#dodorbon

I am once again bringing these two nakey lovey doveys. They are just so cute I can't

Also, I tried Instagram filters with it and I'm in love with the result ✨

The shroud of the night sky slowly covers a planet owned by the Ruler of the Universe.

Before he had conquered it by force, the planet had no name, only now it was called "Frieza 79" by his conquerer.

But why this quirk of naming the planets after his name and numbers? Only the Emperor himself knows that. Not even his closest confidants like Zarbon and Dodoria know this. Senior commanders who have served the Cold family, a royal race, for centuries.

"Lord Frieza seems to be in a good mood today, or what do you think?", asks one of the commanders, who is of strong but chubby stature, with a pink membrane, which is partly decorated with several spikes, especially on the wrists and head.

"At least he hasn't killed a soldier today...", a higher, yet still male voice gives this answer with a slight smile on his lips. He turns his head towards his partner, while his meadow-green hair waves slightly behind him. He crosses his muscular yet elegant pastel green arms in front of his body while walking with Dodoria towards the canteen of this military base.

"Ha ha ha, you're right! Although it was strange that we should leave the room immediately", the pink alien stops abruptly, crosses his arms and frowned. He is strained mentally...it almost seems as if thinking is not quite his strength. You can literally see the black, unclear clouds forming over his threatening spines over his head.

The other male, a completely different race, now turns around in confusion and looks into the brooding, already unknown facial expression of the other and has to chuckle heartily for a moment. "Do not try too hard, Dodoria! If your head explodes, I don't want to clean up your leftovers," this cheeky remark from the elegant creature is immediately returned with an angry look. "As if you're not curious!", but he is ignored and his counterpart just continue with his steps.

Zarbon seems serious. Dodoria is a firebrand. . He is the complete opposite of him. He also has a certain lack of elegance, especially in combat. Trust in his raw power. Is clumsy and boisterous. He often is on par with the other commander, who surpasses him every time. A stubborn hothead indeed.

"If you won't give me an answer, at least you owe me a fight! ", the spiky commander grumbles and pouts as he sits down on the chair, in front of a table.

"You just don't give up, do you?", the pale green alien seems extremely amused with his counterpart, his grin seems almost *bestial* as he continues. "Be glad that I don't have to release the slumbering being inside me to be able to stop you...", Dodoria says nothing, grumbles in his own cursing native language, which fortunately the other one doesn't understand, and starts eating immediately when today's dish is brought to him.

Zarbon, on the other hand, is not hungry at all, but remains sitting quietly, crosses one leg over the other and watches the second, high-ranking commander. After a short time, however, the elegant being begins to sigh loudly. He rests one hand on his forehead while his arm is bent on the table. "I really must teach you manners... your race seems to reproduce only barbarians...", the other's black pupils now darken, he begins to growl: "You've known me so long, Zarbon. Do you really think you could change me?", a hearty laughter sounds, which is provocative, and in addition, several leftovers of food, which were still in the mouth of the pink alien, are spit directly in the direction of the other. Fortunately the green-haired one was spared this bad habit, but he still reacts annoyed. "I delayed it for a long time, it was a mistake. You wanted a fight, my dear second commander?" Well, he can now have this challenge! He raises his hand, points his palm directly at the still chewing face of the other and fires such a strong beam of energy that it takes him right out of the room, smashes right through a wall and this one hits the floor roughly.

The other soldiers in the room freeze, look anxiously at the first officer, but don't say a word. This is a confrontation between them, in which no one should interfere.

Zarbon now rushes into the next room where he has sent Dodoria, grabs the metal surface that he had destroyed so nasty and welds it back to its original place with his ki. It would be fatal if Frieza would find out that his building was simply demolished...fortunately, there is a training room next to the canteen, and that's exactly where he had conveyd the pink giant.

"Ah! You lousy rat! That was unfair! Totally insidious!", his paw grabs his resistant and protective head plate before he stands up clumsily. Zarbon has a clear advantage. He is faster than him, stronger too...but he will defeat him one day! He is convinced of this and this conviction drives him. That's why he measures himself with his sparring partner almost every day.

It seems like Zarbon spent a wonderful time with his boyfriend 🫢🙊

We should leave them alone in case they want to continue... 🫣

I forgot to post this yesterday 🤦🏽‍♀️ well...

VAMPIRE ZARBON!! 💚❣️

And... This happened after the party Zarb went. He had a "victim" waiting for him to suck his blood and... Probably something more xD

He's eating one of my OC who's a HUGE PIECE OF SHIT. So... Zarb's taking revenge for the nasty things that octothing had been trying to do with him✨

Fierce air was blowing through those mountains. It looked like a storm was coming and it wasn't a good idea to push your luck and move on.

