(A/N: Thank you so much to nazwakarina150 and Kias for your reviews. :) And to everyone who followed and favorited this story. There's another forced lemon in this chapter, but I put a warning when it will come up like before. This is probably the most yanderish, (know that's not a word, lol), chapter that I've written so far. Probably not one of the better chapters, but I hope its still enjoyable. Zamasu's a little more harsh and rough in this chapter than he's been in others along with manipulative. As another warning, there is a mention of attempted suicide. Nothing graphic, but just in case this topic may make you uncomfortable.

On another note, Light Yagami and Zamasu should meet. I'm sure they'd get along. xD)

"My form is justice. My form is the world. Revere me. Praise me. This noble and beautiful...immortal and most powerful God...Zamasu!"

Takara's eyes were large and shaking. It was hard to take in what she had just witnessed. After managing to reunite with Goku and the others, she hadn't expected Zamasu and Black to grow tired of the battle where they would end up fusing their forms together to become a single being.

This new Fused Zamasu greatly resembled the Future Zamasu, but his build appeared more similar to Goku Blacks, including the hairstyle. Truthfully he didn't look that different to Takara, but from the expressions on Goku, Vegeta, and Trunks faces, his power must have greatly risen. And the beautiful shimmering white glow surrounding the Kai's body did have an almost heavenly look to it. Too bad the cruel grin Zamasu displayed didn't match the benevolence and pureness one normally associated with a higher being.

Unleashing an even more blinding light than the one around him, Takara winced alongside Mai and Bulma who she stood close to. A halo had formed above Zamasu's head, giving Takara the impression he was more like an angel than a God. And the power his new body had obtained had clearly gone to his head from the words he spouted next.

"Observe. A body that can infinitely increase in strength and is immortal! It feels good...This power that fills my body...This is true justice!" Zamasu declared proudly, shooting what resembled pink lightning bolts at Goku and Vegeta. They didn't come anywhere close to hitting the two Saiyans', proving Zamasu was merely toying with them.

"Trunks! Protect Bulma and the others!" Vegeta instructed the future version of his son.

"Do you think I'll allow that?" Fused Zamasu demanded coldly when seeing Trunks grabbing onto Mai and Bulma while he told Takara to take hold of his mother.

Takara nibbled on her bottom lip when Zamasu tried to launch an attack at Trunks, but was halted by Vegeta and Goku. Stepping away from Bulma and the others, the dark haired girl smiled sadly and shook her head.

"It'll be too much of a risk for all of you if I go too...I'll be okay. Just take your mother and Mai somewhere safe." Takara voiced, surprising the five when she was taking off in another direction.

Zamasu turned his focus off Goku and Vegeta for a moment when hearing the blue haired woman yelling out Takara's name, a smirk forming on his lips.

Yes. Distance yourself until I deal with these foolish mortals accordingly. I'll come for you once true justice has been served.

Chewing on a loose piece of skin that barely clung to her bottom lip, Takara stared off into the distance. It had grown ominously silent. Only moments ago the entire earth had been shaking simply from the intense fight taking place. Her attention having not left the direction where Vegeta and Goku had been battling Zamasu, she could make out the dangerous, yet strangely beautiful blasts they created despite making sure she wasn't anywhere nearby. Yet she could no longer see the Ki based attacks...

Her instincts telling Takara this was a very stupid idea, Takara gripped at the simple purple shirt she wore before rushing back toward the friends she had left behind. Goku and Vegeta must have defeated Zamasu, right? That could be the only explanation. The battle was just so harsh on them, that they were having to take a moment to rest and regain their strength. They might have even been discussing plans with the remaining survivors to leave this world and come to the past earth instead...

They hadn't abandoned her here, had they?

Perhaps leaving without her would have been the better option compared to what Takara had walked into. Her gaze first landed on Bulma. Takara thought the pretty woman had left the area with Mai and Trunks. So why was her lifeless figure laying face down on the earth?

