if you guessed it was piccolo

Band instruments as things I've heard them say
  • Piccolo: .... (I don't think I've ever heard them speak. Thinks they're better than everyone and doesn't talk to other band kids)
  • Flute: guess what 'band director' said about 'piccolo'
  • Oboe: *quietly playing a solo, very concentrated*
  • Bassoon: *squeak*
  • Clarinet: we're gonna play those two notes ff instead of p so it sounds like 'DOOT DOOT' wanna help
  • Bass clarinet: I don't think I play here
  • Alto saxophone: I can fit my whole mouthpiece down my throat I'll show you
  • Tenor saxophone: we either play 4 half notes the entire song...or constant 32nd notes....I don't understand
  • Bari saxophone: so do I do sectionals with the trombones, or...?
  • Trombones: *screams into instrument*
  • Tuba: why am I even here
  • French horn: (secluded, doesn't speak much. Very put together. Know what they're doing)
  • Trumpet: *clearly plays wrong note* that wasn't me
  • Percussion: *screaming* RATCHET SUPREMACY
Instruments as flutes see them
  • Piccolo: annoying little sibling in instrument form
  • Flute: God's gift to band
  • Clarinet: squeaky lil wood sticks
  • Saxophone: sound good until you talk to the person playing them
  • Oboe: better when they're not there so we can play their solos
  • Bassoon: some sort of strange mythical creature
  • Trumpet: I guess they're ok but couldn't they just... Play quieter??
  • Horn: nearly perfect. restores our faith in the brass section
  • Trombone: just kidding about that faith in the brass section
  • Euphonium: smol tuba
  • Tuba: I don't know, they're too far back for me to see one
  • Percussion: just stop ok

anonymous asked:

do you like other anti heroes?

You mean from Dragon Ball?

I guess we have several characters that redeemed themselves and became good guys in the end.

I’d go with Piccolo, probably. He was one of those characters that I couldn’t warm up to for a really long time, even after he became one of the “good guys”, maybe because I was a really young kid when I watched his father, King Piccolo, in Dragon Ball and it scared the crap out of me!

But that moment with Gohan when he sacrificed in front of him was absolutely heartbreaking and now he’s like a wise Green Papa (kind of Green Grandpa to Pan too!) in the show and I love it!

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anonymous asked:

Jax. If you were some type of anti-hero comic book character, who do you think your arch-enemy would be?

If I was an Anti-Hero I wouldn’t have one because all my arch enemies would be dead lol 

So if they’d be like

“Stop if you kill me you’re no better than me, the Monster you’ve been fighting" 

well I guess you can call me Godzilla

cause I’ll happily destroy other monsters, 

especially ones that gleefully murder innocent people

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nyazuline  asked:

24 with............ broly/raditz ;)

“Oh my God, you’re in love with them!”


Yamcha plopped down on the bench next to Raditz and leaned back against the table. “So what’s eating you?”

Raditz glared at him. “Nothing.”

“Dude, you’re bouncing your leg hard enough to set off a Richter scale. You only do that when something’s bothering you. So what’s up? Maybe I can help.” Yamcha grinned at him. Something in Raditz’s gut clenched. It had been years since he’d first arrived on Earth, since he kidnapped his nephew and tried to eradicate all life on the planet. In that time, he’d tried to prove he was worthy of everything Kakarott had done for him. He’d fought monsters that far outstripped him in power, he’d died trying to set things right. (He came back, but he’d still died.) But that wasn’t enough for him. He didn’t deserve the friendliness offered to him by Kakarott’s friends, by his nephew.

By Broly, of all people.

“It’s nothing,” he said, “don’t worry your pretty head over it.”

Yamcha glared at him. “Look, I’m trying to be nice here. You’ve gotta talk about your feelings and shit with somebody and it may as well be me. You really want to hash your feelings out with Goku? Or worse, Vegeta? How about Piccolo, or Tien, or one of the other emotionally repressed assholes we keep hanging out with?” Raditz grimaced. None of those sounded appealing. Yamcha slugged him in the arm. “Come on, you can talk to me. I promise not to laugh.”

Raditz glanced across the park to where Broly was receiving meditation lessons from Piccolo. Ever since he’d crashed on Earth, he’d been making the same efforts as Raditz. Honestly, Raditz understood. There was something about Earth that made you want to protect it, even though it was as backwoods as planets got and probably wouldn’t even join the intergalactic community for a few more decades at best. It was quaint. And apparently, even the Legendary Super Saiyan himself wasn’t immune to its qualities.

