"Lilác? Of all the names… and you choose yet another flower!" Vegeta's face had turned from surprise to complete disappointment the moment after I announced the name. He was clearly not pleased, but I couldn't quite understand why. "What's so bad about Super Saiyan Lilác?"
He face palmed, and after taking a deep breath, he explained, "It sounds so stupid! Why couldn't you just name it a color, like we did with Super Saiyan Blue? Names like these just make everything more complicated. Why, Lavender would have suited the color better!" Why didn't you just name it that?"
I scoffed at him, he was pulling a total Goku, which is just my happy little way of saying that Vegeta was stupid. "Are you insane? Lavender? That sounds like the name of a fox that wields poison or something crazy like that. I would never name this majestic form something that pathetic.
"What are we even talking about? Ugg, Vegeta! Your stupid, random comment has completely tainted my memories of this perfect moment. I'll never be able to look back on this moment with pride. You've ruined this one thing I wanted! Now, you're going to pay for that!"
"How arrogant of you." Vegeta coolly retaliated, and without wasting a moment, he quickly flared up into Super Saiyan Blue. He began to sink into a fighting stance, but surprising me, he instead flew towards me with a punch. It was almost intimidating, except for the fact that it was completely pathetic.
With the palm of my hand, I deflected it away effortlessly. He fluidly followed it up doing by swinging his leg in an ark, his heel on course for my head, but with two fingers I moved it out of the was just as easily.
He tumbled, clearly not expecting me to move as fast as I was now. Still spirited, he struck at me again and again some variation of an attack or ki blast, but I continually dodged or deflected it with ease. With every attempt, his blows became more wild and aggressive.
As he failed yet again, I crooned happily, "Do you still not see, Vegeta. It's futile to even attempt to fight me." Lowering my tone further, I whispered gleefully, "I doubt that even the Gods can compare to me now. What could a mere mortal like yourself do?"
He growled frustratedly, and began to throw a barrage of punches and ki blasts at me, losing the little control he had left. I didn't even bother guarding or evading them, the balls of energy defected off me, and each fist dully thumped against my chest.
"Fight me you coward! Actually fight back and hit me!" I narrowed my eyes. So be it. Loud thuds emanated from our area as I caught his next to punches in the flat of my hands, only for my fingers to close around his knuckles the next second.
"Coward am I?" I increased the pressure on his fingers, and he screamed in pain as I heard his bones begin to crack. "I am greater than you could ever be! Look at yourself, Vegeta. Your nothing compared to me now. I have ascended far beyond your comprehension." I sunk back into my base form, implying that I did not think him worthy of me.
He must of understood what I was silently trying telling him, because he yelled back at me with no shame, "You're wrong! I'm not the best person, but you're no different than Zamasu now! Kakarot was a thousand times better than you! You're nothing but an empty shell compared to who you once were!"
I loosened my crushing grip on his hands and he fell to the ground, defeated. I just leered darkly down at him. "…Believe what you will. I care nothing for what you believe." Unable to bear his presence any longer, searched for Trunks' energy, and tapping my fingers to my forehead, I used Instant Transmission to teleport to him instantly.
When I popped into existence beside him, he was still looking at the rising sun, observing the empty landscape emotionlessly. He seemed to not even notice my sudden appearance.
He must of though, because he said quietly, "This is the first time the sun has risen since Black first appeared. It's the first sign of a peaceful and prosperous age. I can't wait to rebuild our cities and increase our population back into the millions. A bright future is ahead of us."
For a moment we were silent, but then a disturbing thought came to mind. "Wait-aren't there like only a few thousand humans left?" He turned to me for the first time, and calmly answered yes. How did he not see the problem?
"Doesn't having so few people mean that future generations will have a shallower gene pool, thus leading to defects in them and having little to none genetic diversity, causing human evolution to stop to almost a standstill?"
He cocked his head, and said, "Whaaaat?" I scoffed at him, and crossed my arms temperamentally. "Haven't you ever heard of science, boy?" He gasped, and his eyes widened in surprise. "I thought science was a myth! What proof do you have that shows it exists?"
I was about to say, "Of course isn't a myth," but then a sudden thought occurred to me. "Hold on. If science is real, then how am I able to shoot energy from my hands? How can I fly?"
"No, sorry I was wrong," I replied back. "Science is definitely a myth. I'm not sure what I was thinking." I cleared my voice, and trying to forget what happened, I continued, "Yeah, about you staying here. Are you sure you want to do that?" Turning back to the sun, he answered, "Why wouldn't I stay here. Humanity's finally free. I'm finally free."
