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Gluttony [Worm/DBZ]
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I'm bad at finishing things, because life. I get sick easily, college is totes hard, and yeah, life.
My ideas always require me to write a lot, so I decided to do something short.
*A story about Taylor being a lot like Android 21 for better and for worse*
1 - Maneater
My stomach grumbled in pain.
I was hungry.
So hungry.
It was hard to think clearly at times.
Why don't you eat?
"Taylor, what are you doing in the cafeteria? Don't you know animals like you should eat outside? Or maybe you'd like to eat off the floor?" Emma laughed. Her hanger-ons—
Come on now, she'd be so delicious wouldn't she? Maybe a Cookie? No, Cupcake! All her bitchiness would make for excellent frosting! Don't you think so too~?
No, I was in control. It hurt, but I could binge when I got home. A bag of sweets all to myself with the last of my allowance that hadn't went towards the ideas in my head. It was barely filling, nothing seemed to be as filling as it should be, but I had to endure.
"Good job on your essay Taylor I—" Gladly stupid grin stared back at me.
Why couldn't he tell that I don't care? I'm hungry.
"I see you're "helping" the Teachers, Taylor. It's the only way someone like you could get good grades after all. Why—" Emma's words droned on and on.
Shut up.
No keep going, then I can finally eat. I can't wait to sink my teeth into you~.
"Taylor I'm... I'm really worried about you—" Dad's words faded into static and all around me was nothing.
Nothing but me and her.
She stood there, long snow white wavy hair that was just as long as mine had grown recently. Her skin was a bright pink, and on her face was a malicious smirk.
Red eyes with black sclera stared back at my own grey ones.
She was me, but not.
"Come on. How much longer do you think you can last?" She smiled wickedly as she was suddenly behind me, hugging me close to her.
I had to do something soon.
Just a bite, someone who was bad, someone that no one would mind going missing. I'd have to do that again.
That wasn't so bad, right? Right?
Nervous energy hummed underneath her skin, the night sky overhead as she walked through the neighborhood.
Her white lab-coat, a disposable white surgical mask, and a simple face-mask covering her eyes served as her costume, the jeans and shirt she wore underneath being merely something for comfort. Her power let off the chain just enough that her dark curls hung down to her lower back, the color a pale snow white. That didn't really matter though, what mattered was the fact that her stomach hurt, she was so very hungry, everything smelled so very delicious, they'd all make for some amazing snacks. Taylor retreated into the nearest alley-way as her breathing came out heavier, sweat pouring down her face as she clutched at her stomach. Slumped up against the wall she closed her eyes as she waited for the pangs to recede. Come on, just a while longer. She just had to make it a while more and then the device would be finished. She'd still have to eat, but she wouldn't have to consistently deal with this gnawing hunger that seemed to torment her everyday since she had gotten out of the hospital. Even when she ate so much food that she was sure that she should've been sick it was enough to maybe keep her fed for a few hours, sweets could hold her for a day if she ate enough. Distraction. She needed a distraction.
That hadn't been all either, she was so much more than when that had happened. For better and worse. She was stronger, faster, smarter. That didn't even account for her other powers. It didn't help her at all.
The shoves from Sophia felt like a baby trying to push a brick wall, she knew well enough to pretend different. She could probably punch a hole straight through her, but that'd be wrong. She wasn't going to stoop so low, not now, she'd endure this much anyways. When Sophia tried her tough girl act she remembered to act as if she was fazed, Sophia would merely try harder if she didn't get her way. The way she looked at her made her think Sophia knew something was off, unimportant. A delicious chocolate bar ripe for the pickings. Maybe dark chocolate? Bitter, but sweet.
Madison still annoyed her, the sweet and innocent act to cover her the sickly insides. The small pranks separately were nothing, but more and more they grated upon her. She'd make for a delicious scoop of ice-cream! Maybe even with cherries, yum!
Emma's words still cut deep when she was aware of the world around her. A hard choice, though I still think a cupcake would be nice. She's so bitchy that she might ruin the sweet, but she looks so yummy.
Her stomach grumbled again.
"Hey, girl!"
Her eyes turned towards the sound of the voice. There coming from further in the alley was a man. His pupils were dilated, the smell coming off of him a mixture of alcohol, sweat, and weeks of going unwashed if his clothes were any sign. His legs were shaky, his stance wobbly as he stumble a bit closer towards her, the scruffy hair coming out of his beanie and on his face a shade of grey that put the man as someone who had been on the streets long enough that he hadn't been able to groom himself for a long time. Taylor's eyes were focused on the pistol in his hand.
"Gimme any money you have on you right now!" His voice, was raspy, with a slight panic in it. His eyes a bit manic.
Hmm, he's a bit old, but I'm dying for a bite to eat! He'd make for a nice cream-puff, wouldn't he?
She ignored the voice and accompanying pang of hunger, and turned an eye towards the man glaring.
"Go away, now!" She couldn't see it, but she knew that her left eye had shifted as the tender grasp on her power's slipped just slightly.
The man stepped backwards, his hands trembling as he felt a chill run through his spine as he stared at her. She wondered what he was thinking. Why he wasn't running before she decided to eat him?
The resulting bang that rang out as the pistol, a 9mm she had noted inwardly, went off echoed in the small alley-way.
She wasn't smiling as she held the round that had been close to piercing through her chest between her fingers.
"Ah! Fuck, Cape!" The addict of a man finally decided that now was the time to run away, stumbling over his own feet as he ran out the opposite side of the alley-way, intent on getting as far away as possible.
Taylor's hands trembled for a minute, the temptation to finally sate her hunger warring with her desire to not kill what was clearly someone either drunk or on some sort of drug. It'd be easy to chase him, she was no Alexandria but she was easily much faster than any normal person could possibly hope to be. Clenching her hands tight, she grit her teeth. She could bear this for just a little longer, Taylor had endured this for this long she could make it just a little longer. Couldn't she? No, she had to. She just had to find something to eat.
"Hey, old man! The fuck are ya whimpering about?"
