#multiple champion sire

[witchofthesouls]

Hope you don't mind my asking, how long are bot carriers in gestation? And how long are humans carrying xeno hybrid babies in gestation? How do humans get the necessary supplements they need for their sparklings?

I keep it kinda vague because I don't really have a hard number for it with Cybertronian carriage since they have a variety of frame-schematics and coding quirks and depends on how it meshes. But it's definitely years compared to a human pregnancy.

So with a human carrying a newspark, it's definitely over a year. From 12-24 months. Which baffles humans as they now get the elephant experience in terms of duration, yet amazes Cybertronians since that's a really, borderline ridiculous, short carriage length, especially when the hybrid pops out well-developed.

Similar to a Cybertronian carrier, a human would need the sire or donors to help them, so they would be doctor's orders to get laid. But because carriage is very draining and incredibly demanding on the carrier's own body, a human carrier's food/calorie intake would skyrocket to monstrous levels. Think of it beyond competitive-eating champions and mukbang videos. They wouldn't have to worry about mineral toxicity from supplement overdose. The newspark will absolutely devour and utilize it. If anything, a major concern would be weight maintenance/gain, metal deficiency, and the deep urge to consume non-edible items, like coins, pens, crystals, rocks, and clay. Should a newspark's demands start outpacing their mother's health, even with intravenous nutritional interventions, donors, and unrestricted calories, then an early induction would be necessary. The newspark will finish development in an incubator under heavy monitoring. (Think of it as a cross between a humongous fish tanks and the insides of a computer.)

That kind of intervention can happen with a Cybertronian carrier for similar reasons, especially with extreme frame-schematic differences, dangerous health complications, or the strain of multiple sparklets with a non-Seekerkin carrier.

[silly-fox-in-sox]

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The G2 Wood Memorial looked like it might be a chaotic finish and it sure was with Lord Miles scoring at 59-1.

Arctic Arrogance and Uncle Jake battled early with Dreamlike,Lord Miles and Hit Show sitting right behind that group. When Uncle Jake dropped anchor and Arctic Arrogance started to weaken, the maiden Dreamlike was the first to take over, but Hit Show and Lord Miles just a step behind and the three colts battled to the wire with Lord Miles getting his nose down first and Hit Show holding onto second by a head. It was a long way back to Arctic Arrogance in 4th.

This was Lord Miles 2nd win from 5 races – his first since breaking his maiden on debut back in November. Before this, he was 6th in the Holy Bull, a troubled 5th in the Tampa Bay Derby and third in the Mucho Macho Man.

Lord Miles is by the great, classic sire Curlin and out of the Majestic Warrior mare, Lady Esme. Lady Esme is an unraced daughter of Come a Callin, making her a half-sister champion 2yo filly Caledonia Road and multiple graded stakes winner Officiating. Lord Miles is definitely bred to be a good one.

[hippography]

This is an original 1902 photo of La Camargo which came from the Estate of Walter S. Vosburgh. La Camargo was considered a Horse of the Century in France. She was by Childwick, a son of St. Simon, out of Belle et Bonne by Jolly Friar. La Camargo made 34 starts with 24 wins 6 seconds and 1 third earning $176,765. At two in 1900, she won the Prix de la Foret over stakes winners Wilhelmina and Butor. At three in 1901, La Camargo won: the Prix Vermeille over Indian Shore and Lena II; the Prix de Diane over Indian Shore and Dido; the Poule Dessai des Pouliches over Kaffa and Dido. She was second in the Prix Lupin to Saxon, the winner of the 1901 Prix du Jockey Club* and ahead of Cheri, the winner of the 1901 Grand Prix de Paris. La Camargo finished third in the Prix du Conseil Municipal behind Kilmarnock and Jacobite, the winner of the 1901 Prix de Conde. At four in 1902, she won: the Prix du Conseil Municipal over First Principal and Knickknack; the Prix Vicomtesse Vigier over Lady Killer, the winner of the 1901 Prix Foude, and Jean Bart, the winner of the 1901 Prix Dauphin; the Grossen Preis von Baden over Over Norton, the winner of the 1903 Lincolnshire Handicap, and Codoman, the winner of the 1900 Prix du Jockey Club;* the Prix du Pin; the Prix Jean Prat; the Prix du Cadran over Saxon and Passaro; and the Prix du Prince d’Orange over Retz, the winner of the 1902 Prix du Jockey Club, and Maximum, the winner of the 1903 Ascot Gold Cup and considered one of best stayers of all time. La Camargo finished second in the Prix des Sablons to Codoman and ahead of Vieux Marcheur. At five in 1903, she won: the Prix Paul de Moissan; the Prix Dhedouville; the Prix Fille de Lair over Lisette and La Chine; the Prix Boiard over Caius and Retz; the Prix Dispahan over Grandesse, the winner of the 1900 Prix de Saint-James, and Dalilia; the Prix du Conseil Municipal over Wavelet’s Pride, the winner of the 1903 Doncaster Cup, and Exema, the winner of the 1903 Prix Perth; the Prix des Sablons over Retz and Maximum. La Camargo finished second in the Grossen Preis Von Baden to Vinicius and ahead of Alencon. At six in 1904, she won the Prix Dispahan over Caius. At stud she had three foals with the best being: Mauri: was the dam of Champion Massine, the winner of the 1923 and the 1924 Prix de l’Arc de Triomphe and the 1924 Ascot Gold Cup. She also produced Mousme who is the ancestress of Regent Street, a multiple stakes winner in France. Mauri was sent to be covered by leading sire Bruleur. While boarding at Notre-Dame-de-Livaye because there was no room at Bruleur’s farm, she suffered a broken leg when she reared up to pick fruit from a Norman apple tree and hung her leg in the fork of the tree, resulting in her death. *this is the French Derby.

Horse racing Legends

[leemanfarm]

(SOLD) MR ALWAYS INVITED- colt by INVITATION ONLY out of Ms Flashy Goodbar (Zippos Mr Goodbar)- AQHA/NSBA World and Reserve World Champion, earner of 368 points and over $52,000. Producer of multiple World and NSBA Champions including Flashy Invite, Ms ExtremelyHotChips, Ms Flashy Chip, and Son Of A Sudden to name a few. NSBA BCF/SIF nominated.

[muskokafarm]

Muskoka Farm - A Haven For Farm Succession

Named after the renowned Canadian lake district, this immaculate property is a wonderland for horses and people alike. A favorite among horse trainers, it is home to a world-class thoroughbred breeding and breaking facility. Its 280-acre pristine property is surrounded by national parks and natural bushland, providing the ideal environment for tailoring racehorse care to their physiology.

The renowned farm offers a variety of lucrative options, including breaking, pre-training, spelling and agistment. Its equine set-up also includes a registered AQIS quarantine facility for Asian exports. Developed by Bob Lapointe, the 113 hectare establishment has earned an enviable reputation as one of Australia’s most prominent and luxurious racing facilities. To know more about pre training, visit the Muskoka Farm website or call (02)45663106.

Its state-of-the-art horse spelling and training facilities make it a popular choice for horse breeders and owners, especially those from Asia who are looking to ship their horses to the United States. The prestigious complex boasts a 2.4-kilometer crusher dust track and a 2000m grass track for pace work, which helps to ensure that customers’ horses are well-prepared for the rigors of racing.

A renowned breaking, pre training and spelling facility, the 113 hectare Muskoka Farm is situated on the Hawkesbury River and has a 2000m turf track and 200 stables. It also houses a private government-compliant AQIS quarantine centre for Asian exports. The prestigious complex is a favourite for horse trainers who seek to tailor their care to each individual racehorse’s physiology.

In 2011, Boehm bought the farm from its founders, Canadian businessman Bob Lapointe and his wife Wendy. The farm has earned a strong reputation in Australia and Hong Kong for its exemplary service and high-quality horses. It has bred and pre trained some of the country’s top gallopers, including Emancipation and Dan Excel.

It is a pristine property, surrounded by national parks and natural bushland. It is the ideal environment to tailor race horse care and enhance their racing potential. Its facilities are used by some of the most renowned trainers, such as Gai Waterhouse, Chris Waller and Peter Snowden.

The 280-acre pristine property is surrounded by national parks and natural bushland, providing an ideal environment to tailor care to the physiology of race horses. Its state-of-the-art facilities include a 2.4 kilometer crusher dust track and a 2000m grass track for pace work, as well as an equine pool. It also has a 24-hour helipad and a two-bedroom facility manager’s residence.

The farm has a reputation as one of the world’s premier horse stables, having churned out multiple Group 1 winners and stud champions over the years. In 2018, it owned Justify, who became only the 13th Triple Crown winner in history.

The farm has also produced some of the most successful thoroughbred stallions in recent years. Its star sire, Galileo, has produced a large number of top-level winners in Europe and America. His stud fee is an impressive $325,000.

With a stunning four-bedroom double-storey main home overlooking the arresting Hawkesbury River and 63 individually fenced spelling yards, this 113-hectare property is a favourite among the nation’s top trainers. The pristine equine establishment offers lucrative options including breaking, pre-training, spelling, agistment and is a registered AQIS quarantine facility for Asian exports.

