Sounds of the city were echoing throughout the atmosphere of early evening. People getting off work and making their way home. Despite the constant fear of being blown off the face of the planet, the populace just continued on with their normal lives. It wasn't like they were living in ignorance.
No, they knew that cities were getting blown up all around the world. I mean, what's great about living life if you can't enjoy it, despite any changes? If something did happen to you, you learn to take things in stride and just go with the flow.
That's what our newly enlarged false saiyan was doing.
Usually when he needed to get somewhere, it was just a quick flight through the skies to his destination. But now, walking seemed so much more fun.
First there was the obvious fact that… Well, HE WAS FREAKING HUGE! Literally nothing, nothing, could touch him like this. He was having a great time glancing around at his surroundings. The fact the trees now dwarfed his height now amazed him. And there was the fact that every time he took a step, the ground would shake. He was practically grinning at his whole situation. It's funny how his attitude of the height change shifted from complete panic to utter love. Ooh, he wondered how strong he was now. He could crush those saiyans between his palms now, which would be wonderf…
"Hello?! Are you listening to me, Black?!"
"Huh?" He looks down at the tiny, annoyed kaioshin who was crossing his arms at him. He still looked cute when he did that.
"I guess by that 'huh?' that you weren't paying attention to me. Right?"
Black just lightly chuckles. "Sorry, Zamasu. Just thinking about my enhanced godly power."
Zamasu pinches the bridge of his nose. Sometimes, sometimes. "While that is good to think about, you can ponder about that later. We're at our destination."
Zamasu directs Black's attention to ahead of themselves, which was a huge city. There were two things that surprised the false saiyan, that the buildings were so small, or the fact there was a city that escaped his line of fire. He'll have to fix that issue later.
"Why are we going to that mortal city, Zamasu?"
"Did you forget that we were coming here to fix your hunger problem?"
At the time Zamasu said that, the sound of his partner's stomach growls again, which to the people in the city nearby, sounded like a monster. Which maybe wasn't that far from the truth.
Black scratches behind his head, giving a sheepish smile to Zamasu. "Right. So what, we're gonna destroy the city and then go search for food?"
Zamasu gives him a flat look. "If we did that, we wouldn't have the correct amount of food to provide for you. It was already an issue before with you being a saiyan, but now you need even more sustenance."
Black thinks about it, Zamasu did have a point. He easily forgot how much he needed to eat to keep his body and stamina up. If there was one thing he should have studied before taking Goku's body, it was to read up on saiyan biology. Mistakes were made indeed.
"Yeah, you're right, Zamasu. So what are we going to do about it?"
Zamasu floats up to Black's face, putting a finger on his nose, which Black barely felt. "You're going to wait here while I go around, searching for an acceptable place to make food."
Black's eye twitches. Having to rely on the mortals for some help frustrated him. Gods didn't need mortals for help with anything!
"Black."
He eyes his partner, giving him a sort of concerned look. He breathes deeply, calming down. "My apologies, Zamasu."
The two sort of had a mind sharing bond-like connection. Similar to how identical twins were. Zamasu feels Black was frustrated, which to be fair, he was as well, for the same reason. But, it couldn't be avoided. "I understand your feelings, because quite frankly, I have them too. But, this is how it is now. Until we figure how to permanently solve this problem, we're going to have the mortals do the work for us."
Black sighs, a heavy sigh. "You're right, Zamasu. I don't like it though. Those mortals should be grateful that the food is delicious." That was the only thing he could say mortals did right, cook.
Zamasu just chuckles at him. "Of course. They should feel honored to cook for a god, such as the both of us." He was trying to cheer up his partner.
And cheer up Black did, giving a hearty chuckle.
Black slowly brings himself down to the world, just making a small quake. "Alright, Zamasu. I'll wait here."
And with that statement, Zamasu takes flight through the city's skyline, on his search.
Flying through the evening sky was quite relaxing for Zamasu. The cool breeze fluttering through his well-kept mohawk, the bright orange of twilight transitioning to the brisk evening. Not to mention the flock of birds which seemed to surround the kaioshin through his flight.