Seeing Vegeta not far from his wife, body also completely still, his arm stretched out as if he were trying to reach for the blue haired female, something clicked into place. Zamasu must have brought Bulma back here. It was something the cruel male would do, and then he had killed Bulma in front of Vegeta. Takara could almost see Vegeta lashing out in pure anger, but his efforts were in vain. There were marks on the ground, possibly where Vegeta had crawled toward Bulma; mere inches from her before he too met his end.

Trunks wasn't too far from his parents. His body covered Mai's. Neither were moving, but it was clear Trunks had been trying to protect the woman he cared about. They had met their demise together...

The Elder Kai and Supreme Kai had also lost their lives. Zamasu didn't even show kindness toward his own kind, something that was honestly disturbing that one being could be so savage...

Tears filled Takara's eyes. Why had this happened? Was this some how her fault? She thought distancing herself from everyone would provide the strongest chance for them to all escape this nightmare together. So...why?

Her dull green orbs turning to the one person she hadn't come across, Takara unleashed a choked sob. Goku was still alive, but he was severely injured. One arm was missing, and blood was pouring from it. Earth's strongest warrior was barely able to stand, and Takara's lips trembled seeing the strength and anger in his eyes even after witnessing the people he cared about die before him.

Goku still hadn't lost the will to fight.

"Goku! Run! Please!" Takara begged, knowing he couldn't die too. If he returned to the past, maybe there would be a chance to save those who had died here?

Zamasu had stopped in his almost lazy pace toward the Saiyan warrior, turning slightly to look back at Takara as he was a little surprised to see she had returned. With his opponent having removed his attention from him, Goku took this opportunity to launch a sneak attack on the fused being. A startled cry escaped Takara's lips when Zamasu grinned at her, and she watched as he vanished on the spot before Goku could initiate his strike; a Ki sword having pierced a wide eyed Goku from behind.

Falling to her knees as she watched Goku's onyx orbs turn lifeless after he spat out a good amount of blood, Takara's body shook in a mixture of both sadness and fear when earth's strongest warrior fell face first to the ground. Not even Goku had been a match for the newly formed Zamasu. A hand moved to her mouth as more tears escaped her eyes, and she felt bile rising up when Zamasu sent a powerful Ki blast toward the east. He had killed off the few remaining survivors...

"Is there any need for such a disgustingly human reaction?" Zamasu uttered out with a shake of his head as Takara was on her hands and knees vomiting the contents of the last meal she had eaten.

Her throat burning and mouth left with a nasty after taste, Takara said nothing. Only a shrill scream escaped her lips when her eyes connected with Zamasu's. She hadn't seen his whole face before, but the right side had mutated into a purple and slimy substance. The sclera of his right eye had turned yellow and his pupil was now a purplish-red. Zamasu truly looked like the monster he was now.

"Oh, yes. I had forgotten about the damage they managed to inflict upon me," Zamasu spoke with a frown, lightly placing his fingers against his face. Creating a large white and yellow eye patch, Zamasu covered the disfigured part of his features with it. "This will suffice until I find a way to mend this ungodly set back. I assure you, I will not always look like this."

Takara said nothing to this. She stumbled to her feet and ran.

There was no where to go, she knew that. She just had to get far away from Zamasu. She had to escape from him.

"Why are you running, Takara? If this is one of your mortal games, you are far too old for that."

Ignoring Fused Zamasu's comment, Takara also brushed aside the burning that had started to build up in her chest. She'd run to the ends of the earth if she had to if it meant escape from her captor. How could the future her have ever fallen in love with a psycho like this? She couldn't understand it at all...

No. She supposed that wasn't completely accurate. Zamasu had done a lot of horrible things, but he had protected her when those men had invaded the cabin and at times had shown genuine tenderness. A part of her had begun to warm up to him a little. Yet now...

Seeing a cliff up ahead, Takara stared at it with resolve. Just one leap, and she would be free. Takara knew she would never see her family again. At least this way, she'd be reunited with all those Zamasu had inhumanely murdered.

