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Alright, so this should be a quick one. Filthy Monkeys is a short story about the Universe 6 Saiyans, particularly Kale. Kale first appeared in episode 88 of Dragon Ball Super, which aired on April 30, 2017. At the time, I was working on Ikigai. While only 4 out the 6 one-shots were set as of April 30th, there was no chance I was going to write about Kale and Caulifla until after I had seen their full arcs in Super.

The first opportunity I had to explore them was in Vöntun, as a result. By the time I got around to writing this story, all but two of the Super episodes had aired, and Kale's full plotline had been long-resolved. For that reason, I felt comfortable delving into her history somewhat.

This was never meant to be a big grand backstory about the U6 Saiyans. It was always meant to be one of the shorter one-shots in the collection, a story that captures a series of quick interactions between Kale and various characters, including Cerus, the Universe 6 version of Ledas. Once I introduced Cerus' character into the story, everything came together quickly and nicely.

I began writing this story at around 2 am on March 14, 2018. I wrote off-and-on until around 8:16 am, getting close to two pages written. Notably, I didn't know Cerus' name at this point, so that was replaced with placeholder symbols. About twelve hours later, after sleeping, I continued writing. I had come up with Cerus' name by that point. It took me roughly an hour to finish the remaining four pages of the story.

On March 15th, I edited the story from 7:22 pm until 9:03 pm. I posted it to the wiki two minutes later. The majority of the editing was spent on the first couple of pages. Not sure why that was. The editing went smoother in the later pages.

Filthy Monkeys is part of the "Brennandi" (burning) section of Vöntun. The burning aspect is mostly related to the passions of Kale and Cerus. While sexual desires are present, they are not the only desires in the story.

There's not much more to say about. The story itself is me dipping my toes into Universe 6. That's about all there is to it. This is by no means one of the heavier stories, thematically or tonally, either. Anyways let's bang this fucker out.


Story[]

There once was a Saiyan named Kale. There once was a Saiyan named Cerus. It was around midnight or something. It was past their curfew. The two (former) street urchins were out on the street nevertheless, scrounging for delicious treats, the kind you dream about every night but forget about before you wake up the next morning.

The orphanage had a strict ‘no dirty monkey children allowed outside after dark’ policy. Anyone who broke that rule paid for their insolence dearly. Disobeying a direct order from Ms. Jocoty, their caretaker, was like spitting into the wind without having a spit fetish.

Ms. Jocoty was old as tits, so she could neither do anything wrong nor could she be admonished in any way, shape, or form by the Sadala Defense Force, who took their orders directly from the king. The cowards feared breaking her hips or something; they would never tackle her or arrest her or even say unkind words in her presence, lest that cause her to faint. Nobody wants a lawsuit on their hands, especially the king.

That was more than enough backstory to show that these girls were hungry and bored. Most of the time they were forced to stay in their rooms and knit their caretaker a new pair of socks or panties, or write festive slam poetry for the daily shindig after supper. Kale hated that nonsense. Cerus did too, but her feelings are less relevant.

At night, the streets of the royal city were a scary place, and by scary, I mean dark and mysterious and a little too spooky and eerily ambient for children such as these to remain entirely placid on their walk. It was near pitch black out on account of there being no lampposts anywhere. Few Saiyans could be found out and about at this hour of the night. A freezing current was blowing through the streets, stirring up fragments of trash and dust into the starry, moon-stained sky.

“Cerus… let’s go back,” Kale whispered, her voice shaking. “Ms. Jocoty will punish us if we–”

“Are you afraid of her? She’s just an ugly old woman, Kale. Besides, she’s not our mother. She’s nobody. She can’t tell us what to do.”

“She takes care of us! It’s disrespectful, Cerus. She could kick us out if she catches us…”

“So?” asked the other girl, hardly paying attention.

Kale frowned, fear clearly plastered on her face. “Where would we go?”

“Heya, lookit that! Yasekki rolls! Someone’s left them out in the open! What luck! C’mon, Kale!”

They came to a stop before an unattended car parked outside of a bakery. Indeed, left in the open trunk was a box of crispy yellow pastry balls glazed in purplish murask sugar. These were the kinds of treats orphans like Kale and Cerus could scarce dream of. Back at Ms. Jocoty’s place, they hardly ever got to eat anything but stale bread, overripe fruit, and overcooked, unseasoned meat.