That, at least, made him feel a little better.

“It’s like this,” he said, carefully choosing his words. “Now that Broly’s here, I feel like I should…I don’t know, try to be closer to him, I think? He’s one of only four remaining full-blooded Saiyans. And really…of all of us, I’m the oldest left. I’m the only one who remembers some of our traditions and stuff. Vegeta knows because Nappa made us learn, but he doesn’t care, and getting Kakarott to sit still long enough to learn anything takes either a miracle or six tons of rock.” Yamcha snorted. “But Broly–I don’t know. I just want to talk to him, I think. But he’s avoiding me because I look like Kakarott, and it bothers me. I’m not really sure why.”

Yamcha patted his shoulder sympathetically. “I’m sure Broly will warm up to you, Raditz. Hell, if Chi-Chi can, so can he.” He laughed and Raditz scowled. “Look, just go over and say hi, okay? It’s not hard. Maybe ask if you can join in the meditation lessons.”

Raditz bared his teeth. “I hate meditation.” Most Saiyans hated sitting still by nature. Their blood called for action, for violence–meditation wasn’t something they generally put much stock in. The only reason Broly was agreeing to it was in an attempt to calm and control his insane power. “Besides, Piccolo still doesn’t like me.”

“Piccolo doesn’t like anyone except Gohan; I wouldn’t take it personally.” Raditz snorted. “Go on, it’ll be fun! Well, okay, not fun, but it’ll be a start, anyway.”

Reluctantly, Raditz pulled himself to his feet. “If this goes badly, I’m blaming you.”

“Sure, whatever.” Yamcha waved him off. “Knock ‘em dead. Actually wait, no, don’t do that.”

“Too late,” Raditz called over his shoulder, sauntering towards Broly and Piccolo.

Broly looked up when Raditz approached and Piccolo immediately slapped his knee. “Concentrate, dammit,” he muttered.

“Raditz is here,” Broly said quietly, pointing.

Piccolo cracked an eye open and glared. “What?”

Raditz folded his arms. “I want to join in. That a problem?”

Broly perked up and turned to Piccolo. “Can he?”

Piccolo eyed Raditz, then sighed and closed his eye again. “Fine. So long as you’re quiet.”


Broly was becoming a problem.

Or, well, it wasn’t Broly himself that was the problem, if Raditz was being honest, but if there was one thing Raditz was good at it was not being honest with himself. He’d succeeded with his original plan of talking to Broly, getting a little closer to him, finding out more about him. And Broly was actually a really interesting guy. He was a lot quieter than Raditz expected when he wasn’t a screaming rage monster. He listened when Raditz talked–really listened, not just pretend-listening so Raditz would go away faster, or pity-listening. He seemed genuinely interested in Raditz and what he had to say.

And he was cute. Raditz wasn’t going to deny that. Broly was downright cute when he wasn’t the Legendary Super Saiyan, and having seen his other form Raditz could safely say that even as the Legendary Super Saiyan he was still hot as hell. He hated shirts in the same way that Raditz hated long pants, refusing to wear them unless strictly necessary.

The thing was that there was a sadness to him, a distance in his eyes, even when he was paying close attention to what was happening. Raditz could recognise it as the look of someone afraid of getting attached because they’re used to having what they want ripped from them without warning. He could empathize with it.

Broly laughed at Raditz’s jokes. Raditz prided himself on his awful, awful puns, sometimes getting into a pun-off with Yamcha to the dismay of everyone around them. And Broly laughed at every single one.

No, Broly himself wasn’t the problem. The problem was that Broly was perfect.

“Oh my God,” Yamcha said when Raditz told him all of this. “You’re in love with him.”

Raditz wrinkled his nose. “I am not.”

“You are!” Yamcha laughed and Raditz scowled. “Holy shit, you are totally in love with him! That’s…that’s fucking hilarious oh my God.”

“When you’re done laughing at my expense,” Raditz snapped, “I’m not in love with Broly. It’s just that he’s fucking perfect and it’s making me feel even more inferior than usual, jackass. Thanks for wrecking my day.”

