So before Toei makes or breaks this, here'smy take on Vegeta’s worry over baby Bra.
Not even the aches of a vigorous workout could satiate his worry.
Vegeta huffed as he dropped to his knees, sweat creating a pool between his fingers firmly planted on the ground. He had overworked himself again, trying to alleviate his unease the best way he knew how.
It still wasn’t enough.
He couldn’t turn off the thoughts that raced through his brain. Once upon a time, he was able to block out his conscience, silencing the voices by way of purge and inducing fear, getting lost in the madness that was Frieza’s army.
But he didn’t have that luxury now. And they screamed at him relentlessly, forcing him to cover his ear with his palms, hoping to regain his sanity.
‘What if you fail for good this time? What if she hates you because of your past? When the time comes, can she separate Vegeta the father from Vegeta the sinner?’
They paralyzed him; creating a heavy weight that threatened to burst the vessels of his stomach open. He was already a father, and even though he was anything but parental in the beginning of Trunks life, his son was happy and healthy and strong.
But that was Trunks. A boy Vegeta had the luxury of meeting before the babe even drew his first breath. He was able to see his strengths and weaknesses, get an idea of his personality, a perfect combination of wit and pride.
But she was different, she was new. She was the magnifying glass on the person he had grown to be all these years later. She wasn’t going to arrive in the midst of battle; her father wasn’t lost in his own selfish vices of becoming the strongest in the universe. He hoped she wouldn’t know the taste of battle, he prayed to Dende that her skin never became scarred with battle wounds outside of childhood scrapes. He wanted something different for her. If Trunks was his physical form of everything he pride himself in as a Saiyan, she was everything he wanted to become in a man.
In a father.
It scared him shitless.
He rose to his feet, wobbling from exhaustion, and turned off the simulated gravity. He felt relief wash over him as the chamber returned to normal gravity levels, his muscles singing in victory as they relaxed.
His stomach yelled at him vigorously, betraying the plea of isolation from his anxieties. A quick lunch couldn’t hurt, followed by a shower. And then back to the gravity room to work out his pent up aggressions.
He hadn’t seen Bulma really, other than to check on her swelling belly and deal with her hunger cravings. He didn’t know what to say to her. The day she announced that she was pregnant, he simply nodded and went to train. He may have become a good man, something he still struggled with, but he was still Vegeta. And Vegeta did not feel comfortable expressing his inner most thoughts.
And those thoughts were currently a tornado of happiness and fear, patronizing him completely until he was nothing more than a flame haired mess of emotions.
He made his way to the compound, the sun beating against his sweat slickened back, and let his mouth water to the promise of left over steak that had been cooked the night prior.
And he just about blew the whole damn place up when he saw the meat being devoured by the third class.
“Vegeta!” Goku announced, juices from the steak pooling around the indents of his mouth, “Bulma said you were trainin’ pretty intensely, I didn’t think I’d see you this early.”
Vegeta scoffed and crossed his arms. Bulma sat across from Goku, smiling at him with that hypnotizing grin of hers, the same one that led him to being a father twice now, and he relaxed the tense lines of his jaw. She was glowing, bathing in the pregnancy glow that radiated around her as she massaged her massive stomach. Had she been so ethereal when she was pregnant with Trunks? The Vegeta of yesteryear was too busy trying to ascend to pay attention, but this Vegeta noticed and he mentally declared her to be the most beautiful he had ever seen her.
“Why are you here, Kakarot? ” Vegeta tore his eyes away from the sun that called itself his wife and glared at the messy haired Saiyan. “And why are you eating my food?”
“I came here to see if you wanted to train with me and Whis, ” Goku replied, his mouth barely functioning around the food that stuffed his mouth. Vegeta grimaced. In all of the years of knowing him, he hadn’t changed his immature habits. Vegeta wasn’t sure he even minded as much, at least he could say that he was more mature in that aspect.
Vegeta looked over at Bulma, running his eyes down her plump frame. He shook his head immediately, gaining a raised eyebrow from his wife. “Now isn’t a good time for that, if you haven’t noticed.”
