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Dragon Blood (Blue Bloods Inspired Dragonball Z AU) [Intro]

Okay so I caved and wrote this up for that Police-ish/Gangster-ish Blue Bloods-Inspired DBZ AU I wrote about a little bit ago. 

This is meant as a teaser/trailer. If anyone wants to commission more scenes from this universe, all you gotta do is shoot me a message and we can take about it. 

For now, I’ll let this be only continued through commissions, but if everyone likes it enough, I might be able to work something out. Who knows? 

Anyway, let’s get to the story, alright? 

Hope you guys like it!  

God Bless and Good Day! 

~The Lupine Sojourner

It only took a moment. 

Sounds so cliche to many people, but for two siblings, it was a nightmare come true. 

One minute, they are having dinner with their mother, eagerly awaiting their father’s return, having talked (badgered, really) their mom into letting them stay up just until they can hug and kiss their dad when he walked through the door. 

The next minute, there was a knock at the door. Neither sibling saw the worried look on their mom’s face. Neither sibling was prepared for police officers to answer the door when they swung it open, expecting their father, forgetting that he never knocked. 

Sarada had to be held back since she was too young to take in the different clothes as Vegeta grabbed her. “Dummy, that’s not dad!” Vegeta grumbles as their mother takes Sarada from him. 

“But...where’s daddy?” Sarada asks, missing her mother’s wince and the officers’ teary eyes. They’d always hated this part of the job, like most cops.

“Vegeta...Vegeta, take your sister upstairs.” 

“But mom- -”

“Go!” The tone of their mom’s voice was enough to get Vegeta to take his five-year-old sister’s hand and all but drag her inside. If his mother was worried, he had to obey her and quickly. 

The woman was sat down in the living room and informed that her husband, who hadn’t come home the previous night, was found in a large meat freezer, parts of his body sustaining severe frostbite from escape attempts or possibly being wet when locked inside. 

She broke down sobbing and there was nothing the officers could say or do, so they offered condolences and ‘anything you need’ before departing. 

Vegeta knew enough to know that he should take his sister to his room and turn on the TV, promising to keep an ear out for their father, neither fully understanding yet that he was never coming home. 

Their mother was grateful her son was mature enough to give her privacy, but heartbroken he had to grow up this fast. 

And now...he’d have to grow up even faster. Sarada, too. 

God, what was she gonna do now?! She was a nurse! She couldn’t support her two kids and herself on that salary. But...she had to try. For her kids. 

She had to keep going. She had to. 

=#=#= (approximately 15 years later) =#=#=

“Meet the newest officers of the WCPD! West City thanks you all for answering the call to serve this city we all love.” Finally, Sarada’s dream had come true. 

Finally, she was able to make progress on the path to bringing the Frieza Force cartel down and getting justice for her father’s murderer. 

Finally, she was an officer in the West City Police Force. 

Sarada didn’t stop smiling all the way home, where the smile dimmed a little. She’d barely seen Vegeta at her graduation, but...he had been there so maybe she wouldn’t be snippy with him. “Hey, I’m home!” She calls, as always, slipping off her shoes and smiling at her brother as he comes to get a look at her in her uniform. 

“So, it’s official. You’re finally holier than me, not that you weren’t already with the whole church-going routine.” He gripes, examining the uniform with hardly approving eyes. 

Sarada lets out an exhale, smile now gone. “C’mon, ‘geets. You know that’s not what this is about.” It didn’t matter that this must have been the hundredth time this same discussion had happened this month. 

It only seemed to matter that it hadn’t gotten through to him yet. 

“Look, you know I support you following your dreams and shit, but you’ve never approved of what I do, either.” 

“It’s illegal, Vegeta. I knew that before I even thought of being a cop.” 

“Don’t lie to me, sis! You’ve wanted to be a cop practically since- -” Neither Sarada nor Vegeta ever actually verbalized that night if they could help it. It was too heavy a weight, even now. 

“Underground fight rings are illegal.” 

“Then why are they still around?” Sarada closes her eyes, trying to remain calm. 

“Look, Sunday night is tomorrow.” She went over at least once or twice a month to a Sunday dinner with the Commissioner (who used to be her father’s partner) and his wonderful family.

“What? You want me to be lambasted and lectured passive-aggressively about my choices? Hell no. Rather die.”

“C’mon! I’m never treated with anything- -”

“No, cus you’re the perfect angel in the family!” 

Sarada was not about to take sarcasm and mockery that laying down. “Alright, that’s going too far and you know it, Vegeta! I made a choice! I made an effort to actually do something about my trauma and past instead of allowing the people that- -instead of getting the shit kicked out of you on weekends in illegal fighting rings!” 

