「The Gift of Immortality」
Dragon Ball Story: INSERT READER
╰➤ GENDER-NEUTRAL READER × DRAGON BALL CHARACTERS
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A warrior named [𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚], an immortal being, the sole immortal that lived in the lands of Earth and has fought to prote...
[TRIGGER] WARNINGS: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF GORE, BLOOD, & MURDER!!! MENTIONS of DEATH/DYING & SWEARING!!!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS IS THE LONGEST CHAPTER, UP TO 7 000 WORDS!!!
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|HUMANITY|
❝Sympathy, affection, fear—feelings can be very powerful weapons of persuasion.❞
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It has been a few years since I had thought of my plan; specifically, it has been five years, nearly a decade communicating with Lascell, and the experiments were less severe, only testing out chemicals or medicine to see the symptoms I would show. It wasn't too much since my immortality; I would recover from anything poisonous or that would damage my body, although I was immune to sickness or diseases.
To be frank, as much as I despised being a lab rat, I would instead be tested for chemicals or medicine than the ones I had been to test out the limitations of my immortality.
"[First Name], you're spacing out again."
Lascell's voice resonated through the room, pulling me from my reverie. My eyes, drawn to Lascell's magenta eyes, I couldn't help but admire the depths hidden behind those irises, even as I struggled to suppress the unsettling emotions that clawed at the edges of my consciousness.
"Sorry, lost in thought. Did you say something?"
I replied. The room hummed with the soft hum of fluorescent lights overhead, and the antiseptic scent of the laboratory mingled with the faint traces of chemicals.
"Yes, I asked what the best time of your life was?"
Lascell's questions had evolved from casual banter to delve into my memories. I tread carefully, revealing fragments while guarding the secrets of my age and experiences. His question hung in the air, a bridge to deeper conversations. Memories, ancient and vivid, flickered in my mind like candle flames, casting shadows of long-forgotten companionship.
"It's a difficult one... but I believe it is when I had a group of friends, and we had our first drink together."
I began, a wistful smile tugging at my lips. Lascell's eyes gleamed with curiosity, pulling me deeper into the past with every passing word. "It was a fun night, wild," I reminisced, meeting Lascell's warm smile. His presence ignited an unfamiliar warmth within me, a sentiment I tried to suppress.
