【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】 a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
♛ refer to the list above for active muses. Second row are ones I'm not used to playing but would like to try! ♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line! ♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy! ♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go. ♛ Some memes for ideas: Random Scenario, The Fighting Meme, Soulmate Fuck Up, Secret AgentsMaiden and Monster, Kinda Stuck, Should Never Be Together, Big Fat Crush, Completely Pampered or basically any AU you've ever seen. For my characters with CRAU, feel free to do something with that too!
[And to think, it took people three years to figure out these two were related.]
Running from what?! [Vegeta doesn't stop Trunks from getting up, still angry at him for defying him. For being stubborn. For having decided on such a stupid plan immediately. For making Vegeta so very scared for him.] I told you, we'll kill Black! You can even land the killing blow if that's what it will take to help you sleep at night!
But staying on your own in a destroyed future is just pointless obstinacy! And I won't allow it!
[Because unlike Trunks, Vegeta's plan that he's decided on immediately is a good one. Because it's his. So that's what they're doing, he spent a whole five minutes thinking it over.]
[He's been running his entire life, and now the thought that he's expected to just give up and stay here is unbearable. He hadn't thought that his father would care enough to argue with him leaving to go be alone with his utter failure in peace.]
[Vegeta glares at Trunks in silence, immovable and stern. Then he closes his eyes and steps away.]
I'm not arguing with you about this. You're not going. You can do what you like in this timeline- leave the planet even, for all I care- but you're not going back there.
[Not where you can't go to them for help. Not where he can't know if you're okay.]
[going back to his decimated timeline to self-destruct quietly is a lot more difficult when someone you thought really wouldn't give a shit suddenly...is.]
What does it matter if I do?! It's not like you don't have your real son!
[Seriously, though, you didn't give half a crap about him the last time.]
[You wanted papa to love you, Trunks. Be careful what you wish for.
Vegeta's eyes snap open at that and he stares at Trunks looking rather shocked for a moment. It's been a while since he had to deal with his son not knowing that he cared about him.]
... Would you rather I let you join your "real father", then? [He looks away stubbornly.] Because I'm not about to let that happen.
[You kinda didn't let him in on that the last time he was here. I mean, you did attack Cell after he died, but.
Every other time you were kinda elbowing him in the gut and berating him. Sort of a tipped balance there.
He wants to give a frustrated yell and walk out the door, he wants to go find something to fight and kick the shit out of it, he wants to do pretty much anything but have his legs give out and dump him straight back on his ass, but, well, we all want a lot of things.
He growls in frustration and anger because, well, he's your son after all. Even if he's being a little shit about it.]
[Look, that was all a long time ago and he's learned since that he really does love his son and that he would sooner literally tear his own heart out than watch him be hurt. It's not Vegeta's fault Trunks' wasn't really present for any of that.
Vegeta watches Trunks growl in silence, twitching and fuming internally.] ... As far as I'm concerned, you're my son. That makes me responsible for your safety to some extent.
[Especially now that Future Bulma is dead. Trunks may be an adult but he's not that much of an adult. But those two sentences probably highlight more than anything else so far just how different this Vegeta is than the one Trunks met back then.]
... Whether or not you agree isn't my concern.
[Ah, there's the prince we all know and begrudgingly love.]
[It's really not fair to think 'then where were you'. His mother was the one who'd invented the time machine, and there was no reason to think that anything was wrong until he came back, beaten to within an inch of his life. They didn't have a time machine here. That he was aware of, anyway, unless they'd fixed the one Cell had come back in.
It might not be fair, but he's kind of doing it anyway. (Thus just proving the 'he's not that much of an adult theory.)
Well, now they're both pissed off and quietly fuming, great.]
[Your mother was responsible for Trunks when he was in their timeline. She died and passed responsibility on to Vegeta when Trunks arrived here. Now he's doing his job. What happens in the other timeline isn't really his business.
(But you can bet that if he'd known something was wrong, he would have found a way to get there and put a stop to it. But he couldn't have known, which is exactly why he doesn't want Trunks returning there.)
Vegeta grits his teeth and fumes, trying not to lose his temper again just from the lack of response. After a long moment of that, Vegeta finally snaps and just starts to walk towards the door.]
[What, exactly, can he say? You made your point fairly clear, even if he doesn't really want to agree with it.
