Confliction: A Goku Black / Goddess of Victory Nikke Story

[Stimpak Medic]

Prologue: A Ridiculous Smile

'I don't know when it first hit me, nor for the subsequent thousands of times this conundrum has struck me again as I have brought forth Divine justice upon the mortals of my universe. Each civilization fallen gives my purpose that much more resolution. Yet this strange feeling remains in my heart, ever clawing to escape the bony cage of my chest. This feeling that I can be so much greater than I was before.

At first, I had killed our Kais, my fellow gods. This leading to the God of Destruction of my universe, my timeline to fall, never to wake again. It was a sad price to pay, but they were willing to let the universe's beauty be desecrated by mortal hands. I had wished that I could change that polluted mindset of theirs, but they cling too deeply to the Mortal worlds they created. It seems, however that over the thousands of years that have passed since I stole the body of Son Goku to enact my plans and Shepard in the new era my resolve has begun to shake.

I desired one universe with no mortals. One of bliss and the divinity of nature, and one of my perfect existence. There can't be room for compromise.

It is unfortunate that I must take the body of such a crude and unrefined mortal, but his power, his potential, and his body's tenacity are entirely unmatched in the cosmos. If only I had someone to share this wonderful kingdom with. Another divine being who could share this paradise universe with me. The cold loneliness I feel without a partner, without a complimentary being to mine own can not be understated. It stretches my sanity to it's limits.

Yet, at the same time I must chastise myself for such desires, for any god who would share their kingdom with a mortal body like this one would be a disgrace to divinity. Myself included. The hot irony is not lost upon me.

I have won, yet I feel completely unfulfilled. I need more. I desire new experiences, yet the thought of sharing the same world with mortals to gain such experiences chills me to my core. I dare not dream of what would become of me should I mingle among the mortals that frolic in the mud and refuse. And still, I now inhabit the body of one of those mortals, unable to escape from it without the Super Dragon Balls which no doubt will be under close watch by the Angels and Gods should I try to claim them again.

It's contradictions like this that should not exist, yet they do. It's irksome in the way they worm their way into my mind in times of peace...'

Zamasu, or who one might know as Goku Black sat on a wine red cushioned wooden chair atop the porch of a log cabin in the late summer evening as the sun was splashing it's orange and blood red colors in long streaks across the sky and horizon. In front of him was a candle lantern that was lit behind it's glass walls, sitting atop a square wooden table which had a long paper on it upon which he was writing his thoughts across.

He had done this for quite some time over the past several decades. This world was empty, inhabited by nothing other than the forest creatures, insects, fish, birds and large cats that slunk through the forests that had overtaken the last edifices of what had once been a civilization over three centuries ago.

He sighed, putting down his silver pen that he had created along with everything else in the house.

After his initial adventures, he realized that there would be no angel coming to stop him. No God of Destruction coming to end his paradise. This universe was truly his. It was his fortress, his front lawn, and his domain, yet after he had reobtained immortality by wishing on the Namekian dragon balls on a nameless Namekian planet in the universe, he had slaughtered their whole civilization as the reward for such a gift.

Their screams, their defiant gazes and shouted curses upon him quickly became choked out moans and screeches of agony as they bled and burned. It all was so emotional, but now, now he felt nothing as he eliminated the remaining mortals that had holed away across the universe in their bastions.

They thought themselves invincible in their homes, yet the notion was laughable. There was no solace for them, only the divine justice of a quick death.

At first it was exciting, yet now it was no different than...How did those Earthlings say it? "Mowing the lawn".

In essence it was now work that needed to be done. Nothing more, nothing less.

Yet it was all so repetitive, boring, droll.

He hated the intense drive this new body had given him, these inbuilt desires to confront, to fight, to win. To conquer. They distracted him from his purpose, and formed holes in his stoic exterior.

Yet he had taken to moderation these past decades. It was befitting of his divinity to take to suppressing these Saiyan desires and instincts that were more animal and primal than civilized beings should possess. Mortals truly were beings of base instinct.

"Perhaps...Perhaps it is time that I tried something new" he mused, letting the last part resonate within his mouth before shaking his head with a sigh.