Her ears perked up as she shifted herself up off the wall, finally standing. Had something happened? As she shifted to move towards the noise, her nose twitched. What... what was that simply delicious aroma?
The sound of her own footsteps echoed in her own ears as the world around her faded becoming little more than static.
Step
Step. That homeless guy from before was getting beat up by some thugs in another alley on the otherside of the street. That was fine.
Step... the smell was getting closer.
Step.
The world around her was hell.
Fire.
There was fire everywhere. A hulking beast-like creature, Lung the weaker part of herself noted, rampaged throughout the the flames chasing several figures. Spotting one body on the the asphalt tearing beneath him as he changed more and more she grinned, he smelled smokey. She felt it start from her gut as it welled up from inside of her gradually, her too wide mouth smiling beneath her mask as she started to giggle. She could feel the energy beneath her skin, the same energy that allowed her to casually catch bullets, start to leak out of her, flickering across her skin like embers. She was so hungry.
She could stop Lung right? SO maybe...
Her form blurred as she dashed towards the hulking draconic beast, his form towering over hers at 9ft or so. Clenching her hand, she let out a scream as she punched at his chest.
Metal crumbled underneath her fist as Lung as lurched backwards from the force and then skid across the ground, digging asphalt up with his massive form as he gradually crashed into some worthless building and came to a stop.
Blazing eyes of fire stared at her own bloody red ones. He looked delicious.
She let the grip on her power loose as she felt herself change completely, her skin turning pink as a long thick tail sprouted out from behind her, swaying back and forth.
Taylor couldn't stop the giggle that escaped her.
Even as a hand as big as her lifted her off the ground and started squeezing her body, her giggles turned to full blown laughter.
Her torso shrunk in on itself as her form shifted and her arm stretched and delivered another strike to Lung, his hand unclenching just enough for her to snap her leg forward a kick him in the jaw sending him reeling backwards slightly. Taylor was still strong enough to hurt him, good. Her mouth watered, but she had to endure, she had to actually deal with him first.
"ill 'ou!" Lung roared as fire was exhaled from his mouth, burning her too slow to have any real effect. Her body regenerated much too quick.
She really had won the power lottery hadn't she? Diving through the flames, she slammed an elbow on top of his head, shutting his mouth closed. Flipping through the air she kicked at him as the world around her fell away.
All that existed was her and the hunt.
Bang. Lung smacked her across the ground as she jabbed her fingers into his eyes.
Bang. She put out the fire with blasts of her energy as she flew through the air, keeping Lung from leaving. That weaker part of her reminded her that she couldn't let him leave.
Bang. Taylor ignored the figure and blue armor yelling at her to stand down and threw Lung into the sky to keep her fight from causing anymore damage, the last 2 or 3 city blocks a little more than a disaster as her fight passed through.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
She let out a laugh as she looked at the 13ft dragon that soared through the sky after her, this was fun! So much fun! Who knew that fighting could be such a thrill!
Her stomach grumbled.
But, she was hungry.
Her attacks had long since stopped being enough to hurt her entree really, he was regenerating too fast. But, that didn't matter much.
"I've finally decided!" Her voice was manic as her energy, which had raged around her like pink and black flames, shot up all around her illuminating the night sky.
Her entree flapped on metallic wings as he stared at her with ember-like eyes, his form so transformed that he could no longer even voice words.
A roar sounded through his mouth as he dashed forward at her fast... but she was faster.
Streaking forwards, she slammed into him faster than before as she grabbed him with both hands and dived towards the ground.
Aiming for the middle of an empty street, she laughed as his fists cratered her body only for her body to spring back to normal after seconds.
Crash! The sound of the earth shattering underneath them was delightful to her ears as she stood atop the slightly dazed food.
Her energy changed into a deceptively sinister bright pink as she tore her surgical mask off, her mouth watering as she pointed a finger towards her entree.
"You will sate my cravings!" Blasting a beam of energy towards her first real meal she smiled. Finally.
A huge cloud of pink smoke erupted from the crater they were in as the beam connected.
As the cloud faded all that remained was her, and singular red velvet cupcake in her hand.
Looking at it, her mouth watered as she opened it wide, revealing her much larger than normal canines, to take a bite. As her sharp teeth bit into the small cupcake she felt tears well up in her eyes as she brought a hand up to her face in joy, it was sooo good! Chewing it slowly, she made sure to enjoy the heavy and rich flavor of her morsel. As the bits of cupcakes moved over her tongue and into the back of her throat she swallowed, and let out a sigh of joy. Opening her mouth wide, revealing the fuchsia colored insides once more, she dropped the whole rest of the cupcake into her gaping maw.
Savoring the flavor as she chewed she noted an oddly spicy after-taste to the cupcake, strange but yummy. As she finished off the last chunk of the cupcake, she swallowed, her loud gulp audible. Letting out a moan of contentment she spoke.
"Delicious! That was so good!" She let out a giggle. "I... wait what was I doing?"
Her stomach felt... full.
Clarity returned to her.
Her eyes widened as she looked around.
Fire licked across the earth, rubble was strewn all about, cars were flipped and in various states of disrepair. It looked like hell.
Her lab coat had burned off long ago, as had her jeans, leaving her in the black pair of bra and panties she'd worn. The pair she'd specifically made to resist the strength of her other self on a whim.
She felt embarrassed.
She felt sick.
She felt numb.
She felt good.
She needed to go.
Taylor rose into the air, and shot off into the night sky, a pink streak of light following behind her.
When she got home she sat on her bed for a moment.
Her head clearer than it had been in months.
She'd lost control, but she felt full.
Taylor felt good.
She looked at the half-finished device that sat on the desk in her room.
She couldn't let something like this happen again.
Even if Lung was a villain she hadn't meant to...
No. She'd known the risks, she couldn't lie. Besides, it was fun wasn't it? And best of all we're finally full!
Taylor wouldn't deny that, but the damage she'd done outweighed the good she'd done.
Reaching into her closet she pulled out a set of black leggings and a matching t-shirt, recently purchased as her powers had brought upon a body that had made all of her clothes a bit... tight to put it succinctly, and slipped them on.
