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(Wakamei) "Hi." *paps her face*
Well, this is confusing. She knows who he is, of course, between being a saiyan worth her salt and a Time Patroller-- but never did she think that Vegeta of all people would be. Touching her face.“Uh, hi?”
How’s it going prince. Because she’s feeling pretty awkward at the moment.
I’M BACK, BITCHES
LOVE ME
Originally posted by angryvegetable
//SLAMS INTO INBOX HI FRIEND// "Hm, another one? Jeez, Freeza really did do a piss poor job. Good for us." (ajarofwhoopass)
Wakamei can’t help but laugh at that, because it’s true. The tyrant’s folly was their boon-- well, for those who got away at least. Most of her comrades hadn’t been so lucky.
“Yeah, he was so eager to blow up home that he forgot we didn’t all live here.”
THE FULL MOON RISES
It wasn’t that she didn’t trust other Saiyans, not exactly. Rather, it was their very lack of trustworthiness that endeared them to her. With Earthlings and the Half-Saiyan brats on Earth and all the great variety of other alien species she’d met, Serori never knew where she stood. With Saiyans, she knew that any friendship was temporary and any malice was fleeting. It was simple and uncomplicated, and although she wouldn’t depend on her people again, it allowed her a general position from which to interact with others of her race.
The Oozaru form was the ultimate extension of that belief. It was a clear case of looking out for oneself, even at the expense of all others. Predictable in its unpredictability, but certainly no less dangerous for it. Now that she’d surpassed it, Serori held some disdain for the form and naturally assumed that anyone still using it had yet to reach the higher state she had.
“I suppose there’s no shame in embracing what you are, so long as you admit that what you are is leaning on an unnecessary transformation as a crutch.” She ground her teeth. It had been so long since she’d ran into a transformed Saiyan (and that particular memory was anything but positive), she’d forgotten how little she liked the ape form. It took no training, no effort. It was a sizable power boost just for existing. Even a child with no training at all could do it.
“I’m Serori,” she said loudly, still hovering in front of Noria. Though her arms were crossed, she kept her guard up. Without becoming a Super Saiyan, she was likely outmatched by Noria. She knew there was no trusting a Saiyan stranger, especially one who was willing to utilize the Oozaru form on Earth.
What an angry child. Of course, that is not unusual among them; to say that Noria is free from rage and brutality would be a betrayal of all that she it. But unlike others she knows moderation, discipline, and an awareness that there is more than one way of doing things. She sits, legs crossed and tail swishing gently.
“Unnecessary, perhaps, for those who would deny where they come from. Never forget, child, that without this form you would not have the ability to be as free as you are now.”
Noria is old enough to remember the war, to remember that night where they finally relented and unleashed their terrible power. She is not proud of the way that they had to win their independence and world, but the results cannot be denied. It makes their enslavement by the Planet Trade Organization sting all the worse.
“Though I am curious, of the how and why you see it as a crutch.”
She can understand not wanting to partake, but the girl’s disdain seems to run deeper than a dislike of running around as an ape for a night or two. Whether she’ll tell her is left to be seen, though she is honestly curious. Noria see’s it as a gift, as something to enjoy and honor, especially now since the oozaru has been used for far too long as a tool to destroy worlds. Nothing will undo the damage they’ve done, and it’s no use trying.
“Seori. I am Noria.”
OOZARU PARTY 2K16
His heightened senses noticed the other Saiyan, turning to face them, he noticed the position they were in and became enraged, his tail lashed furiously as he snarled at the other Oozaru. He took this as a challenge and wouldn’t back down from a fight, not in this form.
That’s a challenge if he’s ever heard one, and he accepts it gladly. Suigkel roars, praising the moon with every breath and thundering call, every movement of his earth-bound fury. The best way to honor such a glorious night is obviously with combat.
He charges, wild and aggressive, intending to wrestle his opponent to the ground. If he can pin them, then he can let his claws and fangs do the rest of the talking.
@starry-eyed-saiyan
Considering their race is all but dead in her timeline, Wakamei is always thrilled to see another saiyan. Sure, most of the time they’re a violent, obnoxious bunch who would rather see her dead than talk about old times on her home world-- but still. Sometimes she get’s lucky. It’s a bittersweet aspect of her job traversing timelines, seeing what could have been and also witnessing how things could have been so much worse.
Technically, she’s not supposed to interact with anyone in these parallel worlds for fear of changing the course of history, but then again, she’s never been one to follow the rules. Besides, if they don’t kow she’s from another time and place, it’ll be fine. Right? Right.
“Hey!” Wakamei smiles, tail waving gently behind her, “How’s it going?”
(Just throws him into a quick heat lmao) Tarble probably would have appreciated some known company, but according to his guard (who, conveniently, had to take off for other matters) this was a good Saiyan, and decent person. Hopefully this male would hold up to expectations--- but Tarble would have to cross the threshold into his room, first. Which... didn't seem to be happening anytime soon. (Close enough. Cute sounds good to me.)
Sugikel waited patiently. That was his job; to stand silently, be an unmovable presence ready to spring into action at a moments notice. It’s an unbelievable honor to be assigned to the prince of all people while his usual guard was away, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous as hell. But he’s good at keeping that under wraps, pushing it down beneath a stoic exterior. He has duties to attend to that require discipline and focus. However, the prince is late. The prince is never late. It’s enough for him to allow him the rare indulgence in impulsiveness to come to the door, to go looking for the man he is supposed to be guarding, only to find him just past the threshold. Sugikel is embarrassed to have acted so rashly, and falls to a knee before the royal. “Your majesty,” he rumbles with his head bowed, “I have been assigned to your protection.”
