This is a fanart of Dark Chocolate Boba-loving Vegeta Yonsei's favorite plush doll of him in my JUMP crossover light-novel-style fanfiction series 「The Boredom of a Saiyan Prince Turned Pop IDOL!」
For context, in this fanfic light novel series, Vegeta is forced to become an idol trainee under JUMP Entertainment Agency along with Roronoa Zoro, Sasuke Uchiha, Jaganshi Hiei, Killua Zoldyck , Katsuki Bakugo, and Inosuke Hashibira to form the Bétä Unit, a sub-unit of the JUMP Force 57 Idol Group, an ambitious project gathering 57 individuals from across the JUMP Universe to form the Universe's most powerful idol group!
Unbeknownst to them all, including Vegeta himself, he is actually a sleeping reality-warping God of Destruction who holds the fate of the Universe and whose boredom threatens to end all of existence!
This plush doll is one of the official merchandise for the Bétä Unit. This became his favorite because it depicts him hugging his favorite Dark Chocolate Boba in an adorable way.
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Hihi! I saw that your requests are open again! So, I wanted to request a oneshot of Goku Black or Zamasu trying to take care of the female reader of her period, please.
(Totallyy not influenced due to me being on my period. No, my good writer.)
Yeah, sure, totally ;) Gotcha
Bloody Hell
Zamasu had always found mortals to be filthy, flawed creatures. Their bodies were weak, susceptible to disease, pain, and suffering. He had observed their pathetic ailments from a distance, never once imagining he would have to care for one.
But you… you were different.
He still didn’t understand why he tolerated you, why he let you stay by his side when all other mortals disgusted him. Perhaps it was because you weren’t like the others—less selfish, more patient. Or maybe he simply enjoyed your company, though he would never admit it.
But when he found you curled up in pain, your face pale, your body trembling, he felt… something unfamiliar. Concern.
"You’re unwell," he stated, kneeling beside you. "What afflicts you?"
You winced as another cramp hit you, groaning. "It’s… just my period, Zamasu. It happens every month. I’ll be fine."
He frowned. "A monthly affliction? How inefficient."
You managed a weak chuckle. "Yeah, tell me about it."
For the first time, Zamasu found himself at a loss. He was a god, above mortal suffering—how was he supposed to help?
"Do you require healing?" he asked, summoning his divine energy.
You shook your head. "It’s not something you can just fix. It’ll pass."
Zamasu hated that answer. He hated that he couldn’t take away your pain.
Still, he observed you, analyzed what little he knew of mortal comfort. Carefully, he summoned warm tea infused with calming herbs, conjured soft blankets, and placed a cooling cloth on your forehead.
"Rest," he said, his voice softer than usual. "You will not suffer alone."
Goku Black was not like Zamasu. He did not merely tolerate you—he claimed you. You were his, and anything that caused you pain was an insult to his divinity.
So when he discovered you curled up, struggling through your period, he was furious.
"Who dares to make you suffer?" he demanded, his aura flaring.
You blinked up at him, exhaustion in your eyes. "Uh… biology?"
His rage simmered, replaced with confusion. "Explain."
You sighed. "It’s just something that happens to women, Black. It’s annoying, but it’s normal."
"Normal?" he scoffed. "You think I will allow my queen to be in pain every month because of some pathetic mortal weakness?"
Before you could protest, he teleported away. Minutes later, he returned, arms full of various remedies—herbal teas, heating pads, even chocolates.
You stared. "Where did you—?"
"I took them," he said simply.
"You stole them?"
He smirked. "They were unworthy of keeping such gifts when you are in need."
You sighed but couldn’t help the small smile forming. He may have been merciless, but when it came to you, he was devoted.
Settling beside you, he pulled you into his lap, his strong arms wrapped around you protectively. "Rest, my love," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Your pain will pass, and I will be here until it does."
For this chapter of "When a Certain Destruction Came Into my Life!"
It was then that Vegeta started to reflect upon himself. He looked up into the stars and began to speak his thoughts,
"I always thought that being a God of Destruction is all about being evil and ruthless, that my powers were meant to destroy worlds and cause the misery and punishment of foolish mortals. I have always despised my duties. I lied to myself believing that I was enjoying such a power and glorious position, for I have become the most powerful being in the Universe. I thought that becoming the strongest would satisfy my Saiyan blood. I relished in that thought, even though there were times I felt that I ain't doing things right. I was once a Prince of a mighty warrior race, raised to carry the pride, honor, and glory of my people. I was taught to kill and destroy my enemies in battle, not just anyone or anything that has nothing to do with me. When I became the God of Destruction, I had no idea what to do. All I know is that in order to keep the balance of my Universe, I had to keep destroying anything no matter what. It was because of that that I long since decided that the Proud Saiyan Prince who I used to be was gone.