Going over to her desk she resigned herself to getting little sleep.
There was work to be done.
My ideas always require me to write a lot, so I decided to do something short.
*A story about Taylor being a lot like Android 21 for better and for worse*
1 - Maneater
My stomach grumbled in pain.
I was hungry.
So hungry.
It was hard to think clearly at times.
Why don't you eat?
"Taylor, what are you doing in the cafeteria? Don't you know animals like you should eat outside? Or maybe you'd like to eat off the floor?" Emma laughed. Her hanger-ons—
Come on now, she'd be so delicious wouldn't she? Maybe a Cookie? No, Cupcake! All her bitchiness would make for excellent frosting! Don't you think so too~?
No, I was in control. It hurt, but I could binge when I got home. A bag of sweets all to myself with the last of my allowance that hadn't went towards the ideas in my head. It was barely filling, nothing seemed to be as filling as it should be, but I had to endure.
"Good job on your essay Taylor I—" Gladly stupid grin stared back at me.
Why couldn't he tell that I don't care? I'm hungry.
"I see you're "helping" the Teachers, Taylor. It's the only way someone like you could get good grades after all. Why—" Emma's words droned on and on.
Shut up.
No keep going, then I can finally eat. I can't wait to sink my teeth into you~.
"Taylor I'm... I'm really worried about you—" Dad's words faded into static and all around me was nothing.
Nothing but me and her.
She stood there, long snow white wavy hair that was just as long as mine had grown recently. Her skin was a bright pink, and on her face was a malicious smirk.
Red eyes with black sclera stared back at my own grey ones.
She was me, but not.
"Come on. How much longer do you think you can last?" She smiled wickedly as she was suddenly behind me, hugging me close to her.
I had to do something soon.
Just a bite, someone who was bad, someone that no one would mind going missing. I'd have to do that again.
That wasn't so bad, right? Right?
.....
Nervous energy hummed underneath her skin, the night sky overhead as she walked through the neighborhood.
Her white lab-coat, a disposable white surgical mask, and a simple face-mask covering her eyes served as her costume, the jeans and shirt she wore underneath being merely something for comfort. Her power let off the chain just enough that her dark curls hung down to her lower back, the color a pale snow white. That didn't really matter though, what mattered was the fact that her stomach hurt, she was so very hungry, everything smelled so very delicious, they'd all make for some amazing snacks. Taylor retreated into the nearest alley-way as her breathing came out heavier, sweat pouring down her face as she clutched at her stomach. Slumped up against the wall she closed her eyes as she waited for the pangs to recede. Come on, just a while longer. She just had to make it a while more and then the device would be finished. She'd still have to eat, but she wouldn't have to consistently deal with this gnawing hunger that seemed to torment her everyday since she had gotten out of the hospital. Even when she ate so much food that she was sure that she should've been sick it was enough to maybe keep her fed for a few hours, sweets could hold her for a day if she ate enough. Distraction. She needed a distraction.
That hadn't been all either, she was so much more than when that had happened. For better and worse. She was stronger, faster, smarter. That didn't even account for her other powers. It didn't help her at all.
The shoves from Sophia felt like a baby trying to push a brick wall, she knew well enough to pretend different. She could probably punch a hole straight through her, but that'd be wrong. She wasn't going to stoop so low, not now, she'd endure this much anyways. When Sophia tried her tough girl act she remembered to act as if she was fazed, Sophia would merely try harder if she didn't get her way. The way she looked at her made her think Sophia knew something was off, unimportant. A delicious chocolate bar ripe for the pickings. Maybe dark chocolate? Bitter, but sweet.
Madison still annoyed her, the sweet and innocent act to cover her the sickly insides. The small pranks separately were nothing, but more and more they grated upon her. She'd make for a delicious scoop of ice-cream! Maybe even with cherries, yum!
Emma's words still cut deep when she was aware of the world around her. A hard choice, though I still think a cupcake would be nice. She's so bitchy that she might ruin the sweet, but she looks so yummy.
Her stomach grumbled again.
"Hey, girl!"
Her eyes turned towards the sound of the voice. There coming from further in the alley was a man. His pupils were dilated, the smell coming off of him a mixture of alcohol, sweat, and weeks of going unwashed if his clothes were any sign. His legs were shaky, his stance wobbly as he stumble a bit closer towards her, the scruffy hair coming out of his beanie and on his face a shade of grey that put the man as someone who had been on the streets long enough that he hadn't been able to groom himself for a long time. Taylor's eyes were focused on the pistol in his hand.
"Gimme any money you have on you right now!" His voice, was raspy, with a slight panic in it. His eyes a bit manic.
Hmm, he's a bit old, but I'm dying for a bite to eat! He'd make for a nice cream-puff, wouldn't he?
She ignored the voice and accompanying pang of hunger, and turned an eye towards the man glaring.
"Go away, now!" She couldn't see it, but she knew that her left eye had shifted as the tender grasp on her power's slipped just slightly.
The man stepped backwards, his hands trembling as he felt a chill run through his spine as he stared at her. She wondered what he was thinking. Why he wasn't running before she decided to eat him?
The resulting bang that rang out as the pistol, a 9mm she had noted inwardly, went off echoed in the small alley-way.
She wasn't smiling as she held the round that had been close to piercing through her chest between her fingers.
"Ah! Fuck, Cape!" The addict of a man finally decided that now was the time to run away, stumbling over his own feet as he ran out the opposite side of the alley-way, intent on getting as far away as possible.
Taylor's hands trembled for a minute, the temptation to finally sate her hunger warring with her desire to not kill what was clearly someone either drunk or on some sort of drug. It'd be easy to chase him, she was no Alexandria but she was easily much faster than any normal person could possibly hope to be. Clenching her hands tight, she grit her teeth. She could bear this for just a little longer, Taylor had endured this for this long she could make it just a little longer. Couldn't she? No, she had to. She just had to find something to eat.
"Hey, old man! The fuck are ya whimpering about?"
