ᴳᵒᵈˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵐᵒᶰˢᵗᵉʳˢ

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Idle hands sat at his sides as he inspected the other, what a peculiar coat they wore, was this a child? Still he could feel the veil of darkness over them which for those will ill intent in their hearts was not out of the ordinary, but this darkness was far deeper than any he had ever seen.

He followed suit before getting close enough to them, not wanting to cause alarm just yet. “Child, wait a moment.” This darkness piqued the man’s interest, if they were a threat than they would be dealt with.

“This may be Son Goku’s body but do not lump our intellect together, that wretched Saiyan lives off pitiful instinct alone, I on the other hand am no fool.” Their meeting was unusual, being spotted by their ships radar, of course he had no recollection of this person accusing him of being a stalker.

“You can consider me his better half, if that buffon used his abilities to their fullest extent than I suppose that result is ...me. After all only a god born being can use god ki to its fullest potential.

This body was his but the heart and mind that reside it are not, I do however have unfinished business with both him and the prince.”

They were, big, a light understatement but even with his vast knowledge this was a first for the god. Clearly this obstruction was sentient, they were alive and seemed to be communicating? With whom Black could hardly imagine, but if curiosity wasn’t killing him.

“Now what on Earth are you supposed to be?” Their size hardly intimidated him, it was just shock that caused the god to gawk at the apparent automaton like being.

This one was his brat alright, that look in his eyes, the way he held himself and especially the heaviness in his blows. Black had arrived at the perfect point in time, some time before the artificial humans took a young Trunk’s beloved mentor. If Gohan was taken out now who knows what it might do to one of his biggest problems in the future, perhaps create a future where his plans go off without a hitch. 

“Gohan, don’t you recognize your own Father? It’s me! Come on now don’t tell me you forgot already ...” A sinister sneer came over the god, taking more of the future super saiyan’s heavy attacks like they were child’s play. “Oh wait a moment, your Goku ...he died in this timeline didn’t he? When you were but a young boy, he died right before your eyes and the rest of your filthy family and you couldn’t do a thing to help him or the rest of your friends as they perished!”

In every way was this considered taboo for anyone or even the kais, no not even the gods themselves were allowed to tamper with the past only to watch over and survey. As if that had gotten them anywhere to creating a better future for the world or its, infestation. It was this lazy attitude that created such flawed beings and such ugly imperfections.

“Now where might he be, my dearest first born ...” A sly grin slithering over Black’s lips as he searched, he might have Goku’s body but he does not hold proper memories; especially of the past. He was curious and willing, the only thing standing in his way and his other self was Son Goku and his little friends, but, what would happen to their future if an important figure was ripped out at an earlier stage? 

What might happen if this Goku was tortured by the sight of his sons corpse being held like a ragged and filthy doll in his own hands? 

Idle hands moved as both arms crossed the god’s chest, this boy was relentless but above all an annoyance, demanding things of him and in such a rude manner; though too no surprise after all he was a human and worse yet a miserable saiyan.

“You have quite a lot of nerve boy, have you no manners? I suppose not, that’s the typical saiyan for you.” Black scoffed, his gaze not even set on them, he was being overconfident in the fact that he was no threat to him; not with that level of strength. “I’ve wasted enough time with the likes of you, you should be grateful mortal. 

Now for being such a manner-less child, there’s just the matter of your punishment.” His gaze shifting back to the others, his eyes growing large with excitement as a devilish grin crawled over Black’s lips.

“Excuse me, yes you, boy over here.” It was almost too good, he could hardly contain himself. To find the golden child himself so simply? Oh but he wouldn’t be simple, no, not with the monstrous strength this one has. His breath was steady but inside was a battle of his inner demon begging to come out and destroy this child.

“I think I’m lost ...could you point me in the right direction? I’m looking for someplace, special.” A near flawless smile grew over Black’s face, eyes warm and full of life as he kept his gaze on the green haired young man.

His blood was boiling as his excitement grew, a real challenge, a real fight, he wasn’t All Might but he would do just fine.