perfect I was angry I didn’t think of it earlier. Kalim on the light verses, Jamil on the chorus? Insane.
Other tracks: Icky by Kard; Charmer by SKZ; Cake by Kard; Ring the Alarm by Kard; Tinnitus by TXT; SHOOT! by Itzy; Red Moon by Kard
Solo releases: Singing in the Rain by JinSoul of Loona (Kalim)
Pomefiore
Group name: FoE (Fruit of Evil), I wanted to lean into the lip/biting themes for them and pick something that felt suitably sexy
Fandom name: Bites
Vil has to be the leader obviously, but he’s also the face, visual and vocalist- let’s be real he’s the most favored of the group and everyone knows it. He was definitely an actor before this, he probably ended up in the group because of an elimination show that he won and then got the privilege of picking all his other members. He for sure has some solo releases, brand deals, modeling gigs- Vil is the it boy of their generation, the kind of idol everyone knows. Definitely a massive one-sided rivalry with Neige, because Neige was probably in a NCT Dream type group as a kid, then went solo when he got older and became incredibly successful. Vil is endlessly jealous.
Rook was probably a runner up in the same show as Vil and fully admitted to being a massive fan while on the show. He’s the best dancer in the group, probably the center, and writes the majority of the songs cus I know this weird fucker likes poetry. Rook is guy who’s a fan before he’s an idol, definitely has a room full of merchandise, people have caught him buying albums of his favorite group
Epel is the maknae, obviously, and was probably previously a background dancer. Vil saw him and picked him up by the scruff of his neck. He’s definitely the only real rapper of the group and can dance pretty well, but this is not the kind of group he wanted to be in. Epel was probably hoping for a concept a bit more like BxB but we don’t all get what we wish for
I listened to Nude while making this and it changed my entire vibe for their group. They’re just (g)-idle. If the music makes you wanna worship a woman it belongs to FoE.
Debut song: Love Dive by IVE
Other Tracks: Nude by (g)-idle; Oh my God by (g)-idle; Villain Dies by (g)-idle; Snapping by Chung Ha; Do Not Touch by Misamo of Twice; Cry For Me by Twice
Solo releases: Vengeance by Bibi (Vil)
Ignihyde
What group
It’s just Idia
He’s probably a producer or sumthing let’s be so real guys. Ortho is his sound set up.
I’ll still give examples of what I think his tracks sound like tho. Lots of dubstep and generally electronic sounds cus… come on guys, it’s too perfect.
Tracks: Illusion by Aespa; Miroh by SKZ; Freeze by SKZ; Hold On Tight by Aespa
Diasomnia
Group name: Som.nia (Nia), I wanted to lean into the sleepy/dream feeling
Fandom name: Niacs, insomnia/insomniac you get it okay
“Malleus is leader!” you cry, and you are wrong, because Lilia literally has to be leader. He is the objectively the best (and funniest) option, Malleus does not have the backbone to be leader yet. Lilia has been around the block a billion times; he’s been a vkei idol, he’s been a model, he’s probably been a wrestler let’s be real he’s the Sakura of twst fr. He writes most of the songs for the group, but is definitely trying to get the others to improve their songwriting skills. While Lilia gets a lot of offers, he turns them down. If I’m honest, he’s probably going to quit being an idol after
Malleus is definitely taking the vocalist position, no question. He’s also probably taking the “least popular member of the group” position. Poor guy is seriously awkward on camera and has a chronic case of resting scary face. He takes center pretty frequently, half as an attempt to get him some more recognition- it’s not great cus he’s kinda a stiff dancer. He was fairly popular pre-debut for his extremely strange energy
Call me insane, but dancer Silver! He’s very physically capable, it’s just… you’ll catch him sleeping every time he’s not practicing. Definitely has insane muscle memory, he could do all his choreography with his eyes closed. He’s also an occasional vocalist, he’s got a nice soft voice. Sebek is always getting on him for “being lazy” but Silver usually just tells him to screw off.
Sebek gets rapper because he’s sooooo good at projecting and enunciating aggressively. It’s all the Malleus worship. I think he was a trainee at the same time as Malleus and was utterly obsessed with him, fan favorite for being So Weird All The Time.
I’ll be so real, if the song made me feel gorgeous it went on the list. They kinda reek of 3rd gen Kpop? This is definitely Lilia’s fault. But I’m so here for it the nostalgia go CRAAAZY. Also they are VIXX thanks.
Debut Song: Butterfly by Loona
Other Tracks: Bite Me by Enhyphen; Chained Up by VIXX, Shangri-La by VIXX; Blood, Sweat and Tears by BTS (are you kidding me this addition is so good I’m genuinely LOSING IT); Scentist by VIXX; Fever by Enhyphen; Sugar Rush Ride by Enhyphen; Inception by ATEEZ
Solo releases: Egoist by Olivia Hye of Loona (Silver)
Honorable mentions (these are a bit shorter)
First year gang
Group name: F1rst
Fandom name: Zer0, because they come before first
Jack gets to be leader! He’s responsible, if a bit nervous, takes the vocalist position here.
Epel gets visual in this case, though he still does a fair amount of rap.
Deuce is the best with fans and gets to be center, he’s a pretty good all-rounder here.
Ace is still the best dancer in the group and literally will never stop gloating.
Sebek gets to be the rapper and takes the face position because he’s So Weird All The Time
I think they are literally just Stray Kids tbh, my favoritism is showing but I don’t even care
Debut Song: Break All the Rules by Cravity
Other Tracks: Super board by SKZ; Thunderous by SKZ; S-Class by SKZ; Domino by SKZ; TOPLINE by SKZ; God’s Menu by SKZ
Pop music club
Group name: Jump Up! I wanted to pick something really cheery and high energy
Fandom name: Highs
Kalim is leader here again, he’s just got that energy! He also gets to be the rapper
Cater swipes the vocalist position, finally gets a chance to shine fr
Old man Lilia somehow bags the dancer position and is no question the face
They're peppy, poppy, a classic girl group type noise.
Debut song: Hi High by Loona was truly too perfect
Other tracks: Hula Hoop by Loona; Air Force One by Odd Eye Circle of ARTMS
Floyd + Che’nya + Ruggie
Group name: THEE (can be said like “thee” or “tee-hee”)
Fandom name: Teenies
Ruggie is the leader and lead dancer for this one!
Seeing as Floyd has had dancer ripped from his hands by Ruggie, he’s going to fully take over rap
And Che’nya gets to be vocalist, I like to believe he’s got some pipes on him
Literally just silly vibes
Debut song: Cheese by SKZ
Other Tracks: Taller Than You by Mamamoo; Maniac by SKZ; Circus by SKZ; Don’t Tease Me by Speed
Lilia + Malleus + Vil + Rook
Group name: Nu Moon
Fandom name: Starlights, yeah I stole it from VIXX, sue me
Malleus, king of goth, gets to lead this group- it’s a very good starter group to lead, considering he’s got a lot of experienced members
Lilia is quite obviously producing every single song for this group, that’s mostly what he’s here to do, so he also takes up the mantle of dancer
Vil is once again the visual and the face, but he’s giving up the vocalist position
Shock of shocks, Rook gets to be the vocalist here! Because he doesn’t get to shine much in FoE
They are literally dreamcatcher.
Debut song: BEcause by Dreamcatcher
Other tracks: Piri by Dreamcatcher; Odd Eye by Dreamcatcher; Boca by Dreamcatcher; Scream by Dreamcatcher
That's the end of today's showing, as always, thank you for coming.
Did anyone ask for this? uhhhh no. But it made me very happy so whatever. Legitimately Octavinelle gave me so much trouble I changed their tracklist like four times. I was tempted to make Diasomnia Dreamcatcher as well, but I didn't want to erase Silver's lo-fi soft boy vibes.
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My most favourite English movies (non-animated) so far...
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Why I like each of these movies.
The Great Gatsby: I love the Roaring 20s setting, and due to the themes of materialism and "what could have been" tragedy. The book was great as well, one of the best literature books written in my opinion. It was also great seeing Leo and Tobey together in one film. This helped me a lot in terms of writing Neon Nostrade as a character because I reference Daisy from the Great Gatsby a lot.
The Godfather trilogy: Probably the movie that started all the mafia movies. I like the story of Michael Corleone's rise and downfall. It inspired me whenever I want to write Kuraneon fanfics, I also made it the point of reference because Kuraneon fics centres around the mafia.
The Devil Wears Prada: This was so relateable to me when I was still working as a corporate girlie. The fast-paced work, the anxiety and the struggles of having a horrible boss hits close to home. It was also inspiring and helped me cope while working in such a demanding job (I resigned recently). Of course, the fashion industry in this movie made it more interesting.
Inception: I will never forget how mind-blown I was in this movie. I don't usually like Sci-fi movies, but this was really good. Dreams vs Reality themes often fascinate me, so Inception was a treat for me.
Fight Club: When I first watched this movie, I was weirded out (but in a good way). I have not seen a plot quite like this before. This movie grew on me actually, and it was the first movie I watched with my significant other. He also liked the themes in the movie. I have to stop here because I am breaking the first two rules of fight club.
The Silence of the Lambs: I am a sucker for dark murder mystery movies and psychological horror. This hits the nail for me, and I like the dynamic between Clarice and Hannibal. I actually read the book Hannibal because I was curious how it would turn out.
