PenanceOk, it wasn’t the suckiest punishment his father had handed down, but it was certainly the most boring without equal. “Gods, I’m so fucking bored,” Trunks sighed to himself as he used his feet to lean back his chair onto two legs, balancing it as he formed an extremely weak ki ball and played with it lazily.Penance by ~themegakat
“Then you could always go help the footmen or the cooks,” a regal voice said tartly from the doorway. That voice immediately giggled when he teetered in his chair for a moment, nearly landing on his head as he absorbed his energy and gawked at her, having the nerve to look like she’d walked in on a private conversation with himself. “Perhaps you’d rather work in the garden or the laundry?”
“No thank you, Majesty,” Trunks managed, schooling his features into something much more respectful than his previous glare.
With a smile, Serenity set a stack of paperwork in front of him. “There. Since you’re bo
Hard Time So… yeah. A bit of a ripoff of Prison Break, but I blame YOU for this, Ana! You and your damned ninja squirrels sneaking into my head at all hours of the night, driving me batshit crazy until I plop my ass in front of the screen and start typing!Hard Time by ~themegakat
So basically, Nappa and Vegeta are prisoners for pissing the wrong people off. They ARE Saiyan warriors, but their ki abilities are controlled with ki cuffs around their wrists. Our favorite blue bombshell is the prison doctor, and as usual… my favorite OTP is at work, here. Oh yeah, Nappa and Ami… Prison Break style.
“Prisoner eighty-eight! Time for your conjugal!”
“Pass!” Nappa shouted as usual, not even looking away from the pull-up bar he was currently gazing over as he kept flexing with one arm.
The same question always came next, and his lips twitched up in a smirk when he heard it. “Prisoner, eighty-eight, that’s the eighth week in a row… do you need a trip to the
Legend of the Moon Queen, Chapter 16Legend of the Moon Queen, Chapter 16 by ~Maelstromknight
For the third time in the last hour, Setsuna Meiou, esteemed physicist and lab researcher, fumbled with the controls of her instrumentation. Swearing softly, she altered the proton stream's alignment in the cyclotron to match the current experiment's settings.
"Again Meiou? Hard day, mph?" Her colleague, a small brunette in a white lab coat checked the data from the sensor array, feeding it back to Setsuna's computer screen.
The tall, olive-skinned and dark-green haired woman pinched the bridge of her nose. "It's not that, Kira. I'm simply distracted. Private issues. I'm sorry. I won't do that again."
"Maybe you should take a coffee break. The cyclotron won't be online for the next two hours, we have time." The woman smiled, waving a hand dismissively at the large device in the adjacent room.
At the mention of time, Setsuna coughed. "Time, yes... we should have time." Standing up from her station, she smiled back. "Tha