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[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (188/?)

Disclaimer: This story features characters and concepts based on Dragon Ball, which is a trademark of Bird Studio/Shueisha and Toei Animation. This is an unauthorized work, and no profit is being made on this work by me. This story is copyright of me. Download if you like, but please don’t archive it without my permission. Don’t be shy.

Continuity Note: This story takes place about 1000 years before 66 years after the events of Dragon Ball Z.

[19 April, Age 850. Toki Toki City.]

The Time Vault was a palatial structure built in the center of the Time Nest. An enormous tree was growing on top of the dome in the center of the Vault. It was within the dome that the Scroll of Eternity was stored. This document contained the record of all of history. Despite being a singular scroll, there were simultaneously many hundreds of scrolls in the Time Vault. These were contained in a network of cabinets that lined the entire wall of the dome. The roots of the tree could be found clinging to the walls, as if they were drawing sustenance from the scrolls.

The rest of the dome served as a large atrium where the Supreme Kai of Time conducted her business. An octagonal table stood in the center of the atrium, and several platforms along the edge of the room surrounded this table. It was at one of these platforms that Trunks was monitoring for any activity among the scrolls.

Luffa entered the Time Vault and descended the wide staircase into the atrium, and passed the table to reach the platform just as Trunks turned to report to the Supreme Kai of Time.

"It's strange," Trunks said. "I don't see any changes in the Scroll yet. But then, maybe Demigra gave up."

Chronoa was about to reply to Trunks' optimistic suggestion, and another voice began to speak instead.

"Heh heh heh... Don't be foolish."

The three of them turned and looked up to find Demigra floating among the roots at the top of the dome. Dressed in blue finery, the ancient wizard looked down upon them and brandished his bone scepter as though ready to attack. Below, Luffa and Trunks braced themselves for a fight, but they all knew that this was only an image of Demigra, and not the real thing.

"Still using your mirages, Demigra?" Luffa said defiantly. "Then you're still trapped in the Crack of Time. Or maybe you've already broken free, and you're too cowardly to come here in person."

"Cheeky as ever, I see," Demigra scoffed. "I'm assuming you've heard about me from the Supreme Kai of Time, no doubt. I have waited seventy-five million years for this. Are you insane? I'll never give up."

"Bold words, Demigra," Trunks said. "But that's all you've got! We stopped you from manipulating Majin Buu, and there's no one else strong enough to threaten us."

"Hmph... Do you really think so?" Demigra chuckled. Then he began to laugh maniacally, and then he vanished completely.

Luffa waited a moment to be certain the mirage of Demigra was truly gone, then approached Trunks to ask a question. "You weren't bluffing, were you? Is there really no one stronger for him to use for altering history?"

"As far as I know," Trunks said. "I haven't studied the much history beyond the Majin Buu crisis, but you fought Buu yourself. It's hard to imagine anything tougher than that, and you handled it brilliantly."

"I'm not so sure about that," Luffa said.

"I never expected you to be the modest type, Luffa," Trunks said. "But I mean it, you really did great in that fight--"

"No, that's not what I meant," Luffa said. "I'm saying that I'm not sure Buu is--"

Before she could finish, the Supreme Kai of Time made a terrified shriek, and they both looked over to find her pointing at the display on the platform.

"What's wrong?" Luffa asked.

"Did Demigra come back?" Trunks asked.

"This... this is horrible!" Chronoa wailed. "Demigra's gone to that time period?!"

"What time period?" Trunks asked. "Was it a dangerous era or something?"

"Dangerous?! Dangerous?!" She looked back at Luffa in disbelief. "He wants to know if it was dangerous!"

Luffa looked back at the Kai, then to Trunks, and shrugged her shoulders. "Well, is it?" she asked.

Chronoa sighed and forced herself to calm down. "Ignorance sure is bliss, isn't it...? All right, then. How about I explain it to you?"

There was a dramatic pause as the Supreme Kai of Time collected herself. Luffa relaxed slightly, as she expected an elaborate discussion of temporal phenomena. Instead, Chronoa took a deep breath, then shouted at them right away.

"It's the time period, when Beerus, the fuh-reaking God of Destruction went to Earth!"

"Beerus?" Luffa asked.

"The God of Destruction?" Trunks simply held his hand up to his chin thoughtfully. "Is Beerus that powerful?"

Chronoa glared at both of them. "Lord Beerus," she shouted.

"Sorry," Trunks said. "But is Lord Beerus really strong or something?"

Chronoa didn't bother to answer. Instead, she grabbed Trunks by the arm and began to physically drag him to the octagonal table. As she passed Luffa, she grabbed her with her other arm and pulled them both.

"Hey!" Luffa said.

"Just go and stop him!" Chronoa pleaded. "Quickly! You have to hurry! If Lord Beerus turns against us... He'll... he'll destroy everything All of history!"

There was no arguing with Chronoa, and the only way to console her fears was to pick up the affected Scroll and travel back to the altered history. And so Luffa did, as quickly as possible.

*******

[18 August, Age 778. Earth.]

Luffa arrived in West City, in front of the Capsule Corporation estate. She had expected a major battle. Instead, she found a party.

"Oh my. Are you one of Vegeta's friends?"

A blonde Earthwoman wearing denim jeans and a tube top approached Luffa from the main entrance. She was carrying a watering can in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.

Luffa looked at her for a moment and then nodded. "Uh, yeah!" Luffa said. "What gave it away?"

"Well, when my grandson Trunks was born, he had a fuzzy tail just like yours," the woman explained. "At first, I thought that was unusual, but Bulma told me that Vegeta used to have one before it got cut off years ago. So you must be one of his relatives from outer space?"

"Something like that," Luffa said. "Is Vegeta around? I have some... business with him."