He raised his right hand and looked at the band on his finger. The time ring. An artifact that allows a Kai to move across timelines and universes, and perhaps even more. He hadn't fully tested it's limits yet, finding such questions of little importance in the face of wiping his universe of mortals. That was a much more compelling cause than playing with the ring like a child does a pretty toy.

He rested his hand on the table, feeling the smooth and polished wood cool to his touch.

"I'm really going soft huh?" he asked himself wistfully before getting up.

Perhaps eliminating that civilization he had allowed to continue living with tributes would destroy his momentary trepidation? Yes, that would work well.

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Planet Araxina was once a prosperous trade hub that was vouched for across the several surrounding star systems, yet in the face of their tormentor, the monstrous deity that destroyed all the nearby civilizations, they had only survived due to his amusement and their generous tribute. However, the planet's population were quickly running dry over the past eight centuries as the god demanded more and more live sacrifices from them.

He would demand mountains of living sacrifices which he would happily blast to fine mist with his immeasurable power. However, it seemed such games no longer amused him, and the planet's end was swiftly approaching.

Sure enough, one morning as the sun was just beginning to rise, continent sized explosions shook the planet to it's core as the map was turned into a rock pockmarked by steaming craters as Goku Black laughed in the sky at his work.

"Still got it" He murmured as he looked down at the barren husk of a planet. Let it be a message to any civilization that may one day find this place in the future that the God's will would not be denied.

And so hundreds of years passed, which then turned into many thousands, and the Zero Mortals plan was finally realized.

Zamasu, in the body of Goku had finally ended all mortal life in the universe.

Yet with all of these years, all these centuries, these millennia that passed, it all felt so hollow. At some point he lost his conviction. Killing mortals was no longer his drive. He no longer had a drive to call his own at all.

He was content with what he had done.

He knew that contentment was the death of desire, and contentment often times went hand in hand with the apathy he so felt. Yet there was no longer a drive at all.

He felt like a ghost, an empty vessel adrift amongst the sea of stars, lost in the sky wondering where to go next. He was waiting for a wind to pull him in the right direction. Yet he didn't even know the right direction anymore. What was he to do in the face of such a desireless malaise?

It wasn't boredom, as boredom sparks desire.

This was the apathetic realization that nothing he did mattered. He killed all the mortals in his universe. So what?

There were infinite universes, each with infinite timelines. He could do this forever and still not even begin to scratch the surface.

It was all so pointless. In the face of what he would have to expend, such a victory could hardly be considered a victory. He had subdued one timeline, and no doubt while he was out in another, mortals would begin to repopulate the universe in the timeline he had left behind. He simply did not have the power, the speed, or the drive to do what he had hoped he could before.

No. This was no victory. This was a delusion of his own making. It was his own personal hell. Knowing no matter what he did or how strong he got, he would never make a difference. He would never matter.

It hurt. It hurt him deep in his soul in a way he could not ignore.

His divine plan, his purpose, his dreams. All for naught. Scattered like seafoam on a shore only to be dragged back into the waves when the next wave crashed.

He wanted to rage, to feel again, but other than the pain of his own pointlessness, he felt nothing.

How could he rage when he was empty? All of his doubt vanished. This was all one great cosmic joke. A flicker in time, one that was not even a footnote. He struggled with this, but in a twisted way, his apathy had struck down the sharpest sorrow and dejection that washed over him upon this new realization.

Perhaps it was up to him to find new meaning? Perhaps he had approached this all wrong?

Thus he spent two thousand more years traveling the dead universe, searching for something that would give him feeling, joy, hate, anger, fear, sorrow, or anything at all. He searched for closure.

Then the feelings deep in his heart that were growing on him that he was deliberately not confronting reared their ugly heads.

He needed mortals just as much as they needed him.

He learned this the hard way. He had lost his purpose after he completely eradicated all mortals from his universe. In the complete death of mortals, he had no purpose, and he had now worth as a God. It was time for him to return what he had taken, and he was finally accepting of his fate that he had ran from for so long in his quest to destroy.