The Dark Knight: I have to thank Nolan for this one. When it first came out, I was still a kid who didn't quite understand Batman or his popularity. As I grew up, I was beginning to like The Dark Knight (2008) and that is actually what got me interested in Batman. He’s now my favourite comic book superhero.
The Wolf of Wall Street: Martin Scorsese is actually my favourite director at the moment. I have seen several of his movies and I often see a pattern of a theme of greed, corruption, moral decay and downfall. I often like these kind of movies (probably why I like The Great Gatsby and mafia movies). I am also excited for his upcoming movie this year “Killers of the Flower Moon”. When I first watched The Wolf of Wall Street, I was shocked by the whole R-ratedness of the movie. It did not hold back. It was chaotic and excessive, which represented the movie really well. But I definitely liked the themes again, and while it does feature moral corruption and greed, it also hits me the reality that it is expensive to be poor.
Black Swan: I started liking this film when I was still a teen, but it made me interested in psychological horror. Given that I had watched Barbie Swan Lake as a kid and took up ballet, this was definitely an interesting twist in Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake. I could also relate to the difficult tag between “The Madonna and the Whore” duality that people tries so hard to balance, and also the dedication and search for perfectionism (and its dangers).
Compiling all of these, I think there is a pattern in what type of movies that I like. I am open to movie suggestions.
#the great gatsby#the godfather#the devil wears prada#inception#fight club#the silence of the lambs#the dark knight#the wolf of wall street#black swan
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went down to get some norbond (repair glue) at work today and on my coworker in Young Adult's cataloging cart there was. a young adult novel by cs pacat. already falling apart at the spine of course because the state of bookbinding today is abysmal and is the reason i go through ezbind So Fast just trying to preemptively reinforce every single thing that comes across my desk but ANYWAY. like. i have got to find out how mellowed down this novel is compared to her usual fare. like. some YA novels contain some racy bits for sure but i dont think the general pacat content could possibly be distilled into teen-friendly material and retain literally any of its x-ratedness. like. almost interested in finding out what a non-horny book by this woman would be like but also im sure i wouldnt enjoy it as much. like that would just be. a book. which is fine and i'm sure it's not bad! but i dont read pacat to read a book. i read her to read A...Book.....
#fascinating#almost felt like leaving a sticky note for coworker tho on the fucked up page. you know how when a book sees too much use#then the endpieces come apart and you can see the cloth backing there that is *supposed* to hold the signatures together?#(not that most mass market hardbacks have signatures anymore; they're all perfect-bound which is the misnomer of the industry)#that was happening on a brand new book. and by god the cloth was thin too. it was like . twelve little stupid strings just hanging there#they're all like that now#it's not quite as striking until you happen to be repairing a fair amount of older books#and then you realize that even ten fifteen years ago the backing was sturdier. there are more books with true signatures#and those older books might get beat up and tossed around and they dont look new anymore#but they dont rip apart in the dropoff bin nearly as fast as the books that are three years old#the repair i was doing this morning? year and a half. the glue just popped right out and took the whole endpiece with it#stupid as hell. makes me feel like mo from inkheart every time i do repairs
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💐, 🔥, ❤️🩹 for Tmnt!
This is for Rise, just to clarify. It's my favourite version and the one I think about the most
💐Comfort character
Donnie Donnie Donnie!!!! OMG I love him so much. He's my favourite colour, my favourite species of turtle, and according to one of the writers he’s on the spectrum, so my attachment to him deepens bc I feel similarities in how we operate.
Also I love seeing a character being loved and supported by his family despite his flaws💖
🔥Character you think is overrated
None. These characters are beautifully written and fun and deserve their ratedness, or in a few rare cases are underrated
❤️🩹Character who deserved better
S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N absolutely. Brutally and unceremoniously killed by The Shredder, no mention or sight of him in the movie, no indication of how Donnie felt about his death.
My best guess is Donnie couldn’t fix him, and couldn’t bring himself to make a new model. So in true Donnie fashion he bottled up his true feelings and just never spoke about S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N again, and the others were tactful enough to follow along.
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Addison has been wearing her new berry (or cherry?) lipstick again, and it looks very good on her.
No, scratch that, it looks freaking amazing on her, and Meredith has been staring at the redhead's lips on and off again for the entire evening.
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refrigerator humming, chewing gum and instant karma by locks
refrigerator humming, chewing gum and instant karma by locks
rating: E
pairings: Jungkook/Taehyung
status: complete
word count: 61,449
summary: Taehyung sets the flowers down on the dining table, plucking the card off the little holder. "Dearest Taehyung, just wanted you to know that I'm thinking about you. I hope you're thinking about me too. Love--" he pauses and squints before cocking an eyebrow and pursing his lips. "Hyung, why is the boss of your little boy band gang professing his love for me?"
Yoongi drops the noodles on the floor with a loud curse as he burns his hand.
Or, Taehyung's been trying his hardest to avoid Yoongi's criminal life for a long ass time, but a cute kid and his infuriating father keep pulling him deeper into the mix.
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This is How to Fall in Love With Me! (Pt. 1)
Rated E, for EVERYONE!
A short film detailing how our cast acts when they're in love with you, with a little confession at the end!
Featuring: Riddle Rosehearts, Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, and you, dear viewer
Beware! This film contains: fluff mostly, most of these are probably ooc because I haven't even played ch 1 of twst, accidental Cater favoritism?, tiny bit of angst in Cater’s, a miniscule bit of spice in Trey’s
Riddle Rosehearts
To call Riddle inexperienced in matters of the heart would be a serious understatement
Riddle's only experience with romance would be crushes on portraits in textbooks, cus Lord knows he hardly interacted with others his age
So when Riddle gets feelings for you, he's not even sure what's happening
It starts small, he finds himself flustered at little things you do for no reason
He's more lenient with you, always finding a little excuse as to why you didn't have to follow this particular rule
He helps you study, parts extra close attention, and actually feels bad if he scolds you too harshly
Riddle doesn't even notice until Ace complains, loudly, and ruins everything for you
After that, Riddle swings in the opposite direction- hard
His expectations for you become harsh, nearly impossible, and his gentle scolds become downright brutal
Riddle becomes stricter with you than anyone else in Heartslaybul
He feels guilty for being so hard on you, of course, but he has a reputation to maintain!
It takes Trey sitting him down and having a nice long chat with him before Riddle actually realize how he feels
Congrats Riddle, you're officially the last person to figure it out
In terms of confessions, I think Riddle is very traditional; he doesn't know a lot about romance, and assumes the classic way is the best way
Riddle would ask you to meet him somewhere romantic after classes and apologize for the way he's been treating you
But then he brings out the roses and chocolate (definitely not made by Trey)
He's very nervous, but tries to stay straightforward and clear
Even though he's a flustered mess
The woods behind campus could be beautiful at the right time of day- just a week or so ago Riddle had taken you out here to study. How things changed so soon; you hardly had time to recall such memories with all of the reprimand you've been receiving. Riddle had gone from roses to thorns so quickly, and you just couldn't place why, but the turn stung.
Of course you're angry, you'd been led on and rejected in less than three full weeks, it was enough to make one- well, mad as a hatter. When Riddle had summoned you out to woods at sunset for a "private matter", you nearly ghosted him. What had he done to earn your time and attention as of late? But, even angry, the truth rang clear; you were weak for Riddle and you still wanted to give him a chance. Part of you hoped Riddle would take it all back, and things would return to the way they were.
So you showed up- late, because you were still hurt, and that felt like a tiny revenge. By the time you arrived at the requested spot, Riddle was leaned back against a tree, a pensive expression over his soft features and an obscenely large bouquet of roses in guys arms.
When you get close enough, Riddle visibly perks up, a fine twitch in his lips hinting at a smile. "You… you're late."
You're unimpressed, crossing your arms with a displeased look. "You're lucky I showed up at all."
Riddle wilts the smallest bit and you catch a flicker of guilt in the stormy blue of his eyes as he lowers his head. "I know I've been harsh towards you recently, I'm very sorry." The plastic surrounding the roses crinkles as he tightens his grip. "I was overemotional, and immature and I vow on the Queen's name to change my behavior, so I will never hurt you again."
Riddle looks up from the grass to your face; he's biting his lip, waiting for a response. You don't give him one, only gesturing for him to go on.
"But," he swallowed hard, going red and sweaty in the cheeks as he held the bouquet out to you, "I feel quite deeply for you, and I hope my recent poor behavior doesn't stop you from at least thinking about reciprocating my feelings?" Riddle looks so red you're worried he'll catch fire.
You're petty, but you're not a moron. Being lenient, then harsh, now a confession? You can connect the dots.
You've been silent for too long now, it's making him nervous, and Riddle starts to back peddle. "I'm, I'm sorry," he starts pulling his bouquet of roses back towards his chest, "you're upset with me, I realize now that the timing is poor, please forget-"
"Let's go on a date." You quickly catch his hands, watching Riddle flinch lightly. "This weekend."
Now it was Riddle's turn to stare, to swallow hard and nod. "Yes… let's."
You carefully maneuver the ridiculously enormous bouquet from his arms into yours. He'd clearly picked the very best from Heartslaybul garden, some of the blooms rivaled your face in size and the menagerie was a struggle to hold with one arm.
“Now get those chocolates out of your blazer pocket,” you held your palm out to Riddle expectantly, “They’re going to melt like that.”