Their mouths watered. Even so, Kale meekly said, “Sh-shouldn’t we make sure these don’t belong to anyone?”

With exaggerated movements, Cerus looked up and down the street. Not a Saiyan in sight. She shrugged, her pink-and-white skirt fluttering lightly in the wind. “Who cares?”

“B-but…”

Cerus snatched a yasekki roll without a second thought, biting into it barbarically, licking her lips loudly. “Oh my gosh, Kale, it’s so tasty! Try one!”

“W-well… shouldn’t we… shouldn’t we…?”

“Oh, come off it, Kale!” the other girl reprimanded her, pulling out another roll and tossing it to her companion. “Nobody’s watching us. Lighten up.”

“I don’t want to get in trouble…”

Cerus’s cheeks were flushed ever so mildly. Her calm, girlish face, soft, puffy lips, and wet, grey eyes betrayed no doubt. “It’s just a couple sweet rolls, Kale. I bet they won’t even notice we took some. It’s not like we’re being greedy and running off with the whole box…”

Kale’s face, on the other hand, was pouting, contorted unnaturally so as to choke away her natural girlish beauty. Whenever she got like this, it was almost as if she were trying to disappear. The effect produced little more than a wretched, pitiful sight. The other girl ushered her on again with a devious smirk and a pat on the shoulder.

Trembling, Kale timidly bit into her roll. Her frown evaporated. “It’s… good! So sweet! Oh…”

Before Cerus could respond, Kale scarfed down the rest of her treat. “See?” she giggled. “Told ya. Come on, let’s grab a few more and–”

“Halt right there!”

The unmistakable voice of a Sadala Defense Force guard cut through the night, sending shivers down their spines. Their hearts sank. Kale’s eyes filled with tears; Cerus casually tossed another roll into her mouth, trying not to act surprised. The man was tall and broad-shouldered, with a thick black beard and heavy gait. His armor shone in the moonlight. His muscles protruded beneath his skin-tight, standard-issue jumpsuit.

“Hiya Mr. Guard sir,” Cerus said breathlessly, stepping forward, another sweet roll held behind her back as she struck an innocent-looking pose. “Nice night, isn’t it, Mister?”

“I witnessed both of you stealing from that delivery vehicle,” the man replied gruffly, ignoring her. “That’s not okay. By the King’s Law, theft of any other person’s property is punishable by a fine or time in prison.”

“Oh, is that so? But we weren’t stealing anything, Mister.”

From behind her back, Cerus stealthily threw the sweet roll to Kale and stepped up to the guard, taking a seductive pose.

“I saw you do it myself. You can’t lie your way out of this, girls. That’s a crime, you know. Now, you’re going to have to come with me an–”

“Shush,” Cerus breathed, placing her hand on the man’s chest. “Come on. You didn’t see anything. Honest. We’re just a couple of innocent girls. We didn’t know any better… we’re hungry and cold and alone. The orphanage doesn’t give us much to eat… Please, you don’t have to do this. I’ll make it worth your while if you let us go.”

The elite mumbled something indistinct, his cheeks burning red. Suddenly, he no longer appeared very big or scary anymore. Kale had hardly a clue what Cerus was up to. She had never seen her friend act this way before.

“You two shouldn’t be down here,” the guard finally said in a rather lame tone. “This is gang territory. This late at night, you’re bound to run into trouble. You need to return to wherever you came from.”

“It’s okay, sir, honest. We go for walks at night all the time. We can take care of ourselves.”

“Can you now?” His eyes flickered, and Kale thought she saw the haze break. For some reason, the man was no longer enthralled. “You look like a pair of lost little girls.”

“We’re fine. Look, why don’t you just calm down, and we’ll make it worth your while, won’t we, Kale?”

Kale went pale. Her fingers shaking, she shook her head vehemently, unable to form any words. This was beyond anything they had ever done together. Cerus was presuming a lot by asking that of her. The bitter reality of her friend’s treachery tore at her heart.