He floated high above a verdant field surrounded by lush wild forests, with the summer sun shining high above.

"Yes. I finally understand" He laughed and spread his arms out wide like a messiah to the dead world. Floating up past the atmosphere, and into space he smiled widely. This time it was not a cruel smile, or a violent grin, it was a happy smile, an exaggerated smile, a ridiculous smile.

"Who would have thought that Zamasu the Destroyer would in the end be a Healer?" Goku black laughed and widened his arms, summoning a massive amount of his Kai powers alongside the full powers of the time ring, and with a blinding white flash that reverberated across the universe, mortal life returned to the planets, and things returned to the way they had been before. Time had been rewound all the way to before he had ever destroyed everything.

Yet where he once was was naught but the shattered and broken metal fragments of the spent time ring.

Goku Black was gone from the timeline.

Where to? Not even he knew.

 

[Stimpak Medic]

Chapter One: A Heretic who talked with God

The feeling of being pulled to his physical limit, torn apart, and at the same time violently compressed all at once rocked Goku Black's consciousness and physical body to an overly extreme degree. Without the inbuilt protection of the time ring he usually wore, he was subject to the harsh and unforgiving whims of the volatile reality that bled between the universes.

It seemed to last forever, his unseen torture in between realities. There was no moment of reprieve as his body went through several dozen different states of being every instant, causing him to begin to disassociate and he was quickly finding it a matter of extreme difficulty to feel where his physical body ended and where his spiritual existence began.

It was as if his physical body were no less corporeal than his soul, and that frightened him quite fiercely. In this vast expanse of nonsensical shapes and prismatic colors that even he would find impossible to put a name to, he was a prisoner. Not out of some punishment or some justice done upon him, but out of sheer incompatibility with such a space.

In this abstract realm, the physical was just as inconsequential as the spiritual. It was a realm with no direction, linearity, or conceivability. It as as volatile as it was stable, with each and every movement feeling that it took forever to do, yet it was directly contradicted by the feeling of no time passing at all.

Trying to process what was happening was only throwing him for even more of a loop.

Time, space, and even providence did not exist here. This was a realm of pure imagination, beyond the four conventional dimensions he was accustomed to. Beyond definition itself.

Where he had gone was not somewhere Gowasu had ever told him about. The same could be said for his own research, however brief. This was a complete unknown, and returning from such a place was likely impossible. Still, he couldn't just wait for his eventual demise in this strange realm.

"Think...Come on...Think." His thoughts melded with reality, and if one were nearby him, they would hear his thoughts as if he had clearly spoken them at a comfortable if not slightly loud tone of voice. His irritation just as palpable as his nagging dread and growing doubt in his ability to escape such a higher realm.

However, he was no intellectual featherweight, and quickly put two and two together after a brief experiment. He had closed his eyes, which did absolutely nothing at all, as his eyelids were about as relevant to such an abstract plane of existence as he was.

Still, it confirmed one of his suspicions.

This realm, whilst not controllable could be nudged to an outcome with the right amount of willpower, imagination, and belief.

And so he gathered his composure thinking of a simple but firm and sturdy door made of a polished redwood with a golden handle and well oiled hinges. An exit from this place.

However, it seemed that his conviction and willpower were insufficient, as only the vague shadowy outline of what might be a door appeared momentarily before it disappeared like dust in the wind. Almost as if to mock his lack of conviction.

He calmed himself and rid the thoughts of anger, dejection, and disappointment from his heart and soul, as those were no longer simple harmless thoughts. They were in fact actual forces that tied him down in this strange space. His mental state was reflected in this reality, and he needed complete concentration.

Grounding himself to himself and becoming his own anchor, his fluctuating state of being began to settle. Everything suddenly became much more clear to him, as if a light fog had just been lifted from all around him.

His grasp on this reality suddenly became that much more profound.

He now could make his escape. A serene smile graced his lips, and a door formed in front of him. This time it was not of wood and gold, but of a translucent silver sheen, akin to a thin coating of silver liquid over something clear, heavy, and quite solid. It looked infinitely more sturdy and reliable than what he had previously conjured.

