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Girls with short boyfriends unite!!
Cell saga went a little something like this... right?
-Okay so I know I said my last cursed/blursed dragonball redraws would be my last one, but i just finished rewatching the cell saga so like...
The Dream
Day 1 of Chestnut fest, Shared Dream. @chestnutisland
The room was dark. Nothing could be seen but a dim green light at the end of the hallway that was buzzing softly. The buzzing was the only other sound other than the crickets chirping from outside. She moved slowly gulping in fear when the floorboard creaked loudly.
Damn it. What if HE heard her? She knew exactly what would happen if HE caught her sneaking around the house. It's happened many times before.
Too many times.
She walked on her tip toes even slower trying not to cause any more creaks. She peered into the doorway where the green light was coming from and covered her mouth to not let out a cry of distress.
There was so much blood and wires everywhere and his face. She can never forget his face: writhed in agony, staring at her, begging for help. But she can do nothing because then HE will do that to her.
He understood that and gave her a small blink telling her to get out of there, run away. And she could, easily because HE is distracted and HE hasn't caught her yet. But she can't leave.
She can't just leave and leave her brother to his fate.
She just...can't.
...
18 wakes up with a loud gasp grasping her chest. Her bedroom is dark save for the moonlight coming in through the window. She glances beside her to the sleeping naked man snoring away, blissfully unaware. Usually he wakes up when she has this damn nightmare but tonight he's tired. He worked a double shift at the police station and Marron was sick so by the time they got to bed he was dead tired. He literally undressed and passed out within seconds.
Her phone buzzes and she grabs it.
That dream again? -17
18 sighs and texts back.
Yeah, you? -18
Yeah. Still sucks. I woke up Haru again. She's making me tea. -17
Krillin's still out. He was tired today. -18
Meet for coffee? -17
I usually would but Marron is sick. -18
What's wrong? -17
Coughing and fevers -18
This dream always comes back. I hate it. -17
Sometimes I'm not sure it is a dream... -18
...Yeah, maybe it's not. But I rather tell myself that didn't really happen. -17
Me too. -18
Wake Krillin, I feel bad that you're not getting any comfort. -17
He's tired 17 -18
I will call him right now -17
Don't you dare -18
So wake him -17
Okay, okay jeez. -18
Haru is back. I'm gonna drink this tea and try to sleep again -17
Why? It never works -18
I know. But I at least like to try -17
I guess. Okay good night then. -18
Good night 18. -17
18 placed her phone back on the bedside table and looked over at the sleeping Krillin. She could really use a hug. She could never sleep after the dreams but when Krillin holds her she can at least relax even if she's lying awake all night.
Sighing in defeat she gently taps his shoulder until he groans softly and slowly opens his eyes. "18?"
18 watches him in silence for a moment not really knowing what to say and not wanting to sound weak. Krillin sits up groggily and says, "Is it Marron? Is she okay?"
"She's fine, still sleeping," 18 says. "I just...I just had that dream again."
Krillin hums softly. "The one with your brother mangled in that green room?"
18 nods. "Yes that one."
"Come're," Krillin says opening his arms.
18 scoots towards him and he immediately pulls him into his chest and lays back down with her. She cuddles into his chest and starts sobbing and Krillin gently rubs her back through it.
"I'm sorry you and 17 keep having these dreams," Krillin says softly.
"Me too," 18 says. "I'm just glad I have you to get me through it."
"I'm always here for you babe," Krillin says. "Always."
I just love how 18 thinks her husband is the coolest guy around. She does not care how short he is, or how he has no nose. To her he is cool as hell.
Like, she sees him fly off ready to fight an alien tyrant that has killed him once already and she just gazes after him all “He's so cool.” and she’s probably thinking about how lucky she is to get such a guy.
And damn right you are 18. And Krillin is lucky too.
Strictly Business
Here's my next entry for Chestnutfest, I am so happy to be writing again. @chestnutisland
Strictly Business
A tall man with jet black hair spiked up tall wearing a three piece navy blue suit walked into the conference room where all the employees tensed up instantly. Ever since Dr. Gero lost that terrible lawsuit against a begrudged client, Goku, the banks have been in and out of the company distributing settlement money and to save his company Dr. Gero sold the entire company to someone else.
The employees who had all been there for a number of years feared for their job security and for what kind of new boss they would have. This serious man in the blue suit did not inspire confidence at all.
“My name is Vegeta,” he said. “I am the new CEO of the company appointed by the new owner.”
A blue-haired woman entered the room wearing a Navy blue tight dress with a red scarf tied around her neck. Vegeta motioned to her, “this is my wife Bulma, she is the new CFO.”