“So that’s your game, eh?” the guy murmured, scratching his beard and looking them over. “For me to look the other way.” Cerus nodded enthusiastically, blinking rapidly. “Well it ain’t happenin’! I’m not that weak. You’re both coming with me!”

He drew a pair of energy bonds from his belt, wrapping them around Cerus’ wrists before she had any clue what had happened. The elite moved faster than Kale would have expected. But he wasn’t fast enough. Her reflexes had kicked in as soon as he had raised his arm, and she was already gone, fleeing down the road, a melting sweet roll held tightly in her hand, the wind on her face, her old friend, the one she’d grown up with in the orphanage, the one she’d once called her sister, left behind.

“Kale! Ka-ale!” the other girl cried out, her voice breaking as it rose in unbridled terror.

Not looking back, she fled with extreme agility. Cerus had done that to herself. She could blame no one else for her stupidity. Kale did not feel guilt as much as anxiety bubbling up in the back of her throat. The more she ran, the less her thoughts remained clear to her, and that was for the better.


She would not be taken to jail. She ran and ran until she was out of breath, no longer aware of where she was. The streets this far downtown were totally vacant and unfamiliar. Kale knew vaguely that she was in some gang’s territory, but if she kept quiet, with a little luck, she’d be able to pass through unnoticed.

She was shivering. It had been foolish to leave her coat at the orphanage. What if this was the night they really had decided to run away? If she’d gone back for her coat, Ms. Jocoty would have caught her for sure. She was stupid, so stupid and reckless and childish. That’s all she was. There was nothing else to her being. Why did she have to be so stupid?

Kale blinked away the tears, stumbling into a garbage can. The top flew off, rolling down the street noisily, echoing several times before the darkness swallowed it up again.

She felt their eyes on the back of her neck before she spotted the first one. She was so careless. Biting her lip, Kale tried to calm herself. They wore tight-fitting punk clothes, torn open at the knees, the sleeves on their black jackets cut off to reveal bare, tattooed arms. Four men, none older than that guard, surrounded her. The one directly ahead was crouching, peering into the trash can with feigned interest, snapping a knife open and closed in one hand.

Grinning sinisterly, the man whispered, “Hope we didn’t frighten you, love. You lost? What are you doing here? Where are you going?”

“I-I’m just… just trying to get home.”

“Where’s home?” one of the men behind her asked. “Definitely not here, ha!”

Panicked, Kale jumped and spun around. They cackled ravenously. Her neck was soaked by sweat. It was no fun being the object of humiliation. She had endured enough of that at the orphanage. But these guys were so much taller and stronger, confident in their numbers. She desperately looked for an opening, but there was none. If she tried to run now, Kale knew they would go for the kill.

“That way.” She pointed down the road in the direction she had come from, her finger shaking in the moonlight.

“It’s late. How’d a pretty little doll like you end up on the streets at this time of night?”

“I-I’m just trying to get home…” she repeated passively, clutching her shoulders, her teeth clattering.

“You’re cold–here, take my jacket,” said the man with the knife. Hopping up, he took it off and walked over to her. Though Kale shook her head and put her hands up and tried to tell him she was quite alright, he walked over to her and put his thick fur-trimmed jacket around her shoulders nonetheless.

For a moment, the warmth comforted her, and she allowed herself to relax. That was when he pressed down upon her shoulders, using the jacket to smother her, bringing her to her knees. So shocked was Kale that at first, she did not resist, but as he pressed his hands against her chest, a dread feeling spread like wildfire inside her. She screamed for him to stop, to let her go, to have mercy. The man wasn’t listening; his partners were licking their lips. He pressed his hand harder against her, groping blindly, squeezing uncaringly. This time, she tried to run, so he grabbed her by the hair. Pulling her roughly back to him, he whispered again, “Settle down, you. This ain’t the half of it.”

Reality blurred into a smattering of shapes and beams of light. For a moment, she wondered what had happened to Cerus. He pulled her hair again, pressing his body against hers, and her thoughts went blank. Despair and pain all at once vanished, and she felt nothing… nothing but a tingling heat in her spine surging up to her skull.