"Well, what's the point? You can live a perfectly good life back in our time, with no worries, and allies to help you in times of need. Everyone that has died here is alive back on our planet. Bring your girlfriend if you want too." He blushed heavily at first, but then shook it off and frowned at my in a confused manner.
"Why are you so interested in having me return to your time? What would you gain?" He stared at me intently, with a hint of suspicion. I wasn't quite sure myself. I suppose that I, well, respected him. He had stood up and defeated Zamasu when he was at the absolute peak of his power.
"I get a strong warrior that can help me when new threats come along. You get a peaceful world that you will never have to worry about again. It's a win-win situation." His mouth opened to protest, but I added in, "Bulma also wants to get to know you better; she's hardly seen you since you came to us."
Clenching his jaw, he firmly told me, "No. I've defended this world for too long. I can't just abandon it now, not when it needs me most." I scowled internally. Why was he so adamant on helping this piece of trash planet? I put on a flimsy smile and said soothingly, "Okay, fine. But at least come back one more time to say goodbye to everyone before you go permanently."
He remained silent as he pondered my suggestion in his head. "Okay," he finally answered. "I suppose it couldn't hurt. After all, I want to see Gohan, my mother, everyone before I go this time. Who knows? I may never see them again.
"But," his eyes narrowed and frowned at me. "I don't still trust you. You may not be Zamasu, but you're not Goku either. You're just… different. And I'm not sure it's for the better. So know that I have my eye on you.
I broke out into a confident smile. "Oh, I may not be as pure as Goku, but I am no sinner. Zamasu's intents on destroying mortals is frankly horrifying. All I wish for now is peace and reconciliation between our two kinds. Is that really so horrible?
He glared at me for a moment, but then his face softened and he said, "Fine. Well, if we're going to go back, then why should we wait any longer?" I nodded in agreement, and we both took off flying back down towards the garage containing the time machine.
Bulma was just finishing the repairs as we landed. Honestly, it was quite convenient for the story, because if we did have to wait, that would just mean more filler. Wait, what did I just say? It matters not; Trunks went to go pick up Mai, and I was sent to fetch Vegeta.
When I met him, he seemed oddly formal and polite, not at all like his usual self. I wasn't sure if he was just humbled, or if he was angry at himself for losing so easily and in such an embarrassing way, but regardless, he came immediately without causing any trouble.
Within an hour, we were all inside the time machine. Though it was cramped, we all fit (somehow). I adjusted myself uncomfortably as we passed through time, a spectrum flying past us in a strange, almost hypnotic way. Soon enough though, we landed back in my time, and slowly touched down onto the ground.
I was the first to climb out, and when I did, I was greeted by the angry and terrified faces of the Z-Warriors. What a pleasant sight. My old friend, Krillin, stuttered out, "B-Black! This means that… we're going to make you pay for what you did to Goku and Vegeta!"
"Shut up baldy, I'm right here!" Vegeta jumped down next to me. Utter bewilderment crossed the group's faces, as everyone climbed out of the time machine. "What's going on here," Piccolo said in his usual, gruff voice. "Why is Black here with the rest of you? And where is Goku?"
Everyone turned to glare at me, even the people who'd been with me in the future. I sighed and said exasperatedly, "Oh come on. It can't be that hard to figure out. Look at me, what looks different?" They examining me, but none of them saw the small color change. "Don't you see? My belt is blue." Piccolo scoffed. "So?"
"So, when do people's clothes change?" They all looked at me in confusion, but then Yamcha gasped. "No! Goku, don't tell me that… that you liked Black's clothing style, and that now you're following in his footsteps! Because, his taste was really ba-"
I grabbed his shirt and pulled him close to me until I was breathing in his face. I snarled in his face, "It's called fusion! Where's your brain, mortal." The Z-Warriors starred at me, dread prominent on their faces. I told them the story of Black's last ditch attempt to win, and how it had failed.
"But I am not like him. Destroying all mortals was his goal, not mine. I'm not as good as Goku, but it most certainly outweighs the evil within me." When they still looked doubtful, I protested, "I'm serious! I haven't killed you yet, have I? And really, there would be no better opportunity than right now.
"How am I supposed to prove it to you? Do you want me to go save cats on trees? Rescue people from burning buildings? Honestly!" They were all still silent for a moment, but then Piccolo pointed to Trunks and asked, "Well, if the future is safe, then why is he here?"
I just shrugged and said nonchalantly, "He just wanted to say goodbye to all of you. I tried to tell him that he didn't need to-" at this, he yelled indignantly, "Hey! No you didn't," but I ignored him and continued saying, "-but he was just dying to see all of you one last time."
He fumed at me in the background, and he opened his mouth to retaliate, but then little Mai came up, and crying tears of joy, said happily, "Oh, I knew you'd come back for me!" She just kept on babbling on about how ecstatic she was and secretly implying how much she loved him (which was just gross).