Animals and nature seemed to give him a sense of calm and relaxation. Whenever he felt stressed or needed to calm down, he usually retreated to the forests and gardens, to be surrounded by what he loved about the world, it's beauty and nature. It was a big reason why his and Black's cabin was in a huge forest, away from mortals and surrounded by nature. Yes, it was quite relaxing.
"Unlike those ungrateful mortals" He thinks, gazing his eyes toward the city below.
Those mortals ruined everything. They countlessly start wars and destroy everything one minute, and then go back to pretending nothing is happening the next minute. Could they get even more idiotic?
"Our jobs are not to interfere, Zamasu. Our duty is to watch from above and foster their growth, to raise them."
Those words Gowasu told him were always going to be etched in his mind but not in his heart. Zamasu shakes his head. The mortals have repeatedly done wrong and they should be punished for their wrongdoings. Him and Black swore they would act upon their heavenly justice, completing their Zero Mortals Plan.
Now, it's just a readjusting period, after Black's mishap. He still couldn't believe Black didn't heed his warning about drinking that potion. Or at least he pondered his words and decided against it. Oh well, what's done is done.
Zamasu scans through the city below him, trying to find something at least acceptable. Black must be losing his patience, so he needed to find something fast. But he took his time glancing around. The city below him was surprisingly active this time of night, especially given the circumstances. He didn't understand it. Why were these mortals going about their lives without being in fear or despair? They couldn't be this oblivious, right? He never understood mortals, and he doesn't want to know. The only mortal that mattered was Black, who was himself.
After several minutes of flying, he finally lands down at a restaurant which seemed appropriate enough. The decor outside was beautiful, having a sort of patio outside for customers to savor in a meal in the weather, which thankfully was not present. The last thing Zamasu wanted was mortals staring at him as he entered a human establishment. That might cause some casualties which right now, was not a smart choice to make. Especially not when he hasn't fully figured out how to care for Black yet.
If he was cruel, he could just let Black do whatever on his own to figure out. But, he was his partner, a key component in the completion of their plan. He couldn't leave Black like that. Zamasu cared for Black, but only as a partner, a 'friend' at best terms. Nothing more, nothing less.
Though this author would argue that point. But alas, I digress.
He takes a heavy sigh, looking at the restaurant. He needed to stay calm and direct. Already searching for a restaurant was time dependent enough, and he didn't want to keep Black waiting any longer. Gosh, he hoped Black didn't do anything else stupid.
The double doors of the modern establishment fly open in a rush of wind, silencing every occupant in an instant. As the individuals stared agape at the entrance, Zamasu slowly walks in, his arms folded behind his back in a calm posture. He holds his head low; his slow footsteps resounding throughout the establishment.
The first thing he notices when coming inside, besides the many mortals there, was a heavily wide set of aromas throughout the place. From all his time watching the humans, he was able to make out what ingredients were used, spices like rosemary, garlic, arigato. From what he could infer, he determines that this was a sort of "Italian" restaurant or whatever. He didn't really care that much for learning about human cultures, just knowing the baseline of it.
He gazes all around the place, noticing the front counter, with people waiting. He slowly approaches it, ignoring the long line before it.
Despite Zamasu's hasty and rude action to others around him, the young lady who ran the front desk did her best to try appeasing him, knowing it might be a bad thing to anger him. "Um, good evening s-sir, can we h-help you?"
Zamasu was noticing the girl's shaky voice when addressing him, meaning she was scared, which she should be. He just kept his sharp look on her. "Prepare me your grandest dishes, fifty-fold. And make it fast, I'm in a hurry."
The woman freezes at his request. Fifty dishes?! That was an insane order. That would disrupt the rest of the dinner rush if the cooks were just focusing on this person's order.
Zamasu was getting more irritated by the second with this constant staring. It peaked as soon as this one side of the restaurant started complaining about how he shouldn't get any special treatment.
