#zangyx

[thatredsaiyan]

Zangya: I've never been hugged.

Serrana: That is, without a doubt, the saddest thing I have ever heard. 

Serrana: It also explains everything about you.

@zangyx

[shuushinchuu-archive-blog]

@zangyx

Once upon a time, the dragon balls had been a thing of near legend and, once upon a time, Shuu’s life had been peaceful. Uneventful. Boring.

Then she had come into Son Goku’s ownership and… things had never really been dull ever since.

Knowledge of the balls and the power they could grant had grown and, in turn, so had the number of people who wanted to use their power for their own gain. A fair tradeoff to actually getting to do something, she supposed.

The woman had already collected a fair number of the balls. Four, five-- two more and she could make her wish, a thought that had Shuu pursing illusory lips. No. Once upon a time she would have been an impartial participant, but she knew better now. Not just anyone could be allowed to make a wish.

“You know-- It’s rude to grab someone without asking permission first.”

[gokua-blog]

“Hold on, please.” //fuck me up

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      THE familiar feeling of the wind, breezing through his hair as he swiftly navigated through the air as he fought against the other swordsman, his fellow companions doing their part just a few feet away. While they did often fight as a group together on occasions, none of the, ever took this much effort to just take down. But Kogu is too distracted by the fact that he’s beginning to grow tired, his grin plastered onto his face as the pleasing sound of steel hitting against one another filled his ears. He admires the look on the half Saiyan’s face as he realizes that Kogu wasn’t as amateur as one would think when it came to the skill of the blade.

      A brief and curt shriek was heard, if only for a moment, but Kogu picked up on the sound and he knew right away who it was, with a quick turn of his body, his eyes scan the area for Zangya, though he sees that she immediately got back on track. He knew better than to underestimate her, really, but it wasn’t his fault he was concerned for her most of the time, even if it hardly showed. Most of the time, that is.

      KOGU takes note of the glance that Bojack gives him, which puts a pit in the gut of his stomach because he knows that look does not mean good things are coming to him. He has to focus, and he quickly turns his attention back to the other swordsman just as the blade was beginning to move towards his face. Kogu barely manages to counter with his own sword, resulting in a grunt from both parties as their grips tighten fiercely around their respective weapons. Each of them push forward, trying to gain the upper hand on the other.

      HOWEVER, he grins to himself, because he can feel the other’s hand beginning to loosen under the force in which Kogu is placing on his weapon, which was his plan. Once the other would tire out and give in, that was when he would strike and slay the Saiyan dead. They’d certainly catch a price if they turned in the corpse of one of the last remaining Saiyans, Kogu laughed at the idea. But his laughter was quickly replaced with a sharp grunt, all of the breath in his body leaving at once as amusement was replaced with shock.

          ❝ Kogu! ❞

      HE can barely hear who the voice belonged to, as the moment the shock began to wear away, his body was completely overtaken by excruciating pain, with a white, gloved hand piercing straight through his chest, with his own, purple blood staining the glove. Kogu can feel himself gag, a mixture of bile and blood rising from his throat as the hand is slowly extracted from his chest. He’s unaware of the fact his sword was long gone, having dropped it the moment his chest was pierced by the hand of the Saiyan Prince. The Hera’s tense body eases, his skin fading from the light green that made him feel so powerful, to the teal that he was born with and his body drops like a stone to the ground beneath him.

      EVERYTHING is cold, his vision is blurred and fading, a sharp pain is in his chest every time he tries to breath and he doesn’t know how this happened. He was one of the strongest in the galaxies, he had the upper hand. Here he was, on the ground on some faraway planet, in a pool of his own blood. He can feel a mixture of feelings, but he doesn’t want to acknowledge the fact he’d just made a fatal slip up in front of his boss, in front of her. He can hear her voice, coming closer but he isn’t sure why she’s bothering to even come close to him, they had their priorities and Bojack would certainly put him out of his misery if he even saw some sign of concern from Zangya about his own well being.

