A/U: Vegeta, abducted from Earth in the midst of a search for allies, has become a puppet: used against his will as a weapon, fighting for a cause he can't care about. His controller, an unwilling, sympathetic Bulma. Together, they try to break free from the bonds of slavery without losing hope, their minds, or one another.

When survival feels like all there is then love can take you by surprise. Fate, gold and railroads bring two women together in the lawless mining town of Clothier changing both their lives forever.

She'd come to Mitakihara with a storm at her back, and now again, the tarred skies waiting for the very last of something to trigger the flood. Certain it was going to happen, but watching for the when, regardless; the same kind of detached fascination afforded to a train careening across a movie screen, or a pitcher winding up on the mound, or the climax of a song.

There is a faceless, woman-shaped shadow where the memory of his mother lives.

"I will give you a home, my king." (Pre-Buu Saga)

At times like these, they aren't the Young Avengers and the Runaways. They're just a bunch of kids enjoying life while they still can. -drabble collection in the works; canon pairings-

In the summer of 1898, Santana Lopez joined the J.P. Adams & Son Traveling Circus & Menagerie as it toured the states of the Upper American Midwest. She also fell in love with the knife thrower's daughter.

The last wedding Brittany went to was her own. Post 4x14 "I Do"

AU "The first time you meet her, you're not exactly at your best. In fact, this particular moment in time probably ranks somewhere in your top three worst days ever. Like, ever ever." M for coarse language and sexual themes. Three-shot.

"You eva' been to Boston, smokes? You know what it does to ya, growin' up poor in a shitty Boston neighborhood?" Scout watched patiently as his teammate squirmed in pain. "Growin' up like that, all it does is take kids an' turn 'em into junkyard dogs. Into guys like me."

And, okay, so maybe inviting Brittany Pierce-the blonde, spunky, perfect host of Animal Planet's most popular wildlife conservation show-to Africa to film an animal which may or may not even exist is the new stupidest thing that Santana Lopez has ever done, but, really, can you blame her? One-shot.

My father had given me a book with instructions to find you: your name and energy signature, and your last known whereabouts. He had an old photograph of you from your parents. As I had waited for you, I had filled the blank pages with my hopes for us. I took the book and a ship and left my life behind.

Sometimes the prey evolves, or at least learns how to issue restraining orders. Metafic.