He’s still dumbfounded, gawking like a moron before he finally snapped to it and dug the box out of his inner breast pocket, placing it in your awaiting hand with an apprehensive look. “I- I had Trey make them, since I’ve never made chocolate, and I wanted them to be good… But I picked out the box, tied the ribbon and picked the roses myself.” You nearly chuckle at his fragile display of pride.
The box is small, a red-velvet color topped with an ivory ribbon that had been knotted so many times over it resembled the bloom of a rose. You pulled on the ribbon’s tail, watching the bow slip loose and give you access to the box. “Yeah, I know. I saw you do all that.” You popped a chocolate into your mouth. “I figured out you were gonna confess days ago.”
“You what?” At this rate, Riddle’s head might explode.
“Well first I saw you pacing in the garden and picking the biggest roses you could find, then when I saw you trimming the thorns in the kitchen,” you swallow your chocolate before you continue, “and Trey making chocolate, which he never does, I caught on. I was mad at you so I didn’t say anything.”
Riddle brushed his hair back with a flabbergasted look, this was much more of an ordeal than he’d expected. “Oh-kay, then do you also…?”
“Yeah.” You close the box of chocolates, and tuck it into the ribbon holding the bouquet together. “Obviously I like you too.”
Trey Clover
I don't think he's inexperienced, per say, just a bit disinterested
He's never had much time to pursue the crushes he's had, and he's always been acutely aware that a relationship at young age is likely to end quickly anyway
Trey's been too busy taking care of his siblings and helping out with the bakery to think about anything else
Trey got a lotta nerve telling off Riddle for not recognizing his feelings -_-
Dealing with Trey is a bit like pulling teeth (pun intended)
At first, Trey is going to baby you.
Reminding you brush your teeth, do your homework, wake up on time- it's like having a parent
Not sexy Trey :/
His first instinct is to just take care of people he cares for, and you're going to have to smack him out of it
Once he stops treating you like his little siblings, things are much better
He's flirty in a subtle, might-just-be-friendly way
I don't think Trey would like a traditional confession
It's much more likely you two are gettin' a lil touchy when you're hanging out and somehow things turn into Trey kissing you
That's when he confesses.
Is it particularly romantic? No
But I think Trey believes the best relationships come from the strongest of friendships
You and Trey were closer than close, it was probably annoying to everyone else. All the touching, the teasing, the lingering glances; tension was clearly heavy.
On this particular occasion, Trey was working his way through a large batch of chocolate croissants and had asked you for help, though you wouldn't describe your role as "helpful". Perhaps entertaining, or maybe distracting.
By now, Trey should be done piping the chocolate into his pastries, but he found himself a bit preoccupied with your antics; it was a full time job chasing you away from the chocolate sauce.
You were sat down on the counter, positioned on the only remaining clear space, between bags of sugar and a puddle of flour- Trey had yet to clean that up, he liked the doodles you made in the flour too much to erase them so quickly. The man himself stood beside you, less than a yard away as he hunched over a tray of croissants, pressing one end of the piping bag into the pastry and squeezing the middle to fill the pastry with chocolate.
Trey had this lovely little quirk when he’s deeply concentrated, poking his tongue between his lips. He was too focused on his piping to pay attention to you, right…? Your eyes darted between Trey and the bowl of chocolate cream, a hand slowly slithering towards the mixture. Trey wouldn’t mind if you snuck just a dollop of chocolate. Sure you'd gotten away with your crimes, you flicked your fingertip through the whipped chocolate, only to feel a pressure around your wrist a heartbeat later.
"You're worse than Ace and Deuce." Trey had set aside his piping bag to trap your wrist in his strong fingers. "You could just wait for me to finish and eat a croissant instead of the filling, you know."
You wrinkled your nose at his teasing, lunging forward to smear chocolate across his soft cheek. "That's for saying I'm worse than Tweedledum and dumber."
Quick to retaliate, Trey swiped up a fingerful of chocolate and plopped the dollop on the tip of your nose. "Stop wasting chocolate." He scolded gently.
"Says you, hypocrite." With a wide smile, you scooped the chocolate from your own nose and jabbed at Trey once more, giggling as he veered away from your attack.
Though you aimed for his nose, hoping for revenge, but with Trey's attempt to dodge, you ended up painting the corner of his mouth in chocolate.
"Ah - come on…" Trey sighed, raising a hand to touch his chocolate face paint. "You're such a handful, you know that?" He sounded tired, but he smiled anyway.
It was hard not to roll your eyes. "Oh whatever, come here and I'll clean it up." You motion for Trey to come closer, a hand resting on top of a kitchen rag.
Getting Trey to comply was far from a difficult task; he leaned in close, bracing himself on the counter beside you. Your fingertips brushed his jawline, angling his face to better give yourself access. Gently, you dabbed at the chocolate at the corner of his lips with the washcloth, the two of you so close you could smell the cinnamon toothpaste he used.
With that simple gesture of care, the air felt heavier, like a blanket of tension had settled over the both of you. No words were exchanged, these motions seemed to come to you as naturally as breathing or blinking; the two of you drawing nearer to one another on instinct. Your hands find a resting place on his shoulders and Trey’s settle upon your hips in a way that makes you feel at ease.
His lips are soft and warm, and when you pull apart can’t help but note that Trey tastes like chocolate and mint-cinnamon. You subtly swiped your tongue over your lips to catch the traces of his taste, watching as Trey did the same. A heavy silence hung over your shoulders, a weight that held you both in place.
“I’m sorry,” Trey’s voice comes out as a quiet rumble, his face a soft peachy flush as he turns away, “I didn’t ask.”
You squeeze his shoulders reassuringly, pulling Trey’s amber eyes back to you. “Hey, I didn’t either.” You point out with a good-natured chuckle.
“Would-” he cleared his throat, unhappy with the way his voice came out, pitchy and hoarse. “Would you wanna go on a date sometime?” In Trey’s head, it sounded much more romantic and less embarrassing.
The way you smiled, wide and excited, soothed his worries. “Took you long enough.”
Cater Diamond
Cater is probably fairly experienced with relationships, but I think it's more along the lines of celebrity crushes
Someone having a crush on him based on his online persona, dating for a short while, breaking up
Or it goes the other way, where he has a rabid crush on someone unattainable, then gets over it
But it's different when it comes to you
The feelings hit hard and fast, as always, and they dull down, as always
But that fiery feeling never really dies, it just gets gentler, flaring up when you do things he's fond of
Cater immediately panics and tries to avoid you when he catches on
Instead of communicating like a rational human
Good luck getting a confession outta this guy
Call him Danny Phantom cus he's about to go ghost
Cater is deeply torn about his feelings, on one hand he really likes you and wants to open up to you
On the other, he’s afraid you’ve grown close with Cay-cay and not Cater Diamond, and he’s scared that if he opens up, you’ll decide you’re not interested
Basically, you’re gonna have to chase him down and corner him
“Sorry, I have to study with Trey today, ttyl? #onthatgrind #grindset” Monday.
Tuesday it was “I promised Lilia and Kalim I’d practice extra with them after class, how about Thursday? I pinky swear we’ll chill then!”
During lunches he avoided eye contact, scarcely responded to conversation, and paid attention to anyone but you. By the time Thursday rolled around, Cater came up with a new excuse- he was too tired, or something similarly weak.
You gave up any attempts by the weekend, too busy and too naive to do anything but send a text, which was coldly left on “read”. When the Monday after turned, you gave it a second try, but found Cater impossible to reach. In classes you shared he stayed silent, and left quicker than a blink; during lunch he disappeared, eating in some secondary location he hadn’t deigned to share with his so-called “best friend”.
That day you made a silent vow; should Cater keep this act up for the rest of the week, you’d simply have to track him down by force. If you were to be honest, Cater’s newfound coldness was disheartening to say the least- just a couple days before you’d been closer than ever! Now you couldn’t even hold a conversation long enough to know what you’d done to offend him.
Cater successfully kept up his silent streak for another full week, it was a struggle to stay optimistic in the face of his rejection, part of you just wanted to give up; if Cater didn’t want to be friends anymore, then so be it.
The library seemed like a proper place to be morose during your lunch period, and if you were so desperate for companionship, you supposed a local painting would make for entertaining enough conversation. You wandered about the library aisles in search of a comfortable spot to wallow in, pausing when you saw a particularly gloomy corner; perfect.
Of course, you expected your misery nook to be devoid of life, perhaps another student you hadn’t yet met who had come to commiserate. Who could expect your shock when you rounded the corner and-
“Cater?” The eye contact shared between you was nothing less than awkward, both frozen in your places.
Cater was leaned up against the wall, cross-legged with his lunch tray perched on his knees and his phone in his hand, halfway through chewing when he paused to gawk at you. He swallowed slowly, lips stretching into a nervous smile- he had the odd feeling he’d been caught red-handed.
“Oh, hey…” Cater’s face creased in discomfort, his grin wobbly. “It’s been, like, forever! How are you bestie?”
His stilted words only make your scowl deepen. “What do you think?”
The silence fell once more as Cater cast his gaze to his tray. He tucked his phone into his pocket and slowly got to his feet, food in hand. “Well… Cay-Cay’s gotta run, but we should talk soon-”
When Cater attempts to slither past you, you side step to block his path with a stern refusal. “No.”
