Hello, all! This is my first submission ever on this site. I have been a lurker for some time, and felt like maybe I should contribute. I hope you like it! I'm excited to write this, and I'm really hoping to be able to post regularly time permitting.

Within the God Realm

Clusters of light roamed about the black void, appearing to be normal stars, but upon closer inspection were actually spheres made up of swarming tangible threads. Their light was unforgiving to those with the ability of sight, as the energy that shone from each individual thread was a three-dimensional embodiment of time. This energy was bright enough to completely blind a person continuously for an hour or more after viewing it.

Floating aimlessly, a female warrior planned her next move. She had been beaten thoroughly, and was coughing up blood from time to time. The loss of blood giving her skin a paler complexion highlighting the deep red markings that wrapped around her body. The markings laced throughout her body, but seemed to begin on both cheeks highlighting her green eyes. They ran from her cheeks, around the top of her ears, down her spine, and splintered off in order to wrap and end on the tops of her hands and feet. Her black hair was long and flowing fluidly in the emptiness of the black void.

She suddenly felt the familiar warmth radiating from a sphere. Redirecting her trajectory, she allowed her body to be enveloped into the silky threads. The light was comfortably warm against her cool skin, wrapping around every curve of the small female's body. While the blinding light that shone from the threads of time had hidden her, the light had also left her eyes blinded. Since she was originally a living being with eyes, being trapped in a dimension of gods left her at a slight disadvantage. Feeling the threads of time wrap around every aching muscle gave her a shudder, knowing that this cluster was only a brief oasis from Greeves. Snap! She groaned as some of the broken bones made their way back to their designated spots. The blindness was a weakness she could accept if it would allow time to fix her injuries. However, having lived here for over a century, the woman was able to adjust her senses and get used to blindness quickly.

Her body was sore all over but Greeves punishment began to lose its effect. Only moments before her body was broken. Many bones were shattered, and some internal damage would have left her dead had time not intervened. However, now she could move her limbs without excruciating pain. Time heals all wounds, and since time was as tangible as she was in this dimension, she allowed herself to drift into its healing light.

She hadn't asked to be here. She never asked to be a god, never asked to be beaten by Greeves, but it seems that destiny is thrusted onto some bitterly and with no apologies. She grimaced at this thought, and her often gentle face hardened with disdain. She loathed it here. Greeves had taken her from her previous life, taken her memories along with her mortality.

She felt Greeves approaching, knowing full well that he had never lost track of her, but rather, he had allowed her to heal for a brief moment. She could see his wicked face in her mind's eye and see his horrible smile. Her face flushed with rage as she imagined the stark contrast between his sharp white teeth and putrid green skin. His eyes, a solid black, always saw her, always knew what she was thinking, and was always prepared for whatever she was about to throw at him. He only kept her alive in order to beat her from time to time for his own amusement. She was strong, but this god had been around much longer than she had. He had brought her here to be a god, but to also feed off of her tortured screams.

"Midori," Greeves hissed at the woman recovering in the sphere of time, "how long am I to wait for your pathetically weak body to heal?"

"Not long at all!" Her scream of rage came as no surprise to god, and neither did her swift attack. What did catch Midori and Greeves by surprise was that one of her fists actually collided with his face and splattered his purple blood out into the void.

Earth

Trunks smirked as he watched Goten fall flat on his back and skid away. "Come on, Goten. Give me a challenge!"

Goten regained his footing and sprang back towards his friend. They had been sparring for hours, and Goten was beginning waver. A flash of frustration appeared on the younger saiyans face. He needed to be strong enough. Trunks had delayed his training in order for Goten to catch up to him in level. Everything was at a standstill until Goten could raise his power level. He began spraying punches onto the violet haired man who stood in front of him. Sadly, none of Goten's punches were successful.

"COME ON!" Goten's frustrated scream resonated on the surrounding mountains causing any wildlife whom had dared to remain near the battling saiyans to flee.

The rush of emotion allowed Goten to move slightly faster. This caught Trunks off guard, and Goten's greedy fist took full advantage of it. Trunks was slowly losing his lead in this battle, but the smirk on his face did not diminish. As Goten was about to land his blow, Trunks switched from defensive to offensive by slamming his own fist hard into Goten's stomach.

"Ack!" Goten crumpled to the ground holding his stomach. That had hurt. Not only physically, but his pride was crumbling. He had thought he was close. He needed to be. After a moment of silence between the two saiyans, Goten stood up and stood in his normal fighting stance. However, the young saiyans eyes stayed glued to the ground. He had failed yet again, and he was ashamed.