He looks back up--the attitude is right but his concern is still so strange. When Trunks first came back, he'd thought that their relationship might be like this, when that didn't happen he'd been disappointed, then satisfied with the respect and care Vegeta had shown him.
He's confused, tired, heartsick, and hurting. Great combination.]
Yes, sir.
[It's not sarcastic. He just sounds tired and beaten down, which he is, so no surprise there.]
[Vegeta pauses in the doorway, overwhelmed by frustration. They'd been doing so well earlier, despite the horrific circumstances that had lead to Trunks' arrival. But he knows that if he stays here to keep talking about it, he'll just keep making things worse. He'll send Bulma in later to be the halfway decent parent and comfort the boy properly.]
... Remember to keep trying to eat. Yell if you need anything, someone will hear you.
[And with that he leaves, just barely stopping himself from slamming the door behind him. There's silence for a few minutes in the hall outside.]
[...]
DAMN IT! [And the sound of a fist going through a wall.]
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Running from what?! [Vegeta doesn't stop Trunks from getting up, still angry at him for defying him. For being stubborn. For having decided on such a stupid plan immediately. For making Vegeta so very scared for him.] I told you, we'll kill Black! You can even land the killing blow if that's what it will take to help you sleep at night!
But staying on your own in a destroyed future is just pointless obstinacy! And I won't allow it!
[Because unlike Trunks, Vegeta's plan that he's decided on immediately is a good one. Because it's his. So that's what they're doing, he spent a whole five minutes thinking it over.]
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[He's been running his entire life, and now the thought that he's expected to just give up and stay here is unbearable. He hadn't thought that his father would care enough to argue with him leaving
to go be alone with his utter failure in peace.]no subject
I'm not arguing with you about this. You're not going. You can do what you like in this timeline- leave the planet even, for all I care- but you're not going back there.
[Not where you can't go to them for help. Not where he can't know if you're okay.]
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What does it matter if I do?! It's not like you don't have your real son!
[Seriously, though, you didn't give half a crap about him the last time.]
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Vegeta's eyes snap open at that and he stares at Trunks looking rather shocked for a moment. It's been a while since he had to deal with his son not knowing that he cared about him.]
... Would you rather I let you join your "real father", then? [He looks away stubbornly.] Because I'm not about to let that happen.
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Every other time you were kinda elbowing him in the gut and berating him. Sort of a tipped balance there.
He wants to give a frustrated yell and walk out the door, he wants to go find something to fight and kick the shit out of it, he wants to do pretty much anything but have his legs give out and dump him straight back on his ass, but, well, we all want a lot of things.
He growls in frustration and anger because, well, he's your son after all. Even if he's being a little shit about it.]
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Vegeta watches Trunks growl in silence, twitching and fuming internally.] ... As far as I'm concerned, you're my son. That makes me responsible for your safety to some extent.
[Especially now that Future Bulma is dead. Trunks may be an adult but he's not that much of an adult. But those two sentences probably highlight more than anything else so far just how different this Vegeta is than the one Trunks met back then.]
... Whether or not you agree isn't my concern.
[Ah, there's the prince we all know and begrudgingly love.]
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It might not be fair, but he's kind of doing it anyway. (Thus just proving the 'he's not that much of an adult theory.)
Well, now they're both pissed off and quietly fuming, great.]
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(But you can bet that if he'd known something was wrong, he would have found a way to get there and put a stop to it. But he couldn't have known, which is exactly why he doesn't want Trunks returning there.)
Vegeta grits his teeth and fumes, trying not to lose his temper again just from the lack of response. After a long moment of that, Vegeta finally snaps and just starts to walk towards the door.]
You need to rest.
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He looks back up--the attitude is right but his concern is still so strange. When Trunks first came back, he'd thought that their relationship might be like this, when that didn't happen he'd been disappointed, then satisfied with the respect and care Vegeta had shown him.
He's confused, tired, heartsick, and hurting. Great combination.]
Yes, sir.
[It's not sarcastic. He just sounds tired and beaten down, which he is, so no surprise there.]
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... Remember to keep trying to eat. Yell if you need anything, someone will hear you.
[And with that he leaves, just barely stopping himself from slamming the door behind him. There's silence for a few minutes in the hall outside.]
[...]
DAMN IT! [And the sound of a fist going through a wall.]