He stared down at her, his face growing redder and redder until he looked almost like a tomato. Finally, she detached herself from him, and noticed the older version of herself, who was glaring down at little Mai. A blush forming on her own face, she mumbled something and took off, running away.
The rest of the fighters surrounded Trunks and Mai, saying their goodbyes, and I slunk away into the shadows of the Capsule Corporation building. Every so often, one of them would shoot me a glace, but I ignored them.
When they were about to leave back for the future once more, I came back over, and briefly said my goodbye to them. Trunks looked at me with a more neutral face, but Mai's was venomous and loathing, but I can't blame her; she had been trying to kill Black for who knows how long, and my appearance was so similar to his.
After they disappeared into the future, the other warriors began to disperse until it was just me and Bulma. She still looking up at where Trunks had disappeared, and I could see tears forming on the edges of her eyes. Eventually, she wiped them away and walked over to me.
"Soooo…" She began to speak, but then stopped and an awkward silence came between us. "Do you want us to separate you two with the Dragon Balls?" I chuckled; I'd known that I would get this question eventually. "Not a chance. Since you've never fused, I'll try to explain this for you.
"When two people fuse, they never want to defuse, even if two completely different people, like Goku and Zamasu. It's because that the new being created, it's just that, it's a completely new being. And we value our existences. The whole idea of defusing is frankly the most horrifying thing to beings like me.
"Remember Vegito, way back when Buu was a nuisance? If not for the magic inside of Buu's body, then he would stayed fused forever. And if he had stayed fused, and you offered to defuse him, he would be appalled. Personally, I'm glad he did, otherwise I couldn't of possibly been born.
"On the other hand, I wish he did still exist, it was unbelievable how strong he was. He might of even been able to take on Fused Zamasu." She just blinked at me, and said, "Okay. You could of just said no."
I opened my mouth to respond the importance of this conversation, but suddenly a strong wind picked up, and a glowing sphere appeared in the sky. When it disappeared, the time machine was floating down onto the ground. The moment it touched down, Trunks & Mai jumped out, their faces a mixture of emotions.
I heard Bulma mumble to herself, "Their back already? I told them to visit, but this is so soon! What happened?" Trunks walked over to us, and in an emotionless voice, he said, "I don't know why, but for some reason, we…
"We can't get back to the future."
As you probably noticed, the comedy was a little more prominent in this story. The story will sometimes be more comedic at times, and at others it'll be darker, it just depends on what's happening.
I will try to keep the scheduled of once a week, on every Saturday, just so you readers know when a new chapter will be posted, and so I can overcome my laziness a little bit. There won't be a specified time for now, just know: Saturday.
I have a better idea for what I'm going to do later in the story, and what I'll do when I finally catch up to the anime.
Also, somehow I managed to misspell the title! How did I do that! So disappointing, and I forgot to post the Book Cover as well. It's there now though, and you can observe my amazing hue changing abilities!
PM (Private Message) me of any grammatical errors, and I'll be sure to fix them. I found a few last chapter, so there's probably some in this one too! Leave a Review if you want to say something and/or ask about anything else.
And one final thing; the Nameless God says that he's both good and evil, but actions speak louder than words. And this chapter shows that he's quite malicious.
AND NOW, Q & A!
CosmicArmor: my dude, you had gotten me so hyped, and then you killed it with the I'm lazey part. Now all I can do is scream in despair, and hope I don't have to wait to long for the next
Me: Trust me, I'm trying to overcome it! At least you know now that I have a regular schedule, so I hope once a week is enough to sate your thirst for decent DB fanfiction!
weekend7: Thanks for the update so soon.
Me: No problem!
Barrymanihigh: Hey great story. This new Goku from the sounds of it could give Jiren an interesting fight whilst in base form and definitely beat him as Super Saiyan Lilac. Super Saiyan 2 Kefla wouldn't even be able to beat Goku in his base form simply due to his experience as a fighter and his much more powerful fusion. That's of course if New Goku ever reminds Zen-oh about the tournament.
I wonder how New Goku is going to keep the promise he made to Zen-oh about getting him a friend to play with since he hasn't met future Zen-oh in this story.
Me: No way am I going to leave out the ToP! It's the perfect opportunity to show the Nameless God's astounding power! As for Jiren and Kefla... I have some interesting plans in store for them (Mwahahaha!).
On my Author page, I've set up a link to a bunch of people I want to thank; I would put it here, but this site doesn't let me.
These are people who have supported the story by either Following, Favoriting, or Reviewing, and those are the sort of things that invigorate me to continue writing, and I am so thankful for their support. Until next chapter!