Her ears perked up as she shifted herself up off the wall, finally standing. Had something happened? As she shifted to move towards the noise, her nose twitched. What... what was that simply delicious aroma?
The sound of her own footsteps echoed in her own ears as the world around her faded becoming little more than static.
Step
Step. That homeless guy from before was getting beat up by some thugs in another alley on the otherside of the street. That was fine.
Step... the smell was getting closer.
Step.
The world around her was hell.
Fire.
There was fire everywhere. A hulking beast-like creature, Lung the weaker part of herself noted, rampaged throughout the the flames chasing several figures. Spotting one body on the the asphalt tearing beneath him as he changed more and more she grinned, he smelled smokey. She felt it start from her gut as it welled up from inside of her gradually, her too wide mouth smiling beneath her mask as she started to giggle. She could feel the energy beneath her skin, the same energy that allowed her to casually catch bullets, start to leak out of her, flickering across her skin like embers. She was so hungry.
She could stop Lung right? SO maybe...
Her form blurred as she dashed towards the hulking draconic beast, his form towering over hers at 9ft or so. Clenching her hand, she let out a scream as she punched at his chest.
Metal crumbled underneath her fist as Lung as lurched backwards from the force and then skid across the ground, digging asphalt up with his massive form as he gradually crashed into some worthless building and came to a stop.
Blazing eyes of fire stared at her own bloody red ones. He looked delicious.
She let the grip on her power loose as she felt herself change completely, her skin turning pink as a long thick tail sprouted out from behind her, swaying back and forth.
Taylor couldn't stop the giggle that escaped her.
Even as a hand as big as her lifted her off the ground and started squeezing her body, her giggles turned to full blown laughter.
Her torso shrunk in on itself as her form shifted and her arm stretched and delivered another strike to Lung, his hand unclenching just enough for her to snap her leg forward a kick him in the jaw sending him reeling backwards slightly. Taylor was still strong enough to hurt him, good. Her mouth watered, but she had to endure, she had to actually deal with him first.
"ill 'ou!" Lung roared as fire was exhaled from his mouth, burning her too slow to have any real effect. Her body regenerated much too quick.
She really had won the power lottery hadn't she? Diving through the flames, she slammed an elbow on top of his head, shutting his mouth closed. Flipping through the air she kicked at him as the world around her fell away.
All that existed was her and the hunt.
Bang. Lung smacked her across the ground as she jabbed her fingers into his eyes.
Bang. She put out the fire with blasts of her energy as she flew through the air, keeping Lung from leaving. That weaker part of her reminded her that she couldn't let him leave.
Bang. Taylor ignored the figure and blue armor yelling at her to stand down and threw Lung into the sky to keep her fight from causing anymore damage, the last 2 or 3 city blocks a little more than a disaster as her fight passed through.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
She let out a laugh as she looked at the 13ft dragon that soared through the sky after her, this was fun! So much fun! Who knew that fighting could be such a thrill!
Her stomach grumbled.
But, she was hungry.
Her attacks had long since stopped being enough to hurt her entree really, he was regenerating too fast. But, that didn't matter much.
"I've finally decided!" Her voice was manic as her energy, which had raged around her like pink and black flames, shot up all around her illuminating the night sky.
Her entree flapped on metallic wings as he stared at her with ember-like eyes, his form so transformed that he could no longer even voice words.
A roar sounded through his mouth as he dashed forward at her fast... but she was faster.
Streaking forwards, she slammed into him faster than before as she grabbed him with both hands and dived towards the ground.
Aiming for the middle of an empty street, she laughed as his fists cratered her body only for her body to spring back to normal after seconds.
Crash! The sound of the earth shattering underneath them was delightful to her ears as she stood atop the slightly dazed food.
Her energy changed into a deceptively sinister bright pink as she tore her surgical mask off, her mouth watering as she pointed a finger towards her entree.
"You will sate my cravings!" Blasting a beam of energy towards her first real meal she smiled. Finally.
A huge cloud of pink smoke erupted from the crater they were in as the beam connected.
As the cloud faded all that remained was her, and singular red velvet cupcake in her hand.
Looking at it, her mouth watered as she opened it wide, revealing her much larger than normal canines, to take a bite. As her sharp teeth bit into the small cupcake she felt tears well up in her eyes as she brought a hand up to her face in joy, it was sooo good! Chewing it slowly, she made sure to enjoy the heavy and rich flavor of her morsel. As the bits of cupcakes moved over her tongue and into the back of her throat she swallowed, and let out a sigh of joy. Opening her mouth wide, revealing the fuchsia colored insides once more, she dropped the whole rest of the cupcake into her gaping maw.
Savoring the flavor as she chewed she noted an oddly spicy after-taste to the cupcake, strange but yummy. As she finished off the last chunk of the cupcake, she swallowed, her loud gulp audible. Letting out a moan of contentment she spoke.
"Delicious! That was so good!" She let out a giggle. "I... wait what was I doing?"
Her stomach felt... full.
Clarity returned to her.
Her eyes widened as she looked around.
Fire licked across the earth, rubble was strewn all about, cars were flipped and in various states of disrepair. It looked like hell.
Her lab coat had burned off long ago, as had her jeans, leaving her in the black pair of bra and panties she'd worn. The pair she'd specifically made to resist the strength of her other self on a whim.
She felt embarrassed.
She felt sick.
She felt numb.
She felt good.
She needed to go.
Taylor rose into the air, and shot off into the night sky, a pink streak of light following behind her.
...
When she got home she sat on her bed for a moment.
Her head clearer than it had been in months.
She'd lost control, but she felt full.
Taylor felt good.
She looked at the half-finished device that sat on the desk in her room.
She couldn't let something like this happen again.
Even if Lung was a villain she hadn't meant to...
No. She'd known the risks, she couldn't lie. Besides, it was fun wasn't it? And best of all we're finally full!
Taylor wouldn't deny that, but the damage she'd done outweighed the good she'd done.