The farm’s reputation as a world-class thoroughbred breeding and breaking facility is well established, with Group 1 winners November Rain, Emancipation, Handy Proverb, Marauding, Sir Dapper, Dance Hero, Circles Of Gold and many more making their way to the races under its care. To know more about pre training, visit the Muskoka Farm website or call (02)45663106.

The pristine 280-acre equine establishment is surrounded by national parks and natural bushland, providing the perfect environment to tailor race horse care according to their physiology. The state-of-the-art facilities include a 2.4-kilometre crusher dust track, 2000m grass track for pace work and an equine pool.

[razieltwelve]

Lineage (Final Rose)

So, this has come up a few times as a question: how is Fang related to the Father of the Yun?

In simple terms, Fang is indeed related to the Father of the Yun. After the Fall of Cocoon that signalled the end of the war against the World Below and ushered in a Calamity that all but obliterated civilisation, the Clans of the World Below scattered. During the war against Cocoon, the first bearer of Ragnarok served as their general and champion.

That man would go on to sire several sons and daughters. None of them inherited Ragnarok, but the potential for it to activate in their descendants remained. The Father of the Yun is a descendant of one of those children, and he sired sons and daughters of his own.

By law, the chieftainship of the Yun Clan goes to the oldest child, son or daughter, of the ruling chieftain. Nevertheless, the other children of the Father of the Yun would go on to found lineages of their own that have continued to remain prestigious into the modern era (i.e., Fang’s era).

Fang’s parents were both descended from one of these lineages, albeit not through the main line. You can think of them as being the seventh children of seventh children of seventh children, stretching back centuries. Basically, they’re technically related to those noble lineages, but so distantly that people lost track of them.

Yet by chance, the various conditions required to awaken Ragnarok came together in their child, Fang. Now, although Fang’s lineage is not known completely, the mere fact that she has Ragnarok proves she is of the Father of the Yun’s line, albeit not the main line. Only descendants of the first bearer of Ragnarok can possess the Semblance, and amongst the Yun, the only descendant of Ragnarok was the Father of the Yun. This, to the Yun, is proof that Fang must therefore be of his lineage.

Ironically, Fang’s descendants do become chieftains of the Yun. This is because the Imperial Mainline become chieftains of the Yun through marriage, and the Imperial Mainline is descended from Averia and Elsa.

As the bearer of Ragnarok, Fang is entitled to a seat on the chieftain’s advisory council. In fact, until the loophole was closed, every bearer of Ragnarok got a seat (nobody thought there would ever be two at the same time), so for a short while, Diana got to have a spot as a little kid, much to Vanille’s amusement (Vanille was the one who spotted the loophole).

As the bearer of Ragnarok, Fang is technically entitled to claim generalship of the Yun Clan’s armies during war and to serve as their champion. In practice, she did claim the right of champion since there was nobody in the clan stronger than her. However, although she was happy to serve as a general when necessary, she typically left that duty up to those who lived in the area permanently.

Nevertheless, you can see echoes of this idea in Final Effect where the bearers of Ragnarok have special authority over the armed forces of the Empire.

Note: People have wondered why the first bearers of both Ragnarok and Saviour were men. The answer is, frankly, not very pleasant. Due to their desperation during the war between Cocoon and the World Below, both sides created their own living super weapons. By making both bearers men, the idea was that if they were successful, it would be easier to breed more powerful weapons without having them depart the battlefield for long. This is important as even then both sides decided to only have one of each, fearing they might lose control, so there was no guarantee that offspring would have Semblances ideal for combat, so having as many as possible was the best way to ensure a ‘hit’.

Note 2: The fact that both the original bearers of Saviour and Ragnarok had multiple children explains why you see people like Neo who have ‘shards’ of both without being related to Lightning and Fang (except in the most vague and distant way). The rumour of Ruby being related to Lightning due to her Semblance (especially after Taren is born) may well stem from her having a Saviour-related ancestors way back in her lineage. The same even goes for Yang whose Semblance bears a resemblance to the way Ragnarok would absorb and consume its foes for greater strength. She even has a bit of a ‘transformation’ theme going too, and her mantle of golden fire does resemble the destructive power that gathers around Ragnarok.

[tailung]

thinking about how transformers give not one but multiple explanations in a vast amount of continuities about how cybertronians are born, and never really tried to tackle family “biology characters don’t need to be related to be family or have “roles”, yet the fandom still found a way to push this narrative by creating terms like “carrier/sire”, taking about how cybertronians need to sexually reproduce to create kids, and overall dismantling transformers’ found family message

AND THATS THE THING like you can't even chalk up a lot of these guys undermining the found family themes with very heteronormative and traditional nuclear family dynamics to projecting because the same people champion the aforementioned themes all the time, so it just winds up feeling hypocritical 😭

and that's so right too, in the vast majority of continuities all newly-online transformers just begin life by just following the bots in their environment and doing as they do; the sense of family is fostered by the community rather than a set biological ~mommy and daddy~ and etc. even the closest parallel to a parental relationship, idw2's mentor system, is still very much filtered in such a way that only the reader recognizes the analogue -- the mentees aren't exactly mentioning how "omg my mom's so cool you guys" and the like. it's very frustrating when, as you said, this narrative takes a hold of anything pertaining to new life on cybertron

[rideonruffian]

The first winner for Japan freshman sire Drefong is white filly Hyams Beach!

Hyams Beach (2019. f. o/o Yukichan, by Kurofune) won her debut race at Tokyo Racecourse going 1400 meters on turf by a neck. Her final time was 1:22.2. 

Hyams Beach is a member of Japan’s most famous white thoroughbred family. Her white dam Yukichan won multiple listed stakes and produced multiple winners with odd-colored coats. Hyams Beach is a close relative of white filly Sodashi (Kurofune), who became the first white thoroughbred to win an internationally recognized Grade 1 race and be named a champion, and colt Hayayakko (King Kamehameha), who became the first white thoroughbred to win an internationally recognized graded race overall. 

Drefong (Gio Ponti - Eltimaas, by Ghostzapper) won the Grade 1 Breeders Cup Sprint and Grade I King’s Bishop Stakes as a three-year-old and was named Eclipse Champion Sprinter that year. He also won the Grade 1 Forego Stakes the following year, and retired to stand as a stallion in Japan. 

Drefong is believed the first stallion in recorded history whose first winner was white. 

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[psybertron]

Okay, but imagine if TFP Megatronus and Soundwave came across an abandoned sparkling while they were still gladiators in Kaon...

NEWSPARK

Soundwave refuses to leave the bitlet so they decide to keep the little one, after all it has a better chance of surviving in the barracks of the pits than it does on the streets.

Cue pictures that Soundwave took of a large, scary, champion gladiator laying in berth with a tiny sparkling cuddled up to his chest as he reads to them.

Megatronus managed to get pictures of Soundwave holding the sparkling in similar positions but instead surrounded by a cohort of symbionts.

Ravage is baby’s favourite because the cat curls up around them and keeps them warm and comfy.

With the amount of gladiators in the barracks, it was difficult to keep the sparkling a secret so they eventually gave up trying to hide the sparkling. Megatronus forced all gladiators to agree that no one outside of the barracks were to ever find out about little one.

A lot of gladiators were overjoyed to see a little one whereas others didn’t necessarily care, but they understood that a sparkling of gladiators would likely be taken away and sold.

As long as the overseers weren’t around, Megatronus and Soundwave would freely walk around with little one in tow.

TODDLER

Cheeky, energetic and loud. It was a common thing to see Soundwave chasing after his speedy little one when it was bath time.

Wrestling with Megatronus started to become a daily thing. The little one also like to climb up their adoptive sire’s frame and jump from a perch on his shoulders. They laugh hysterically when Megatronus catches them and throws them up in the air.

They also enjoyed playing with some of the gladiators who had come to collectively protect the child. There were a young pair of twin gladiators - preteens - who would happily play an abundance of games with the toddler, but all of them loved hide and seek the most.

When Orion Pax enters the picture, he’s shocked when Megatronus introduces the cheeky little thing as his sparkling.

Funnily enough, the sparkling doesnt really like Orion at first because he’s very different to all the other mechs they’ve been around. Megatronus finds this hilarious.

They soon come to realise that the reason Orion was different was because he was much more soft spoken and passive. Sparkling ends up drawn to him every time he visits Kaon and happily sits through the new stories that Orion brings to read to them.

The two adoptive sires have only ever had one argument and it was when Orion betrayed Megatron during the high council meeting. Soundwave and his energetic toddler had been waiting outside, and when Megatron came out, the little one had asked where ‘Uncle Orion’ was.

Megatron had practically snarled at the child, snatched them out of Soundwave’s lap and dangerously told them that Orion’s name was never to be spoken again. Little one is crying and reaching for their other Dad who quickly takes them back, holds them against his shoulder and comforts them.

The big mech had felt immense guilt as soon as he saw his child’s eyes go wide with fear as they looked at him. His sparkling was his to protect and he had failed them.

Shockwave had to watch over the toddler so they wouldn’t hear Soundwave very heatedly telling Megatron how close to death he had been after treating their sparking the way he did.

Later that night, Soundwave went to put little one to recharge only to find them already in recharge on Megatron’s chest.

CHILD

As the war starts the sparkling is the equivalent of a 6 yr old and they have to live on the Nemesis.

They’re never seen out in battle or on main areas of the ship because the Deceptidads realised that their kid would become a massive target. The Autobots, Starscream, Airachnid... the list of dangers goes on.

