サイヤ人 の王子

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My body is but a #pridefulxprince temple.

“RIGHT…. NEVER.”

Gohan was trying to focus himself, but he was definitely feeling a little too excited for this opportunity, and he wasn’t going to waste his time being too serious to not enjoy the fight. He was admiring the other’s form, seeing with every motion just how much he’s improved over the years, and it was so much a distraction that he missed a single beat. This caused him to have his face collide with the other’s fist, and it sent him staggering back with a loud “Oof!”. He recovered quickly enough, and fought back with a flurry of his own punches. Though he was caught slightly off-guard when that comment slipped from the other’s lips, and he was again momentarily distracted by it, which ended with him getting blasted in the gut and a kick. The boy retaliated with a slight hiss leaving his throat, and he fired back his own blast, before disappearing from view with a quick dash to the left. Gohan was only gone for a breath, and he reappeared behind the man with a kick to his back. Lowers back to a more relaxed pose, but not so lax as to not get back into their sparring, and smirks his way. “Man, Vegeta. You’ve seriously been going hard on yourself, huh?? I think it’s great!” | @bejitaouji​ |

Vegeta flashed a smirk at the boy’s exclamation of pain, because in his experience such noises had always equated to one thing: victory. Still, the fight had just begun and the Prince wasn’t letting his guard down just yet. He had made that mistake when Gohan was but a small child, granting him more of a taste of royal blood than he ever should have rightfully gotten. Just the phantom of that memory was enough to send a surge of fury through him once more, and he swatted aside the blast hurling his way. A distraction, he knew at once, and turned to meet Gohan’s kick with a forearm.

Vegeta didn’t respond to the boy’s comment, however good-natured it might have been meant to sound. It was unnecessary, annoying. With a yell, he instead sent a powerful punch aimed square for Gohan’s jaw. Whether or not it connected, the boy would find his attacks strengthened as his aura began to flare to life.

He shook his head, that smile turning into something a little more smug as he felt his confidence getting a boost from just hearing the other’s little taunts. “Uh-uh… I’m not backing down from this, Vegeta.” He followed him as he moved on past, and it was great to have some fresh air flooding his lungs. Gohan took a moment to let it all soak in, before his attention was on the other as he took his stance on the opposite side. It was a stance almost mirroring his father’s, and he sort of took it on over the years as he honed more of his skill, but it was so gradual he never noticed it. “Ready when you are.” He smirked, and waited for a moment longer before he took the initiative! With a burst of energy, aura burning white, he rushed forward with a well-aimed kick. There was full intention to bring hurt wherever he could, if it was to prove a point to this egocentric Saiyan. He really wanted to test his strength against the other, and see how he measured up now. | @bejitaouji​ |

Right now, Vegeta felt as though he was looking at the mirror image of his rival, for Gohan held himself so very much like his father. The Prince could only hope, then, that the boy put up even half as good a fight as Kakarot would have given. 

His hands flew up to guard from the kick, instinctively. His thoughts were directed elsewhere: the hundreds of openings that Gohan might exploit in the next heartbeat, the thousands of ways Vegeta might counter attack. Yet his fists waited for no input, and no careful analysis drove them forward. He only struck at any target that he could find, while his mind pushed to stay one step ahead.  Nothing would escape his notice, not even in what Gohan might consider a casual spar. There was no point to training, after all, if there was nothing to be gained from it.

“You have been keeping up your strength...” Vegeta observed, yet without a moment’s pause, he shot a ki blast straight for Gohan’s stomach, one he sought to follow up with a sharp kick to the same spot. 

Gohan couldn’t explain the reason for it, possibly his Saiyan side whispering, but there was something almost exciting with just talking about their future spar. He nodded, arms folding across his chest, but he couldn’t stop the smile from spreading wider on his face. “Sure, whatever you say, Vegeta! I expect you to go hard, as you always ever do.” He pointed back with his thumb over his shoulder. “So, were you wanting to do this now? I don’t have any plans for tonight, but if you do we can always schedule this for another time?” He wanted something like he’s never wanted in a long time, and that was to send his fist flying into someone’s smug face. His body was already twitching with excitement, and he wondered if his father above was enjoying this as much as he was right now. Look at how serious Vegeta is! I hope he means what he says, and he’s been pushing. | @bejitaouji​ |

“I have no problem with doing this right now, unless you’re having second thoughts?” He sneered, unfolding his arms and walking a few paces closer. Without even glancing Gohan’s way, the Prince continued past him towards the clearing that was their yard. He turned to face the other, not yet assuming a fighting stance.

“So, are you up to the challenge? Or have you just remembered some important homework?” Now his grin was feral, hungry in the way any Saiyan might recognize as bloodlust. He had been itching for a good challenge himself, and with Kakarot gone, that had been hard to come by. Training dummies and machines were nothing compared to the impact of fist against flesh. He hadn’t realized how much he had needed this, and found himself hoping that the boy wouldn’t lose his nerve.