Again, Cater awkwardly shuffles to the side, avoiding even looking at you. “But I really should-”
“Run away from me again?” The tension is heightening now, you’ve had quite enough of his flaking and now that you’ve got your prey cornered, you’re not about to let him go. “You gonna make up another lame excuse just so you can get away from me?”
A nervous habit, his hand snakes up to the back of his neck and threads his fingers into the ginger hair on the nape of his neck. “I know it sounds super sus, but I swear we’ll totes hang out soon I’m just-”
“Really busy right now?” You finish his cookie cutter explanation for him and a guilty look passes over Cater’s features. It’s infuriating, it’s painful; salt in the wound and sand in your eyes. “At least tell me what I did wrong.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong!” He’s quick to blurt it out, but his words fall on deafened ears. “I swear.”
“Then why won’t you talk to me?” You watch the way Cater opens and closes his mouth, green eyes trained on the floor in shame, his performance has earned him a scoff. “I’m getting tired of you lying to me.”
That’s enough of this, there are other places on campus to eat alone. You turn on your heel to leave, expecting to receive no resistance from Cater, on account of his treatment of you; but instead, his hand locks around your wrist.
“Wait!” Cater’s well manicured nails bite into your skin, then ease up. “Please wait, I’m sorry.”
For some reason, your shoes are rooted to the dusty navy carpet, throat swelled shut with tears; but you don’t tug your hand away from his grip, even when Cater paces a bit closer and lays his head against your shoulder.
“I really suck.” This tone is one you have yet to hear from him, muffled in your blazer.
The admission of guilt grants you your voice, at least enough to make a snarky response. “Have to agree.”
You feel the warmth of your body against his back, wondering if it’s for you or for him. Cater’s voice sounds thick and wet, choked out around bottled up feelings. “I really like you.” The words hang in the air like a spell, rendering you speechless. “I feel dizzy when you laugh or smile, I think it’s cute when you look like a mess, I tell you things I don’t tell anyone else.”
His tropical gum breath trembles against your neck, and the softness of his hand slowly retracts and drops your wrist. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about another person.” You think he doesn’t sound quite like Cater anymore, and then you think he sounds more like himself than he ever has. “It’s a stupid reason, but I’m crazy scared that if I let you in, you won’t like what you see.”
Then he lets out a dry laugh. “I guess I already screwed that up.” Cater’s warmth left your body as he stepped away.
You’re at a loss for a moment, apparently a moment too long because Cater claps his hands together to break the silence. When you look back at him, he’s smiling like he always is. “Well! Sorry I was a tooootal drag there, but that convo was like, super healing!”
“Cater.” If you let him go now, you’ll never get a chance to talk to Cater about his confession again- he’s hardly letting you talk about it now. “I like you too.”
More quiet falls over you as Cater’s carefully constructed personality seems to crumble; his lips tremble, his eyes water. Cater opens his mouth to say something, but he can’t seem to force noise from his lips. You’re not sure you understand what’s happening in his head, but you’d like to, you want to be there for him. The least you can offer in this moment is comfort, warm as you wrap your arms around Cater, desperate to get him to concede to a hug. You squeeze tightly, a promise that you’re not going to leave, a request for him to let you stay.
Finally, Cater manages to choke up one frail word from his tight chest. “Really?”
As always, thank you for coming, readers! I think Cater’s ended up so long because uhm. We are very similar people. Writing for him was almost cathartic.
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The Final Price (Chapter 7)
Chapter Summary: Vegeta’s gone, and Bulma is finding it impossible to cope with his death. In the midst of her sorrow, she finds hope when she begins to have strange dreams about him, and she realizes that there just might be a way to bring him back.
Entry for the @tpthvegebulmayhem, Week 4 (Part 1 of 4).
Prompt: The Glass Slipper
Chapter Warnings: Rated E - Profane language; Triggers: Mentions of depression and suicide; Torture; Slight sexual content.
All Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10
Also on Ao3.
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Chapter 7: The Undying Bond
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Note: This is Part 1 of 4, for my Week 4 entry. I hope you like it!
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In her thirty years of existence, Bulma had, on several occasions, experienced what it was like to be sad.
She had gone through breakups, and she had lost friends. She had even, at one point, lost literally everything, and has had close friends and family members pass away.
Loss and death were not new to her.
However, the feelings of hopelessness, her conviction that things would never get better, the complete loss of her will to even get up every morning… those were new.
She had usually dealt with her sadness and frustrations by burying herself in her work or studies, by going out with friends or by taking short vacations.
She had tried so hard to do the same things this time around, but she just couldn’t.
She could not keep her mind on her work, making stupid mistakes because of her wandering thoughts that made her lose her concentration.
She had thrown an epic tantrum when she failed to solve a simple equation that she previously could have done with only one eye half open and both hands tied behind her back.
She had filed for an indefinite leave of absence from work, after that frankly embarrassing meltdown.
Her parents were worried, confused as to why she had suddenly become so despondent and angry.
She didn’t care.
She did not want to see anyone, did not want to talk to anybody.
Every step she took made her shake with agony.
Every bite of food felt like sand on her tongue.
She was smart enough to recognize the signs...
She had never before truly realized that there was a profound difference between being simply miserable, and being depressed.
She needed to be strong enough to fight it…
But she did not want to.
Vegeta’s death had hit her hard, like nothing she had ever experienced before.
She loathed herself, for being useless, for being unable to save him, for ultimately not being able to do anything to keep him alive.
She was so utterly lost, so unspeakably dejected, and all she wanted to do was lock herself up in her room all day and sleep.
Yet all she saw, every time she closed her eyes, were gruesome images of his last moments… the ki beam that struck his heart, his shaky final breaths, the look of pride and acceptance in his eyes right before he faded from her arms.
All these horrible memories fill the backs of her eyelids, yet she preferred sleep to wakefulness, because in slumber, she found some relief.
Perhaps, if she slept, she could dream of him. Maybe she would have a vision of him, see him as he was in the afterlife.
Oh, how she wanted to join him.
But she could not, because he had asked her to stay safe.
“Stay safe. My precious Blue Moon…”
She could not, should not, kill herself, because she could not bear to disrespect his memory, his hard work and sacrifice, by failing him at this.
“My Bulma…”
She felt the tears sting her eyes, and she tried and failed to hold them back.
It had been three weeks.
She still could not get his voice out of her head.
She could still feel his hands on her body, his kisses upon her lips.
“My Bulma…”
She could still feel how cold his skin had felt as he began to fade into nothingness, how his lips had trembled beneath hers as he fought to keep his pain to himself, even as he wasted away.
He was gone.
Her Vegeta was gone.
And to her, it truly felt as if a part of her soul had died with him, as well.
Maybe, her soul really had been ripped apart.
After all, he was her soulmate. It made perfect sense for her very spirit to cry out and scream at his demise.
It wasn’t fair.
How dare the world just ignorantly go on, when Vegeta was no longer in it.
At the moment, Bulma was staring numbly out her large bedroom windows and into the distance, her eyes hurting from the weak rays of sunlight that filtered in.
She was hunched in on herself in bed, her hair a matted disarray while her white shirt hung loosely around her frame.
Vegeta had hugged her, while she wore that shirt.
He had lain his head on her pillow as he wrapped his arms around her, an arrogant smirk on his face as he told her of how he was going to melt that shirt off her if she didn’t immediately take it off.
The pillow he had laid his head on, was the same one he had placed under her hips, using it so he can tilt her up as he thrust into her more deeply. It was the one he had slept on after their last moments of passion, one night before he fought Frieza.
She had her arms wrapped around that pillow then, refusing to part with it in spite of the stains from her endless tears.
It was all she had left of him.
She had lost his amulet when she got kidnapped, and she never even managed to take a fucking picture with him.
A stained pillow case was all she had left.
It was so utterly unfair.
A soft knock came on her door, pulling her slightly from her lonely thoughts, and she looked on morosely as the knob turned.
Her mother’s small blond head peeked in, her normally jovial eyes brimming with concern while her small mouth was turned down in a sad frown.
“Bulma, baby? May I come in?”
Bulma nodded, and Panchy walked in slowly, feet hesitantly padding across the floor.
She sat down on the edge of the large bed, while Bulma squinted at her, waiting for her to speak.
Panchy took a deep breath, before she resolutely turned to Bulma.
“Baby, you know I love you, right?” she said softly, reaching forward to stroke Bulma’s thin hand that was clutching tightly at her pillow.
Bulma nodded.
Panchy stared at her, and Bulma watched helplessly as small tears began leaking out of Panchy’s eyes.
“You’re my little girl. And I love you. So, won’t you tell me what’s wrong?” the blond said, scooting closer to Bulma.
She started speaking again. “That morning, when those three men brought you here… you were unconscious and so pale.”
Bulma didn’t remember all the things that had happened after Vegeta had faded from her arms, but she did remember her screams that seemed to go on for hours, until darkness finally overtook her… and the next thing she knew, she was back at home.
“When I asked them where the fourth man was,” Panchy continued, “they didn’t say anything. And you… you never spoke to me either, Bulma.”
Panchy began sobbing as she looked at Bulma, watched her pale blue eyes look back at her blankly. “I want to help you, Bulma. Like you helped me when I was sick. I can feel… I can feel that your heart is sick too, but I don’t know why. Please baby, let me help you.”
Bulma drew her brows together, not even realizing that the tears had started flowing from her eyes, as well.