"Since when have I become so twisted? Was it really due to my hate and bitterness about my fate? I made that wish to become the most powerful being in the Universe, that's why I became a God of Destruction. I chose this path myself. But then, one day, I woke up in my bed and realized that becoming the most powerful being is such a cursed existence. It was something I couldn't escape. All I could ever do is to keep on destroying no matter what, even if I didn't wish to.
"Mortals despised me. They feared me, cursed at me, for I was the cause of their misery. I heard everything they thought about me and I am forced to take it all in. It made me hate the mortals for always reminding me how much I loathed being in this position. But, I never would have thought that someone would appreciate my presence at all. They made me realize that the power of destruction I held could also bring the justice they seek, the protection they need, some sort of comfort from their pain, and an end to their sufferings."
A pleased smile stretched across Vegeta's lips as he continued, "I felt so relieved at that. I was glad to know that I can still exist like I'm still the same Saiyan Warrior that I originally was. It was then I realized that becoming a God of Destruction wasn't so bad after all, that I can still be who and what I truly am as the Proud Prince of all Saiyans and the God of Destruction of the Seventh Universe! I am Vegeta the Fourth!"
Then he turned to face his guide angel, his eyes lit up with fervent determination.
"It is time for me to stop deceiving myself for believing the things that I am not and start to accept who and what I truly am. My true self! As the Proud Saiyan Prince and the God of Destruction of the Seventh Universe, I must fight this battle as my true self! Possessing the divine powers of destruction and the pride of the mightiest warrior race this Universe had ever seen, I will use it to destroy everything in this rotten world and bring about a change that's long been awaited. A change in the mantle of being a God of Destruction!
"I swear I will change everything, Whis! You will see!" he declared.
Whis gazed down at his master in awe. He was amazed because for the first time, one of the visions Yogengyo showed him 1,527 years ago has been fulfilled. Here, right in front of him, the Saiyan of the prophecy, the Destined Strong One, who was predetermined to become the strongest among all, who shall change the multiverse and control its fate declares his newfound resolve.
This is the beginning of the fulfillment of the prophecy!
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An excerpt from When a Certain Destruction Came Into my Life! Chapter 16 - "You Cannot Stop Me" as Vegeta tells Bulma the concept of the balance of the Universe and the harsh reality of it all.
Bulma stared at Vegeta's evil-looking eyes as its magenta glow faded back to its normally ebony hue.
"What have you done?" Bulma asked him breathlessly, her eyes wide with terror.
"Hm? What do you mean?" Vegeta responded nonchalantly.
Bulma gritted her teeth together, shaking. "Do you realize what you've just done to that poor old woman?!" she shouted at him.
Vegeta's cold glare widened slightly in his surprise, "You remember her?"
"Of course, I do!"
Vegeta was suddenly confused. Any mortal, aside from a god's apprentice, shouldn't be able to remember the existence of something a God of Destruction had destroyed with his godly power of destruction. In any case, Bulma should only remember the act of destruction he did and the feeling of absolute terror upon witnessing his power, not anything related to what Himawari Maeda was.
"I just killed and destroyed a mortal. So what? I am simply doing my duty," he said nonchalantly.
"But that woman... Himawari-san, wasn't it? She's--."
Vegeta's expression shifted into annoyance.
"Innocent? Do you honestly think so? Did you know that she made a contract with me 60 years ago to get rid of the girl who had been bullying her? Anyone who makes a contract with me is no different than the target themselves. They are too weak to handle their own emotions, and as such, they are judged and shall be destroyed as well. That kind of trash does not deserve to exist within my universe."
Bulma was screaming at his face the next moment, "Who are you to judge?! No matter what your reasons are, you are in no position to judge, kill, or destroy anyone, or anything just like that!"
Vegeta gritted his teeth in irritation and he argued, "Woman, I am the God of Destruction. I decide what to exist in this universe or what should not. Of course, I am also the judge of mortals and the divine punisher and executioner as well. As I've said before, I am an evil, ruthless god. Death and destruction are necessary and inevitable. This cycle keeps the balance of the universe. For birth and creation to happen, death and destruction must come first. I am simply doing my job as a God of Destruction."
