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What if Goku and the others had saved the Gen Z reader? Vegeta would probably even end up asking the reader to share all their terrible jokes to make sure the kid was alive. The reader is on edge, their muscles tense, as if out of habit, calculating escape options. But they're tired, and their jokes and actions in a quiet home environment are terrible https://www.tumblr.com/tytarax/757809669569904640/what-about-a-gen-z-reader-possibly-one-of-gokus?source=share
The first few days were quiet.
Too quiet.
Everyone expected tears or anger or stories about what had happened.
Instead you apologized.
Constantly.
"Sorry."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to be in the way."
"Sorry."
Bulma frowned every single time.
You never sat with your back to a doorway.
Never.
Even while eating.
Even watching television.
Even asleep.
You always chose the chair with the best view of every exit.
Vegeta noticed.
He didn't say anything.
If someone entered a room unexpectedly...
Your shoulders tensed before your head turned.
Every
single
time
Like your body had already decided whether to run before your mind caught up.
One evening...
Bulma called everyone for dinner.
"Food's ready!"
You were already standing.
Plate in hand.
Waiting.
Gohan blinked.
"...You don't have to ask permission."
"..."
"...Right."
You sat back down.
Looking vaguely embarrassed.
It was painfully obvious.
You had learned rules that no longer existed.
The jokes returned first.
Small ones.
Bad ones.
You looked at Vegeta while he trained.
"...If you lose to Kakarot again I'm telling the internet you're washed."
Vegeta frowned.
"...What?"
"... I don't know either."
Krillin sneezed.
You looked up from your phone.
"Bro really installed the sneeze update."
"..."
"..."
"...What?"
"I... forget it..."
Piccolo crossed his arms.
"...Are they making jokes on purpose?"
Gohan sighed.
"I think...I think they just cope like that."
A week later...
Vegeta found you outside.
You were sitting alone.
Picking at the grass.
Quiet.
Far quieter than usual.
"...Oi."
You looked up.
"Hm?"
"Tell me one."
"...One what?"
"One of your terrible jokes."
You blinked.
"...Why?"
"So I know you're still alive."
Silence.
"..."
"..."
Then...
You laughed.
A real laugh.
Short.
Surprised.
"...Okay."
You cleared your throat dramatically.
"Why doesn't Dracula have friends?"
"..."
"...Because he's a pain in the neck."
Vegeta stared.
"...That's awful."
"I know."
"...Tell another."
Eventually...
The others caught on.
The worse your jokes became...
The better you were feeling.
One afternoon...
Goku walked into the kitchen.
You immediately blurted
"Dad."
"Yeah?"
"I accidentally drank invisible ink."
"..."
"...How are you feeling?"
"I don't know."
"..."
"..."
"I'll have to wait and see."
Goku laughed so hard he nearly dropped the milk.
Not every day was good.
Sometimes...
Someone knocked on your bedroom door...
And your heart raced.
Sometimes a loud noise made you flinch.
Sometimes you woke up convinced you were back in that cabin.
On those days...
The jokes disappeared.
No one asked you to tell them.
They simply sat with you.
Until you were ready again.
Months later...
Vegeta overheard Trunks complaining.
"They're so cringe."
"They keep saying brainrot words."
"They called me 'bestie.'" (I call bestie everyone lol)
Vegeta smirked.
"...Good."
"Huh?"
"It means they're comfortable enough to annoy us."
You walked into the room at that exact moment.
"Skibidi."
Everyone looked at you.
"..."
"..."
"...I don't even know why I said that."
Vegeta groaned.
"There they are."
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Hello! Sorry, I don't remember asking this question before :( (I also noticed a headcanon similar to an unofficial "divine harem" with a calm reader. That's cool!)
Can I please get a reader with a disability and chronic pain? :( Making a wish through the Dragon Balls seems too easy, so imagine that the Dragon can't cure chronic pain. Senju Beans don't help. Shin, who is friends with the reader, discreetly shares energy, trying to ease the pain. Bulma doesn't mind the reader's presence, so if they can't come themselves, Shin or Goku teleports them from their own home.
But what if Zeno's energy and the Hakaishin's energy of destruction can significantly alleviate chronic pain? Practically eliminate the sensation of pain so much, as if all the symptoms had disappeared, that the reader can feel better and do something that would normally take them time?
Usually, The energy emanating from the gods could frighten and send one running, but in the reader's case, they, sitting cautiously in the most remote place and minding their own business, suddenly begin to cry with joy. It seems the hakaishins have now found a reason to sit next to the reader, not only because of their calm aura, but also because their very presence brings relief. (Yes, after this, I would definitely be able to walk around the lawn very freely.)
(But just imagine how the reader embarrasses Black Goku when he asks about his body-swapping wish, and what that felt like)
Most people feared divine energy.
The first time they stood near Beerus, their knees trembled.
The first time they met an angel, they struggled to breathe.
Even experienced warriors instinctively lowered their heads before a God of Destruction.
You had a different reaction.
The pain had become part of your life years ago.
Some mornings it was a dull ache.
Others, it stole your breath before your feet even touched the floor.
You learned to smile through it.
To rest when you could.
To accept help only after insisting you didn't need it.
Shin knew better.
Whenever you visited Capsule Corp, he'd quietly place a hand on your shoulder while no one was looking.
Just enough energy.
Never enough to heal.
Just enough to make the next few hours a little easier.
He never mentioned it.
Neither did you.
It simply became another silent kindness between friends.
Bulma had long since stopped questioning why the Supreme Kai occasionally appeared in her garden carrying you through Instant Transmission.
"If you're going to teleport into my backyard," she'd sigh, "at least text first."
"I'll try."
"You won't."
"...Probably not."
She was right.
It happened by accident.
One afternoon, several Gods of Destruction had gathered at Capsule Corp.
You stayed well away from them.
They deserved space.
Besides...
The less attention you drew, the better.
So you settled beneath a tree with your book.
Quiet.
Comfortable.
Content simply to listen to the distant conversations.
Then something changed.
The familiar ache in your joints softened.
The constant weight pressing against your body lifted.
Your shoulders relaxed without you telling them to.
For the first time in... you couldn't even remember.
Nothing hurt.
Enough that you forgot what you were waiting for.
Enough that standing didn't feel like negotiating with your own body.
Enough that your first few steps came without hesitation.
You stared at your own hands.
Flexed your fingers.
Rolled your shoulders.
Then without warning...
Tears spilled down your cheeks.
Beerus noticed first.
"...Why are they crying?"
No one answered.
Until Shin quietly looked toward you.
"..."
"...I think they stopped hurting."
Silence spread through the garden.
The Gods of Destruction exchanged puzzled glances.
"Our energy did that?"
"I don't know," Belmod admitted. "It shouldn't."
Whis watched thoughtfully.
"Perhaps..."
"...Not healing."
"...Simply overwhelming the sensation."
From that day on...
The gatherings changed.
Not dramatically.
Just...
Quietly.
Someone would sit near you.
Another would wander over a few minutes later.
Soon enough, several Gods of Destruction had somehow settled nearby.
None of them acknowledged why.
Beerus claimed the shade was better there.
Champa insisted the snacks were closer.
Liquiir simply said nothing at all.
No one admitted the truth.
That your relieved smile was...
Pleasanter to witness than they expected.
Then came Zeno.
He skipped happily toward you one afternoon.
"Friend!"
You smiled.
"Hello, Zeno."
He climbed into the chair beside yours without a second thought.
Almost immediately you inhaled sharply.
The pain...
Didn't vanish.
But it faded so far into the background that, for the first time in years...
You forgot to think about it.
"..."
"..."
"...Are you okay?"
Zeno tilted his head.
You laughed through fresh tears.
"I'm wonderful."
He smiled.
"Good!"
He never understood why everyone suddenly looked so emotional.
Later...
Goku Black heard the story.
"...How pathetic. A mortal so weak they celebrate standing."
You looked at him quietly.
Then asked...
"...When you stole Goku's body..."
He frowned.
"...What of it?"
"...Did it hurt?"
Silence.
"You suddenly had muscles that weren't yours."
"A heartbeat that wasn't yours."
"Ki pathways that weren't yours."
"You had to learn how to breathe in someone else's body."
Another pause.
"...Did everything ache?"
Black said nothing.
"..."
"..."
"...For a while."
Your smile was gentle.
"I thought so."
For the first time...
He understood.
Not completely.
But enough.
Enough to realize that living in a body that constantly fought against you...
Was exhausting in ways strength alone could never solve.
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Queen Of Curses
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Y/N's earliest memory was laughter.
Not her own.
Her caretaker's.
