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[bakisensei]

“     …     what  kind  if  justu  is  that,  exactly?”      It  looked  like  a  cloud,  but,  racking  his  brain   -   Baki  couldn't  recall    any  technique     that  would  let  someone  do  that.    

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[pcrdiseseekers]

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This became an unexpected turn of events for him though it’s not like he hadn’t experienced anything unusual every day. Considering the kind of person he was, the android gave a couple of circles around the young saiyan. It was interesting to read through the energy levels being relatively low compared to his older self. Things were starting to get a little fun around here, even if this might have not been the proper timeline he was from. Whatever fate lied for him then Android 17 would go along with it if it meant escaping the boring role of a world-ending machine. “So this is how you appear as a young man, Goku. I understand you won’t have any knowledge of who I am but you have nothing to worry about. We became friends along the way.” A faint smirk appeared on his face, if only to mess around with the saiyan like he normally would. One finger gave a subtle poke to those cheeks of his just to test his patience. “Do you still have this hunger for fighting at a young age?”

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[caelumcorda]

⭑𓂃★ . ˚ @fourstarboy ┆ with the butterflies and bees  ֹ ₊ ꒱

 ❝[L]ike they always say, two heads are better than one. Right?❞

[♕] SLINGING over his shoulder to rest, the cool silver surface of the keyblade reflects hazy hues of the red and orange sunset above them. His grin, somewhat lopsided, intends to emanate a sense of encouraging confidence… but it ends up just looking a little silly.

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[thesilvermoonraysarchive]

@fourstarboy from X

Even though his ears are twitching with irritation, he's not going to yell at a child. Curiosity was natural to children. Maybe that was why he himself got curious so easily, he didn't really have the chance to be a kid. Just that since he was an adult, he had to be more careful about who he allowed to see that curiosity.

A curious adult wouldn't be treated the same way as a curious child.

"I've never had a tail."

He would have assumed the same of this child if not for the scent. This kid didn't have the scent of a fellow hanyou. Irritation was gone, now that he wasn't being examined in such a way. Children were only afraid of what he was because their parents told them to hate his kind, continuing the cycle of deep rooted hatred Inuyasha experienced from humans and demons alike.

He couldn't really say he was the best at explaining things in a really informative way, but it was worth a try, if it meant maybe one kid would grow up to break that cycle. Lowering, Inuyasha seated himself so they could be closer to eye level.

"A hanyou has the traits of their parents just like anyone else. My dad was a dog demon. I have his eyes, and ears. I guess my hair color's kinda like a variation or somethin', 'cause his was blue, not silver. Everything else came from my mother."

He paused for a moment.

"My nose is kinda from both, and I got my dad's claws."

Which was emphasized by him slowly raising a hand. As explained, those weren't nails from his fingertips, but razor sharp claws that could cut through even a demon's flesh.

"D'ya understand now? What's y'er name, kid? And where are your parents? A kid shouldn't be out here by himself."

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Continued from: x

“Hmm one I do know? Alright, I remember one time a bear attacked and sent me against a nearby tree and was about to deal a heavy swipe with its claws.

My older sister Sango interfered just in time along with Kirara who is a cat like demon who changed from their smaller form to their bigger form in order to scare off the bear, my sister approached to apply ointment to a wound I had on my right knee.

I couldn’t thank her enough so I went to a secret flower field that I visit from times and presented her with a bouquet of lillies, one of my good memories that I hold dear to my heart.”

He slowly speaks as he looked at Goku, offering a small smile.

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[thesilvermoonraysarchive]

@fourstarboy from X

"I know y'er tryin' ta be nice 'n all, but I really don't wantcha ta say stuff like that."

He'll go along that this kid is human for his sake, but this is a different matter entirely.

"Makes me uncomfortable."

[monkison]

@fourstarboy said: "I don't know who you are, but you're not getting my power pole." | mirai gohan verse | cont'd.

crap. this one was entirely on him.

gohan’s eyes dropped toward the small hand reaching behind goku’s shoulder, little fingers fastening around the power pole without drawing it free. the fur along the boy’s tail had begun to rise strand by strand, betraying the suspicion gathering behind his intense stare. every part of his small body had braced in preparation: feet widening against the terrain, chubby shoulders bulking, and a body poised to spring backward or strike forward depending on what this strange one-armed man attempted next.

how did anyone recover from accidentally telling a child that he would grow up to become their father?

gohan had faced androids with less uncertainty. he heard stories about how his father was rowdy tyke and there was no sense in waking that bear up, if he could help it.

“ whoa, whoa, whoa—hold on! ”

his remaining hand flew upward, palm exposed, whilst sweat surfaced along his temples with embarrassing speed. he started backing away at a respectable distance, surrendering enough ground to make his intentions plain.

“ there’s no need to pull that out. i’m not trying to take your power pole. i promise. ” the words shot out like hastily, nearly stumbling into one another and making what he said sound almost indecipherable.

“ and calling you dad without explaining anything first was… probably the worst way i could’ve introduced myself. that's on me. ” gohan's mouth twitched sheepishly. “ sorry, goku. ”

well, there was no elegant route through the truth now. he had already stepped across the line and left nothing but a crate behind him.

war had devoured most of the man he became, but it had never managed to digest the scholar completely out of him. logic was still present beyond the pressures he has felt. trunks had crossed through time more than once. the supreme kai had explained the consequences with enough clarity for gohan to understand that history cannot be forced to redo nothing that has already come to pass, even if for the noble purpose of repairing a wrong that wrought about a disturbance. it divided. one decision became two histories, then more, each one continuing beyond the sight of the other.

his presence here meant the separation had already occurred. whatever he disclosed could not reach backward and rescue the world he had come from. it could only become part of this one. as far as he understood, this was safe. gohan lowered his hand slightly, though he kept it where kid goku could see it.

“ so it goes like this: my name is son gohan. i’m from the future, and in the history i came from... i’m your son. ” gohan watched the boy's face carefully as he continued. he'd have to, in order to quickly address the common questions that would undoubtedly come anyone's mind to a revelation like this.

“ the man who raised you was grandpa gohan. you live near mount paozu. you ride a flying cloud named nimbus, and you keep a four-star dragon ball because it belonged to him.”