Bulma's angry scowl deepened as she realized that he wasn't remorseful of what he had just done. "You don't feel anything, do you?"
"A God of Destruction does not need to feel any emotions aside from his own rage. And to tell you frankly, I am getting absolutely furious at how you are trying to question both my existence and my intentions. Have you forgotten that you were the one who wished for this world to be destroyed?"
"That's—!"
"Unintentional? What exactly were you thinking that night you wished for this world to be destroyed? How life was unfair to you? Your miseries? Your self-hatred? Frustrations? Do you honestly think those feelings and your thoughts were unintentional? What made those thoughts and emotions different from hers or anyone contracted to me? The answer is none. Every single one of you simply wanted everything painful to you to end in an instant, and I came here to fulfill that desire. I will kill and destroy anyone, anywhere, anytime, and however I want it to be. This is my duty and nobody in this universe is capable of stopping me, not even you."
Bulma stared back at him in silence. She could feel her heart pounding inside her chest with emotions that were a mixture of shock, rage, and frustration at how cruel this God of Destruction could be.
Vegeta crossed his arms over his chiseled chest, tilting his chin up and gave her a wicked smirk as he continued to tell her the truth to this Universe.
"In my many years of being a God of Destruction, I have never seen a mortal race with such emotional capacity. You humans, while being physically the weakest in my Universe, have emotions that are strong enough to unleash quite a significant amount of energy bursts. These emotions, especially negative ones such as rage, frustration, fear, despair, sadness, and loneliness, is enough to create enough energy needed to uphold the balance of the Universe and continue the cycle of Destruction and Creation. As you may know, energy is neither created nor truly destroyed, it only changes form. So whenever an existence is destroyed by a God of Destruction, they transform into the Energy of Recreation which is collected into the Cauldron of Recreation in the Universe's Creation Realm until nothing is left of their original form. Thus Energy of Recreation is used by the Kaioushin for the creation of an entirely new being. This is how mortals contribute to the cycle of balance and is only the natural way of prolonging the existence of the Universe."
"How cruel," Bulma said. "You're tricking people into making a contract with you just so they could sacrifice themselves for your stupid balance!" Bulma argued but her words were cut off by an even colder response.
"A trick? Don't be absurd. A God of Destruction's duty is to uphold the balance of his Universe. I don't act in such a way you foolish humans think as good or evil. I am above any law of this Universe and I don't feel as much as you humans do."
"You lie!" Bulma said. "I don't believe that you don't feel anything aside from your fury! You told me your story! You mentioned that you were only forced to become a God of Destruction to protect this Universe from being obliterated by the King of Nothingness! I'm sure you feel these things as well! There must be another reason why you didn't want to become a God of Destruction in the first place, aside from your pride! You said you were supposed to be a crown prince born to protect and save your people from the Galactic Emperor and when you failed on that—!"
"The story I told you about my mortal life happened a very long time ago. I've changed since I became the God of Destruction of this Universe and I learned to accept and enjoy what I have become and so as my duties in this Universe. Whatever reason I had back then had disappeared along with my mortal heart. Now, I couldn't care less about anything at all."
Vegeta turned to walk away from her. He halted his footsteps by the doorsill. "Do not assume that you know everything about me just because I told you about my mortal past. It doesn't change the fact that I am now an evil, ruthless god and you should never trust me. That's just who and what I am. And whether you like it or not, we all have a role to fulfill in this Universal balance. It just happens that you mortals are used as sacrifices to maintain it."
He turned his head over his shoulder to give her a smirk, "Perhaps, you should take her advice and think of a way to stop me if you can. But then, no matter what your decision is, I will be destroying you just as how I did to her," he challenged.
Bulma gave him a determined glare. "We'll see about that," she told him.
Vegeta's sinister smirk widened, "Heh! I shall look forward to it, woman. You may do your worst but I shall warn you that it won't be easy to stop a God of Destruction like myself. Mortal resistance is futile against the divine powers of destruction I held in my fingertips."
The next moment, Bulma's breath was sucked into her throat and she stared breathlessly and wide-eyed at Vegeta, who abruptly appeared right in front of her. Below her chin, she could feel two of his fingertips, those of his left index and middle fingers, lightly caress the smooth skin under her chin.
Within the center of her chest, she felt something pulsed powerfully. Was it her mortal soul, the very core of her existence?
