#princessbrabrief

[shitemojis-blog]

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[subparsaiyan]

"Well then nevermind. You have one of the worst hair lines I have ever seen. I was just being nice, you lower class saiyan." She paused for a moment. "Show some respect to your princess." She flipped her blue hair and walk away.

She may have her mother’s face, but with certainty, she carries her father’s blood. 

Raditz pondered her words for a moment, letting the seething rage in his gut inflame and run wild, before he did what only he would do: attack. 

“Let’s play a game of catch,” he insisted, firing a ki blast with lethal intent.   

[subparsaiyan]

"I like your long hair."

Children. How he hated children. 

"Join the fucking club, brat. Don’t touch it, and you might live long enough to learn to count!” 

Who’s damn spawn was this? We’ve got a lost child, roaming an unattended. That, and very, very close to the kind of man who would grievously harm a child. For laughs. 

[underwear-prince]

RP starter

Vegeta had never really been one for celebration, Trunks knew this well, but on this particular occasion he had decided he would actually do something to try and bring a smile to his father’s face. For it was soon to be his birthday.  Trunks was pacing the living room of his mother’s place at Capsule Corp trying desperately to think of an appropriate gift to give his narrow minded, stubborn, prideful father. It was truly quite the challenge when the two of them were near polar opposites in personality and taste. Taste... perhaps food? Would probably cost a small fortune to acquire the necessary items however... And it would be gone with nothing to show for it in a matter of minutes...

Taking a hiatus from his train of thought, he ventured on down the hallway to his little sister’s room. Children were after all common sources of inspiration and surprising intellect. They were both Bulma’s children after all. He was about to simply let himself in, but decided instead to knock softly, giving his baby sister the courtesy. 

[crusader-of-time]

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((well ok it looks cute tho so idk... <3333))

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