“And if I ‘made an effort’ it wouldn’t be taken with anything but snide remarks and passive-aggressiveness! I do still have my pride, you know!” 

“Are you serious?! I still have my pride! I took my life and I made it better! And I’ve been offering and trying to get you to do the same! I was welcomed into the fold! You can be, too! We can- -”

“And I keep telling you to back your ass off on that!” 

“Why?!” 

This was, perhaps, when they’re fights almost literally got bloody. 

When Sarada even insinuated that Vegeta dare think about leaving the gang. Vegeta would grow defensive, throwing verbal punches in order to get his sister to back off. Sarada never understood, but some part of her kept coming back to a single idea, but the idea of it scared her so much she shoved it away.

“I can’t.” There it was; the classic excuse he’d give. 

“Vegeta, you have to talk to me. Please.” 

“No!” With that, he left.

That’s what he did when Sarada got pushy. He’d leave, head to gym to pound his emotions into a punching bag. 

Sarada watched him go, helpless to stop him without further damaging her already tenuous relationship with her brother. She then collapses in the chair, already crying. 

She never wanted this. She just wanted to get her brother out of the gang that locked her father in a freezer for almost 18 hours after dousing him in water. 

She wanted to make a better life for herself and her brother. 

=#=#=#=#=

The next day, Vegeta hadn’t come back, which wasn’t an unheard of occasion.  

Sarada had to report for her first day, trying to shake off a horrible feeling in her gut. 

It didn’t work, and Sarada felt dizzy and unable to focus. It was only getting worse the longer she was on tour, and then she got a notification that had a particular tone to it. 

She’d sneakily set up a tracker app on her brother’s phone using a standard app that was already on the phone but Vegeta never used (she checked in the Settings to make sure) so she could tell where he was. She hardly ever checked it, but this time, it was like a rope tugged her to the location.

She was within 500 feet...and in a series of warehouses. She swallowed, tried to keep walking, but her feet wouldn’t move away. 

“Hey, Partner! Um, I, uh, thought I heard something.” It was a flimsy excuse, but Sarada couldn’t let this go. Her partner, a few feet up the street, turned around. 

“I didn’t hear anything.” 

“I’m closer.” Sarada points out. The officer sighs. 

“Alright, you know what? Nothing much has happened, this could be good.” Sarada chuckles. 

“Might be nothing, but you never know.” 

Together, the women in the blue uniform walk toward the warehouses, hands on their holsters, ready for anything. Luckily, Sarada’s hunch seemed to direct her to one of the closer ones, where she heard someone getting a pounding. There were three figures, one rather burly, one shorter and somewhat skinny. 

“Whad’ya know? Yer ears were good, rookie.”

Her stomach in knots, Sarada nods and breaks into a stealthy run.

She heard groans that could only be her brother coming from the man getting beaten to death. 

Heart in her throat, Sarada pulls out her gun, as she was trained to do in a hostile situation like this, calling out the typical ‘WCPD!’ cops always call out when arriving to a scene. 

“Stop right there! Hands where I can see them!” Officer Ranchi, nicknamed Launch for her tendency to run into danger head on, took up the rest of the call. The perps in question gave one last kick and punch to their victim before attempting to sprint away from the cops. “Help the victim! I get the perps!” Ranchi calls back as she takes off. 

Sarada was all too happy to help the victim, kneeling down and already radioing for an ambulance, unable to help a plea for the drivers to hurry. 

“Hey, look at me. You’re gonna be fine. Just keep your eyes open, alright?” Sarada can’t find bandages and doesn’t spot any substitute, but she does what she can, holding back tears. 

“What’re you- -what the hell..?” Vegeta’s speech is worryingly slurred. Sarada shushes him gently.

“Took a hell of a beating, Vegeta. Just hold on.” 

Officer Ranchi comes back, the perps chained up, the single pair of cuffs linking them. “Keep moving, scum! You wanna fight, huh? Then make it a fair one and don’t attack a downed man.” The men say nothing, as Sarada suspected they wouldn’t. “You know the victim?” Ranchi asks. “You look scared as shit.” 

Telling the truth in front of these obvious Frieza Force members was a stupid move, so Sarada shakes her head. “No, but remember this is my first tour.” She remarks. 

“True that. Gotta toughen up, sunshine. You’ll see a lot worse than this in your time here.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Here, uh--well, I was gonna say we could separate them, but that’s not a good idea.” Ranchi laughs as she shoves the thugs into the back of the cop car. 