“Mom,” she said softly. “No one… no one can help me. It’s over.”
“No! Don’t say that, Bulma!” Panchy exclaimed, lunging at her and pulling her into her arms.
Panchy began to weep, soft, feminine sobs that broke Bulma’s heart just a little bit more, and before she knew it, she had clung to her mother, bawling desperately into her chest as she heard her own voice begin to cry out.
“He’s gone mom! He’s gone! Vegeta’s gone!” Bulma kept wailing, pounding the mattress with her fists as the very words made her body ache physically.
“Oh Bulma, do you mean he left, or-”
“He’s dead!” Bulma screamed, and she realized then that it was the very first time that she had dared say the words out loud.
She had never had the courage to acknowledge his loss out loud, in a fool’s hope that if she didn’t say it, maybe it could stop being true...
“He’s dead! And I – I couldn’t do anything, mom! I just sat there. He’s gone!” she cried, slumping into her mother, seeking comfort from her mother’s loving hold.
But Bulma was trying to fool herself. She knew that her mother’s calming touch would never be enough.
She could only ever find her peace from a thick pair of powerful arms that would never hold her, ever again.
“Oh baby, I’m – I’m so sorry!” Panchy whispered into her hair as she rained kisses on Bulma’s head.
Her mother spoke to her as she cried, and Bulma heard her mother trying desperately to hush her, to soften the flow of her tears.
“I knew… I knew there was something there… but I never realized that he meant so much to you! I wondered why a random team of soldiers had gone to rescue you when you got kidnapped,” Panchy said softly. “Oh Bulma, I am so sorry. I am so, so sorry.”
“I miss him, mom. I need him. I don’t know how I could go on,” she sobbed, as she felt her mother push her down, gently lowering her so that she was laying flat on her bed.
Panchy sniffed as she pulled blankets around her, tucking her in before she lay beside Bulma as well, hugging her tight as they cried together.
“Bulma, I am sure that it hurts. But you have to try to move on. He… he would have wanted you to be happy, don’t you think?”
She nodded, sniffling loudly. “He… he gave his life for me. He refused to save himself because he wanted me to… to stay safe.”
Bulma peered up at her mother. “He… he called me, my Bulma. Do you… do you think he loved me, mom? Because I love him... I love him so much.”
Panchy burst into tears once again, pulling Bulma tight, laying her head close to her chest like she used to do when Bulma had been little, and upset over little things.
“Yes baby. I’m sure he did. It is impossible not to love you, my sweet little girl.”
Bulma sobbed against her mother until she was exhausted, and Panchy just patiently held her, offering her silent support as she soothed her motherly hands across Bulma’s back.
It took a long time, but Bulma finally felt the stirrings of sleep begin to wash over her, and before she knew it, she was lost in slumber, away from the aches of the waking world, and into the sweet nothingness of the darkness of unconsciousness.
Yet… it was not darkness that greeted Bulma as she succumbed to sleep.
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She could still feel the dampness of her sweat as it dried slowly on her body.
She snuggled closer to Vegeta, laying her head close to his hard chest. She knew that the abnormal heat of his body should have been uncomfortable, but to her, it was like being in the gentle clouds of heaven, where nothing could harm her, and nothing could hurt her. It was just the two of them, nestled in each other’s arms, luxuriating in the warmth of their hearts.
A small feather fell onto her nose, cutting off her tender musings. She tried to flick it off with her breaths, blowing out her mouth so that the air would push it off her face.
Vegeta had ripped one of her pillows apart while in the throes of passion. She absolutely did not mind.
She felt his chuckle as it rumbled across his chest, before she heard the soft snickers leave his lips.
She watched him lift a hand, and he quickly plucked the offending feather from her before he lowered his head to drop a small kiss on the tip of her nose.
“I am sorry for the pillow,” he said with a totally non-apologetic smirk. “I can fix it.”
“Nah, it’s alright. Leave it for now,” she grinned back. She reached a hand up to trace the contours of his chest with the tips of her fingers, peeking up at him through her lashes. “I rather like the reminder that I was just so good in bed that you had to rip something up. It’s so… feral.”
She laughed as she watched him blush at her teasing.
She expected him to get back at her with an arrogant rebuttal, but the hand that he placed on her cheek, along with the soft look that entered his normally-stern eyes, threw her for a loop.
“I will admit this much, Bulma,” he whispered, as if a part of him was hesitant to say the words. “Being with you tonight was… different.”
“Different in a good way?” she asked, breathless at his solemn confession.
He nodded. “I have never… It has never been this way before. I nearly lost control.”
“Maybe it has just been too long?” she asked, hoping that it wasn’t for that reason.
It had been so incredible for her, as well.
He shook his head, and she nearly sighed in relief.
“No, it is not that… you are my most incredible experience,” he admitted.
She flushed happily, beaming brightly up at him. “That’s great Vegeta, because… it was amazing for me, too.”
He smiled back.”Don’t let it get to your head, woman.”
She laughed, huffing jokingly as she answered. “Excuse me? You’re the one with the huge head!”
“Oh, is that how it is going to be?” he growled, a playful smirk on his face as he turned, pouncing on her, hands crawling up and down her sides, making her squirm before her laughter began to ring around her bedroom.
“No! No tickling!” she yelled, trying in vain to push away from his hands.
He started laughing as well, tickling her sides more vigorously. “I got you now, and I am not letting go!”
8-8-8-8-8
She opened her eyes slowly as she woke, already feeling the tears welling up behind her lids.
She smiled bitterly as she recalled the last vestiges of her dream, her memory of happier times with Vegeta.
“But you did let go, Vegeta. You let go…”
8-8-8-8-8
The next morning was too bright, too cheerful, and Bulma almost felt as if she wanted to vomit as she tried and failed to get up from her bed.
It was really pointless, getting up. Why should she even bother?
She was contemplating going back to sleep, when a bright flash of light suddenly appeared inside her bedroom, and she gaped as a male form with spiky, golden hair materialized before her.
A dozen flashbacks went through her mind as she screamed, tumbling carelessly from her bed as she bolted without thought towards the man who had appeared with his back to her, wearing a blue tank top and loose black pants.
“Vegeta!” she screamed, heart pounding through her ribcage as she desperately tried to move towards him…
Was he truly back?
The man turned, and the hopeful spark within her chest died as quickly as it had been lit, when she realized that the person standing before her was definitely not her dead lover.
It was Goku.
Indescribable rage filled her as he turned to look at her.
“What are you doing here?!” she roared, making him visibly recoil.
How dare he get her hopes up?
How dare he remind her of what she had lost?
“Bulma, I’m sorry,” Goku said, raising his hands up in a gesture of placation. “I just wanted to check up on you again. I didn’t think you would be awake.”
Bulma’s rage continued to simmer. “What do you mean, again?”
Goku winced. “I have been checking on you once every three days. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”
She finally untangled herself from her sheets, rising up to stand and glaring lividly at Goku.
“Look at me! Do I look alright to you, Goku?” she yelled.
She knew her anger was unwarranted, but she was unable to stem the venom that flowed through her.
Goku appeared to deflate. “No, you don’t. You don’t look alright at all. You look awful.”
She glared. “Oh well, thank you, Goku! I-”
“You look sick,” he said, brows furrowing. “You are very thin. You look like you aren’t eating.”
Bulma was taken aback as she noted Goku’s hands clenching, and she watched his face slowly morph from a look of concern to one of irritation.
“You ain’t taking care of yourself, are ya?” he accused, and Bulma cringed under the accusation in his eyes. “Bulma, why? You have to treat yourself better. You-”
“What’s the point?” she asked bitterly. “Why should I?! There’s nothing left for me here. He’s gone, so why should I even-”
“He gave his life for you!” Goku said loudly, shocking her into silence.
She gaped at him, watching his aura flare angrily around him.
“Our Prince, our leader, who we waited thirty Earth years for, gave up on a chance to reestablish the Saiyan race because he couldn’t bear to let you die. He gave up on his legacy,” Goku hissed, “because you meant more to him than me, Raditz and Nappa combined, more than the thirty years of waiting and plotting to rise and lead us again. And all you are doing in exchange for his sacrifice is letting yourself waste away. The least you can do is to respect his death by surviving.”
He turned away from her, angrily looking out her window, and she was struck by the visible similarities between Vegeta and his fellow Saiyan.
That straight and powerful stance, the strong arms and narrowed, determined eyes... Vegeta and Goku looked nothing alike, yet, standing here now, Bulma could fully appreciate the fact that these men truly were not ordinary humans, as their presence resonated with something unmistakably powerful, and she was awestruck by the display.
Goku sighed, powering down so his hair turned back to its usual dark, spiky look. He turned back to her, his face now softer and slightly contrite. “I am sorry for shouting, Bulma. But Vegeta was our Prince. Our ruler, even before his father died. The first Saiyan to ascend to Super Saiyan in a thousand ages. We all looked up to him.”
He walked towards her, taking her limp hands in his, a brotherly gesture that had Bulma near-tears as she sensed his sadness through his somber gaze.
“He… he was my idol,” Goku said, swallowing audibly. “He had been telling me that I had what it took to ascend, and I never would’a tried so hard if it weren’t for him always telling me that I could. It… it hurts to know that he is really gone.”
“It does. It really does hurt, Goku. I… I’m sorry if I’m like this… I just… I can’t handle it,” she whispered, and she felt him steering her to sit on her bed, before he himself crouched before her, rocking back on his haunches as he watched her.