They child isn’t fussed though, probably because they’re too young to understand.

They spend their time in the lower areas of the ship where they have access to multiple rooms designed to keep a kid entertained; educational equipment, play room etc.

Megatron and Soundwave make sure to take time out of their days to spend time with their little (but now not as little) one.

Megatron likes to play fight, kid doesn’t know he’s actually training them in the event of an emergency, and he also likes playing video games with them. He also encourages his child to do creative writing and he watches with pride when it sets off a whole imaginary game for the kid.

Soundwave likes providing the child with things that they can use to physically make things. He also does a good portion of the teaching; math, science, Cybertronian history etc. Something Soundwave keeps hushed between him and the child is him telling them stories about life as a gladiator. Megatron doesn’t like talking about it, but Soundwave indulges the child’s curiosity on the terms of ‘no telling Dad’.

Soundwave is also definitely more of a hugger, whereas hugs with Megatron are because the kid is sad and has wrapped themselves around the large mech.

When Autobot activity is low, all three of them go on flights together. That’s kid’s favourite thing in the universe. It’s relaxing but can also get playful; trying to batter each other off course, racing and breaking the sound barrier.

The child saw Megatron go into free fall and decided they wanted to do it too. Soundwave ended up clapping Megatron over the head behind closed doors.

Both regret that their kid has to grow up in a war, but they’re doing the best they can to keep them happy. When Soundwave begins to feel guilty, Megatron reassures him that when they win the war, the three of them can live peacefully together. Megatron will never admit it, but he also feels guilty for the way the child lives.

But he knows that eventually he’ll be able to come out of recharge one morning to his child running around a safe and happy household with a much requested cyberhound.

[twitchesandstitches]

Humanity 2.0 - The Humans of Crossthicc, Evolved

While they are not a dominant population within the Fleet or the larger factions as a whole, humans are nonetheless a notable species within the Fleet. The current bearer of the Matriatrix is a human, as are multiple modern heroines and champions. Humanity is, within the Fleet, gaining something of a resurgence from its historical decline and disastrous near extinctions, and the Fleet’s commitment to repopulating the multiverse and breeding with EVERYTHING in sight is bringing the last of Earth’s sapient hominids to a comeback, and the result of this is a superhuman successor branch representing most of humanity within Crossthicc; bigger, sexier, and a lot more wild than baseline humans, with everything you’d expect from this AU!

This new humans represent all the humanity of the Fleet, and are the normal for humans in general; originating in the Fleet’s fertile worlds, they also pose a notable presence within the Stingers (and have a larger population there than within the Fleet, as representing by the likes of Olivia Octavius and Lusamina), and the New Decepticon Empire of Starscream’s reign has significant human populations within it as well. All of these are largely descended from the Fleet’s human offspring, who have spread throughout the multiverse and greatly mutated thanks to their parent’s own mutations and maternally-induced transformations. When they interbred with other humans, they spread these changes as well, and so throughout the multiverse, humanity is undergoing a transformation, producing a new form of humans that are better able to survive and build a better multiverse with their brethren among the other sapient beings, and the artificial children of humanity. Enormous in stature, fantastically curvaceous, very milky, and naturally inclined to be everyone’s best friend, humanity has redefined itself.

You can think of them as Humanity 2.0; Humans, But More Awesome. To distinguish them from baselines, you might call them future humans; a deliberate step up from old school hominids! In-universe, no one has this mindset; humans as a whole are getting larger and stronger thanks to the Fleet’s human broodmothers and Wakandan descendants creating mutant offspring that are larger than their foremothers, stronger, smarter, and breed more prolifically, and with far bigger curves. Various other adaptations have resulted, some from modded alterations that brred true, and others that are random transformations that became dominant traits. Due to their far larger size than ordinary humans, they are sometimes referred to giants or ogres; because they otherwise look mostly like humans and are not physically mutated enough to really be something totally unique, this is losing popularity. They are generally more passionate, impulsive and extremely affectionate on a scale alien to baseline humans, and combined with their enormous size, this at least fits the profile of the giant/ogre mutation in sapients: greater size, more passionate attitudes, and they even have the more wild, almost feral look to fit.

Outside of the Commonwealth (which regards them as unholy abominations, and fear being replaced by them even as they are deeply attracted to them), and the Earthborn Coalition (which hasn’t been around long enough to properly integrate with them and spread the Big Human love), they are quite ubiqutious. Assume that any human born outside those groups is either one of these giants, or has traits from them!

From a strictly physical POV, humanity 2.0 look largely like very big and curvy humans; they do not have any natural mutations that make them look truly divergent from baseline humans, and most of their changes are a bit more subtle. Most obviously, though, they are extremely big; nearly twice the size of baseline humans on average, with even a small future human being over eight feet tall at minimum. Larger ones can stand over twelve, and some as tall as sixteen feet. Those identifying as men are smaller than the women, who stand twice as larger as masculine counterparts.

Their body shapes tend towards extremes; even a future human who has been completely unmodded will have an enormously curvy, thick body; not as big as Endowed women, but they come close. Breasts are bigger than H-cups as a minimum, and anything smaller is considered flat-chested; often they grow far larger, without any need for powering up, and the body is adapted to support them without need for bras. Hips tend to be at least as wide as a third of the human’s height, and they are usually thickly layered in curves. Those who develop beefy builds grow absolutely massive muscles, with biceps larger than their heads, and a tendency towards heavily defined bodies without the need for dieting or sacrificing strength. The most common body type, though, is a thick hourglass body with massive hips, enormous thighs, and wide shoulders.

They are almost universally hyper thicc, even without powering up! The average body type tends to be rather feminine; wide hips, broad thighs and slim waists are common in all sexes, and they are so voluptuous that even a skinny person has the combined body mass in one thigh or butt cheek of half a dozen humans; butts are generally at least comprise nearly a quarter of body weight, and are extremely wobbly to the touch.

Those with breasts lactate naturally, without need for mods or pregnancy, though their output is limited compared to what modding can do; smaller breast sizes can generate about several gallons of milk a day, which will tend to leak eventually; regular milking is a necessity, and is typically euphoric. Bigger breast sizes produce more milk; common modding procedures allows this milk to be universally ingested by any being, so that a human caretaker can tend to anyone.

They tend to have a slightly wild, if lovely look; hair almost uniformly grows extremely fast and long, easily mutating into thick spikes, naturally fluffy poofs, or other unique forms of hair. Nails tend to grow thick and long, forming something like claws (though are not sharp or strong enough to be claws without modding). As part of their mutations, most have no body hair at all, except for facial hair; those who DO have body hair tend to grow it very excessively, but this is rare. More subtle alterations in their body makes them incredibly flexible, allowing them to walk on all fours if desired or emulate their great ape relatives, with some even having fully prehensile toes; as a benefit, this means that that back problems or spine disorders are almost non-existent. Lips tend to grow to significant sizes, though not as much as modded hyper lip organs, and when they grow beards, they often grow extremely thickly. Teeth tend to have pronounced fangs and pointed incisors!

Additional ‘quality of life’ mutations include regenerating teeth; when teeth go bad, they fall out and more replace them. The aging process has shifted so that they live much longer on average, and age far more slowly; even elderly, they look middle aged but for notable wrinkles and grey hair, and are fully capable of bearing or siring children indefinitely.

As far as breeding goes, women gestate and give birth within three to four months, rather than nine, and some can do it even in even shorter times. They are far more fertile, giving birth in litters of nine to sixteen children at once (this has, of course, influenced human views on family), and childbirth is both extremely fast, occurring within twenty minutes or less, and the body has adapted to experience it as intensely pleasurable; even orgasmic. This has SHARPLY increased human population, and allowed them to repopulate incredibly fast. They are also now capable of interbreeding with non-humans, producing viable hybrids!

Their jaws are considerably more flexible than ordinary baselines with a suppressed gag reflex and muscle control that allows them to swallow anything they can fit into their mouths; their digestion is strong enough to consume a very wide range of food very efficiently, though they require far more food than their size alone would already suggest. They do not normally have vore capabilities, but the right mods or magical influences allow them to develop such abilities easily.

In terms of sexual adaptations, future humans tend towards extremes; the men universally have extremely large bulges that can still fit into any partner thanks to various alterations to internal structure and muscles for a limited degree of prehensile ability. Testicles often appear to be soft and malleable, swelling with sexual fluids, and are not particularly vulnerable to attack, though they are quite sensitive. Sexual stamina is seemingly limitless. Women are on average two or three times larger than the men, and their nooks tend to look pumped; enormously sensitive and capable of very precise muscular adjustments. They are apparently able to… interface with pretty much lifeform, no matter how implausible; several inch-tall Galvans, thirty foot-plus Transformers and even larger beings have been courted by future humans, without difficulty!. They seem to be deliberately trying to become everyone’s love buddy, or at least able to live in a niche on any world, with any species, and cohabit with ease.

As far as breeding goes, women gestate and give birth within three to four months, rather than nine, and some can do it even in even shorter times. They are far more fertile, giving birth in litters of nine to sixteen children at once (this has, of course, influenced human views on family), and childbirth is both extremely fast, occurring within twenty minutes or less, and the body has adapted to experience it as intensely pleasurable; even orgasmic. This has SHARPLY increased human population, and allowed them to repopulate incredibly fast. They are also now capable of interbreeding with non-humans, producing viable hybrids!