“Well I was goin’ to ask you, but that was before I noticed Bulma’s condition. I can’t believe you’re havin’ another baby,” Goku leaned back in his chair, resting his hands behind his head, and whistled. “You sure have come a long way, Vegeta. Willingly havin’ another baby like that.”
“I don’t need you tell me that.”
“It’s interestin’,” Goku continued, his eyes innocently locking with Vegeta’s, “I was dead for so long before I found out about Goten, but we just clicked right away. Now you get to have a whole baby while you’re livin’. And you’re the strongest you’ve ever been while everythin’s peaceful. This new generation of kids are spoiled,” Goku laughed, wiping the corners of his mouth, “Gohan barely made it four before he ran into problems.”
“She won’t know any problems,” he retorted sharply, “not with me as her father and her brother as her protector.”
Bulma smiled radiantly, listening to her husband declare an unofficial promise to their daughter. Even she would be left in awe at the man Vegeta had grown to be. His dedication and strength had always enticed her, and it seemed like now he was using it for the greater good. Watching how he treated Trunks, both of them, had eased any doubts in her mind that he struggled as a father. He was good and she was grateful.
And she knew her little girl would love her father with the same admiration of her purple haired son.
“Well, thanks for lunch Bulma,” Goku stood, stretching and rubbing his stomach with delight, “it was pretty tasty. And Vegeta, maybe you and me can get some sparrin’ in after the baby comes? Maybe you and me can train her and Pan to be some strong Saiyan ladies.”
Vegeta smirked. Now there was a plan. “Better for you and I to do it. If it was up to Pan’s father, she’ll be in her twenties before she even ascends.”
“He he, ” Goku rubbed the back of his head and smiled, “ Gohan will get it together. I got faith in the guy. Speaking of which… ” Goku’s eyes narrowed in concentration, and then he pressed to fingers to his forehead before he vanished. Bulma shook her head.
“That guy. He still doesn’t know how to properly exit a room.” She ran her eyes over her husband, his delicious muscles bulging in his spandex suit. His face settled on the tiles of the kitchen floor, and Bulma stood to walk to him. He didn’t need to say anything for her to understand what was going on. He was nervous and anxious and wouldn’t tell her, couldn’t tell her. She let him train away his insecurities, hoping that he would be more at ease by the time the Princess of Capsule Corps arrived.
“I’m surprised you didn’t want to go train with Goku and Whis,” she said warmly, placing a hand on his shoulder, “that’s not the Vegeta I know.”
The Vegeta she knows. He grit his teeth as he marinated on that statement. Of his family member so far, his son and soon to be daughter had not witnessed the man that he kept in the back of his mental closet. But she had. She watched as he ordered the killing of her boyfriend, experienced terror with him, and because of him, on Namek. She had slept with him, for reasons he still didn’t understand, and put up with his dismissal of she and their child, welcoming him back when he came home with his phantom tail between his legs.
Perhaps his daughter wasn’t the only one he needed to prove anything to.
“Hey,” she squeezed his shoulder, voice honeyed, “whatever it is you’re thinking about, just stop it.”
“It’s none of your concern.”
She watched his eyes dance over something disheartening and frowned. She had seen many of her friends go on with their lives despite their evil deeds, turning everything around for the sake of love, family and friendship. Did he not deserve the same? Did she not convey how much he was forgiven? Was Trunks not enough?
Perhaps, she decided, but maybe he needed a push.
She grabbed his hand, relishing in the fact that he did not snatch it back, and placed over her stomach. Vegeta immediately looked down at her gesture, her fingers intertwining with his.
“Hello baby, ” Bulma spoke to their child, “ this is your mama and your papa. Do you feel that? Papa’s hand right above your heartbeat? Do you feel how strong and protective his hand is? Because I do, princess, and I can tell you that you are in great hands. Your parents and your brother can’t wait to meet you, especially your papa. He’s so excited. ” She winked at his blushing face and continued. “Go easy on your papa, okay? He doesn’t know how us Brief women really are, your mama only gave him a taste. But your papa will protect you and love you, just like he’s done for me and your brother. We owe him so much, you know,” she looked up at him and smiled, but his face was still studying the smoothness of her belly.
