Chapter 3


It doesn't entirely register in Zamaku's mind how, even after being witness to the tremendous amount of power that's resonating in the air, Supreme Kai still hesitates to immediately do as he is told. The hesitation may be a slight manifestation of confused fear from the puny purple deity, and he almost wants to strike the deity for it, but there's something inside of him that is…

Hmm, Zamaku begins to ponder while he stares at the god in waiting, how does he say it? He would dare question that some minimal part inside of him of seemingly fond of the little god? That is more impossible than it is unlikely, he answers himself in refusal, he couldn't begin to be fond of anyone that is not worth his strength, god or no god.

'I said now,' he repeats in a hiss, more to rid his mind of the pathetic thoughts of fondness, than actually remind the god of what he has to do, because by the looks of it, no repetition is needed.

In response to that, Supreme Kai hurriedly goes rigid and then clears his throat before looking to his left, to presumably the three people standing in a group there. Zamaku can see them from the corner of his eyes, but he still humours the little god and fully faces the group on the left.

'Bulma,' Supreme Kai starts shakily, his voice giving even more of his cowardice away, 'you can feed Gok- I'm sorry, I mean, Zamaku here, right?'

Zamaku wouldn't outright call the expression that befalls on Bulma's face, fear, no, rather, he would deem it terror, especially by the expression that makes her skin paler to the point where her blue eyes and hair stand out as incandescently bright.

'Why me?!' she exclaims at the god, that even the white of her teeth blind in comparison to the pale contrast of her facial tone. 'He has a wife you know!'

While he does appreciate the fear that he deserves being afforded to him like that –because no one has done as excellent a job as Bulma so far- he must admit that he finds the tone of her voice rather annoying, and well… unfit to pass through his ears. For a being as supreme as him, he would much rather prefer hushed tones and shaky voices that spell emotions out for him. Shrill shouts, are simply not fitting for his ears.

To get this point across to her, he searches to catch her eye, and once, a second later, he does, he unfortunately doesn't get to execute his silent threat, because at first contact, when Bulma's eyes meet his, she hastily tries to rearrange her features by placing a nervous smile on her face. It doesn't do much, though, he takes notes.

'What I mean is that,' she nervously starts, unsuccessfully trying to sound like delicate honey in its purest, 'I'm not near as great a cook as Chi-Chi is. Everyone knows that,' she ends on fakely high-pitched laugh.

Chi-Chi, his heart beats.

What's this? He questions himself with a small frown building on his face. What is the meaning of his heart beating for a name? Of course, yes, he knows who Chi-Chi is, but honestly, what's this? He'd been on the verge of appreciating how Bulma is properly showing him the reverence that he deserves, only to be disturbed by his heart thumping tremendously for one mere name?

His body and its organs must not be fully functional yet, he tries to reason with himself, his body must be overwhelmed by the amount of power flowing through it, and for that reason, it acts out at haphazard times. Firstly, his body wouldn't obey him to punch Vegeta, and then it let out a shaming sound of hunger in front of Supreme Kai, and now, it beat uncharacteristically at the sound of a mere woman's name, and a weak one at that!

Well, Zamaku thinks, keeping his frown in check, he is slightly upset with his body for being slow on the uptake, and while he'd like to let out how upset he feels, it wouldn't do to let it out on his own body. He'll have to use another outlet for his accumulating anger, and there's no better outlet, than the individuals hanging on to his every word and move, for fear of their lives.

'Just get me food now' he barks at the top of his lungs, feeling his due release leaving him as it should.

Following his harsh command, he distinctly feels everyone suck in their breaths, probably preparing for the worst from him. If he wasn't too busy fending off the last of his upset release, he would've reveled in their reactions.

'R-r-r-right away,' the small Kai stammers, barely managing to keep from jumping back. 'It's only that...'

'Speak,' Zamaku orders dangerously.

'I'll have to, uh,' Supreme Kai clears his throat right before he continues with, 'touch you to uh, take you to food.'

The pathetic deity, Zamaku studies his sweating face, he certainly looks as though he is hoping for him to say no, he would not degrade himself with allowing a weak one to touch him. How... endearing his terror is...

With his limitless power, he doesn't like the idea of allowing a weak god to touch him, but perhaps, that may be the perfect opportunity to instill the sufficient amount of respect into the deity, so that he will learn never to tarry in obeying a direct command again.

'Not for a second longer than you have to,' he warns, equally accepting that what has to be done, has to be done.


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'We're here,' the deity announces in his unchanging nervous tone.

At least, Zamaku takes a little time to think, for a weak god, the Supreme Kai has the speed ability right down to the end, because not even a second has passed, and they instantly appear in a flourishing world.

Beautiful.

That's the first thing that strikes him about this new world. Well, yes, he's seen it before, but never as Zamaku. He likes to see this world with colour and everything intact, unlike the destroyed city from where they came. This world, is simply beautiful to behold, dances around in his mind as his eyes wander from side to side.