Gohan could tell that the older warrior was not in the best of moods, but when was he really ever? Still, he knew that he should play it safe and to try not to provoke him as well as he could. That temper. He put a hand to the back of his head, scratching idly while he thought of what was appropriate to say, and laughed a bit. “Well!… I was just stopping by for a visit. Haven’t seen any of you guys in years. Was this a bad time? If so, I’m sorry.” Though, the idea of training with someone so strong did give off some sort of appeal to him. Yet, the boy knew it was probably thinking too much on the impossible with that option. He shrugged, and looked off to the side with a smile still there on his face. “Ah, um… I don’t know about training with you, but now that this is the topic of discussion; I wouldn’t mind just seeing how much you’ve improved! If you wanted to spar, or something, that is?” | @bejitaouji​ |

Despite himself, that response lent a smirk to Vegeta’s otherwise hard expression. Not to say that the smirk was especially warm. No, the Prince was amused (and perhaps something akin to proud) to see that the boy still carried some of Kakarot’s fighting spirit. Anything less would have been a disgrace for a Saiyan--half or not.

“Are you sure about that, boy? Don’t get cocky just because of where you stood all those years ago. I’ve been pushing myself harder than you could ever dream of. And I won’t show you mercy just because you’re younger.” He scoffed at the very notion, although Gohan was probably well aware of the fact already.

Years passed since the fight with Cell, and he had kept his promise to keep up with training himself, even if it was in a more lax setting. The half-Saiyan just didn’t have the same drive as his father had, but he also knew it was wise to at least keep up some of his strength. His thoughts always traveled to that future timeline, where his good friend Trunks was always worried for peace, and though Gohan knew he couldn’t let that keep him down forever; There was still a need to not let that happen to his time. Though, he kept such thoughts to himself, and was finding himself excited to begin schooling in a public place, which took up the rest of his thoughts for the following week. He decided it was time to visit Capsule Corp, and see how everyone was doing there, since he was most likely going to be stopping by this place more often with his school in the city. It was sort of mind blowing that he hadn’t really been there enough, and now he was briefly waving his greetings towards the younger Trunks. “Hey there! It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?? Wow! You’re way taller!” He was just a baby. Now look at him!! “Is your dad around?? I wonder if he’s changed at all, too!” Gohan was all smiles, and then he felt the energy behind him, which had him turn to him with a light wave at the ready.

   “Vegeta!! Hey!”

“Well well, if it isn’t Kakarot’s brat.” One thing was made immediately clear to the boy: Vegeta’s attitude certainly hadn’t changed much. His manners, as ever, left something to be desired. It was evident not only in his tone, but the look of disdain that he surveyed Gohan with.

“What has you skulking around here? Don’t tell me you’ve gone weak and expect me to train you.” Already aggravated with the notion, the Prince scoffed, folding his arms as he waited for the boy’s answer. While it was his father that Vegeta had always sought to surpass, Gohan’s strength against Cell had made quite an impression on him as well. If he had maintained that strength (bolstered it, even?) then Vegeta would have yet another Saiyan to surpass. And if he hadn’t...somehow, that thought was too disgusting to consider at the moment.

“And what?… Are you going to show me your progress, now? What a waste of time this is. I doubt a day’s worth of training, even a week, is much worth to a Saiyan that can’t properly grasp the potential that is so deeply embedded in your bodies. You talk of falling asleep mid-fight? Well, I’m having a bit of a snore-fest right now, judging by what power you’re displaying currently. Why don’t you go on ahead and power up for me, my good little Saiyan. I can wait…” Yet, he wasn’t going to ever admit it, there was a veiled strain of annoyance that bugged him desperately. The arrogance he saw in the other warrior was as insulting as his gloat of power, and he was not going to stand for it much longer. They had all the time in the world, and he could feel his partner’s power far off and fighting the other’s no doubt. So, he would take this chance to deal with the impudent, and overly eager warrior to his death. There wasn’t a need to comment on his partner’s strength, for it was obvious that Zamasu’s was secondary when comparing it to his own power, and the power of these Saiyans. | @bejitaouji​ |

“...I’m sorry, are you almost done, because I swear you’ve been rambling as long as that one.” Vegeta said, tossing a flippant wave Zamasu’s way. Once his attention settled back on the pseudo-Saiyan, however, his teeth bared in a grin. Yes, he would oblige Black’s command happily, if only just to punch that smug expression right off of his stolen face. With a yell, the Prince took himself right into Super Saiyan and rushed forward. The transformation was as natural as breathing (or fighting).