“Our goal is to keep the company running as smoothly as it always has except for more compliant with the laws. We are not here to fire anyone or change anything but to simply supervise things more closely. Unfortunately the lawsuit and buyout of the company puts us at quite a large loss and we need to close a large account to be able to recover the losses. We have a multi-millionaire heir who needs investment help because he grew up and poverty and we need to get him on our client-load ASAP.” Vegeta motioned to Bulma after completing his speech.
“Let’s see here,” Bulma said opening a manilla folder. “Our top investment agents are Lazuli and Lapis.”
Vegeta looked at the employees. “Are you here?”
“Right here,” Lazuli said standing up along with Lapis.
She was a beautiful, thin blonde woman wearing a white button up shirt with a pink sweater vest and a tag that said “Gero Enterprises” and her name.
Lapis wore a very relaxed suit without the blazer and had his long black hair tied in a loose ponytail that allowed a few pieces of hair to loosen and fall on his face.
“You are listed as the top the agents,” Bulma said. “You both have executive positions here, Vice Presidents and minority shareholders. Quite a feat.”
“Excellent,” Vegeta said handing Lazuli a folder. “You can take this potential client Ms. Lazuli. Mr. Lapis I would like you to come with me to review client files and see if we can stir up business that way. The rest of you Bulma has prepared a calling list for potential clients. We have prepared scripts as introduction, your goal is to set up appointments for in person meetings not to try to sell over the phone, understood?”
“Understood,” came the response.
The room cleared out quickly as Bulma had already set up folders for everyone to take. Lazuli walked straight to her office to start reviewing her file. A multi-millionaire heir who has no idea how to manage money, this should be an open and shut case. Earn his trust, close the deal.
She opened the folder and looked at the paperwork. There was no picture only a list of information:
Name: Krillin
Age: 29
Occupation: Owner of Roshi Martial Arts School, formerly a monk
Inheritance: $50 million
She hummed and started inputting his phone number and address onto her phone. A few years back she had had a one night stand with a martial arts teacher. She never knew his name and she never did see him again even though he was so cute, though a bit shorter than most of the guys she ever dated.
She dialed the number and waited for a response. “Hello?”
“Hi!” Lazuli said cheerfully, “My name is Lazuli with Gero Enterprises and you were referred to me to help you with your new inheritance.”
“Oh. That. Can I just donate it all?”
“You want to donate it?” Lazuli said. “To what organization?”
“Uh I don’t know, cancer research?”
“That’s amazing, so what would you like to do? Donate all of it once or give them a good amount every single month for years and years nonstop?”
Krillin made a surprised sound. “Wait I can do that?”
“Yes and still have money to set up income and retirement for yourself and anyone you want to help,” Lazuli said. “Are you available tonight for dinner so we can discuss this further?”
“Um, sure yeah,” Krillin said. “I get out of my last class at 7:30, we can meet at like 9.”
“Great let’s meet at Satan Cafe at 9pm,” Lazuli said. “Just ask the hostess to bring you to the table.”
“Okay sounds good, see you tonight.”
...
Lazuli had been sitting at the table for twenty minutes before the hostess appeared with a short bald man in a simple white button up with a messy black tie. Lazuli recognized him almost instantly and she just froze. In her years of experience as an agent she had never encountered something like this before.
He recognized her too and sat down across from her looking shocked. “You’re Lazuli?”
Lazuli gulped. “And you’re Krillin?”
Krillin chuckled nervously and scratched his head. “Well what a coincidence.”
“You know when I saw that you were a martial arts instructor I thought about you but I never thought you were actually that person,” Lazuli said.
“I think about you a lot too,” Krillin said, “I never thought I’d see you again.”
“Well we certainly have some catching up to do,” Lazuli said smiling. “But let’s talk business first.”
“Yes let’s,” Krillin said grinning. “But this time we’ll keep in touch after yeah?”
Lazuli smirked. “Definitely. But right now...strictly business.”
...
Lazuli let out a heavy sigh as she collapsed onto the bed followed shortly after by Krillin who collapsed on top of her naked and sweaty.
Panting still she said, “okay so we didn’t get anything done.”
“Well we got something done,” Krillin murmured against her throat.
“And quite well might I add,” Lazuli said chuckling. “But I meant business wise.”
Krillin sighed and moved himself off of Lazuli so he could lie beside her. “You’re like the seventh agent that has come see me. I am not a...money guy. I got this inheritance when my mentor and father figure passed away. He had to die so I could get this money and I just...I don’t wanna keep it.”