With his eyes wandering, he catches sight of Lord Beerus, the Destruction god, and to his right, his ever-hard-to-read servant, Whis. He could almost smile at the presence of the two, because their strength and presence, makes this world even more beautiful to him, but with the way his body seems to be ill-disciplined to work in unison with his mind, he will not dare start the duelling challenge that he rightfully should. Although he'd give his thumb to test his new power against the Destruction god, he is in no position to yet. For now, he'll just have to take care of one minimal setback, and so he ignores everything else, to go straight to the woman he wants.

Only, on the way to her, he's suddenly attacked by something at his legs. He hears the word, 'Daddy,' before he gains enough sense to look down at his legs and register that the attack on his legs, is actually a hug.

He is being hugged, feeling more dismayed than disgusted, his legs are being hugged.

'Off!' he barks with disdain at the little thing standing between his legs, even though his feet are refusing to move.

After getting over a little of the initial dismay, his mind begins to get upset, because not only are his feet refusing to move, his legs are doing nothing at all to easily shake the little thing off him. Upsetting him more, the little thing looks up at him wearing a confused expression on his face.

'Off, I said,' he repeats to answer the confused thing.

Those blankly innocent eyes with a twinkle in them, Zamaku observes, that delinquent hair, standing up in every direction that it pleases, and that quiet, quite undetectable soft resemblance to… Chi-Chi?

Thump!

And there his heart goes again, doing that senseless thing of beating for no apparent reason, because really, what could be there to beat about? A child, resembling his mother to a fine point where only he could notice it? No, his body is starting to more than just frustrate him at this point. He needs a moment alone with it.

His frustration, is really more that he can't use his foot to kick the little thing off him, because if he's being honest, there's some endearing feature in the little thing's expression, that makes it hard to be angry with him.

'Did you not hear me?' Zamaku demands of the little thing, and still his legs and feet refuse to do anything to free himself from the boy's clutch.

'But, Dad!' the little thing turns his confused expression into a wounded one, but he lets go.

The ironic thing is, however, when the little thing lets him go, he instantly –without warning- comes to terms with the fact that he actually liked the contact.

No, that's not true, he didn't like the contact. In fact, he doesn't like contact. He finds even the mere thought of an inferior person touching a supreme being such as himself, repulsively disrespectful and ill-disciplined, so no, he doesn't like contact. But, his body… his body that just seems to be uncooperative, liked the contact from the little thing that hugged his legs, and that angers him completely.

Again, to release that anger with his body, he properly grabs hold of the excuse of being called 'Dad' by the little thing, when he didn't even flinch the first time he was happily called 'Daddy.'

'Never call me that again,' he booms, even that the ground beneath his feet tempts to vibrate.

Suddenly, right after the words leave his mouth, the very woman that he'd been seeking to meet for a purpose to do with his stomach, comes before him, standing face to face with him. Oddly, he feels his heart do something like melt with relief at seeing her, but when his eyes perfectly meet hers, and he sees flames of rage in her eyes, he finds his feet moving him back from her, almost as though his feet know to give her space to be enraged.

He, Zamaku –and his feet- making way for a weak woman, simply because she has a blaze of an inferno shining in her eyes, which seems to be directed at him? Unheard of! In his right mind, he'd never do something as degrading as step back!

'You're not my Goku,' she says in a way that shows that she's just barely containing her anger.

Eyeing her carefully –having already assessed her- his mind thinks that for a strength less being in comparison to him, she sure is fast in thinking. He wonders with a slow smirk... What gave him away? Was it his shining luminance? Was it his supreme aura? His limitlessness? Or was it perhaps his unwavering confidence in his strength? Whichever it was, the time is in any case ripe for him to make a formal introduction.

'I am Zamaku,' he proudly announces in his smooth tone.

He doesn't need to shout it, because he is not a barbarian, neither does he need to whisper it, because he is not ashamed of who and what he is. His introduction of himself, came out just as patiently perfect and proud as it should've, no less.

'Zamaku?' the woman in front of him narrows her eyes at him.

However, without giving him measured time to respond, she moves her head to look around him to either something, or someone there. He would have to guess that she has her eyes on Supreme Kai.

'Zamaku?' she asks, surprise sounding out louder in her voice this time.

'He's a fusion between Zamasu and Goku,' Supreme Kai nervously answers her.

There, Zamaku thinks to himself, now that she knows who he is, it's only a second until the shock she feels for the news, wears off, and when that happens, he'll delightfully watch as her face goes even paler than it already is, and her feet carry her in a jump away from him. It's only that second of shock that needs to pass, and then, she'll shower him with the fear that rightfully belongs to his being.

That's what he'd originally thought would happen, except, when the shock of the news wears off for the woman before him, she straightens herself up to full height to evenly set her eyes on him. He'd been wrong, he realises, because no, she isn't anything close to being afraid of him. What she is, is one of those small red explosives, that are quite puny and non-threatening at first glance, but highly explosive when triggered to explode. He can see it on her face, and for some reason, his body is tingling slightly with the knowledge, that she's an alight dynamite getting nearer and nearer to blowing up.

'Son Goku!' finally comes out of her mouth in a high-pitched scream.