“I see something from my lecture stuck. Look, I’ll take these clowns to the Precinct. You stay and do what you can for the poor sod they beat up til the bus gets here.” 

Sarada was so relieved she could kiss her partner. “You got it. I’ll be in touch.” 

Ranchi nods. “Meet you at the hospital!” 

Twisted Cryptids Episode 61'115: The Astral Apparition

As the screen fades from darkness, a stage lights up, revealing a thick veil of haze that currently occupies the viewer's sight. Various pieces of horror-themed trinkets and paraphernalia nailed against the back wall of the set. A man raises from the fog and floor, black hair and beard, sharply dressed. "A cosmic spirit that wanders the Earth, lost from its home. A galactic poltergeist that now haunts our world." Our apparent host speaks. "Tonight on this edition of ‘Twisted Cryptids’, we cover the ethereal specter, the extraterrestrial phantom -- The Astral Apparition." With the intro out of way, and with the knowledge of the host's name "Ron Myke", the show finally begins. "Over the course of the last 3 days various reports of the Astral Apparition have been popping up all over the globe" Don commentates while a map of the world pops up and indicates the sightings of the said enigma, via red dots. The scene cuts away to a title card with a vivid, swirling background accompanying it, "First Sightings" it reads. The camera zooms in on one of the bright, crimson marks. With a blurred transition, our first location is revealed: A forest in Germany. A shot of the forest shows an impact site of what seems to be a meteorite: Mighty trees knocked back away from the crater and a once lively lake filled to brim was drained overnight. An interview is conducted with the two witnesses: A young German couple who were camping in the forest on the night when the incident took place. Nearly an hour-and-a-half's' worth of interview footage was edited down to 4 second clips sprinkled throughout the segment on the two teenager. The couple began telling their story, due to the language barrier, the couple are spoken over by more native actors. This fact becomes apparent due to what is seen, the lip movements of the couple, and what is heard, the dubbed over voices. “We didn’t want to wanna go anywhere near that… thing.” The tan crimson-haired boy answered. “The closer and closer we got… The more chills ran down our spines” “It… Stood- No, floated at the edge of the lake” The pale brunette chimed in. “It was… Unreal. I thought I was having a nightmare… What came next made me wish that it was all in my head” An illustration is shown, the drawing showed the two cowering behind trees near the impact, the couple observing the cryptid in question. The otherworldly ghost being represented by a black splotch, due to lack of a description. “And then…” The fiery-haired witness holds his head in his hands. “It happened…” The Astral Apparition lifted up the water from the lake, in its entirety. Not only was the water affected, but the two fell towards the sky, only the branches of the arbors that surrounded them saved their lives from the fate of falling into the sky. Despite distance, despite language, the couple heard loud and clear what the enigma whispered... “Not here” The deity stared down at the empty lake and back up at the floating, formless mass of water. Within an instance, an entire lake’s worth of water turned into vapor, steam. As the anomaly fades from sight, possibly existence, the deadly ascent of the two cease. The couple surveyed the area, taking in the horror that they just behold. Their segment ends with final words from the brunette. “I don’t know what’s out there… I’m scared” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Once again the same title card and the rotating background greets the viewers eyes, “It Hungers”, it reads this time. The next location is a fast-food restaurant located in the UK, “Porky’s Burgers and Chips”. Another interview was conducted, this time with a minimum-wage employee working who was the night shaft. “I…” The black-haired, lanky employee scratched his head, trying to surface memories of the event. “-Was alone, I was workin' the graveyard shift, just finished taking the garbage out back, and emptying the deep-frier. I just done with mopping the kitchen and was about to leave, then… I heard someone break in.” Security cameras had captured the some of the event in pristine, black and white, blurry, low-definition quality footage. “‘Thought it was some drunk who broke in. I had my phone on me, I was about to call 999. ‘Headed to the kitchen… 'Wasn’t expecting what saw next…” The low-wage employee described the whole story within a matter of minutes. The teenager peeked through the door, the floor was covered with a thin sheet of ice, possibly from the water when he finished mopping up the kitchen. Even the chemical-infused water in the bucket had become nothing more than a block of ice. There it was, the beast of the week, eating a frozen patty. “A frozen one!” The worker bursts into laughter “The damn thing was munchin’ away on a rock of a meat chuck!” His fit of laughing soon ended.”Oh, boy… Bein’ honest, I think the creature’s a bit on the dim side…” The segment closes on one final question: What did it look like? “What did it look like?” Once more the teen scratches his head. “Uh… It was short and had long hair. ‘Had a weird glow around it, too. ‘Can’t really describe that.” This time, a witness pops a question. “What’s the thing called? ‘Astral Apparition’? Know what? F**k that title. I’m gonna call it a ‘Space Gremlin’. 