In terms of capabilities, they are genuinely superhuman, with natural inclinations to extremely high degrees of all forms of intelligence (mathematical, emotional, reasoning, and so forth) equivalent to baseline humanity’s greatest geniuses, but the ability to easily empathize with pretty much anything. On a physical level, they are extremely strong, able to lift about 20 tons with relative ease, incredibly agile and limber (contortionist-level flexibility being fairly common), and startlingly fast. (They fall short of beings that specialize in those areas, however.) They are most impressive with their stamina; future humans can survive damage as serious as getting a massive hole in their chest, or losing limbs, and eventually heal (though they cannot regenerate lost limbs or organs). They are EXTREMELY tough, but specialize in endurance as their ancestors did, to a ludicrous extremes; few non-modded beings can match a future human for raw endurance or stamina, though they can likely outfight them and do more raw damage.

This is in keeping with the Fleet mutation philosophy of improving upon your species strengths first, before plugging your weaknesses. Accordingly, while this new breed of humanity may not be able to compete one-on-one against modded foes or apex predators, they are still very stubborn and hard to put down.

Mentally, humanity’s basic profile has been heavily exaggerated; they don’t have stronger willpower, but they are VERY stubborn, to the point of being obstinate. Future humans tend to have a one-track mind, and difficulty multitasking or changing mental direction. They are VERY smart and creative, but have a hard time shifting gears. Humans in general have a reputation as being highly impulsive and anxious by sapient standards; future humans are moreso, to a neurotic degree! They’re not just impulsive, they tend to have absolutely no restraint or an internal switch that stops them from automatically following up on every random thought in their head. Their emotions are similarly exacerbated, and they tend to be inhumanly passionate; they love with all their hearts, their smallest creative projects get the effort put into great works of art, and when they are angry, they go completely berserk.

And they will bond with ANYTHING. The human tendency to pack bond with other things IS a fairly universal thing for sapients, but for future humans it is exacerbated; they form intimate bonds extremely easily and fast, and can bond with thousands of things while still considering them individuals; this makes them ideal caretakers and mates. They do tend to get emotional over random objects and concepts, though, and may cry over a really shiny rock they love now. They are more inclined towards group action than baseline humans; the description of them as a pack species is actually quite accurate, though they are not apex predators but high-grade omnivores that naturally gravitate towards the best ally in the area.

The consequence of all this is that future humans can generally be described as extremely large, incredibly thick humans who seem very emotional, are rather volatile, and tend to make anyone weak at the knees; they are doing their best to slot into the archetype of ‘friendly lovable goofballs everyone wants to be friends with’ as a conscious effort, to give their people a better image. As of now, they are the next stage of humanity’s development, and all humans should be assumed to be one of them, unless explicitly stated otherwise; all characters in the Fleet, Stingers and other ‘main character’ groups (such as Sierra, the other TD characters, the Pokemon trainers, and other human characters) should explicitly be considered to be future humans.

The primary reason for this shift, of course, is to give a variety of humans that are not monsterized or totally inhuman enough to please readers and followers that want more of that, and make them more personally interesting to me, as well as fit the themes of the AU. I don’t much like how ‘humans are space orcs’ ideas generally make humans sort of generically tough/Interesting Protagonists, so I worked to give them a specific niche sort of based off on popular psychological ideas I’ve seen floating around, and the nicest possible shift for humans as a whole to get to.

Since the implication in earlier stuff is that humans are Space Hobbits, I opted to roll with the character of that, even if they are significantly larger than that would imply. (They are genuinely giants… by human standards. 16 feet is still notably smaller than even the smaller of standard alien sizes, so we would still be smaller than them, but very thicc.) So the character of Crossthicc’s humans, at least the ones who have continued to grow and change (in a very literal way!), are represented in their gigantic bodies; they have grown as a people. The ones who insist on remaining small are stuck in the past, or unaware of alternatives.

There are treatments available to uplift baseline humans into future humans; not so much converting them into this, but making them bigger and giving them the improved traits, if desired. In general, the increased size, fecundity and milkiness will be universal, though you’ll see a lot of variation! Perhaps giant minotaur bulls and cowgirls there on one world, sasquatch analogues or another, or hyper-stacked gnomes, halflings and dwarves that still stand about seven feet high. Or just humans who happen to be very big and curvy, without the little bonuses if it doesn’t suit their interests.

Besides, don’t you just love the idea of the future humans being lovable, hyper thicc and rather excitable pack-bonding survivors?

[silly-fox-in-sox]

Sketched Covfefe tonight after watching her crush the Dogwood Stakes today.

I love that a horse named Covfefe is by Into Mischief and out of a mare named Antics. A+ naming.

Covfefe pedigree ramblings below the keep reading line

Covfefe’s pedigree is pretty amazing. Her dam is an unraced daughter of the graded stakes winner Aurora, making Antics a half-sister to Arch (G1 winner and important sire), Acoma (G1 winner), and Festival of Light (UAE champion). Aurora is a daughter of the great Althea a multiple G1 winner and champion 2yo filly. Althea frequently took on the boys and won the G2 Del Mar Futurity at 2 and the G1 Arkansas Derby at 3 and was the beaten favorite in the 1984 KY Derby. Althea is a daughter of the great producer Courtly Dee. Courtly Dee was not much of a racehorse, but was an amazing broodmare. 

Along with Althea, Courtly Dee produced G1 winners Ali Oop & Ketoh, G2 winners Aishah, Aquilegia & Twining, G3 winner Native Courier, and stakes winner Princess Oola (among others). 

Courtly Dee’s other daughters have also gone on to be brilliant producers. They’re responsible for a host of stakes winners including G1 winners: Balletto(UAE), Yamanin Paradise (JPN), Bayern, and Aldiza. 

Bloodhorse has a nice article the goes into a little more detail on Courtly Dee’s influence through her fabulous daughters.

[leemanfarm]

“Taffy” is sired by the 2022 Run For A Million Champion Patriot and out of Gunners Money (Gunner), multiple Congress Champion and earner of over $15k.

[horsememorials]

Starry Dreamer

1994 - 2018

Starry Dreamer during her racing days, Photo (X)

February 26, 1994 - August 7, 2018

Starry Dreamer, a multiple stakes winner and the dam of global turf sire War Front, passed away August 7 at her longtime home, Claiborne Farm, due to infirmities of old age. The 24 year old  broodmare was pensioned in 2016 after delivering her final foal. 

Starry Dreamer was bred in Kentucky by Charles Nuckols, Jr. and Sons. Produced from the first crop of champion sprinter Rubiano, she was out of the Forli mare Lara’s Star, who also produced stakes winners Take That Step and Star of Stars. She was first owned by Russell Reineman Stable and later owned by Joseph Allen. 

Starry Dreamer’s successful career began as a juvenile, when she won the 1996 Gold Digger Stakes, becoming her sire’s first stakes winner, and placing in the Green River Stakes. As a sophomore, she won the Palisades Stakes and Regret Stakes. She placed in many graded stakes during her four-year career, including the Gr.I Gazelle Stakes, Gr.II La Prevoyante Handicap, Long Island Handicap, Sheepshead Bay Handicap,Black Helen Handicap, Gr.III Ms. Revere Stakes, Gr.III The Very One Stakes, and Gr.III Gallorette Handicap. 

Starry Dreamer retired with a record of 31: 6-11-4 and earnings of $564,789. She finished second or third in a total of 15 starts, with 10 in stakes races.

Starry Dreamer began her career as a broodmare at Claiborne Farm. Her first three foals, War Front (by Danzig), Ecclesiastic (by Pulpit), and Teammate (by A.P. Indy), were all graded stakes winners. She also produced full-brothers Jay Gatsby and Riviera Cocktail (by Giant’s Causeway) who were bother graded-stakes placed winners. Her other foals include full brothers Factum and Tetelestai (by Storm Cat) who finished fourth in a Gr.II race in Ireland and is a winner respectively, unraced Freedom Act (by Smart Strike), unraced Gracie Square (by Awesome Again), and her final foal North Dakota (by Medaglia d’Oro). 

Starry Dreamer has left her mark on the breed, as War Front has sired over 40 graded stakes winners and 8 champions worldwide, including Declaration of War, Roly Poly, The Factor, US Navy Flag, Helene Super Star, Lancaster Bomber, Avenge, Data Link, Hit It a Bomb, Air Force Blue, and Jack Milton. Several of his sons have found success as sires, such as Delcaration of War, who sired French Champion Juvenile Olmedo. 

Starry Dreamer’s other sons will have their chance to carry on their mother’s influence; Jay Gatsby stands in Louisiana, Factum stands in Ohio, Riviera Cocktail stands in Peru, Tetelestai stands in Argentina, and Ecclesiatic stands in Uruguay, having previously stood in Pennsylvania. 

Starry Dreamer’s daughter Teammate has produced stakes winner Team of Teams, graded stakes-placed Team Colors, and winners Passage of Power and Gotham News. 

Starry Dreamer will be laid to rest at Claiborne Farm’s Marchmont Hall cemetery. 

[horsesarecreatures]

Desired Millicent (Desperado’s Getaway x Menouthis) - asil Straight Egyptian Arabian mare at the Mason Dixon Classic.

