Reviews of Breaking Limits: A DBZ Fan-fic
Breaking Limits: A DBZ Fan-fic
Archer_Phoenix
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If this is like anything to be a hero, then I know I will love it. So just waiting to the chapter count gets higher so I can binge it. I have to do that a lot because the amount of times i end up rereading entire stories because I forgot characters and the plot. Especially if it’s like 1 time a week upload. Can’t wait to read it though.
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If I wrote something like this... It would run parallel with the anime. Where Goku would meet his long lost older sister "Kumiko" after the defeat of Frieza. I have no intention of making cross-overs, kinda defeats the purpose of the lore of the anime/manga. But I do find inspiration from other writer's works.
This isn't bad, but it's not good either. The writing quality is great, and it's updated frequently. There are a couple of things that drag the story down though. Firstly, the protagonist's progression. The protagonist is growing strong very fast, but that's not the main issue. She's quickly befriending characters, and getting things from them. Other that that, they have no effect on the plot. It makes them feel two dimensional, like their only purpose in the story is to make the protagonist stronger. Secondly, the romance feels rushed. There's very little chemistry between the protagonist and the main love interest. It became more common shortly before they started behaving intimately. I can see there was an attempt at making it gradual, but the change still felt sudden, and broke my immersion. This is a good way to pass the time, if you haven't got anything better to read. I'll continue reading it, since it's got potential. I hope it improves in the future.
I can't wait for the next chapter to come out! I love the plot and constant interesting events. I am also happy that there is one more great lesbian romance online as well. It's a combination of most of my favorite genres! Sure, it could be better, but I love it so far and I'm really looking forward to further updates.
Ah, I must say that I really enjoy this novel the most out of your other novels (doesn’t stop me from reading them though they are still good). Anyways, just something about this novel makes me kind of wish it was complete so I can binge read it a few times. However, just waiting for each chapter to come out each time is also good since I keep on refreshing Webnovel hoping that another chapter would be out so I can read it immediately. The romance is picking up in the latest chapter which was something I was looking for. Also, on Bulma and Sarada character design is going to flow throughout the story. Anyways, keep up the good work and keep the chapters coming!
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"Years ago, when I was backpacking across Western Europe, I was just outside Barcelona, hiking in the foothills of mount Tibidabo. I was at the end of this path, and I came to a clearing, and there was a lake, very secluded, and there were tall trees all around. It was dead silent. Gorgeous. And across the lake I saw, a beautiful woman, bathing herself. but she was crying... I hesitated, watching, struck by her beauty. And also by how her presence; the delicate curve of her back, the dark sweep of her hair, the graceful length of her limbs, even her tears, added to the majesty of my surroundings. I felt my own tears burning behind my eyes, not in sympathy, but in appreciation of such a perfect moment. She spied me before I could compose myself. But she didn't cry out. Instead our eyes held and she smiled, enigmatically, fresh tears still spilling down her cheeks. I was frozen. I knew nothing about this woman, and yet, as we stood on opposite sides of a pool of water, thousands of miles from my own home and everyone I had ever known, I felt the most intense connection. Not just to her, but to the earth, the sky, the water between us. And also to the entirety of mankind. As if she symbolized thousands of years of the human condition. I wanted to go to her, to comfort her, to probe this feeling of belonging I had never encountered before. But I couldn't. Because I knew that if I spoke, if she spoke, that moment would be ruined. And I knew I would need the memory of that moment to carry me through the inevitable dark patches throughout my life. And so I watched her lower her hand, turn, and slowly walk to the shore opposite me. The rest of her perfect form was gradually revealed to me, and I held my breath as I watched her disappear behind a copse of trees near the water. I didn't follow her, in fact I turned around. I knew there was nothing else we could experience together that would be more perfect than that moment...and it still remains the most profound experience of my life"