Lazuli sat up and looked at him. “You are a good person Krillin. I have a twin brother and when we were teenagers our parents died in a car accident. The state gave us life insurance money. My brother was adamant about not taking the money but the truth was we needed that money to survive. Our parents had the foresight to purchase life insurance so that we would be taken care of if something ever happened to them. How disrespectful and dumb would it have been to not take the money you know? That money got us through college and set us up.”
“Hmm,” Krillin said sitting up. “I guess I never really thought of that.”
“How long did your mentor work to make all that money?”
Krillin looked pensive for a moment. “About 40 years. He’s the creator of my martial arts studio, and he franchised it and expanded it.”
“It was his life’s work?”
Krillin nodded.
“And he gave it to you? And no one else’s?”
Krillin nodded.
“What an honor that is Krillin,” Lazuli said smiling. “He loved and trusted you enough to leave you everything because he wanted you to be comfortable and well, and to carry on his legacy.”
Krillin smiled sadly. “Y-yeah, I guess he did.”
“So trust me then,” Lazuli said. “Let me help you set up your account. We can set up accounts for you to live comfortably the rest of your life whether you work or not, we can set up accounts for anyone in your life that you want to help, we can set up accounts to give money consistently to any charity or project you want, and we can set things up so you can get any leisures or luxuries you want.”
“I’m good with all the other stuff, I don’t know about the leisure part,” Krillin said.
“It’s all up to you,” Lazuli said smiling. “Whatever you want. So, what do you say? Do I have the job?”
Krillin chuckled. “Is this how you close all your deals?”
Lazuli leaned forward and brushed her lips against his. “Only the short cute bald ones.”
Krillin laughed and kissed her gently. “You’re hired.”
Lazuli smiled and moved away so she could offer her hand for a handshake. He looked at her hand for a moment then said, “we can seal the deal another way.”
Lazuli grinned slid her hand up his torso instead. “After all, this is strictly business.”
Run
Day 4 of Chestnutfest @chestnutisland I wanted all about Marron day to be unique so this is a first person POV fic based on Dragonball GT, and since that show is not canon this isn't either (well except for K18, I would never split them up). Let me know what you think of this unique take.
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Run
It happened so quickly, none of us were really expecting it. We were just out together shopping as usual and my mom was acting annoyed and distant with my dad even though I know she loves him. He appeared out of nowhere, this souped up, mind-controlled version of my uncle 17. My mom and dad didn’t even have time to react before he lifted a hand and shot out a ki blast so powerful it went right through my dad’s heart.
He was dead before mom and I could reach him. I never see my mom cry but here she was crying and telling my dad that she loved him. Then the weird version of uncle 17 started laughing cruelly and my mom pushed me away hard.
“Get out of here!” She cried out letting her tears spill out freely as she stood up.
Get out? Leave? Right now? With dad dead on the floor? And what if he kills her next!?
“Go!” My mom’s voice is anxious and now I know for sure that if I stay I will be a distraction and she will die for sure. I turn around and run. I run and run as fast as my feet can carry me and try to ignore the sounds of ki blasts and my mom screaming in fury.
I have to run. I have to run and never look back. Tears are spilling freely. Kami I was so ungrateful. Dad always wanted me to train with Goku to learn to defend myself and I always said no because I didn’t wanna break a nail and there were enough defenders. What if I had trained though? I could have stopped uncle 17 from killing him. Instead I let myself be totally defenseless and on top of it took advantage of my dad’s kindness. I always whined and acted like a spoiled brat and now...now he’s gone. Now he’s gone and it’s all my fault!
I find myself in front of Capsule Corp and I fall to my knees unable to contain my sobs back any longer.
“Marron?”
I lift my head and see Bulla and Bulma standing in front of me. I immediately run into Bulma’s arms and sobbingly tell her what happened. “Uncle 17 got mind controlled or something. He was so weird and he killed dad right in front of us and I had to run and mom was fighting him and he probably killed her too and we need to find Goku, someone needs to stop him and...”
“Marron, Marron calm down,” Bulma says shaking me slightly to make her stop. “Krillin is dead?”
I could only respond with a harsh cry. She hugs me tightly and rubs my back. “Oh I’m so sorry Marron. We will figure something out okay. We will wish him back or something.”
“The dragon balls are challenging right now,” Marron says. “What if we can’t?”
Bulma frowns. “I-I don’t know. Trunks isn’t here right now though sorry. I know you guys are dating and you probably want his comfort...”
“Trunks and I aren’t dating,” I say grimacing in disgust.
