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vegeta-bananabluish · 4 months

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Ten days to full bloom (Secret Santa fic)

Title: Ten Days to Full bloom Author: Bananabluish Gift for: The lovely Aevy WC: ~2200 Summary: Under the cherry blossom trees, painting the land in powdery pinks and whites, Goku discovers what it means to be in love with his newly-wed wife, Chi-Chi. AO3 Link: Here

Ten days to full bloom

Goku and ChiChi stood hand in hand, gazing out at the breathtaking view from their new home on Mount Paozu. The cherry blossom trees surrounding their land painted the landscape in hues of powdery pinks and whites, casting an atmosphere that looked so dreamily serene, that it verged on magical. Chichi's lavender cheongsam beautifully blended into the colors of the landscape, in contrast to Goku's appearance. Looking down at his signature orange gi, adorned with hooks and tears here and there, made him feel like he stood out like a sore thumb. He was brought back into reality when Chichi absentmindedly plucked a small twig from his hair—remnants of his sparring session with Krillin earlier in the morning, and Goku felt an unwelcome surge of heat in his neck.

Turning slightly to hide his blush, his gaze naturally fell upon their new home, built next to the flank of a tall mountain. A spring breeze persisting for days, had blown an abundance of flower petals into their yard, blanketing the grass in a fluffy layer of pink. According to Chichi, the cherry blossoms would paint the view from their kitchen every year from now on, as the month of March turned into April. Having shared the same roof for just a few days, Goku found himself already captivated by the depth of Chichi's knowledge on things that had never even crossed his mind before. Goku slightly turned to her, trying to catch the murmurs slipping from her lips over the rustling leaves. He gathered she was saying something about how this view was the perfect setting for the beginning of their new life together. Goku understood the words but didn't quite grasp what Chichi was actually saying. In fact, the whole concept of 'marriage' still left him bewildered, despite his participation in the wedding. He glanced down at their intertwined hands with a puzzled expression, uncertain why she had insisted on this gesture. Did this also come with 'marriage'? He now knew that 'husband' and 'wife' were supposed to have physical contact in the bedroom, but did this also extend throughout the day?

Suddenly, the voracious growl of a beast rumbled from his stomach, ruthlessly shattering the tranquility that had embraced the moment. Goku's cheeks reddened again as he apologetically rubbed the back of his head. “Oops, guess I'm getting hungry again, Chichi.”

Chichi frowned—she was still full from their heavy lunch, and the dishes weren't even dry yet. Goku seemed like a bottomless pit when it came to food, which burdened her with a lot of extra work, but she could never suppress a smile whenever Goku showed unease around his infinite hunger. “It's time to start dinner then.” Chichi seemed to relish the quiet stroll back home in the shared silence between them. Goku felt the need to say or do something, but had no idea what husbands were supposed to express to their wives in such moments as these. A little later, Goku effortlessly stacked a few sizable wooden crates on each other, his muscles flexing with the ease of a man who dedicated all his time to his training. Chichi observing from the doorway while the pots simmered behind her, couldn't help but worry, despite her inability to take her eyes off his bare muscular arms. She shook her head to dispel the indecent thoughts clouding her mind. "Goku, be careful! Those boxes are heavy, and I don't want you breaking my mother’s china," she admonished.

With a nonchalant grin, Goku assured her, "Don't worry, Chichi. I've lifted much heavier things during training." He was well aware that Chichi was likely just as capable of carrying everything into the house, but she had emphasized that it was more fitting for it to be a 'husband's job. Goku, in his typical fashion, gladly seized every opportunity with both hands to break a sweat. Wondering if Goku even knew what 'china' was, Chichi turned around with a huff, carrying a heap of towels inside. She could no longer tolerate looking at his careless conduct. Nevertheless, she was pleased her new husband was able to bring everything inside quickly. They had spent the past few days with the absolute bare minimum— getting by with just a bed and some kitchenware, because the remote location of their home had been challenging for the moving truck to reach. It didn’t take long before they had brought most of the belongings inside as Goku didn’t possess anything other than the shirt on his back and the boots on his feet. There was only some kitchen furniture left standing in the grass. While carrying their new dining chairs inside, Chichi gracefully managed two chairs stacked upon each other, and Goku haphazardly handled the rest. Peering around the mountain of furniture, he stole a glance at his new wife. He couldn’t ignore the warmth growing inside of him whenever he looked at her. The sensation resembled ki-generation whenever he powered up for battle, but it seemed more concentrated in his chest. The first time he experienced this feeling was an hour before what everybody had called ‘the ceremony’. In the white wedding dress, her radiance was akin to the silver twinkle on a stream’s surface... or a flock of white doves catching flight... or like the sweetest whipped cream he ever tasted. Seeing her like that tickled his insides in all sorts of funny ways and ever since he had tried to pinpoint exactly what it was about. He noticed it especially when she looked directly at him, and her large brown eyes radiated a warmth that reminded him of afternoon sun on freshly upturned soil. In the following days, as they settled into their new home, Goku carried this puzzle with him, determined to keep trying to figure it out. It was during one particular quiet evening that Goku was hit hard by this new and unfamiliar feeling. In the soft glow of the sun drooping into the horizon, Goku and Chichi found themselves sitting on their porch, surrounded by the delicate fragrance of cherry blossoms. It surprised Goku that although he wasn’t particularly fond of flora, he now paid attention to how the orange light tinted the blossom petals. Goku's eyes lingered on Chichi's profile as she spoke about her day, explaining where she had found the herbs she had incorporated into their last meal, detailing her explorations of the surroundings.

Even though Goku had exceptionally enjoyed her culinary skills—he had inhaled everything set out on the table in a matter of seconds, her words completely faded away in the presence of her beauty. That peculiar feeling suddenly hit him again, striking him like a bolt of lightning this time, and he blinked in surprise.

"Chichi, I... I think I'm feeling something strange," Goku admitted, his tone of voice just as confused as his expression.

Chichi turned to him. "What do you mean, Goku?"

"I don't know. It's like my heart is doing something funny when I'm around you.” Goku scratched his head, trying to make sense of these newfound emotions again. “Is that normal?"

Chichi chuckled, her laughter striking him right in the chest. "Goku, that sounds a lot like love. It's what married couples feel for one another, if all is well.

