Indie. Selective. Multi characters blog with Kefla from DRAGON BALL SUPER as the main muse. Written by Val.
Reblog are appreciated.
I don’t know when I’ll feel like being on Tumblr or feel like writing in general. If you want to go, go ahead. I’m not the best at making our characters interact.
There is a complete manual on how to transform into a super saiyan. It was created from ancient writing left behind by one of the previous generations. Thanks to this discovery, the following generations were able to learn how to transform into a super saiyan. They added every discovery they made about this incredible transformation to the information they already had. However, they are not aware of the existence of transformation 2 and 3. These are not necessary transformations for them because their super saiyan 1 gives them more power than even the famous super saiyan 4 while requiring a small amount of energy to use.
It’s been difficult to build enthusiasm and the mood to write. I’m sorry, team.
Send 😶 + a really uncomfortable question and my muse has to answer it
Azura looked concerned at him about his reaction, he came off as mad about something in her eyes. She puffs up her cheeks as she watches him eat without so much as a thank you to be polite.
Who pissed in his cereal? Not even a thank you and he's mad about something.
She thinks to herself before brushing her bangs out of her face, she has he left eye closed. She knew there wasn't an actual eye there, just one made of magic and shadow that she could see out of. However, overuse could cause strain at time and make the socket sore so every so often she let it rest.
She would watch him eat for a few moments before going back and multi-tasking with her own breakfast and cleaning up. Only making what could simply be deemed as a light snack for her race considering the size of the women and men of said race. Once the coffee was done she would make her cup wity a bit if sugar and cream, then pour a large cup for him as well, leaving it black since she didn't know how he takes it. After giving it to him she stands straight with her arm across her chest and speaks.
"Listen, I don't know if what I said got you in a pissy mood or if it's just your constant resting bitch face, but you don't need to start acting a guy who's sexualy frustrated from lack of pussy."
She says before turning around to grab her own breakfast and coffee, speaking as she went.
"I've learned to see by feeling thing over the times both my eyes have been out of commission, I don't necessarily need to look at something to tell if it's pretty or not. Now if you excuse me, I'll be eating in the living room so your bad mood doesn't rub off on me. Last thing Venniinkah needs is for me to be in a bad mood when we sparr later today."
With that, she takes her breakfast and coffee and leaves the kitchen, sitting down on the living room couch and placing her cup on a coaster on the table before eating her food. Admiring the necklace now that she can properly look at it, it was definitely pretty.
Though the saiyans phone would go off.
[Riisovaak has sent a message]
[Riisovaak]- Hey, managed to convince Lokaavkrii to give you access to the army personnel files of her branch. Figured it would give you so reading material if you're ever bored. Though there are things still blocked from viewing for obvious reasons.
If there’s one thing he absolutely hates, it’s people disrespecting his person, whoever that may be. He wasn’t in a bad mood, but now he certainly is because of what she said. He pushes the plate of food away and looks at the cup of warm coffee. He takes it and walks over to the woman in the living room and stops in front of her. The black coffee is poured over her head.
— Who do you think you are to talk to me in that tone? I’ve never disrespected you so you better not think you can disrespect me whenever you want.
He then drops the empty cup on the floor and checks his phone to read the message sent by Riisovaak. Now, he has access to the personnel files of Lokaavkrii’s army on top of having access to the files of Riisovaak’s army. It seems to put him in a better mood after the stunt she tried to pull on him.
He puts his phone away and puts a hand on his hip waiting for an answer. He doesn’t regret or apologize for what he just did to her. He is not the type to back down from any conflict. He will send a reply to Riisovaak after he deals with whatever her problem is.
The sudden placement of the necklace around her neck made her flinch slightly, it was unexpected and she didn't even realize she was thinking aloud. After hearing his words her hand goes up and grasps the pendent, it feels smoth in her hand, she could feel his name inscribed on it was well.
"This is for me? It's really pretty, thank you Kefla."