Reaching into her closet she pulled out a set of black leggings and a matching t-shirt, recently purchased as her powers had brought upon a body that had made all of her clothes a bit... tight to put it succinctly, and slipped them on.
Going over to her desk she resigned herself to getting little sleep.
There was work to be done.
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Great stuff so far!
should probably be hole.
UsurperOfTruth
Amateur Writer
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- Somewhere
Fixed, thank you.
Bonemaster
Bonespook
- Location
- New york
Well this has potential to go really well, or horribly depending on how they handle the fact Lung got eaten by a new cape. i doubt it'll happen, but I want to see Emma Sophia and Madision realize that Taylor is the onlything keeping her other self from eating them, and that they have not made it easy on her.
- Location
- Rhode Island
I love the idea and I hope you keep doing it justice! I wonder if there will be an eating contest between her and Glastig? They could be best buddies, assuming they don't try to eat each other.
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Anbuspider
Maybe there, maybe not
- Location
- Ireland
- Pronouns
- What/And/Where
Good chapter, very unique premise.
Have to say, I'm interested in seeing how this develops. Though what I really want to know is if Taylor has any of 21's Majin abilities other than the hungry beam?
Have to say, I'm interested in seeing how this develops. Though what I really want to know is if Taylor has any of 21's Majin abilities other than the hungry beam?
UsurperOfTruth
Amateur Writer
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2 - Beneath the Mask
When Taylor woke up, she prepared herself to have to ignore the gnawing hunger that she had grown used to.
Her stomach still felt full.
A reminder of her slip. A reminder of that delightful taste and sensation of swallowing an exquisite morsel.
She ran a hand through her hair at the thought. Those unfortunately still persisted then. If they hadn't went away then did that mean...
No. Those thoughts weren't her, period.
Grabbing the glasses on her desk, she slipped them on.
Taylor had replaced the lenses awhile ago, they were merely to keep an image. An image that could be abandoned when she used her powers, though it would be some time before she could reliably do that. As she was now, her Base Form for a lack of a better term, the urges she had to keep at bay were much less. It was probably the only reason she had made it so long. Regardless, her work was done.
The prototype Canceler had been completed, taking the form of singular golden ring on her left hands ring finger. Hopefully it worked, if it didn't she'd be back to square one.
That gnawing hunger that made everything else seemingly turn to static around her...
Taylor shuddered, but clenched her hands into fists, her knuckles popping.
She wouldn't allow it to happen again.
Getting ready for school she hoped things would be fine.
...
Taylor had come in something a bit more fitting her slightly enhanced figure instead of the long baggy shirts and hoodies she normally preferred, and the result was what she expected. With clarity and that feeling of elated joy that made me feel as if I was on cloud nine, Emma's words did little more than roll off her. Her lips flapped.
Flap. Flap.
Up.
Down.
Just like a bird.
The smile that came to her face seemed to stop Emma for a moment, the pause enough time for Taylor to push past her and step around the gaggle of hanger-ons that followed behind Emma like puppets, Sophia simply gazed at her. An inspecting look in her eye. It didn't matter though, Taylor wasn't hungry. She was calm, content, collected, cool, another c word that continued her alliteration. School compared to her other problems was minor.
The rest of the school day passed by in a blur, no interruptions. Worrying, but something she could deal with.
The public library was her new domain for the next couple hours, the curiosity for the fallout of her actions and underlying guilt enough to pierce through the cloud of content she'd been floating on.
Clicking onto PHO first she grimaced, it was as bad as she expected.
The fight she had with Lung/Red Velvet Cupcake had started somewhere in the northern part of the Docks. Far enough away that the damage that had been wasn't visible from where she lived, Taylor had made sure that she wasn't going to do any cape business near her own home anytime soon for good reason. Her Changer form didn't look that drastically different from herself and she hadn't been sure if she would stay sane if she changed. In the beginning she could, but as her damnable, gnawing, all-consuming hunger that made everything look so delicious and took all of her focus to just stay sane tick tock got worse, she found that changing almost made her drown.
Figuratively.
Regardless, if she lost control and someone did their due diligence, it wouldn't be so hard to put two and two together. At least that's how she thought it would go.
Taylor felt bitter, her chances of being a hero were becoming increasingly slimmer.
Regardless, several properties that had been active businesses had been caught in the resulting crossfire that had rampaged over several city blocks before she had managed to contain it to a localize area around a rundown area filled with abandoned warehouses. The sheer amount of property damage had to number somewhere in the $100 million range at least, though the PRT seemed to not have found a full estimate yet.
The more relevant piece was that the PRT had no idea where Lung had went, but assumed that he had either been defeated or fled when the fight ended. He had been super tasty!
More over, they were telling all civilians to keep an eye out for me and to call and quickly tell them about my whereabouts if they saw her. They were more than likely on the fence on whether or not she was a hero or a villain, if only because she had been fighting Lung, even if she was reckless about it. If they knew that she had to eat, and what she had to eat... Taylor was sure that idea would change quickly. The power to turn things into sweets, such an innocent power until you realize that she could also turn people into sweets as well.
Even more so because they were utterly delicious and she couldn't wait for the next time she got to eat something so fill-
No. Stop. She wasn't hungry, her stomach was full, her hunger was sated. At least, for now. No matter how mouth-wateringly delicious someone looked, eating people was wrong. But it felt so good~.
The comments were about what she expected.
ABB gang members saying that the "pink bitch" would get what was coming to her and that Lung wasn't dead. They weren't wrong, he was resting comfortably in her stomach where all good food belonged. Idiots saying that she looked hot (no she wasn't blushing thank you very much, you're blushing), PRT members saying she needed to come in for various reasons, even more idiots saying that she had to be crazy strong to be able to fight Lung when he was a 15ft rage dragon, and someone had their comment deleted for saying something that was apparently more 18+. That was... she was going to just ignore that. Taylor knew she was pretty, the fact that she looked like she'd aged up a couple years after she recovered and thus looked more like her Mom made her sure of that even if she didn't flaunt it, but she didn't think she was nearly pretty enough enough to be hot.