'Cause that's what it is!” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The program cuts to commercial break. “DCTV is sponsored by: Conduit Laboratories -- Conduits Laboratories, shaping the world of tomorrow for over 50 years” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The final title card appears, “The Untouchable”. The third and final location is revealed: A roadside mini-mart and fueling station “Goody Goods”, Canada. Two witness are brought in for interviewing, a 30-something old trucker and a 20-something year old store clerk. The two begin to tell their stories. “Out the road at night carryin’ some cargo for a... “C. Labs” from what I can remember… I was runnin’ a bit low on fuel, so I took a pit-stop, naturally.” The trucker told his story. “He was outside, he was refueling. Nothing out of the ordinary.” The clerk adds on. “Then… This thing… It looked like a kid, it was goin’ on its merry way, minding its own business. It look like it was walkin’ towards the front door of mart. But… Here’s the thing… My truck was in the way…” The mustached man went on. “I expected the kid to crawl under it or… Something else than what it actually did… It went right through it." “I thought that maybe the child crawled under the truck. Either that or I had too much coffee that night. What I saw next was no mistake.” They both describe what the enigma of a child did. At first, the men both thought that their eyes deceived them. Once it happened again, it was clearly this was no illusion. The kid could walk through walls. “It came into the store and spent a good 10 or 15 minutes looking around the store, saying ‘Where is it, where is it?’. Then it just stood at the counter staring at me for almost an hour. I started asking questions: ‘Are you lost, where are your parents’, all that.” The clerk explains. “Eventually, I got fed up with the whole apparent ‘silent treatment’ and I start yelling at the kid to leave. Then I tried to grab its hand and tugging ‘em out,  but… I actually touched it. I was half sure that hands would just go through it or something. 'Second I grabbed the kid, it threw me to the other side of the store, my landing made the stuff I sellin' fell off the shelves. I think I even broke a shelf or two. Understandably, I was mad, I was pissed. The store’s a mess and I was bleeding. I pulled out my pistol and shot at it. The bullets didn’t make contact, they hit the glass of the sliding doors behind the kid.” “Then I came in ‘cause of the gunshots.” The trucker verified “He was right about everything, the mess, the blood, the bullets. All that. As soon I came in, the thing left. Not in a normal way either, if that’s you’re wondering. It sank into the ground, no marks, no trace, no nothing.” Final thoughts are given by all five witnesses on the matter of the Astral Apparition, its impact, its potential, its danger. Ron Myke gave his two cents on this anomaly of a creature after the witnesses. “The Astral Apparition a truly twisted cryptid indeed, ladies and gentlemen. Having the abilities to manipulate gravity, radiate a freezing aura, and phase through solid objects, it seems that this ghastly being cannot be taken down by regular means. If you have any and all information regarding the Astral Apparition, send your story the link: www.dctv/TwistedCryptids.net.” Our host gives his final words of the week: “Thank you for watching this edition of 'Twisted Cryptids' on DCTV. Next week, we cover the subject of the 'IWTGH' Monster. Until next time, this Ron Myke signing out.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As the broadcast ends and the credits begin to roll, a blackout hits. The entirety of the house is plunged into the dead of night. Minutes pass, darkness continues to occupy the house. With a hum, the lights of the home flicker to life. Strangely, the television hasn't turned back on. No broadcasting show, no assault of static, nothing. All the television set shows is a reflection of the room of its placement and a young adult, he stares into the mirror of a TV screen. At 5'10", the adolescent is clad in a white shirt and denim jeans. Short golden locks cascade down the pale skinned face of the boy, his blonde hair turning a shade of scarlet as grows longer. The teenager's reddish eyes tear away from his reflection, to hear loud, howling breeze coming from the room next to him, the same room with the front door. The soft wind ceases, the gentle hum of light bulb above is the sound that dominates the room. Suddenly, the house itself begins to quake, objects rattle, lights flicker. The shaking stops, and a dim purple light radiates in the hallway across from the boy. The source reveals itself, rolling into sight: A stone, glass-like, magenta. The crystalline rock hovers up and reminds for a minute or two, idle. The stone begins to crack; a violet light radiates through them. Once more the home rumbles, the most violent one yet. Everything that isn't bolted to the ground falls from their place, breaking