The woman she didn't know was her mother.
-
She remembered being no taller than the low tables of the palace, stumbling through corridors much too large for such little legs.
Every servant stopped what they were doing when she passed.
Every door opened before she reached it.
Every request was fulfilled before she finished asking.
She thought that was how the world worked.
Everyone did what she wanted.
Why wouldn't they?
-
"Lady Y/N."
"I want the moon."
The old servant smiled helplessly.
"...The moon?"
She nodded with complete seriousness.
"It's pretty."
Within an hour...
The palace artisans had hung hundreds of silver lanterns from the gardens.
When night came, the entire courtyard shimmered like a sky brought to earth.
The little girl clapped happily.
"It's mine!"
"Yes, Lady Y/N."
Everything was hers.
No one ever told her otherwise.
Her caretaker watched from beneath the veranda.
"You spoil her."
One maid laughed nervously.
"My lady... those are Lord Sukuna's orders."
Nothing she desired was to be denied.
Ever.
When Y/N was four, she pointed toward a peacock wandering the gardens.
"I like it."
By evening it had become her pet.
When she wished to hear music, the finest musicians in Japan performed until she fell asleep.
If she disliked a meal, the kitchens began again.
No one complained.
No one dared.
Only one person ever gently corrected her.
Her caretaker.
"Sit straight."
Tiny shoulders straightened immediately.
Meals were another lesson.
Servants placed countless dishes before her.
She never reached.
Never leaned.
Never rushed.
Instead...
She looked.
Only looked.
Within seconds a servant noticed.
"My Lady."
The bowl was placed in front of her.
No words needed.
The caretaker nodded approvingly.
"Never ask."
"Why?"
"Because queens are not denied."
"...What if someone says no?"
The caretaker paused.
That question had no answer she was permitted to give.
So she answered the way she'd been instructed.
"They won't."
---
At seven years old...
Y/N woke before sunrise.
The palace was strangely quiet.
She padded barefoot through familiar halls.
"...Caretaker?"
No answer.
She checked the garden.
The library.
The embroidery room.
Nothing.
One maid knelt.
"Lady Y/N."
"Where is she?"
"...She has left."
"Oh."
The answer seemed simple enough.
People left.
Servants came, servants went.
She had seen it before.
"...Who will do my hair?"
"I will, my lady."
"...Alright."
Children accepted change more easily than adults.
She simply walked away.
The maid lowered her head trying not to cry.
Because everyone in the palace knew that the woman hadn't left.
Lord Sukuna had ordered her removed.
Far away.
Comfortably.
Wealthily.
But permanently.
The woman who had carried Y/N beneath her heart spent the rest of her life wondering whether the child ever remembered her smile.
---
Years passed.
Her beauty blossomed as naturally as the cherry trees surrounding the palace.
She had become tall.
Graceful.
At eighteen years, the palace changed overnight.
Blood red flowers, incense burned through every corridor. All the servants wore ceremonial robes.
Every detail had meaning.
Every flower.
Every color.
Every symbol.
Y/N sat silently as the attendants surrounded her.
The room smelled of incense and iron.
Her ceremonial robes rested beside her, layered silk dyed in deep reds and blacks, representing the colors of the one she was about to stand beside.
"Hold still, My Lady."
The attendant dipped her brush into the small bowl before her.
The red liquid was dark.
Blood.
A mixture prepared through an ancient ritual passed down among sorcerers.
Blood from the King of Curses and his chosen bride.
A symbol that their fates were no longer separate.
The first mark was drawn across her shoulder.
Then another along her arm.
Curving patterns.
Sharp lines.
Symbols resembling flames, claws, and ancient seals.
Not the same as Sukuna's markings.
her own.
The attendant carefully painted her hands, her back, her collarbones, her legs.
Each mark placed with precision.
Y/N watched quietly.
The final mark was saved for last.
Her forehead.
The most important one.
The place where the ritual would begin.
The attendant's hand trembled slightly.
When Sukuna placed his hand there later... the temporary marking would become permanent.
A sign that she belonged beside him.
The doors of the ceremonial hall opened.
Every servant lowered themselves.
Y/N walked alone.
That had been Sukuna's order.
The hall stretched endlessly before her.
At the end stood Sukuna.
The tattoos across his skin mirrored the markings now painted across hers.
The resemblance was intentional.
The message was obvious.
Two beings shaped by cursed energy.
Two beings who refused to be controlled by time.
She approached him.
The servants expected her to kneel.
She didn't.
She stopped before him.
Standing.
Sukuna's eyes narrowed slightly.
Not in anger.
Approval.
"Good."
His voice carried through the hall.
The ceremony began.
Ancient words were spoken.
Sukuna stepped forward.
The servants held their breath.
He raised one hand.
His finger traced the marking on her forehead.
The blood pattern glowed faintly beneath his cursed energy.
Y/N felt the air shift.
The ritual recognized him.
The mark reacted.
Sukuna's cursed energy flowed through the symbol.
The temporary design changed.
The blood faded and the mark remained.
The same nature as the markings across his own body.
His fingers moved away.
"There."
His voice was quiet.
"Now the world will know."
Y/N looked at him.
"That you are my equal."
The words surprised even the servants.
Because no one had ever heard Sukuna say such a thing.
Y/N looked at the mark reflected faintly in the polished floor.
A piece of him.
A piece of herself.
The feast lasted until sunrise.
Later, when the halls finally emptied, Y/N stood on the balcony overlooking the lands beneath them.
Sukuna approached.
No servants, no audience, just them.
She looked at him.
He studied her quietly.
The years showed.
The discipline.
The elegance.
The overwhelming cursed energy that pulsed beneath her skin.
A satisfied hum escaped him.
"You grew well."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Strong."
"Refined."
"And beautiful."
As factual as saying the sky was blue.
Exactly as intended.
"Come."
Y/N hesitated only a heartbeat before stoping beside him.
A rare smile spread across his face.
"There you belong."
For the first time in eighteen years...
The King of Curses looked upon the woman he had prepared for eternity.
And found that she had become exactly what he had envisioned.
Someone worthy of sharing his throne.
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Queen Of Curses
Part 1
The palace had never been so quiet.
Not even when enemies stood at the gates.
Because everyone within Sukuna's domain knew one thing:
The child was coming.
The servants moved like shadows through the halls, carrying water, preparing medicines, lighting incense. The greatest physicians and attendants in the land had been summoned, not because the concubine was precious...
But because what she carried was.
Hours passed.
The night deepened.
And then, a cry.
A small, fragile, human cry.
For a moment, no one moved.
The sound was almost impossible to comprehend.
A child had been born inside the palace of the King of Curses.
A life created from the blood of something that should not exist.
The attendants carefully wrapped the newborn in silk, their hands trembling despite years of serving monsters and sorcerers.
"She is healthy."
"The child..."
One physician lowered his head.
"...she is unlike anything recorded."
The concubine barely heard them.
She only saw her.
Her daughter.
So small.
So warm.
So alive.
Tears slipped down her cheeks as she held her for the first time.
"Hello..."
Her voice broke.
"You finally came."
The baby opened her eyes.
And for a moment, the mother forgot everything.
The expectations.
The rituals.
The reason she had been chosen.
She was simply holding her child.
---
The doors opened.
Every servant immediately lowered themselves.
The atmosphere changed.
The baby became restless.
Ryomen Sukuna entered.
His attention ignored everyone.
It focused only on the child.
The concubine lowered her gaze.
"My lord."
Sukuna approached.
For once, he did not look at the woman who had carried his blood.
He looked at what she had created.
The child stared back.
Unafraid.
A slow smile appeared on Sukuna's face.
"Hm."
A simple sound.
But everyone in the room understood.
He was pleased.
"Bring her."
The attendants froze.
The mother hesitated.
Then carefully placed the baby into his arms.
It was almost strange.
Such a tiny thing.
Resting against someone who had brought entire clans to ruin.
Sukuna held her effortlessly with one arm.
The child grabbed onto one of his fingers.
...
No one touched Sukuna.
No one approached him.
No one dared.
Yet this child did so without hesitation.
His eyes lowered.
"...Bold."
The baby only stared.
And for the briefest moment, something almost resembling pride crossed his expression.
"Good."
---
A ritual was prepared before dawn.
Not a ceremony of celebration.
A ceremony of inheritance.
A tradition reserved for those who possessed enough power to survive it.
Sukuna had no intention of allowing time to take what belonged to him.
A shallow cut was made upon his finger.
One drop.
Only one.
Enough.
His blood was not ordinary.
It carried centuries of hatred, strength, and cursed energy condensed into something beyond human.
He touched the drop to the child's forehead.