Emma was closer to that than her, regardless of how she felt.
The next hour she spent time scrolling through random threads to keep her mind clear, to just be normal. She delved much too deep.
She needed to clear her head.
Her stomach didn't rumble.
...
4 PM, there was a couple hours until Dad would get home so she'd decided to get some tea at a small cafe.
The place was cheap, and it's food was sub-par, but the coffee and tea they made was decent enough. More than enough to get her mind off of the things that she had seen when her scroll through PHO had delved deeper than ever before. How did someone fetishize her tail, and why? Okay, so maybe the tea wasn't enough to get her thoughts of such things, but at least it was good. She needed to think about things moving forward, things that she could tangibly do and tell herself that she had made a step towards doing something good. Being a hero wasn't something she could afford, the thought that her hunger might overwhelm her... it wasn't pleasant.
Until she could figure something out on that front she'd refrain from needlessly getting into fights, she had other skills that could be of great use.
As far as she could tell, excluding her Changer form and the Alexandria package she gained in it among other things, she was also incredibly smart.
Not in the same way someone like Armsmaster was, she didn't have ideas that would zoom through her head randomly or anything like how a Tinker might, it was more like she'd suddenly become one of those geniuses that you'd see in movies. She picked up on things incredibly quick, able to read and retain knowledge as if she was some sort of sponge. The knowledge then came together to form ideas like the one she'd had for a ring, a device that would monitor her powers and when she hit a certain threshold would stop her from slipping too far mentally. It wasn't a perfect fix, she'd still feel hungry, but she'd be clear headed.
So then the question was what could she do now?
She wasn't going to be villain. Too much temptation, and the thought of her Dad's face when he heard that once again she ate people and had turned to villainy to feed her hunger was enough for her to move on.
There was the independent scene to think of. The only notable person Taylor could think of that fit that model in Brockton Bay was Parian. Parian maintained her independence for better or worse by keeping out of all other cape-related business that existed outside of the work she did, as far as Taylor knew. She could assume that she faced critics from both sides, but more so that both sides wanted her but were content that she neither turned towards villainy nor heroism. It seemed slippery, like both sides were probably just waiting for you to mess up so they could "persuade" you that maybe you should come to them.
It was also her best option.
Her first idea was some sort of clinic. She didn't know much about the costs to start a small clinic, a place where she'd be able to make and prescribe medicine and other such things, but if she did the research she was sure that she could make something that would truly help others. Beyond that she'd have to do some research into the start-up costs, the time she'd have to spend, what rules and laws were in place for capes do such things, and whatever else the idea entailed. Her biggest concern was her Dad. How do you explain to your Dad that you suddenly had powers and wanted to use them to start up a small business while also omitting that your powers make people sometimes delicious sweets that you just wanted turn to candy and chew on and swallow and sigh at the feeling of them going down y- that was also a concern.
Those thoughts that weren't, couldn't be, hers plagued her even when she wasn't hungry damnit!
Calm.
Stay calm.
Sip. The tea was meant to calm you down, keep your head clear.
Sip. That was what the Barista had said anyways.
Sip. It was good.
She was calm again.
Her tea was gone however.
"Ma'am, is everything alright?" The barista in the shop she had went to had walked over to where she sat outside, her voice sounded nervous.
"Yes, sorry to concern you. Just some bad thoughts." Taylor fished a ten out of her wallet, a remnant from the couple other excursions into the night she had, and deposited it on the table for the tip. Giving the barista a friendly look she walked off.
"T-thank you for your patronage miss." The barista's voice called out from behind her.
Taylor ignored her, her own thoughts rebounding in her head as she thought through her options for the future.
As she walked along the Boardwalk she noted a girl with blonde hair sitting at another cafe just a bit down, as their eyes met the blonde flinched and turned away.
A flavorful smell pervaded the air.
Her stomach was silent.
But... she could always go for a snack right?
No. That wasn't her, couldn't be. She wouldn't allow it.
Dante Martins. Age 29. A Body Builder and Personal Trainer. Liked by most, he'd been a good guy for most his life. He'd tried to force himself on her on the night when her hunger had first overwhelmed her, he'd been drunk. In his wallet were pictures of kids and his wife. He'd been her first victim. The one that made her realize that... she forced herself to think the thought, that people could sustain her much more than normal food could. That people were filling enough to keep her content and rationale for days minimum.
Never forget. Taylor always made sure that she would remember her mistakes.
Between her clenched fists, fiery embers formed briefly before flickering out of existence.
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- Location
- Red Blood on Golden Shield
well, If she manages to make a clinic she will have many oportunities to eat.
I mean, with the desesperate people showing for healing and her eating being really fast and not leaving a trace, she could actually have a somewhat normal life...
I mean, with the desesperate people showing for healing and her eating being really fast and not leaving a trace, she could actually have a somewhat normal life...
Due to the law of significance this is either Tattletale or someone from Dragonball we might initially mistake for Tattletale. So I guess Coil's going to get himself ate.
So she's not going to work her way up the list of super tasty filling treats parahumans with kill orders then?
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UsurperOfTruth
Amateur Writer
- Location
- Somewhere
3 - Smells like Teen Spirit
The last week had flown by easily enough, it was Friday again.
She felt peckish.
Her mind was clear though.
Maybe she should finally decide on what treat to make Emma?
...Her mind was clear enough.
The jeers and petty words from Emma never stopped, but Taylor could see in her eyes that there was something more prudent in her mind. Regardless of the why, Emma's heart wasn't nearly in it and her hanger-ons could tell as well. Their words came less, and they only Emma's words that once cut so deep were met with indifference, the insults just seemed... beneath her now. Taylor had problems that were much more immediate than that. Watching Emma speak, insult how she looked, say how she was some whore, tell her how she was worthless, say how it was her fault...
Her fault her mom...
Calm.
Stay calm.
She was calm.
Calm.
Burning.
She wasn't fucking caLM!