“Okay, first of all.” Yamcha sat up straight, totally serious. “Broly is not perfect. I mean yeah he’s got the Legendary thing going for him, which is cool I guess, but the guy can barely talk without running away, he’s literally freeloading at the Lookout until further notice because Goku begged Piccolo and Dende to let him, and he is the clumsiest person I’ve ever seen. Seriously, just yesterday I watched him bump into a china cabinet of Mrs. Briefs’s and almost cry about it. That kid’s got issues, Raditz. He’s not perfect.”

Raditz hesitated. None of that sounded all that bad to him.

“Secondly,” Yamcha continued, “you should ask him out.”

Raditz looked flatly at him. “Absolutely not.”

“Oh, come on! It’d be fun!” Yamcha leaned in conspiratorially. “I bet he’s a real monster in bed, you know.”

He could feel his face turning red. “That’s not–no, I’m–look, you don’t get it. Even if I wanted to ask him out, which I don’t, he’s so much stronger than me.” Yamcha raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t mean much to you, but for Saiyans strength is everything. There’s too big a gap between us. And his father was decently high-ranking, or at least higher than my parents. So there’s that. I can’t ask him out. Not that I want to,” he added hastily. “It’s just…annoying, that he’s so great, that’s all.”

The smirk Yamcha gave him told him he wasn’t convinced. “Okay, sure. Whatever you say.” He stood up from the table and stretched. “Well, I guess I’m heading out. Say hi to Goku and Chi-Chi for me.”


“Raditz!”

Raditz pulled his blanket over his head. It was too early to be dealing with his sister-in-law’s yelling.

“Raditz, march your keister down here right this minute, bucko!”

He groaned and sat up, blinking blearily at the clock on the wall. It was definitely too early for this. He didn’t bother getting dressed, deciding that Chi-Chi could deal with his star-printed boxers and worn-thin t-shirt as punishment for waking him so early. He dragged himself down the stairs, rubbing groggily at his face.

“Whatever you want better be important,” he started as he walked into the living room. What he saw immediately woke him up the rest of the way.

Broly stood in the middle of the living room, hands awkwardly at his sides. He perked up when Raditz made eye contact. Chi-Chi stood in front of him, glaring between Broly and Radiz. “He said he’s here to see you,” she said curtly. “Whatever it is, you two are settling this outside, and away from the house, you hear? If you’re going to get into fights I want you to leave my house out of it.”

“Oh, I’m not here to fight, ma’am,” Broly reassured her.

Chi-Chi seemed to relax at being addressed as ‘ma’am.’ “Well, take it outside anyway. Raditz, you can come have breakfast when you’re done.” She shooed them out of the house and shut the door behind her.

Raditz turned to Broly. “What the hell are you doing here?” Broly looked down and scratched his nose instead of replying. “Uh, Base 633 to Broly, you there?” He waved a hand in front of Broly’s face.

“Do you really think all those nice things about me?” Broly blurted.

Raditz blinked, then realisation dawned. “Y-you–have you been talking with Yamcha?”

Broly looked up at him with a smile, timid but wide. “Maybe.”

“I’m gonna kill him.” Raditz ran a hand through his hair and stalked around in a circle. “I’m gonna kill him and his stupid cat.”

“Don’t,” Broly said, putting a hand on Raditz’s arm. Raditz almost flinched away, but held his ground. “If he hadn’t said anything I might not have known my feelings were returned.”

Wait.

“F-feelings?” he stammered. “You have–what kind of feelings?”

Broly stepped towards him and his smile brightened when Raditz didn’t move back. “Raditz, son of Bardock and Gine, would it be alright if I started courting you?”

A million thoughts and feelings flashed through Raditz’s mind at once–this was wrong, they were of completely different levels, they couldn’t be together, he didn’t like Broly like that, but yes he did, and who cared, they were on Earth now, they could play by Earth’s rules–before he nodded. “I think I’d like that.”

Broly’s smile was as perfect as the rest of him. “Courting starts now,” he murmured, and then his lips were on Raditz’s in a kiss Raditz hadn’t realised he’d been waiting for.

lasafara  asked:

Okay, so this prompt is based entirely on my experience in marching band but! Destiel, where one is a tuba player and one is a piccolo player. The band is huge, so there's like 8 tuba players and 40 piccolos, and they have a friendly rivalry going on, where the (somewhat crazy) tubas challenge the piccolos to "Everyone On The Field" volleyball games or tug-of-war, and so Dean and Cas meet during these shenanigans. You pick who plays what!

