i know this might be tough because some threads were just starting to get good/just started but i think i might start dropping a lot of threads on all my blogs for a multitude of reasons. i’m in the middle of making another blog (yeah yeah i know but i can’t help it!) and two i’m just not feeling a lot of these threads and i feel like my characters aren’t characterized how i want them to be. so i want to start on a clean slate (not fresh mind you, i’m keeping any previous interactions it’s just any current ongoing ones’ll be dropped until otherwise)

Upon hearing that she hasn’t heard about Buu for a while, it felt a bit strange, yet at the same time it seemed it would make a bit of sense. Videl didn’t have much knowledge about him to begin with, other than he has been released from his seal and caused the chaos that was ensued on Earth a while back or so. Regardless, she went on with the conversation and took for granted what she just has shared with her. After all, they were technically strangers.

“ Oh, that might explain why you seem to look familiar in that case! By the way, my name is Videl. Nice to meet you, Popu! ”

At this point, the bakery was not too far, as they only had to cross the street to get there.

❝ Fair enough- us Majins tend to look alike anyways. It’s nice to meet you too Videl! ❞

Being as such- she could hone in on the sweets as if it was a sixth sense. Or perhaps it was because she had the biggest sweet tooth of all her sisters, who knew. Either way, it was quite strange that a person like this would know Majin Buu and live to tell- she had heard from bits and rumors of the people she passed by that Buu was now some kind of student of a ‘Mr. Satan’? Something like that? She didn’t quite know. All she knew was that people weren’t as adverse to her because of it.

It seemed as if her excitement for an apple pie was too good to contain herself from gobbling it all down within seconds. Goten wasn’t too surprised as he used to have gotten beyond excited when it came to sweets when he was no higher than his own knee.

Regardless, her gratefulness warmed up his heart with joy and happiness. It always felt nice being kind to younger ones and seeing them being happy with your gratitude.

“ Aw, you’re welcome. Just don’t speak with your mouth full though, you might choke! ” 

Azuki blinked a bit, nodding before she quickly swallowed the pie nearly whole. She was a Majin after all- it wasn’t like that wasn’t a difficult feat. However when the child was done with her snack she merely glanced around, tapping her chin as her brows furrowed. Wait- where did Limon go?

She had originally came to the area on some errand with her guardian and had evidently ran off upon smelling the sweet apple pie in the vicinity. She couldn’t hear Limon calling for her or anything...

Yea, okay. Now, I know who has beat and reformed that guy. It’s gotta be Kakarot. He must’ve struggled but this piece of shit has proven to do stuff that are said impossible. I wonder, how did he managed to beat him though. Is it that thing he did against the gray alien? I’ll have to ask him personally to know how it ended. I wasn’t really surprised when she agreed to them eventually going to hell if they dies. I see that she has decided to support or stop here, but that wasn’t the most surprising parts. I thought they were able to sense power level? Because letting that out when i’m way higher than her is pretty much something I have not expected to hear today. I didn’t laugh but there is definitely an amused smile on my face now. “Quite the mindset, didn’t think y’all had it in y’all” 

i know my blog has basically been almost dead for like a week and i’m Very Sorry but this is relevant

i got my twitch revenue a couple days ago and was deciding what i was going to spend it on- i took a second to consider and i decided to get a avatar commission for vrchat since i’ve been using it a HELL of a lot lately.

Saiyans were proud to a fault. It was almost one of their damning qualities. But there was an upside to their unfaltering stubbornness that made their the most hard to kill species in one on one fights. 

He snorts at her big talk. That’s all it was. Talk. Action was louder than words–and he wanted her to show him how strong she claims to be. If this interesting species of goo people were anything to invest time into battle with or outright destroy. 

Her docile facade was fading. Good, now the real fun would begin. He raised the girl up and prompty SMASHED his head against hers in harsh headbutt. He wouldn’t feel a single thing, but she sure as hell will. He threw her up into the air, sending a large blast of ki to send her flying back.