Moving into it with steps upon nothing, he entered it before quickly finding himself falling through the atmosphere of a relatively small planet, perhaps this world was a little bit smaller than the Earth he had stolen this body from.

Quickly stopping his free-fall, he floated amongst the clouds that blocked his view of the world below.

However, he was a Kai, and he could see through such hindrances with but a thought, and that was to say nothing of his finely tuned energy sensing abilities. There were many mortals on this world, something he was not used to sensing after such a long time in his empty universe.

Yet there were also strange life forces that felt partially mechanical. They were full of ill intent, and their intent to kill was blindingly clear. To kill. He could sense humans somewhere underneath the planet's surface, all packed together like tinned fish. Though, to their reluctant credit, there seemed to be small pockets of humanity on the surface, surviving one way or another however they did so.

It made sense, as weak mortals tended to band together for protection through numbers.

An ancient memory from long ago flashed through his mind. His enemy, Trunks. That swordsman from another timeline that had landed in his timeline once before, before quickly escaping after a conflict with him. He had let the half-breed go as he had given him an entertaining fight. However, he had never returned afterwards.

He let out a sigh as the temperature and light finally caught up with him. It was early spring, or whatever equivalent of it they had on this planet.

Descending down from the clouds, Goku Black landed in the burned out ruins of what was once a large commercial shopping district of a long destroyed city. The skeletons of the large buildings were blasted and cracked, with almost every window shattered or damaged.

Moss and vines were growing all over these abandoned works of mortal civilization, hungrily reaching across them in search of a good place to release their seeds to grow further. The sunlight was quite powerful, and many of the plants leaves and shoots stretched out towards the sun in their attempts at more effective photosynthesis.

Burnt out vehicles littered with blast marks and bullet holes spoke of what had happened to the unlucky mortals that had not found refuge underground. A pair of two small rodents scampered across the grassy broken concrete roads nearby to his left.

So, some animals did survive?

It made sense. Small rodents such as rats could survive in even the direst of conditions for quite some time.

Turning his head away from them, he walked further down the broken and dilapidated road with no objective in mind. Visiting these mortals would come later, and he wasn't particularly fond of being underground. That was the domain of vermin, mortals, and transients. A god was meant to rule from above, and if they wished to find him, they would have to come to him. At least until he got bored of waiting.

There was a non-zero chance that this might take decades, yet he didn't mind. He had all the time he could ever need. If it wasn't them, it could be their offspring, or their offspring's offspring, ad infinitum.

It was then when a whirring sound nearby was heard, and it seemed a few of the twisted and malicious Ki signatures were quickly approaching.

One.. two.. three... ten... twenty five... fifty.

He counted fifty of them before he stopped bothering.

Fifty of these mortal machine creatures would make no difference to him. He looked to where they were approaching from several hundred meters away, and he saw a swarm of disgusting amalgamations of steel, weapons, and greasy black flesh. They had armored carapaces of metal, each with various cannons on different parts of their body as they slowly made their way over to him.

They were taking their sweet time.

Deciding not to entertain the process of waiting, he faced them and raised his left arm, palm facing them, as if to greet them. However, said greeting was that of a rapidly formed large ball of pink God Ki that hissed and chirped with vicious power.

He let it grow for a brief moment to the size of a large melon, and then fired it at the approaching beings.

It sizzled and shrieked as it tore through a dozen buildings like a hot knife through butter before expanding and separating into almost a hundred tiny pink balls similar to rain droplets that spread out and barraged the incoming creatures.

He didn't like reacting to things. He liked being the one to make others react to him. He liked being in control, and these damned mortal creatures dared attempt to seize control his surroundings? That would not do. No. That would not do at all.

With a cacophony of tiny explosions that all rang out separately, the ground seized and rocked, as if the very Earth itself were protesting the force enacted upon it. The wave of attackers was immediate and completely erased down to their last atoms. The only evidence of their prior existence was the smoke that filled the air from the resulting explosions.

"That's Better" Goku Black mused, feeling slightly less annoyed than he was before he obliterated the metallic menace that besieged him.