Closing her eyes where she wouldn't see the ground growing closer as she fell, Takara was confused when she had stopped abruptly. And there was no pain. She wasn't sure if most people felt any pain after taking their life in such a way, so perhaps she had died so suddenly that she had already reached the spirit world?

"Foolish girl! Just what do you think you're doing?!"

Takara's eyes shot open at the two-toned sounding voice, and she stared up into Zamasu's one angered, still normal, gray eye. Her own green pupils filling with fear behind her glasses, Takara struggled to break free from the strong arms that held onto her.

"Let go of me! Please! I want to die!"

Her body being harshly and suddenly slammed against the hard and rocky ground, Takara let out a cough from the pain, body shaking like mad as she stared up into Zamasu's flashing iris.

"Do not ever say something like that to me again! Do you understand?!" Zamasu growled out, causing Takara to whimper. Seeing tears forming in her eyes, Zamasu unleashed a sigh and stroked at her cheek, ignoring the flinch she gave from his touch. "Why are you behaving like this? You should be pleased that a God such as myself has taken such interest in a being like yourself."

"Y-you killed my friends..."

Zamasu scoffed at this. "Friends? You would still refer to them in such a way when it took them weeks before they came for you? No. If I stand corrected, you went to them after I took you from the cabin when Trunks female tried to assassinate the former being known as Black. No one came to rescue you. They would have forgotten you in the end."

"N-no! You're wrong! That's not...true..."

Seeing the small amount of doubt in the dark haired girls large eyes, Zamasu smiled and cupped Takara's face romantically in his hands. "None of them ever cared for you the way I do. The only one you've ever needed is me."

Takara didn't say anything to this. Her mind was doing its utmost to shake away the negative thoughts that were trying to invade. That's why she wasn't sure how to react when Zamasu's lips connected with hers for her focus was elsewhere.

When it finally dawned on her that he was nipping and sucking on her full lips, one of his hands having left her face to trace across her covered form, Takara placed her hands on his chest and pushed him from her. How could he even think of doing something like this after he had committed such a horrible act?

"There is no need to be so withdrawn. We've done this before,"

"But I don't want this...!"

"So you claim. You protested before, yet still enjoyed my touch upon your body."

Takara only shook her head at this, shutting her eyes tight when she felt Zamasu placing feathery kisses on the side of her neck. His hand slithered inside her shirt, feeling the smooth skin of her stomach while his lips continued to nibble and suckle at her neck. The sudden feeling of something soft hitting her cheek caused Takara to hesitantly open her eyes to see that it had been a small pink petal. They were underneath a cheery tree.

When had he...?

"This was a special place for us before. I only thought it fitting." Zamasu voiced with a small smirk.

The raven haired female felt tempted to snap about how this might have been a special place for the future Takara and him, but that wasn't the case for her. These words never came out, a yelp of surprise erupting from her lips instead when Zamasu was easily ripping every piece of clothing from her body. It was terrifying knowing he could do the same with her at any time if he ever chose to dispose of her.

Lemon Starts

"To think a mortals flesh could be so soft. Or perhaps its only yours," Zamasu murmured as he hovered over the frightened female, his lips brushing against her ear while his strong right hand kneaded a breast.

Shamefully her face flushed with color, and Takara whimpered at the feeling of Zamasu's tongue tracing her ear. Her pink buds had hardened at Zamasu's touch, and her form trembled at the sensation of his palm rubbing across her nipple before he would return to squeezing the supple mound of skin.

Why does it feel like he saps all of my strength from me Takara pondered abashed since her body was completely limp to his caress. She hadn't been able to struggle the first time he had taken her either, and could only watch with hazy eyes as his hands felt every inch of her fragile figure-the unearthly being seeming to enjoy this far more than she was.