A flash of yellow-green light split the street in two, the spire of energy and flames streaking like a comet into the night sky. Her entire body was tingling now. Silence followed. Kale found that she was breathing hard, but she knew not what from, nor where she was. Looking around, wide-eyed, she realized she was sitting on a sidewalk in the cold, her skin covered in goosebumps. Her hair was in her face, stuck to her forehead and cheeks with sweat. Next to her was a pair of smoking black boots and a scorch mark on the pavement.

“Y-you monster…! I’ll kill you, bitch!” a man shouted, jumping out from the darkness at her.

Kale screamed in fright, clutching her cheeks, shaking terribly, paralyzed, unable to move. Why was she so tired?

Another man leapt from the darkness to her left. “Get her! She killed Tukolo! I can’t believe it! What the hell?!”

To say Kale was, in that moment, confused, would be an understatement, so it will not be stated. The poor girl had little idea where she was, who these men were, or why they were attacking her. She’d gotten lost on her way home. Cerus had beaten her back, she just knew. How she had ended up here… those memories were fuzzy and broken and impossible to grasp onto.

And yet she was powerless to stop them. A third man too was with them. They were spitting and cursing, eyes livid, teeth bared, swooping in for the kill. Why were they doing this? What had she done to them? She was cold; Kale just wanted to go home.

A shadow passed between the moon and the world, and suddenly, a woman was standing between Kale and the men.

“Go home,” she barked at them, folding her arms.

“B-but Caulifla, she killed Tukolo!”

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” the woman said tersely. Her hair was shorter than Kale’s, although longer than Cerus’, black, spiky, wild as a feral animal’s. She wore baggy purple pants and a short magenta top that covered only her chest, leaving her stomach and shoulders bare to the night.

Kale sucked in a breath, trying to steady her madly beating heart.

“O-okay… fine, we’ll go, we’ll go!”

They sounded like such whiners, like the others in the orphanage when breakfast was running a few minutes late. How easily that woman–Caulifla, was it?–had dominated them, had made those frightening-looking men pale and mute, took her breath away. They were pets, not men–not real men. She hadn’t needed to fight them, they feared her so.

Swallowing hard, Kale attempted to stand, but she was too weak. Caulifla kept her back to Kale for another minute of windshorn silence. Then she turned, winked, and offered the girl a hand.

“Th-thank you… Miss… Miss… Ca-ca-ca-ca…” Kale stammered.

“Caulifla,” the woman replied casually. “And you are?”

“K-kale, I’m Kale. Y-you saved m–”

Caulifla walked over to the boots, crouching and peering at them intently. “Heh, not bad. You vaporized him.”

“I-I did what?” Kale was more than a little perplexed.

“Tukolo. They were trying to have a little fun. Those idiots don’t get out much. I should have stopped it as soon as I saw what they were trying to do… but then you did that move. Can you do it again? Right now? Try it on me, Kale!”

Hearing Caulifla say her name sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She wanted to be near this woman, wanted to stay close no matter what. She didn’t know why, or to what end, but the feeling was screaming out from the inside of her skull as strong as thirst or hunger or extreme weariness. But this emotion, unlike those, made her feel alive, made her feel real and safe and content.

Though she did not know what Caulifla was talking about, Kale nonetheless attempted to produce a ki blast as she had seen the other children at the orphanage sometimes do. Cerus had once shot a big blue beam from her fingertips at another girl for stealing her nightclothes. But Kale had never pulled off such a feat herself. She was not one to pick fights like Cerus.

Sticking her hand out awkwardly, Kale gritted her teeth, grunted as she had seen the other girl do, and tried to pull off an impressive attack. Nothing happened. She went scarlet around the ears.

“That’s okay,” the woman said, patting her on the shoulder. “You look really tired, Kale. I bet you used up all your energy against Tukolo, right?”

“Ye-yeah, that’s it.”

“I haven’t seen you before. Are you from around here?”

Glancing around one more time at all the closed-up shops and buildings, their walls grey and pink and white and faded in the near darkness, she shook her head. “I don’t know how I ended up here. I was supposed to be heading back to the orphanage and…”

“Orphanage?” Caulifla cocked her head. “That’s where you live?”

Again, shame overcame Kale. “Mhm,” she nodded meekly.

“How do you like it there? Got a cozy place to sleep, lots of friends, three meals a day?”