as they make contact with the floor. The television being the first of the objects to drops and expire. The glass-like stone bursts, pieces of it embed themselves into the walls and floor with an audible "THUNK!" What's left among the glittery, glassy debris is a vortex, a wormhole. The adolescent stares deeply into swirling, violet, chaotic images of the portal, hellish sounds and whispers accompany the vivid, nonsensical visuals. A white flash comes from the odd gateway, like the flash of a camera. The colors of the vortex becomes darker, and a banshee shriek exits from it. The boy hides in his sheets on the mocha carpet that he used as a bed before all this. Within his mind something clicked. A wave of deja vu hits the teen’s brain, the weird rock, its glittery mess of debris that it left. One more action is needed to ensure this deja vu. Through the portal a humanoid figure, a girl, crawls forth. The vortex begin to shine its normally abnormal colors. With a gasp and a cough, the dimension hopper gets up on her two feet and promptly levitates. The portal's light continues to radiate on, obscuring any specific details on the extraterrestrial deity and projecting only its silhouette. A clap of thunder sounds off, the otherworldly gateway seemingly vanishes from existence. With the ethereal glow gone, details of the girl are revealed: Long black, ruffled hair, brown skin, scuffs marks on her face, a light purple dress with design of a star on the chest, dirt stains riddle the a section of the skirt, and most her defining feature: Her height, very short. Even through all the dirt and scuff, the young adult immediately recognizes the girl. The ghastly being floats towards the boy. At last, what's in her hands is revealed: A rose, pink. The girl hovers ever so closer to the teen, her head shifting left and right, observing the room. The speaks to herself as she stares down at the rose and back to the boy "Do I just shove it into his face? That seems too forceful. I can’t hurt that face.” The boy with the golden locks pull back the sheets covering him. The enigma of a girl freezes in place, the teen’s blank, unknowing gaze locking her now terrified glance, he begins to mutter. “Shooting Star,” The boy questions “Is that you?” “Oh, my God, he’s back” Shooting Star’s words flow fearfully out of her mouth “Hmm?” He mumbles “How long was I out for?” “Uh… ‘Good 3 days, Rose” The short girl quivers in her non-existence boots “Wha?” Rose’s oblivious state gives way to panic in a fraction of a second and springs from his sheets. “3 days?! WHAT?! Oh, no!” As Shooting Star fears and worries wan via chuckle, Rose grabs both her shoulders. “What did you do for 3 days? Shooting Star, what the sweet antimatter-” “I looked for your flower” The sweet little girl replies Her words strike Rose ears, he cringes, back away from Shooting Star, his face twitching, and feeling his heart sink down into the pit of his stomach. As of recently, never before has fear gripped him this fiercely. Shooting Star tilts her head in confusing while holding the flower as Rose goes through his own mini-crisis. “Wait… I thought I put it in a place where no one can get to it… And she still found it.” He internally panics. The otherworldly girl gives the pink rose to the now reassessed blonde Rose, he places it over his right eye. Briars extrude from the flower in all directions and latch onto the male Goldilocks’ head, practically snapping on. The rose’s vines begin to shift and move around Rose’s face, nearly all of them hiding themselves in his hair, completely out of sight. All but one vine shelters within the boy’s locks, it resides on his left cheek, with a smaller, second rose blooming. “Huh, so you don’t need you flower to function” Shooting Star notices, as Rose usually needs his rose in order to be a normal, operating Light Being: A semi-mechanical organism. “I don’t, but it helps with my energy levels.” He lays down. “My facial insignia shows up when I’m stable… Ish, or if I feel like displaying it” “Oh, yeah!” The short enigma jumps up and runs towards the front door. “Hmm?” Rose’s curiosity peaks Shooting Star is seen again with a cardboard box, held together by twine and cluttered with stamps. The girl tears into packaging, she throws its content at the flower boy, another cardboard box. In an instant, Rose gets excited at what the package’s package reads: “100%, All-Natural, Fat-Free Granola Bars”, his favorite. “120 bars inside!” Immediately, the hungry teenager starts to claw his way through the box, consuming around 3 bars in about a minute. “You know, you should branch out your diet, Rose. Literary, all you eat is granola bars” Shooting Star states. With his mouth full “Oh, yeah, do you want some, Star?” “Nah,” She declines. “I already had something while searching for your little flower thingy” A memory the broadcast quickly went to Rose’s mind as he swallows his mouthful of granola “That ‘something’ wouldn’t happen to be a burger? A frozen one” With a confused expression and a brow raised she says “Wait, how did you know?” “Well… I’ll tell you later.”

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‘Been meaning to post this over here for a while, now. 

Story done as a gift for @shiolily64, Merry Belated as Sh*t Birthmas