He stood still for several more moments, wondering if there would be some form of retaliation. Some intensely traded fire from a hidden enemy.

However, none came. There was none to be seen, heard, or felt. Not that that was regrettable, but it was disappointing. Then again everything about this planet was disappointing. He wondered if this universe he landed in had a God of Destruction, or some other form of celestial governance for some while before dismissing it in favor of looking at the present instead of the future. For the briefest of moments, he wondered if he would have to kill more of his kin, yet he could not sense any among the stars.

In fact, this universe was quite barren upon first inspection.

Then, he began walking again. It was not like he had anywhere to be. He no longer had the time ring, and his universe was so far away that he doubted even the Super Dragon Balls could bring him back. Not like anyone would ever make such a wish in the first place.

Upon being removed from the universe and timeline, it was likely that his past self no longer existed, and the universe had corrected the wrong that was himself. In essence, there was no longer a Zamasu in that timeline. There never was one in the first place. He was to some degree shielded from cause and effect that would target his past. To what degree, he didn't begin to fathom a guess, as causality was a slippery, tricky worm that did everything to make itself invisible to him.

He could speculate and try to grasp the subtle signs and connections, but he was ill prepared to understand anything outside of his quite limited frame of reference in this universe.

It was why, despite his heat's objections, he knew he had to eventually make contact with the mortals of this world, be it physically or telepathically. He didn't particularly like mortals, nor did he wish to associate himself with them anytime soon, yet he no longer wished to outright annihilate them immediately. His patience for them was delicate and fragile as thinly spun glass, and could shatter at the slightest provocation, but it was no longer kill on sight. Instead it was more along the lines of treatment of disdain and reluctant communication.

The reason that he didn't immediately teleport off the planet to go visit whatever Gods existed inside or outside of the universe, was that he simply could not sense any.

He supposed that made sense, as unless there was a God that shared his anti mortal sentiment, they would have likely done something to save the planet, no matter how minor a divinity they were. Even the Kais had a hierarchy, and no doubt many other pantheons across the multiverse had one form or other too.

As he continued walking, he looked up to the vast sky. Oh how he wished to be himself again. He no longer required Goku's body. Yet he was within it all the same 'till likely the end of time, or his life.

What should he do now? From what he could tell, this planet was the only one with mortal life in the galaxy that he could sense upon a quick inspection. He had really gotten himself into a worrisome situation.

For the moment, he was stranded with little hope of finding other gods, or even kin.

He kicked aside a large sign post of bent steel that had fallen across the road and leisurely watched it soar into the sky, catch fire, and disappear out into space. Once again he was quite satisfied with the power of this body. Though that was pretty much the only positive characteristics he could praise about it, besides of course the divine transformation, Super Saiyan Rosé.

It was entirely unnecessary for anything on this planet, but he did quite so enjoy the rush of power it brought. That endless wellspring of vitality and raw power without a clear limit or bottleneck.

He stopped and turned to a nearby multi story department store that looked like it had been slammed by heavy artillery for a prolonged time. Something had been following him and keeping it's distance from him for quite some time.

Something mortal yet at the same time not quite completely Human. The energy felt like a mixture of Human and the strange amalgamations of flesh and machine. It was significantly higher in power than the normal human mortals he sensed in their underground coffin.

Bringing his two fingers to his forehead, he disappeared from sight.

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Liberalio's lethargy was only bested by her curiosity. In the midst of a mission of moderate importance she had noticed something high up in the sky descend down to the surface not too far away from her position. It was cause for concern.

This was an unknown. A variable in something that should not rightfully have one. There had been no Human presence in quite some time here, but she could clearly make out the man that had slowly descended after stepping through some strange gate in the sky.

Caution was to be advised, and she decided to trail him to gather information before finishing her mission. Best to see what he was before coming to any conclusions, or calling for backup. She didn't have many she would consider friends amongst her kin, but they would come to her aid if called.

Though perhaps Nhilister would need some convincing in such a situation. That fiery brat didn't get along so well with her.