Their hands jerked and finally his eyes bore into hers, wild with astonishment.
“Was that…? ”
“It was!” Bulma squeezed his fingers, pressing them gently into her skin as it moved around again. She heard Vegeta suck in a quick breath of air.
“Is everything…? ”
“ She’s kicking, hun,” she responded eagerly, easing his premature worry, “she’s saying hello and she hears us.” She reached up then and grabbed his face, lightly caressing his cheek. She ran her thumb over his bottom lip before replacing it with her mouth, lightly pecking it. “And most importantly she’s saying everything will be all right, papa. Your hands must feel comforting to her.”
Vegeta looked back down at the swollen belly. Was that true? Had his daughter really tried to convey that, or was Bulma reaching? The stomach kicked again under his palm, and he set his mouth into a tight line.
He wasn’t sure if he would be the father she needed or wanted. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to make her proud of him, or if he would royally screw things up.
But he was certain of one key thing.
These hands, these calloused hands that had seen too much, done too much, would protect her. He would spend every breath he had making sure his princess was safe.
shinji “wakame” matou caused the entirety of fate/series to happen by being too lazy to clean up the archery dojo way at the start of fsn. we owe so much to him and it’s about time we all start showing a little gratitude for everything he’s done for us
Ramin Djawadi also did the main theme for Pacific Rim, and it sounds so much like his IM1 theme that I added it to my play list.
T B H WE OWE HIM SO MUCH…watching pacrim i was like “okay so these giant robots are making me think of tony, but also?? this sounds?? like my son???? was tony stark involved in the making of this movie” his music is. so good. it’s so good he has such a good aesthetic going on we Owe Him So Much
I laugh as I toss my phone onto my bed and jump up, quickly gathering my items to head over to Joe’s. He was filming a PO box opening, because a lot of his fans had been asking for one, and his box had been filling up lately.
But the lazy bugger has now texted me asking me to come over and help him clean up, because he didn’t want to do it alone.
Although the promise of free food, especially cooked by Joe, was too promising.
So fifteen minutes later, I let myself into his flat, calling out as I walk down the hall.
“Where are you? I still cannot bel-“ I stop mid sentence, eyes widening at the mess splayed around him. “What the hell.”
“Erm, yeah.” Joe rubs the back of his neck, looking up at me with a sheepish grin on his face. “This is why I asked you to come help.”
“You were meant to be opening your PO Box. Not destroying your flat!”
“I didn’t destroy my flat. I just opened a few things…”
“Joe, you can’t even see your leg’s right now.”
“Can you hit the button to stop recording?” He asks, changing the topic quickly. I roll my eyes, but step carefully around the many items on the floor to hit the button on the camera.
I scan the room quickly, assessing the damage done. There’s wrapping and tissue paper everywhere, various envelopes tossed around, gifts and letters placed into different piles, along with boxes here and here. I shake my head as Joe stands, waving his arm as a piece of tape sticks to him.
“You are such a dork.” I laugh, stepping over quickly and grabbing the tape, pulling it off of him.
“Thanks. Now..where do we start?”
“You owe me so much more than dinner, Sugg.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He flips a hand towards me, before bending down to pick up an empty box.
We fall into a simple rhythm, cleaning up the garbage and shuffling over the gifts and letters. When we can finally see the floor again, and all the garbage and boxes is gathered by the door, we take a seat and begin to sort through the gifts he was sent.
“Awe, these are so cute.” I comment, flipping through a book of letters made by fans.
“They get so creative.” Joe holds up a drawing, awe evident on his face.
“They do it for you, because of you.” I shrug, moving the book into one of our many piles.
He hums in agreement, placing the drawing down carefully on the table with the others.
“They were asking about you the other day.”
“The fans.” I lift my head to blink at him.