There’s a strange tension in the air that he can’t quite place, and a scent that makes his tail want to lash about, but he stifles the urge. It would be most unbecoming to show a lack of control in front of their youngest prince.
(u know who.) Oh, it was absolutely devious, but that was how the princess tended to roll with these sorts of things. Tell no one and see how far she could get before her fun was ruined or she got what she wanted, dealing with her mates made things no different on that front. Humming softly to herself she's perched on one of the ornamental chairs of the living area of her quarters, clothing being... well, let's just say this white number doesn't hide much. Someone ought to have fun with it~
Aramei should be used to this sort of thing by now from his princess and now mate, and yet it catches him off guard every damn time. He shouldn’t be blushing like a child hitting their first heat and yet-- and yet, she is leaving him speechless. She seems to be rather good at that. He almost considers backpedaling out of the room to have a moment to collect his thoughts and words into something halfway eloquent, but it’s too late, because she has to have caught sight of him by now. “Ah,” By the suns Bra, you might as well not have been wearing anything at all, “Were... you hot?” Wow Aramei. Smooth.
Reblog if you want smut in your inbox.
Why not?
I could use a bit of fun.
Maaaaybe.
It depends on a lot of variables.
OOZARU PARTY 2K16
The time has come for yet another Saiyan to join in on the fun, thanks to two acts of magic, Cress’ tail had returned and the weather cooperates. With the moon in the sky he gazes upward, ready to reenter his Oozaru form, one hadn’t experienced in a long time. A malevolent grin covered his face as his form shifted from humanoid to the great size that his race was known for. He couldn’t control this form, but he would enjoy wrecking shit all the more because of it. Let the giant monkey party begin.
While the ladies might be more in control, Sugikel is most certainly not-- He’s a snarling, howling, rampaging mess and he loves it. Destruction rages in his blood and he won’t even try to curb it, instead doing what he was made to do.
Trees that have stood for decades are but twigs beneath his paws, the landscape but a fragile construct to be blown apart by his fury. Oh, and there? Is that another saiyan? That can only mean one thing; an opponent.
Sugikel crouches low and growls, ready to pounce at a moment’s notice.
Party...?
It was rather obvious that Kealani had not been in her Oozaru form for a long while, and it took an even longer while to get control of herself. Of course, that required a few cities to get destroyed in the process. Now she just stood in the light of the full moon, growling as she messed with a boulder in her hand, which seemed more like a pebble than a boulder.
“How do you party in this form, anyway?”
“You break things!”
Wakamei is ever so helpful. And totally ready to party, as she tears the side off a small mountain. She is a very happy oozaru as she crumbles rocks into dust and kicks up vegetation.
---oozaru party 2k16 // the kiddos
While the lavender Oozaru was rather busy (dealing with his pride angered father who carelessly suggested him to let his babies turn into the Great Ape only for the sheer purpose of training) Belle and Abel unfortunately already started to the wolf moon long enough to eventually transform and rampage out of their home, marching outside to the city with loud growls and heavy earthshaking stomps.
Oh lord … This can only turn well with two infants who were already big enough as Oozarus to destroy plenty of things if no one stopped them.
Oh goodness, look at these babes-- barely old enough to talk, and going through their first transformation. Their own parents are nowhere to be seen, which suggests they’re also off in the throws of the moon light, and Noria is the only one about at the moment. Oh well.
She’s helped raised enough children that she knows what to do with small oozarus stumbling around in their own destruction. She scruffs them both, grabbing them by the neck fur and raising them high.
“Calm.”
She commands with the edge of a growl, unavoidable in her current form, shaking them to get their attention.
THE FULL MOON RISES
Originally posted by tasteofsea016
If you thought just one oozaru was a handful– try four or more.
The ladies are a bit calmer, more controlled, than the boys who may or may not be knocking over trees as they wrestle about. As in, they’re creating a path of destruction through the forest landscape.
So you might want to avoid them. Or not, if they’re causing a bit of a ruckus.
THE FULL MOON RISES
There were a lot of advantages to the masks Serori and the others had worn back on Ikonda. They could be frightening, which was always a bonus in wartime. They helped hide facial expressions. They were sturdy and offered at least some protection from energy and fists alike.
However, perhaps its greatest skill was its ability to reflect Blutz waves before they reached the wearer’s eyes. The Oozaru form had been of great value in a fight, but it was horribly ineffective at any task requiring stealth or guile. It was simple enough for the few Saiyans around to strap on their masks, travel in secret, and then reveal themselves at their full, transformed power levels.
Of course, with the power of a Super Saiyan at her fingertips, Serori herself had little further use for the clumsy, larger, and all-around weaker Oozaru form. As such, it was no surprise that she wore the old mask over her face when the Earth’s moon was round and full in the sky. There was no need to draw attention to herself on this planet. Apparently, she was alone in that opinion. Her tail swished harmlessly behind her as she floated in the air with her arms crossed over her chest.
<“No sense to stay indoors, huh? What an absolute shame.”
It’s been a while since she’s had the opportunity to let loose, to be utterly free. Transforming with a real moon is always better than a power ball or rigged up science machine; it’s more natural, more primal, more true to the deep longing to be wild that burns in all of them. Noria has always felt that call.
She sniffs the air, huge and hulking but in far more control than one might think, her own tail lazily waving. The other woman smells like a saiyan, and looks like one too. And yet not wanting to join them in the blessed light that fills the landscape.
“It’s not shameful to embrace what you are.”
Noria rumbles back. She can understand though being wary of the transformation, of the mindless rage that can overtake someone. But it doesn’t have to be that way. Not always, at least.
“I’m enjoying the night, thank you.”
The saiyan floating before her almost makes it sound like it’s a bad thing, however. She cocks a great head to the side.
“And who are you, little one?”