"Oh, he was holed up in the Gravity Room," she said, "but I saw him join the party a little while ago. It's so nice of him to finally socialize a little. You should join us! It's my daughter Bulma's birthday, you know! She's forty-five years old. Oh... wait. No, that's right, she told me not to say that in front of the guests. She's such a sensitive girl sometimes. Anyway, she's 'thirty-eight' years old today."

Luffa regarded Bulma's mother more closely this time. She had no frame of reference for Earthling aging patterns, but she would have guessed Bulma and her mother were about the same age.

"Well, I don't want to intrude on a private ceremony," Luffa said.

"Don't worry about a thing!" Bulma's mother said. "I only stepped out for a moment to water the garden. You know, there's a lot of handsome young men there, and I'm sure they won't mind having a sophisticated lady like you to talk to."

"Uh... right," Luffa said.

As Bulma's mother led her through the building to the rear exit, Luffa was already scanning for unusual ki signatures in the vicinity. She located Vegeta immediately, along with several others she had met in past Time Patrol missions: Son Gohan, Krillin, Yamcha, Tien Shinhan, Majin Buu, Son Goten, and the other version of Trunks. There was no sign of Demigra, or anyone under the influence of his demonic magic. Nor could Luffa sense anyone powerful enough to fit the reputation of Beerus.

As they reached the party itself, Luffa excused herself and headed for the buffet table. Bulma's mother was easily distracted, and made no attempt to introduce Luffa to the others, which suited Luffa's purposes. While Luffa had met several of the guests before, none of them knew her at all, due to those encounters being excised from history. She was a stranger here, though not so strange that she seemed to draw much attention.

It suddenly occurred to Luffa that there was one person in West City who would recognize her. She had recently determined that her old friend Keda had somehow become stranded in Son Goku's era, and that she had taken up residence in West City. Luffa couldn't sense Keda's presence at the moment, but it was a safe bet that Keda would sense Luffa, if the mission called for Luffa to use her full strength. But there would be nothing accomplished by contacting Keda here and now. If all went well, this entire segment of time would be altered and corrected, and anyone native to this era would remember none of Luffa's actions here.

No, if Luffa wanted to visit Keda, she would have to do it decades further in the future, when Keda was an old woman. It was a decision Luffa was still wrestling with. She forced herself to set the matter aside and focus on the mission at hand.

"All right," Luffa said as she began filling her plate with appetizers. "I'm here. Most of the strongest warriors on the planet are here. But nobody's fighting. Where's the problem, Trunks?"

There was no answer.

"Trunks?" Luffa repeated. "Can you hear me? Trunks?"

"Are you talking to me, lady?"

She looked around to find a young boy of about twelve or thirteen. He had a bowl haircut of fine lavender hair, and he was dressed in blue overalls and a black T-shirt. It was Trunks, but not the one she had left in the Time Nest. That Trunks--the Time Patroller-- had lost his father to Dr. Gero's androids, and he had altered history to ensure that this version--the little boy in overalls-- could grow up in a world free of Gero's vendetta.

At times, Luffa was surprised by how well she was able to keep these things straight in her head.

"Oh, sorry," Luffa said. "I was just thinking out loud."

"Are you a Saiyan?" the young Trunks asked.

"That's right," Luffa said.

"Do you know my dad?" Trunks asked.

"Uh, not very well, but yeah, I know him," Luffa said.

"Oh, then you must be with those other two guys who showed up a while ago," Trunks said.

"Other two guys?" Luffa asked.

"Yeah, over there," Trunks said. He raised his arm and pointed to a cluster of tables nearby. At one of them were a pair of aliens sampling the local cuisine. One was a felinoid, but unlike any Luffa had encountered before. His purple skin was completely devoid of hair. The other alien was a humanoid with pale blue skin and white hair, not unlike the demon witch Towa, whom Luffa had recently defeated. But this man didn't have pointed ears, so it was unlikely that he was one of Towa's species.

Luffa could sense no ki from either of them. It was as if they weren't even alive.

"Oh, those two. They're friends of your old man?" Luffa asked. "Then I should go and pay my respects."

As she moved away from the buffet table, she felt a tug on the left leg of her yellow pants.

"Wait, hold on a second," Trunks said. "You're a girl, right?"

Luffa looked at him skeptically. "Last time I checked," she said. "What about it?"

"It's just... do you have any advice?"

"About what?" Luffa asked.

"About girls."

"Kid, I'm kind of busy," Luffa said.

"Well, I've got this girlfriend, sort of," Trunks said, "and I don't really know what to do with her."

He gestured in another direction, not as subtly as he probably thought he was being, and Luffa saw three Earthling children lurking near some bushes. The tallest of these was a girl with long black hair wearing what looked like military surplus gear.

"How old are you?" Luffa asked.

"Thirteen," Trunks said.

"Don't you think you're a little young to be dating?" Luffa asked.

"We're not dating," Trunks said. "She's just my girlfriend, that's all."

"Can she cook?" Luffa asked.

"I dunno," Trunks said.

"Can you cook?" Luffa asked.

"Does the microwave count?"

"No."

"Oh. Well, no," Trunks said.

"Well, one of you needs to learn," Luffa said. "There's more to it than that, but that's enough to start you off. That ought to keep you busy for a while."

She walked off, leaving young Trunks' romantic life hanging in the balance.

"Thirteen," Luffa muttered to herself. "Can you believe--? Oh, wait."

She had forgotten that she wasn't getting any response from the Time Nest. Luffa balanced her buffet plate in one hand while she reached for the communicator in her left ear, only to find that it wasn't there.

"Aw, crap!" she grumbled. Chronoa had been in such a hurry to send her on the mission that Luffa had never bothered to put the earpiece in.