Pedigree Research by Arlene Magid:

“Straight Egyptian DESIRED MILLICENT is a reserve junior halter champion. She has an excellent heritage which combines the best of Gleannloch and Ansata breeding, with 6 lines to U.S. Top Ten Stallion *ANSATA IBN HALIMA++, the only imported Egyptian stallion to sire both a U.S. National Champion Stallion (ANSATA IBN SUDAN, to whom DESIRED MILLICENT has two lines) and a U.S. National Champion Mare (FA HALIMA). Her pedigree is filled with significant mares, among them World Champion producer BB ORA KALILAH and National Champion producer ANSATA NILE MIST (dam of the all time leading Egyptian dam of champions IMPERIAL MISTILLL). DESIRED MILLICENT is from the same dam line as Reserve National Champion Stallion REA EL KAREAM+, who was exported to Kuwait.

DESIRED MILLICENT is a daughter of Region 12 Top Five Stallion, western pleasure junior horse champion and Egyptian Event Top Ten World Class halter DESPERADOS GETAWAY, who died at age 5 and sired just 7 registered get. Four of his 7 offspring are champions either in halter or western pleasure. Had he lived longer he probably would have been one of his sire's most important sons.

DESPERADOS GETAWAY is by THEE DESPERADO+, the all time leading Egyptian sire of champions. His get include Canadian Reserve National Champion Stallion AOTH THEE GAMBLER, U.S. National Champion Mare AOTH PR DESERT ROSE+, U.S. Reserve National Champion Jumper ATR SA THEMOONDANCER, U.S. Reserve National Champion Mare JTH LF TRIUMPHANT STAR. European “Triple Crown” winner BJ THEE MUSTAFA (Nations Cup, European and World Champion Stallion), twice Israeli National Champion Mare THE VISION HG (dam of World Champion Stallion *AL LAHAB GASB), and British National Champion Colt THEE EQUALIZER.  THEE DESPERADO+ get have produced |National Champions in halter, sport horse in hand, hunt pleasure and western sidesaddle and National winners in upper level dressage,  sport horse show hack, sport horse under saddle, and western pleasure.

^Desperado’s Getaway

DESPERADOS GETAWAY is out of IMPERIALBTKALILAH, a paternal sister to IMPERIAL KARMAH, the only mare to have all 9 of her offspring win Egyptian Event halter titles. IMPERIAL KARMAH's offspring include Egyptian Event Reserve Junior Champion Colt, Egyptian International Reserve Senior Champion Stallion, Egyptian National Champion Stallion, Egyptian Event Europe Reserve Champion Stallion and World Top Ten Stallion IMPERIAL BAAREG. IMPERIALBTKALILAH is also a paternal sister to Israeli National Champion Mare and Middle East Reserve Junior Champion Filly IMPERIAL KALATIFA, dam of 3 National Champions including World Champion Mare LOUBNA.

IMPERIALBTKALILAH is a daughter of multi-regional halter winner IMPERIAL AL KAMAR, who has sired National Champions in Israel, Qatar, the Middle East and England. He is a son of U.S. and Canadian Top Ten Stallion EL HILAL, the all time leading Egyptian sire of National winners and is a maternal grandson of U.S. National Champion Mare *SERENITY SONBOLAH.

IMPERIALBTKALILAH is a maternal sister to twice World Reserve Champion Stallion, U.S. Top Ten Futurity Colt and Egyptian Event Supreme Champion Stallion IMPERIAL BAAREZ. Her dam BB ORA KALILAH produced 4 champions. BB ORA KALILAH is a full sister to multiple regional western pleasure winner and regional halter champion DELAINE SA-FIRE, to multi-regional halter winner  BB ORAKALIA and halter champion and champion producer BB ORAKALINA.

^ Imperial Al Kamar

BB ORA KALILAH is a daughter of U.S. and Canadian Top Ten Stallion, Canadian Top Ten Country Pleasure and Egyptian Event Supreme Champion Stallion *ORASHAN. *ORASHAN is an international sire of champions with get including Saudi Arabian National Champion Mare IMPERIAL ORAHILLAH,  Jordanian Champion Mare MB KERSHANA, and World Reserve Junior Champion Filly and Egyptian Event Supreme Champion Mare SES KHEBRIA. *ORASHAN daughters are highly prized as broodmares-their offspring include international sire IMPERIAL MADORI (sire of 2003 World Champion Mare GELGELAH ALBADEIA). *ORASHAN is a maternal brother to ORASHA, dam of European Reserve Champion Stallion and National Champion sire ORASHAAN and a full brother to ORAYA (dam of British Reserve National Champion Stallion and European Reserve Champion Stallion ORAYAN).

BB ORA KALILAH is a daughter of U.S. and Canadian Top Ten Stallion, Canadian Top Ten Country Pleasure and Egyptian Event Supreme Champion Stallion *ORASHAN. *ORASHAN is an international sire of champions with get including Saudi Arabian National Champion Mare IMPERIAL ORAHILLAH,  Jordanian Champion Mare MB KERSHANA, and World Reserve Junior Champion Filly and Egyptian Event Supreme Champion Mare SES KHEBRIA. *ORASHAN daughters are highly prized as broodmares-their offspring include international sire IMPERIAL MADORI (sire of 2003 World Champion Mare GELGELAH ALBADEIA). *ORASHAN is a maternal brother to ORASHA, dam of European Reserve Champion Stallion and National Champion sire ORASHAAN and a full brother to ORAYA (dam of British Reserve National Champion Stallion and European Reserve Champion Stallion ORAYAN).

^ BB Ora Kalilah

DESIRED MILLICENT is out of MENOUTHIS, a full blood sister to Egyptian Event World Class Top Ten Two Year Old Colt IRIDIUM and to Egyptian Event halter, western pleasure and hunt pleasure winner ZARQUIN IMEER. She is by BKA IMEER, sire of regional halter champion FH IBN IMEER and 10 Egyptian Event winners in halter and/or performance. BKA IMEER is a grandson of two National Champions in halter, U.S. National Champion Stallion ANSATA IBN SUDAN (to whom he is linebred) and U.S. National Champion Futurity Colt IBN MORAFIC+++ (also a U.S. Top Ten English Pleasure winner). Both ANSATA IBN SUDAN and IBN MORAFIC+++ have sired National Champions in performance. BKA IMEER's maternal granddam ANSATA NILE MIST produced Australian National Champion Stallion IMPERIAL MADAAR and IMPERIAL MISTILLL, the all time leading Egyptian dam of champions.

^ Menouthis

MENOUTHIS is out of REG MADAHA, a full sister to halter and western pleasure champion REG PRINCE NASULA and to REG FAY NATIMA, dam of Egyptian Event winners IRIDIUM and ZARQUIN IMEER. She is a paternal sister to National winners in halter and dressage. REG MADAHA's paternal sisters have produced National winners in english pleasure, english sidesaddle, western pleasure trail, working hunter and dressage and National Champions in halter including THEE DESPERADO+. REG MADAHA is out of champion producer AK NASULA, a daughter of multi-National Champion in native costume and sidesaddle and National winner sire  *FALEH++, whose daughters have produced National Champions in western pleasure, country pleasure and working cow horse. AK NASULA is a maternal sister to halter champion REA NISRSANGEL, dam of Canadian Reserve National Champion Stallion AOTH REA EL KAREAM+. AK NASULA is a granddaughter of *MOFTAKHAR (sire of National winners in trail, western pleasure and park) and ANSATA FATIMA, a full sister to 2 National winners in halter.”

[rideonruffian]

The last mare bred to Pioneerof the Nile before he passed away was Lady Kitten, a daughter of Kitten’s Joy and a full-sister to Breeders’ Cup Filly and Mare Turf winner Stephanie’s Kitten.

The morning of March 7, 2020, she foaled a colt with a big, white blaze that will be named “Last Pioneer.”

Pioneerof the Nile, the sire of Triple Crown winner American Pharoah, juvenile champion Classic Empire, multiple Grade I winner Midnight Storm, and others, covered 48 mares before he passed away. 

Photo (X)

[emmaekay]

Kotonari - Travel: Part 3

AN: OMGGGG LOOK I FINALLY FINISHED THIS CHAPTERRRR. Only two chapters left until this story is finished. 

You can read this on Ao3, too. (It’s probably easier to navigate chapters if you do.)

Travel – Part 3

Hours passed. Trunks took his shower then sat in the kitchen filling his belly with the remnants of the last few meals that had been cooked in that house. Half a chicken, half a roast, ten soft rolls, a basket of greens, a pot of rice – Trunks ate as if he’d never seen food before and never would again. Bulma came down the hall, babies sleeping away upstairs, and chuckled to herself as she watched him gorge.

Trunk guiltily wiped his mouth. “Sorry. We ran out of food almost a week ago and I’m… starving.”

“Don’t stop on my account. I’ve seen your dad eat after training, and this is restrained by his standards.” Bulma laughed, and Trunks tore into another fistful of rolls.

“What’se liwwe?” Trunks asked, mouth stuffed full.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Trunks gulped, choked, drained a glass of water to ease the too-big-bite down his throat. “What’s he like?” he repeated himself.

“Who, Vegeta?”

Trunks nodded, shoveling rice into his mouth at a dangerous rate. “I don’t know the same man you know… you know?”

“Queen Pea told me. Your time is all wrong. Your sister…” Bulma trailed off. “Well, you’re right that you don’t know the same Vegeta I know, he’s nothing like the man you described to the Queen. And he would never hurt you, or hurt Cip. When I was pregnant with you two, he actually threatened to tear the entire second story off this house because I wouldn’t stop going up and down the stairs.”

Trunks snorted. “Subtle.” “That he isn’t. What else… oh! Did you ever hear the story of how we were fasted?” Trunks shook his head no, and Bulma continued. “Well, I had lunch with the Queen and she seemed so nice, so sweet. All of a sudden, the afternoon was over and evening cold had started to settle in. Your dad landed behind me and the Queen got up. As if she thought Vegeta was there to fight…” Bulma’s voice was soft and faraway. “The Queen headed back toward the tall door leading back into the castle and the King was there. It was like a frame around them, like in the oldest fairystories that were full of sadness and danger – and they told me I would have to fight Daiku in order to marry your dad.” “Sensei?” Trunks mouth fell open.

“Yep. And I was so scared – I had met Daiku before this and he was huge! Huge. And aside from that, he’s the arena fight champion and I am definitely not a brawler. And Vegeta… he was scared, too.”

“He was scared?” Trunks had never seen his father frightened. Or happy. Or really anything but murderously enraged.

Bulma smiled. “We didn’t really know it yet – we were just barely starting to realize it – but we already loved each other very much. He took me up in his arms, high away from the castle and away from the threat of that battle – into the clouds and the moonlight. He promised me,” she said, blushing now with a look of such softness and love that Trunks felt the tumblers of some never-turned lock click into place within himself. What would it feel like to have a woman look at me that way?

“He promised you what?” Trunks asked.

“That he’d never let anyone hurt me. That he’d never let me go. And that scared me even more, you know?”

“Why?” “Because I never wanted him to. I wanted to disappear into his arms and hide myself away in his love. I wanted to let him keep me safe… and I had never wanted anything from anyone, not that way, in my whole life.  Back on Earth, I was – well, I was the same as Vegeta. I was powerful and smart and people looked up to me. People relied on me to keep things running, to keep things moving in the right direction. But with all that power, I could never admit that I really wanted someone to see me. Me - not the money or the power, not the influence or the attitude, not the person I used to be, not the teenage love or the best friend… me, one woman trying to support the weight of an empire, alone.”

Trunks studied his mother’s face. He saw so much of his sister in her stubborn face, her serious frown that would suddenly change into a bright grin, as it did now.

“And then I was here. And Vegeta … your dad saw me. He saw that I was smart, he saw that I was tough, and he saw… that I needed him. I needed his loyalty. I needed his love. And now,” Bulma felt tears starting to prick at her eyes. “And now, he needs mine. He’s out there, somewhere, with poison in his head. That voice, that miasma, it’s torturing him. And I can’t do anything… I’m not strong. I’m not a fighter like Queen Pea. I’m not fast like Beri. But I still want to go to him!”

Trunks shook his head, “Mom…” “I know. I know, he could kill me. He’s not in his right mind. I know all the reasons why I should stay here and there’s no good reason I should go. But Trunks – my heart tells me that you and your dad need me there.”

“Lady Bulma, absolutely not!” Beri objected from the doorway of the kitchen. She looked tired and her hair was wet around the edges, as if she’d just gotten out of the bath. Daiku towered behind her, clogging up the doorframe. His torso was bare and his waist was wrapped in the loose cloth that passed for a towel on this planet.

Shaking his hair a little, he said, “I’m inclined to agree, Princess. This will be no place for you. Beri and Choy will be left behind as well, Choy due to pregnancy and Beri to guard you and the babies, so at least you aren’t alone in your dishonor, if dishonor is what you feel. The Namekians will be here as well.”

“Don’t I outrank you people?” Bulma pouted, put out by the universal objection from her friends.

“You may out rank them,” boomed King Vegeta from the backdoor, swinging it open wide and stepping into the kitchen from the back garden, “But you don’t yet outrank me. You, of course, will not be going.”

Bulma scrunched up her face. She was tired of being told what to do by people who, frankly, didn’t know what she was capable of. They assumed that because she was not Saiyan, she couldn’t contribute to the fight. But – who had kept the darkness in Vegeta at bay? Who had reached his soul through their bond? Who was the premier scientist on her planet? She seethed.

She seethed, but she stayed silent. Long days in board meetings, long nights in the lab had taught her one lesson more consistently than all others: Easier to ask forgiveness than beg permission. The conversation turned to the Queen and to the multiple sightings of Vegeta.

“King Vegeta, the two sightings are as far away from each other as they could be. Should we assume one is a mistake?” Daiku asked.

“How many Saiyans look like my father?” Trunks asked, dubiously.

“He couldn’t be in two places at once, kid. One of the sightings is wrong.”

“What did the messages actually say?” Trunks asked, causing the King to produce two slips of paper from his pocket – the messages from the hawkers who’d been sent to find Vegeta. The King spread them out for all to read.

Sire – Vegeta outside Caarte. Exhausted. Strike recommended immediately.

Sire – Vegeta is in Jardin. Trouble here. Recommend all forces divert to Jardin immediately to prevent imminent loss of life.

“Imminent loss of life? Should we not head immediately to Jardin, then?” Daiku stabbed at the note on the table with a finger. Beri returned from the pantries to spread more food out in front of Daiku and Trunks, who both tucked in almost immediately. Beri ran back to the pantries once more as the King helped himself to a tin of fish, a loaf of bread and four apples as Nappa and Choy walked through the door. Choy was still heavily pregnant and about to pop any day now, but she still looked as strong and robust as ever. Nappa looked pleasantly exhausted – like a cat who’s caught a mouse.

“What’d I miss?” Nappa asked, collapsing into a chair alongside Trunks.

“Kid got a name, Bulma wants to go after Vegeta, King’s men have spotted Vegeta in two different places.” Daiku summed up.

“Good for him, is she nuts, and where at,” Nappa replied, commenting on each announcement in turn. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Trunks,” he grinned. It felt good. Really good – to have a name, to have a mother, to have Saiyans fighting beside him. Hope crept in.

“What kinda name is that?” Nappa screwed up his face. “Not a Saiyan name.”

“No,” Bulma interjected. “His name comes from my people. His sister is called Cipolline, which Vegeta chose.”

“Cipolline!” Daiku, Nappa, Beri and the King exclaimed in unison.

‘Y…es?” Bulma looked a little confused.

“An excellent choice,” the King nodded. “Cipolline was the first queen of Vegetasei. No others have borne her name since.”

“Why?” Bulma asked.

“She abdicated the throne in order to take a common husband. Her father, King again, passed a new law. Saiyans wishing to marry outside their rank and class could do so, provided they obtained the permission of the crown and that the chosen partner could win the right to fast in an antefasting battle.

“Cipolline’s mate battled for her hand, but lost and was killed,” The King continued. “That Cipolline … followed her love to the afterworld at the end of the battle, driving her hand through her heart, in the same manner that her mate’s opponent had killed him.”

Bulma felt sorry for her, that Cipolline who gave up everything for her mate… and Bulma understood.

“No Saiyan has named their child Cipolline since, afraid that the new babe would share her sad destiny – to change our world, and to die doing it,” the King finished.

“Then why,” Bulma asked, “did you say it was an excellent choice?”

“Because Vegeta must believe this child is strong enough, not only to bear that fate – but to break it,” the King smiled, reaching over the table and cupping Bulma’s cheek in his hand. “As her mother is known to do.”

Bulma patted his hand.

“My lord,” Daiku interrupted, “Jardin or Caarte?”

The King frowned again, brought out of the romantic troubles of the past to the very serious troubles of their present… and future. “The missive from Jardin seems more urgent than the one from near Caarte, but isn’t it possible that Vegeta, in his madness, attacked Jardin and then made for Caarte, exhausting himself and stopping to rest?”

The room nodded. It was the logical interpretation of the two sightings.

“Where’s the Queen?” Nappa asked.

“Unknown. We know from Cress that she went off to find Vegeta, but there’s no telling where she went, since she did so before either message arrived,” the King growled in his irritation. Pea should have waited – now his focus was split when he needed to act decisively more than ever.

Choy spoke up next. “Then you must leave her to it, my lord. If she doesn’t find Vegeta, she’s perfectly safe. If she does, you four will be there to fight with her soon enough. We must proceed as if she weren’t involved at all.”

The men nodded – it was logical. Still, the King’ heart burned in his chest. He could feel some trouble, some struggle inside himself, and wondered if Pea was in danger after all.

“We’re leaving.” The King stood, hands on his hips, barking orders. “Jardin first. Nappa, inform the Crown’s Battalion immediately. Daiku, get dressed. Trunks, go with Nappa and get the appropriate gear from the armory.”

The three men saluted the King in the Saiyan way, fists over hearts and opposite hands tucked behind their backs. Daiku and Nappa kissed their wives, Trunks hugged his mother tight, and then they were all gone in four flashes of light.

Bulma sat at the table, feeling angry and scared and lost – and not much liking it. Choy placed a hand on her shoulder. “Come out back, Princess.”

Bulma cocked an eyebrow. “Why?”

“A gift from Nappa.” Choy gestured for Beri to follow them as she lead the way through the kitchen garden door. “When the King came in through this door earlier, I really thought the jig was up. But either he didn’t notice, he didn’t think it was out of place, or he was too distracted to care.”

“About what, Choy?” Bulma asked, still not getting the point.

Choy gestured to a Saiyan space pod, the oldest model Bulma had seen yet, that had been landed just outside the estate on the opposite side of a garden shed. It was too small to fit Nappa OR Choy.

“What… is this?” Bulma walked over, running her hands over the pod’s weather beaten surface to find the airlock tensioner so she could release it and have a look inside.

“It’s an illegal pod. Waaayyy too broken down to actually make it out of the atmosphere and it really should have been decommissioned and turned into scrap by now.” Beri frowned. “Why. Is it. Here. Choy?” she growled, already seeing into Nappa’s machinations and hating it, hating it, hating it with every fiber of her being. Beri was fast… if she flew hard, she could catch up with Nappa and kill him dead.

“Because this is wrong,” Choy said, folding her arms across her chest, legs apart, ready to fight if need be. “Bulma has every right to fight for Vegeta’s life. She is his wife. She is his mate. They have the eternal bond of the Keiyaku. She is our best chance to bring the Prince home alive!” Choy yelled.

“She is powerless. She will die!” Beri yelled back. “She has two babies inside, Choy!”

“Uh, excuse you two,” Bulma interjected, “she is right here, she can hear you.” Beri and Choy looked down a little, each ashamed. “Beri, I’m not powerless. I am a brilliant scientist, and now: I’m going to prove it to you.”

Bulma strode over to the shed, tossing out wrenches and rebar and shovels; flotsam and jetsam of every type she could find – everything metal, anything useful. She found an acetylene torch at the back, and felt sure she had everything she needed.

“I’m going to tear this ship apart and make it into something I can use to fly. I’m going to find Vegeta, I’m going to slap some sense into him, and this will all be over by breakfast.”

Choy smiled.

Beri shook her head

***

In the armory, Trunks picked out a dark purple suit and the same type of flexiplate chest armor his father wore, the same flexiplate boots with the reinforced tip. Nappa gave a low whistle when he saw him dressed. “You look like a Saiyan, kid. Missing some shit, though.” Nappa walked out of the armory, and returned just a moment later with a full red cape that he clipped into the shoulders of Trunks’ chest armor so that it billowed out behind him. Next, Nappa produced a small pot of  

“Is that blood, Nappa?” Trunks exclaimed.

“It should be, but I ain’t bleeding for ya, kid. Vegeta can do that. His job anyway, or maybe Daiku’s, but I am not getting my ass chewed for letting you into the field unmarked.”

“Unmarked?”

Nappa shoved Trunks half a step backward and brushed the boy’s hair away from the left side of the breast plate. “Tie this shit up, kid. Shame to die ‘cause you got your fuckin’ hair pulled in a fight.”

“Right.” Trunks took a leather string off his wrist and used it to tie up his hair. “So, what do you mean by unmarked?” “Royalty’s gotta be marked as royalty on a battlefield so if ya die, the person who killed ya can’t piss and moan about not knowing you were royalty when the rest of the Saiyan race comes to kill them.”

Trunks cocked a brow and Nappa snorted. “Don’t know about your fucked up time, but Saiyans are loyal. You are a Prince of the Crown,” Nappa said, dabbing his finger in the red stuff as he traced the Saiyan Royal Family symbol onto the boy’s chest. “This mark on your heart tells the world – ‘you fuck with this kid, you fuck with this whooole goddamn race.”

Trunks found it oddly touching, if vulgar. “And it’s supposed to be in blood?”

“Yeah, your father’s or your teacher’s. I ain’t either one, but this is a weird fuckin’ day,” Nappa said, straightening back up to his full height. “There. Now you look like a Prince. Let’s go kick the shit outta Vegeta.”

Nappa turned to leave the armory and Trunks followed him. At the edge of the room, he stopped as something caught his eye. Trunks sidestepped and removed a sword and scabbard from the wall. He unfastened the buckle and shoved the scabbard under his cape, fastening the buckle again in the front and sheathing the sword. Only the hilt, grip and pommel were visible, poking up near the nape of his neck, and the sword would be fully concealed when he let down his hair.

Nappa gave him a funny look, to which Trunks replied, “What? I like swords.”

The two marched out, Nappa shaking his head, to join the King and Daiku at the sally-out point on the roof of the armory. Both were there already, clad and waiting, when Nappa and Trunks finally emerged from the stairwell.

“Who’s blood is that?” Daiku gestured to the symbol hastily fingerpainted on Trunks’ chest.

“Not mine, so take your tail out of your ass,” Nappa snapped. “It’s fuckin paint. Until his father can do it properly.”

Daiku huffed, but said nothing more.

“Ready?” the King asked. The other Saiyans snapped to attention, and the King lead them off into the skies to approach Jardin.

***

Bulma looked uncertain. “Uhh… okay, here goes nothing!” She squeezed both her hands, both gloved in steel gauntlets with switches in the palm. The right hand controlled the left boot, the left hand controlled the right boot. Hitting both switches at once should cause both pulsar thrusters to activate in both boots, and she should be able to fly.

Or, explode.

Probably both.

Bulma squeezed her hands shut, squeezed her eyes shut, and squeezed her buns together to lock her legs in place as she shot into the air, spiraling upward and screaming all the while. Beri shot into the air with her and grabbed her by the waist to stop her upward ascent. Bulma released her grip on the palm switches little by little until the thrust was more stable.

Bulma was hovering in mid-air, Beri’s hands still firmly around her middle.

Bulma tapped the two switches twice, rapidly, simultaneously to lock in the current setting. She should be able to let go of the switches to test the blasters now… or she would plummet to the ground.

She let go.

The boots kept her aloft.

“Ha ha!” Bulma crowed triumphantly, “I did it! Yes! I can flyyyyyyyyyyy!” She did a little loop-de-loop in the air, curling in on her abs and dislodging Beri as she did.

“Princess! Be careful!” Beri snapped.

Bulma laughed again. “I did it! I did it!” She sighed happily. “Now, let’s see if the weapons work.”

Beri flew back a short distance and took a fighting stance. “Ready when you are. Remember, if these don’t work, I won’t let you leave.”

Bulma reached over and tapped at a screen on her left arm, fingers flying over the screen for barely a second. The hover settings were working. She tapped again, changing the settings from flight to fight – the switches in her gauntlets would now activate a few different energy wave attacks.

“Ready?” Bulma called out to Beri.

“Ready!” Beri yelled back.

Bulma suddenly remembered her favorite video game back on Earth. MegaMan, the blue bomber. She chuckled to herself – her gauntlets kind of looked like his! Guess that makes me, what? The blue bombshell? Let’s do this.

Bulma went weapons free – blasting at Beri with ki waves and heat blasts. Beri evaded each, deftly, easily. Bulma spun on the spot, still hovering, but able to shoot from that rail at any angle, and Beri crept up on her little by little, weaving through her shots.

Beri placed both her hands on Bulma shoulders. “Princess, you can’t beat a Saiyan like this, you need to be able to fly around as we do – quickly, nimbly, unpredictably. I can’t let you go after Vege-“

Bulma slammed her fists together in front of her chest and an enormous energy blast surrounded her, knocking Beri off her back and blinding her. Bulma spun around and put the blaster to Beri’s head. “Bang.”

Beri blinked, feeling the energy weapon at her temple. Bulma could have blown her head off just now. All those mornings spent training with Vegeta before her pregnancy, all the afternoons watching the Saiyans train had obviously paid off. Bulma could fight, and now she had weapons that would give her a sliver of a chance.

The weapons also meant that there would be no stopping Bulma from going after Vegeta. He could still, easily, kill her… but Beri knew that Bulma now felt strong enough to take him on, no matter how wrong she really was.

It was a losing battle.

Beri would have to let her go.

Bulma tapped at the screen on her arm and went gently back to the ground. Beri touched down next to her, and Choy gathered both up in her arms and squeezed them into a giant bear hug. “It worked!” Bulma laughed and Beri smiled, despite her trepidation.

When Choy finally put the smaller women down, Bulma looked at them both seriously. “Choy, Beri… will you watch Trunks and Cipolline? Dende will be here if anything goes wrong, and the other Namekians can help you guard the estate. I … have to go after Vegeta.

“I’ll care for them as if they were my own cubs,” Choy said, patting her own swollen belly.

“And I’ll take care of Choy,” Beri laughed. “You’re sure I can’t talk you into staying? Please, Lady Bulma… you just came back from the land of the dead. Your babies need you. This… this Kingdom needs you. You’ve heard what happens when you die – everything goes to hell.”

“That’s not what happens, Beri.” Choy corrected her. Bulma and Beri turned to look at the taller woman as she explained, “That isn’t what happens at all. In that boy’s time, our planet is lost and our people are dead not because Bulma died, but because Vegeta lost all hope. It is hope that he needs, hope that she can give… hope that will save us all. She must go.”

Beri threw her arms around Bulma’s neck. “You must come back – alive and unhurt. You must, you must.”

“I promise.” Bulma said, hugging her friend tightly before shooting off into the air before she could change her mind. She decided to set off for the outskirts of Caarte – the King’s party would be heading to Jardin, and she doubted the King would be as supportive of her decision as her friends had been.

