This is a collage I made to represent who I am back when I was 18. It was put together rather simply, just using cuttings from magazines. But together, they tell a lot about myself symbolically.
Dragon Ball Z: Pride Before A Fall - FINAL
It was a somber victory for Bulma. She had won back her saiyan prince. But it was not as it had been before. From that night into the next few weeks, he returned to sleeping next to her at night, but went to sleep quickly and woke long before she got up. And though he no longer refused to speak to her, when he did choose to, it was usually brief and harsh. Even her teasing usually met with cold glares rather than warm blushes. She wished she could say she didn’t know what was wrong with her Vegeta, but she knew. His goals were crushing the life out of him. And she was no longer a solution.
In the beginning, she thought it was the mood between them that was causing it – the occasional sweating, light-headedness, and bloating. She tried getting more rest and taking a trip to the spa to relax herself. Then came the nausea, and in her gut she knew. She didn
Dragon Ball Z: Pride Before A Fall - 7
Bulma didn’t know where he went that night. She didn’t know what he did. But in the morning she found one of their trees had been shattered – likely from a drunken, angry collision – and as she lied awake in bed she swore she could hear screaming in the sky. Though she did her best not to show it, she was afraid for him. Afraid of where he might go. Afraid of what he might do. In the end, it seemed he had gone or done very little. She found him in the ship, murdering the air with his fists. According to the log, he’d been there most the night.
Bulma took a deep breath, running her fingers through her hair, and made the call. Vegeta had his back to her as the projection filled the air. “Vegeta,” she sighed and then grew terse, “Don’t you ever do that again! Are you okay?” He paused in his kicks, lowering
The Elder Scrolls: Dragonborn Legacy - 7
“I would be grateful,” she agreed, following him.
“The urge to satiate your thirst quickly is strong,” he explained as he guided her amidst them, “But it is your enemy. Do not rush in like a child to a pudding. Smell. Choose your host.”
Tremere let go of his hand and closed her lips to hold her hunger in. She moved about the thralls, touching them gently with her hands. This reminded her of the many ceremonies she had performed in the names of various daedra all her life. She knew she needed to hold herself properly and with honor. So she sought to choose wisely. Finally she decided on a young man who seemed to have the most peaceful expression upon his face, almost like he was asking for her.
Eagerly, she took his head in her hands and stretched open her mouth.
A very gentle hand on her should
Dragon Ball Z: Pride Before A Fall - 6
It happened again. He didn’t see it coming, it’d been so long – so many months since these terrors had visited him. But it happened all the same: the nightmares. Vegeta found himself sprinting through an endless abyss, chasing after a golden light. It blazed and burned just out of reaching, mocking him.
“No!” Vegeta screamed, “You will be mine! You will be mine!!!”
Suddenly, the golden light rushed at him, and he thought it would at last be his! But instead, it washed over him, burning his flesh and torturing him. Vegeta grabbed his head and screamed at the top of his lungs, fighting against this inescapable pain. But then he felt something on his face. Something that felt like...
“Come on! Come on!” Bulma cried, sitting on Vegeta’s chest and slapping hi
Dragon Ball Z: Pride Before A Fall - 5.5
The universe cracked and all at once the fighting stopped, every face frozen dumbstruck, the only sound heard being their gargling stutters.
“Didn’t see that coming,” Oolong blinked, coming out of the doorway a little more.
“B-Bulma???” Yamcha stared, his face twitching, “You…married him…? W-when…?”
“Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell us?” Dr. Brief stared, fumbling to get a new cigarette since the last one had fallen out of his mouth.
“Wha…no I didn’t!” Bulma blurted and then flashed to Vegeta, “No we didn’t!”
“Oh please,” Vegeta grunted, his arms crossed, “Don’t pretend like you didn’t know, it isn’t becoming of you.”
Dragon Ball Z: Pride Before A Fall - 5.0
Everyone noticed it. Even Dr. Brief wrapped up in his garden and workshop. Even Mrs. Brief in her joyous oblivious smile. Even one or two of the neighbors who glanced by in passing noticed it: something about Vegeta had changed. It wasn’t an obvious change – he still spent most his time training, he still rarely spoke to anyone, he still had the same irritable expression. However, he seemed to have developed a new disposition toward Bulma. When he was hungry, he sat next to her, broodingly eating his food. When he was tired, he slept in her bed. When he chuckled, it was usually because of something she did. He had even developed a habit of watching her as she worked on her various inventions, his arms folded and leaning silently against the wall, listening as she described her work.
That was the change that most noticed. Only Yamcha saw the rest. He noticed out