"Just as well," she mumbled. "It keeps getting lost or destroyed anyway. And it's not like I have anything to report. What was she so worried about in the first place?"

By this time, most of the guests had gathered around a stage for a gambling tournament. The two aliens whom Trunks had pointed out were sitting alone, and no one else noticed when Luffa approached them.

"Excuse me," she said. "Would either of you be Lord Beerus?"

"I am he," said the felinoid. He regarded Luffa for a moment and his left eye widened with interest.

Luffa gripped her plate securely as she genuflected. "Then I'm honored to make your acquaintance, my lord," she said reverently. "My name is Luffa."

"Well met," Beerus said. "I didn't know Saiyans were capable of that sort of tact."

She rose to her full height and smiled. "Well, I've always been an unusual kind of Saiyan," she said. "My parents were mercenaries by trade, and they taught me that good manners get you better clients."

Beerus gestured to the table. "Why don't you join us?" he said. "I thought I had already met all the Saiyans on this planet, but it seems there was one more."

Luffa bowed her head graciously and pulled up a chair. "I'm an off-worlder, actually," she said. "And I just arrived a few minutes ago. Vegeta is a... distant relative of mine. I came to pay my respects."

"There, you see, Whis?" Beerus said to the tall blue man. "There's still hope for my premonition yet."

Whis dabbed a napkin gently over the corners of his mouth before answering. "Faint hope at best, Lord Beerus," he sighed.

"Premonition?" Luffa asked.

"Yes, I've already asked the others," Beerus said, "and they couldn't tell me anything about it, but perhaps you know something they don't." He leaned over the table and pointed one of his clawed fingers at her as he asked: "What can you tell me about the Super Saiyan God?"

Luffa was about to answer him until she heard the word 'god'. Instead, she simply repeated the name. "Super Saiyan God?" she asked.

"That's right," Beerus said. "Judging by your puzzled expression, it seems you've never heard of it either."

"Are you talking about Yamoshi?" Luffa finally said.

Beerus' eyes widened with excitement. "Ah, now we're getting somewhere! And you said this trip was a waste of time, Whis."

"That's not quite how I put it," Whis said evenly, "but one name does not a premonition fulfill, my lord."

"Oh, we'll just see about that," Beerus said as he shot Whis a dirty look. "So tell us, Luffa, where can we find this Yamoshi fellow?"

"He's been dead for thousands of years," Luffa said. "I only brought him up because he's known as the God Saiyan in my people's folklore."

"Thousands of years?" Whis said. "My, Lord Beerus, you really did oversleep this time."

"Keep out of this, Whis!" Beerus grumbled.

"Can you tell me about this premonition you had?" Luffa asked. "Maybe we can sort this out together."

"Very well, it's really quite simple," Beerus said. "Thirty-nine years ago, a very talented Seer foretold that an arch-rival worthy of me would appear. I took a nap to await his arrival, and while I slept, I dreamt of a battle with that fated warrior, and he was called a Super Saiyan God."

"Tell her about the pop star who was supposed to move to your planet, Lord Beerus," Whis suggested. "That prophesy might be linked to the others as well."

"That will be all, Whis," Beerus muttered.

"I believe you," Luffa said. "At least the premonition part, anyway. A friend of mine was a fortune teller. She once helped me during a war, predicting which planets the enemy would attack, and when. It wasn't a perfect system, but she was accurate enough. I'm not sure what I would have done without her..."

"Yes, fascinating," Beerus said. "But it seems you find the substance of the prophecy to be far-fetched. Am I right?" he asked expectantly.

Luffa fought to suppress the urge to panic. In the short time she had known Chronoa, Luffa had never known her to exaggerate, and the Kai spoke of Beerus with great dread. Luffa only knew the name from various myths and legends. It was said the God of Destruction could annihilate anything just by touching it. The fact that he had no discernible power level only made his enigmatic glare that much more intimidating.

But this was nothing new, she told herself. She had not always been the Legendary Super Saiyan. Growing up, it had not been unusual to encounter beings with greater power. The key was to be as polite and as truthful with them as possible. They would only attack you if you presented yourself as a threat or a nuisance. Beerus was far beyond any alien client she had ever dealt with, but the same principle seemed to apply.

The only catch was that Beerus seemed to want a Saiyan to threaten him. It seemed rude to even suggest such a thing, but he had been the one to bring it up.

"It's... it's an exciting prospect," Luffa said, choosing her words carefully. "You're saying there's a Saiyan out there who could challenge your power? Well, maybe Yamoshi could have pulled that off... I'd sure like to see a fight like that."

"You're certain he's dead?" Beerus asked.

Luffa nodded. "The story goes that he was a martyr. The Saiyans of that age were unspeakably wicked, bereft of honor. But Yamoshi was different. He knew that corruption could only breed weakness in the Saiyan race."

"As you said before," Whis interjected. "Well-mannered mercenaries get better clients."

"Exactly," Luffa said. "Better clients mean better assignments, which lead to bigger and tougher battles. Sure, you could cheat your customers, cut corners, take shortcuts. You might make a profit that way, but you won't get stronger from it."

"And yet," Beerus said, "you make it sound as though Yamoshi failed to defeat these wicked Saiyans."

"Yamoshi was strong," Luffa said, "but he knew he couldn't take on the entire Saiyan race all by himself. Somehow, he and his five disciples developed a technique to increase his power, but it only worked when all six of them were joined together. He became so powerful that he could wipe out whole armies of Saiyans, but the technique would wear off very quickly, so he had to be careful about picking his battles. That was how he came to be known as the God Saiyan. His attacks were quick and unstoppable and completely unpredictable, and then he'd just vanish. It was like the wrath of an angry god... or so they said."