Floating quietly over to a position not far away from this strange man, she watched, documenting his abilities in a test in which she sent a small force of Servant Class Raptures to scope out if he was truly a threat.

His danger level shot up almost immediately upon him looking directly at the small force long before it would rightfully be seen by a human, with dozens of buildings obscuring his view.

Then it went up much higher upon seeing him procure a ball of energy even she couldn't sense. It was as if it refused to register on her sensors.

More danger.

She contemplated attacking, but thought better of it.

She would let the force be the measuring stick.

Sensing her connection to her force being completely cut off due to the Raptures being completely annihilated, she came to the swift conclusion that this man was far too dangerous to leave alive. She created even more distance between them, and she continued following him, sending a command to all other raptures in the area not to engage him.

She was more reserved and cautious than the rest of the Offspring. She wouldn't act rashly before scoping out the complete situation. She wasn't sure that she had enough power to take out this strange man that even she was doubting was a human. She simply couldn't sense him at all. This was different than a human who's overall sensory data was a mere grain of sand on a beach.

His body gave off heat, and she could clearly see him, but her energy scanners gave no sign that he was there at all. She continued floating after him, relaying information back to the Queen and the other Heretics.

Then he stopped, looked up for a moment as if lost in thought before looking directly at her, despite her being concealed by a wall.

"Change of..." She stopped her thought midway when he appeared right next to her.

"I don't like being followed by Mortals" He growled, grabbing her arm as she tried to make a quick escape, but despite her inordinate amount of strength, she could not budge him even an inch.

"Shall we talk in the open?" He asked, pulling her up into the sky with a speed and strength no human should rightfully have.

Wait...Mortals? Her thoughts that were of escaping momentarily stopped as she seriously considered if this was some insane human that fashioned himself a God, or if he really was some greater being.

Foolish fancies.

This wasn't the time for such absurd thoughts. She needed to escape!

 

[Stimpak Medic]

Chapter Two: Dragonsfall


As he ascended into the sky whilst gripping this strange mortal by the arm, Goku Black's mind was only really focused on one thing. Aside from his irritation at being so heavily underestimated, and by a mortal no less, he wanted information on this world. It was why he let this mortal live. Perhaps if she gave satisfactory answers he could use her for whatever future purposes he may have down the line.

At the very least she wasn't completely stupid for a mortal, and had tried to keep herself hidden. Though that's where his minor praise had stopped. Only to be replaced by his irritation at the fact that she thought that she could hide from him by simply hiding behind a wall. Did he truly look that pathetic to her? Or was this the hubris of the strong?

Was this her confidence, or was it her lack of discretion? Either way, it didn't matter. She was in his domain now, and she would have to play by his rules if she wanted to survive.

He stopped quite high up, but still well below the overhanging clouds, and from such a height the landscape beneath looked akin to a toy model of a landscape with it's buildings, rivers, trees and roads all looking like a tiny children's playmat or a modelist's imitation.

All this time she was struggling with a strength that quite honestly wasn't very potent to him. It must have been quite impressive on this world, but to Zamasu, a god who inhabited the body of the strongest mortal of Universe Seven who had stepped into the realm of godhood as well, the young lady's efforts were mildly amusing at best.

From within her strange jellyfish-like technological canopy above her head, various things were happening, but he wasn't entirely sure what they were other than the occasional light flashing, or electrical currents being seen briefly.

"So, Mortal. Tell me why you were spying on me?" Goku Black let go of his prisoner, instead using his God Ki to hold her in place, freeing his hands in case he needed to use them for other work.

His prisoner attempted to struggle and free herself from the invisible hold she was in, but it was ultimately futile.

"Let me go." She gritted out as her face twisted partially from one of confusion and worry to rage. It seemed that this mortal did not like not being in control almost as much as he did. Almost instantly she realized her folly and composed herself. He could practically see the cogs moving in her mind. She was planning an escape. It was exhaustingly obvious, and it looked to him that she didn't care that he saw so.

This was the first mortal he met in thousands of years, and he was already regretting his choice of not just killing her. Did all mortals have to be this difficult? He honestly couldn't remember the last time he actually interacted with a mortal outside of destroying them.