A startled cry left Takara's lips when Zamasu's mouth had abruptly started to lick and suck on her maidenhood. There was an almost desperation to his actions, and her body couldn't help but arch in pleasure feeling his tongue tracing the inside of her walls where she ended up gripping at the grass beside her, various mewls and moans escaping her lips as she was unable to hold them back.

When he pulled back, Takara let out a shaky breath of air, urging her body to distance itself from the immortal man. She wasn't certain if Zamasu knew what she was considering, but her thoughts at escape instantly left her when three fingers had slipped up inside her-a loud cry escaping her lips from the sudden intrusion.

Watching the girl writhe and mewl beneath him while his fingers stretched out her walls, searching for the best spots that would cause her pleasure while also prepping her for what was to come, Zamasu found himself chuckling. "See? You did want this just as much. You're body understands who it belongs to."

Takara's response was only a small indistinct cry, staring at the fluids that covered Zamasu's fingers with a glazed expression when he displayed them to her. Was that true? Then why was her body trembling with so much fear as she watched Zamasu discard his clothes? Maybe it was because the right side of his body was also covered with that purple substance? Or the fact that fusing with Black had caused a certain area to enlarge quite a bit.

"St-stop...please..." Takara begged, tears trailing down her cheeks that had lost their color.

"Shh. This will be less uncomfortable and painful than before," Zamasu cooed out, stroking her bare arms before lifting them above Takara's head.

"It won't f-fit..." Takara tried to argue, softly whimpering feeling the tip rubbing up and down her flower.

Zamasu only continued to shush her and he slowly pushed inside of Takara, hissing as her warm moist walls were already tightening around his cock. That didn't deter him in his movements, keeping at a slow and steady pace to allow the keening girl beneath him to become more accommodated with his new girth.

"This intoxicating heat...I didn't realize how much I missed it. How much I craved it!"

Takara's flushed features heated up further from Zamasu's slightly lewd comment, unleashing further cries and moans of pleasure from the drag and pull of his cock. His hands had left her wrists that he once had bound, squeezing and gripping at her breasts that bounced in time with her movements and causing Takara to wrap her legs around his waist where she inadvertently pulled him closer toward her.

The newly dubbed God smirked at this, easily lifting Takara up where she was seated on his lap; his nails lightly scraping at her hips as he forced her to bounce down on his rod.

It was as if a haze had clouded Takara's mind, and she could only cling to the male who was taking advantage of her as his upward thrusts became more powerful and fast. She didn't even fight against the intense kiss he had suddenly placed on her lips. Takara's nails did leave scratches on his back from her fingers digging into his skin, something Zamasu didn't register or seem to mind.

That familiar coil was growing within the dark haired girls stomach, and she pulled away from the intense kiss to catch her breath. Zamasu had taken to leaving kisses and adding more marks to her skin, but Takara had the feeling he was reaching his end as well from the growls and occasional groans that would leave the cold and arrogant males lips.

Bliss completely taking over her, Takara threw back her head with a slightly loud scream. Finding herself once again on her back, Takara let out a few tired whines when Zamasu gave a few more good thrusts, penetrating her as deep as he could before shouting his hot seed inside of her.

Lemon ends

Shaking as she tried to come down from her high, Takara trembled further when Zamasu had removed himself from her, resting beside Takara instead and pulling her possessively into his arms.

"You should rest. A mortals body is so frail," Zamasu said, his fingers tracing her back that glowed with a light sheen of sweat, leaving a slight ticklish sensation as he did. "I'll soon start the rebirth of this new world. And you, my Goddess, will be there at my side as I rule over it."

Not saying anything to this, Takara closed her eyes to try and suppress the onslaught of tears that tried to leak out. Once she might have wished to find someone who loved her so deeply the way Zamasu did. Now, she regretted ever wishing for such a fantasy.

She had become a prisoner of his twisted ideal of love. And thanks to it, Takara was now alone. The newly Fused Zamasu was the only thing in her life, and she had a feeling he would make sure this would remain so until the day she died.