En Realidad No Necesito Mucho En Mi Vida, Pero Ellos, Sólo Ellos, Amándose De Manera Calmada Y Con

Simplemente maravilloso, se me ha encogido el corazón.♥️

Made myself sad because I imagined Yoichi and Kudo meeting again inside One For All.

Yoichi had been dead for a little while, yet unable to fully pass on as his soul echo lived on inside the Quirk. He was lonely again, trapped all by himself in another dark room because of his brother.

Suddenly, a blue light filled the room, so bright that he could scarcely look at it. It settled, slowly, and when he could finally open his eyes they instantly filled with tears.

Kudo. His savior. His beloved. Had he come to pull Yoichi out again? Could they be free together, under the sun again?

In his heart, Yoichi knew that couldn't be true, but he still had hope. Kudo always gave him hope.

His beloved had a sad smile on his face as Yoichi stumbled forward, pulling him into a tight embrace.

He was warm to the touch, just like the last time they'd held each other as Yoichi bled out. But there was no heartbeat, steady and sure. Not anymore.

Yoichi gasped, sobbed, clung to Kudo as the other man's arms finally encircled him again.

"Shhh, shhh, it's okay," Kudo said, running his fingers through Yoichi's long, white hair.

"No, it's not," Yoichi muttered, his voice nearly cracking on every syllable, "You look the same. Exactly the same. How long?"

Kudo did not require further elaboration. He sighed.

"A couple of months."

"This is my fault," Yoichi said bitterly, "If I hadn't... if I'd stayed in that room..."

"Self-martyring idiot," Kudo murmured, "He was always going to kill me. I scared the fuck out of him, you know."

Yoichi chuckled.

"I know. Still..."

"It's stupid to think of the what-ifs. I passed the power on to our friend, and he got away. I'm satisfied."

"Our friend is all alone, facing that monster, and we can't do anything," Yoichi said, "How can you be satisfied?"

"I have to be," Kudo replied simply, "What else is there? I'm mad as hell that he killed me and I can't fight him anymore, but at least I get to see you again, and hold you again." He tilted Yoichi's chin up with his finger and gently pressed their lips together. "And do that again too."

Despite himself, Yoichi smiled.

"I missed you."

"Same here. And our friend is strong and smart, so I think he'll be able to stay away for a long time. As for us, I think we deserve to rest for a bit, don't you think? Your brother can't touch us here."

A sickening feeling crept into Yoichi's gut just then.

"My body... what happened to it?" he asked quietly. Kudo stiffened, then tightened their embrace.

"Burned to ashes with my own hands," he replied, the choke in his voice audible, "I built the pyre, laid your body on it, lit the flame, and stood watch for hours until it was done. Until there was nothing left but ash to blow away in the wind."

"Kudo..." Yoichi started, reaching up for his lover's face.

"Our first time together, you told me about your brother's perversions," Kudo cut him off, pained and angry, "I couldn't let him touch you again, even if you were gone and only a corpse was left. You hear me? I couldn't let him!"

Yoichi brushed away a few tears with his slender hands as he gently forced Kudo to meet his eyes. Kudo had saved him, over and over, even when this last act of love had clearly broken his heart to carry out.

"Kudo, my love, thank you," he whispered, before he pulled his savior down into another slow kiss.

Do you think child AFO didn’t understand the permanence of death because the people he killed would (usually, if he stole their quirks) continue to exist as vestiges in his mind. And when he killed Yoichi, he didn’t expect himself to mourn because he was so used to having a stronger, more forced connection with people after death. It just didn’t occur to him that he wanted more than to make Yoichi submit to him (submission being. death.), he wanted Yoichi to live and be attached to him forever

Dude, I have too many unpublished DBZ sketches.

Some are already two or three years old.

Newly discovered appreciation for Dragon Ball characters during rewatching and rereading, today's edition: Bulma.

Found a feral little boy in the woods, built a radar to find mysterious divine artifacts as a teenager, changed the world in the process, learned a foreign language within a week to fly a spaceship to another planet, looked at the objectively worst man in the universe, asked "is anyone going to fuck him?" and didn't wait for an answer. Ten years later he's her trophy husband. A malewife. Congratulations Bulma, you took a murderous genocidal maniac and made him your little bitch. Look at him. He's into it.

Nobody does it like her.

I imagined living together in Goku's house after Raditz became good. Chichi is worried, but Raditz will be sincere because he was a soldier...

JAJAJA, AY, QUE LINDO Y TONTO.

3rd: yoichi what's wrong?

*yoichi sobbing and crying violently on the couch*

3rd: yo- YOICH- *sigh* leader what happened?

2nd: he asked me if I would still love him if he was an ant, I said no now he thinks I want a divorce😐

My cousin has 3 year old twins. Sometimes I just look at how they are/interact and wonder how the hell afo & Yoichi survived 💀

HIGHSCHOOL AU !!

Vegeta: Trunks, get back her- DON'T YOU RUN FROM ME! Stop pulling my hair! That is not food! Get down from there this instant! No! Don't you destroy that! TRUNKS! STOP THAT!

Nappa, sitting in armchair, watching everything: Feel my pain, Vegeta. Feel my pain.

Goku: We will defeat you with the powers of- Gohan: Friendship. Piccolo: Harmony. Vegeta: Incredible violence. Future Trunks: And love.