07-13-2006, 12:51 AM
The following is a roleplay for DBR, where I play Bra. This is the first time I have ever played the part of an offspring of Vegeta (Usually I am too busy trying to find ways of well, heh, I'll just let that one hang. 
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But, I would appreciate some comments on this.
20 years into the Future-Alternate Timeline
?Princess!? The anguished cry as yet another of her army fell to the ground, a sword impaled through his chest. Blood welled around the wound as he tried helplessly to remove it.
?Fuck?Saimain!? Bra cried. Her aqua hued eyes filled with the shine of tears, but pride and the need to uphold her Royal stalwartness stopped them from falling. She growled low, feral, and watched the man die. There was nothing she could do about it.
Twisting around, her own sword flying from her side, she swung it around in a wide arc, dismembering the wall of enemies around her. She was bathed in a crimson shower of blood, eyes wild and darting around, her hand guiding her movements as she dissected the rest of the opposing clan.
The Shuitzu Clan of Tuffles had ransacked her kingdom, had slain a whole village of Saiyans without so much as provocation, and left their bloody corpses hanging from pikes around the walls of the palace. While her family was pushed deeper into the safer confines of the palace against their very will, she, being the Minister of War for Vegetasei, was obligated to take reign of the war now pulling strong.
A silvery fist came flying towards her head, and by sheer instinct, she dodged away, the body falling past her. It bounded back up and slammed her into the ground. Its breath came hard against her bare neck, long, slimy tongue flicking out to caress the gentle curve of her jaw.
?The Royal blood in you makes me lust for more?? the Tuffle grunted huskily. He sighed in pleasure, repeating his gesture. His hand pulled her teal hair to the side roughly, exposing more of her neckline. ?Once we take down the Vegeta family, I shall spare you?only to feed off of that intoxicating taste??
Bra struggled beneath him, face smashed against the grass. The smells of burning wood and death surrounded her as the Tuffle continued his assault. He was big, really big. His body stretched longer than hers, muscles carved it seemed, from granite. Large red eyes bore into hers.
?Get the fuck off of me!!? She screamed, a furious blue aura sweeping around her petite frame. Using every ounce of strength her 110 pound body contained, she hurled the Tuffle away. He landed, one hand planted into the ground, one knee dug into the grass. With a fanged smile, he darted at her again, this time, his body flickered as he moved, and as he snatched her up, they disappeared in a thick, red fog.
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The fog began to die around them, and the proverbial Dorothy knew she wasn?t in Kansas anymore. She was placed unceremoniously down onto a rocky overhang several hundred feet above a sprawling lake. Good thing the princess could fly, or this would truly be a bitch.
The Tuffle came from behind, wrapping his massive arms around her thin waist and squeezed her against him. A wash of aqua colored hair spilled over his bare chest as he leaned on to whisper silkily into her ear.
?Either way the war goes, I win.? He chuckled arrogantly and ground his hips against her bottom, whimpering with pleasure. ?You?ll be mine soon, Princess.?
She growled in anger, thrusting an elbow into his midsection. He merely grunted and ground into her harder. ?Don?t make this any more difficult than what it already is.?
?Fuck you!? She hissed poisonously, turning her head as best she could, struggling under his strong arms.
He only chuckled more at her futile attempts. ?Eventually, Princess. I promise.? Without another word, he disappeared again, leaving the woman to stand, open mouthed, surprised, on top of the massive rock.
A stiff wind blew past her, ruffling her waist length hair. The thin band that was her crown circled around her forehead, glinted in the sun, forever a reminder of her Royal roots. She was a Saiyan princess, half-breed be damned! Fists clenching to her sides, Bra growled low, looking intently out at the horizon.
?Them bastards think they can best ME?! I am the princess of all Saiyans! Never shall I befall to such scum as a Tuffle!? She declared to the wind, eyes shining in seething anger.
Leaping from the rocky crag, Bra descended down to the grassy plain below, not even noticing the gape in the small mountain behind her. The mountain wasn?t what she was seeing, no. In her mind, she was still envisioning the army of mad Tuffles reigning down on her kingdom, wiping everything out as they swept across the Vegeta sei plain.
Her family, trapped within the walls of the palace, had no idea that their little princess was gone, perhaps taken to the other side of the planet, and well beyond the reach of help. That damned Tuffle had made sure that no matter what she did, she would be too late to help them.
The princess was too proud to cry, but nothing stopped her heart from breaking within the tight confines of her chest.