“During my livestream. They were wondering where you were. Apparently you haven’t been seen around me lately, and that’s odd.” He explains, tossing a bag of sweets into our junk food pile.
“Well, that is odd. For us. But we’ve just both been busy.”
“I told them that.”
“And they said we should make more time for each other.” Joe laughs, and I can’t help but agree.
“I do miss you.” His face softens at my words, and he shifts a couple presents out of the way so he can shuffle over to wrap an arm around me. We give up on the sorting for a moment to lean back on the couch.
“I miss you too.”
I feel my heart begin to race. We keep having these little moments, where we act almost like a couple, despite us only being friends. Although my heart and mind always hopes for more.
“Maybe you should listen to your fans more.” I mumble, tilting my head back to look at him.
“Maybe I should…especially on some things.”
“What things are those?” My eyes flutter close as Joe’s face moves closer, and I can feel his breath on my lips.
“That I should kiss you.” He tells me, before doing just that.
When we pull apart, I smile up at him.
“I think you’ve repaid me for helping you clean up.”
He lets out a laugh, “Well, maybe just one more time, to be sure.”
It takes us a while to get back to sorting through his gifts, because we found a better use of our time.
“Who do we think we are to tell other nations how they have to live their life’s.” Helmut Schmidt ( 1918 - 2015 )
I cant believe he’s gone. He was one of the brightest heads within political ranges worldwide. We owe him so much. Germany and Europe alike. That guy was one of the few politicians who chose morals over image and money any time, always a cool head and some solutions at hands. He worked his butt off for hours and hours to come and stayed humble throughout the decades. I can’t even imagine how german politics will look like without him. Rest in Peace, Schmidt Schnauze.
“Freddie will have been dead for 20 years in November. I was staggered because it doesn’t seem possible that all that time has passed and I still miss him. He was my best friend, my best man. We shared so much and I owe so much to him.”
-Roger Taylor in may 2011.
Here’s the thing. You all are going around bitching about Sophie and Ben and saying she’s the devil and he’s attached to this marriage and he’s not the same and shit.
Now, my question is… DOES ANY OF YOU DUMB BITCHES KNOW THEM? Not like you met them once at setlock or in the street or shit. Like, ACTUALLY KNOW THEM. Have you ever had lunch with any of them? Or partied with them?
I’m sure you don’t. Then you know what? SHUT THE FUCK UP. YOU CANT GOING AROUND SAYING SHIT ABOUT THEIR PRIVATES LIVES. Because, I’ve read the most stupid things about them both. I’VE EVEN READ THAT BENEDICT IS WAITING FOR THE BABY TO BE BORN BECAUSE HE THINKS HE’LL FALL IN LOVE WITH SOPHIE AFTER THAT HAPPENS. I MEAN, HAS HE TOLD YOU THAT? NO? THEN SHUT UP.
They have known each other for yeeeears now. Benedict is not a stupid guy. For fuck’s sake, he’s a GROWN UP! HE’S FUCKING 38 YEARS OLD. HE KNOWS HOW TO PICK UP A CHICK. And if she was a bad person, he would had stopped talking to her the minute they stopped working together.
Listen, I get you all are protective over Ben. So do I. I’m not going to deny that maybe they got married to soon but I’m not going to say that he doesn’t love her. He clearly showed that at the BAFTAs. And Sophie did too! The way they look at each other is wonderful. It’s pure love.
Now, the thing that he doesn’t look happy. Let’s make a recount. He was filming Sherlock, he has been going to LA like a thousand times these two months (which involves jetlag), all the wedding preparations. I mean, HOW THE FUCK IS HE NOT GOING TO BE TIRED AS FUCK? I MEAN, HE’S A HUMAN BEING.
The saddest part of this is that all of you are turning his back on him now. YES, YOU ARE. Because if you actually cared, you wouldnt being saying all this hurtful things. We are basically becoming what the media thought we were. I mean, remember when we all wanted Benedict to have a family because he deeply wanted that and now he’s going to do it, you say fucked up shit about him? Why? Because he didnt started a family with you? Sweethearts, you never had a chance. Most of you are teenagers and he would never put eyes on you. I am telling you this because I am teeanger and I know I’ll never have a chance with him but I don’t really care about it. I get over it. There are more important things in life than a heartthrob.
