#brccly

[ ‘one thought’ meme ]

Shin

‘He’s unlike any of the Saiyans I’ve encountered before…why; does he like to fight at all, I wonder? A sad thing indeed, if he doesn’t. I don’t suppose that power like that lends itself to an easy, or peaceful life. It certainly hasn’t been so thus far…’

[bonus] Tora

By the time Broly lapses too into quiet, afternoon shadows have begun to grow long across the pocked, arid land far below. The alcove that Broly shares with his friends -- (new friends, by the understanding that Tora has managed to piece together by now) -- occupies a high, lonely vantage point, and Vampa stretches away into shimmering haze on all sides. Eyes trained on a vague spot beyond the sun-baked horizon, Tora draws his mouth into a brooding line.

”So that’s the story, then.”

He had wondered before about the worn old pelt. Well, now he knows. The space of several heartbeats bleeds by, and at length he hisses out a low sigh through his teeth, dipping his chin.

(‘Your old man deserved the end that came to him,’ he thinks, but doesn’t say, with a vicious conviction he hadn’t expected to feel. ‘He did. I don’t care what anybody else says.’)

He’s aware, in an unhappy way, of Broly’s hulking presence at his side, and of the pelt hung heavy, as it always is, about his middle. Vampa is little better than a grave for things better left buried, Tora decides; and yet here Broly is once more. With new friends this time. Supplies.

Bah’s fucking ear.

“...Is being here what you want? Even now?”