"Interesting. Then another Saiyan could recreate the technique he developed," Beerus suggested.

"Possibly," Luffa said. "But it was lost when Yamoshi died. Just as he was on the verge of wiping out the most evil of the Saiyans, he lost that extra power, and he was cut off from his followers, so he had no way to get it back. But Yamoshi was a man of conviction, and he saw the battle through to the bitter end. His disciples must have known the secret, but they were only five, and they needed six to make it work. And so, the technique was useless to them, and it was forgotten within a few generations. Yamoshi became a legend, like the Super Saiyan..."

"Yes, I've already seen what a mere Super Saiyan can do," Beerus said. "Son Goku arranged a demonstration for me earlier. Impressive by mortal standards, but hardly what I had in mind."

Luffa inhaled sharply. "Kakarot fought you?" she asked.

Beerus shrugged. "If you want to call it that. It wasn't much of a battle, though I respect the audacity of his challenge."

So did Luffa. While she had been sitting here trying to imagine a Saiyan fighting a God of Desctruction, Son Goku had already tried it for himself.

"Well, that settles that," Luffa said. "I've heard of you, Lord Beerus, but the stories were mostly about you being invincible and all-powerful. They used to say the same things about me, though, so I never was sure how I'd stack up against you in a fight. I didn't even know you had a physical form until today."

"Not what you expected, eh?" Beerus asked.

"I don't mind saying, I'm pretty nervous not being able to sense your power," Luffa said. "They said no one could sense Yamoshi coming either. Maybe he really was on your level..."

"If only he were still alive to prove it," Whis said. "Unfortunately, Lord Beerus, your premonition is beginning to sound more like a ghost story. Yamoshi must have haunted you while you slept."

"Maybe not," Luffa said. "You're looking for a Super Saiyan God. Yamoshi may have been a one-time thing, but Super Saiyans show up a lot more often. And that's not a technique with a time limit. You just..." She waved her hands around the sides of her head. "And you can hold the transformation as long as you want, or until you get too tired to keep it up."

"Then you believe the Super Saiyan God can exist," Beerus said. "It's just a matter of discovering the means to become one, is that right?"

"I'm not sure... But I do believe in legends," Luffa said. "Not just the events they describe, but the implications they have for our own lives. The story of Yamoshi carries a warning for all Saiyans: Conduct your lives with respect, or a mighty warrior may rise up and strike you down. But it's also promise to all Saiyans: One day you might become that mighty warrior. Your being here, Lord Beerus, well that sounds like an omen to me."

"There, you see, Whis?" Beerus said with a smile. "She gets it."

"You may have found a kindred spirit, Lord Beerus," Whis replied, "but that doesn't get you any closer to the Super Saiyan God than when you started. Correct me if I'm wrong, Luffa, but you've already admitted that you have no idea how Yamoshi's technique worked, or if it could be recreated at all."

"You're right, um... Lord Whis? I'm sorry, I'm not clear on the hierarchy here," Luffa said.

"Just call him 'Whis'," Beerus said. "He's difficult enough as it is without anyone calling him 'Lord'."

"Well, you're right, Whis," Luffa went on. "I am just speculating. But I've seen a lot of amazing things in my time. Hell, I'm making small talk with the God of Destruction."

She paused to glance back at the others. Vegeta was struggling to relax in a deck chair. Gohan was embroiled in the same game as the rest of the guests. Goten and Trunks were playing catch with a ball. There was no sign of Son Goku, but if he had truly lost a fight with Beerus, then she supposed he was probably recovering at home.

"Lately, I've been finding that my people have a lot more potential than I ever gave them credit for," she said. "I think that dream you had must have given you the same insight. Give us Saiyans a chance, Lord Beerus. I think you won't be disappointed."

"Hmm... well those are very reassuring words," Beerus said, "but in the end that's all they are. The fact remains that there's no sign of a Super Saiyan God on this planet, at least not today. This party has been a pleasant diversion, but that seems to be all the Earth has to offer me. Though I will say that their cuisine has been truly delightful. Perhaps a return visit would be in order..."

"Speaking of cuisine, Lord Beerus," Whis said, "have you tried the pudding yet?"

Beerus' large ears twitched with interest. "Pudding, you say?"

"It's a dessert made up of a viscous fluid," Whis explained. "I believe the flavor was 'French vanilla.' Very remarkable."

"You had me at 'dessert'," Beerus said. He began to lick his lips excitedly. "Where might I find this 'pudding'?"

Whis stood up and gestured in the general direction of the food carts that had set up for the party. "I believe they were over this way," he said. "Oh yes, I see them now. It looks like that pink fellow has them all."

Luffa followed them, mostly because she didn't want to appear rude by leaving without Beerus' approval. And Chronoa had been extremely concerned about this mission, specifically because of Beerus, and so it seemed sensible to keep an eye on him until another lead presented itself.

"Doesn't really add up, though," she said to herself. From what she had seen, Beerus was actually quite even-tempered. He was even something of a gourmet. She wondered if Chronoa just didn't get along with Beerus because he didn't like her questionable cooking. That was no reason to involve the Time Patrol, though.

Luffa was so lost in thought that she almost didn't notice the argument breaking out over the pudding.

"No! All pudding for Buu!"

She had forgotten that Majin Buu was one of the guests at this party. While the Majin was no longer destroying whole cities, he still seemed to harbor some anti-social tendencies. He now sat alone at a table, with a tray holding every single serving of pudding, enough for at least a dozen guests. Apparently he planned to eat them all himself. Luffa found this idea revolting. At the very least, he should have gotten some meat to dip in the pudding. Eating that much of it by itself was just tacky.