"Enough," called Vegeta as he walked over to the two boys, Goku following closely behind. "It is not your speed nor strength that failed you in that fight, Goten. It was your mind." Both boys stood quietly listening to the elder saiyan. "Your frustration clouded your mind, and rather than concentrating on your opponent, you were concentrating on yourself. Your power level is has reached the point you need it at, but your youth is not allowing yourself to use it to its fullest potential."

Goten flinched at these words. He knew what he had done, and knew why he had lost. Sadly, his emotions flared too aggressively and often times blazed too out of control for him to handle. He desperately needed to mature in this area.

"Don't be too hard on yourself, Goten!" His father's voice rang in his depressed mind, and his eyes lifted to meet Goku's jovial ones. "You've worked so hard to get to this point. You made it to an unimaginable level of strength. You and Trunks both! That's incredible, and you should be nothing but proud of what you have done. Why I'd say maybe one or two more days, and you two will be ready for Super Saiyan God!"

"Come on, man," Trunks said, "I can't become a god by myself, now can I?" This rose an unexpected laugh from Goten, and Trunks beamed down at his lifelong friend.

"I don't even want to imagine how big your head would get," Goten played, suddenly feeling significantly better. Goten mockingly shivered and caught the other saiyans off guard. "I don't think the planet could contain it. Heck, I doubt the galaxy could! Just imagine, all those planets now having to revolve around your ugly mug!" Trunks laughed and wrapped his arms around Goten's head in order to give him a noogie. Trunks, Goten, and Goku laughed as Vegeta scoffed at them and turned away.

In a few days, there would be two more saiyan gods on planet earth, and this was a reason to celebrate.

God Realm

Midori and Greeves stared at one another for what felt like forever. Midori suppressed the shiver that had been trying to worm its way out since Greeves blood had soaked her fist. She had hit him, and she had hit him hard. The proof was in the whole in his abdomen. It had already begun to stitch itself back together, but Greeves had not moved since grabbing both her hands and shattering them. He stared at her as if he were trying to decide what to do next.

She ignored the screaming pain from her hands, knowing that she would be healed soon by time. No, she would not react, not show him the fear she knew he wanted to see in her eyes. Her mind had decided that it would wait here for whatever retaliation Reeves would decide was appropriate for her offense.

"Very well done, Midori," Greeves hissed. His body had not moved, but his vicious voice scathed her skin. "Heal yourself, and meet me in the Grand Hall." With that, he turned and flew away.

Midori mechanically moved towards the orb that had just healed her other wounds and placed her hand inside. The silky tendrils laced themselves over and around her fingers. CRACK! Her bones jolted back into place, and she allowed herself a quite whimper. While she would never let any other hear such a weak sound, she would allow herself to feel while she was alone. It was the only thing that had allowed her to keep her sanity within the endless night.

She used her senses to find the other four gods, including Greeves. When she was healed she headed towards the Island of the Gods, a mysterious hunk of land that floated around the void. As she approached she looked upon the beautiful palace that had been her home for over a thousand years.

She landed herself within the large gardens that sprawled out in front of the grand entrance, and her white gown billowed to the ground, suddenly effected by gravity. The gown covered her front but allowed her entire back to be shown in order to exaggerate the red markings that spread around her. The golden clasp around her neck was all that kept the dress in place. Her long black hair also fell, and laid mere inches above the ground. Midori sighed. Her hair had been tamed into a high ponytail before her battle with Greeves, but at some point it had fallen out. No longer having anything to tie it back she pulled it all over one shoulder.

Upon landing she had decided to allow herself to take her time. She needed a moment to prepare her for what was ahead. She had never injured a fellow god before, and she knew that this would probably not end well for her.

She treaded lightly on the gravel path. Every now and then she would reach out to brush her hand against a beautiful flower. Eventually, she reached the large mahogany doors. Taking a deep breath, and making sure to place her mask of disdain back on her face, she pushed the doors open and walked into the Grand Hall. In that moment she inwardly vowed that none of them would hear her screams no matter how much they broke her. That time of her life was over, for she now realized she had the strength to harm these demons disguised as gods. Her mask broke only for a moment as a smirk crossed her face.

One day, she thought to herself as she walked into the view of the other four gods, I will be strong enough to break them.