She says even though she hasn't actually looked at it. Did he think he wasn't enough? What did she even say again? Something about feeling aloneness probably.
"Was I thinking aloud again? I apologize for that. I'm used to living alone more often then not nowadays so I tend to speak to myself and forget that there are other people here."
With that she scoops up the big fluffy pancakes in the pans and puts them on the already large stack of 20 fluffy pancakes. Scooping up the bacon and maple sausages as well and putting them on the plate as well before turning around and handing it to him.
"Yer beakfast is ready love, I still have plenty to make so if your still hungry I can make more. Coffees almost ready as well."
It looks like she's put a two whole package of bacon and maple sausages on his plate for him to eat.
A black eyebrow rises at the answer she gives without looking at the necklace with the pendant. A proof of his confusion, but it doesn’t stay for long. Now he knows he can give her anything and she will say she loves it without even looking. He won’t give her any more gifts if that’s the case. He confirms with a nod that the gift is for her. It wouldn’t be around her neck if it was for someone else.
He remains silent when she explains why she said what she said. She doesn’t even remember, which is strange. She is used to living alone for a long time, it seems. It’s possible that even after a few months, she still does this thing where she thinks she’s alone when in reality she is not.
Black painted nails smash against the skin of his right arm one by one before he decides to turn around and sit around the table in silence. He doesn’t say anything because there is nothing to say, he eats in silence and never looks up from his plate. He does not know what to say to her. Her behavior is erratic, it is hard to keep with.
What is real and not, what is the truth and a lie. She is hard to comprehend and read. He cannot get a read on her because she is random. Perhaps, he should stop trying to understand who she is and just roll with it from now on.
The idea displeases him, so it becomes something that will be used if nothing changes in her person. There is no reason not to wait and see who she becomes after a few months. From now on, he is going to ignore what she will say when she will forget that she is not alone in a near future.
He straightens up when she retreats from his legs and with a nod of his head, he watches her walk until he can’t see her anymore. He can’t help but wonder why she stayed with that jerk of a husband for so long. It is possible that without his arrival, she would have stayed with him longer. Well, that’s not relevant, and he doesn’t want to know why she stayed with him so long either. His back rests against the couch, then he lifts his head towards the ceiling wanting to know more about the other.
What was your background that caused you to become like this?
He closes his eyes and shakes his head, with enough time he will discover more about her. No need to be impatient. What he knows about her is that she had already been thinking of separating from him for a while. She had stayed, probably because they had children and were a family. He comes out of his thoughts when he hears the other walking near him. He opens his eyes and takes the time to look at her.
She dresses well.
— No chance, you are interesting. I want to know everything you’ll let me know about you.
He stands up and walks towards her with a satisfied smile. He had noticed the ring around her finger as she had promised.
— Let’s go, I’ll be right behind you.
On that note, it is possible for a saiyan on his/her own to come to someone they are attracted with. With the purpose of having sex and therefore a one-night stand. But, the point is still that they either have to feel love or a strong physical attraction.
My race of saiyan is not actually easy to get a one-night stand with. Well, actually, it’s impossible to get a one-night stand with one unless they are currently experiencing the effect of being close to their month of mating or actually being in their month of mating. The only way for a saiyan to feel inclined to have sex with someone on a basis is if someone has made the saiyan fall in love with them.
— The funnest and most memorable? He wonders as he closes his eyes and crosses his arms while he thinks. That would be my fight against the prince. It was not particularly difficult, but it was fun to break one of his legs.
But this form, ultra ego or so. It certainly was something tricky to deal with. The complete opposite of ultra-instinct, but with a major weakness. If your foe packs a lot of strength, you’re going to collapse regardless of how sturdy your body is.
— Guess it’s my turn to ask something. What are you most proud of about yourself?
With what he knows about her. She is probably going to say that she is proud of her body or her kids. Perhaps, there is more, but he lacks knowledge about her so far. She could even say that she is proud of her cooking. He will have to wait and see.