The thing is they are both grown ups. They can make the choices they want. They can make mistakes and deal with them. They dont need anyone to be behind their backs making sure they are okay. And if it was the case, they have both their families and friends to take care of them. People who actually know them. So, stop fucking around their lives and saying shit. Because, if you think you are doing this because you care about Benedict and you want him to be happy, believe me you are not. This only makes things even worse.
I am saying this because I deeply care about him. It broke my heart a little when he got engaged but I’m happy for him because he’s happy. And if he’s happy, then I am happy.
We should all be happy for our boy. He has come so far not just as an actor but as a human being. And we all owe him so much and this is how we are thanking him? I don’t think so.
I can't really express how much steve means to me right now and how important he must be to louis but I am so happy he is there for louis right now you know ?
I know anon, I’m sure we all feel that way. Knowing that Steve is there to support Louis, being there not only as a creative partner but as a friend is so important and comforting. He knows the real Louis. He knows what he has been through. He probably knows all about the stunts and have been thoroughly informed about what questions he might get during the interviews so that he can be prepared too. He probably knows when Louis needs a hug or some comforting words or when he needs a distraction or a silly dance. To me, Steve is there for Louis in the same way the boys were during the 1D promo seasons. Being a shoulder to cry on when things get rough, someone to bounce ideas back and forth with, someone to have a laugh with or get drunk with if needed. They are a team now and I am so grateful Louis has Steve in his life right now. Steve is a keeper and I think this fandom has went above and beyond to prove that to him. We owe Steve so much <3
RIP to this wonderful man. There are no words to express what I am feeling right now. He knew how much I loved his movies and I can never thank him enough for his time. This is all too much. He was such an inspiration and I owe him so much. Wes, you will be so missed.
Sasuke telling his family's grave about marrying sakura
Sasuke found himself tripping on his own two feet as he made his
way to the Uchiha cemetery. It has been years since he has last visited his
family and he can’t help but feel guilty about it.
He loves his family, and his past actions (despite their dark
intentions) should be enough proof. He knows he hasn’t visited them as much as
he should have, they deserved better.
As the graves of all his past loved ones came into view his heart
started beating erratically. The ex-avenger fingered the box in his vest as he
stood in front of his beloved mother, father, and newly buried brother. Sasuke
took a deep breath as he placed branches of cherry blossoms on their graves,
not quite sure how to tell them the news.
Sasuke knows they have the right to know. After all it changes
their beloved family dynamic. “It’s me, Sasuke…your son and brother.” He
started, continuing to play with the square box in his pocket.
“I know I rarely come to see you all, but I want to tell you three
about my life and some of the people in it. I am bad with words. Forgive me.
I have done bad things. Things I regret. Now I see that I was
wrong. I have killed, injured, and destroyed but now for the first time since
you all left me I can clearly see the light. I have no words to justify my
actions, but I am here to tell you I am trying my best to become better…to
I should start by telling you about team 7 and
my days in the academy. I graduated the academy at the top of my class to retain
the honor of our clan. I wanted to make you all proud…especially you father.
Because of my rank I was put in team seven, a squad with a knucklehead and an
annoying girl. I was mortified. At the time I thought I would waste my
potential working with idiots.
Kakashi Hatake, the copy ninja, was my mentor and the leader of
team 7. He taught me lightning jutsu as well as helped me train my sharingan. I
want you to know I have trained hard because of him, and for this I owe him a
great deal. He is not an easy teacher, like you father, and for that I am
grateful. I would not have become the ninja I am today without his support. To
this day he still aids me with large decisions and missions. I see him as my
adoptive father I suppose.