“Keeping up well enough,” He began, teeth gritted as he threw a series of punches, “But I’ve always wondered, why don’t you ever bother to go Super Saiyan? Don’t tell me you don’t like the color.”

The time spent on making his abilities better, and the extremity at which he forced himself to go until he passed out from exhaustion, was pushing himself closer to his goals. Yes, he knew that if he could surpass the Saiyans that dared to lay sinful hands on his godly form, then all would be set right in the universe. Black was now staring down the individual that had surprisingly caused him more issues than he would ever admit to.  He stared at the other with a light smirk on his features, twisting the very visage of the shell he inhabited; hoping that it would unsettle this one, as it very well did to his son.

   “Vegeta… You came all this way again, to the future, and for what? How many times must I tell you that Son Goku, and yourself, won’t do much to stop me. You’re far too weak.” The Saiyan Prince was definitely a worthy adversary, and had opened his eyes to heights he didn’t know were possible with the body he’s claimed. | @bejitaouji |

“Black. Just as full of yourself as ever, I see. Let’s hope that talk actually means something, or else I might fall asleep mid-fight.” It was always odd, seeing his own cockiness mirrored by Kakarot’s visage. Something about that always pissed him off more than anything. Not only that this delusional god dared to steal the strength of their race for his twisted plans, but to take Kakarot’s body...yes, that stung in ways he would never admit, not even to himself.

“I don’t know about you, but Kakrot and I haven’t just been running around aimlessly, wasting our strength on defenseless people. We’ve actually been training. I suppose that’s hard for you to come by, what with your only sparring partner being that weak fool of a Kai.”

It seemed that the peace they all fought for against the terrible Cell was soon to be destroyed yet again, as the vague warning from Trunks was heard; The fact that the boy risked another jump in time just to warn them was honestly alarming. Gohan had to take a long while to collect himself of this awful news, but even the future boy couldn’t say what it was or how long it would be until that destructive force (or being) came here to their timeline. It wasn’t going to be a fun time… So, he had actually managed to get Vegeta in the Time Chamber with him to train, for however long they could, and upon entering the void-like place he noticed the Saiyan was already in bad spirits. Gohan didn’t waste any time in throwing the air a few punches and kicks, feeling the ache there already as he hadn’t been keeping up with his training for a few months now. “Man, this is going to be quite the workout, huh Vegeta?” He tried to ease that tension, but a look over towards the disgruntled man had him regretting even saying a word to the other. “What is it??” | @bejitaouji |

He had been a fool to agree to help, and an even bigger fool to agree to sharing the time chamber with the pathetic half-Saiyan. It was something Vegeta would not have even considered in the past, yet in the wake of Cell’s defeat he had become a different man. To say that he had softened would be a mistake, of course. The proud Prince was as crude as ever and just as dedicated to pushing his limits. It was his motivation that had shifted. 

He was ashamed to look back and realize how foolish he must have looked. A sniveling brat, waving around an empty title with hardly any means of backing it up. He would no longer continue to be the sort of man that he himself would want to give a good punch. Vegeta, whether he would admit it or not, had changed in the face of Goku’s sacrifice. But no, he had not softened and the stare directed at Gohan was nothing short of intimidating.

“Look at you. The boy who defeated Cell, hardly able to get through his warm-ups.” There was no mockery in his tone, only frustration, disgust. “Pathetic, how the hell can you disgrace your father’s memory with a show like that. Have you even trained at all since then? Well?”

PLACE IN SOCIETY

✖ FINANCIAL – wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty ✖ MEDICAL – fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / deceased ✖ CLASS OR CASTE – upper / lower / middle / working / slave / unsure ✖ EDUCATION – qualified / unqualified / studying

FAMILY

✖ MARITAL STATUS – married, happily (TCH I GUESS) / married, unhappily / engaged and devoted to a fault / partnered / single / divorced / widow or widower / separated / it’s complicated (aka are they legally married? IDEK) ✖ CHILDREN – has a child/children / no children / wants children / adopted children ✖ FAMILY – close with siblings  / not close with siblings / has no siblings / siblings are deceased / it’s complicated (as in, I never saw the movie with Tarble oops) ✖ AFFILIATION – orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by both (?) parents / other

TRAITS & TENDENCIES

✖ disorganized / organized / in between ✖ close-minded / open-minded / in between ✖ cautious / reckless / in between ✖ patient / impatient / in between ✖ outspoken / reserved / in between ✖ leader / follower / in between ✖ sympathetic / unemphathetic / in between ✖ optimistic / pessimistic / in between ✖ hardworking / lazy / in between ✖ cultured / uncultured / in between ✖ loyal / disloyal / in between ✖ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION

✖ SEXUALITY – heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual ( grey-asexual ) / pansexual / demisexual ✖ SEX – sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable ✖ ROMANCE – romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable ✖ SEXUALLY – sexually adventurous / sex experienced / naive / inexperienced/ curious / uninterested

ABILITIES

✖ COMBAT SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✖ LITERACY SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✖ ARTISTIC SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✖ TECHNICAL SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / non

Tagged by: @kurogoku​

“Tch, I pushed her out of the way because she was too slow. I didn’t intend on saving her from that speeding car, it just happened that way, okay?!”