Kale shrugged. “It’s not the worst, but me and…” She paused, having almost said ‘Cerus’. For some fierce reason, she couldn’t bring herself to admit to Caulifla that she had come out this night with her friend in the hopes of stealing whatever food they could find. “I mean, I was just out walking, and…”

She looked down, realizing for the first time since she could remember that she was firmly grasping that sweet roll in her left hand. Its sugary glaze had melted all over her fingers, its rounded form crumpling beneath her grip. The girl opened her palm, looking at the little ball of yasekki wearily.

“Hey, where did you get that?” Caulifla asked, poking her head in closer to get a good look. “A yasekki roll! Mmmm…”

Without asking, the woman plucked the pastry from Kale’s hand, holding it up. In the moonlight, Kale noticed a bite mark in the side of it. Caulifla took a bite directly over that. At once, as if by reflex, a warm, hopeful, calming feeling raced through her body down to her toes. Kale shuddered, covering her mouth.

Caulifla threw it back to her after taking another large bite. “It’s late. How about you come back with me tonight?”

“With you…?”

“You could join my gang, heh. What do you think, Kale? Don’t know many guys who could vaporize someone like Tukolo… besides you owe me. That was one of my paid bodyguards you just killed.”

“I-I’m s–”

Caulifla raised her hand impatiently, then proceeded to lick the frosting off it with slow, long, wet tongue strokes. “Don’t worry, Kale. We’ve got lots of tasty food and a bed for you if you want to come back with me tonight. My gang has the biggest territory out of anyone in this city. But you have to be loyal to me, Kale. If you are, I’ll let you train with me, and maybe I’ll be able to help you control that incredible power you showed off earlier. I mean, you lit up the entire street with that explosion! That was cool.”

She didn’t know what to say, so she smiled, nibbling at a corner of the yasekki roll. “Yes,” she spoke without thinking. Her mind was once again running blank and her body was tingling warmly. She had forgotten the cold. “I would really like to join your gang, Miss Caulifla.” She bowed. “Please!”

“Good choice,” Caulifla replied, placing her hand on Kale’s shoulder, squeezing it softly.

The girl felt her breath on her cheek, and there was the moon and all the stars and the cool night sky, so vast and vivid and humbling that she knew this had to be a dream–a better dream than the ones she’d had before.


Endnotes[]

  1. The name of this story is a reference to Kale and Cerus being orphans. The following line makes this more clear: "The orphanage had a strict ‘no dirty monkey children allowed outside after dark’ policy.".
  2. Ms. Jocoty's name is probably based on the tejocote root, but for some reason I didn't save any of the pun names for this collection, so I dunno for certain.
  3. "Ms. Jocoty was old as tits, so she could neither do anything wrong nor could she be admonished in any way, shape, or form" - this is very true, but it's not to say that people don't treat old people badly. There's usually no direct confrontations, though.
  4. This cheeky prose style was unexpected. I don't think I wrote like this anywhere else in Vöntun (although perhaps I did this too in stories I haven't gotten to yet - we'll see).
  5. Kale is by nature a passive character. Cerus had to be here (or some other fanon character) in order to get Kale to do the things that she does. If there was no driving force pushing her out to the streets, Kale would not have made the journey by herself.
  6. The yasekki plotline undoubtedly was added to this story because I was playing a lot of Skyrim at the time of writing this, and when one plays Skyrim, sweetrolls are always on the brain.
  7. U6 Ledas is a far more corruptible force than U7 Ledas, and a good deal less innocent too. I had fun coming up with her personality, and that was done primarily as a contrast to U7 Ledas. With that said, it's not like anything Cerus says here is really out there. Kale is just being ridiculously "good", almost to a sickening degree. The frustration Cerus has towards her in the sweetroll scene is similar to how I felt watching Kale in her first few episodes on Planet Sadala. She's such a pushover, but a boring one due to her repetitive cowardice. There was no dynamism to her character until she got pissed off at Cabba. While I would say that still doesn't make her a great character, it at least provided an interesting personality wrinkle. Had that not existed in her, there would have been no point in writing this story.
  8. "“Hiya Mr. Guard sir,” Cerus said breathlessly" - this line is a reference to Ledas saying something similar to Nappa in the Prince Vegeta Saga of Dragon Ball Z: The Forgotten, although Cerus is saying it seductively, while Ledas was just being an overly-polite, awkward 4 year old.
  9. Cerus trying to seduce the guard indicates that she has had sexual experiences before. Kale not knowing what was going on indicates that she has not.
  10. Cerus saying that she and Kale could take care of themselves was a bad moment of arrogance. The soldier was broken out of his lust by that jarring comment. Her pride cost her dearly right there.
  11. I agree that Cerus betrayed Kale by offering their bodies to the man. That was not her call. Moreover, the two had never discussed that strategy before, so to presume that was a big error on Cerus' part. Suffice to say, while this is my OC, I wasn't going to godmod. Cerus earned Kale's betrayal.
  12. Kale shows a bit of fight by running away, but also, she kept that yasekki roll when she did so. Finally, she's showing some agency and defiance. It's a small thing, but it's not like I could show her going Legendary Super Saiyan in a story like this.
  13. Writing the attempted-rape scene was not particularly easy. I wasn't sure how graphic to be, or how far to go. I just knew that this would be the only way to get Kale to go beyond her comfort zone so quickly. I didn't have 10 chapters to build up to such a moment. This had to be an extreme emotional situation. With that said, it was certainly in my style to be fairly descriptive, yet vague about the NSFW details, back in 2018, so I don't have a problem with how 2018 KV handled it. That style is not so easy to write, but interesting to attempt, and I think the writing holds up to this day.
  14. No idea what vegetable Tukolo is punned off of. Don't really care, either.
  15. The moon symbolism with Caulifla's first appearance should not be underestimated. First impressions can have a big impact on people.
  16. Suffice to say, I've been in Kale's position before (being attracted to someone (in this case, Caulifla) and not understanding what the feeling means), so writing that part of the story was fairly easy for me.