And to his credit, Beerus didn't care what Buu did with the rest of the tray, so long as he got a single serving for himself. But Buu was in no mood to share, and he seemed to have no idea whom he was dealing with. There were tales of Beerus the Destroyer wiping out entire solar systems over minor grievances. Majin Buu, apparently, had never heard these stories.

And so, when Luffa reached out and snatched the glass from the tray, she considered it an act of mercy more than anything else.

"Here you go, sir," Luffa said as she handed the glass to Beerus. This irritated Majin Buu, but she made sure to position herself between them so he would have to go through her to do anything about it. "Please, forgive my... friend's... attitude. I think he may have had too much to drink."

Beerus was so fixated on the dessert that he seemed to have already forgotten Buu's transgression. But Luffa had not.

"That pudding belonged to Buu!" Majin Buu whined.

"If you have a problem," Luffa said, "you can take it up with me. Honestly, I was sort of hoping for another crack at you, Buu. I guess Demigra couldn't resist possessing you one more time..."

But there was no sign of demonic influence. Buu was visibly upset, but his eyes lacked any of the red color found in Demigra's other victims, and there was no purple fog rising up from his body. If Demigra had done anything to Majin Buu this time, it was too subtle to tell.

"Mean lady take Buu's food!" Buu squealed. "Buu turn you into candy instead!"

"Wait," Luffa said. "If you're not under his spell, then who--?"

She turned to check on Beerus, who had spooned a glob of pudding out of the glass, and now held it up to his mouth. Then she noticed the ball, the same one Goten and Trunks had been playing with. Without warning, it suddenly took on a life of its own, veering wildly off its trajectory and striking Beerus' hand with such force that he dropped the glass and the spoon.

Now Vegeta had taken notice of the situation. Judging by the look on his face, Luffa realized that he was the only other person at this party who understood who and what Beerus was. While he stammered a hasty apology, Luffa looked at the errant ball, which had finally come to rest on a nearby hedge.

It was glowing with an energy that looked like purple smoke. It was the same power that she had expected to find in Majin Buu.

Demigra had outmaneuvered her.

"Now," Beerus said angrily. "Now, I'm mad!"

With that outburst, the God of Destruction's body erupted with energy, bathing the entire property in a violet glow. Beerus would destroy them all. And there was nothing anyone could do to stop him.

NEXT: Divine Intervention

#dragon ball #fanfiction #lssjluffafic #super saiyan #luffa #trunks #chronoa #demigra #beerus #whis #bulma's mom #i know they call her bikini and panchy in various media but i ain't down with that #she's bulma's mom #i was gonna use a picture of yamoshi for this post until i remembered the jello box i wanted to use #rip yamoshi but french vanilla jello pudding rules #also holy shit there's a recipe for pudding pops on the box?!#jello used to sell pudding pops in the store and i thought they were gone forever #and i could just make my own?#writing this fic has many rewards but this right here is the best one

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wayfinderships · 10 months

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I hate S.anji so much (Has literally had S.anji as an f/o for years)

#pan rambles #how long has it been? like nearly 3 years? if not 3 years already??#anyways point is that I hate him-#...okay but my usual bullying of him aside #I could literally talk about him for hours. He's a character so special to me #He's on my mind a lot more than I like to admit #and I don't talk about my ship with him much simply because of how long and complicated it is #(Shout out to my pals that have been subjected to me talking about the complexity and slow burn that is Sanji/Panchi!)#Is actually one of my favorite self ships of mine! I'm so proud of everything I've written for it!#I'm no writter but with those two?? I could write for quite a long time.#I feel like I can't write my f/os most of the time but S.anji is different. I feel like I know him so well that I can write him confidently #I don't even know what my main point was anymore-afjanfksndj #Anyways I hate him!! (...but I like him even more)

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sarahw-writing · 4 years

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“Lone Wolf” A Vegebul x Wolf Children AU

Summary:

"Papa was a Saiyan King…"

A woman and her young daughter live an idyllic life of isolation in the mountains.

One day, a powerful warrior will enter their lives, introducing them to an alien world never envisioned before, a world that will include the presence of a mysterious little boy.

A Vegebul AU loosely inspired by the film "Wolf Children".

You can read the first chapter, called “Papa”, on AO3.

#vegebul #wolf children #okami kodomo no ame to yuki #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #vegeta #bulma #panchy briefs #king vegeta #dbz #dragon ball z #anime #sarahw-writing #multichapter #angst #fluff #slow burn

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gamblealifearchived1 · 5 years

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Panchito gonna smooch because he can. Are you lucky enough to get one of his kisses?

#i.c. Panchito #open to mutuals #( more so open to Panchi's s/o's )#( & prob those who think they're lucky enough xD )#( because as much as I wanna continue to write tonight )#( brain flop. So Imma save the writing for later tomorrow/Tuesday night. <3 )

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harlequinmoss · 3 years

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Aaahhh I haven't written anything in a really long time but I wanted to do something for pride month before it was over cutting it real close I know so here's a little coming out story with José and Panchito. It's set in the 40s because I refuse to write any other versions of them

Panchito and José arrived at their hotel around 10pm. It had been a long day for the both of them, each coming in from a long flight overseas that morning in order to visit their pal, Donald. Donald had picked them up from the airport and the group had a fun day doing touristy things, but after dinner the pair had grown noticeably exhausted. Not having enough space in his own home to comfortably house the both of them, Donald offered to put them up in a hotel room for the night rather than having them crash on the sofa in the living room. It took a bit of coercion, neither wanting to be rude, they were guests after all, but in the end they were too tired not to be easily convinced.

"I'll at least call a taxi over there," Panchito had insisted. "That way you aren't out driving so late."

"It's hardly late at all, but fine. I called ahead and made the reservation so you just have to pick up the key when you get there."