He doesn't know why, he only comes to realise that his feet have moved back from her of their own accord once again. Only, this time, he isn't allowed the appropriate time to think how treacherous his feet are being, because soon after she's inhaled a sufficient breath, she picks up with her shrill screaming again.

'Whatever came over you, to fuse with the lunatic who killed out little Goten?! I swear, I have half a mind to hit you, but I've never hit you in my life, so I won't start now. What were you thinking?!' she ends with repeatedly poking a finger on his chest.

How dare she!

'I am not Son Goku!' he retorts in an uncharacteristic half scream.

How dare she behave that way with him and make him feel something akin to guilt?! Has she any idea who he is, and what he is really capable of doing if he simply wanted to get his point across?!

'I am Zamaku! Refer to me as such. I am a supreme being, superior to all, and you will not-'

Sharply, he cuts off to draw in just as sharp a breath, for the reason that her hand stealthily managed to gently land on his stomach while he outraged his frustration.

'Goku,' she tells him straightforwardly.

It's not a question, just like it isn't some sort of test to provoke him. That name that she called him, is a simple statement that she's making known to him, and because of that, it dawns on him that this woman is really not in the least bit afraid of him.

The way in which she's looking at him daringly, and the way her touch evidently seems to have power over his body... And not just her touch... It's her name, and her emotions... She's clearly not afraid of him, but still, he is Zamaku. He hasn't allowed anyone to get away with calling him Goku, and he will keep it that way. If she means to threaten him by declaring him Goku to his face, then she ought to know, to be shown, that he is too superior to be threatened.

'Zamaku,' he sternly corrects her, making sure to add malice in his words.

She's insolent and disobedient. Clearly, she has no idea of his power, otherwise she would be shaking like the rest of her weakling counterparts are doing for the mere fact of his presence. She needs to be taught a lesson.

'You're right,' she evenly says, slightly taking him aback, 'you don't have light shining in your eyes. You don't have a smile on your face, and your words are measured, patiently waiting for each other, unlike my Goku's…'

So, he begins to think, she is starting to get it after all. Perhaps he won't have to teach her a lesson, just yet...

He would've thought that after recognising that fact, she would release her hand from his stomach, on the contrary, she instead presses her hand harder over his clothed stomach, and then leans forwards to bring her lips close to his ear. She has to lift herself up on her toes, but she gets it right to have her lips parallel to his ear.

'But,' reaches his ear as a cross between an alluring hiss and delicately challenging groan, 'let me tell you, that I've known this body since I was eighteen. I know every muscle on this body. I know of its every recklessly small scar. I know how to look after it. I know where to touch to get a response from it. I know how to touch it, to weaken it. I know how to have this body chase after me. And...' she pulls in a breath, simultaneously moving her lips away from his ear, to once again be looking at his face. 'I know how to properly feed this body's stomach,' she finishes with a teasing pat on his stomach.

As though on cue, his stomach lets out a loud growl, thoroughly embarrassing him, and that's when she shows him a sweet smile as she lifts her hand from his stomach.

Stupid stomach, he breathes in, it made it appear as though he succumbed to her. It made it seem like she has better knowledge and power of his own body, which is absolutely ridiculously stupid!

'So remember that for as long as you are in that body,' she innocently tells him through her smile, 'I will call you Goku.'

She has a sweet smile on her face, but... Carefully, he studies her face, trying to place her essence to the lacklustre appearance that she wears and gives off. He never would've guessed this of her. That other one, Bulma, yes, but this one…

'Come, Goten, we're going home,' she looks around him again. 'Someone has to eat.'

'Okay,' cheerily comes from behind them.

It must be that little thing that hugged his leg earlier. Why does the little thing have to come along too? It's curious of her, Zamaku thinks, and for that, he glares at her.

'Well?' she asks with a raised eyebrow at when she turns back to him.

In response, he gives her a blank look. What does she want from him now?

'I do not fly,' she tells him.

Why is she making that sound like a choice that she carefully crafted? And more importantly, what do her choices have to do with him?

If she thinks that she can challenge him, then she has another thing coming. He will not ever be subject to her. He's not that fallen that he needs to stoop to taking orders from someone that isn't worthy of even a fraction of his fighting time. If he wanted, he could let out a deep breath –not that deep, to be honest- to blow her away from him.

'That has nothing to do with me,' he gruffly tells her.

To deliberately spite her, he would've taken off flying, but then, she instantly gives him a cold look, and he feels himself freeze on the spot. He's not afraid, though, he's only…

'I see,' is all she says, and then walks away from him.

Hmpf, he triumphantly thinks to himself, and she thought she could make him cower under the weightless talk, that was supposed to sound like a threat. He'll show her. Because his stomach wants to eat, he will follow her, but she shouldn't make the mistake of thinking that she can equal herself to him, a supreme being.

However, he thinks as he turns around, he didn't like the way she said that. 'I see,' she said, as though she meant something very specific by that. No matter, though, he tells himself with his eyes set on the little thing lift her off her feet and then take off with her.

For the sake of getting himself in top shape to start becoming the legend that he is meant to be, he takes off after them.