…you can’t have known, right? I played the piccolo and the flute in band for like 7 years. And one of my good friends played the tuba. lmao. (I was in stage band, though, my school didn’t have a marching band, and from what my college friends who did marching band told me, I am so damn glad about that…)


“Hey, Cas, how do you get two piccolo players to play in tune?” Dean shouted, smirking.

Sometimes, Castiel imagined the muscles that must be beneath Dean’s uniform, honed from hours and hours spent carrying his massive tuba through drills and formations and marches.

“By shooting the tuba player who makes the same damn joke every damn game,” Castiel called back.

Dean grinned, did a thumbs up - holding his tuba one-armed, the son of a bitch! - and pantomimed a pow-pow motion in Castiel’s direction.

Thinking about Dean’s muscles, thinking about Dean’s smile, thinking about Dean’s lung capacity and his damn embouchure and his broad shoulders and…and…and thinking about Dean was just a terrible idea. 

“Cas!” hissed Garth beside him. “Cas, what’re you doing?”

The percussion was playing the roll.

The show was about to start.

Dean had his tuba at his mouth.

And Castiel was standing and staring like a damn moron.

He got his piccolo to his lips just in time for the first shrill note of the Kansas State theme. There wasn’t room for distractions.

Even a distraction as enticing as Dean Winchester.

Fingers flying over the familiar sequence of notes, Castiel pushed distractions from his mind. 

It was halftime.

It was their time.

And Castiel had a show to put on.

By the time they were done with 15 minutes of continuous playing and marching in configuration, he felt overheated despite the cool temperatures. The drummers looked positively wiped, sweat dripping down their foreheads, and the tuba players…

…oh, hell, Dean looked fantastic with sweat gleaming over his tanned skin and matting his brown hair.

Damn. Everything. To. Hell.

The band hustled off the field, punching the air with their instruments and waving to the cheering and jeering fans. A whistle cued the players to take the field, but that wasn’t the real game.

Go!” Dean shouted.

Pandemonium erupted among the band players as people threw their instruments in the nearest safe location and bolted for the practice fields out back. Flags were pulled from pockets, stuffed into belts, and even though they didn’t even have a ball yet, much less any formal means of play, flags were already being stolen for the semi-impromptu game of flag football that the tuba players had challenged the piccoloists to. Trailing behind, Castiel rolled his eyes. His instrument was expensive and he wasn’t going to risk damaging it. The game could wait. 

Apparently, he was the only one who thought so, for no one else entered the band locker room with him. Alone in the sudden quiet, Castiel heaved a sigh, turned toward his locker, and froze.

Dean stood in the doorway.

“Hey, Cas,” he said.

“Hello, Dean.” Castiel felt breathless for no reason he could put his finger on. He was being ridiculous. There was no intimacy here; Dean probably hadn’t wanted to throw his beloved tuba aside like rubbish, that’s all.

Dean wasn’t holding a tuba.

Frozen, captivated, Castiel stared as Dean took one deliberate step, another, another, closing the distance between them.

“Not gonna play football, Cas?”

“Dean…”

Castiel held his piccolo up in about the most useless defense gesture imaginable; Dean ignored him, stepped close, leaned in so near that Castiel could feel the humidity of his sweaty hair.

“Is that a flag in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” Dean asked with a throaty chuckle.

Castiel snorted, tried to hold in laughter, failed, and cracked up.

“Are you…are you serious?” he gasped.

“Wha?” squawked Dean in protest. “Come on, man, these lines are classic!”

“Maybe…maybe you need a map…it’ll…I mean…X marks the spot to a good pick up line.” Castiel couldn’t stop laughing. 

“Cas,” Dean whined.

“Are you serious?” Castiel asked again, the full ramifications of the scene finally dawning on him.

They were alone in the locker room.

Dean had said a (totally ridiculous, cheesy, stupid) pick up line to him.

Was Dean asking him out?

“You asked me that already,” Dean replied sourly. “Put your wimpy-ass instrument down and get your not-at-all-wimpy ass out for football, Novak.” Pouting, Dean turned toward the door.

