Full colour leg sleeve tattoo of Dragon Ball Z characters, including Goku, Vegeta and Cell, shown from four angles on the thigh and calf.

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Dragon Ball Z characters leg sleeve

Thigh · Colour · Photo

Four photographs show a full leg sleeve tattoo of Dragon Ball Z characters, including Super Saiyan Goku and Vegeta, Buu, Cell, Android 17 and 18, Frieza and Trunks, packed closely together from thigh to lower leg. The bold outlines and cel-style shading are rendered in bright colour, with yellow hair, green and pink tones, and dark black areas for depth. The views are taken against a sink and a dark background, with the figures layered over one another across the whole composition.

Thigh Calf Trunk Leg sleeve

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, the lot of you, the barrier won't lift until the lamp goes on in the booth, and that's another hour yet. Mrs Pargeter has never once hurried for anybody, so you may as well hear about the night the crossing filled with fighters.

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They came over the ridge road in the rain, Ellis always said, a whole crowd of them jostling for the single lane. There was a tall one with hair up like a flame, which he swore was not paint, and a fellow in blue with folded arms who would not stand in any queue he had not been first in. Behind them a round pink creature waddled along humming to himself, and a green-skinned man with a cape of scales kept treading on his heels. Two young ones, blonde and sharp-eyed, walked at the front as if they owned the road, and a little bald monk went everywhere with his hands in his sleeves, very polite and very dangerous.

Ellis had the stamp in one hand and the ledger open on the counter, and he asked them for their papers. The one with the flame hair laughed and said papers were for people who could not fly. Then he lifted one hand a little, and the whole lane went quiet. The round pink one stopped humming. Ellis, to his credit, did not blink. He said it was one at a time, and the fighters, grumbling, formed one at a time, which is the only occasion I have ever seen a crowd of warriors keep to a line.

They crossed in order, each one turning at the far gate to nod at the booth, and by morning the lamp was still burning because Ellis had not the heart to switch it off. If you take that ridge road tonight, mind the bend, and mind the bald fellow with the sleeves. He will ask whether you have been polite.