The candles extinguished.
Every person present felt it.
The bond.
The child cried once.
Then went silent.
The mark faded into her skin as a seal.
A declaration that death itself would have difficulty claiming her.
Sukuna watched carefully.
"From this day forward..."
His voice echoed through the chamber.
"You will not be bound by the weakness of humans."
"You will not wither."
"You will not decay."
"You will not be stolen away by time."
The child slept peacefully.
Unaware of the weight of his words.
Sukuna looked down at her.
"You will have eternity."
A pause.
"And you will decide what to do with it."
---
Later, when the sun rose, the orders were given.
The servants bowed.
"She will know every art, every language, every tradition worthy of her."
His gaze shifted toward the attendants.
"And she will never be denied anything necessary."
The servants bowed deeper.
"Yes, my lord."
And finally,
"The mother will remain here."
The concubine looked up.
For the first time, his attention returned to her.
"Until the child no longer requires her."
Her eyes widened slightly.
"My lord?"
"She carried my blood."
A pause.
"So she will be cared for."
A recognition of her role.
"You will recover."
"You will raise her during her earliest years."
"But after that..."
His expression became unreadable.
"You will step away."
The mother understood.
And perhaps that hurt more than if he had taken the child immediately.
Because he was allowing her time.
Giving her memories.
Knowing he would eventually take them away.
The servants waited for further orders.
Sukuna looked toward the sleeping infant one final time.
Then turned away.
"My presence is unnecessary."
The room went silent.
"My lord?"
"She will know who I am."
His voice was calm.
"But she will not know me."
No one questioned him.
"When she stands before me one day..."
"I want her to understand what she is."
A being who could stand beside him.
"My bride must choose her place."
His eyes narrowed.
"And choice cannot exist if she has never known anything else."
With that, he left.
The child remained sleeping.
The mother held her close.
And somewhere deep within the palace...
The King of Curses waited.
Years would pass.
The child would grow.
She would learn the world.
She would learn power.
She would learn that anything she desired could be hers.
Everything except the one thing Sukuna had deliberately refused to give her:
A father.
Because when they met again...
He did not want her to see a man who raised her.
He wanted her to see the one being in the world who could stand beside her forever.
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Queen Of Curses
This has been lingering on my mind for a while, I wanted to share it, although it's dark fantasy, with some heavy topics so you don't have to read it.
⚠️ Content Warnings: Implied forced conception, Concubinage, corrupt love interest, Toxic family dynamics, Dark themes and morally gray characters, arranged marriage
(A/N: I promise I am a normal person. I do not condone Sukuna's worldview or actions. This is a dark fantasy story exploring a character whose ideas of love, family, and legacy are deeply distorted by his power and immortality. Also, yes, I realize this concept is absolutely unhinged.)
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The palace was silent.
Not peaceful.
Silent.
The difference mattered.
The walls of Sukuna's palace were built from cedar blackened by incense and old blood, their polished floors reflecting the dim light of hundreds of candles. Servants moved like frightened ghosts, speaking only when spoken to, never looking directly toward the throne room where the King of Curses rested.
The women of the inner chambers knew the rules.
Never presume affection.
Never expect tomorrow.
Never forget why you were chosen.
She rested one hand over the gentle swell beneath her robes.
Four months.
The court physicians had confirmed it.
A female.
Exactly as Sukuna had desired.
She sat beside the open veranda overlooking endless forests painted gold beneath the setting sun. A breeze carried the scent of rain and plum blossoms, lifting loose strands of her long hair.
Her fingers traced absent circles over her stomach.
"...I hope you can't hear me..."
She smiled sadly.
"I really hope not."
The baby shifted.
A tiny flutter.
Far too small to be called a kick.
Her eyes watered despite herself.
"You've already inherited his cursed blood."
The physicians had whispered about it.
The child possessed cursed energy before her organs had fully formed.
An impossible thing.
No human child should.
No human child ever had.
She laughed softly.
"You'll probably never understand why everyone fears you."
The silence answered.
"They're afraid because your father isn't a man."
She glanced toward the palace towering behind her.
"He never was."
Every servant had a different story.
Some claimed Sukuna had once been human.
Others insisted he had descended from calamity itself.
A demon wearing human flesh.
A god forgotten by heaven.
Whatever the truth...
No one denied what he had become.
She lowered her head again.
"I was selected because he said I was..."
She hesitated.
"..."Beautiful.""
The compliment had chilled her more than any threat.
Beautiful.
Beautiful and strong
Strong enough to endure carrying... her
Strong enough not to die before birth.
Strong enough to create...
...his heir.
Her fingers tightened against her stomach.
"No..."
She corrected herself.
"You're not his heir."
She remembered his exact words.
---
"An heir is unnecessary."
The throne room had echoed with his voice.
"I have no intention of dying."
His four arms rested lazily upon the massive throne while countless curses knelt beneath him.
One crimson eye settled upon her.
"The child is for my future."
She hadn't understood.
"...Future...?"
He had smiled.
A smile that belonged to something ancient.
"I require a bride."
The entire court had frozen.
One minister had dared raise his head.
"My lord... surely there are countless noble daughters-"
He never finished.
His body had split in half before he realized Sukuna had moved.
Blood painted the pillars.
Sukuna hadn't even looked at him.
"I grow weary of human women."
His gaze remained fixed on her.
"They decay."
Another pause.
"They age."
Another.
"They die."
His voice lowered.
"I do not."
The room had become suffocating beneath the pressure of his cursed energy.
"My bride will remain beside me forever."
Someone whispered...
"...Impossible."
Sukuna laughed.
"It is."
Then he'd looked directly at her stomach.
"The girl will inherit enough of my blood."
She blinked away the memory.
"...That's why you're here."
The words felt heavier spoken aloud.
---
"You weren't conceived out of love."
Another tiny movement.
She smiled despite the ache in her chest.
"But..."
Her thumb rubbed gently across her belly.
"I already love you."
That surprised her.
She hadn't intended to.
She had told herself this child belonged to Sukuna.
That she was merely carrying a vessel.
A future queen.
A future sacrifice.
Anything except...
...her daughter.
Yet every day the feeling became stronger.
"I wonder..."
She whispered.
"...will you have four arms?"
She giggled through her tears.
"If you do..."
"I'll make you the prettiest little robes in the world."
She imagined tiny sleeves.
Then realized...
...she'd need four.
The absurd image made her laugh harder.
For one fleeting moment...
She was simply a mother.
Not a concubine.
Not the chosen vessel for the King of Curses.
Just...
A woman speaking to her unborn daughter.
"You know..."
Her voice softened.
"Everyone says you'll become a monster."
"I don't believe them."
She leaned down until her forehead rested against her stomach.
"I think..."
"...someone should tell you that you deserve kindness before the world teaches you fear."
Another flutter.
As if answering.
Tears finally slipped free.
"I don't know how long I'll be allowed to stay with you after you're born."
She already knew the answer.
The child would belong to Sukuna.
Raised within his palace.
Trained.
Strengthened.
Prepared.
Not only for rulership.
But for eternity.
"If... if one day you wonder whether your mother wanted you..."
Her voice trembled.
"Please...don't."
"I wanted you."
"Even if I wasn't allowed to choose."
A shadow fell across the veranda.
The air instantly became heavier.
Colder.
She didn't need to turn around.
Every instinct in her body already knew.
Sukuna.
"My lord."
She lowered her head without standing.
Heavy footsteps approached, each one deliberate enough to make the wooden floor groan.
He stopped beside her.
Towering.
Massive.
His four arms folded across his broad chest as crimson eyes regarded the woman and the life growing within her.
"You speak to her."
It wasn't a question.
"...I do."
"Why?"
She hesitated.
"I thought... perhaps hearing a familiar voice would be comforting."
"Hm."
A dismissive hum.
One of his lower hands reached forward, brushing aside the loose folds of fabric until his broad palm rested against her stomach.
There was no tenderness in the gesture.
The cursed energy surrounding him shifted.
Instantly.
The baby responded.
A flutter.
Then another.
Small movements beneath his hand.
His lips curled upward.
"There."
His voice carried unmistakable satisfaction.
"She recognizes me."
The mother stared at the movement beneath his palm.
"...Already?"
"She has inherited my cursed energy."
His thumb shifted ever so slightly.
"She has been aware of my presence since before she possessed ears."
Another flutter answered him.
He chuckled.
A low, pleased sound that very few people had ever lived long enough to hear.
"So impatient."
One of his upper arms folded across his chest while the other remained where it was.
"I expected as much."
The concubine couldn't hide her surprise.
She had never imagined Ryomen Sukuna speaking to anyone with that tone.