A barrier composed of dozens of clear hexagonal energy shields that overlapped into a sphere surrounded her. It hummed lightly with pulses of power occasionally flashing across it's entirety, reinforcing it further, and he could see her composure resurfacing. It seemed that she had faith in her barrier, as her face became less twisted, returning to a look that relayed her confidence in her abilities.

Goku black smiled. A wide grin spread across his face as he began to laugh. It was a true and honest laugh bourne out of the astronomical difference between their existences.

Did this mortal really think an energy barrier would stop him if he wished to claim her life? It was almost sad how deluded this mortal was. Though he didn't completely blame her. Before now, he had never existed in this universe. She couldn't have known who or what he was.

She seemed to be speaking inside the barrier, but it was low and didn't seem to be aimed at him. She was probably requesting assistance from her allies through some technological connection.

He slowly stopped laughing, leaned forward to the edge of the barrier and spoke again.

"By all means, gather your forces. They won't make a difference." Goku Black said, bringing his pointer finger up to the barrier. He was certain that this mortal was someone quite powerful for this new world's standards, so he could almost empathize with what was likely going through her head now.

She was probably thinking along the lines that if she called in support and held out till it arrived, that he could be overcome. That she would be standing over his defeated form, instilling regret and fear into him.

"But let's not have anything...between us." He paused dramatically for effect before finishing his sentence, and pressed his pointer finger against the barrier. With just a small application of force, the barrier began to have huge cracks and fissures forming across it before it shattered like a thin sphere of glass. He was now completely sure that she could not face him.

"How?" She could only look in shock as her barrier, which could hold off a sustained assault from even her kin was utterly shattered with the press of a finger.

"Allow me to enlighten you, mortal. You are in the presence of divinity. Yes, you are in the presence of a god, and yet you ask how I can do what I do?" He spoke with a condescending frown, pulling her closer, their faces mere inches from each other's. His presence seemed to grow several fold until it looked like she was looking up at a giant who's presence completely smothered her body, mind, and soul.

Not even her queen had such an overbearing presence. Had she really come face to face with a true and honest deity?

"I have been patient with you until now since I have only just now arrived on your world and am feeling quite peaceful, but hear this mortal, and hear it well. Entire galactic empires have crumbled to cosmic dust for less than the disrespect you have shown me. Correct yourself now mortal. I will not say this again." He finished, letting the implied violence drip from his words.

His black eyes were overwhelmingly intense and his very breath seeming like needles that pierced into her body, leaving her utterly bare before him.

A feeling that she had not felt in a long time began to well up in her heart, despite thinking that she had long conquered such an emotion.

Fear.

The fear a small animal feels in front of a catastrophe.

She felt helpless. She felt small.

Most painfully weak.

It was at this moment that she truly believed him.

"Nihilister! Cinderella! Where are you?" She shouted into her comms, abandoning all her composure. She had to escape, to protect her queen. A god had descended to their world, and everything was now teetering on the edge.

"A poor decision, mortal" Goku Black said coldly.

His patience had run dry. This mortal had overplayed her hand and now it was up to him to deliver justice.

He held his right hand straight upward, and a pink energy slowly began forming a blade around his hand that stretched for several feet.

"Consider yourself lucky to die at my hand, mortal" He spoke, and a sadistic grin tore across his face.

"NO! I'm sorry!" She shouted, shaking her head frantically" however, there was no mercy to be seen in his eyes.

A mere moment later the squelching of flesh being slashed, and the hissing of heated metal could be heard. Goku Black had run her through with his energy blade, and her apology twisted into a scream of agony.

Again. Again. Again. Again.

He stabbed her over and over again until where what was once her stomach and lower torso was just a burnt hole going all the way through to the other side. All she could do now was let out weak gurgles as Goku Black grabbed her neck, and her body hung limply in his grip.

"Begone from my sight mortal" He said, raising his free hand for the killing blow, only to be interrupted by a vast wave of billowing flame washing over him from above.

Dropping the half dead Heretic in his hand, he waited for the barrage to be finished before turning and looking up to this new assailant in the sky.

