WILDMAN!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃; 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄, you went with your fists wrapped and clenched. squeezing. digging blunted nails into your meaty palm. feeling each crack and pop as it ripples through your aching joints ── a weak-willed and softly spoken protest to put an end to the violence once and for all. ( you can't keep going like this, ) something that sounds vaguely like your father hisses into your ear, ( it won't solve your problems, vi. )

while you fumble for your bearings, you think with a scowl that was probably pretty damn easy for a ghost to say. especially vander's ghost. you'd been swinging since the day you were born, and you think you'll still be swinging long after you and everyone else is dead and buried. some people were made for peace .. but not you.

you were doomed to survive [ ... ] no sense in taking that laying down.

❛ ────pretty bold thing t'ask considering i don't know who the fuck you are, ❜ rotten words spit from a feral dog's maw, full of teeth. those weary fists clench at vi's sides as she does a sweep of her surroundings. @simaiyan had weight on her, sure, but she could never have imagined a full hand of otherworldly forces laid on the table like playing cards. FROM WHERE SHE STOOD NOW, IT WAS JUST ANOTHER STRANGER LOOKING TO GET WAILED ON──

‘well, my name’s goku, and there’s not a fighter on this planet i haven’t beaten.’ none worth mentioning, anyway. all but imperceptible to the human ear, (she is human, right? looks human. smells human. maybe some kind of android…), the hint of the growling saiyan accent. GOKU INTRODUCES HIMSELF: KAKAROT ISSUES A WARNING. but @f1sts doesn't just seem like a burgeoning threat of violence. there's some different way about her: not fear, but a sort of desperation, like a caged animal set free. goku's a born fighter, and like recognises like in raised fists and the scent of blood. (that he didn’t recognise his own brother makes no matter; THEY ARE NOT ALIKE, NO MORE THAN A HOUND DOG IS A SHARK. he’s sure raditz never mourned those dead by his hand.)

It was just supposed to be an exercise in the Colo technique, but I have to say, I really like the motif, the vulnerability and also the intimacy between the two.