Overseeing the fights was one of his favorite part about this little setup that he and his Omni-King’s decided to throw. It was even more of a certain sort of thrill to see several of these universes cleansed, and the hardened expressions on every mortal below only heightened his Lord’s excitement. He was happy for his Lord’s happiness, and would see to it that they’d continue to be. Just as the last universe, universe six, was erased he saw the most gracious look of defeat on the twin universe’s God. It was there, silently, and all the angels could feel the feline’s slow decline of temper. | @bejitaouji |

Everyone knew the inevitable outcome of the tournament. Lose and be lost to time forever. Friendships across universes were similarly doomed, for to see yourself survive you needed to endure the loss of those you cared for. Cared...had he really cared about the boy? About any of them? Ask him outright and Vegeta wouldn’t have even deigned to answer with more than a harsh look. But deep down, that bond couldn’t be denied any more than his bond with Kakarot, different as it might have been.

There was even more to it than personal attachment; they had been Saiyans. Full blooded Saiyans, the likes of which Vegeta had never thought to see again outside of himself and Kakarot. There had been an entire planet of them, similar to his own lost homeworld. He had meant to see it, one day. And now...

A single glance told him that the Gods, as ever, didn’t understand their mortal plight. He felt a wave of sickening nostalgia wash over him, stomach roiling and the taste of bile at his throat, remembering the way Frieza would laugh at the fate of his fallen comrades. The Prince looked to Grand Priest’s gleeful expression and that was it. It was too much to bear.

     “HEY you! Grand Priest, that’s right, the man high above everyone       else. Enjoying yourself? Or is it just fulfilling your duties that puts       that disgusting look of joy on your face?”

   “Well… Let me think.” Folds his arms, seeing as they were trying to figure this out right now, versus just sparring for the moment. What was I even thinking about?! “So, I remember trying to push my Spirit Bomb back. I remember feeling the energy surrounding me, which was seriously weird, let me tell you. Hmm…” This was honestly the most difficult thing to think of for him, as everything was usually just something that naturally happened, and he couldn’t ever explain his reasons for why. “I thought about not wanting to fail… but then there weren’t any thoughts other than… wild, or raw… It’s like I was there, but wasn’t. I could feel me moving around, but… I don’t really know! I guess that’s why they kept calling it something about instinct? Maybe it’s about pushing me beyond the limit, both physically and mentally? I’ve never felt that way before, even against Frieza. That was pure rage with him. This was totally different, like needing to survive.” | @bejitaouji​ |

Honestly, Vegeta had expected to hear something like that, and he didn’t see it as much help. It was obvious that one of the triggers was something like a near-death experience. However, as they both knew, the result of that alone was a boost in power. For years, for decades, they had experienced the growth of their abilities after coming back from a near-fatal wound (or sometimes, from death). No, there was more to it than that...

“You don’t remember feeling stronger at all?” He pressed, thinking back to the two fights in which Goku had managed to hold the form. “You were fighting some impressive opponents. Was it fear, excitement, or something else pushing you further than usual?”

The Hyperbolic Time Chamber was always something that he would never get used to, even if it did help him with getting stronger, the side effects were a little much. Endless stretches of space, endless time, and it was never harder than when he was in the thick of training. Sometimes the strain on his body would prove to be too taxing, but still he’d find a way to get past it, and endure for longer moments. If there was one way to find more potential, to unlock it, then it would be up to himself and Vegeta to find the way. Right now they were in the middle of another sparring session, and he was surprised that he didn’t have to bargain the other into engaging with him. Though, it wasn’t enough for him, and he was having a problem trying to tap into that power he held in the last tournament. Pauses for breath, taking a step back, and smirks at the other.

   “Vegeta, man… I just don’t know if this is going to work. Maybe that was just a one-time deal?? I mean I almost died, so… Or pretty much did. It was… different, somehow.”

| @bejitaouji |

     “Tch, what the hell are you whining about!?       Don’t you always want more power?”

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, Vegeta still might not believe that Kakarot had unleashed a power strong enough to upset Beerus. In the wake of such a discovery, the proud Prince had swallowed just enough pride to agree to help him train, to reach that level once more. Of course, he harbored the more than obvious intention of learning the secret to unlocking said form.

“It’s obviously not just about increasing your power limit...urgh, and that damn angel wouldn’t tell me a thing! Try to think, Kakarot. How did you feel when it happened? What was going through that vacant head of yours?”