It seemed that no matter what she did, something always came along to stifle her motives. Not this time. Fuck no. She would hunt that Tuffle down, and he would pay. With his life!
)But, I would appreciate some comments on this.
20 years into the Future-Alternate Timeline
?Princess!? The anguished cry as yet another of her army fell to the ground, a sword impaled through his chest. Blood welled around the wound as he tried helplessly to remove it.
?Fuck?Saimain!? Bra cried. Her aqua hued eyes filled with the shine of tears, but pride and the need to uphold her Royal stalwartness stopped them from falling. She growled low, feral, and watched the man die. There was nothing she could do about it.
Twisting around, her own sword flying from her side, she swung it around in a wide arc, dismembering the wall of enemies around her. She was bathed in a crimson shower of blood, eyes wild and darting around, her hand guiding her movements as she dissected the rest of the opposing clan.
The Shuitzu Clan of Tuffles had ransacked her kingdom, had slain a whole village of Saiyans without so much as provocation, and left their bloody corpses hanging from pikes around the walls of the palace. While her family was pushed deeper into the safer confines of the palace against their very will, she, being the Minister of War for Vegetasei, was obligated to take reign of the war now pulling strong.
A silvery fist came flying towards her head, and by sheer instinct, she dodged away, the body falling past her. It bounded back up and slammed her into the ground. Its breath came hard against her bare neck, long, slimy tongue flicking out to caress the gentle curve of her jaw.
?The Royal blood in you makes me lust for more?? the Tuffle grunted huskily. He sighed in pleasure, repeating his gesture. His hand pulled her teal hair to the side roughly, exposing more of her neckline. ?Once we take down the Vegeta family, I shall spare you?only to feed off of that intoxicating taste??
Bra struggled beneath him, face smashed against the grass. The smells of burning wood and death surrounded her as the Tuffle continued his assault. He was big, really big. His body stretched longer than hers, muscles carved it seemed, from granite. Large red eyes bore into hers.
?Get the fuck off of me!!? She screamed, a furious blue aura sweeping around her petite frame. Using every ounce of strength her 110 pound body contained, she hurled the Tuffle away. He landed, one hand planted into the ground, one knee dug into the grass. With a fanged smile, he darted at her again, this time, his body flickered as he moved, and as he snatched her up, they disappeared in a thick, red fog.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The fog began to die around them, and the proverbial Dorothy knew she wasn?t in Kansas anymore. She was placed unceremoniously down onto a rocky overhang several hundred feet above a sprawling lake. Good thing the princess could fly, or this would truly be a bitch.
The Tuffle came from behind, wrapping his massive arms around her thin waist and squeezed her against him. A wash of aqua colored hair spilled over his bare chest as he leaned on to whisper silkily into her ear.
?Either way the war goes, I win.? He chuckled arrogantly and ground his hips against her bottom, whimpering with pleasure. ?You?ll be mine soon, Princess.?
She growled in anger, thrusting an elbow into his midsection. He merely grunted and ground into her harder. ?Don?t make this any more difficult than what it already is.?
?Fuck you!? She hissed poisonously, turning her head as best she could, struggling under his strong arms.
He only chuckled more at her futile attempts. ?Eventually, Princess. I promise.? Without another word, he disappeared again, leaving the woman to stand, open mouthed, surprised, on top of the massive rock.
A stiff wind blew past her, ruffling her waist length hair. The thin band that was her crown circled around her forehead, glinted in the sun, forever a reminder of her Royal roots. She was a Saiyan princess, half-breed be damned! Fists clenching to her sides, Bra growled low, looking intently out at the horizon.
?Them bastards think they can best ME?! I am the princess of all Saiyans! Never shall I befall to such scum as a Tuffle!? She declared to the wind, eyes shining in seething anger.
Leaping from the rocky crag, Bra descended down to the grassy plain below, not even noticing the gape in the small mountain behind her. The mountain wasn?t what she was seeing, no. In her mind, she was still envisioning the army of mad Tuffles reigning down on her kingdom, wiping everything out as they swept across the Vegeta sei plain.
Her family, trapped within the walls of the palace, had no idea that their little princess was gone, perhaps taken to the other side of the planet, and well beyond the reach of help. That damned Tuffle had made sure that no matter what she did, she would be too late to help them.
The princess was too proud to cry, but nothing stopped her heart from breaking within the tight confines of her chest.
It seemed that no matter what she did, something always came along to stifle her motives. Not this time. Fuck no. She would hunt that Tuffle down, and he would pay. With his life!
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