“No - Dean! Seriously - are you serious?” Castiel insisted, following Dean, grabbing his shoulder, turning him around. “Was that you’re defensive, shy, ridiculous, doomed to fail way of asking me out?”

“No!” Dean scoffed, refusing to meet his eyes. “No, no, God, no! Who would do that? Lame people, that’s who. Can’t you take a joke?”

“Because if you were asking me out, I’d say yes,” Castiel continued.

“I mean, if I was going to do something like that, I’d, like, make a plan, and…and, like, think it through, not say the first stupid shit that came into my head and totally fuck it up and ruin my chances forever and–” Dean froze. “Wait, what?”

“Dean Winchester, do you really want to know if that’s a flag in my pocket or if I’m just happy to see you?” Castiel asked with mock seriousness. “Because if you are, I think that’s a discussion that I’m game for.”

“Fuck the game,” breathed Dean. “Get over here, you squeaky, out of tune bastard.”

Castiel had never played flag football before.

When they finally, finally made it back to their dorms hours later, Castiel had still never played flag football, but he’d learned a great deal about the flawless muscles beneath Dean’s uniform.

“I guess piccolos aren’t so bed,” murmured Dean as Castiel demonstrated just how developed his cheek muscles were.

“Gonna play you like a flute,” Castiel promised.

“We’re never escaping the musical instruments puns, are we…”

Castiel answered with a demonstration.

Dean stopped complaining.

Kakavege week - Space Travel

AN: Takes place in an AU where when Raditz came to Earth, Goku regained his Saiyan memories after they both were killed by Piccolo. Out of a sense duty to his race he went with Nappa, Raditz and Vegeta after the brothers were brought back with the Dragon Balls. Nappa and Raditz later die at the hands of Freeza in glorious battle on Namek and choose not to be brought back. The rest follows the basic timeline of Dragon Ball Z except Goku and Vegeta still have their space pods and use them to go to other worlds as either defenders of planets in need or in search of remnants of the Cold’s Empire.

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Royal Catalog:
Recorded transmissions between King Vegeta IV and King Consort Kakarot between the Ages 761 and 784 (as told by the King Consort’s log dates after pod is repaired by Royal Scientist and Royal Mother Bulma Briefs).
Year of Catalog:
13 PGR*, may King Vegeta IV and King Consort Kakarot’s glory live on forever. 4582 TMC** and Galacdate 397412.47.

Age 761

‘Hey, you awake?’

'Kakarot, regardless of there only being four of us left, I am still your Prince and I demand you show me the respect due to me.’

'Right! Sorry, sir. Your Highness! Sir.’

'Moon above, I know Raditz found you on a backwater planet but honestly…’

'I’m sorry Prince Vegeta! I’ll try to be better!’

Transmission enhanced and remastered 'Not like it really matters, a prince of three isn’t much of anything.’

'Whatya say? Sir!’

'Nothing Kakarot.’

'Okay your Highness. Ya'know, I’m here so if you ever wanna talk or something at some point.’

'Kakarot.’

'Sir?’

'Shut up.’

'Yes sir.’

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Age 763

'Hey, Vegeta!’

'Yes Kakarot?’

'Whatya think we’d be doin’ right now if Freeza hadn’t blown up the planet?’

'You’d be an infantry level soldier with dreams of maybe making Lieutenant and I’d be living in lap of luxury with beautiful women seeing to my every whim, the planet magically running itself without me having to life a finger.’

'C'mon Vegeta, that’s no fun. We’d still be friends!’

'How would we be friends Kakarot? The only reason we met was because we are literally the last of our species and I decided to disobey Freeza and go somewhere I wasn’t supposed to.’

'Yeah, but can’t ya feel it? It’s like, when I first saw ya I knew we were meant to, I dunno, fight together and stuff. Even if Freeza didn’t destroy our planet, we’d have to be together.’

'If you say so Kakarot.’

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Age 765

'Ya ever wonder what everyone would think if they saw us now?’

'Like Raditz and Nappa?’

'Well, yeah them too, but mainly everyone else. I mean, two Super Saiyans in a generation, crossbreeding with another species, ya know? Like, we’re kinda breaking all the rules of normalcy and without anyone to reign us in, we’re like making up a new definition of what being Saiyan is and-’

'Kakarot how much sleep have you been getting?’

'Not much, my chest has been kinda hurting lately.’