This foreboding and spine-chilling feeling. It was the same as when he told her that he was destruction itself earlier this morning.
Vegeta's eyes were dark and ominous as he said this, "But before you do that, you should think well and think twice before stepping out of the line. Else, you'll be facing your destruction by my hand."
Bulma simply stared at his eyes, wondering what caused this change to him. He did mention to her that he never wanted to become a God of Destruction but now he had changed his mind about it and he's saying he's enjoying his job? Does he believe what he was trying to tell her?
She tried to look for that slightest bit of hope in his dark eyes. Those cold eyes were as black as vantablack, deep and endless like a black hole, sucking her into a pit of darkness. Is he really this evil, ruthless god as he believed himself to be?
No, she could somehow tell in her heart that he still has a good side within him. There was something within those eyes. She could tell the hate, the bitterness, the desire for blood and destruction, the cruel glint of a sadistic and bloodthirsty monster within him. But aside from that darkness, there was something else, something familiar, something she could also feel deep in her heart.
Saiyan! Reader, whether she's Vegeta or Goku's child, or just another member of the Z Gang
Reader x Shin + Daishinkan (because I love them both)
This relationship is so funny and silly, especially when it comes to expressing love, affection, and small gifts
Saiyan! The reader will try to show her power level and that she can be a good partner (even if this relationship won't last forever, the reader still wants to impress the gods)
Any homemade gifts? Expressions of affection? Trophies?
But it would scare Shin if a defeated animal/alien body was brought to his doorstep.
On the other hand, when the Reader teleports to the location of Zenon's home and the Grand Priest opens the palace doors, he is greeted with a shout of “this is for you, dear!” and a dead trophy body. Perhaps not how Daishinkan expected to greet his boring work day, but he accepts the gift.
Daishinkan literally:….what if I bring the body of an ancient dead god stuck in the stars to her doorstep?
Shin: sir, please, you're not competing on whose trophy is cooler
Shin: but I think she like Saiyan will really appreciate you as a partner who can provide a relationship
Saiyans had many ways to express love.
A gentle touch? Rare.
Soft-spoken words of affection? Even rarer.
Bringing the corpse of a powerful enemy as a gift? Very common.
And so, you found yourself in a peculiar situation—courting two gods at once.
---
You adored Shin. His soft-spoken wisdom, his dedication to keeping peace in the universe… He was everything a Saiyan shouldn’t be, but that only made him more adorable.
So, naturally, you wanted to impress him.
Which is why you stood proudly at his doorstep, holding the limp body of an alien warlord over your shoulder.
“Shin! This is for you!” you declared with a wide grin, tossing the corpse onto the ground with an impressive THUD.
Shin, poor sweet Shin, screamed.
“(Y/N)! You—w-why would you bring me this?! What am I supposed to do with a—a DEAD BODY?!”
You blinked. “What do you mean? It’s a trophy! This guy was terrorizing a whole sector, so I beat him up and—”
Shin paled as you excitedly described the battle, complete with reenactments. His hands trembled as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Y-You… You could’ve just brought me flowers!"
You scoffed. "Flowers?! What part of that says 'I am the perfect mate for a god'?!"
Shin groaned. "I'm going to pass out..."
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If Shin thought your gifts were terrifying, Daishinkan simply accepted them with an unreadable expression.
Teleporting into Zen-Oh’s palace, you were immediately met with the Grand Priest’s serene face.
Before he could even greet you, you shouted across the massive halls:
"THIS IS FOR YOU, DEAR!"
And with that, you tossed an enormous, ancient alien corpse at his feet.
Daishinkan stared at it. Then at you. Then back at the trophy of your love.
A long silence filled the divine chamber.
"...Unexpected," he finally said, glancing down at the defeated deity. "Not the most conventional way of expressing affection, but I acknowledge your intent."
You grinned. "I knew you’d get it!"
A thought crossed his mind, and his eyes glowed slightly. "I suppose, in return, I should acquire a trophy of equal or greater value for you."
He tapped his fingers against his chin before deciding. "Perhaps the corpse of an ancient god from a lost era?"
Shin, who had somehow arrived just in time to hear that, looked absolutely horrified.
"SIR, PLEASE!" he yelped. "This is NOT a competition!"
Daishinkan turned his gaze toward him, his voice calm. “She is a Saiyan. It is absolutely a competition.”
You beamed at them both. This was the best relationship ever.