“Love?” Goku pondered the word, letting it roll off his tongue. He didn't know much about the love between a man and a woman, except for what he’d seen on Master Roshi’s television, but judging by the impractical clothing the ladies wore, that source of information didn't seem so reliable either. So far, the whole concept had been far outside of his world. That is, until recently. Could he have fallen into it without even realizing it? His eyes slid inquisitively over her features, willing her to elaborate. But she kept her mouth shut. Why did she often talk when he didn't care for it, but when he wanted her to speak, she remained tight-lipped? There was a certain gleam in her eyes that he wasn't used to seeing from her though. When getting into bed that evening, they engaged in that one thing they had done almost every night since their wedding. Whenever they shed their clothes and lay down on the mattress, it was almost as if Goku’s instincts seamlessly took over. His gaze, as though he was on the battlefield, focused on her with intensity. But instead of defeating her in martial arts, all he wanted was to feel her, kiss her, taste her, everywhere. To feel and be inside her. In the last few days, he had begun to grasp what he needed to do to bring out more of the delicious sounds she would make whenever he solely focused on her. With each added night of such intimate entanglements, he found himself drawn to her in more ways he didn't quite comprehend. He began noticing the subtle details—the way her hair fell whenever she turned her head, the softness of her touch whenever she plucked a fluff off his back, and the warmth of her smile whenever he joined her in the same room. She didn't laugh so often, but when she did, his day inexplicably brightened. Exactly ten days after their wedding, Chichihad convinced him to join her again in the orchard. She had told him that the Japanese cherry blossom tree bloomed for only two weeks, and she wanted to seize every opportunity to enjoy it. Despite Goku’s initial resistance—he was reluctant to interrupt his training, he harbored some curiosity about what she had in store for him.

They walked along a low-hanging tree, and Chichi reached out to pluck a small branch with flowers. She tucked it into her hair, behind her ears, and Goku found it strange that while he still didn’t particularly care for flowers, he found that this specific bloom complemented her beauty so well. He came to the realization that he wouldn't want to change anything about her.

As they strolled through their yard, and into the treeline, Goku absorbed the serene beauty of his wife and of the landscape, noting that even though by far most flowers had opened, there were still a few buds waiting to burst into full bloom. It suddenly struck him—just like these blossoms, his heart was in the process of opening up to Chichi, revealing layers he hadn't known were even there.

Goku abruptly halted mid-step. Sensing his absence next to her, Chichi pivoted, expecting her husband had dart off, perhaps in pursuit of another bird like last week. She spotted him standing still behind her, a different expression on his face than his usual sunny demeanor. As Goku approached her, a sudden breeze caused the cherry blossoms to rain down around them like confetti and Goku couldn't contain his feelings any longer. "Chichi, I think I've figured it out. I... I love you," Goku confessed. His eyes, for once, did not reflect his usual childlike enthusiasm but instead pooled with sincerity.

Chichi’s eyes widened before she broke out in that specific radiant smile he craved to coax out of her. "Goku, I love you too." She lifted her arms to cradle his head in her hands, flattening a few black strands with her fingertips, and gazed deep into his eyes for a moment. The moment froze in time and without the need for words, they both sensed that everything was just right. After blowing a falling pink petal from his brow, Chichi kissed her husband. As he felt her lips on his, the warm ball in his chest sprang to life again, this time expanding into a warm mixture of warmth and nervousness throughout his entire torso. Goku wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling the lean muscle beneath his fingertips through her dress. Being more confident that Chichi was experiencing the same kind of strange sensations he felt for her, he deepened the kiss, pulling her tighter against him. His body spontaneously came alive with her proximity up to the point that his heart tried to break through his ribs.

Before the wedding, he had thought marriage was a new type of exotic dish—or maybe something gross Bulma had cooked up in her lab. But it wasn't until ten days after their wedding day that he truly understood what it was all about: Chichi vowed to always be there for him, and he realized how incredibly lucky he was that someone wanted to spend a lifetime with him. This woman was even prepared to feed his perpetually hungry stomach to the point of satisfaction, no matter how difficult a task that proved to be. However, as their lives had further intertwined, Goku realized it was not about satisfying his stomach but his heart.

As the last few gold-orange streaks in the sky dissipated into the night, they embraced onto a tapestry of fallen petals, making Goku feel like he was part of something secret and special, a new chapter of his life beginning. As if guided by an unseen force, their embrace effortlessly moved into something more. When they made love under the canopy of pastel pink that night, the moon cast its spell over the orchard, their shadows dancing with the blossoms, creating a ballet of love that was almost surreal.

#gochi #goku x chichi #Goku fluff #Goku fanfics #Honeymoon #Secret Santa Dutch Discord #sonaevy #bananabluish #First ten days after their wedding

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elisajdb · 5 months

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Memories of Fall: The Apple Tree

He wanted to destroy that tree. He could do it. A simple blast of his Ki. A punch. Even a kick will do it. He longed to do it but knew his vengeful act would awaken the wrath of Son Goku. A man he could not defeat. It would also awaken the wrath of his wife, Son ChiChi. A woman he also could not defeat. Physically, she was sooo much weaker than him, but laying even a finger on her, Piccolo knew would signal his doom at the hands of Son Goku.

He cursed himself for accepting Goku’s invitation to be his training partner. Had he known he would have to deal with the one being who could control Son Goku, he would’ve rescinded the offer. Now he couldn’t. He was trapped living with the Son Family for three years. He had to deal with silly things such as ‘family time’; accept ChiChi’s forced day of rest once a week for Goku and Gohan and hear the disturbing sounds coming from Goku and ChiChi’s room on some nights and even mornings. He accepted them all but this was too much.

“Are you out of your mind, Son?!” Piccolo was enraged. He had enough! Piccolo couldn’t believe he had to argue with Goku about this. “Son, we have three years to prepare for the Artificial Humans. I accept your wife wants you and Gohan home for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I accept your wife wants you to take a day off once a week but not this, Son.”

“It’s only one day and it’s a family thing.”

“It’s apples, Son! Apples!! We have the fight for our lives to prepare for and your wife wants you to take the day off to pick apples with her!”

“It’s only the first picking,” Goku explained. He saw ChiChi through the kitchen window working on the meals for their picnic. “I love watching ChiChi cook. She makes the best meals.”

Piccolo felt sickened at Goku’s lovesick gaze to ChiChi. He’s seen that look more times than he liked. It always meant Goku would embrace or worse…. kiss his wife. How the strongest man on the planet lets himself get controlled by that woman I will never understand. “You’re spineless when it comes to overruling your wife, Son. Are you going to stand here and tell me picking apples is more important than training to save the world?”

Goku wasn’t surprised Piccolo threw that same question he asked ChiChi back at him but this was different. “No, but I have to do this. I owe it to ChiChi.” Piccolo’s glare signaled he didn’t care. “You don’t understand, Piccolo.”

