So like, 4 years ago I was making fanart to go with a fanfic writer’s DBZ fics in progress—trouble was, she kind of dropped off the map, and I can’t remember what handle she went by, or where she went. Bummer!! Basically, once things settle down after the Buu saga Goku finds out that Chichi got involved with someone else while he was dead, and spirals into a delightful OOC depression. We just like subversive Goku, I guess. (I drew so much subversive/neurotic Goku at that time. Considering how opposite of that he is, it was gratifying!) I blame it on Turles.
The glass bottle between his fingers twirled with the delightful ease of honed repetition. Amber liquid sloshed sloppily within: the last remaining kiss of alcohol in his numbing quest. After fourteen bottles of the drug, he was sufficiently intoxicated and floating freely, though no less numb than when the first lid was cracked with maddening anticipation. The mouth was raised to his lips and in a final mockery of lying lovers, the warm, pungent liquid slid down his throat with careful ease. He grimaced roughly, savoring the slow burn of the bourbon on his tongue and cheeks, and the bottle was laid once more against his calloused palm. In a stupor, he stared at it:
(These words were blurred to him)
His first bottle had been a gift from one of the old Turtle Master’s various travels. It had been bitter and sweet, heated, and exactly like a punch to the mouth. If nothing else, the pain and pleasure of the delicious beverage had been something he understood immediately. Once he had tried it, he’d never looked for anything else, and tracked his stash down with ease. Allowing the bottle a sardonic smirk in appreciation, he finally tossed it gracelessly to the whiskey graveyards surrounding the base of the blaze.
Basically Vegeta comes in and is like, THE FUCK. But being Vegeta, is still an ass. BY THE WAY, THAT'S ALL THE AUTHOR ENDED UP WRITING. SHE'S SO GOOD SO IT'S A SHAME.