#galactxc

Ooc: Wonderfully made picture of Eden by the talented @galactxc !!

{Childhood Headcanon Meme || Open and Accepting!}

@stoplickingthingsweird @galactxc

We do see him spitting out a bite of a piece of fruit in canon, but as I speculated in the past in great detail from the one filler scene where we do see him having a light meal for a Saiyan, he could have picked some unripe fruit. (He’s new to the planet and doesn’t know how to pick out a piece of fruit that’s ready to be eaten.)

Quartz: “I’d be happy to cook you something if you’d like!”

Broly wanted to refuse. He didn’t deserve all the kindness that people were showing him. But his stomach was screaming and his legs felt weak.

It always amazed Gina how two species who, on the outside, appeared very similar, were so different on the inside. The injured alien was an insectoid like Enkidu, but she had ooze where it had blood. Well, Enkidu’s blood was a bit thicker than human blood, but she wouldn’t call it ooze. It was also a dark blue, compared to the lighter one. 

Gina looked to the smoldering heap that was once the alien’s ship. Now that was a sight she hadn’t seen in a while. And no one could blame her bad flying skills for this crash. 

Heavy clanks of the metallic floors rang from her agile, cloven hooves. The sound was cold, hollow, unlike the chiming, golden chains and crystals that once adorned her long, slender tail. The yawning wounds stretching over her dark, speckled flesh throbbed, freshly released blood stung at the torn edges and dribbled over the clots. She huffed, her weary golden eyes turning back to take a better assessment of the damage the previous battle wrought upon her. Blood and dirt formed mats within the straggly tassel at the end of her tail. Much of it came from the poor souls that defended their land, or from the other invaders. Invaders, though the lie of calling them comrades would flow from her tongue, the true label echoed within her rengeful heart.

The moment her eyes lifted to the Medical Bay’s sign they hardened. Eden learned that survival meant masking any and all weaknesses, or at least, those she could manage to hide at the time. She stepped in, her eyes catching a glimpse of her reflection and realizing the extent of her injuries. One of her graceful, ridged horns was broken, leaving only a cracked, jagged stub behind. The large, fur-covered ear beneath the broken horn was now a tattered, limb mess. Dirty abrasions marred the black markings that flowed over her eyes and down her cheeks. 

Her gaze averted from the sorry sight, and instead turned towards the other in the room. Surely this was the doctor on board. She cleared her throat in hopes to capture her attention.