'Our next mission can wait a bit, we’ll go to Earth and see if that woman can find what’s wrong with it.’

'Oh really! Thanks Vegeta!’

'Can’t very well have you watch my back if you’re distracted now can I?’

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Age 774

'You think if I started teaching him our culture younger, Gohan would be out here with us instead of running around Earth in that costume?’

'Hard to say, I don’t think it would take much for you to do something similar, I mean, when we met you were a fashion designer and a strong sense of morality away from being a superhero.’

'I was not-’

'Mysterious/unknown background: check. Unnaturally strong: check. Overthrow despotic and/or militaristic government: check. Magic bullshit, archenemy and Deus Ex Machina devices: check, check and hell yes check.’

'C'mon, it’s not my fault we had Dragon Balls-’

'Deus Ex Machina devices.’

'What?’

'Deus Ex Machina devices. It’s a literature thing. It’s like out of nowhere, for seemingly no reason other than god caused it, something happens that just fixes whatever it was that went wrong.’

'Huh, yeah, the Dragon Balls’ll fix just about anything you could dream of…’

'Exactly.’

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Age 779

'If you could have any wish, what would it be?’

'That you’d stop interrupting the knock out gas in these pods with questions.’

'C'mon, what would you really wish for?’

'…I don’t know, I honestly haven’t thought about it much. I wanted immortality for so long it’s hard to think of anything else. And since all your Earth friends agreed that after seeing what a hassle Garlic Jr. is that no one else is allowed to wish for immortality, regardless of their intentions towards Earth.’

'I guess that’s fair, I can’t think of anything I want either after I bring King Kai and the rest of them back, but that’s only fixing my mess, not getting something that I want.’

'That reminds me, I’ve been wanting to ask for ages: why didn’t you Instant Transmission Cell into space? I know we’ve set up beacons for you to use.’

'I panicked. Piccolo had just finished giving me the dressing down of my life about how I was sending my son to die and then Cell was a sore loser and was gonna blow up everyone and King Kai’s place was the furthest place I could think of where no one would get hurt. Besides, the only beacons we had set up at that point were in the lower atmosphere and maybe one on the moon, we were still testing my reach and our ability to make beacons at that point. Hey, ya think if we still had our tails and we went to the moon, we’d turn Oozaru?’

'No, the Blutz waves would be too weak if we were standing on the source. I don’t know what it is about a planet’s atmosphere, but it amplifies the Blutz waves to make them strong enough for us to transform. It’s why we never had to worry about transforming in space and making sure our ships could survive its crew suddenly becoming at least twenty times larger.’

'Huh. I never even thought about that. It’s like our biology wanted us to travel the stars.’

'I guess you could say that. Anything else you wanted to talk about? I’m exhausted from our last mission and was really looking forward to the forced sleep.’

'Oh, no, that’s it. Goodnight my Prince.’

'Goodnight Kakarot.’

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Age 784

'Where are we going?’

'C'mon Geets, you know if I tell you it won’t be a surprise anymore.’

'You know I hate that nickname.’

'You’ve yet to offer a proper one to replace it and before you say it, no: Your Highness and Prince are not proper nicknames if I want to call you something while we’re cuddling. If we’re having sex, they’re fine since I know what they do for your ego, but otherwise no. And besides, we’re almost at our destination.’

'What do you mean we’re almost there, there’s nothing here since Freeza- Moon above you did not Kakarot.’

'Maybe I did.’

'You wished back our planet?’

'And our people. You would not believe the hassle and promises I had to make to everyone in Otherworld from King Yemma to Supreme and Elder Kai. And that’s not even counting actually summoning the dragon without anyone knowing and trying to make their own wishes. I had to fly to the south pole and even then our sons were about halfway there by the time I summoned Shenron. Those poor penguins, they had no idea-’

'Yeah yeah yeah, back to the part where you wished back our entire planet, race and culture without telling me.’

'Well I wanted it to be a surprise. Oh, also I wished for our tails to grow back after a week living on Planet Vegeta. I remember one time you said that having your tail cut off meant you were exiled but at the same time I didn’t want to grow them back before we got there 'cuz you might guess something was up and I didn’t want them to grow back in the middle of you seeing your dad again or something so…’

'You wished our planet, race, culture and tails back. It- I- I didn’t know I wanted this. Kakarot you- I- I can’t thank you enough, you- you’re perfect.’