“Make me.”

Goku tilted his head gesturing for Piccolo follow him on the short journey to the apple tree. “All right. It started when ChiChi was pregnant with Gohan.”

Eight years ago

“Is it deep enough, ChiChi?”

ChiChi peered into the hole. Goku might have added another foot than needed and was a little short on the hole’s width but it was deep enough. “Yes. It’s perfect.”

“Good.” Goku shook the dirt off his pants and dusted his hands. He’ll need a shower after this but it was worth it. He went to the small apple tree waiting to be transplanted. It was very young and barely three feet tall. “Strange gift from your Dad.”

“Why?” ChiChi thought it was a sweet gift. “We both love apples. We have a special connection to them.”

“Apples, ChiChi,” Goku placed the plant into the ground. “Not apple trees.” He began covering the plant with fresh soil. “We eat them, not plant them.”

“We’re gonna eat these.” ChiChi rubbed her swollen stomach as she felt the child in her kick. “Fresh apples every day and I’m gonna make sauces, ciders and pies for all three of us.”

Goku smiled at his pregnant wife, hopeful. “You think our baby will like apples?”

“He will love apples.”

“You think it’s a boy?” Goku wouldn’t mind having a boy. He knew about boys. He was one. Girls he was completely clueless with.

“I know it’s a boy but when the apples are ready to be picked, maybe there will be a fourth family member. Maybe a girl.”

A girl might be interesting to have. He like ChiChi and she’s a girl but that wasn’t what made Goku suddenly frown. “What do you mean when the apples are ready? How long will it take?”

ChiChi gazed at the thin tree with very few limbs. “It might be three or four years before the apples are ready for harvest.”

“Three or four years?!” Goku thought it might be a year. “But you got a garden in our backyard and some of them take nearly a season to grow!”

“Goku, I grow vegetables in our garden. They are not as big as trees.”

She had a point. “You’re right.” He firmly patted the soil now covering the roots of the apple tree. “I know these apples will be yummy. I don’t wanna wait three or four years.”

ChiChi laughed at his impatience. “You always want everything now but good things come to those who wait.” She rubbed her belly. “Like our son.”

“Yeah.” Goku dusted his hands as again as he stood. “I can’t wait to see him.” He was going to put his hand on ChiChi’s stomach but hesitated. ChiChi didn’t like it when he was dirty but she surprised him by taking his hand and placing it over her stomach. His touch always sparked a kick from their unborn child.

“I can’t wait to see him, too, Goku, and I can’t wait for our baby to pick apples from the tree his Daddy grew for us.”

Piccolo gazed at the tree. It was over twelve feet tall with thick limbs holding the many apples sprouting from the flowers on the tree. Piccolo had no opinion of apples except he did leave a couple for Gohan the night they met. The child was a scared four-year-old sleeping alone. He didn’t know the child other than he was the son of the man he wanted to kill but something about watching Gohan shivering and crying in the night bothered him. For the first time in his life, the child was without his mother and father. He was pressured into a heavy task he might not succeed. Perhaps it was because he was in this same spot when he was a child. He didn’t cry but he did live in forests isolated from the world. The frightened child compelled him to drop two apples so he wouldn’t go hungry for the night.

It wasn’t from this apple tree but maybe it would’ve comforted Gohan if it were.

“So, it took three or four years to grow this. You already had a first day of picking. Let your wife live on that memory. Why is this picking so important?”

“Because it will be our first one.”

Three Years Ago

Goku and ChiChi stood together gazing at the apple tree they planted four years ago. They worked together caring and nurturing the tree. When Gohan was born, he tagged along in a carrier and later walked besides his parents with joy in seeing the apple tree.

They played here. They had picnics here. They took pictures as the tree grew and thrived and fantasize about the day apples will emerge for them to pick. That day finally arrived. They marveled at the red fruit shining from the tree. They inhaled the sweet scent of apples carried by the wind. Behind them, Goku and ChiChi could hear Gohan laughing likely amused by a butterfly he happily chased. He was fascinated by insects, and on his last birthday, asked for a book of them to read and study.

“They’re ready, ChiChi.” Goku pointed at a bunch of red apples. “Look at that.”

“I see, but I also see those.” ChiChi pointed at a group of apples that were heavily green with a few splotches of red. “They’re still not ready to be picked. Maybe tomorrow.”

“But those,” Goku pointed at another pack, “are ready now.”

ChiChi looked at the ones Goku pointed at. “Maybe but you have that reunion today with your friends. It’ll be better tomorrow.”

“But Gohan has preschool tomorrow.” Goku wasn’t interested in school but he knew how important it was to ChiChi Gohan attend. “If we don’t do it now, we’ll have to wait until next weekend.”

That was true and ChiChi was eager to pick the apples. She didn’t want to wait another six days either. “How about we don’t pick the apples today? We send Gohan to preschool tomorrow but pick him up early, have a picnic here, and pick the apples together.”

Goku smiled. He liked that idea. “Sounds good to me.”

Goku didn’t have to explain what happened next. He went to the reunion but instead of coming home, he died and Gohan was taken by Piccolo for a year.

“So, you didn’t pick the apples the year they were ready for harvest.” Piccolo didn’t understand but he accepted that was something important to Goku and his wife. He turned away from the tree he longed to destroy to begin the short walk back to the Son Family House. “You’re telling me your wife let those apples rot for the year you were dead? She let them rot the year you returned and last year, too?”

“No. Not really.”

Two Years Ago

He was in the hospital but Goku felt at home. After a year apart, Goku and his family were together. He was trapped in his recuperating bed. He couldn’t hold Gohan. He couldn’t hug or kiss ChiChi but they were near him and that was enough for now.

It was for ChiChi, too. His wife hummed a happy melody as she peeled and sliced apples for Gohan. Gohan liked his apples peeled. Goku liked the peel on. He looked at his son reading his book and snacking on the apples ChiChi brought for them.

Just like home.

“How do you like the apple, Gohan?”

“It’s good, Mom. Very sweet.”

Goku noticed the pain in ChiChi’s eyes. A year ago Gohan called ChiChi ‘Mommy.’ Now he called her ‘Mom.’ Goku knew the change in name tied to Gohan’s ordeal over the year. He was stronger in body and emotionally, too. He wasn’t the shy child he knew but a growing boy of confidence that he and ChiChi were adjusting, too. “I’m happy, Gohan. Tomorrow, I’ll bring you some apple sauce and when you get out of the hospital, I’ll make you an apple pie.”

“Okay, Mom.” Gohan finished his apple. “I don’t need any more apples.” He stopped ChiChi from peeling anymore. “Maybe Dad can have the rest?”