"Damn it," muttered the man who was barely walking because of the wind. "Why would it have occurred to me to come here if the storm began to rage?"

He continued walking through that desolate scene, looking with his eyes for some place where he could take shelter. But the only thing he managed to make out were some fine raindrops that began to permeate his hair and moisten his skin.

"Oh, perfect!", he growled quickening his pace, wondering if he would ever find a place or if instead he would stay out in the open until the storm subsided. Was it asking so much to find a cabin?

Positioning himself under a large tree, the man looked towards the horizon, scanning with his black eyes some possible house... Or whatever.

And after much effort, forcing his eyes to distinguish between the darkness of the night, he could make out a construction not too far from there. It still wasn't raining heavily so he could probably get there without getting too wet.

"It appears that luck finally seems to smile a little at me", he murmured with half a smile.

With a fast and firm step he went in the direction in which the building that he had seen was located... What he did not expect when he arrived in front of it was how enormous and gloomy it was at first glance. He swallowed a little uneasily, but still advanced to go inside.

"Haunted houses don't exist, they're children's stories", he told himself to encourage himself. "Surely inside it is very cozy and I will be great."

Not completely, but quite successful. A hall with tapestries and a beautiful carpet was what he saw as soon as he entered the doors. His heartbeat began to slow as he advanced and he entered the room he found to the right. A living room decorated with ebony furniture and paintings of beautiful landscapes.

"Who lives here? A rich man?", he asked to himself with a few laughs. It has a something... Sad. But it is luxurious, without a doubt.

He walked around the room, looking at every detail carefully. Perhaps the feeling that it gave off was not sadness, but rather loneliness.

He let out a sigh at the thought. The solitary environment was not something he particularly liked, but he always found himself immersed in it.

"I'll look at the rest of this mansion. Maybe there is someone."

In silence he went through the different rooms, checking that despite the fact that everything seemed to be very well cared for, there was absolutely no one ...

Or so he believed.

A pair of bright eyes watched him from every possible angle.

Someone had entered his mansion. Someone alive.

His long nails painted a dark blue drastically contrasted the golden sparkles that reflected on his eyes when he observed that person.

"A human," he whispered, feeling the pressure of his teeth lengthening into his mouth. "A beefy man..."

He followed his stealthily throughout the house. It's been a long time since he had enjoyed the company of a person. Even more from someone like him.

Of course, he was still dealing with humans ... But not to devour them.

His white fangs peeked between his lips. After so long he could have fun again.

A breeze rushed near the visitor, coiling around him as it rose and formed a humanoid silhouette that hovered over his shoulders as if it wanted to whisper something in his ear. From his mouth came a whisper as soft as a breath of air, but capable of bristling all the human's skin, who turned startled and with a slight blush.

His dark orbs searched in fear for what had triggered that reaction in him, but he was unable to see the presence watching him with amusement in his gaze.

"M-maybe I'm imagining things because of being tired," he whispered, trying to calm himself down. "I will go to some bedroom to rest well and tomorrow I will leave."

As he went to one of the bedrooms he had inspected, the owner of the place felt a growing excitement. With him going to sleep... That would make it even more fun. It would be as if dinner were served on the plate... He licked his pale lips. After his feast they might regain some of the tanned look they had when he was in full health.

Still with some qualm for the sensation he'd had moments before, the human removed his sweater and shoes to crawl under the soft sheets of the bed. He emitted a soft murmur of happiness, feeling sheltered from any concern under those comfortable blankets.

That sound perfectly reached the vampire's ears, and he can't help but feel even more tempted to go over and start what he had planned.

"How is it possible that he looks so ... delicious?" he whispered as he walked gracefully toward his prey, his long hair flowing gracefully behind him.

He lit a small candle beside the bed and looked at the other's sleeping face. His demonic irises captured the glow that the human's dark skin gave off in the flame light, causing him to break into a satisfied smile.

With a wave of his hand, he pulled the sheets slowly away from the lively body of the man who had come to his house.

"You give off such a pleasant smell..." he whispered with his sparkling orbs fixed on the other's face. "I'm going to entirely eat you, slowly. Without any damage."

His body hovered over the human and caressed him gently as he brought his mouth closer to his target.

"I'm going to make you want to stay with me, want to give me your whole being." His tongue licked over the human's jugular, feeling his pulse perfectly. "You will be mine for the rest of eternity."