She burned on the inside, her skin felt like it was on fire. Her knuckles popped as she clenched her fists, the fire inside of her that told her that she couldn't allow such words go, that she should make an example out of this bitch that would dare speak to her like this. It was only the control that she had honed for so long, the same control that had been tested for several months when she had went without eating anyone, that kept the molten angry fire that was her power underneath her skin. Her energy felt like it wanted to explode, explode and destroy everything around her until she was fine.
Tears streaked down her face like molten liquid against her skin.
This bitch wasn't was worth eating, she'd just give her indigestion. The world would be better if she just utterly erased her.
One punch. A single blast. And then, and then... Emma would be gone. Dust in the wind.
NO.
She was better than that.
She was better than Emma.
Taylor stormed off, barreling through the rest of the hanger-ons even as the sound of laughter echoed in her ears.
She wanted to eat someone.
.....
"AAHH!" Her energy flared wildly around her as she let out anger on the unfortunate wreckage that was the latest ire of the all-consuming, burning rage that made her vividly aware of the gurgling sounds coming from her stomach.
Crash!
She barely noticed as she changed, the snow white hair and pink skin merely given a second's thought as she smashed another hole through a rusted ship, her hands flaring with flames and the pink energy that powered her.
She burned and raged.
Taylor knew she got pieces from those she ate, pieces that told her about them, influenced her, made her stronger.
Lung had only made things worse.
Her leg sheared through the rusted hull of a container that had been stuck into the ground years ago, she remembered her Dad mentioned that it had been done so as a form of protest. For what, she didn't know nor did she care at the moment. Metal melted around her as her aura flared even more, the pink aura that had previously only been energy having become even more dangerous as it burned like storm of flames. Embers trailed from her as she moved, quick as lightning punching and shattering more and more, her hands coming undone from the sheer force she was and regenerating even quicker.
She burned hotter and hotter.
What the fuck was she supposed to do?
Her powers made her fucking eat people! And if she didn't she could only hold for so long, all it would take is one bad day, one little slip of the control that she prided her self on and then...
Dante Martins.
Regina Sutherland.
Lesley Woods.
Michael Coach.
Kenta Inafune.
They had all tasted so good, distracted her from how fucked her life was. She starved herself, made sure to temper the hunger by eating as much food as she could every now and then. It was never enough, her stomach always wanted something more filling, quality over quantity after all. Her Dad flapped his lips about how he was worried about her, about how she was acting different and she had to put on a mask for his sake. So that he could focus on getting better, and so that maybe he'd one day get over his fucking self so that they could be an actual family! He hadn't recovered, still hadn't, and she knew it wasn't fair for him, but she at least tried to move on and look where she was now? Taylor remembered the look on his face after she changed, the words he mumbled so low that they would go unnoticed, Mom.
Why?
She panted as her punches lost strength, coming tears glistening from the corner of her eyes.
Mangled, molten, and ruined wrecks lied in the aftermath of her wrath, the ground underneath her burning as embers flickered across her skin.
What was she supposed to do?
A crunch of gravel under foot shook her out of her thoughts.
There were vehicles, armored vehicles with the all too recognizable logo on their side. PRT.
Just two, but the riot armored form of men and women, the PRT Logo brazened across their uniform, was visible from the windows.
A blue motorcycle sat next to them.
Stepping towards her were a man in blue armor, another in red.
Armsmaster and Assault.
They smelled delicious.
"Hey, Miss," Assault stepped forward slowly, his hands up, palms flat towards her, "Not to stop your deconstruction plans, big fan by the way, but we were called out here to investigate sounds that were described as metal violently screeching in pain as its torn apart viciously and the roar of the flames from hell." He finished with air quotes. "Now, not to toot my own horn or anything, but I like to think I'm pretty good at telling when someones having a bad day, so do you wanna talk about it? I've been told I'm a pretty good listener, ya know? So is there anyway we can sort this issue out without us having to fight things out?" His last words a bit nervous as he looked at the damage all around her.
Cupcake? No, something different. Maybe something with cherries? No, she had it. Strawberry Shortcake~.
"Um, Miss, are you okay? You're drooling a bit." Assault took a step back, Armsmaster only a step behind him gripped the Halberd in his hands tighter.
It was enough to snap her out of it.
"Oh, um, yes, I'm fine. Well, maybe not fine exactly... I'm dealing with- I've had a rough time now for awhile. It's why I even went out last week to begin with, and then today things just..." She let out a grunt of frustration as her grey eyes stared at Assault. "Have you ever had life just sort of just decide to beat you over the head repeatedly and have nothing you could do to solve the issue?"
In the background, her ears twitched as she heard Armsmaster's voice, a low whisper meant to go unheard. "Confirmation of Parahuman, code-name Venus."
Assault chuckled a bit. "I think we've all had days like that before, where everything just seems to go horribly wrong and things just don't go how you want them to, no matter what. But, to have that go on for even longer than that? I can empathize. I'm sorry that you'd have to go through with that, but hey, you're still here right?"
"What?"
"Well, you're still kicking right? You haven't went all psycho, given up, or anything like that and whilst you were partly responsible for the damage during the Lung thing, that's practically water under the bridge. You're still alive, you're still living, so yeah life might suck right now, but that doesn't mean it can't or won't get any better eventually. And hey! I've had this Protectorate gig for awhile and I can tell you the benefits are pretty great, we'd be more than willing help out the gal who duked it out with Lung and got the big bad Dragon to go away. Or, even if you don't want to join, signing up as an independent wouldn't hurt either. Either way, it's our job to help with what we can, and if you need someone to listen to your troubles I got the number of a pretty good therapist too. So what do ya say see we get out of here, do some more of the peace stuff, and maybe help you out a bit Miss." Assault smiled, it was a nice smile she thought.
Taylor stood there for a moment, the words rattling through her brain.
It really wasn't that simple.
Nothing ever was, but...
It started from her gut and worked itself out from mouth in the form of a giggle.
Eventually she was laughing, her hands around her gut as she hunched over, her tailing swooshing back and forth behind her.
"That was hehehe so corny." She worked out in between laughs as she gradually recovered. "But, I appreciate the sentiment."
Assault pouted a bit, pretending to be upset but the grin on his face told otherwise.
Even if it was corny and sounded like something that came out of of one those shows that Greg would talk about in far too much detail, the words helped her cool down the rest of the way. Yeah she had a problem, a really big problem, but it hadn't consumed her yet. Not to the point where she had completely crossed the bridge where there was no possible return, though if they found out about the others... that could change. She was sure they wouldn't look past the whole, eating capes and people thing, anytime soon and chances she would be locked up at minimum. Taylor didn't let herself think about the worse case scenario.
Just more reasons she couldn't let herself be a hero, to repent for what she'd done and because her hunger was a danger to not just herself but those around her. Until she could figure out some way to manage it, Taylor couldn't let that be a risk. Today had reminded her of that, that she was always just one false-step away, one bad day away from doing something that would ruin her utterly. She'd already made mistakes before, she couldn't let another happen, not again.
She opened her mouth to tell them that she'd think about it, not a full lie as she was thinking about being independent eventually, but she had already resigned herself to a life of no heroics. Taylor needed to stay in control, and if her thought that other capes in particular were much more filling than normal people, she was unsure if she'd always be able to keep herself in check, to keep herself from turning them into delicious sweets to gorge herself on.
Instead of these perfectly valid thoughts, what instead happen was the loud grumbling of her stomach.
Her cheeks became rosy, the red standing in contrast to her pink skin.
"I, um, my powers make me very hungry so uh..." She looked away embarrassed.
Her first meeting with heroes and her stomach rumbles.
She wanted to die.
Assault took it in stride however, keeping a grin on his face. "We do have pretty nice cafeteria on base, and enough food to feed even the most Brutiest of Brutes, we can feed you and talk about the rest later, kay?"
"Assault, you know Director Piggot will-" Armsmaster was cutoff by a nonchalant wave of Assault's hand.
"Don't worry about the boss-lady Armsy, I'll make sure to handle it." Assault said as he started walking away, back to one of the armored vehicles behind them.
"You mean like the last time you said that?" Armsmaster's voice was blunt as he retorted.
"Hey! That was months ago!"
"It was 2 weeks ago."
Watching their back and forth, with Assault defending himself against the dry retorts of Armsmaster, Taylor was mystified.
Were these really heroes? They seemed normal.
It was nice.
"Hey, Miss, you coming or what?" Assault's voice broke her from her thoughts.
"Y-yes!" She quickly replied. "Though, why do you keep calling me Miss?"
"Well I don't really want to call you Venus, that's the name we came up with for you so far, because hey? Capes should get to pick their own names. The only other options were Miss, or Pinky, and I chose the one that was less likely to get me punched by the strong pink woman who fought Lung hand-to-hand. Though, now that we're on the topic, whaddya call yourself? I'm thinking something like Chameleon? Fuschia? Neapolitan?"
"Djinn. Just call me Djinn for now."
"Cool name, though it's probably taken by somebody in India."
"My database says it's not." Armsmaster chimed in, his motorcycle already running.
"Never mind, then. Well, follow us!" Assault said happily as hopped into one of the vans.
Rising up into the air to follow them, Taylor smiled a bit.
Maybe things were hard now, but that didn't mean she had to give up.
Today had started, but maybe things were looking up for her.
Even if only a bit.
It would be better if she had a delicious treat to go with it. Maybe the cities villains would satisfy her?
She ignored the treacherous thoughts.
Taylor wouldn't slip.
She refused to.
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Vozen
Magic Adventure Cat
- Location
- Seattle
...and with that, her fate is sealed.
- Location
- United States
She is so gonna slip
zhuull
SB still lying to protect Racists what else is new
Sigh, knowing nothing of the current goings on in DBZ I was drawn in by your promise of a cannibal protagonist. Leave it to that show to ruin even that idea with ridiculous magical sweets transformations.
- Location
- USA
Sigh, knowing nothing of the current goings on in DBZ I was drawn in by your promise of a cannibal protagonist. Leave it to that show to ruin even that idea with ridiculous magical sweets transformations.
Technically its not from the show. Android 21 was a new character introduced in Dragon Ball FighterZ.
UsurperOfTruth
Amateur Writer
- Location
- Somewhere
I mean, the closest DBZ gets to that sort of thing is 1st Form Cell who essentially drinks normal people through his tail in a kind of horrifying way. Funnily enough, I do have a draft of that somewhere, but it was about as dark as a "I definitively drain the life out of person; muscles, bones, organs, blood, and all to become stronger" protagonist sounds like it'd be.Sigh, knowing nothing of the current goings on in DBZ I was drawn in by your promise of a cannibal protagonist. Leave it to that show to ruin even that idea with ridiculous magical sweets transformations.
GameDragon
Too Hot To Handle
- Location
- Challenger Deep
To be honest, I kinda want to read that.
TheLastOne
Person of impeccable tastes (for destruction)
Sigh, knowing nothing of the current goings on in DBZ I was drawn in by your promise of a cannibal protagonist. Leave it to that show to ruin even that idea with ridiculous magical sweets transformations.
I mean, it's not like it isn't horrific. Even in the 'blast you to the next dimension' dub.
- Location
- USA
zhuull
SB still lying to protect Racists what else is new
It's OK, I've just been spoiled by that one Worm/Tokyo Ghoul fic, I think called Centipede.
Taylor accidentally takes over the Merchants after accidentallying the Merchant capes. Fast forward a month or so and it's all hail our new pepper eating overlord for Brockton Bay! 
Also she keeps Alabaster around to nibble on as an emergency food supply. He's apparently cool with this and has defected from the E88 in hopes of waiting out Taylor being jailbait.
Also she keeps Alabaster around to nibble on as an emergency food supply. He's apparently cool with this and has defected from the E88 in hopes of waiting out Taylor being jailbait.
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At least they'll be bite sized.Sigh, knowing nothing of the current goings on in DBZ I was drawn in by your promise of a cannibal protagonist. Leave it to that show to ruin even that idea with ridiculous magical sweets transformations.