what if Frieza didn't destroy planet Vegeta and Goku was allowed to grow up alongside his family fast forward to when he has Gohan but instead of being half Saiyan he is a full blood Saiyan this is his story on planet Vegeta
This is basically a trash bin of my trashy alt histories. You guys can suggest in the comments whether I should make it into a story or nah.
Once upon a time there was a man his name is grai who is very poor to earn money he work in farm, village and town and have enough money to handle his house. Every day goes to a place naiga to have soil one day he and his family went a museum he enjoyed a lot but it took a lot of money but he was not upset after 1 year He got a very nice job in an ad film and he earns $2000 per week he have to design ads bring model but if he can't do it then they will cut his salary, but he is honest and he did excellent work. One day he went to a desert it so hot but there was a very big tree and lay on the tree but suddenly he saw behind the tree was an art piece and it is marked that it is 1000 year age's art piece so he get surprised and he said that how could this be possible and he picked it up and put it in a taxi and went to an antic shop and he asked that how much is this art piece they checked it and said OMG this is $1Billion but there is a king aza it is his art piece and if you went this location then your destination will be at your left side and he give you $1.5 billion if you give him. And he went over there when he gave him the art piece he gave $10,000 cash and $1.5 billion check and he became a billionaire he opened 100 factories and other staff and at the last his net worth became $1.5 billion. This is how a poor became rich but don't think that everybody can get it always be honest.
You and Xinyan sneak out to practice for her next concert. But unknown to the two of you, there's been someone watching your every move, interrupting your practice session.there is a lack of xinyan content in general so heres crumbsposted on ao3, tumblr and quotev so posting here too lolbased on a yt playlist comment asjkfa-
(inspired by nation reborn by Scepter 2-1 actual on fanfiction)a semi fallout fan who began at Fallout 3 was suddenly transported into the universe as the most memorable villains of all time. now with the knowledge from the games, some mods from HOI4, and origins from the Storyteller. But the Wasteland has secrets even he doesn't know. Can he rebuild the True America as it would've been or repeat the original timeline?
In-Na is a typical Korean teenager with a dream of becoming a world renowned artist, The only thing stopping her is her social anxiety which makes her blog be anon...What will happen when a happy, transfer, bad boy Tae crosses her path. Want to know? Click on that read button. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © AnyaTinauer
Not everyone wants to meet the man of their dreams. Especially if it meant death. A short story contest entry for HGW's 100 Quirky Ways to Die. My COD will be revealed in the last round.
There’s this thing about my mornings; there’s also thisthing about turning around and finding the heavy, slow paced breathing of him.There’s also this thing about his hands that are on my waist, there’s also thisthing about his broad chest, the chest that touched my chest while I lookedinto his eyes while he gently moved into me. There are all these little thingsabout him that make up my mornings, and I newly thank the stronger forces to haveblessed me with this human being; people feel they’re still travelling, findingtheir place on this Earth, linking it to faith and destiny; but I have adifferent story to tell, all this time I’ve travelled, my journey ends everydaywith my mornings with him.Sometimes when you are in the middle of a decision and when both the sides are equally important; how do you decide? Do you breathe in, close your eyes, breathe out and openyour eyes and think you’re ready to make the decision, when the only thingyou’ve actually realized is that you still haven’t made any decision? Do youfeel the pain behind your decision? If you do, then you’re alive, you’re stillnot there, your journey waits to be ended with your mornings. All we really cando is wait; wait for it all to get better.Breathe in; close your eyes….wait, I’m not asking you to make a decision. As we get older, unknowingly we begin to use a lot of past tense in our conversations. “When I was…” “When mom would…” “That’s so long ago…” These days we mention of, were the days of protection,under our guardians, our parents, our well-wishers. From the point we are conceived tothe point we enter this world and henceforth, we are nurtured at every step, wecreate the most beautiful moments with our parents, our first walks, our firstwords, our first imaginary friend. Love made the bond stronger, love for othersright? When did love become a drug to please others? Am I questioning yourcurrent situation? Read more on the Sheza's journey of regret.