#Beerus #DragonBallSuperBroly #DragonBallSuper #bra #bulla #manga #dragonball #ビルス #ドラゴンボール超 #fanart
The movie made me put this little bit into my fanfic (and YES! Bulla will be more powerful than anyone might have thought in my fanfic. She’s gonna be an awesome Saiyan Princess once grown up.)
I will post the next chapter tomorrow. Hopefully I can get the fanart done until then. Was supposed to be a full page but that image has to suffice for now.
My question: In color or with screen tone?
Stay tuned for the finished artwork ^^
Here’s the snippet sketch of the chapter I refer to:
Vegeta growled inwardly as he watched them engaging what could only be described as Saiyan foreplay. Even he himself felt his blood pressure rise at the display. Glancing over to his own mate he noticed the little smirk and already knew that he’d have a chance to prove his alpha male status with her.
“Oh come on, just kiss already and get it over with” Beerus grumbled in annoyance. “This public display of affection is just disgusting.”
Whis next to him chuckled, intrigued by how different father and son acted with their mates when someone was around.
Before anyone could react to the insult a squealing voice was heard from the house. “Mom, I’m done with the homework! Can I have cake now?” Her steps suddenly halted before she went into a sprint. “Oh, my kami! Beerus!”
The god gave a huff and looked away but everyone could see through his façade. From the day she was born he’d developed a soft side for her. Babysitting the child on more than one occasion. The first time had been while the Saiyans had fought against Broly. From there onward she’d always been in his lap whenever he’d come to visit. The god of destruction had humored her, even played with her on the baby blanket spread out for them. Once she had been weaned off he’d even given her bits from his own plate to eat, something unheard of. Beerus never shared.
Vegeta didn’t exactly approve of how much his daughter enjoyed the company of the easily enraged god of destruction but couldn’t deny his fascination over how easily she’d wrapped him around her finger. If the food wasn’t what held him back from blasting earth it was the girl. Kami knew, Bulla was the only one allowed to touch Beerus for longer periods of time. She’d started as a toddler, petting him like a housecat, not grasping that one wrong move could cost her everything. But the god had been lenient every time she pulled his ear or poked his nose. He’d merely growled at her to show what was allowed and what not. And over the years Beerus had turned from the nanny into a friendly mentor to the girl. Vegeta hated to admit it but whenever something really bothered her and she couldn’t disclose her secret with her parents, she’d asked the feline… And of course his answers had never led to anything positive or productive. Well, most of his answers entailed destroying whatever was in the way, so not that different from what Vegeta would have retorted but… Whatever, at least she had the most capable protectors in the known universe aside from the Saiyans who would give everything to make her happy. His little spoiled princess… And damn, she knew it and used it to her advantage. Becoming a teenager had turned her into a persuasive force to be reckoned with.
Whis hid the smile on his lips by drinking from his cup of tea as the girl hugged Beerus from behind the chair and scratched him between the ears. The low purr coming from his master’s throat was only audible to the Saiyans closest to them but the content grin he displayed was a tell all.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/14948810
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12971255/1/Royal-Bloodline