In his own way, Gohan was pushing ChiChi away. Again, Goku saw pain in her eyes but she didn’t voice her hurt as she turned her tray to Goku and began cutting apples into slices for him. When she sliced two apples, ChiChi pressed a button on the side of Goku’s bed to elevate Goku’s head.

To make ChiChi smile, Goku made a goofy face at her before opening his mouth to receive the apple slices. ChiChi accepted his attempt to make her happy and fed Goku a slice of apples. “Mmm. Mmm. Yummy, ChiChi.” He ate another slice. “Very sweet. Did you get these from the market?” ChiChi shook her head. “Mr. Olitz’s farm?”

“No, Goku. This came from our tree.”

“Our tree?” Surprised, Goku accepted another slice. “Our apple tree?”

“Yes, Goku. The apples are ready to be picked.” A flicker of pain reflected on her face as ChiChi thought of what it meant to them. “Do you remember?”

“Yeah.” Sadness swelled in Goku as he remembered what was to happen the day after the reunion. It was the first time he thought about it. In the last year, Goku was so consumed with training for Vegeta and Nappa, the apple tree was erased from his mind. “You picked them.”

ChiChi released a heavy sigh. “I didn’t want to. I wanted us to do that together but I couldn’t let the apples go to waste. I ate a few, baked a few, and gave some to the people in Dad’s village.” She put on a forced smile. “At least this year we can eat the harvest apples together.”

It wasn’t the same but Goku accepted the reality. “Next year,” Goku promised. “We’ll harvest the apples together. We’ll have that picnic by the lake near the apple tree. We’ll do what we should’ve done a year ago.”

ChiChi didn’t share Goku’s optimism. “Assuming Gohan returns from Namek.”

“Ah, don’t be like that, ChiChi. Gohan will return from Namek completely fine. I’ll be here, too. We’ll harvest the apples together. I promise.”

But Goku and Piccolo knew Goku broke that promise. Gohan returned from Namek and was home for last year’s harvest but Goku was far away on Yardrat.

They were returning to the Son Family yard now. Piccolo could feel ChiChi and Gohan’s Ki in the house together. His sharp ears picked up mother and son talking about the picnic and harvesting apples for the first time as a family. Gohan sounded very excited Goku will be with them this year. ChiChi was very happy about it, too.

“So, you broke your promise to your wife.”

“Yeah,” Goku shoved his hands in his pockets disappointed. He didn’t like he did that and unlike, the previous year when he was dead, Goku remembered he, Gohan and ChiChi were to harvest apples from their tree. “But I won’t this year.”

Piccolo crossed his arms. “I see.”

Goku was glad Piccolo did. “Now you see why I have to harvest apples with ChiChi and Gohan today.”

“No,” Piccolo answered. “I don’t.”

Goku stared confused. “But I just told you…”

“I heard it. A long, boring ass story. ChiChi picked the apples when you were dead. She did it again when you were in the hospital. She and Gohan picked them last year. ChiChi doesn’t need you to pick the apples. She can do it again without you. We need to be training for the Artificial Humans.”

Goku threw his hands up. All of that and Piccolo missed the point.

“Goku,” ChiChi called from the window, “we’re ready! Can you help us?”

“In a minute,” Goku waved to ChiChi. He turned to Piccolo. “Sorry you don’t understand, but I’m going with ChiChi and Gohan.”

Piccolo rolled his eyes and muttered ‘wimp’ before following Goku into the house.

“I have the baskets!” Gohan held up three brown wicker baskets he and ChiChi used last year.

“I’ll carry the camera and blankets,” ChiChi handed Goku three heavy picnic baskets. “You carry these.” ChiChi went to the kitchen table and picked up the cooler. She put that in Piccolo’s arms. “You carry the cooler.”

“What?” Piccolo nearly dropped the container. “Why am I going?” He didn’t want to go on a picnic and he didn’t want to pick apples. He wanted to train!

“It’s a Son Family tradition,” ChiChi gathered the picnic blankets and camera. “If you’re gonna live here, you have to take part in our traditions.”

“But…. but….” Piccolo stammered.

“And you’re so tall, you can pick a few apples for us.”

“What?!” Who did this woman think she is? He was not a ladder for this petite woman who controlled the strongest man on Earth. He was a warrior. He needed to train for the Artificial Humans. She wasn’t going to use and order him around like she did Goku and Gohan. “I don’t go on picnics. I don’t pick apples.”

“You picked some for me the first night I was alone,” Gohan spoke up. “It was my only meal.”

Piccolo was starting to regret his foolish generosity. “That’s because….. it hasn’t….” ChiChi pinned him with an ‘I dare you to defy me’ gaze and Gohan smiled at him with a ‘It’ll be fun’ gaze. The fight was over before it began. He sighed. “Fine.”

Goku sent a grateful smile at Piccolo before leading the family out. “All right. Let’s go.”

Piccolo followed hanging back watching the family of three converse and laugh together happy they were going to harvest apples. It’s just some damn apples! Goku insisted the importance of this was for ChiChi but Piccolo figured it was important for Goku, too. Goku’s stories hit home on how much he took from Goku and Gohan. Never did Piccolo think he’d regret what he did but if this picnic and picking apples were a way to atone for his actions, he accepted that.

I’m gonna hate this.

That’s what Piccolo expected. That’s what Piccolo told himself.

But Piccolo didn’t regret it. He didn’t regret sitting with Gohan at the picnic. He didn’t regret hearing ChiChi tell Goku of her and Gohan picking apples together last year. He didn’t regret the pictures taken of him at the picnic. He didn’t regret watching the Son Family eat the first harvest apples together. He didn’t regret seeing the joy on Gohan’s face as he picked apples while standing on Goku’s shoulders. He didn’t mind the laughter shared between Goku and ChiChi as she picked apples standing on Goku’s shoulders. He didn’t regret Gohan picking apples on his shoulders. He was startled by Goku jumping on his shoulders to pick apples and ChiChi taking a picture at the worst time. He rolled his eyes at Goku and ChiChi sharing a kiss under the apple tree while Gohan secretly took a picture of his parents.

That night, Piccolo sat on the sofa in Goku and ChiChi’s cozy home sipping fresh apple cider ChiChi made with the apples picked today. Gohan slept on his lap while Goku and ChiChi stayed in the kitchen. They spoke in soft tones too low for humans but sharp enough for Piccolo to hear. They were private words of happiness in finally having this day together. They were words of promise on what this day truly meant and hope of doing this as a family next year, the year after next, and the year after the Artificial Humans will be here.