'Love you too, my Prince, now come on, let’s go meet our future.’

End of Transmissions.
Continuation of Transmissions between King Vegeta IV and King Consort Kakarot are filed under:
“Recorded transmissions between King Vegeta IV and King Consort Kakarot between the Ages 785 and 803 (as told by the King Consort’s log dates after pod is repaired by Royal Scientist and Royal Mother Bulma Briefs).”

*PGR - Post Grand Resurrection
**TMC - Traditional Method of Counting

PiccoNail Oneshot - Both Ways

Author’s Note:-
This is my first PiccoNail fic n_n I never really shipped these two before, but I’ve been reading the fics of @agirlnameded and they’re all so well-written and cute that I wanted to try my own. Since being on tumblr I’m really starting to like this pairing! So, I hope I did a good job. Please leave your feedback and reblog if you like it, thank you :)

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anonymous asked:

⚔👁🖐👂👃💉💊 is it okay if I ask for more than one question, is Piccolo's gore interest has to do with his demonic family line? How does Dende feel about this?

Is Piccolo’s gore interest has to do with his demonic family line? How does Dende feel about this?

Dende: I’m not really surprised Piccolo enjoys it. He’s actually a warrior, so I guess that makes some sense. Besides… It’s not like he’s going around murdering people all the time for fun… So, it’s okay.

Piccolo: I… I don’t think it has anything to do with my idiotic father…at all. Maybe Dende’s right… I don’t know…

⚔- do you prefer to kill with a buddy or alone?

Dende: I don’t kill people…so…

Piccolo: Hmm… I don’t know. I guess… When it’s been a group effort, it’s always been more of a relief to kill them before they go off and destroy everything else…but in that…it can be a bit exciting too. But beating the hell out of someone on your own is quite enjoyable, I find. *smiles*

Dende: *quirks a brow*

👁-what is your favorite gore eyecandy?

Dende: None… Pass…please…

Piccolo: Breaking someone’s limbs and watching them struggle is kind of fun… Especially when they thought everything was going good for them…thinking they were going to…destroy the world… I think ripping through them is by far my favorite, though…

Dende: *cringes* Bleh…

🖐-what is your favorite gore feeling?

Dende: …*sits quietly*…

Piccolo: Is this a textural question? I don’t even know how to answer that… Or did I in the last question?

👂- what is your favorite gore sound? 

Piccolo: I don’t even know how to answer this question either. *laughs*

Dende: Thank goodness…

👃- what smells do you associate with gore besides blood? 

Piccolo: The smell of turkey… I find human flesh…when it’s on fire…it smells like a sweet turkey smell.

Dende: *eyes widen* Thanks… I’ll remember that… I’m never eating turkey again…

Piccolo: *laughs*

💉-how do you feel about medical gore? 

Piccolo: I’m not… I don’t deal with that kind of stuff. So, I don’t know…

Dende: I feel bad when I have to heal people…especially the worst off they are. But, I don’t know… Is that even related to the question?

Piccolo: *shrugs shoulders*

💊-do you like using poison to kill? 

Piccolo: Definitely not… Why would I? I can do it all on my own…

Dende: Again…I don’t kill… So… The answer is no.

That reminds me of that recent article which was basically “stop asking me about my tattoos! everyone asks me about my tattoos!” which is obviously annoying, but sort of a collective action problem?

Like Douglas Adams said about the double bass player, everyone sees him carrying it around and says “I bet you wish you played the piccolo!” and pats themselves on the back for being so funny, without realising that he gets that sort of thing all the time. And yet, people are not normally so reflective as to anticipate the actions of others that well.

I bet you can’t guess what this was about

anonymous asked:

Is there any reason why Goku and Vegeta doesnt want to do team work? I mean, it make sense for Freeza because he is an idiot and it make sense for 17 and 18 because they always fought individually since their debut, but Goku, he team up with Piccolo to fight Raditz and Vegeta team up with Gohan and Krillin to fight the Ginyu Force. My guess in Resurrection F, Toriyama knew that Vegeta and Goku fighting together against Freeza would kill the "tension" so he use their Saiyan pride as an excuse.