It wasn't soft.
It wasn't warm.
But there was unmistakable approval.
Like a craftsman admiring the first signs that his masterpiece was taking shape.
"...My lord."
He briefly glanced at her.
"What."
She swallowed.
"...What kind of life do you intend for... the child?"
His attention returned to her stomach immediately.
"The finest."
The answer came without hesitation.
"She will want for nothing."
"Anything she desires shall be placed before her."
"She will never know hunger."
"Never know fear."
"Never lower herself before another."
His crimson eyes narrowed slightly.
"I will ensure no one possesses the ability to deny her anything."
His hand remained still against her abdomen.
"If she reaches toward the stars... I'll tear them from the heavens."
The certainty in his voice left no room for doubt.
He meant every word.
The mother looked down, emotions knotting in her chest.
"...You wish for her to be happy."
Sukuna gave her an almost puzzled look.
"As though there were another acceptable outcome."
His gaze drifted back to the tiny life beneath his hand.
"She will have strength."
"Wealth."
"Knowledge."
"The world itself."
"Why would her not be happy?"
There was no cruelty in the statement.
Only the simple belief that happiness was something one obtained through absolute freedom.
Power meant freedom.
Freedom meant happiness.
Anything else...
...was weakness.
His thumb tapped lightly once against her stomach.
The tiny movements answered immediately.
Another amused chuckle.
"She already responds well."
"Good."
He withdrew his hand at last.
Without another glance toward the woman carrying the child.
His interest had begun and ended with what she carried.
As he turned to leave, his voice echoed through the veranda.
"Continue speaking to her."
She blinked.
"My lord?"
"She should recognize your voice as well."
He paused only for an instant.
"When she is born..."
"She will need someone familiar before it grows accustomed to mine."
Then he continued walking.
His robes disappeared into the dim corridors of the palace.
Leaving the concubine alone once more.
She rested both hands over her stomach.
"...Did you hear that?"
A tiny flutter answered.
She smiled through the sting in her eyes.
"You'll never have to wonder whether he'll provide for you."
Her smile became bittersweet.
"...I only pray that one day..."
"...someone teaches you that love is more than never being told "no"."
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Hugs and tactile affection are usually bestowed upon Shin, but what if the reader one day, out of habit, pets and scratches a kaioshin, but it's Eyre, without really thinking about it being the wrong kaioshin? These are their usual conversations and interactions about robotics in different universes and levels of development, as well as the usual discussion of books, games, and movies, and some work-related matters.
The reader doesn't hug Eyre, but they ruffle the kaioshin's hair, stroke his head, and then scratch behind his ear. Eyre says NOTHING, and Lord Mosco, if he's nearby, also says NOTHING. It's kind of unexpected, and yet neither of them wants to disrupt this moment.
And suddenly every kaio became a dog...
It wasn't unusual to find you and Eyre together.
Whenever the universal gatherings became too loud, the two of you somehow drifted toward the quieter corners of the palace.
Usually with tea.
Usually with books.
Sometimes with blueprints.
Today happened to be robotics.
"...Universe Three is decades ahead in autonomous maintenance systems," you explained, flipping through a notebook.
Eyre nodded.
"Our efficiency is noticeable compared to others."
"But I do think you rely too heavily on centralized control."
"... yeah... yeah, I agree."
The conversation continued effortlessly.
Old science-fiction novels.
Video games.
The ethics of self-learning machines.
One topic flowed naturally into another.
Neither of you noticed how comfortable the silence between sentences had become.
It was, admittedly...
A familiar feeling.
One you normally associated with Shin.
Hours spent discussing work often ended with you absentmindedly reaching over to fix his hair, pat his head, or gently scratch behind one pointed ear while continuing your train of thought.
He had long since stopped reacting.
It was simply...
Something you did.
"...Actually," you said, pointing at a diagram, "if you changed the processor architecture-"
Your hand moved before your brain did.
A casual ruffle through soft silver hair.
"..."
Eyre blinked once.
You kept talking.
"-the computational bottleneck practically disappears, assuming the hardware can compensate..."
Another absentminded stroke across the top of his head.
"..."
"..."
Then...
Your fingers found the spot just behind his ear.
A light scratch.
"..."
"..."
Eyre froze.
Not stiff.
Just...
Completely still.
Nearby...
Lord Mosco witnessed everything.
He looked toward Eyre.
Then toward you.
Then back again.
...
He remained perfectly silent.
"...Which is why I think decentralized systems are-"
Your sentence stopped.
Your hand...
Was still gently scratching behind Eyre's ear.
"..."
Slowly...
Very slowly...
You looked up.
Then at your own hand.
Then back at Eyre.
"..."
"Oh."
A long pause followed.
"...You're..."
You blinked.
"...Not Shin."
"No," Eyre answered quietly.
"...I'm sorry."
You immediately pulled your hand back as though you'd touched a live wire.
"I wasn't paying attention."
"I know."
"I do that with Shin all the time."
"I assumed as much."
"..."
"..."
"I'm incredibly embarrassed."
Eyre looked at you for a moment.
Then...
"...It was..."
He hesitated.
"...Pleasant."
You stared.
"...Really?"
He gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.
"...I see."
Neither of you knew what to say after that.
Mosco, meanwhile...
Made absolutely no comment.
He simply filed the memory away forever.
Perhaps for future amusement.
Perhaps because he had never seen Eyre look quite so relaxed.
Either way...
Some moments were better left uninterrupted.
The next gathering...
You made a very conscious effort to keep both hands wrapped securely around your teacup.
Just in case.
Eyre noticed.
"...You don't have to."
"...Are you sure?"
A tiny smile appeared on the Kaioshin's face.
"I don't mind."
"..."
"..."
Your hand slowly reached up once more.
A careful pat.
Then another.
Eyre quietly returned to discussing robotics as though nothing unusual had happened.
Neither of you acknowledged it.
And somehow...
That made it feel perfectly natural.
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Hey, I have watched your posts about Dragon Ball (specifically the ones with the guards and angels who have kinda become Y/N’s harem unofficially) how about when they actually meet Y/N who is legitimately so beautiful they don’t look human/mortal and just so calm and peaceful around them… mostly because other humans are afraid to even raise their voice around them because they don’t want to disturb them… and they’re so sweet especially to little kids (or who they think is a child… you know the gods/angels that are particularly little and cute) and just so easy to get along with since they’re pretty smart can’t get tired of looking at their face and listening to their voice
There had been expectations.
The supreme kais had heard about you for months.
The angels had heard even longer.
A mortal.
Exceptionally intelligent.
Invited to gatherings usually reserved for gods.
Someone Beerus tolerated.
Someone the Grand Priest genuinely enjoyed speaking with.
Naturally everyone was curious.
"...They're late."
One of the guards shifted impatiently.
"You've been saying that for three minutes," another sighed.
Then...
The doors opened.
Conversation stopped.
Not because you made a grand entrance.
Quite the opposite.
You simply walked inside with a small smile, greeting everyone as though you'd known them for years.
There was no arrogance.
No nervousness.
Just... peace.
The room itself seemed quieter somehow.
Even Beerus looked up from his meal.
"...Hello," you greeted softly.
One angel blinked.
Another almost dropped the tray they were carrying.
"...Oh."
"..."
"...They're..."
"...Beautiful."
It wasn't merely your appearance.
Though...
Yes.
You were breathtaking.
Almost unreal.
Like someone had painted a person instead of creating one.
It was the way you smiled.
The way your voice never rose above a gentle conversation.
The way you looked at everyone as though they already mattered.
It was comforting.
You wandered through the palace, happily introducing yourself.
Learning names.
Remembering them immediately.
Asking questions.
Listening carefully to every answer.
You made everyone feel...
Seen.
Even those usually overlooked.
Especially Zeno's guards.
"...You remembered my name?"
"Of course."
"...We only met once."
"I know."
That smile nearly killed him.
Then...
You spotted Cus.
Your eyes lit up.
"Oh!"
The tiny angel looked up curiously.
"...Hello."
Without hesitation, you crouched down.
"Oh my goodness, aren't you adorable?"
"..."
"..."
Cus blinked.
"...Thank you?"
"Where are your parents?"
Silence.
Several angels immediately looked away.
Whis pressed a hand over his mouth.
Vados was already laughing.
"I'm an angel," Cus explained politely.
"Oh."
"..."
"...So..."
You hesitated.
"...Are you still allowed juice boxes?"
Beerus snorted so hard he nearly inhaled his food.
Cus tilted her head.
"...What is a juice box?"
"I'll get you one."
"You don't have to."
"I want to."
"..."
"...Very well."