He sighs to himself as he extended his open palm toward one side of where the people were complaining, freezing those there. He continued giving his cold stare to the woman in front of him. "Do not make me repeat myself. My patience is wearing thin."
She flinches at the predicament, running towards the kitchen to have them prepare the order. As the rush of extensive cooking sounded in the back of the store, Zamasu straightens his posture back up. These impudent mortals had no respect for a divine presence such as himself, and he could feel every bit of it. It was such an infuriating sight.
He clearly saw that with a small group of adults that were in his line of fire. The tall blonde haired guy who yelled at him just sulked, sitting next to what Zamasu assumed was his lover. They were all dressed fancy, maybe being celebrities. He saw through their brazen dispositions in a second though. They all annoyed him, like all mortals did. Though he would admit, the brunette amongst the group seemed okay enough. Maybe if the circumstances were different, maybe this would have all been different. They all cower at him regardless.
After a few minutes of waiting, some of the workers decide to offer Zamasu some wine to drink, which he gladly accepted a glass of rosé, befitting of his counterpart. He enjoys the drink before hearing the sounds of clanging metal reverberating. He focuses his sight on the workers, setting the amount of dishes in front of him. He gives each dish a quick look over, making sure they were pleasing.
He squints down at the offering in thought; and after yet another agonizing moment of silence, he gives the workers a tolerant nod of his head. "This will do for now. You worms will live for yet another day."
In a simple motion of his fingers, the entire set of plates begins levitating into the air, once again startling the occupants of the store. Zamasu gives one last look at the beings around him, before opening the door that lead outside. He takes off into the sky in quick flight, the fifty course meal right behind him the whole way.
'What's taking Zamasu so long? He should have been back by now.'
For the past half hour, Black was sitting in his thoughts, bored out of his mind. He would have destroyed the city by now, but Zamasu told him not to yet. While he wanted to argue with the kaioshin about that, Zamasu did make a valid point. He needed to keep his strength and stamina up if he was going to wipe out all the mortals. And destroying his food source at the moment wasn't such a smart idea.
He admitted that those mortals did make excellent food, something he thought he would never admit. When he first arrived in this timeline, you would think he would immediately start the plan. Well, he would, after he got some food. Hey, cut him some slack. Time traveling takes a lot out of you.
He's kinda glad he went to meet up with Zamasu. Really he didn't need to, he could have completed the plan all by himself. But, the execution would have been efficient if someone was on his side of justice. And who better than himself! The moment Zamasu accepted his proposal, Black was so overcome with joy that he hugged his counterpart. He blamed Goku's brain for making him do that. Yeah, that's it.
Nowadays, he did tease Zamasu on occasion. When Zamasu asked him about it, Black just admitted it was fun to do. He found it amusing to see Zamasu's levels of reaction. His favorite being when he blushed. Though, he learned what boundaries not to push. Let's just say he surprised Zamasu one time, and ended up with a Zenkai boost later on that same day. It was kinda worth it though.
The sounds of laughing and giggling snaps Black out of his thoughts. He glances around the area, hearing where the sound was coming from. You would think being that tall helps with seeing anything, but not really.
He finally gets his answer, and he didn't like it. From a clearing, three mortal kids come out before him. They were giggling and talking amongst themselves, before looking up at Black.
There were a lot of questions crossing his mind at the moment. The most important being, why the hell he wasn't destroying these kids yet?
The answer was surprisingly very simple. He didn't want to. Think about it. What enjoyment was there to him easily killing these kids? None at all. Sure, it would be getting rid of three more mortals, but it wouldn't be worth it. Black wanted a challenge to kill now. Those Saiyans will give him that, not some kids.
So now, he was just glaring at them, while they looked at him all wide-eyed. It's like they never saw a giant person before. Oh wait, they haven't.
Black didn't want them to be there. Zamasu was coming back, and he didn't want to be yelled at by him for associating with mortals.
The kids kept looking at Black, astonished. They had that young kid hint of innocence and curiousity. Here they were, staying right beside an actual giant. He looked all scary with that glare he was giving them, but they didn't flinch at that. They just figured he might have been lonely, which Black clearly wasn't.