Panchito thumbed through his wallet to pay the taxi driver, thanking them as he handed them the money. He got out of the car, went around to the other side, and opened the door for José who was still fumbling around for his hat that he'd misplaced under the seat.

"There you are!" José started, smiling as he spotted the familiar straw headpiece and put it back in its rightful place upon his noggin. He turned to grab the door handle only to see Panchito waiting for him on the sidewalk instead.

"Oh! Panchie, what a gentleman…" He beamed, taking Panchito's hand for support as he stepped out of the vehicle. "Muito obrigado."

"You're very welcome." Panchito smiled back, shutting the door with a thunk once José was out of the way. "Mind getting the key while I grab our bags?"

"Certainly…" José nodded. "Meet you inside."

José tipped his hat and disappeared through the building's revolving door and into the lobby. Panchito took a moment to watch him go before remembering what it was he was supposed to be doing. He sighed to himself before making his way over to the trunk and popping it open. Holding his breath, he removed both of their suitcases from the taxi and set them on the sidewalk beside the car. He then shut the trunk a bit hard, too distracted to be mindful of his strength, and waved the driver off.

Feelings like this arose whenever he was alone with José. He did his best to suppress them, to act normal like the rest of his friends, but it wasn't easy. A part of him dreaded what was about to come. Sharing a hotel room, sure it was just for one night, and they'd have separate beds, but that didn't make it any easier.

"It'll be fine," Panchito told himself. "I just need to take a moment to compose myself and then I'll go inside. We're both tired. We'll probably end up passing out right away and tomorrow we'll reconvene with Donal and everything will be back to normal."

Panchito took a deep breath. Then another. Then, he grabbed the bags up off the concrete and walked through the revolving door to meet up with José. Perfect timing. José had just gotten out of line for the key and happily waved his friend over as he headed toward the elevator.

"We're in room 313." José proclaimed with a small laugh as Panchito caught up with him. He pressed the button to the elevator, the one on the left immediately opening with a short ding.

"313? Donal did that on purpose no doubt…" Panchito laughed to himself as they stepped inside, refusing to look directly at José.

José nodded, not noticing this avoidance, and he relayed the floor number to the elevator operator who shut the door and brought them up. The two stood in silence in the meantime, their eyes half lidded, both too tired to think of anything else to say. Luckily, the ride wasn't long. The pair thanked the operator on the way out, José tipping them with a spare coin he had in his pocket.

As they headed down the hall, José mumbled the number to himself as if to not forget. 313, 313, spoken softly on repeat in his sweet voice. Panchito held his breath and stared intently down at their luggage. Soon, they arrived, and José quickly turned the key in the lock, extending his other arm as he opened the door.

"After you, Panchie…" José smiled, speaking with such a fondness that Panchito could hardly bear it.

Panchito nodded and started his way in through the door, head down, and José let the arm he had extended wrap around his companion as he followed him inside. Panchito stiffened. Normally, he could shrug off this type of thing, but something was different about tonight. He didn't know why, but every scrap of interaction was much more overwhelming, more amplified. He swallowed and clenched his mouth shut, terrified of what he might say.

"Hm? Are you alright..?" José asked, cocking his head to the side as he watched Panchito move away from his touch in order to set down their luggage. "You've hardly said anything since we left Donal's house…"

"Por supuesto. Sólo estoy cansado…" Panchito sighed. "Just tired…" He repeated again in English.

"Right..." José started, not entirely convinced but not wanting to press the matter. "Let's get ready for bed then."

Again, Panchito only nodded in response. José sighed and made his way next to his friend. Each opened their respective suitcase and retrieved a set of clothes to sleep in. José slightly leaned on Panchito as this motion occurred, just a light brushing of their arms together, but it was enough to send shock waves through Panchito's heart. This type of casual intimacy was something José did with everyone, but Panchito couldn't help thinking that José targeted him more often than anyone else. He was right, though José would never admit it.

"I'll change in the bathroom." Panchito said suddenly, once again moving away from his companion. He quickly disappeared through the bathroom door, leaving José alone and a bit dazed.

José stood silent for a moment, watching the door, a thousand thoughts running through his mind at once.

"Why is Panchie acting so strange tonight? Is he okay? Is it because of me? He's definitely avoiding me, it's not just my imagination, right? If he finally figured out my true feelings it could be out of anger or contempt. Oh God, what am I going to do?"

José noticed his heart racing and scrambled to calm himself down before Panchito returned.

"Okay. It's fine, if he knew, he wouldn't even want to sleep in the same room as me. Just get changed and pretend like everything's normal. We're both tired, it'll all be okay by the morning…"

José sighed. He threw on a plain yellow t-shirt and took off his pants so he just had his boxer shorts on underneath. As he was putting his discarded clothes away in the suitcase, Panchito emerged from the bathroom in a cowboy themed set of pajamas. Both blushed seeing each other and silently made their ways to their respective beds, turning off the bedside lamps that lit the room in the process.

"...good night, José." Panchito said after almost a full minute of silence.

"Good night, Panchito." José responded, refraining from using his nickname in fear it'd make matters worse.

The two lay quietly in the dark, unable to fall asleep despite the day's exhaustion. Both shifted in their beds many times over, transitioning through periods of shut eyes to staring at the ceiling to watching the other while they had their back turned so that there was no risk of being caught. Neither dared speak. Their routine went on for what seemed like the whole night, but probably wasn't more than an hour or two in reality, until…

"José?" Panchito asked in a whisper, trying to field whether or not his companion was awake.

"Sim?" He responded, pushing himself halfway into a sitting position in order to face his friend. "Do you want to tell me what's been bothering you?"

"I...can't. You'll hate me forever." Panchito choked out, covering his face with his hands.