“Oh don’t play coy,” Bulma says laughing. “I see you hanging out around here coming out of his bedroom.”
“No seriously I’m not...”
“Oh I’m sure you want to keep that secret,” Bulma says grinning teasingly. “Don’t worry I’ll keep it secret.”
“Mom stop messing with her,” Bulla says stepping in between us. “Especially now!”
Bulma looks sheepish. “You’re right sorry.”
“Come on Marron, let’s go up to my room,” Bulla says grabbing my arm. “Since my mom is being insensitive I’ll comfort you.”
Bulma’s protests are lost because Bulla pulls me away immediately and leads me straight inside and up the stairs. The moment we close the door of her bedroom behind us, Bulla pulls me into her arms and hugs me firmly.
“I’m so sorry Marron,” Bulla says.
I sob into her arms and hug her tightly. “I don’t even know how I got here. I just started running away like a coward and ended up here.”
“I guess they will just assume you came for Trunks,” Bulla scoffs. “As if you could ever like my dorky brother.”
“I rather them think that than know that I’m here for you,” I say backing away from her.
Bulla pouts. “And what exactly is wrong with that?
“Well you’re a girl,” I say biting my lip.
“So what?” Bulla says. “My dad is an alien and your mom’s part robot, I don’t think gender is a factor.”
“Bulla I’m not in the headspace to have this conversation right now,” I say rubbing my temple.
Bulla sighs and steps into my space. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I’m supposed to be comforting you.”
“You are,” I say looking into her cerulean eyes and struggling to not get lost in them. “Just being with you comforts me.”
Bulla smiles at me and I melt a little bit. She lifts onto her tip toes slightly and presses her lips against mine. No matter how hard I try to stay away I just can’t. I am a spoiled daddy’s girl, but here this girl has me sneaking in all the time and jumping into Trunks’ room and walking out of there so we wouldn’t get caught. Trunks was the only person who knew about us and he always helped us, but it’s not me. It’s not who I am.
How did I let this girl corrupt me?
Bulla wraps her arms around my neck and deepens the kiss. I melt into her and we stumble back against the wall.
I don’t even know how long we made out for before we break apart breathlessly. Kami I love her. I love this stupid girl and after seeing my dad die just like that suddenly on a normal day out I realize life is too short and unpredictable to hide away in fear. How much longer will I keep running away?
“If my dad comes back to life,” I say. “I’m gonna tell him about us.”
Bulla smiles widely. “Really?”
Kami I love her smile. “Yes.”
“Then I’ll tell my mom too,” Bulla says grinning.
I gulp nervously and nod. “This is scary.”
“Yeah, but we’re in this together,” Bulla says caressing my face and brushing her lips softly against mine.
...
“Marron!” Bulma burst into the room making us jump apart on the bed where we were cuddled together, with very little...okay with no clothing. “You gotta see...whoa!”
“Mom!” Bulla cries pulling the blanket over us.
Bulma’s shocked expression turns into a smirk and she says, “So it’s not Trunks you’re dating huh?”
I whimper and hide my face behind Bulla’s shoulder as Bulla whines, “mom get out!”
Bulma laughs loudly. “Good thing I’m not your dad. Hurry up and get dressed and come downstairs. Hurry up!”
She leaves laughing and we immediately jump out of bed to get dressed. “Bulla why didn’t you lock the damn door?” I whine getting dressed quickly.
“It’s not like I planned to have sex with you it just happened,” Bulla says shrugging carelessly. “I didn’t think to lock the door.”
“Kami this is humiliating,” I mumble putting on my shoes.
“It shouldn’t be, my mom reacted great,” Bulla says grinning.
I pause for a moment then chuckle softly. “Yeah I guess she did.”
“Ready?” Bulla says walking to the door already fully dressed but in that skimpy red outfit that just...ughhhh why am I so gay?
I gulp and nod. We both leave the room together and go right to the stairs. There’s voices down stairs including Bulma who sounds excited. We step into the living room and I gasp. Everyone is gathered around the living room including my dad who looks happy and very much alive. Before I could react I feel a gust of wind beside me and see my dad stumble into a wall as my mom, seemingly out of nowhere, tackles him and kisses him passionately.
I feel a gentle hand on my back and look to Bulla who is smiling as she says, “guess you have to tell him now.”
Tears spill from my eyes as I run towards him at full speed yelling out, “DAD!”
Something New
https://archiveofourown.org/works/20639756
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Day 3 of Chestnut fest Role Reversal. @chestnutisland thank you for hosting this event :)