Unfortunately...
It happened again.
This time with Zeno.
You found him sitting happily on the floor, stacking colorful blocks.
"...Aww."
The Omni-King looked up.
"Hi!"
"Hi there."
You smiled warmly.
"Are your parents nearby?"
The Grand Priest looked over.
"...I suppose I am."
"Oh!"
You offered him an apologetic smile.
"I'm sorry, your son is very well-behaved."
"..."
"..."
"...Thank you."
No one corrected you.
Not a single soul.
Mostly because watching the Grand Priest silently accept being mistaken for Zeno's father was far too entertaining.
By the end of the day...
The guards had developed a schedule to volunteer for whichever hallway you happened to be walking through.
The angels found themselves lingering a little longer whenever you started talking.
Cus now knew what apple juice was.
Zeno had proudly declared you his friend.
And Beerus...
Beerus quietly accepted that, somehow...
Yet another group of celestial beings had become hopelessly fond of one very gentle mortal.
It kept happening.
No one knew why.
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There are so many jokes about Liquiir, oh my god.
quietly ask Korn if his God of Destruction has had all his rabies shots
admiringly call Liquiir "Kurama" from *Naruto* (and accidentally explain the creature's lore)
learn the God of Destruction's name, mistake it for "liquor" (cerebrospinal fluid/liquor cerebrospinalis)and excitedly call Goten and Trunks over, claiming there are references to the anime *Attack on Titan*
Liquiir is actually one of my fav gods there, idk why
... I probably know why, I don't want to say it out loud
It's called "Pattern Recognition" :)
You had met many Gods of Destruction.
Beerus.
Champa.
Belmod.
Sidra.
Each one had left... an impression.
But Universe 8's God of Destruction?
He was certainly memorable.
Mainly because he looked like an enormous fox.
"..."
"..."
You stared.
Liquiir stared back.
(🎵 Well he looks at me And I look at him And he looks at me And I look at him
And he looks at me And I look at him 🎵)
Without thinking, you turned toward Korn.
"...Has he had all his rabies shots?"
Silence.
Korn blinked once.
"...Excuse me?"
"I mean, he is canine-adjacent."
"He is a God of Destruction."
"That didn't answer my question."
Liquiir's tail twitched.
"..."
"..."
"...I have."
"Oh, good."
Korn buried his face in one hand.
A few hours later...
You found yourself sitting beside Liquiir while everyone else chatted.
You looked him over thoughtfully.
"...You know..."
Liquiir glanced at you.
"You really remind me of Kurama."
"...Who?"
"The Nine-Tailed Fox from Naruto."
(In case you haven't watched Naruto, because, well, I haven't, it's this shit)
You immediately launched into an explanation before anyone could stop you.
"So there's this giant fox with enough power to flatten mountains, sealed inside the protagonist as a baby because his dad thought it'd be a fantastic parenting decision-"
Liquiir listened in complete silence.
"...Eventually they're friends."
"..."
"...He sounds respectable."
"He really is."
Beerus walked past.
"...Please don't encourage them."
Later...
The Grand Priest casually introduced everyone.
"And this is Liquiir."
You froze.
"...Liquor?"
"No. Liquiir."
"...Liquor?"
"...Liquiir."
Your eyes widened.
"No way."
Without another word, you sprinted away.
Everyone watched in confusion.
Seconds later...
"GOTEN!"
"TRUNKS!"
The two boys looked up from their training.
"What?"
"You guys won't believe this!"
You pointed dramatically toward Universe 8's Destroyer.
"His name is Liquiir!"
"...Yeah?"
"Like liquor cerebrospinalis!"
"..."
"..."
"The spinal fluid!"
Goten blinked.
"...Okay?"
"It's an Attack on Titan reference!"
Trunks frowned.
"...I don't think it is."
"It absolutely is!"
"It's... literally just the Latin translation of cerebrospinal fluid."
"But they use it in Attack on Titan!"
"..."
"..."
By the time the two boys wandered off you had already begun enthusiastically explaining Titan biology to an increasingly bewildered God of Destruction.
Liquiir didn't understand half the words coming out of your mouth.
He did understand your excitement.
...And, somehow...
That was enough to keep listening.
Meanwhile, Korn quietly wondered whether angels were allowed to request a transfer.
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The reader looks at this informal gathering of gods at leisure, then shifts their gaze to Bulma, who is watching skeptically: "You know, I’d be unbeatable if I actually knew the rules of D&D—or any board game, for that matter."
Bulma: "…This sort of "book club" is probably a lot better—and calmer—than Saiyans. I just don't get why it’s all happening in my house."
Just another Tuesday
Bulma had stopped asking questions a long time ago.
The first few visits had been reasonable enough. Beerus wanted food. Whis wanted dessert. Goku somehow wandered in because he smelled cooking from several kilometers away.
Normal.
Well, relatively speaking.
Then one afternoon, you showed up carrying three board games under one arm and a bag full of snacks under the other.
By sunset, somehow every deity in Universe 7, and several from outside it, had squeezed themselves into CC's living room.
Beerus argued over whether someone had cheated.
Whis patiently explained the rules for the fifth time.
The Supreme Kai insisted they should be playing "properly."
The Grand Priest smiled pleasantly while somehow winning every single round.
Even Zeno was enthusiastically stacking little wooden pieces into a tower that absolutely wasn't part of the game anymore.
Bulma watched all of it with a cup of coffee in hand.
"...I don't even know why I keep buying more chairs."
You looked around the room, taking in the bizarre sight.
Angels.
Destroyers.
Supreme Kais.
All arguing over cardboard and a dice.
"...You know," you admitted, scratching your cheek, "I'd be completely unbeatable if I actually knew the rules of Dungeons and Dragons."
Several conversations stopped.
Beerus looked over.
"Dungeons... and what?"
"A tabletop roleplaying game."
Silence.
You smiled sheepishly.
"I've... never actually played."
Whis blinked.
"You organized today's gathering."
"I know."
"You brought the books."
"I did."
"You own the dice."
"Yep."
"..."
You sighed dramatically.
"I just thought everyone would have fun."
Beerus groaned.
"So we've all been sitting here for twenty minutes because you don't know the rules?"
"I was hoping someone else did."
The room became suspiciously quiet.
One by one, every pair of eyes shifted somewhere else.
The Grand Priest politely looked at the ceiling.
Shin suddenly found the snack table fascinating.
Even Whis coughed into his hand.
"...None of us have played," he admitted.
"Oh."
"..."
"...Well," you said brightly, "that's awkward."
Bulma pinched the bridge of her nose.
"I have a house full of literal gods."
Another pause.
"They're having a book club over fantasy dragons."
Another pause.
"They're arguing over dice."
You offered an apologetic smile.
"...Sorry?"
She looked between you, Beerus trying to read the rulebook upside down, Whis quietly correcting him, Goku asking if rolling a natural twenty meant he could punch the dragon immediately, and Zeno happily coloring on one of the character sheets.
Then she sighed.
"...You know what?"
You tilted your head.
"This is probably a lot better, and a lot calmer, than having Saiyans fighting outside my house."
You smiled.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"I just don't understand," she muttered, taking another sip of coffee, "why this keeps happening in my house."
No one had an answer for that.
Not even the gods.
But somehow...
The next session was already being planned before the evening was over.
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I read this headcanon so often, even though it only came out yesterday, I love you axxxx
I have fun imagining the reader (even before Daishinkan has a chance to reveal who Zenon is) picking up Zenon and bringing him to Bulma, saying, "I don't know where he came from, but he's probably one of your children." Zenon and Daishinkan are amused by the situation, while Bulma and Beerus are nervous. Or that the reader might take occasional breaks from reading. They turn off the show/close the book, stretch (all the gods can hear the creaking of this hman's stiff muscles and bones), and maybe they could go catch grasshoppers? If such insects are found in the grass in Bulma's territory. The angels are like, "Ooh, look at this little predator!" when the reader listens to the sound of insects and follows it.
The reader looks up from their book/phone, and each time they see a new deity standing next to them. They literally start keeping a list of new faces (for their own peace of mind and to make sure they're not completely nuts).
Shin is the only one the reader openly hugs. Well, you know, for everyone it looks like a kind of strange privilege on the part of kaioshin, who receives tactile touch from a human. Maybe…their friendship is at the level where the reader can harmlessly ruffle Kaioshin's hair, and since Shin HIMSELF reaches for this gesture, showing that he wants to do this, he is scratched behind the ears like a kitten. The rest of the gods and angels are watching
Y/N has one rule.
If something strange happens...
Assume it's Earth being weird.
It's usually correct.
Usually.
