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(ง •̀_•́)งFUN TARGET://Bra:

         You’re Vegeta’s other kid, I got that right, right? You should come and try to beat me up.

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[wxbsofhxnor]

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“Blue hair!? Or green...? Well it seems I’m no longer in Kansas...” More likely no longer in New York City Spidey, but you just had to joke didn’t you. You just had to.

[chxzu]

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                { ❄️ } “I’ve heard much about the people in this area. I’ve heard that this particular city is home to some of the most powerful people the world can offer, so I came here hoping to have a discussion with them and see what sort of training regimen they go through, so I may use it for the Atlesian military.”

The tall woman leaned down so she was directly in Bra’s face, and the half-Saiyan girl would suddenly be able to feel a chill that was seemingly emanating from the woman herself.

“Would you care to lead me towards the people I’m looking for? I heard you mention one of their names, after all.”

(Winter Schnee from RWBY)

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“Mmm... You smell sweet! You might taste good...” The Soul Bee giggled, a finger to her mouth, emotionless ‘eyes’ looking to her prey. “Don’t be afraid, Would you like to become one of us? It wont hurt a bit~”

[hopefromadoomedtimeline]

☂ : Storms or clear skies?

In Depth Headcanon Prompts

☂ : Storms or clear skies?

There was a time where he liked stormy weather, as the sounds of thunder and rain were more comforting than broad daylight. Sure, it required him and his mother to cover up their house to stop the rain and cold weather from getting in, but the sounds of the storm were calming, as the noise occupied his mind and served as a sort of white noise. Nowadays, he can’t sleep if he hears rain pouring down, as it causes him to have nightmares. Likewise, he’s bound to be on edge when skies are grey, as it gives him the feeling that something horrible is about to happen.

[saiyanprincesstrunks]

“Hold on, please.”

Bleeding out was a terrible way to go, Trunks decided. It was like her heartbeat washed over her, pulsating pain all through her torso and limbs and head. Everything was pain. Everything was the panicked drumming of her heart, desperately trying to keep everything functioning.

She didn’t notice when she hit the ground; one second she was in the air, the next she wasn’t, and with a jolt she realised that she barely felt it. Like the ground was only half-there.

But she did feel herself being pulled up, she felt hands gripping her, and water hitting her face. She had to squint to see who was holding her and…

Oh no. No. Not Bra. Please not Bra. Don’t let her go through this.

But Trunks knew better than to tell her to go, she was part of the Briefs family and Saiyan royalty, with all the stubbornness of both families, so instead she used that energy to give her one final wish.

“Please… take… Excalibur… it’s yours…”

Every word was heavy, difficult to get out as the pounding in her head grew louder. Her blade, her prized possession, the tool that had ended up being used against her… Someone had to take care of it, and that someone would be Bra, her sister whom she never got to really have, to see her grow up, to teach her…

Bra was shaking, and Trunks was pretty sure she was saying something, maybe calling for a Senzu Bean or demanding a search for the Dragon Balls, but Trunks had already been revived by them once. There was no coming back, not unless they decided to go to Namek and use those Dragon Balls.

Heh. Maybe they would.

Her skin was cold, and Bra’s hands were warm, burning even. The pounding was fading, Bra’s touch was fading, sound and sight had long since gone. Trunks was floating in the air, cold and weightless. 

She wondered if she would see Gohan.