"What?!" José's heart sank. He sat up the rest of the way and flicked on his lamp so that they could see each other. "Panchito, nothing you do or say could ever make me hate you."

Panchito looked over at José through the cracks in his fingers. His face was serious, a tonal shift from the care-free facade he usually put on. Panchito sighed and paused for a moment before sitting up as well.

"I'm not so sure…"

"Por favor me diga o que está errado...please…." José pleaded.

Both sat with lumps in their throat, hoping desperately for something just out of reach, not wanting to break what's already there. Panchito was the first to cry.

"I can't-- every day, every time we hang out together it's all about the girls. 'Oh, look at the pretty señoritas! Let us try and win their affections!' And I have to join in and compete and pretend like that is what I want to do. I do not know how much longer I can take it! I want to be normal, believe me, I wish nothing more, that would make this so much easier but--"

"Panchito..?" José mumbled, tears streaming down both of their faces at this point.

"But I do not care about the señoritas, not hardly, I never have. I have to pretend. For your sake. And Donal's. The two of you are my very best friends and I do not want to lose either of you but...but...es tan difícil fingir….I can't say it. It's not right, it's not even legal, is it? But how am I supposed to go on like this when the person whose affections I want to be competing for is…"

As he spoke, José made his way over to Panchito's bed without him noticing, sitting next to him for a moment before deciding it'd be better to kneel in order for them to be the same height.

"Panchie…" José sighed and wrapped Panchito in a warm hug. "It's okay…"

"No it's not! How can you say that when--"

"Shh…" José turned Panchito’s head to face him and tenderly cupped his cheeks as he wiped away tears from his eyes. He then placed a soft kiss to the top of his forehead.

Panchito's eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat, startling him enough to cause him to stop crying. He looked at José with a dumbfounded expression, José only smiling back at him softly.

"You don't have to pretend anymore. Not with me. How about we trade one secret for another, hm?"

Panchito nodded, shaking, still processing everything that just happened.

"Are...are you sure?"

"Of course, don't be silly. I hate the tears, but I'm very happy to hear you feel the same way."

"You mean...you don't care for the señoritas either?"

José laughed.

"I do. But I also care for the cavalheiros. And I very much care for you…"

"Oh." Panchito smiled, wrapping his arms around José. The smile didn't last long, however. "What will we tell Donal?"

"Hm. Well, I do not think he would hate us. He does not seem like the type, no? But let's not fret any more about this tonight. We can worry all we want in the morning."

"Okay…" Panchito nodded, taking another moment to process things before laying down and taking José along with him. José let out a small giggle.

"Panchie! What's all this for?"

"Well, we are going to bed, are we not?"

José blinked, quickly understanding Panchito's request. He shifted, entangling himself comfortably in Panchito's arms, his head resting on his chest. He took a moment to listen to the steady beat of Panchito's heart before speaking.

"Yes, I suppose we are…"

The pair once again said their good nights, but this time they fell asleep almost instantly. Neither knew what lay ahead for them in the days to come. Would they tell Donald, or would this be a secret just for the two of them? So many uncertainties, but one thing was certain. They had each other. And that was enough.

#josé carioca #panchito pistoles #jose x panchito #the three caballeros #ttc #disney

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tenshindon · 4 years

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Hi :)

just some quick stuff ‘bout Yamcha and Bulma’s relationship in the manga under the cut

So I was going to save this for until after I watched the anime too but I mean that’s not going to be for a while- plus I just wanted to share what little things I ended up finding.

And when I say little things I’m not exaggerating the slightest; Yamcha and Bulma seldom appear together in the same scene, let alone even talk to or about each other. When I was getting ready to start my note taking, I actually had a number of colored tabs I wanted to attribute to specific things I found:

Blue tabs would be for anytime Bulma did or said something questionable

Green tabs would be for anytime Bulma did or said something nice/sweet

Orange tabs would be for anytime Yamcha did or said something questionable

Yellow tabs would be for anytime Yamcha did or said something nice/sweet

And throughout five-and-a-half 3-1 volumes? I only used 8, which is definitely foreshadowing how much different the anime is going to be from the manga as I can already think of at least three more scenarios involving these two.

Nevertheless, on to what I actually found. I’m going to elaborate on my thought process on all the scenes afterwards. Points with asterisks next to them mean I’m relatively indecisive as whether what they did was good, bad, or neutral.

*The first yellow tab goes to Yamcha when he reunites with Krillin and Goku at the first tournament of the series. In the specific manga I have, Yamcha mentions that Bulma was “bugging” him about how long hair was no longer in fashion in the city, so he either cut his hair himself or let Bulma cut it so it would be short.

The second tab is a blue tab about a chapter or two later when Yamcha and Jackie Chun are about to start their match, to which Bulma’s already wondering if Chun is attractive. Oolong makes a point to bring up her relationship with Yamcha, to which she retorts with “I can look, can’t I?” After Jackie Chun steps out and it’s discovered he’s an old man, Bulma is immediately disappointed and decides to cheer for Yamcha instead.

The third tab is a blue tab again; when Goku visits Bulma to have the dragon radar repaired, Panchy comments on Bulma and Yamcha’s tumultuous relationship and how Bulma was jealous of Yamcha’s popularity with girls. At that, Bulma gets upset and pledges to accompany Goku on his quest to find the Dragon Balls- either to wish for a better boyfriend, or to coincidentally find a new boyfriend while hunting for them

The fourth tab is- again, a blue tab, where Bulma openly (and honestly aggressively) flirts with General Blue as he and the Red Ribbon army pursue them for the Dragon Ball. When Blue rejects her, she doesn’t persist but rather remarks that he’s probably not attracted to girls if he wasn’t attracted to her. Later on, in an attempt to save her life, she again tries to seduce him- more so for strategic purposes this time.