Goku will team up when presented with no other choice, sure. But given the opportunity, he’d always rather fight one-on-one. Same for Vegeta. You’ll notice that once he felt he’d ascended in power enough to beat Freeza, Vegeta stopped giving two craps about working with the others and insisted on facing Freeza alone. Goku also initially insisted on facing Vegeta on his own, and later on, with nothing left to lose, insisted on taking on Buu on his own as well.

In this particular case, the gravity of the situation hasn’t sunk in yet. Goku is simply excited to get to fight all these really strong opponents and finally test himself to the fullest extent against the strongest beings in existence. Vegeta is just being Vegeta and arrogantly assuming most all of these warriors are comparative fodder.

anonymous asked:

which one confessed his love first? Was it in the bed room at the first time or before that when you were opening to each other in a conversation? I think it was Dende because Piccolo would've took a long time just to spell the word ''LOVE''

Piccolo: *points to Dende*

Dende: *laughs* That’s a good guess! It was me.

Piccolo: *smiles*

Dende: I pretty much loved him for years, but only as a friend at first. That changed more so when we decided to pair up…especially after we started having children. But, I started telling Piccolo I loved him prior to us being together, though.

Piccolo: Yeah… I was sitting outside one night, by myself, and he came out and sat next to me.

Dende: I was really nervous too, because I had been wanting to tell him for some time… But…

Piccolo: We were just talking about…life… Just…stuff.

Dende: That’s actually the same night we talked about…EVERYTHING. He opened up about a lot of things…both of us really…

Piccolo: Pff… I don’t want to get into it…

Dende: Piccolo, however…Well…he didn’t say “I love you” until AFTER our first child hatched!

Piccolo: *laughs out loud*

Dende: But I knew he loved me! At least I was hoping… *is joking and laughs*

Piccolo: *still laughing* I’m sorry…

Dende: It’s okay… I know you were shy. *rubs Piccolo’s back*

Piccolo: *shakes head and laughs again* Shut up…

So your mod finally did it.

I BOUGHT SOME UGLY MERCH. Specifically, that magical classic… Unpainted Crotch Goku!

I decided a proper product review and unboxing post was in order, so let’s go!

Box: pretty cool actually! We’ve got pictures of people beating each other up, a handy guide to identifying the Ginyu Force members for some reason, a diagram of Goku power walking, and the same picture of Piccolo three times. No really, look:

…it’s the same Piccolo on the top, front, and bottom of the box. Okay then. Too many of the same Piccolo is better than no Piccolo at all, so we’ll move on and actually liberate Buns Crotchku from his box.

For someone who looks like he’s got his bits danglin’ in the wind, he seems pretty stoic about it! His crotch isn’t the only paint error, check out his unpainted joints, wrist thingies, and lack of boot details. I guess they put all the budget into duplicating that one picture of Piccolo and none of it into the paint job.

Of course, the big question is: can he pose?

I’m pleased to report that yes, yes he can. What use is an action figure if you can’t put him in a ‘peeing dog’ position, for example? Well, our pal Grossku definitely delivers there! However, his leg posability is limited by the knee fabric plastic molding, and his joints feel pretty loose.

Final opinion? The best money I ever spent.

He’s our new blog mascot! Get ready for occasional posts of his lame adventures!

anonymous asked:

If you guys had to have a threesome with someone or go swinging with another couple (like for some reason you had to??), who would you pick and why? You have to pick canon characters, dead or alive. And no alternate versions of each other!

Piccolo: *arches a brow* Is…is this a real question?

Dende: I don’t have to answer this question…do I?

Piccolo: *laughs and reads part of the question* If there was a reason I had to? …What kind of situation would it be?…

Dende: You’re not really going to answer the question…are you?

Piccolo: *giggles* It’s not like I fantasize about this person…but…it’s still an answer…

Dende: For heaven’s sake…

Piccolo: So… I guess if I was forced to pick someone… *cringes* If I was trapped in a room and someone said…you two have to get at it or that’s it…

Dende: *shakes head*

Piccolo: I guess…ugh…I’d pick…I’d pick Gohan…*cringes again*

Dende: Oh my gosh… You’d pick no one! Stop lying…

Piccolo: No… I’m serious… I’d tell him to not talk, I wouldn’t want to see his face, or anything… I’d be like…let’s just get this over with…

Dende: You’re so…full of it…

Piccolo: That’s who you’d pick too, isn’t it?

Dende: *sighs*

Piccolo: I knew it!