“You have to try Bulma. He wouldn’t wanna see you like this. And I’m here because I want you to be safe, like he asked. So I’m gonna try to look after you, alright?” he said. “I see why Vegeta liked you. You’re a strong girl. If I remember right, back on the mountain those years ago, you were the toughest in your group. You have to be that tough girl, again.”
She smiled sadly at him. “I… I am going to try. I am going to really try, Goku.”
He smiled back. “You should.”
8-8-8-8-8
The visit from Goku shook Bulma, and she decided then that she had to at least make an effort to try to get things to go back to normal.
She knew it would be impossible, but she should at least try to attain a semblance of normalcy, if not for her, then for the people who loved her and were worried for her.
Also… for Vegeta.
Goku had been right. Vegeta wanted her to be safe, he wanted her to live her life, and she was going to try, for him.
She tried to fight back the urge to stay in bed all day. She took baths with her phone right beside her, so she can call her mother to fetch her from the bathroom if the shudders started up again, or if she felt the urge to either not get out at all or to just drown herself in the bathtub.
She asked Goku for his number – which he had to go back home for a second to retrieve from his wife, Chichi – so she can call him whenever she was feeling down.
It apparently helped, to have somebody around who could understand the pain of her loss.
Bulma opened up to Lazuli, her assistant, and the blond surprised Bulma by sharing that she, apparently, had gone through a dark period as well when her parents passed away, leaving her and her twin brother as homeless orphans.
She tried to offer some help, supplying Bulma with books that had helped her cope with her own loss, and though Bulma knew that the self-help books would not really offer her much peace of mind, she took them, grateful for the kinship that she now shared more keenly with Lazuli.
Bulma tried to look back at her memories with Vegeta more fondly, and as the weeks passed, she found herself slowly becoming more able to smile as she remembered his words and arrogant smiles.
She could remember their small conversations, his nitpicking at her messy lab and office. She smiled as she sat in her office, chewing thoughtfully at some pineapple, remembering his face as he sniffed in disdain at how lazy humans were for slicing their fruit into bite-sized bits.
There was, however, one thing that helped keep her happier, that began after she cried her eyes out after coming clean to her mother… after she finally acknowledged out loud, that Vegeta was gone.
She had begun to dream of him.
The dreams were happy dreams, full of memories of their few days together, and sometimes of random encounters that she knew had never happened, and had regarded as simple figments of her imagination.
She thought of them more as alternate universe versions of a life with Vegeta.
She had once dreamed of them flying off to South City to fight villainous androids, where one of them looked uncannily like Lazuli.
She also once dreamed of watching him talking to a group of men who stood in neat lines before a large red mountain, and she realized that two of the men looked suspiciously like Raditz and Nappa.
Just that morning, she had woken up from a dream where they had met on a distant planet, where he had terrified her as they both competed in a search for what she had, in her dream, called Dragon Balls, wish-granting orbs that resembled the enchanted ball that had brought Vegeta into her life.
She dreamed of him every night, and she knew that she was bordering now on an insane obsession, but she reasoned that, it was still better than not seeing him at all, and just letting herself die alone in her room.
At least, with the dreams, she could be with him.
At least, in her dreams, Vegeta was alive.
After she finished her snack, she shook herself free of her thoughts as she stood, moving into the large laboratory that was adjacent to her office.
She sorted through her things until she finally found her ongoing project, a power core for a deep space machine that was inspired by her dream about meeting Vegeta on a distant planet.
In the dream, she had reached the strange green planet using a sophisticated ship that could enter into a form of hyperdrive, bypassing Earth physics and running at speeds faster than the speed of light.
She was trying to figure out if it would, in reality, be possible to engineer such a vehicle.
Bulma had been reading up on the possibilities of deep space exploration and the power sources that could potentially take the people of Earth into farther corners of the universe, but the answer constantly evaded her.
She was about to turn her attention to another project when she remembered a discussion that she had with Vegeta , just a few days after she and her family had returned to Capsule Corp.
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“So this is what your family does for a living,” he remarked, looking around her lab, peeking through the various machines and smaller components that littered her workspace to look at her from behind her cluttered work table.
“Yep! We are engineers! Well, my father and I are. We are inventors; scientists, actually. And this is my home!” she crowed, gesturing grandly at the mess of parts before her.
“And what, exactly, are you working on here?”
“Well,” she began, lifting an energy source from her table, showing him the glowing liquid inside the large fiberglass capsule. “I am trying to make a compound that could function as an alternate energy source so we don’t have to be so dependent on gasoline. I know that there are several other methods now, but this one,” she shook it, “could potentially be powerful enough to send us to the moon with only a liter of it needed.”
“Impressive,” he agreed, studying the mixture. “So it is a highly-concentrated energy source that could potentially power your vehicles into farther distances, with far less quantity.”
“Yes!” she said, beaming with pride.
He frowned slightly. “Did you take into consideration though, how a compound like that could potentially drain other components of your ships? It would not be enough fluid to sustain the other functions that you would need for a habitable vehicle.”
“What do you mean?”
“It would cause a chain reaction of sorts within your ship,” he explained. “The other motors will be needing to work at an equivalently higher rate of efficiency for that compound to be able to sustain all of the functions.”
She chewed her thumb nail thoughtfully. “So you’re saying that if I use this energy source, I need to adjust all other functions on the ship.”
He nodded. “But I am sure you already knew that. What you could consider is this: is your planet’s current technology ready for a machine that could accurately utilize this compound?”
She looked at him, impressed. She had no idea that he even had an interest in mechanical processes and electronics. “You make a good point. However, are you saying that this experiment is not practical, then?”
“I believe it would be ambitious to use this experimental fluid on a large machine, such as a space ship,” he clarified. “Perhaps, you would do well to try testing it on a smaller gadget, to test how far the energy can go, so you can more easily make the necessary calculations as you proceed to larger undertakings.”
She smiled at him then. “Why Vegeta, that is brilliant! Any suggestions on what I could use it on?”
Vegeta smirked. “How about one of those phones that you use to communicate? The ones that you keep charging all the time? Or perhaps, something practical, like a blaster gun?”
Bulma stood from her chair, excited. “Vegeta, that’s a great idea!” she exclaimed, picking up the green capsule. “I’m going to start a different experiment right now!”
She moved around the table, and when she reached him, she leaned up, leaving a light kiss on his cheek.
She immediately noticed the dark blush that stole over his cheeks, before he covered up his embarrassment with a scowl.
8-8-8-8-8
Bulma went to the back of her office, opening a small drawer hidden behind her filing cabinets.
She reached in, smiling when her hand met the small item that she had stashed in there, a confidential little experiment that she had been working on without the knowledge of her father, an undeclared idea that she had personally financed so she can test its viability.
She pulled it out, and her smile turned melancholy as she continued to look at it.
It was a blaster gun.
She had decided to make a prototype, as Vegeta suggested, and she had completed her first model only a few hours before she had been abducted by Frieza, and everything that she knew had gone to hell in a hand basket.
The blaster was small and sleek, made of transparent fiberglass and polished titanium. Due to some adjustments she had to make in the internal machinery, the blaster was unconventional, and did not look like a typical gun.
The handle curved slightly around her hand, and when placed flat on a table, the shape reminded her of a glass and metal slipper. She had wanted to show it to Vegeta, but in all the action, had completely forgotten, and she stared at it now with a mixture of sadness and longing, as she tried to imagine how he would have reacted to seeing that she had managed to turn his suggestion into an actual prototype.
He would have been so proud.
She slowly placed the blaster back into the hidden drawer, knowing that it was actually a rather dangerous trinket, as she had seen the damage it could inflict, first-hand. She had tested it out on some very thick metal sheets, and the powercore had aided the blasts so that the gun had easily melted through the tough metals, and she knew that with the energy held by the weapon – a mere medicine capsule-sized chamber of the fluid – the gun would not need to have its energy cartridge replaced for a very long time.
She turned back to her current experiment, intent on working on it now, to take her mind off the bitter taste that the happy memory with Vegeta had left in her mouth.
8-8-8-8-8
She was in space. That much was clear.
However, it felt strange, as she realized that she was enclosed in a single pod that was controlled by nothing but a very small keypad with unrecognizable square-shaped symbols.
The darkness surrounding her was thick, and she could feel a dull throbbing on the side of her left arm, an inconvenient sensation that had her wanting to rip off her own limb.
Now, that right there, was an odd thought.
She reached behind her, pulling out a thick roll of paper containing diagrams written in a foreign script, and she stared at the schematics as if she could understand the letterings.
“Tch,” a very familiar voice said, the sound ringing clearly in her ears, as if the voice had come from her.
“This makes no sense,” the same voice muttered, frustrated, and Bulma felt shock enter her as she finally placed the voice.
Vegeta.
She wanted to turn, to look for him. She wanted to see him, but her body refused to follow her, only reaching up, and apparently turning on a very dull light within the space pod.
The light filled the pod, and she squinted, looking up at the thick glass window that was right in front of her.
She nearly jumped when she saw Vegeta’s face reflected back at her.
She looked down then, and she saw his very familiar hands clenching and unclenching in what she knew was his way of displaying annoyance.
It was then that Bulma understood, that she was in Vegeta’s body.