Piccolo watched them from the corner of an eye as Goku and ChiChi stood beside each other, drinking apple cider, accepting what they missed in the past and what they looked forward to in their future.

Son, I think I understand.

#goku #chichi #dragonball #gochi #dragonball z #fanfiction #gohan #piccolo

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ap-kinda-lit · 1 year

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Launch: My boyfriend is too tall for me to kiss. What should I do? 18: Punch him in the stomach. Then when he doubles over, kiss him. Goku: Tackle him. Chichi: Yank him down by his hair. Roshi: Dump him. Krillin: Kick him in the shin. Raditz: No to all of those! Just ask me to lean down!

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littleeyesofpallas · 10 months

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Sternritter Grandmaster[星十字騎士団最高位], with the Japanese [団最高位] "...Group+Top-ranking/Most prominent" where [最高位] is written literally as "Most/Extreme+Tall/Expensive+Rank." there's nothing really special about it as a term, and it only ever gets used the once. Weird that it's in English and not German. The combination of writings and context give off vibes of something between a KKK Grandwizard, and the Irken Tallest... and I dunno how I really feel about that...

BURNER FINGER 1 & 2, & BURNER STOMP. Kubo didn't even bother with kanji for these, even though doing obvious 1:1 translations would've been fine. Feels a little lazy and half baked. Same with a bunch of SuperStar's moves that we'll see in just a second. Although at least Mask's big lunkhead persona makes it feel a little more appropriate.

Shé Jìn Zhǎo[蛇勁爪] I've technically covered this one on its own before. Written "Snake Strong Claw" and pronounced in Chinese rather than Japanese. Shame we didn't see more from Cang Du. He was cool.

Silbern[銀架城], pretty obviously German for "Silver," and the kanji reads "Silver+Mount/Frame+Castle."

So jumping between this and the next set of images, Mask de Masculine's moves are all just in English...

STAR EAGLE KICK

STAR HEADBUTT

STAR ROCKET HEADBUTT

STAR 殺人 PUNCH. Oh good something to do here. satsujin[殺人] translates as "murder"/"homicide"/"manslaughter" point being this was when Mask was getting frustrated and it betrayed a more sinister attitude beneath his superficial Hero act.

STAR LARIAT

STAR FLASH SUPER NOVA

Tamashi o wake ataeru Chikara[魂を分け与える力]: "Soul Distributing Power/Ability"

Quincy no Chichi[滅却師の父]: "Father of Quincy." What's a little weird here is that, while it's not exactly an informal use of chichi[父]:"father" it's definitely not the most formal it could be, which is what you would kind of expect of a lofty title. This almost sounds like they've just called him "Papa Quincy" or "The Dad of Quincy" which sounds patently silly.

Shihaisha no Kamen[支配者の仮面]: "Mask of (the)Ruler/Leader" an ominous title that we didn't really get a lot of real meaning behind. Sure, Jugram held onto Yhwach's powers while he slept, but what about that really made him a "Mask"? What false face did that mask present and to whom, and what did it hide and again, from whom?

Quincy Stuff: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8]

#bleach

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rlbbackup · 2 years

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Yor headcanon:

Yor gives the BEST piggyback rides. If Anya is awake enough but doesn't want to walk, she'll ask her HaHa to carry her. Of course, ChiChi is the most comfortable to sleep on and the most fun carried on shoulders because he's so tall, but Yor is the "more fun" parent and thus without exception has the best piggyback rides.

Yuri unequivocally agrees, though he'll never say that he does to Chihuahua girl or Lottie.

#twiligt has only experienced it once #but he was unconscious at the time so he has no comment #(thats my personal theory of how Loid ended up on the couch in Ch. 63)#spy x family #anya forger #loid forger #agent twilight #yor forger #yuri briar

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tapping-away · 2 years

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Question: why do people so often draw Goten shorter than Trunks (and even in canon why is he shorter when they’re grown up) like Vegeta is short as hell and Bulma seems average height. Goku is actually pretty tall and ChiChi seems about average height; Gohan is tall as hell, it only stands to reason that Goten would be tall too and that Trunks would be shorter.

Basically, you cannot convince me Trunks is taller than Goten. He’s at most just barely the same height lmao

#son goten #dragon ball z trunks briefs #dragon ball z

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m-0-ths · 2 years

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my post about how large chichi’s dad is popped off on twitter so i took the chance to spread the tall chichi agenda

#moth's art #digital art #fanart #fan art #headcanon #dragon ball #dragon ball fanart #chici #dragon ball chichi

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sluttyquarantinetheory · 10 months

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I respect that Chichi has a father who's like 13 feet tall and she's a solid 5'4"

#dragon ball #dragon ball z #dbz

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tired-reader-writer · 1 year

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Thinking about Ishvalans and the sacredness of names in their culture, and in the fic even the nameless (no I'll never shut up about this fic) being given the name of someone (by that someone) is a Big Fucking Deal. In the fic Scar is never referred to by name, and the only Ishvalan to be done so is Rick who iirc introduced himself.

This led to the thought of Ishvalans referring to each other via epitaphs and/or nicknames like... “the carpenter” “the scarred one” “the fruit seller's son” “the priest” “the gentle-smiled one” “tall one” “shortie” “strong man”— the stuff can range from Vague As Fuck to This Is So Specific It Can Only Possibly Refer To One Person. They can range from endearing to irritated to mean to revering to respect.

I know I named by Ishvalan OCs but if or when I get around to writing things for them I'm probably not gonna refer to them by name unless it's from the POV of someone they'd given their name to.

Also... the thought of Petunia (I need to think of how ppl will call her hhh) eventually coming to call Scar some variant of “father/dad” type thing, like a straight up Ishvalan word for “father” or a formal way someone may address their father (like the Japanese otou-sama or chichi-ue, assuming Ishvalan has varying degrees of formality which it might!) To signify the fact that Scar has become a father/mentor figure to her at that point, even more so than her own birth father.

Just... Ishvalans!!

#and of course friends make all sorts of funny nicknames for each other #fma #fmab #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #Sunburst Sandstorm #ishval #ishvalan

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dbzebra · 1 year

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So this is gonna be for Ox King!

🌙 - sleep headcanon

He had insomnia during his tirade protecting Fire Mountain but eventually subsided as he mellowed out

🌸 - sex headcanon

Uhhh before meeting Chichi’s mother he kinda got around, this was also before he became like 15 feet tall

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elisajdb · 1 year

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Autumn Love V

Goku sat on his Grandpa’s lap, kicking his legs and smiling at the kind, old man who found him in the woods and raised him. When he sat on Grandpa’s lap, the Old Man wanted to tell him something important. It’s happened a few times and Goku tried to listen and remember but sometimes he forgot. He hoped this isn’t one of those times. “I am your Grandpa Gohan. You are my Grandson. We are a family and you should never forget that.”

Goku knew what the words ‘Grandpa’ and ‘Grandson’ meant but not the other one. “What’s a family, Grandpa?”

“Family is a group of people who live together. They love, support and take care of each other.”

“Like you and me.”

Grandpa Gohan patted Goku’s head. “Yes, but there are different types of families, Goku. There are families you are born into and there are families you create. I created a family with you and one day you will meet a cute girl and will create a family with her. You two will have a child. You will love and for the child like I am taking care of you.”

Goku didn’t understand any of that. Maybe when he’s older he will. Maybe this ‘cute girl’ he will meet will tell him. “If that’s what I’m supposed to do, I will, Grandpa, but when will this happen?”

“When you grow up. I can’t say how old you will be when this happens, but you should be a young man and not an old one like me when you create your family.” Goku noticed a change in his Grandpa’s eyes. He looked sad. “When you are old like me, you don’t have a lot of years left and you will miss things with your family that you would not miss if you start a family when you are younger.”

That went completely over Goku’s head. “Huh?”

Grandpa Gohan chuckled. He had a feeling that was too much for Goku to understand and maybe it was best Goku didn’t understand. That way, the young boy won’t dwell on the knowledge his Grandpa won’t live forever and will miss seeing him grow into a man, marry and start a family.

“Don’t worry about it. Treat that cute girl and your child right. You will want to raise a good and happy family, Goku.”

“Are there families not good and happy, Grandpa, like there are good and bad people?”

Goku can be slow at times but there were moments he is very perceptive. “There are some, yes,” Grandpa Gohan acknowledged sadly. “There are some families that are family in name only. They don’t love, support and take care of each other like a real family. Some of them start out loving and caring but things happen and they change. Don’t create that family. Always love, care and support your family. Don’t let it change into a family that doesn’t.”

Grandpa spoke soft but stern. It was enough for even young Goku to understand how serious this is. “I won’t, Grandpa,” Goku promised. “I’ll make sure the family I create will love, care and support each other.”

****

“Well, Grandpa, I did it. I created a family.”

Goku, a man nearly twenty years of age, stood in front of a tall, thick tree. This wasn’t where his Grandpa died but it was near the spot where Goku cremated him. The exact spot was lost to time and Goku’s youthful memories. He was so young when he lost his Grandpa that over the years growing and living a life of his own replaced many of the memories Goku had of his Grandpa. As a man, Goku could only recall a few moments that happened and just feelings of what his Grandpa evoked in him. One memory that wasn’t lost is Grandpa loved this tree. Goku remembered Grandpa smoking a pipe and taking naps against this tree.

It's why Goku chose this spot to talk to Grandpa about the changes in his life since he left Mount Paozu.

“I married Old Man Gyumao’s daughter, ChiChi. We met as kids and I got engaged to her and I didn’t know it.” His friends questioned it but Goku never told them the exact details of how he of all people got engaged to a girl. “ChiChi’s as naïve as me. Or she was then. She thought me patting her meant I wanted to marry her.” Goku imagined Grandpa hearing this story and his reaction. “I bet you wanna hit me now, too, Grandpa. I know. I know. I shouldn’t have done that but that was the only way I could tell the difference between a boy and a girl. I don’t need to do that now,” Goku confirmed. “I know the difference.” He knew before meeting ChiChi again but he really knew now that he’s married.

“After we married, I remembered what you told me about creating a family. I remembered my promise to you and I got scared, Grandpa. I got scared I made a mistake.”

It was late with the moonlight peering into his bedroom as Goku sat up in bed staring at the woman who became his wife. They married a week ago and Goku was still processing it. They stood before a man promising to love, care and be faithful to each other. Only a week and so far it’s been nice. There were things he and ChiChi do at night and sometimes day that were really good. ChiChi made yummy food for him. It didn’t fill him but it tasted good. ChiChi told him stories about her life growing up and ask about his. Goku shared stories but when ChiChi asked about Grandpa, Goku changed the subject. It was strange. There was a small part of him that wanted to share but a large part that didn’t. His friends whom he knew for years didn’t ask questions about Grandpa, and if they did, Goku wouldn’t tell them either. Even so, there wasn’t that small part of him that wanted Goku to share with his friends. Only with ChiChi that part existed and Goku didn’t understand why.

One day you will meet a cute girl and will create a family with her. You two will have a child. You will love and take care of that child like I am taking care of you.

Goku understood the difference between a man and a woman but he didn’t understand what’s cute. ChiChi had a nice face for him to look at but did that mean cute? ChiChi talked about them having a child. Goku didn’t mind until he remembered his Grandpa’s words about family. That reminded Goku of his promise to not let his family turn into a bad one.

But how can he make a family with someone he didn’t know?

Goku touched ChiChi’s arm and shook her. “Hey. Hey, ChiChi.”

“Mmm?” ChiChi groaned as she was shaken awake. “Goku?” she spoke unsure it was him. She rubbed her sleepy eyes as she yawned, “What is it?” ChiChi flicked on the lamp and looked at the clock on the nightstand. “It’s three in the morning. Why are you waking me so early?”

“We got married so that means we are a family.”

“Yes, Goku.” ChiChi closed her eyes again. “Go to sleep, Goku. We can talk about this later.”

“Families love, care and support each other, right?” Goku asked for confirmation.

“Mm-hmm,” ChiChi murmured as she drifted back to sleep.

“How can we be a good family if we don’t know each other? I don’t wanna create a bad family, ChiChi. I promised Grandpa I wouldn’t.”

ChiChi’s eyes opened again. She stared at him for a long moment before finally pulling herself to sit up. “You’re not creating a bad family, Goku. Why do you think that?”

“Grandpa told me a family is a group of people who live together. They love, support and take care of each other.”

“That’s right.”

“That was me and Grandpa but we knew each other. That’s not us. We created a bad family. We ain’t the good one I promised Grandpa I will create.”

Goku thought he said the wrong thing when he noticed tears welling in ChiChi’s eyes. He didn’t want to hurt ChiChi. He liked her. She got fiery but was kind to him. She made him yummy foods and taught him things no one else took the time to teach. It was as if she didn’t see him as stupid as others did. She saw him as a person needing to be taught what he wasn’t.

ChiChi wiped away her tears but he still saw hurt in her eyes. There was something else there, too. Determination. ”You told me your Grandpa found you in the woods, brought you home and raised you. Do you think he loved you then?”