Then there is Naruto Uzumaki, a real idiot. He was foolish and
irrational. It was pure torture trying to work with him everyday. When you were
all alive I suppose I was more social, but that changed drastically when you
all… died. I struggled to let people in; so working with Naruto was a
challenge. He was my friend, best friend, and I couldn’t accept that at the
time. We were rivals and we competed with everything. It was stupid now that I
think about it.
Naruto was the only person who understood my pain. He was the only
person who understood me in any sense really, and I hated that.
When I decided to start my path as an avenger he was the only
person who could reach me. Naruto saved me in a way; he truly supported me
through thick and thin. We are brothers by fate…I owe him so much. He taught
me how to be a true hero. Naruto is the strongest man I have ever encountered and
my best friend, I am severely lucky he shed his light on me.”
Sasuke stopped for a moment to give his family a few seconds to
adjust. He can imagine his mother playfully pestering him about something
annoying, his father nodding his head with a strict frown, and his nii-san
smiling as he pokes his forehead.
Sasuke’s daydream broke when he looked at the graves and realized
there is in fact no one there except the tombstones engraved with his past
family’s names. He felt his heartache, it felt so real, but he decided to
continue with his speech.
“Lastly there is Sakura Haruno who is the only female member of
team 7. She is annoying. In fact, she is the most annoying person I have ever
During the academy she had a crush on me, a lot of girls did, so
when I realized she was on my team I knew she was going to be a nuisance. It
would be ‘Sasuke-kun this’ and ‘Sasuke-kun that’. It took me some time to get
used to her presence. When we were genin she would follow me around everywhere
to get my attention. It was distracting from my training and I hated it.
When we were on the original team 7 her presence gradually grew on
me. It came to the point where I would be worried if she left me or I couldn’t
see her. I had such an extreme need to protect her, and at the time I couldn’t
comprehend why. She grew to love me…and I grew to need her.
When we were young she wasn’t necessarily strong but she had potential.
She wasted all her potential on me when she should have spent her time training
or learning a new jutsu. Sakura is very smart, smarter than me, and I knew she
could do more than simply fuss over anyone or me.
Unlike her I valued physical power instead of emotional strength.
It took me almost 7 years to finally realize she valued something far more dear
and true than I did. During my revenge I fell apart, weak from failure and
destruction, while she grew strong out of love and ambition. Yes, I may be a
slightly keener ninja, but she is mentally stronger than me
She is a sweet girl, she reminds me a bit of you mother, but she
is her own complete being. It took me too long to realize that. She is one of
the greatest women on this earth, perhaps one of the greatest ninja too, and
everyone adores her. She is the best medical ninja of our time and she
dedicates herself to saving everyone no matter the situation. She is selfless
and kind. It is almost impossible not to be impressed by the love she gives.
But yet she is fiery, her temper matches one of an Uchiha…” Sasuke
paused and gave a very small smile.
“Which I suppose is why I am here…I wish to marry Sakura Haruno…I
wish you were all alive to meet her and help me bring her into this clan.”
Sasuke looked at the tombstones hoping somehow his family has
heard him. He wants them to be proud and accept the new member of their little
family with love and happiness.
“Sakura will not disappoint you. You will all love her; she will make
you all proud. The Uchiha clan deserves some light, and I know she is the
perfect person to do so. I will teach her what it means to wear our crest, use
our jutsu, and hopefully give birth to our children.
I…I love her, and she has never left me through the darkness.
She makes me happy and I want to do the same. I want her to meet you all after
I propose. She will make us all happy. Sakura Haruno will fix us…I strongly
Sasuke gave his family one last look as he began to walk away. He
knows they heard him and are watching him return to his future wife. A weight
has been lifted. Sasuke knows his mother is crying tears of joy, his father is
sporting his rare smile, and his brother is joking around about some adult
thing to do with marriage.
Thanks to Sakura Haruno, no future Sakura Uchiha, the Uchiha clan
will be revived and happy again, and for that all those spirits around the
tombstones are so thankful.
AN: No lie I cried when I was writing this. I know in my heart
Sasuke had to tell the graves of his loved ones about Sakura. This was an
amazing prompt. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!