"Bulma, I think you lost one."
One afternoon...
Y/N is quietly reading beneath a tree.
A tiny child wanders over.
Looks at the book.
"...Whatcha reading?"
"Oh."
Y/N smiles.
"Hi."
The child happily sits beside them.
For almost an hour.
They talk about cartoons.
Dinosaurs.
Ice cream.
Whether penguins have knees.
The important things.
Eventually...
Y/N closes the book.
Picks the child up.
Walks straight over to Bulma.
"Hey."
"I found one."
Bulma blinks.
"...Found what?"
"I think this is yours."
"...Mine?"
"I don't know."
"He kinda... appeared."
"So I figured he probably belongs to you."
"..."
Beerus has gone completely rigid.
Whis quietly looks away.
The Grand Priest has lowered his head just enough to hide the smile threatening to appear.
Bulma slowly looks at the child.
Then at Y/N.
Then back at the child.
"...Y/N."
"...That's Zeno."
"..."
"..."
"...Is that his first name?"
Beerus nearly has a heart attack.
Zeno just giggles.
"They thought I was Bulma's!"
"That was funny!"
The Grand Priest doesn't correct Y/N immediately.
Mostly because...
Lord Zeno hasn't laughed this hard in centuries.
Nature Documentary
Sometimes...
After reading for a while...
Y/N gets stiff.
Very stiff.
They stand.
Stretch.
Every joint immediately announces itself.
Crack.
Pop.
Creak.
The silence across the garden is immediate.
Belmod blinks.
"...Did..."
"...Did they break?"
Whis tilts his head.
"...Fascinating."
Before anyone can ask...
Y/N suddenly crouches.
"...Shhh."
Everyone freezes.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"What is it?"
"I heard one."
"Heard... what?"
"...Grasshopper."
The next ten minutes...
Consist entirely of one human slowly stalking through Bulma's garden.
Listening.
Pausing.
Changing direction.
Listening again.
Then...
"Gotcha!"
Y/N triumphantly lifts a tiny grasshopper.
"..."
The Angels gather around.
Immediately.
Whis leans closer.
"Oh."
"So this is how humans hunt insects."
Vados nods thoughtfully.
"Remarkably efficient."
Martinu watches with genuine fascination.
"They're tracking it entirely through sound..."
Mojito quietly whispers,
"...Cute little predator."
Y/N has absolutely no idea they're being narrated like a wildlife documentary.
The List
It starts after the seventh party.
Y/N looks up from their phone.
"..."
"...Who are you?"
"...Liquiir."
"Thanks."
Notebook.
Open.
Liquiir.
Fox.
Quiet.
Next party.
"..."
"...You're new."
"...Rou."
"Cool."
Notebook.
Rou.
Looks tired.
Green little man
Eventually...
The notebook becomes...
Ridiculously detailed.
Korn.
Very serious.
Looks like he'd know where to buy good tea.
Beerus.
Acts grumpy.
Will steal your chips.
Whis.
Appears behind me.
Frequently.
How.
...
He's there again
One afternoon...
Daishinkan quietly glances at the notebook.
"..."
He finds his own entry.
Short.
Very cute.
Scares me a bit.
Seems nice though.
"..."
He smiles.
Very softly.
Shin's Privilege
Nobody remembers how it started.
One greeting became...
A hug.
"...Hi, Shin."
"Hello, Y/N."
Hug.
Then...
Every party.
Without fail.
Eventually...
Shin starts expecting it.
If Y/N gets distracted...
Shin quietly walks over.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...You forgot."
"Hm?"
"..."
"...Oh!"
"Sorry!"
Hug.
One afternoon...
Y/N absentmindedly ruffles Shin's hair.
"..."
"..."
"..."
Shin closes his eyes.
"..."
"...Again?"
"...You... want me to?"
A tiny nod.
So Y/N gently scratches through his soft white hair.
Like someone petting a sleepy kitten.
Shin practically melts.
"..."
"..."
"...This is pleasant."
Across the garden...
Every single God.
Every Angel.
Even Beerus.
Has stopped what they're doing.
Belmod whispers,
"..."
"...Did your Supreme Kai...just ask to be pet?"
Beerus blinks.
"I...think he did."
Whis is smiling into his teacup.
"Oh dear."
"I appear to be witnessing jealousy."
Because...
The other Kaioshin are staring.
The Gods are staring.
Even some of the Angels...
Are looking at Shin...
Then at Y/N.
Then back at Shin.
Mojito quietly mutters,
"...Lucky."
Vados smiles behind her cup.
"Who would've thought...the Supreme Kai would become the most petted deity in existence."
Shin, completely unaware everyone is watching...
Simply leans ever so slightly into Y/N's hand.
Nobody has the heart to interrupt.
Even Beerus.
Because somehow...
The most peaceful being at Bulma's parties...
Had managed to tame the Supreme Kai.
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Hiii I love your writing! Do you think I can request dbz Super Buuhan (gohan absorbed) x reader? You can take it anyway you like, no limits (to whatever you’re comfortable with ofc)! Thank you and hope you’re having a good day! :)
I'm having a great day, thanks! :)
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Being absorbed by Majin Buu doesn't erase you from his mind
It buries you.
Feelings become...
Difficult to ignore.
Buuhan has no interest in humans.
They're weak, fragile, insignificant.
So why...
Why does one particular human make his chest feel so... strange?
He finds you by accident.
Standing among the ruins of a city.
Searching.
Calling a name that no one answers anymore.
"...Gohan!"
Again.
"...Gohan!"
Again.
"...Please..."
"..."
Buuhan lands silently behind you.
"So. You survived."
You spin around.
Hope flashes across your face.
For the briefest second.
Because...
The gi.
The eyes.
"..."
"...Gohan?"
The word lingers.
Something shifts.
Deep inside.
A voice.
Faint.
Y/N...
Buuhan frowns.
"..."
"...How irritating."
He knows that name.
He shouldn't.
He has never met you.
Yet...
The memories aren't his.
You take a hesitant step forward.
"...You're..."
Your smile trembles.
"...You're still in there."
"No."
His answer comes immediately.
"There is no Son Gohan."
"There is only Majin Buu."
But the certainty feels...
Forced.
Because every time you look at him...
Another memory surfaces.
A picnic.
Holding hands.
Studying together.
Your laugh.
Gohan blushing when you caught him staring.
"..."
"...Silence."
He fires an energy blast beside you.
The explosion shakes the ground.
Not to kill you.
To make the memories stop.
"You shouldn't...look at me like that."
"...Why?"
"..."
"..."
"...Because I remember why."
The words escape before he can stop them.
He freezes.
You freeze.
"..."
"...Gohan?"
"No!"
His voice echoes across the ruined city.
The pink flesh around his shoulders ripples violently.
Inside... Gohan is fighting.
Just for one more moment.
You slowly reach into your pocket.
Pulling out something small.
A simple silver ring.
Bent slightly from the battle.
"...You gave this to me."
Buuhan stares at it.
Nothing happens.
Then...
The memories crash into him all at once.
Studying under a tree.
Asking for your hand with cheeks bright red.
Training together.
Promising he'd always come home.
His head snaps downward.
Hands gripping his temples.
"...Stop."
You don't move.
"STOP!"
The entire planet shakes.
Mountains split apart.
The sky tears open.
Not because Buuhan is angry.
Because for the first time...
Someone inside him is resisting.
You hear it.
"Run..."
Your breath catches.
"...Gohan?"
"Please..."
"Before..."
"I..."
Buuhan roars.
The voice disappears.
When he looks at you again...
His expression is calm.
Too calm.
"..."
"...Leave."
"What?"
"I won't repeat myself."
"You..."
His jaw tightens.
"...make him louder."
Silence.
"..."
"...I don't like that."
You realize then...
He isn't sparing you.
Not out of mercy.
Not out of weakness.
But because every second you're near him...
Gohan keeps fighting.
And Buuhan hates it.
BONUS
Much later...
After Buu is defeated.
After everyone is rescued.
After peace returns.
Gohan wakes with a gasp.
Memories flooding back.
Fragments.
Broken pieces.
None of them make sense.
Until...
He sees you.
Standing in the doorway.
The silver ring still around your finger.
"..."
"...I heard you."
You whisper.
Gohan blinks.
"...What?"
"When you told me to run."
"..."
"..."
"...You heard that?"
He doesn't remember speaking.
He barely remembers thinking.
Yet somehow...
His voice had reached you through Buu.
You cross the room.
Taking his hand.
"...You kept your promise."
"My promise?"
"You came home."
Gohan quietly breaks down.
Because for a while...
He truly believed he never would.
