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DAMN IM HAVING A TERRIBLE TIME THINKING OF STUFF i’ll keep this mostly db-related since it’ll make it easier but if i think of anything more general or something i’ll uhh include it later i guesS--OK, UH

 theeee uh. the buu arc was essentially useless? kibito kai was , like , the only lasting thing that came out of it, and even he was undone in super. ss3 was useless. vegeta’s sacrifice was good character development but he didn’t stay dead at the end and the attack was useless! fusion was useless! gotenks was useless! vegito was useless! elder kai was useless! AND roshi 2! no thanks! ultimate gohan was useless too!

At long last, the initiative Cooler had been waiting for. 

Even if it required the running of Subprograms for the mechanized Ician to feel any significant measure of pleasure from such an action, but he enjoyed the extent of his subordinate’s affection nonetheless, no matter what means were employed to reach this point.

Cooler’s body warmed to Salza’s touch, his hands making their way around to enfold him in a returned embrace.

“I see,” is Whis’ only apathetic answer for the time being, watching Salza’s... less-than-effective attempt to clean his face. At the same time, he considers the explanation the other offers up for his wound and ‘condition’ as well.

With a hum, and notably without asking or explaining, as he is so wont to do, the angel motions lightly with his scepter; what appears to be a ring, perhaps of some kind of energy, travels from the top of Salza’s head to the bottom of his neck before vanishing entirely. Blood appears to have been harmlessly scoured from his face, but it’s a mere superficial fix.

❛ … ❜

“Le modérateur de ce blog voudrait s'excuser pour mes actions. Cependant, je ne ressens aucune sympathie.

POKEY MAN!!

  “ Sauza. “

Kura’s voice was commanding, taking the attention of the intoxicated captain before he had the chance to bump head-first into his chest. 

Sauza’s apparent fluster is only made worse when the Icedjinn’s eyes travel upwards, spotting the small branch hanging in the doorway. He plucks the mistletoe from it’s place, holding it just above his head to inspect it closer. 

“ Ah, this is one of those festive, kissing trees? What a precarious situation we’ve found ourselves in, Sauza. “ 

He shoves the mistletoe against Sauza’s chest, gently but with force.