“HUUAAAUUUGHHHUAAA!!” He screamed loudly. 

The Majin hissed, eyes clenched as his head connected with her’s. She knew the other was much stronger than any person she’s fought before but his massive bulk and brutal fight style left a lot to be desired- she’d have to learn how to adapt in real time almost, it’s been so long since she’s fought for her life. A yelp left the Majin as she was flung, barely catching herself as she was consumed by the ki blast. Any normal person would of dropped dead and there. But not Cota.

The smoke cleared to show the Majin still standing, clearly roughed up but not wincing in pain. Majins had a very high pain tolerance, much higher than any species. Blotches of melting skin seemed to repair itself, forming a skin upon her body once more. She flicked some blood from her nose, a snicker leaving her lips.

❝ Was that all? My younger sister can hit harder than that. ❞

Much alike someone Vegetto knew back home, the little Majinwas—from what he gathered—exceptionally talented when it came to technology. Nosimple gadgets were sufficient; there was always something bigger and betterjust beyond the horizon! Grinning mostly to himself at the fondrecollection of a certain purple-haired punk he once knew, he found himself morewilling to aid in her apparent struggle. Not uncommon for his nature, hemused, but unheard of in retrospect of the type of help he was offering.

“Pana, huh? It’s a pleasure, ‘m sure.”

It was then his attention diverted to the contraption boundto his wrist. Dimensional hopper—travel sized. Supposing the world he currentlyoccupied wasn’t that far ahead in technology, Pana could find aninterest in that. On the flip side, it was also his only way home whenthe time came. Decisions, decisions…

Eyes roaming the surrounding farmland for a few, pensiveseconds, Vegetto solidified his offer to her, and wasn’t going to back outshould she accept.

“I can’t promise you much, honestly—don’t know much aboutthis… er, time.” Shrugging internally, he ignored the warning bells in blaring inhis head regarding the honesty of his situation. “But ‘m sure there’s somethin’there that’ll spark your interest. “What’dya say?”

To finish, he held out a hand as though initiating ahandshake, but in reality, he was merely biding his time to see if she’d comply,and take hold—once she did, whoosh! Capsule Corp inbound.

Pana would be lying if she said she hadn’t been silently eyeing the odd-looking watch... Thing on Vegetto’s wrist. Though she thought it rude to ask about it or make her staring anymore blatant. So she just kept it to herself as her attention was brought back to Vegetto. Don’t know much about this time? What in the world could that possibly mean? Her eyes went back to the thing on Vegetto’s wrist, clogs clearly turning in her head. Wait... He couldn’t be. Nah, that was a tale of Earthen science fiction, there’s no way something like that could exist. Dispelling the nagging thoughts of theories in her head, the young Majin glanced to his hand.

❝ Frankly I’ll just take anything that I can get my hands on. Doesn’t have to be anything too fancy or high tech, I can work with even the most simple of computer parts. ❞

This is reinforced by the pile of spare parts Pana still held in her arms, vicariously balanced on top of itself as she tried to quickly figure out how to shake the other’s hand without dropping the large pile of stuff she held. Her brows creased just slightly, lips tight as it was quite clear she was working through every possible trial and error she could imagine with the weight she could distribute along her body to keep the tower mostly stable. Settling on balancing her weight on her back leg for the most part, she grabbed the other’s hand in what she figured was a friendly handshake- only to find herself quickly transporting once more like he once did earlier.

Since she was used to the way her sister would spontaneously transport them with the use of her own Instant Transmission that she learned just by watching, she was at least stable enough to not immediately drop her computer parts. However she was still equally as panicked as she would be had she not been used to such a maneuver.

Sona wasn’t exactly expecting the woman to just drag him, and he stumbled a little, though he caught himself before full on tripping. He followed after her, still embarrassed that he had asked for anything at all, and also rather… baffled that she really didn’t mind it. He was half-convinced this was some sort of elaborate prank; why else would anyone act so interested in Sona’s opinions on, well, anything?