What a strange dream…
She watched his fingers reach forward, tapping on a few keys before him, before a small screen lit up, a low beeping sound filling the pod, before Nappa’s face showed up on the screen.
A communication screen.
Bulma noted that Nappa looked younger, maybe more than ten years younger than the one she met a few months ago.
“Nappa,” Vegeta said. “How is the squad? Did you bring the boy with you?”
“The squad is fine, your highness,” Nappa responded. “As for the boy, Kakarot is within the larger ship with Raditz.”
Kakarot. That was Goku.
“Good. That boy needs to be trained, Nappa. I can feel his power within him. Raw and unused. He could… he could be another Super Saiyan.”
Nappa looked shocked. “You believe so, my Prince?”
“Yes, I do. We need him to get stronger. He could be a powerful warrior, more so than Raditz and their father, Bardock, combined.”
“Raditz is a very strong fighter, your highness.”
“And Bardock, before his injury, was stronger. This boy is even stronger than that.”
Bulma listened to their exchange, realizing that this dream was about Vegeta’s time before he had been thrown into the ball.
“We will need him,” Vegeta continued, “in our rebellion against Frieza. I shall train him, myself.”
“He is but a boy, my lord,” Nappa responded.
“And I was even more of a boy when I had first been stolen by Frieza and forced to work for them, until my father retrieved me. Kakarot will be fine.”
Vegeta fidgeted then, bringing his right hand up to clutch at his left arm, and she felt him violently tug at the limb, the pain making stars flash behind her lids.
“As you see fit, my Prince”, Nappa said, nodding his head in acknowledgment.
“If I am right, and the boy does indeed ascend, then we will have two of us able to perform instant transmission. It would be a tremendous tactical advantage,” Vegeta said.
“And I am certain that he will be delighted to be trained by you,” Nappa said. “Raditz told me that the boy idolizes you tremendously. That he has said that he wishes to be just like the Prince.”
Bulma felt Vegeta smirk at that. “As he should.”
8-8-8-8-8
Bulma woke with a start, disoriented by the darkness.
As her eyes adjusted to the meager light, she realized that she was in her bedroom, lying down on her same, soft sheets, clutching her favorite pillow to her chest.
That had certainly been a strange dream.
She could still feel the throbbing in her left arm, the ache of an old injury that sometimes recurred and refused to fully heal.
“Wait a minute,” she muttered, as a very small memory surfaced.
She could distinctly remember Vegeta begin to use his right arm more and more as she watched him during his fight against Frieza.
His left arm could have had a recurring injury.
She bolted upright, unsettled.
That dream… did not feel like a dream, at all.
She immediately ran to her dresser, pulling her mobile phone out. Uncaring of the time, she scrolled down to the number of the one person she knew could help her understand what had happened.
The phone began to ring on the other end, and a few moments later, a groggy voice answered.
“Hello?” Goku greeted, voice thick with sleep.
“Goku! It’s Bulma.”
“Yeah, hi Bulma. It’s two in the mornin’,” he said.
“I know, and I’m sorry. But I need help,” she said.
Goku’s voice was more alert as he answered. “Are you in trouble?”
“Not really, but-” she cut herself off when the familiar glow of the instant transmission appeared in her bedroom once again.
“What’s up?” Goku asked as soon as he materialized into her bedroom. He was wearing a loose shirt and boxer shorts, clearly coming directly from his bed.
“Goku, I am so sorry. I just wanted to ask you…” she said, hesitating before she continued. “When you were younger, did Vegeta train you, because he thought you could be Super Saiyan?”
“Well yeah,” he answered. “He asked Nappa and Raditz to bring me with them to the outer base one day, and the next, he showed up in the training arena to train me. I was shocked.”
She felt the blood drain from her face, as Goku tilted his head, regarding her more closely.
“He… Vegeta was taken hostage by Frieza, at one point, right?” she asked shakily.
Goku nodded. “He was with them for about seven Saiyan ages – fourteen Earth years – before King Vegeta started an uprising to retrieve him. It was during that battle that the Queen Papaya was killed, and Prince Vegeta turned Super Saiyan for the first time.”
Bulma felt her hands begin to shake as disbelief filled her.
She had been right… That was not a dream.
She had seen Vegeta’s memories.
But how?
Goku stared at her in concern. “Bulma, are you alright? Haven’t you been eating again, because you are a little pale.”
Bulma looked up at the tall Saiyan, a confused grin on her lips.
“I’m fine, Goku. More than fine. I think… I think I just dreamed of Vegeta’s memories.”
Goku’s eyes went wide. “What? How? That’s impossible, ain’t it?”
“I’m pretty sure that it’s supposed to be impossible,” she confirmed. “But I am sure. I saw Nappa, and I heard them talking about you having the power to ascend.”
Goku looked baffled. “What does that mean?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “But I need something from you now, Goku. I need you to talk to Uranai.”
8-8-8-8-8
A day after Bulma sent Goku off to Uranai, she began researching on the theories regarding sleep and memory transfers. As of then, it was nothing but a part of science fiction mythos, but Bulma was sure that she could find something that could help her understand just how it could have been possible for Vegeta’s memories to have manifested in her dreams.
She spent the entire afternoon reading up on various sci-fi novels and conspiracy theories, and the only thing she could come up with were a few readings about soul bonding and psychic connections, but most stories concerned subjects who were both still alive.
As the day gave way to night, Bulma was nowhere closer to finding the answer to her questions, and she went home, feeling rather dejected that her research had basically gone nowhere.
She contemplated calling Goku to ask how his trip to Uranai had gone, if his asking the old crone for her theories had been more successful than her own efforts, but she decided against it, thinking that she could just call him in the morning. It was a bit late, after all, and she didn’t want to bother his sleep twice in a row.
She went to bed then, hoping that she would dream once again of Vegeta, or that the answers to her questions would come to her in her sleep.
8-8-8-8-8
It was scorching.
Flames licked up every single inch of her skin, and she wanted to recoil from the agonizing heat of the perpetual fires that surrounded her.
However, her feet remained pinned down, and she realized that she was being held against an iron-like beam, her arms and feet bound by spiked chains around the searing barrier.
Around her were screams of agony, and she could sense the anger boiling up inside her, deep hatred for her situation blistering inside her soul as the fires torched her limbs.
The flames never left a mark, but the endless pain remained.
It was hell.
She wanted to scream, but her pride warred with her need to let her suffering be heard, and she remained silent, teeth gnashing in fury as she tried valiantly to ignore the ongoing torture.
A large blast of fire appeared beside her, clearing up to reveal the form of a large man with red skin, with horns protruding from the top of his head. He had terrifying yellow eyes with slitted black irises, a dark goatee, and he wore a large blue cloak with a long white cape.
She felt herself spit in disdain, a growl rising from her chest.
“Dabura,” she felt herself say, and Bulma was once again surprised to realize that the voice belonged to Vegeta.
She was in Vegeta’s body, once again, probably dreaming of another memory.
Vegeta’s voice had been dripping in contempt, so Bulma thought that perhaps, this was a part of his servitude under Frieza.
“Hello, your majesty,” the large, demonic man greeted sarcastically. “I do hope you are enjoying your stay.”
“Fuck you,” Vegeta hissed.
“Unfortunately for you, I do not find you attractive,” Dabura laughed. “I believe the only ones who would ever fuck you are your Saiyan courtesans, because they didn’t really have a choice, did they?”
“Tch,” Vegeta said. “I’ll have you know that I was the favorite lay of all the Saiyan courtesans.”
“And who was your favorite lay, Prince Vegeta?”
Vegeta shut his mouth, pinching his lips hard against the urge to say something caustic back.
Dabura laughed. “Oh, I had nearly forgotten. You did fall hard for that little Earthling woman, did you not?”
“You fucking leave her out of this, Dabura,” Vegeta growled.
Bulma felt his anger rising once again, and she realized that Dabura had hit a sore spot with Vegeta.
Wait… an Earthling? Vegeta had never been to Earth before he was sealed. Could this mean…
“Would you like to see her again, Prince?”
Vegeta turned his head away from Dabura, but the large devil simply floated towards him, holding out a small mirror that began to glow in his hands.
“Watch, you wretch. Watch!” Dabura leered, and Bulma saw the mirror begin to turn into a viewing screen of sorts.
She could see her bedroom, and she saw a small lump of blankets gathered into the center of her bed.
It took her less than a moment to realize that the lump was none other than her.
It was as she had been while she was still deep in her depression, a frail bundle of skin and bones that refused to get up from her bed, the worst version of herself that had been wishing for nothing but death.
It was difficult, even for her, to see.
She felt Vegeta gasp as his eyes fell on her miserable form, and she felt him clench his hands into tight fists. She felt his conflict, his wanting to look away, but being unable to tear his gaze from the sight of her in her darkest moments.
“Do you see, Vegeta? See how you have made this woman suffer?” Dabura asked, and Vegeta gulped, as she felt an onslaught of guilt and pain fill his chest, a pain that made the agony of the flames licking at his body seem dull in comparison.
“You were so selfish, Prince. If you had never tried to come back to life, this woman would still be living her wonderful life, full of energy and happiness,” Dabura whispered maliciously. “She would never have been targeted by Frieza, would never have had to suffer from her father’s trial. She would never have had to be in such pain…”
“Shut up!” Vegeta choked out. “Stop this, stop this right now!”