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Spare some Frieza x human reader crumbs pls? Spare Frieza x human reader fics please 🤲
If the people demand blood, it is my duty to spill it… Or, in this case, if they demand more Frieza.
---
Humanity fascinates Frieza.
Not because he thinks humans are powerful.
Quite the opposite.
They're absurdly fragile.
Tiny. (well, compared to Frieza... not so much)
Short-lived.
A species that somehow became friends with Saiyans, Namekians, and literal gods despite having no business surviving any of it.
He cannot understand them.
Which, unfortunately makes him curious.
At first... you're simply another Earthling.
One of many.
Frieza barely remembers your name.
Until you refuse to be afraid of him.
Not because you're brave.
You're absolutely terrified.
You're just very bad at hiding your annoyance.
"You know..."
You sigh while sweeping broken glass off Capsule Corp's floor.
"If you're going to threaten the planet every other month...Could you at least stop breaking Bulma's windows? They're expensive."
"...Did you just complain about...property damage?"
"Yes."
"..."
Frieza blinks.
He has conquered galaxies.
Destroyed planets.
Ruled empires.
And this tiny little human...
Has just scolded him over a window.
"...How refreshing."
From then on...
He starts talking to you.
Not because he particularly likes you.
Because you're...
Entertaining.
Everyone else either worships him...
Or wants to kill him.
You?
You hand him a cup of tea.
"...Careful. It's hot."
"...You're concerned I might burn my tongue?"
"I don't know how your biology works."
"Hmm, fair enough"
Vegeta is horrified.
"Bulma...the brat is broken."
You casually ask Frieza to scoot over because he's sitting in your spot on the couch.
"..."
"...Excuse me? You're blocking the TV."
"..."
"...Nobody has ever spoken to me this way."
"Okay...Could you still move?"
He does.
Entirely because he's too confused not to.
The moment everyone realizes something is wrong...
Frieza arrives on Earth.
Nobody knows why.
The Z Fighters prepare for battle.
Gohan tells everyone to get ready.
Then...
Frieza walks right past all of them.
Straight to you.
"..."
"I require your opinion."
"...On?"
"I've been informed this cape is...'Too dramatic.'"
"..."
"..."
"..."
Everyone stares.
"...Who told you that?"
"You did, you tail-less monkey."
"...Oh... well, I stand by it."
"..."
"...Very well. I shall burn it."
"...Maybe don't."
"...Hm."
He keeps the cape.
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Hi! I’m the anon that asked about an SCP-053 the young girl; and now I’m curious; how would Beerus or Whis (or any of the gods) react? Goku brought her to some cookout they were having, but soon Vegeta evacuated everyone before anyone could get those anomalous urges of violence, then berating Goku after for completely forgetting about the little girl’s power(honestly sounds like something he would do because, “She seems nice and she’s technically harmless I didn’t see the big deal!”) would Beerus feel unnerved by her anomalous power? I feel like Whis would be good, seeing as he is an angel, but idk…
(Bonus: The zenies and their bodyguards come too because Goku invited them, not knowing if they were gonna show up and everyone is about to have a heart attack all on their own from the little girl seeming to make brand new bffs with the Zenies, thinking that her anomalous aura is funny (they know what she is) but just the thought of everyone on edge with all their mouths hanging open with their eyes bulging out (even Zeni’s bodyguards) is just so hilarious and has me wheezing lmao 🤣)
So... I know the one you're talking about, but once again, I'm too lazy to look for it and keep it with the same vibes... anyway
--
Never.
Let Goku.
Organize.
The guest list.
Ever.
---
It started innocently enough.
A cookout.
Good food.
Friends.
The Gods of Destruction.
A few Supreme Kais.
The Guide Angels
Bulma somehow agreed to host again.
Everything was going perfectly.
Until...
Goku arrived.
Holding a little girl's hand.
"Hey! I brought someone!"
Vegeta looked up.
"...Who?"
"Oh, her!"
The little girl smiled shyly.
"Hello."
Five seconds.
Exactly five.
Then Vegeta's eyes widened.
"...Kakarot."
"Hm?"
"...Tell me."
"..."
"...Who is that?"
"Oh!"
"This is Iris!"
"She's really nice!"
"..."
"...KAKAROT."
Piccolo noticed too.
"..."
"..."
"...Everyone."
His voice became unusually calm.
"Step away from the child."
Krillin blinked.
"...Why?"
Vegeta immediately grabbed him by the collar.
"BECAUSE YOU'D LIKE TO CONTINUE LIVING."
Within seconds...
Half the party is being physically dragged away.
Tien.
Yamcha.
Master Roshi.
Android 18 is dragging Krillin despite him loudly insisting,
"But she looks harmless!"
"THAT'S THE PROBLEM."
Goku scratches the back of his head.
"I don't get it."
Vegeta actually looks offended.
"OF COURSE YOU DON'T."
Meanwhile...
The little girl is quietly eating a hot dog.
Completely unaware that she's accidentally causing the biggest evacuation since Majin Buu.
"...Did I do something wrong?"
"..."
Everyone immediately feels guilty.
"No!"
"Absolutely not!"
"Please keep eating."
"...From over there."
Beerus watches the chaos.
"..."
"...Is this another Earth custom?"
Whis had noticed the anomaly almost immediately.
Not ki.
Not magic.
Not divine energy.
Something...
Different.
A strange phenomenon wrapped around the child.
Almost instinctual.
Almost...
Defensive.
"...Curious."
Beerus glances over.
"You aren't affected?"
"No."
"You?"
"...Not particularly."
Beerus yawns.
"Hm."
"...Odd little mortal."
The other Gods begin comparing notes.
Belmod frowns.
"...I can feel something trying to influence me."
Liquiir nods.
"It is...persistent."
Sidra looks uncomfortable.
"...Like an impulse."
Beerus simply shrugs.
"It stopped trying after a few seconds."
Whis quietly explains,
"It seems to recognize that we are... fundamentally different."
The child sighs.
"...People always leave."
Silence.
Goku finally realizes why everyone panicked.
"..."
"...Oh."
"..."
"...I forgot."
Vegeta's eye twitches.
"YOU."
"FORGOT."
"THE MURDER AURA."
"I was hungry!"
---
Because Goku is Goku...
He also invited Zeno.
Without asking anyone.
"..."
"..."
"..."
The Grand Priest opens a portal.
Zeno happily skips through.
"Oh!"
"A party!"
Everyone immediately forgets about SCP-053.
Because now there are two ways this gathering could end with universal destruction.
The little girl blinks.
"...Hi."
Zeno waves enthusiastically.
"Hi!"
"...Do you wanna play tag?"
"...Okay!"
The entire universe collectively stops breathing.
The two children immediately run off together.
Laughing.
Playing.
Completely harmless.
Beerus is frozen.
Whis is frozen.
Even the Gods of Destruction have gone completely silent.
The Grand Priest watches them for a moment.
"..."
"...Lord Zeno appears delighted."
His expression doesn't change.
But one of the attending Angels notices...
The Grand Priest has subtly repositioned himself.
Not because he fears the little girl.
Because every single God in attendance looks seconds away from fainting.
Belmod whispers,
"...Should... should we stop them?"
Nobody moves.
Nobody volunteers.
Nobody is getting between the Omni-King and his new friend.
A few minutes later...
The little girl wins a game of tag.
Zeno laughs so hard he falls over.
"Again!"
"Okay!"
Beerus quietly accepts his fate.
"If we don't survive this afternoon... I'm killing Goku myself..."
Whis smiles into his teacup.
"I believe that policy is long overdue."
When the party is over...
Goku happily waves goodbye.
"See you next time!"
Every single person there immediately turns to him.
"..."
"There."
"Will."
"Not."
"Be."
"A."
"Next."
"Time."
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Is it possible to obtain the Daishinkan (and possibly even Whis) and the reader?
(I'm fine, but the thought haunts me and I wonder how it would work.)
The angels find the reader in their home, hiding in the bathroom with cuts on their hands. Angels don't care about what's happening, and they don't help the reader fix it. They are an ancient divine force that has found a pathetic mortal in a cramped space and angels is watching him attempt to vent and escape reality. And they simply stand there, watching it all with curiosity. Whis's words, "I think you're doing it wrong," shatter the pent-up stress and atmosphere, making everything even more awkward and terrifying. Human, tears in his eyes, frantically searches for a means to wipe away the blood, crying, while a huge angel stands behind them, his presence divinely suffocating and his halo illuminating the space.
If this were the Daishinkan, he would probably say, "Lord Zeno would be upset," but this seems more like an uncomprehending and unconscious manipulation of the sense of shame for what's happening, as if the All-King's wrath is now their responsibility.