***

Vegeta had found an empty, if not abandoned, house on a dilapidated farm to sleep in after wandering the outskirts of Caarte for most of the day, slinking from cover to cover and trying to avoid the crown’s hawkers, naked as the day he was born. He was fairly certain he’d been spotted at least once, though.

By dusk, Vegeta had found himself more tired than he should be and he began to search for a safe place to sleep. He’d found the farmstead, windows dusty and doors locked, looking empty. Vegeta had walked through the outbuildings and the barn, finding no signs of life. Not even a barn cat. The grounds were empty.

That was good enough for him. He lit a fire inside, ripping a curtain off the wall and tying it around himself like an ancient Saiyan’s toga. He tried to make the farmstead seem as though it contained a family – the best cover for a lone man was a crowd. Absent a real crowd, Vegeta would try to simulate one. Smoke trickled out of the chimney and Vegeta turned on every light on the property – the barn and outbuildings shown against the purple bruise of night.

Further supporting the idea that the farmstead was abandoned was the total, complete lack of food on the premises. Vegeta was starving. He walked out into the field behind the barn and peeled the bark off a sapling tree, thinning it down to a flexible sinew. He tied a snare over a rabbit’s warren, and with nothing better to do, he waited.

It was over an hour before Vegeta saw movement over the hole. Up popped the head of a baby rabbit. Tch. Vegeta abandoned his snare, loosing it with a flick of his wrist – the rabbit kit fled unharmed back into his nest. Just a mouthful. Not worth killing.

Instead, he loosed the neck of his wrap so that only his waist was covered, and used the rest of the fabric as a makeshift bag for the sap thick greens of lion weeds and the sweet, floral heads of clover plants. Both grew thickly in the field, and he soon had enough to fill his belly. He walked back to the farmstead, stopping to strip the needles off a branch of a tree for a hunger-killing tea.

He walked through the back door of the farmstead and instantly dropped everything he was holding – stunned by what he saw waiting for him.

“Vegeta?” Round, rose petal lips spoke. He stared. Clear, glittering, dazzling blue eyes stared at him. Vegeta stepped forward, crushing the plants he’d gathered for his dinner under his bare feet. “Vegeta, are you alright?” the vision asked, pale skin moving like cream floating to the top of fresh milk, as it removed heavy metal gloves and let them drop on the floor. His hand shook as he reached up to touch her, knowing that she would dissolve into mist as she had done over and over all day long.

He stopped, shaking still. Maybe if he didn’t touch her this time, maybe this time it would last a little while longer – the illusion that he was home, that she was alive. He stood there, hand trembling, breathing jaggedly, blinking hard – both willing this torturous vision to end, and hoping it would never go away.

Bulma grabbed Vegeta by the nape of his neck, both hands desperately grasping his hair, and her lips flew to his. She kissed him again and again, whispering his name, “Vegeta, Vegeta, where have you been? Vegeta, are you alright? Say something.”

Vegeta stood there, stone still but melting little by little as her hands and her mouth fluttered over his lips, his neck, his face, his hair. “Bulma?” He grabbed her by the shoulders, fingers digging tightly into her flesh. “Are you real?"

Bulma frowned at him. Was he really mad now? “Vegeta, it’s me. I’m here. I’m real. Really.”

Vegeta fell to his knees, burying his head against her stomach. Bulma thought he might be weeping. She stroked his hair, his neck, his shoulders. “I’m really here.”

“You’re alive?” he whispered against her.

“I’m okay.”

“The children?”

“At home with Beri and Choy and a Namekian guard. I came to get you, since you seemed to be having trouble getting home.”

“Bulma, I’m sorry,” Vegeta said, still whispering. He leaned his forehead against her stomach, still on his knees. “I broke my promise. I let you die.”

“Vegeta. Stand up.” Bulma dropped her arms from his neck. “Stand up,” she repeated when he didn’t stand. “Vegeta, get up and look me in the eye!”

He stood.

Bulma placed both her hands on his cheeks.

“I did not die. You did not break your promise. None of this is your fault. Whatever darkness was in your head, whatever it told you – it was wrong. Whatever it said about you, whatever it said about me – it was wrong. Your father is alive. Your mother is alive. I am alive. Our children are alive. Stop acting like such a sadsack and fight this thing!”

In the blink of an eye, Vegeta was on top of her, peeling her suit down to fill his hands with her breasts, kissing her deeply, roughly, with an unbearable and ferocious need. Bulma arched her back as he pulled the suit lower over the soft curve of her hips. She kicked off the flight boots and wrapped her legs around his back, digging the fingers of one hand into his muscular behind, the thin cloth he wore making no real barrier between them. Her other hand was knotted tightly into his hair, holding his face to hers as she drank his kisses in like a wilted flower.

His lips left hers, only to let his tongue trail over the line of her jaw. He felt something primal taking over his body and he sank his teeth into her neck. Bulma threw her head back as electricity jolted through her, connecting the tender flesh of her neck with the tender flesh between her thighs. Tingling, shuddering – her neck bleeding just slightly, but a river of warmth flowing out between her legs.

Vegeta lapped at the blood from her neck, feeling his senses coming back to him. Bulma squeezed her eyes and her thighs shut and she felt the same way she had when Dende had catapulted her through the Keiyaku to Vegeta when he was imprisoned in the mind of that miasma. Every memory, every sensation they’d ever shared flashed before their eyes and washed over their hearts.

Vegeta, mouth working around one of Bulma’s rosey, erect nipples now, lifted himself up and parted Bulma’s thighs with one hand, guiding his burning member inside of her with one swift motion. Joined again and pumping in and out of her, the flashing memories changed  - every time he’d been inside her, every feeling he’d felt within her, washed over them both. Every thrust into her slick body, every flick of his tongue over her wetness, every delight she’d ever felt, washed over them both now. Everything they’d ever felt alone before, they felt together now. Vegeta thrust in and out of her with incredible speed, skin slapping skin. He leaned down, scooping her up in his arms and crushing her to him, both arms behind her back. Bulma gasped and shuttered and cried. She buried her face in his neck, and instinct made her open her own mouth, biting down into the muscle and sinew of his shoulder. Blood flowed out of him and into her mouth, but it tasted like the sweetest wine.

His chest rumbled in a low, long groan of pleasure as she ran her tongue around the wound, licking and sucking the flesh. He felt the same electric shock run between the bite and his groin, everything firey and aching now. Vegeta sucked the spot on Bulma’s neck as she licked gently at the wound she’d made on his, and the connection was complete.

They both exploded into bliss beyond bliss – a crushing, agonizing, incredible feeling beyond any orgasm ever felt before. Vegeta’s head was clearer than it had been in years, he felt stronger than he’d ever felt before. He gently let go of a panting, overworked Bulma, laying her down beneath him. He was still inside her, both in her mind through the Keiyaku connection and physically, his member was still inside her, still hard. He felt ready to take her again, ready to take on the world after he did. He kissed her lips softly, softly.

“I love you,” he said.

Bulma laid under him, eyes closed. Every time he breathed, his hardness jumped a little inside her. She could still feel … everything. Everything he felt, everything he’d ever felt. Every time she’d ever cum around him, whimpering and screaming out his name, was still flooding through her. Her eyes fluttered open, and Vegeta stared down at her with such love… and such hunger… in his flaming teal eyes, that she began to move against him without intending to, rolling her hips up.

Wait – teal eyes???

Vegeta was blond haired, teal eyed and glowing with a golden ki from his place on top of her. “Vegeta!” he ground his hips into hers, roughly rolling his body into hers, creating the most incredible, delightful pressure against her sensitive clitoris. She cried out in pleasure and surprise. “Vegeta, look!”

He looked at himself through her eyes and saw himself a golden, glowing god. He had his ki back, his ability to fight would be above his old abilities a hundred fold, but right now, feeling Bulma’s hot breath in his ear, her warm, wet slickness flowing over his cock as he rolled in and out, in and out of her – the change didn’t seem important.

Bulma hooked her legs around his back, pulling him down and around until he was underneath her. She wanted to see him. His eyes rolled back in his head as the new position plunged his manhood even deeper inside her. Bulma leaned forward, watching him bite his lip as she lifted herself almost completely off him before driving his cock back home, hard. He growled and grabbed her ass in both hands, trying to keep her ground to him.

Those long, slow strokes up. The fast, hard slam back inside. Bulma rolled and rocked up and down on top of him, watching his rippling chest rise and fall more raggedly the more she rode him. She threw her head back and his golden glow enveloped them both as they came together, still connected by the Keiyaku, each feeling the force of their own orgasm and of the other's – passion and pleasure echoing and doubling and rippling out out out in their bodies. Bulma felt as though she would come apart entirely, drift away into nothing. No sooner had she thought it than Vegeta grabbed her hard around the waist with one arm, ramming himself inside her, grinding his hips into hers hard enough to bruise. He grabbed her chin with his other hand, forcing Bulma to look down into the intensity of his eyes.

“No leaving. Never again.”

Bulma quivered and shook around him as he lifted his hips off the floor, both hands on her hips now as he raised her up with him, keeping her pinned to him in pleasure so intense it was half pain.

Bulma dug her nails into his chest, drawing blood. “Never! Never!”

One final thunderclap of an orgasm rolled through them both, and they lay together: panting, sweating, the whole world glowing gold.