But prank or not, the Frost Demon couldn’t really think of a way of leaving without being rude, so he just meekly followed her, wondering if he was going to regret not fleeing when he had the chance.

“Uh- Sona,” he said, still trying to keep up with everything that was suddenly happening. “My name is Sona. It’s, er, nice to meet you, Majin Popu.”

He rubbed the back of his head nervously. He was quickly getting into territory he didn’t know how to navigate. He turned his attention to the museum itself, trying to hide his growing awkwardness.

“Oh. Is that so?” The Frost Demon tried to maintain a sort of professional mask, but the more he glanced around, the more he was starting to itch to really read everything here, to look at it all, to just- take in the history! But he couldn’t do that in public, he needed to compose himself.

❝ Well it’s nice to meet you Sona! I’m sure you’ll learn a lot about Earth from the museums around here- they’re like chalk full of relics and little blurbs and stuff! I don’t have a really big attention span to read but I do like looking at all the pretty statues and stuff. My older sister Pana is sort of a history nut too, she looks taking me with her to other museums hoping I’d learn something. Though I know she’d much rather be tinkering with some kind of motherboard she got than read. ❞

The Majin teetered on her feet, watching the Icejin with kind eyes. Her eyes wandered slightly, glancing at the inside of the museum before looking back to Sona and gesturing him in.

❝ You can go right in and explore to your heart’s content y’know, I’ll just follow behind you. I’m in no rush to do anything today and if I get to spend today exploring a history museum than so be it, plus I’ve only ever been to this one once or twice and I’ve heard they recently changed up exhibits too. ❞

There was no mercy here. It was more than clear the Evil Saiyan was fighting with every intent to kill her. He could sense that her composure was failing her. But he was impressed she managed to keep herself in check for so long. She must’ve had a lot of practice keeping her true nature at bay! But it would be all for naught, his mere presence would shatter those shackles of ‘normalcy’ and ‘domestic politeness’ to smithereens. 

“If you don’t, I’ll incinerate every last trace of you!”

He was a thick fellow, but it didn’t mean he was impervious to getting stabbed. It just wouldn’t go as deep as the other would like. He winces in pain as his proud Saiyan blood sputters from the wound in his shoulder. Come now, was this all? He hadn’t even shown off his fancy techniques!

Cumber was a born and bred Saiyan warrior from the earliest era of the race’s history. And he was infamous for being the most brutal and savage of them all. He wouldn’t let an inferior race defeat him, unless the battle would be one to soothe in berserk Saiyan spirit. His hand grabs at her outstretched limb and pulls it from his wound. His burning glare staring right into her’s.

His raises his fist yet again, this time bringing it down to collide with her face.

❝ Then I suppose that I have no choice. ❞

A grin started to spread upon her cheeks, just glad to see the wound dig into the other’s shoulder. This feeling- this thrill. It wasn’t something she’s felt in years, not since she was but a child! One born from the most malicious of creatures and the most diabolical of them all. A strong-set warrior who idolized the species most heinous monsters. While he may think Majins were ‘inferior’ to the Saiyan race, she’s gonna show him right away why Majins were meant to be feared- why even that of King Cold and his sons were told to fear them, and why the Earth’s strongest fighters were even barely able to defeat such a terrifying creature.

The hit caused her to wheeze slightly, however it barely damaged her, not even a scratch. She was a particularly strong Majin, much bulkier than her sisters. The size of her muscles was directly reflected in her strength as she was age to rip her arms out of the other’s vice grip. A hiss left her, slight fangs clenched as her face scrunched up, eyes wide and wild. Her composure was quickly decreasing second by second and soon enough she’ll revert to a state she hasn’t delved into for quite a long time.

🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation?

already answered!

💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity?