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ind. bulma , by japhet. follows back from @bierrus.

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hiatú

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askmojito‌:

Mojito wasn’t certain how all of this would work out, or if it wouldn’t prove to be more troublesome, now that Beerus decided to act on his own and wish that Universe Seven have two angels instead of one.

He sighed a little.  In many ways, this was his fault for choosing to be involved with the destroyer, and perhaps the side of him that was desperate for validation would have found such actions flattering. Someone who wanted him around so badly that they would alter the state of reality to do so.

It was endearing.

Well, endearing for Beerus, anyway.

In ways, he wondered what Whis would think, but even so Whis’ opinions didn’t truly matter in situations where the Dragonballs were invovled and they both knew that.  In truth, he had always felt a little envious of his brother for having a universe like Seven, where everything was set up for the premise of success.

It was so different than his own….could he even call Universe Nine HIS anymore?

All around him were lush surroundings and a beautiful, blue sky dotted with fluffy, white clouds that floated along lazily, as if they had no care in the world.  He wasn’t used to anything but wastelands and a toxic, rust-colored sky.  Everything here was odd, so opposite of what he had experienced and it made him feel a little weathered.

Lavender eyes stared up at Capsule Corp.  This was the place.

The first person he saw was the blue-haired woman.  She smiled at him with red-painted lips and looked very welcoming.  She appeared to be well off from the way she dressed, opposed to the shredded rags of clothing the denizens he was used to adorned themselves with.  He didn’t remember seeing her at the tournament.

So then…who was she?

Mojito gave her a curt bow.

“Thank you for your kind words.  My name is Mojito, and I am the angel of…” he paused.  "Here, apparently.  I won’t lie, this is all very jarring to me.  This universe is…very different from my own.“

So polite.

“Well, Mojito, I’m sure we’re all happy to have you. From what I caught, you’re from a different universe, aren’t you? 

You know, originally.”

He definitely seemed bewildered by his surroundings. Was this all new to him? Thinking about it again... Bulma really had no clue what the other universes were like. Did they have higher standards than those here on Earth?

The Angels always did, but... no matter. 

She gestured to a plush seat in the den, flanked by an identical chair and square coffee table. With her guest in mind, she had already prepared tea for the two of them as well.

“Feel free to take a seat! I’d love to hear about where you used to live, rule, govern... the fun stuff.

Oh—!

 And I completely forgot to introduce myself. I’m Bulma... well, if you haven’t heard yet.”

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“I installed guns in my Chevy.”

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wh-is‌:

He had thought that such a wonderful place would surely lift her spirits. After all, the food there was simply divine and it always set Beerus in high spirits.  Before them was the best of the best, sushi so delicately prepared with the most minor attention to detail, not to mention the taste would send anyone into orbit.

However, Whis couldn’t help but see that meloncholy in her eyes.  Despite being presented with the best money could buy, she was still not particularly happy.  Mortals were strange, and what pleased one did not please all.

It seemed the best way through someone’s heart was not their stomach.  At least, it was this in Bulma’s case.

The angel furrowed his brow as he sat across from her, watching her idly move food around without consuming it.

Whis put his hands together, and leveled her with his typical happy expression. Perhaps lightening the mood would make her feel better.  She obviously had something to get off of her chest, but he wasn’t one to pry things out forcefully.

“It’s wonderful! Most of the time I’m training Lord Beerus and attending to his needs.  He can be so demanding, you know? To finally have a little peace without him threatening to blow the place up for getting his order wrong is also a bit of a relief admittedly.”

“I can tell! He’s certainly interesting company...  I wonder how you have the patience to put up with that all the time!”

At least he was trying to make her feel a little better... she was grateful for that. Even if she could not feel entirely in the moment herself, it was nice to know that she could at least inspire some happiness in another.

And he seemed to be enjoying their meal more than she.

“Your lives are all so crazy... it makes me almost feel like I’m being left behind. Haha...

I’m sure that doesn’t make sense to you, right? You’ve always been in the thick of it, probably since before I or anyone else here was even a concept. I imagine if we swapped lives you would be happier than ever!

I shouldn’t be so ungrateful.”

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@askmojito

There was a new angel assigned to their universe, wasn’t there? Not a result of Whis doing anything wrong — she could show the receipts from the all the times they had gone on restaurant hunting adventures in recent days.

Something Beerus had done... and definitely with the Dragonballs. He tended to be like that.

All the time. Always.

But, despite how casual this meeting was set up to be, she couldn’t help but be a little nervous.

Would this new angel like her as much as Whis did? Surely if anything, she could win them over with food —

Oh... but what if they didn’t like that? Then she was out of luck.

But there was no time to think of that now as a robed figure entered her house cautiously, exactly on time. At least she knew one thing: they were always dependable.

He was about Whis’ height with a serene yet sad expression painted across his face. Was that just how he normally looked?

She approached in the same friendly manner she always did, holding out a hand to the newcomer.

“Oh, welcome! So glad to see you made it over alright; not like you wouldn’t.

I don’t think I caught your name before I even knew you were coming by to visit. It all feels so sudden, don’t you think?”

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Bulma: For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5am on the day I can sleep in

Whis: Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise

Bulma: Early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch

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Treating my Alien to dinner after the Area 51 raid

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i have so many fucking sons

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that wasnt even meant to be a promo i just wanted to see what a little post looked like on my theme dsjkjfhjfdj

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im am mom

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@wh-is

Bulma sighed, looking down at the meal that had been presented to the two of them. It was gorgeous— a colorful variety of sushi garnished with a scant amount of wasabi. She and Whis had come here many times after he had given it rave reviews the first time.

The food wasn’t disappointing at all, it was just... a lingering emptiness. Her life had been nothing but a blur of colors, a spare moment here and there where she could be with her husband and children.

And then, just like that...

They were gone again, their lives on the line every time.

She could only wonder if Whis felt this way, too. In all the time they had spent together, she never vented to him about it. She never vented at all, actually.

Moving a few pieces to a side dish, she forced a smile.

“Isn’t it nice, to just be able to spend some time sitting down without having to run off do engage in some inane adventures?”