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3rd POV

Zamasu's silver eyes shifted as he followed the one known as Mai. He was led into an underground tunnel, the darkness making it difficult to see. The distrust was visible, as the mortals were rather paranoid of his presence, he could smell their fear. Zamasu's power was enough to cause fear within them, and given how Black's presence came out of nowhere, they weren't fans of others popping out of the sky.

Zamasu frowned."Where the hells are we?"

"This is the resitance's hiding place. Black's reign of terror has caused us to take to the underground to hide from his attempt to exterminate us."

"I see...Black has caused a lot of damage to this place."

"No kidding." She said, almost as if trying to lift the mood. Zamasu's cold expression caused her to drop any attempts to liven the mood to a more hopeful atmosphere and remained silent. He was still intimidating despite not being out to cause them harm.

Finally Zamasu caught sight of a glowing barrel, a sign of life."What is that?"

"It's a barrel. To signal where we are. I know it's...strange but we got desperate with Black chasing us."

The kai remained silent as he followed behind Mai. He took notice of the mortals, most of them were either cleaning their wounds or suffering through pain of some kind. Others were huddled against one another, the slightest movement sending them into panic. He cringed at the sight before moving forward.

'Good Gods Black...What have you done?' He thought to himself.

Mai saw Zamasu's distrubed facial expression as he gazed at the weakened resistance."It's hard to be around, believe me. I see you aren't used to this. So many have died and I still can't get over any death that occurs here. I care about these people like they are my own family. Have you ever lost anyone you thought was family?"

Images of Gowasu's corpse flashed before his eyes. Zamasu's eyes widened in horror as the memories surged into his mind, causing him physical pain as he grasped his head, heavily breathing."Gah!"

"Are you alright?" Mai asked, confused by Zamasu's traumatised response.

Zamasu quickly regained control over himself as he slowly said."I'm fine. It's just...memories. It doesn't matter now. Just show me your leader, before it comes back again."

Mai nodded."Alright. He should be over here…There he is!" She pointed at a male with light blue hair and steel jacket. His hair was unkempt and bruises were fresh. He appeared rather injured. Alongside him was a woman with familiar features but clearly older in age.

Zamasu raised an eyebrow.'Is this man their leader? He doesn't seem like much…'

As they approached, the man turned around."Mai, you're back! Good to see you! Mom and I were wondering when you were going to show up. We were getting worried back there."

"Thanks for the acknowledgment. However, I have someone new to show you. His name is Zamasu, he's not from here as you can see. I'm not really sure where he came from, but I've never seen someone like him before. He's not here to harm us, in fact he wanted to see you."

Trunks blanked, a new person? He shifted his gaze, now seeing Zamasu looking down at him questionably."You're Zamasu I presume?" The tone was rather judgmental and suspicious, but given all the trauma, it was hard to fault Trunks for being weary of strangers.

"Yes, and you are?"

"Names Trunks. This is my mother, Bulma."

"Hi."

"Hello. Anyhow, I presume you are the one who leads this resistance from what your friend says? How long have you been down here?"

Bulma answered for Trunks."Almost two years...We've been on the run from Black for quite some time. He's just a monster, constantly hunting for us like we're prey and slaughtering as many as he can while still leaving some alive. As if giving the illusion we have a chance of surviving his onslaught."

Zamasu scowled."Of course. And I take that all of you are humans? How have you managed to fight back his attempts to slaughter you?"

"Well I'm technically half human…" Trunks admitted."My father was a saiyan, he's been dead for decades and honestly was more than likely an awful person. Though he managed to do the world one favor and create me for whatever means. I'm the only one who can fight, and even then, Black's just...he's just something else. He's a monster that can't be stopped."

"Black was a monster, much worse than I originally thought."

"Wait was?" Bulma asked, noting the tense Zamasu talked in.

"I...I killed him."

"What? How?" Trunks exclaimed."Black is dead!? How is that possible!?"

Everyone in the resistance turned out Zamasu in disbelief and shock. Clearly begging for more details, Zamasu was overwhelmed by the constant questions and gazes of the mortals.

"Zamasu, you need to explain. You seem to know about Black a lot more than we do. If what you're saying is true, you should tell us the entire thing. The idea of Black being dead is doubtful, so we just want to be sure." Mai explained.

The kai nodded."Alright. I'll stray from the beginning. Black...is another version of myself from a different had met this 'Son Goku' and stole his body with the Super Dragon Balls, before declaring himself supreme and killing most of the gods. Black then after some time, decided that it would be wise to recruit me to join his efforts of being Supreme. He...He killed m-my mentor….and…"

Trunks's expression turned into one of sympathy. He understood what it is like to lose a mentor, remembering Gohan before his death at the hands of the androids."It's alright Zamasu, we understand this is difficult for you. You can let it out if you want."

Zamasu wiped a tear away before shaking his head."No...I won't cry. I won't do that. As I was saying, Black attempted to announce a partnership between us. It was hardly a choice, else I would have been killed alongside everyone else. Black gave me a wish for immortality, and right as we were about to leave, I….stabbed him. And normally, I would have felt bad, but at that moment I didn't feel anything but satisfaction. But it was short-lived, as in his last moments he destroyed the Super Dragon Balls shattering any chance of restoring things back to normal."

Trunks cringed."Oh god. I'm...sorry Zamasu. Just know that...you did what you could. You can't save everyone…."

"I know, doesn't change the fact it still hurts…"

Mai frowned."I'm sorry for your loss, but your teacher sounded like a good person. If he managed to keep you from doing anything your other self has done, then I think he'd be proud of you."

"I see..However, you don't understand. I'm immortal now, and Black's mess has spread throughout entire universes. Nothing that you should be concerned about, but I'm the only one left of my people. It will be millions of years before other kais come into existence. So until then, Black's mess is mine to clean."

"Oh...Geez. That is awful. Black is more fucked up than I thought. I'm sorry you have to fix his mess Zamasu, it's not your fault. You deserved better than this…"

"All of us did. Though now that Black is no longer a concern for you, I hope you will attempt to rebuild civilization to the way it once was."

"We will-Ah!"

"Is something wrong?"

"Black screwed up my arm. The injury hasn't healed in ages. I think it's going to be permanent at this point."

"Trunks try not to move it."

"Let me see.." Zamasu took his arm before healing it. Trunk's disbelief turned out to be excitement.

"Oh my god! It's good as new! Thank you!"

"Don't mention it."

"Hey Zamasu, would you mind healing some of my comrades? If you don't mind? We'd appreciate it."

Zamasu was instructed and healed the other mortals. Thankfully healing was the one skill he was fully fledged in, so this wasn't a problem. The mortals thanked Zamasu for the good news, and as a gift, Zamasu cleared the air of the green husk that Black had encased on Earth, allowing the sun to shine brightly on the planet.

The earthlings cheered and celebrated, now examining the victory against Black and exclaiming their regards. Trunks, Mai, and Bulma both waved at Zamasu, who simply nodded in response before teleporting away.