#radmanraditz

It was a perfect day in Conton. The sun was high, the sky was blue, and the smell of deep spring filled with air. A perfect day to head to the Mission Desk to check if there was any uncovered mission despite it being her free day -- but as someone said, when you love your job, you don’t work a single day of your life.

So there she was, whistling a tune to herself, when she spotted a tall figure at the end of the road, covered by a familiar long black mane. and just like that, she stopped in her track.

It was unmistakeable. She would have recognised that hair among a million, no matter how similarly dark and messy Sayian hairstyles could be. No one else had hair like that. 

Could it be... Is that...?

So she quickened her pace. And ran. And hopped, and flew, and dashed among the Patrollers who stared at her, confused, as she threw herself against the tall figure, sinking in the black mane she always thought could belong to a lion; and even if she knew Raditz had never been the affectionate one, she really couldn’t keep herself from trying to wrap her arms around his large waist in a hug as she exclaimed, moved, black hair slipping in her mouth:

@radmanraditz​ asked:  “  you’re my family.  ” (for Gohan)

Gohan actually pondered that one for a second, he didn’t really mean to. It did help that he was only a kid when his uncle kidnapped him and he only remembered bits and pieces. If Piccolo and Vegeta could change so could he right?

  Kallion’s not a Targaryen what am  talking about...

Her house name should be a pun on onions :P

House Onionyaryen

“This is busted. Unless it’s talking about how thirsty you are for father.”

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