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Dragon Ball: Warrior Spirits (Story So far)
Please note that this Dragon Ball story I have created is still in development, and will be polished and updated as time goes on, but here is what I have so far: After Bardock escaped the destruction of Planet Vegeta with his wife and youngest son Kakarot (aka Goku), in a stealth vessel he had built in secret, unknown to Freeza, Bardock also made Prince Vegeta aware that what Freeza told him about a meteor destroying the planet was false, after ensuring all Freeza Force communicators were off. He offered to take all the surviving Saiyans with him to a remote location that was beyond where Freeza had expanded his empire, but the Prince turned him down, stating that if he were to run at this point, Freeza would know that he knows about the lie. He wanted to get revenge on Freeza, but he wanted to be tactical and catch Freeza in a blind spot, so he didn't see the revenge coming. But Vegeta was still respectful of Bardock's wish to escape to a remote place. Someone had to carry on the
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I'm pregnant (Metonic Drabble 04)
The debate between yellow mustard and deli mustard was something Sonic never understood. Why bother with either? There was only one thing that belonged on a hot dog, and it wasn't any kind of mustard.
Well, maybe there were two things.
"Tails, can you pass the cheese?" Sonic asked. He squinted. The sun was in his eyes again, so he reached up, adjusted the umbrella over their picnic table, then leaned back in his chair, kicking his legs onto the table.
Tails pressed his fingers to his forehead, but handed Sonic the cheese anyway. "Do you really need to put your feet on the table? While we're eating?"
Sonic sprinkled the cheese on his chili
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Edie: Near Death
[TW: near death experience, choking/drowning] I think I almost just died today. I’m close to certain that, had I not done anything, I wouldn’t be here writing this right now… But what happened… I think I ought to provide some insight as to the events of the week between my last post and now, only a few hours after my near-death experience. After that specter appeared in my living room, I didn’t see it again for several days. While that fact remains, I’m almost certain I heard it the whole time. At first I assumed it was some large bird that was using the guttering of the house as a bath, but as time went on those thumps and movements became too loud to come from any bird. It was as though some injured animal was crawling and shambling about in the crawlspace above the house. Throwing itself against the floor, scraping limbs along the thin boarding that separated the attic from the rooms below it. Shuffling closer and closer to where I was before stopping entirely, only to
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Something I wrote after I learnt Oracion is Spanish for "Prayer". I'm not religious, and I certainly have no clue how to speak Spanish.
This is a poem which centres around the execution of a criminal and the anger of those he has wronged.
This is a poem which centres around the execution of a criminal and the anger of those he has wronged.
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