Tab number five and blue tab number four happens after Yamcha just barely escapes death from fighting Bandages. While Krillin, Goku, Upa, and Puar fret over Yamcha’s safety, Bulma remarks that the fight was pathetic and Bandages was already damaged (though Krillin’s quick to point out his wrappings weren’t because he was hurt).

Things start to turn up on Bulma’s part with a couple of green tabs; as Yamcha is prepared to fight Tien, Bulma’s fairly excited to see him come out on stage. *The next tab I decided to note was Bulma covering her eyes right before Tien breaks Yamcha’s leg, and the final tab goes to her being the first person to exclaim that she would be following Yamcha to the hospital.

I actually used a purple tab for this next one since it didn’t fit either yellow or orange. It’s a small thing too as neither character actively does anything to warrant it, as for the first time in the character biographies at the beginning of the books, Yamcha is described as “Bulma’s on-and-off boyfriend.”

The last tab is one more blue tab that comes as a result of Bulma fawning over Goku’s growth and how much he had changed. Oolong solidifies that she’s head-over-heels for him by calling her a “fickle wench.”

OK discussion time class :)

1.) I put this act as questionable because I wasn’t sure if Yamcha cut his hair for Bulma’s sake or because he wanted to fit in to the aesthetic of city life and just followed Bulma’s advice. But considering he generally preferred to have longer hair for the majority of Dragon Ball/Z/Super, I’m going to wager and say he was willing to change his appearance for Bulma.

2.) So far, Bulma and Yamcha had been dating for around one year and at this point Bulma’s already prepared to ogle other men. I have a couple points I want to make on Bulma and her perception of men but I’m going to save that for The Bigger Analysis.

3.) We have no idea how Yamcha behaves around these other girls as there’s never an indication he reciprocates their affection or just ignores them, but either way trying to replace your boyfriend like he’s a used-up car is pretty bad. We can assume Yamcha doesn’t react positively to the attention considering he never positively comments on any woman in the series- Bulma included.

4.) This one’s pretty self explanatory; I don’t really need to explain this. I’ll try to give Bulma some leeway and say she and Yamcha were on a break as Panchy points out they were fighting, but “fighting” is not the same as “being on break,” never mind it is actually never explicitly stated or implied that the two go on a mutual break. The most prominent existence of a break exists in Yamcha leaving to train at Korin Tower and to train alone.

5.) Bulma doesn’t offer an ounce of care at the fact Yamcha was literally hanging over death and even insults his capability as a fighter while his friends do all the worrying for her. For someone who’s supposed to be your lover and partner, Bulma doesn’t really show any concern for Yamcha’s safety.

6.) Bulma’s actually being a supportive girlfriend during the Tien saga which was a nice relief from seeing her being so dismissive- this is the first time she’s actually cheered for Yamcha in any fight since the first tournament too (every other time, she would collectively congratulate and root for her friends).

I put an asterisk next to Bulma covering her eyes before Yamcha’s leg is snapped in half because she could have just been scared to see it, but I want to be nice to her and say she didn’t want to see Yamcha get hurt.

As for Bulma being prepared to go to the hospital with Yamcha, she’s the absolute first one: whether she’s grown since the Bandages fight or it just dawned on her just how much danger Yamcha was in, she now starts to show care and worry over him. This is further shown after Krillin is killed and Yamcha offers to take revenge for him, to which Bulma scolds him- both for the fact he was still recovering from his injury and reminding him of his inability to be able to do anything, and because he was willing to easily add himself to the growing body count started by Piccolo and his children.

7.) Again, no explanation needed. This change in Yamcha’s biography gives clarity on the fact Yamcha and Bulma have taken enough breaks from each other for him to be considered an “on-and-off boyfriend.”

8.) It’s been a while at this point since Bulma’s looked at another man affectionately- both manga duration wise and in-universe time. Still, it reminds the reader that Bulma’s fairly fickle when it comes to men.

Couple extra things I just want to talk about:

Like I said before, Yamcha never looks twice at another woman- he even points out that Chun’s behavior was lecherous towards Ranfan (though this could have just been portrayed so Yamcha could put the pieces together that Roshi and Chun were the same person). Meanwhile Bulma seems to be poised to pick up another man in case things don’t work out between them. I would attribute this to Bulma being young, but she maintains this behavior for years- even into DBZ where she’s in her late-twenties.

As far as we know, Bulma and Yamcha never kiss. At least they don’t kiss for as long as the General Blue saga, as Bulma points out she’s going to die before having her first kiss. Of course, you don’t have to kiss to be dating someone. I just found it a little interesting.

Yamcha attends school by the time he moves to the city with Bulma, and possibly lives with her and her family at Capsule Corp, as Bulma’s easily able to get a hold of him when she calls her dad and asks him to put him on the phone.

The majority of this list comes in the form of Bulma’s flirtatious nature with other men. Aside from that, she and Yamcha are pretty casual with each other, her only other fault being her apathy towards Yamcha against Bandages.

Toriyama’s stated in a Q&A that Bulma was a “harsh and selfish” person.

I’m fairly certain Toriyama’s pointed out he isn’t sure how to write romance and I personally can’t blame him for that: love’s a complicated thing that I don’t even know how to portray.

That’s all I have now. I’ll be back with more notes about the anime’s portrayal of these two. I think I’ll make a post like this one for the anime, then I’ll gather everything I’ve collected and write a big piece about it.

If you have any questions, comments, or just want to talk about this with me feel free to shoot me a message :)

#dragon ball #yambul #yamcha #bulma #snap chats #i might have forgotten some stuff but i made sure to take note of the important things #i will definitely elaborate and connect these points more clearly in my whole review #but yeah ! if you read all of this thank you very much for reading

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