I kind of don't know what to say. There weren't a lot of endnotes for this one, as it's somewhat straightforward, but yeah... this one is surprisingly good. I am kind of shocked by how good it is. I didn't remember it being one of the better Vöntun stories when I wrote it. But it certainly is. Excellent prose and characterization, and the dialogue, particularly between Caulifla and Kale, is quite good at building towards their relationship, as it is first seen, in Dragon Ball: Super. The highlight is certainly Kale beginning to realize her attraction for Caulifla. This story is written very subtly, and the thematic considerations are only barely brushed upon, but when they are, they come up in powerful surges. Particularly the symbolism of the moon is something I hadn't remembered until re-reading this for the anthology but appreciate a lot now that I have. The symbolism of the yasekki roll, both in terms of freedom and sexual intimacy with Caulifla, was cleverly complex and a nice tie-in between scenes 1 and 2. In any case, I'm honestly really surprised by how much I liked this story. It will, no doubt, be one of the highest-rated of the collection when I reveal the ranks in the anthology of Dyspo Sucks.


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The KidVegeta Anthology
1: Were It So Easy2: Ground Up3: So Lonely At The Top4: Dragon Ball Z: In Requiem5: Sixth6: Slaved7: Womanhood8: A Mother's Love9: Derelict10: Dragonball KC11: The Redacted Scenes12: Dragon Ball Z: Cold Vengeance (Original draftFinal draft)13: Spindlerun: The Tale of Yajirobe14: The Anonymous Series15: Speedball16: Second-best17: Strength18: Separator19: Skulk20: Soup21: Scelerat22: Serial23: Slick24: Sovereign25: Dragonball lies in the old hat26: Ode to Dodoria27: Bitterly Bothered Brother28: KidVegeta's Theogony: From Silence to the Greater Kais‎‎29: Dragon Ball Z: The Forgotten (29.1 Prince Vegeta Saga29.2 Outbreak: Paved In Blood29.3 Lauto Saga29.4 Stomping Grounds Saga29.5 Planet Earth Saga29.6 Reunion Saga29.7 Forever Alone29.8 Fulfillment Saga29.9 Characters29.10 Who Are The Forgotten?29.11 Miscellaneous Information)30: Sink to the Bottom31: Bluestreaker32: Lionheart33: From Magic to Monsters34: Tyrant35: Be a Man36: Brave37: Yellow38: Sleep39: Prideful Demons Black40: The Watcher41: The Perfect Lifeform42: Ain't No Hero43: Dragon Ball: The Great War44: Glory45: Monster46: Burning Man47: Bonetown Blues48: Ergo Sum49: Suicide Missionary50: We'll Never Feel Bad Anymore51: Before Creation Comes Destruction52: Midnight City53: A Soundless Dark54: Scourge55: The Ballad of Dango56: Zarbon and Dodoria: A Love Story57: Thank the Eastern Supreme Kai for Girls58: A Shadow on the Wind59: I'm a Candy Man60: Down the Well-Worn Road61: Cool Cat62: Starfall63: Crushing Blue64: Black Dawn65: The Great Sushi-Eating Contest66: The Adventures of Beerus and Whis...IN SPACE!