      HE can feel the warmth of her arms, wrapping around him in contrast to the coldness his entire body is beginning to feel, and he can feel his chest tighten, the pain growing much more intense as his confusion begins to turn into anger. This wasn’t supposed to happen, they were supposed to be the ones slaughtering them all, with Zangya at his side, the wind whipping through their hair as they’d fly over the cities, decimating anyone who stood in their way. Here he was, DYING in her arms.

      KOGU can hear the panic beginning to rise in Zangya’s voice, something he has never heard in his life and it pains him to hear her in such a state. It’s incredibly difficult and painful, but he makes an attempt to lift his arm, though he can’t reach it far enough to brush an orange curl behind her ear, it’s comfortable on it’s place on her hand, on top of the bloody wound on his chest. He’ll be okay, he’s sure of it. He can sit this one out, patch himself up like he always does when he used to get injured back when he was still learning how to fight and survive. It was just one of those times, he was sure of it.

      BUT that’s not how things are going to go this time, Kogu’s been aware of that the moment he was aware he was on the ground, bleeding like some sick animal in the streets. He’s already aware of the tears staining his cheeks, over the fact these were his last moments alive, and they would be spent in her arms. He can feel himself beginning to cry because he’s scared. He knows that the moment he takes his last breath, he won’t wake up to see her face, to hear her voice say his name. Even if they would never have a life together under Bojack’s command, a fact he was aware of and completely at peace with, he couldn’t bear the thought of having to depart. A permanent leave, one in which he won’t come back with a grin on his face as he boasts to his comrades about. He’s not ready to die, and he knows full well where he’s going when he passes. He’s afraid to see the faces he’s taken down with the swing of his sword. He’s going to hell.

      HE’S beginning to panic now, his bloodied hand reaching to touch Zangya’s face over and over to only reassure himself that she’s not going anywhere. When his vision grows more and more poor, he can feel his pained breathing beginning to grow erratic and he’s trying desperately to cling on the small amount of life that he has left. He doesn’t want to go to hell, to face what he’s done, and he doesn’t want to leave her.

          ❝ Z-Zangya…don’t leave me….stay with me, keep me close, please. ❞

[scholarwarriorfather-a]

zangyx replied to your post: zangyx replied to your post: ...

*distant screaming*

“I’m sure it’ll be fine, even if I have any issues.”

[scholarwarriorfather-a]

zangyx replied to your post: am 2 nakie

“No please keep them off.”

“Maybe I will!”

[scholarwarriorfather-a]

zangyx replied to your post: How are you and Miss Gwyn so good at making icons?...

faith trust and pixie dust

(( Gwyn is actually Tinkerbell you heard it here first folks

[the-one-and-only-sharpner]

@supergalacticsoldier, @zangyx, @swcshbuckler

Bojack the Cuckman, was a jolly psychotic blowhole, with two pointed ears and a broken nose, and two eyes that had no soul.

Bojack the Cuckman, is a pirate, they say. He was simply made of spite, but his crew knows he became a cuck one day.

There must have been some magic in that old silk rope they found. For when they tied him up, he began to scream and pound!

Oh, Bojack, the Cuckman, was alive as he could be; and the crew say he could scream with glee, as he watched Kogu and Zangya on space TV.

Thumpety thump, thump, thumpety thump, thump, look at the pair go.

Thumpety thump, thump, thumpety thump, thump, over the speaker of their show.

Bojack the Cuckman, knew that Zangya was the hotwife that day. So he said, “Have your fun, before I blast that bitch away.”

Down in the ruins, with a energy ball in his hand, running here and there, all around the square, sayin’, “Zangya! Catch this if you can!”

He led poor Gohan down the streets of town, right to the final climax; and only paused a moment, when Gohan fisted him through his stomach.

For Bojack the Cuckman, had to hurry on his way, but he waved goodbye, sayin’ “Zangya became my bitch, Koga. Tell her I said hey.”

[the-one-and-only-sharpner]

( Zangya’s with their crew: @zangyx: “I am here for you all, let me take care of you.” @cruel-x-beauty: “Burn! Burn! BURN!”)