“Listen to her cry, Prince!” Dabura said, and all at once, Bulma heard her own voice surround them, her heart-wrenching cries of her own suffering leaving Vegeta breathless in despair and guilt.
“Vegeta… Why… Why?” she heard her voice say weakly, and Vegeta closed his eyes, willing the vision and sound of her sadness away.
“Please…” Vegeta began, and Bulma was shocked at the rawness of his voice. “Please stop. Let her just live. She… she does not deserve to be in this sort of pain. This was all because of me.”
“Well, I am glad that you at least know that, Prince,” Dabura said gleefully, removing the mirror as he began to back away from Vegeta. “Until the next time, your highness.”
With that, Dabura disappeared, leaving a despondent Vegeta to breathe heavily, fighting the despair in his heart.
Bulma could do nothing but listen to his harsh breaths, feel the heaving of his chest and the single tear that trickled down his cheek.
“Bulma,” he whispered, his voice soft, loving, reverent. “Be safe, my beloved...”
8-8-8-8-8
As she woke from the dream, Bulma bolted up, her chest heavy with Vegeta’s pained thoughts, her limbs still stinging from the fires that burned her body from the inside and out.
She had been in literal hell.
Vegeta was in hell.
And he was in extreme agony.
She stood up, pacing her room as she gathered the scattered bits of her mind to piece together all that she had learned.
Vegeta was dead, but somehow, whether he knew it or not, he was still communicating with her. Perhaps, it was the fact that their spirits had been linked for so long, that he was able to reach out to her from the afterlife.
Perhaps… if he was still linked with her…
Then maybe, she could still have him back.
She looked out the window, smiling at the rising sun, as she went to her cabinets and pulled out a pair of denim jeans and a comfortable white shirt.
She ran to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, then she dressed hurriedly, before she picked up her phone, and dialed.
“Hello,” the man’s voice was more alert than the last time she had called, so perhaps, he had already been awake this time.
“Goku, hi.”
“Bulma, great that you called! I found something when I went to Uranai yesterday-”
“You can tell me later. I need you to come and pick me up, now,” she said.
Goku paused. “Where are we going?”
She grinned.
“We are going to Uranai, you and I,” she said. “We are going to bring Vegeta back.”
8-8-8-8-8
To be continued…
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MAYHEM 2018 - WEEK 4 - [ANON A] “THE FINAL PRICE” (4)
Title: The Final Price
Chapter Summary: It was, as all fairy tales usually went… A Prince, his Princess, and their happily ever after.
Genre: AU / Romance / Family
Rating: E
Chapter Warnings: Fluff; Profane language.
Additional Requirements Fulfilled: Tragedy turned HEA
Word Count: 1,447
Chapter 8: Epilogue
(Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8)
I.i.I.i.I.i.I.i.I
If there was ever a time when Vegeta felt terrible for losing his Super Saiyan powers, then it had to be around… now.
Usually, the loss of the legendary powers was an annoying afterthought, especially since he was still powerful even without his golden-haired form.
It was definitely not easy to get used to the idea that he was no longer the most powerful Saiyan alive, but it was one of those things that became easier to swallow, with time.
After all, it had been three years.
He had been brought back to life, with the imposed limitations on his Saiyan powers, three years ago.
And so, yes, the loss was annoying, but it wasn’t truly the devastating blow that he would have imagined it to be.
Right at that moment though, Vegeta would have given away an arm, to be able to use his Instant Transmission again.
The Prince of a warrior race of four and a half flew as fast as he was physically able, an otherwise impressive speed that could easily leave jet planes and commercial aircrafts in the dust.
He still felt too fucking slow.
Bulma needed him, and he was still thirty seconds away.
His beautiful wife of a year and a half needed him, and he couldn’t get there fast enough.
He could feel her distress through their bond, could hear her voice calling out for him in his head.
Ten seconds.
In spite of his worry, he grinned.
Soon, he would be the Prince of four and two halves.
His son was to be born today.
He landed on their balcony a second after that thought, and he rushed to Bulma, immediately embracing her swollen body in his arms.
“Vegeta, let’s go!” she whined, already holding the emergency bag that he had meticulously packed for her as soon as he had found out that the pregnancy was heading towards its last week.
“Yes, my Princess,” he smirked, taking the bag from her before gently lifting her off her feet. He flew them to the hovercraft waiting in the garage downstairs, calmly setting her inside, before he sat beside her and engaged the autopilot, leading them to the Capsule Corp Hospital a few hundred meters away.
In reality, she could have gone there by herself.
But they had spoken about this, and the plan had been the same since they first saw that tiny “plus” sign appear on the home pregnancy test.
They would go to the hospital, together.
It had been an unfortunate coincidence that it had to be today, on the day that he was in a secondary Capsule Corp production factory about a hundred kilometers away, inspecting the new experimental space pods that they would be debuting to the military in a month.
After his return to the living realm, Bulma had fabricated an Earthling identity for him and given him a job at their company, testing out experimental military gadgets and training modules.
He was nigh indestructible, so he had been perfect for the job.
It was not until a few months later that Bulma had realized that he would also be a great asset in the research team for space mechanics, and she had given him a second job there, to act as a consultant for their then-fledgling deep space endeavors.
Together, he and Bulma had refined her earlier plans for hyperspace travel, using her high-density energy core that they had further developed after she saw how effective it had been in powering up her blaster.
They launched their first deep space prototype sixteen months ago, and it had been a success.
He snapped out of his thoughts when he felt her squeezing his hand, and he turned to her, a small, but excited smile on his face.
Their son was coming.
As soon as they landed in the Emergency Room gate, he leapt out, grabbed the bag, then carried Bulma carefully towards the Admission Area.
“Mr. Vegeta!” the receptionist exclaimed as soon as they came within view. “Is Ms. Bulma-”
“She’s gonna give birth. Get me a doctor, now,” he snarled, heralding the mad rush as the members of the staff realized that one of the owners of the hospital they were working at was about to go into labor.
Bulma squeezed Vegeta’s neck as she clung to him, and he sensed her pain through their soul link that he had reinforced when they became true mates.
“Vegetaaa…” she whined, her voice a pained whisper in his ear, and he clutched her tighter as a wheelchair was brought before them.
“Mr. Vegeta, we have to place Ms. Bulma into the wheelchair so we can take her to the Delivery Room,” one of the nurses said, and Vegeta snarled as a male nurse came up to try to help him move her.
“I can put her down myself,” he said, gently sitting his wife down onto the wheelchair.
“Vegeta, don’t be rude,” she chastised, punctuating her gentle scolding with a groan of discomfort.
He blanched. “Are you alright?”
She nodded, then shook her head. “It hurts.”
He leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I will be right here with you, all the way.”
What happened next was a bit of a blur to him, as Bulma yelped, and a group of nurses rushed to her, clamoring to move her to the Delivery Room.
He followed her, in a slight daze, until they wheeled her into the sterile areas of the Labor Unit and a guard stopped him at the entryway.
“I am her husband,” he barked, and he must have unwittingly released some ki, as he noted the terrified face of the guard.
“Yes sir, I am aware, but you cannot go into that area without wearing protective gear,” the guard said, pointing at a small table that held a bunch of masks and paper gowns.
After Vegeta had impatiently worn all of the required items, he marched into the room where they had taken Bulma, surprised at how quickly things had escalated in his short absence.
Bulma was already pushing, and the nurses looked harried, racing around the room and shouting at each other about “catching” the baby. From what he could see, the child was trying to move out of his mother’s womb faster than any other human child, and Bulma was struggling to keep up.
He reached for her hand, letting her clutch his powerful fingers as tightly as she could, while he placed his other hand on her stomach, emitting a very steady, warm glow of ki that seemed to calm the child within.
Bulma took a deep breath of relief, looking at him gratefully, before another contraction hit, and she pushed more intently as the doctor came in.
It all happened too fast, and yet too slow, and Vegeta felt almost dumb as he lost track of what was happening, dizzy from his own worry as his frail wife pushed out a powerful Saiyan hybrid from her fragile body.
One second, she was screaming, and the next, she was crying, as he watched a bloody bundle of flesh leave her body from between her legs, hurriedly caught, washed and clothed by the surrounding medical staff.
He stood still as a statue as one of the nurses came up, holding a tiny, wriggling bundle swaddled in soft blue cloth. She slowly placed it onto Bulma’s chest, and Bulma immediately wrapped her pale, exhausted arms around it…
His son…
That was his son…
The boy was quiet as he opened strangely alert, bright blue eyes, before pushing off a corner of his blanket.
Vegeta’s heart nearly flew out of his chest as he stared mutely at the little boy. He was impossibly small, with a fluffy tuft of purple hair atop his head.
He heard himself laugh, making Bulma turn to him, her eyes tired but blissful.
“Vegeta… Look,” she whispered, moving her arm as if to show off the boy…
The boy sired from his flesh and blood.
The boy who was literally made from their love.
He could feel a tear standing on the edge of his eyes, but he quickly blinked it away, before he leaned down, nuzzling the top of the child’s head, then planting a grateful kiss upon Bulma’s lips.
And he thought then, that he didn’t even begrudge that his life before he had been thrown to Earth had been absolute shit, or that he had already been literally in Hell.
This, right now, was as close to perfect as anything he could imagine.
And for a man like him, this could most definitely be, as they say on Earth… a “happily ever- after”.
I.i.I.i.I.i.I.i.I
The End.
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