ChiChi’s question floored him. Goku knew his Grandpa loved him but did he love him when he found him? “I don’t know.”

“He probably didn’t love you then,” ChiChi was blunt. “I think he saw someone he wanted to create a family with. He took you home and grew to love you.” ChiChi squeezed his hands. “It’s not all that different from us. We met as children. A touch from you caused us to marry. I know the real reason for that touch but I still want you. I saw how strong and brave you were at the tournament. That’s the man I want as a husband. It’s been a week but each day makes me feel better and happier about our decision to marry. Don’t you feel that?”

Hmm. Goku had to think. “I like you more than I did a week ago if that’s what you mean.” Goku wasn’t sure if he understood the question so he spoke his truth. “I like the food you make for us. I like showing you Mount Paozu. You want to know about our home here. I never met anyone who wanted that. I like that about you, ChiChi, but it ain’t love. What I feel for you, ain’t near to what I felt for Grandpa. Maybe it’s wrong to say but it’s the truth.”

Goku thought his words would have angered ChiChi but she smiled.

“I think I understand, Goku.”

“Good.” At least one of them did. “Could you explain it to me?”

ChiChi giggled and Goku realized that was another thing he liked about ChiChi. Her laughed. She had a nice laugh. “Goku, we’re at that stage of getting to know each other. Maybe we aren’t in love yet but it’s growing and we are going in the right direction to fulfill your promise to your Grandpa.”

“We are?”

“Yes.” She playfully slapped his chest. “Gosh. You had me so worried. All of this takes time, Goku. It won’t happen in a week but we are doing the right thing and one day you will see that.”

That was another thing Goku liked about ChiChi. She could explain things so he understood in ways his friends couldn’t. No one else did that to him without trying to make him feel stupid. She also made him feel things like now. The way she smiled at him; the way the straps of her evening gown fell off ChiChi’s shoulders right now. It did something to him. He wanted her close to him.

Goku laid back on the bed and pulled ChiChi against him.

“There’s something else I like about you, too.”

****

The tree swayed gently against the wind. Goku imagined his Grandpa listening proudly. “ChiChi made me understand we were becoming the family I promised you. I didn’t love ChiChi then but now I love her as much as I love you, Grandpa. Might be even more,” he confessed. “She does things for me and to me, that’s good…. really good but she also gave me something I didn’t think of having: a child.”

He was tiny. He was precious. He was his.

That’s what Goku thought when he saw his son. He was born a few hours ago after nasty storms past the area. He slept in a bassinet by the bed where he and ChiChi slept until Goku got him. ChiChi. Goku looked at his wife completely exhausted and deep in sleep. There were worries ChiChi wouldn’t make it through the birth but she pulled through and gave birth to their son.

Son Gohan.

Goku sat by the window holding his baby completely enraptured. He had dark hair like him and ChiChi but the tiny spikes styling Gohan’s hair came from him. Gohan’s tail came from him, too. It was too early to confirm but ChiChi said Gohan’s stomach came from him, too.

For months, he waited for Gohan’s arrival. He watched his son grow in ChiChi’s belly. He gave ChiChi stomach rubs, and pressed his ear against her stomach to hear his son move around. Sometimes he stared at the growing stomach and talked to his son. He talked of all the things he wanted to do with him.

Family is a group of people who live together. They love, support and take care of each other.

That’s what Grandpa told him and that’s what he created. Nearly a year ago, he worried about not keeping his promise to Grandpa. A year later he couldn’t believe how foolish he was in his thoughts. He worried about marrying ChiChi. Oh, he didn’t love her then but he did now. Looking at her now, he couldn’t imagine anyone else in her place. He couldn’t imagine marrying anyone else. No one could be to him what ChiChi is.

There were other women in his life but they were not his match. Maybe they had one or two appealing qualities but none of them could give him all of what ChiChi gave him. Those marriages would’ve been the bad family Grandpa warned him about. With them, he would’ve missed out on the good family with ChiChi and the son he fell in love with at first sight.

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“That’s why I’m here today, Grandpa.” Goku came here once, alone, when he returned to Mount Paozu. He spoke then as a man happy but unsure of his future. Now he was a man still happy but excited for what came next. “I’m a Daddy now. ChiChi and I have a son we named him after you. I wasn’t ready to share you with them but I wanna now.” Goku turned around to see ChiChi smiling at him while holding baby Gohan. He waved, signaling ChiChi over. “I want you to meet my family, Grandpa. Son ChiChi and Son Gohan.”

ChiChi handed Gohan to Goku and knelt in front of the tree. ChiChi pulled flowers from her tote bag and placed them against the tree. “Hello. I’m happy to finally meet you, Gohan. Dad and Goku told stories about you. I wished I met you when you were alive but I am happy more than anything you met Goku. Thank you for finding and raising him. Without you, we wouldn’t have our happy family. I will take good care of Goku, Gohan and any other children and grandchildren we will have.”

“Gohan can’t talk now,” Goku spoke for his sleeping son, “but he’s happy to meet you, too.”

“And we’ll come back here often and celebrate you with him,” ChiChi promised. She rose to her feet controlling the emotions threatening to burst from her. She knew how much Grandpa Gohan meant to Goku and was moved he finally opened this sacred part of him to her. “Thank you, Goku.”

“I wanted to do it sooner, but I thought I should wait until Gohan’s born.”

“I’m glad you did but, Goku, I don’t want our family to only be about you fulfilling your promise to your Grandpa. I want you to want this, too.”

“I do.” There was no doubt in his mind about that. “I didn’t know anything about family until Grandpa told me about it. It was something that if it happened, I’d do it because Grandpa told me to create a good family but you made me want one.”

ChiChi wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or an insult. “You’re making it sound like I forced you.”

“No!” Goku laughed. “Are you kidding? You can’t force me into anything I don’t want. It’s…” Goku thought of what he could say to make ChiChi understand. “I saw families growing up. I saw Bulma’s family. I saw families on my travels. I never wanted any of that but when I married you and got to know you, I started to want a family. Now I have it.”

“Oh, Goku.” This time, ChiChi couldn’t hold back her emotions. She kissed him. “I love you.”

“I love me, too,” Goku teased and received a playful slap on the arm from a laughing ChiChi.

The family of three left the sacred tree feeling fulfilled and carrying the wise words of the man who started them on their path to forming a family.