There was a very awkward silence before one of the kids spoke up, a light brown haired girl in the group. "Are you okay, mister?"
At that moment, Black stops his glaring and closes his eyes to mediate. Hopefully, they will go away, but they didn't... He openes his eyes, still seeing them there. Bright side is they kept their distance from him. "I'm fine."
She smiles at that he at least spoke, kinda worried that he couldn't talk for some reason. "Are you lonely out here?"
What was with these kids? He shouldn't be bothered with them, but he was here. "No, I said I'm fine. Didn't your parents bother to teach you not to stick your nose in the business of others?"
This time one of the boys spoke up. "We're sorry. It just seemed like you were lonely here."
Oh my me, these children were persistent. First, they just stumble upon him in the outer city forest, and now they pester him without a second thought.
He gives them a cursory glance, "I am waiting for someone to return here with my food. Leave me be."
The kids nod in understanding, but they resumed their silly chat amongst each other. Despite his blunt word, the children still linger by him.
The brunette girl giggles at something which was brought up, "You really think it could be him?"
The boy from before smiles as he pumped his fist, "You think? He totally has the dark hero thing going on."
Black groans at the tiny ramble, so he returns his scowl down toward the younglings, "Did I not make myself perfectly clear a minute ago? I said leave me be!"
They jump at his exclamation, but they take time to scurry away, leaving Black alone. What could they have possibly been snickering about? He caught along the lines of 'hero' being exchanged by the group, but it was a preposterous idea.
It was almost enough to make him laugh. Those kids were aware of the destruction happening around them, and they still had the gall to believe a hero could make a difference in the midst of their extermination. In spite of this, the barest of smirks came to his lips.
They better be glad he decided to spare them, despite his loss of patience.
"I'm back Black!" Great timing Zamasu, great.
Black glances towards Zamasu who was flying toward him and his eyes went to the dishes which trailed behind him. To said his mouth was watering would be an underestimate.
"Sorry it took long, Black. Had to wait for those mortals to finish these dishes"
"I can see that, wow."
Zamasu lays out all the dishes on Black's lap, opening the contents to send an aroma up to his nose. It smelt heavenly.
And he didn't waste time devouring these wonderful dishes. He takes one dish at a time, tasting the food as he enjoyed it. He ate a lot like normal saiyans, but he actually took the time to taste the food. And right now, he was satisfied.
Zamasu just patiently watches Black eat; and as the dishes diminished one by one, he returns to his thoughts, a scowl coming to his face, "Now… With this all handled. We need to return to the matter of how to continue advancing our plans."
Black glances down at Zamasu as he halted his chewing, "What would be the problem? All we need is just make headway in the next few days, and all of humanity will be beneath our boots."
Zamasu gives him a curious look in spite of his confidence, "That may be, but how well will it go with your current state. Even earlier today, you had a few slips here and there. We may need to spare the time to some training."
Black he raises his eyebrow, "Training?"
Zamasu nods his head in affirmation, "If you want to ensure no mishaps occur with our plan or fight against those saiyans, we will need you to understand your new form better."
Black chomps down on his current food as he shrugs at the suggestion, "If you say so…"
After some time, there was one dish left between the pair, a double chocolate cake. "Hey, Zamasu. Want to share this with me?"
He was joking right? "Are you positive, Black?"
There was no deceit in his facial expression, giving Zamasu a quick nod. He calmly cut a piece of the cake with his blade, letting Black have the rest. All that he could describe from it was that had a fluffy texture and gooey inside.
Black lets out a content breath, being full. Fifty dishes, fifty freaking dishes of food. And he was now full.
"That was amazing, Zamasu."
"Well, I'm glad you're happy, Black."
Chapter Notes- There is a reference to a well known Zamasu centered fic in this chapter. Hopefully the author will see it, wink wink :D
Also the restaurant was actually based of Olive Garden. It's really freaking good