No words of support or verbal reassurance after leaving the bathroom, only a dead look of quiet, curious indifference from both angels (though perhaps they're reading the atmosphere and understand that any word they say will cause the reader to break down)
Uh, this one's tough...
⚠️ Content Warning: This scenario contains depictions of self-harm, blood, emotional distress, and themes of mental health. Don't read if you're sensitive to this kind of topics. And remember it's okay to ask for help when you're feeling down and have intrussive thoughts.
---
The palace is silent.
Unnaturally so.
Which is why Whis notices the heartbeat first.
Rapid.
Uneven.
Hidden behind a locked bathroom door.
...
He opens it without effort.
Inside...
A human.
Curled against the bathtub.
One hand trembling.
The other stained red.
The sink running.
Trying to wash away blood that refuses to disappear quickly enough.
The human doesn't notice him at first.
Only when the room grows brighter illuminated by the halo behind him
Do they look up.
Their face drains of what little color it had left.
"..."
"..."
Neither speaks.
Whis simply watches.
Not because he enjoys what he sees.
But because...
He doesn't understand it.
His gaze follows every frantic movement.
The towel.
The shaking hands.
The desperate attempt to hide the injuries.
The tears that seem impossible to stop.
Humans cry for many reasons.
Pain.
Joy.
Fear.
Relief.
He cannot determine which this is.
Finally...
"I believe..."
His voice is calm.
"...you're treating the wound incorrectly."
The words hang in the air.
The human freezes.
Then everything breaks.
They hurriedly scrub at the blood.
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry."
"I didn't mean-"
"I'll clean it-"
Their breathing becomes ragged.
They can't even finish a sentence anymore.
Whis watches.
"..."
Something feels...
Wrong.
Not the blood.
Not the injury.
The fear.
The overwhelming shame.
Why is the human apologizing?
...
Elsewhere in the palace...
Daishinkan arrives.
His presence alone stills the room.
He surveys the scene.
The blood.
The towel.
The shaking figure trying desperately not to be seen.
"..."
For a long moment...
He says nothing.
Then...
"If Lord Zeno were to witness this..."
The human's shoulders tense.
"..."
"...he would be saddened."
Silence.
Daishinkan pauses.
He had intended it as an observation.
Not a reprimand.
But...
The human's expression crumples further.
They thought they had disappointed someone.
Again.
Only then...
Does something finally become clear.
This wasn't an accident.
This wasn't a failed medical procedure.
This was suffering.
Hidden suffering.
Neither angel speaks.
Not because they have nothing to say.
But because every sentence they consider feels...
Too small.
Too human.
Too inadequate.
Whis quietly turns off the running water.
He retrieves a clean cloth.
Without asking permission...
He simply places it within the human's reach.
Not forcing it into their hands.
Just...
Leaving it there.
Daishinkan kneels.
Not close enough to crowd them.
Only enough to no longer tower over them.
His expression is unreadable.
Yet...
His gaze is no longer one of detached curiosity.
It is careful.
Studying.
Trying to understand a pain older than injuries themselves.
"..."
"...You wished for this pain to become quieter."
It isn't a question.
The human doesn't answer.
But fresh tears do.
Neither angel offers empty reassurances.
Neither says,
"It will all be alright."
Because they don't know that.
Instead...
They remain.
Silent.
Present.
For the first time in countless millennia...
Two divine beings discover there is a difference between observing mortal pain...and witnessing human suffering.
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Hi! I just found your account/stories! I don't know if you are still writing for Dragon ball but I was hoping you might write a part 2 of "the dark disguise" where Goku black pretends to be goku for the reader to trust him. I was hoping you could write a story where reader somehow got away and traveled with trunks to the dbs timeline. And maybe reader is at first terrified of goku and doesn't trust that it really is her dad at first. After that it's up to you. 😊😊
I'm very much still writing for DBS :)
(As someone with PTSD, this was kinda hard, but beautiful to write)
Hope you like it
part 1
After weeks, maybe even months, of living under Black's "care"...
Y/N finally gets their chance.
Trunks appears during one of Black and Zamasu's attacks.
The battle is chaotic.
Buildings crumble.
Energy blasts tear through the sky.
In the confusion...
Trunks grabs Y/N's wrist.
"Come on!"
"I-I can't-!"
"You can!"
Before Black notices...
The time machine disappears.
The trip feels endless.
Y/N doesn't say a word.
They're curled up in the passenger seat.
Hands shaking.
Every loud noise makes them flinch.
Trunks doesn't push them.
He just quietly promises,
"Hey it's okay...You're safe now."
Y/N doesn't answer.
When they arrive in the present...
Bulma rushes over.
Then Vegeta.
Then everyone else.
Questions fly from every direction.
Until...
The front door opens.
"Hey! Trunks, you're ba-"
Goku.
The second Y/N sees him...
Their entire body freezes.
The smile.
The voice.
The orange gi.
The face.
It's him.
"No..."
Goku stops mid-sentence.
"...Huh?"
Y/N staggers backwards.
"No..."
"No."
"Don't come any closer."
Everyone falls silent.
"Hey, it's okay!" Goku says, raising his hands.
"I'm—"
"NO!"
Y/N's voice cracks.
"Don't—"
"Don't call me kid."
"..."
"Please."
Goku's smile slowly disappears.
Y/N can't breathe.
Because that's exactly how it started before.
The smile.
The gentle voice.
"Hey, kiddo."
"Trust me."
"I'm your dad."
"No..."
Tears spill down their face.
"You're not real."
"You look like him."
"You sound like him."
"You'll change."
"You always change."
Nobody understands.
Except Trunks.
His face darkens.
"...Black."
Y/N nods weakly.
"He..."
"...He wore Dad's face."
Silence.
Heavy.
Painful.
Goku feels sick.
"What...?"
Y/N can't even look at him.
"If I look away..."
"...you'll become him again."
No one knows what to say.
Not even Vegeta.
Instead...
Goku slowly sits down on the floor.
Several meters away.
Far enough that Y/N won't panic.
"...Okay."
"I'll stay here."
No sudden movements.
No reaching out.
No trying to hug them.
Just...
Waiting.
"Sooo...What's your favorite food?"
Y/N blinks.
"...What?"
"I'm hungry...Thought maybe talking about food would help."
Bulma stares.
Vegeta pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Only Kakarot..."
"...Dad always wanted to eat."
Y/N whispers.
Goku laughs sheepishly.
"...Yeah."
"I still do."
"..."
"...Black hated eating."
Goku's smile falters.
"Well, I don't. I love eating."
"...Dad couldn't lie."
Goku scratches his cheek.
"I still can't."
Chi-Chi loudly agrees from the kitchen.
"He absolutely can't."
"...Dad laughed differently."
So Goku laughs.
The same loud, goofy laugh he always has.
Without thinking.
Without forcing it.
"..."
Y/N slowly looks up.
Just for a second.
"...Dad always scratched the back of his head when he was embarrassed."
Goku immediately freezes.
His hand is already behind his head.
"...Oops."
Y/N stares.
Because...
Black never knew that habit.
He tried.
He copied the smile.
The words.
The face.
But not...
The little things.
Over the next few days...
Nobody forces Y/N to be around Goku.
He simply exists nearby.
Training.
Eating.
Laughing.
Making dumb jokes.
Getting yelled at by Chi-Chi.
Losing at board games because he forgets the rules halfway through.
Being...
Goku.
Every day...
Y/N notices another difference.
Black never laughed until he cried.
Black never got distracted by butterflies.
Black never fell asleep sitting upright.
Black never asked if everyone else had eaten first.
Little by little...
The fear starts losing.
Then one afternoon...
Goku falls asleep on the couch.
Completely exhausted.
Snoring loud enough for the entire house to hear.
Y/N quietly walks into the room.
Looks at him.
For several long moments.
Then...
Very carefully...
They drape a blanket over him.
Goku wakes up just enough to mumble,
"...Thanks, kiddo..."
Y/N tenses.
He immediately realizes.
"...Sorry."
"I mean..."
"...Y/N."
Then he smiles.
The same warm, awkward smile.
"...Goodnight."
He falls asleep again almost instantly.
Y/N just stands there.
Watching him snore.
Watching him drool a little.
Watching him mumble something about food in his sleep.
...
"...Dad snores."
A tiny smile appears.
"...Black never did."
For the first time since escaping...
Y/N laughs.
Just a little.
And Goku, despite still being asleep...
Smiles too.
Some wounds don't heal overnight.
But sometimes...
Healing starts with realizing that the monster who stole someone's face...
Could never steal the heart behind it.
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