‎‎67: The Guacamole Boys Hit the Town‎‎68: Fin69: Nowhere to Go70: Not So Far71: Ice Age Coming72: Small73: Shame74: Untouchable75: A Demon Tale: Running Gags and Memes: The Movie76: Superior77: He's a Baaad Man78: Sandboys79: This is a contest story 80: A Space Christmas Story81: The One Where Bulma Goes Looking For Goku's Dragon Balls82: The Ginyu Force Chronicles83: Country Matters84: Chasing Oblivion85: Bardock's Some Hot Space Garbage and You're a Cuck86: The Story Without Any Cursing Except For This One Fuck And It's In The Title or (Sex Drugs and Rock and Roll Except Without Any Of The Sex)87: A Flap of the Wings88: Broccoli Tail89: Black as Blood90: Bi Arm or the One Where Baby is Actually A Rich Man or the Last One Of All the BYARMS91: One Chop Man92: Girl93: Twelve Majestic Lies94: Spaceball95: The Monster and the Maiden96: Mountain Bird97: A Quest for Booty98: Yaki the Yardrat's lecherous crime cartel, can Jaco and Strabbary stop it?99: Across the Universe100: His Majesty's Pet101: Destroyer of Universes102: The One with Several No Good Rotten Space Vermin103: The Scouring of Paradise104: To Kill a God-Emperor105: Extragalactic Containment Protocol106: Appetent Justice107: The Naptime Championships108: Really Big Scary Monsters109: Old Nishi110: He Needs Some Space Milk111: Filthy Monkeys112: The Mortal Flaw113: Leap114: Dyspo Sucks115: The Royal Exception116: Mushin117: Doctor Piggyboy118: The Space Taco Bandit119: The Big Book of Very Important Things (119.1: Why the supreme kai thinks there are only 28 planets in the universe by kidvegeta, esquire119.2: The raisin why supreme kai thinks theres only 28 planets119.3: Supreme kai why do you think there are only 28 planets pls respond119.4: Vegeta: The Tale of Chiaotzu119:5. Sweet Nothings About Cuber by KidVegeta and Destructivedisk119.6: ☉‿⊙119.7: The Part Where He Actually Blows Himself119.8: The truefacts tht hhyperzerling ssahhy119.9: Dragon Ball Supper119.10: A list of people yamcha's been intimate with)120: Memories of a Bloodless Thrall121: Lights of Zalama122: The Deathless Scraps123: Time-Eater124: Dragon Ball: The Mrovian Series: Hidden Memories of Chaiva125: Nineteen Assassins126: Welcome to Rapture127: Bean Daddy128: Zeta Male129: One Word From The Crane130: The Big Ugly131: The Legend of Upa132: Trickster is Meaningless133: Three Foolish Monkeys134: Killing General Copper135: One of Them136: The Swindler137: Softpetal138: How To Act Like a Professional Mercenary139: Insatiable140: The History of the Decline and Fall of the Planet Trade Organization141: Dragon Ball: Heart of the Dragon142: The Last Saiyan (141.1 Skyscrapers/Cloudchasers142.2 Roshi142.3 Edge Of The World142.4 Hail to the Thief142.5 Long Road Home)143: Community Roleplays (143.1 Dragon Ball: Future Imperfect (2nd Saga)143.2 No Way Out143.3 Vacation143.4 Cool Runnings143.5 What Role Will You Play?)144: Deleted Stories (144.1 Dragon Ball: Short Story Project)145: Final Thoughts
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