Family is a group of people who live together. They love, support and take care of each other

#Goku #ChiChi #GoChi #GoChiFallWeek #Family #Dragonball Z #dragonball #Fluff

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justsomeoneunordinary · 1 year

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tagged by @iam93percentstardust my love ❤️❤️

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to AO3. If you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

I always found the term "lines" for this tag game so weird. It should either be first sentence or first paragraph, since a line may differ in length anyways and also might end in the middle of a sentence. Which is why I'm going with paragraphs, bc my first paragraphs aren't that long and it makes most logical sense as it states lines plural and not line.

Moving Mountains (And Anything Else for You) (HashiMito)

One of the problems with using an experimental jutsu on yourself is that you don’t know what possible side effects may occur.

Pen and Sword (Gen, Tobirama-centirc)

Tobirama is eight years old when chichi-ue gifts him his first real sword—its blade longer than Tobirama tall.

A Sensei’s Job (Does Not Entail This) (Gen, Tobirama & Koharu)

When Tobirama decided to set a good example by taking on the role of a Jounin-sensei to prepare young Genin fresh out of the ninja academy for the life of a shiobi, he had been a bit nervous, but on the whole, he had been excited and looked forward to the experience and sharing his knowledge with Konoha’s future shinobi.

Allies, but Reluctant Allies (For the Love of Everything, Someone Please Stop Them) (Gen, Tobirama & Madara)

“The Edo Tensei. You want to show me your infamous kinjutsu? The most indecent jutsu you’ve invented to date? Did I just get that right?”

Fuck You, Senju (Gen, Izuna-centric)

Scorching hot rage fills Izuna as Tobirama’s blade pierces her flesh with an unexpected movement that not even her Sharingan could catch.

A Brother’s Devotion (Gen, Izuna & Madara)

“I’m telling you, that brute will drive this village, and more importantly us, to ruin if the fool Hashirama continues letting him play Hokage!”

Beyond Mortal Realm (Gen, Izuna-centric)

Blood has never been so striking red as the moment it pools out of Kanako’s stomach caused by a deadly blow, and she falls to the ground like a puppet torn loose from its strings.

Missed Me, Darling? (TobiIzu)

Izuna should’ve been back three days ago. He had been on a mission for almost a whole month and now he was running late and—

Judge, Jury and Executioner (TobiIzu)

When Hashirama had told them that they needed a hobby—an outlet for their pent-up energy to somehow deal with the sudden end of the constant war they’d known all their life—this is probably not what he had in mind.

The Sound of Hearts Breaking (past TobiIzu, Madara-centric)

Madara is convinced those are just dreams at first. That his subconscious generates images of fighting Tobirama, sometimes other enemy shinobi too, but more often than not Tobirama charging at him with his sword or attacking with a suiton, and Madara parrying him swiftly. For sure, Madara sometimes likes to imagine killing Tobirama. But he has no interest in fighting him—the only thing he daydreams about is slitting Tobirama’s throat in one sharp motion. His brother’s murderer doesn’t deserve an honorable death.

(Wow, now that I look at it, I probably should've broken the paragraph of the last one in two...)

tagging: @rabentochter @wellbepoppinbottles @togaki-kun and you if you see this and want to participate too! 😊❤️

#tag game #may writes (sort of)

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Non-Combatant Gohan DBZ AU #2

Being a Gohan-centric au, naturally we need a post devoted to the boy himself.

Stay tuned for everything you never knew you needed to know about the normalest boy ever.

Gohan the Normal Boy

Now obviously I'm kidding a little bit, as even the most average of upbringings has its quirks and there's only so much attending public school can iron out. Being half-alien is a notable one. But attended-public-school Gohan has about an OG DB weirdness threshold. He's cool with having a monkey's tail and not being allowed to look at the moon. Having super strength is awkward but not unmanageable. But once you get into the whole "people can fly" thing you start to lose him. He's more open to it than Videl, but only because he knows some people are aliens. Humans flying is a little less believable.

Gohan spent the first seven or so years of his life around Mt. Paozu and the Son family house. Goku was absent for much of this time for a variety of reasons(dead, injured, in outer space) so he was raised mainly by Chichi, who insisted he spend much of his time studying. He likely had a few filler-episode-type adventures, but nothing too intense. Chichi's protectiveness kept him near the house most of the time. So our boy never quite outgrows the timidness of childhood, though he has learned to cope rather well by his teens.

In the pre-Android saga, Chichi and Goku separate. Gohan and his mother move closer to the city after several disagreements he doesn't know are about him. Chichi is determined to keep her son safe, which means Gohan has a mostly abstract idea of who his father is until the Cell Games are broadcast that fateful day. She can't keep him from seeing it, indeed it was on every channel, so while the world cheers on Mr. Satan, Chichi prays for her husband's safety, and finally tells her son about his heritage. A fire is lit that day, though it escapes the notice of both for years.

Gohan attends elementary, middle and high school as most children do. He has friends, playmates, tutors, and though he doesn't play sports, he does join a variety of clubs(colleges love extracurriculars). In high school he participates in some academic-decathlon-type competition, and befriends a boy called Suki(more on him later). I'd say the biggest difference between canon Gohan and this AU is that he grows up with friends. Friends, normal humans who accept their shy, nerdy buddy who just happens to have a tail. He is acquainted with Videl, but they have little in common, and she seems out of his league. It's pure luck that they share a homeroom class, so Gohan gets a free ticket to the 25th World Martial Arts Tournament. Chichi doesn't want him to go. This is Gohan's first time openly defying his mother, and he does it because he just might get to see his dad again.

Still with me? Let's get into normal boy's problems.

Gohan was born with above-average potential. This is canon. He displays enough of a glimmer of this potential in DBZ that Vegeta and Nappa have a brief chat about Saiyan/Earthling hybrids while on their way to Earth. In canon Gohan received training which allowed him to make use of this strength. In this AU he received nothing of the sort. This results in the incredibly stressful situation of being unable to control his superhuman strength effectively. He tries, and has mostly succeeded over the years, but every once in a while he slips up and breaks something. Issues like those are becoming more common as Gohan enters his teens. Try as he might to suppress it, his strength only grows, and now it even outpaces his body's ability to adapt. Chichi knows but she can't help, and doesn't want to admit she was wrong to keep him from Goku. With no recourse left, Gohan knows he has to go behind his mother's back to get help from the one person he knows will understand.

That's how the anxious beanpole of a half-Saiyan(yes he's tall and skinny in this I have headcanons) ends up searching the crowd at the 25th World Martial Arts Tournament for his dad he hasn't seen for nine years. Somehow Goku finds him first and, well, I'll save that story for another time.

Thank you as always to my readers.

#my thoughts #my writing #long post #dbz #dragon ball franchise

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