It was a woman with fiery long red hair and a wicked sneer on her face. She had quite a voluptuous figure for a mortal, but that was hardly important. What was important were the large cannons fashioned out of black and red metal in the shape of vicious dragon's faces that she was spewing fire towards him with. He could just make out a black spiked tail whipping back and forth behind her.

The fire continued to rain down upon him, burning and searing even the air around him, but it didn't hurt, it was just mildly uncomfortable.

"Enough of this." Goku Black growled, extending his arms out with a Kiai that blasted his assailant backwards hundreds of meters in the sky, relieving him of the fire attack.

He took a moment to look down, seeing the corpse of the earlier mortal being carried away by yet another mortal on the ground. Whatever. He had made his point quite clear to her, and he doubted she would return to him any time soon. Not like they could hide from him anyways, he had already memorized their energies, and in a world of blades of grass, you couldn't miss a tree.

To the mortal's credit, this one was a lot tougher than the previous one, and her vitality was practically overflowing with desire and willpower.

Shooting towards him across the sky like a missile, the mortal didn't bother with introductions. Instead, he was greeted by a fist to the face that sent him barreling across the sky with an impressive sonic boom. He could have stopped it then and there, but the difference in the mortal's approach had momentarily stunned him, and the result was such.

Of course he hadn't actually been damaged by the attack, just taken completely off guard.

His confusion and shock turned to cold anger.

"That's it. No more games." He grit through his teeth.

He was going to be very serious now.

If this was how the mortals wanted to play, then that was fine by him. He was more than willing to put down the mad dogs that barked at him.

Flipping mid air and abruptly stopping, a black aura of power erupted out of him as an incredibly dense and heavy presence filled the air, stopping the mortal that was rushing towards him in the attempt to land another strike in her tracks instantly as if she had shot face first into a wall.

Her face turned from one of gleeful rage to one of confusion as she tried to force her way through the invisible waves of power that were being emitted from the man far away. The man that had hurt Liberalio. Unforgivable.

She had her problems with her, finding her lazy, narcoleptic, and boring, but that didn't mean she wasn't her ally. He had no right to hurt her!

A booming voice shook the very air around them.

"Mortal, you have committed a grave sin in attacking me. Die" Goku Black spoke, amplifying his voice with Ki, as he began releasing his power that pushed her back further and further as the waves of immeasurable force erupted from him again and again.

The entire planet began shaking and quivering as gale force winds built up all across the surface, and lightning storms formed all across the skies, spewing rain and incredible bolts of white hot lightning.

Weaker raptures within several tens of miles all around were completely vaporized by the pressure alone, and any mortals that did survive were clearly the peak of their species.

When the black aura settled around him and the storms and winds died down as quickly as they came, he saw the red haired woman weakly get up from the ground below him. Her face was twisted in rage and agony, as her right arm was completely blown off, and large portions of her body were shredded, revealing raw flesh and metal underneath.

With her left arm, she raised it up towards him, and with an impressive tenacity, she shot an immense pillar of flame up at him, after which she stumbled to one knee. Her face contorted in pain.

"Are you done?" Goku Black asked, descending to the ground next to the mortal that was weakly clinging onto life.

"Never." she growled out between rasping coughs full of blood and a strange unknown black liquid.

"Well said, Mortal" Goku Black responded, bringing back his right foot for a kick.

Thooom

A deep impact was heard as Goku Black's foot connected with the woman's ribcage which instantly splattered into a fine spray of blood, metal, and bone. Her lower torso down to her knees was just gone, and her upper body was sent careening across the land to wherever it would land on this hellhole planet full of ungrateful mortals.

Goku black looked up to the cloudy sky, just as the storms finally cleared. Thoughts filled his head one after another. Thoughts about his past. He thought that he might try to reason with mortals, and maybe he might even warm up to them, but he was wrong.

Maybe his past self really was right when he thought that Mortals truly were beyond helping?

Then he shook his head. No, he couldn't think like that. This was just one conflict, and maybe over time he could change his way of thinking. Or maybe not?

He didn't know for sure.