#divineau

sorry i disappeared again, please take my divine Pure Vanilla from my au :D

This is a pipa in case you don't know

Earth was lively that morning, sunlight gleaming off Capsule Corp’s domes, laughter echoing from the garden where Trunks and Goten were sparring again. Bulma shouted something from the kitchen about breaking her furniture, Vegeta barked threats from the gravity chamber, and amid all the noise, you sat quietly beneath the shade of a large tree, a book open in your lap.

The sound of the breeze through the leaves was softer than a whisper. It was the one place you could breathe, away from the chaos that came with being the eldest Briefs-Saiyan hybrid. You had always been calm where your family was not, patient where your father was furious, and kind where your mother was fiery.

You turned a page, and the sky trembled.

A ripple of energy swept across the atmosphere like thunder laced with divinity. It wasn’t ki. It was something colder and divine.

When the light descended, the entire planet seemed to hold its breath.

Inside Capsule Corp - Moments Later

Bulma was already yelling when the doors opened. “Whoever you are, this is private property! And if you’re here for another food sampling—”

“Shut up, woman,” Vegeta hissed, every muscle in his body tightening. His instincts screamed. He knew that energy.

Beerus floated through the air as if gravity was a mere suggestion, Whis just behind him, smiling with polite amusement.

“Lord Beerus, this is Earth,” Whis said lightly, “the planet with the marvelous food I mentioned.”

Beerus hummed, eyes wandering lazily, until they stopped.

Not on Vegeta. Not on Bulma.

On you.

You stood at the far end of the room, half hidden behind a pillar, clutching your book to your chest. You hadn’t meant to stare, but his presence was impossible to ignore: cat-like, lean, purple, and impossibly composed, radiating a strange kind of quiet destruction that made your heart thrum in both fear and fascination.

His golden eyes blinked once, then again, slower this time.

The corners of his lips curled.

“Whis,” he murmured, “remind me why you didn’t tell me this planet housed a goddess.”

Vegeta nearly choked. “What did he just call her?”

Bulma gasped. “Excuse me, she’s my daughter!”

Beerus tilted his head, completely unbothered by the outrage in the room. “Mm. Then I suppose I’ll have to thank you for her.”

The silence that followed was thick enough to crush a mountain.

Later - Private Garden, Capsule Corp

You hadn’t even realized how fast everything had happened. One moment your father was preparing to attack, the next, Whis had blinked him into a corner and Beerus was... simply talking to you.

He’d followed you outside, apparently done with everyone else.

“You’re different,” Beerus said simply, examining a delicate pink blossom between his claws. “Your energy… doesn’t irritate me.”

“I… thanks?” you offered softly.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that somehow didn’t sound cruel. “You should. It’s rare for me to meet mortals who can exist near me without trembling or posturing.”

You smiled faintly, eyes dropping to your lap. “I just don’t think fear helps anyone. And my family trembles enough for all of us.”

“Hm.” His gaze softened, only a fraction. “You’re calm. That’s dangerous.”

You blinked. “Dangerous?”

“Yes,” he said, stepping closer until you could feel the faint hum of his divine aura. “Because calm makes me forget what I’m supposed to destroy.”

Your breath hitched. He noticed.

He smiled. “You’re beautiful when you’re startled.”

Before you could answer, Vegeta’s voice roared from the distance: “GET AWAY FROM HER, YOU PURPLE MENACE!”

Beerus sighed audibly. “And there’s the migraine.”

Bulma stormed out behind Vegeta. “If you even think about touching her—”

“Oh, I don’t think,” Beerus interrupted calmly, “I decide.”

His tone was mild, yet the words carried such weight that even Vegeta froze mid-step. Whis appeared just behind Beerus, looking positively delighted.

“Well,” Whis chimed in, “this certainly took an unexpected romantic turn.”

Your cheeks flushed. Beerus smirked.

“I like this one,” he said, nodding toward you, “so I’m keeping her.”

The world stopped.

“Keeping-?!” Bulma shrieked.

Whis raised a brow. “Lord Beerus, perhaps a more... tactful phrasing?”

Beerus ignored him entirely. “She’ll be my companion. My wife.” His gaze flicked to Vegeta, eyes glinting. “Unless, of course, you’d prefer to challenge a God of Destruction over family politics?”

Vegeta’s ki flared—and then, under Bulma’s death glare, fizzled out.

“Unbelievable,” Vegeta muttered, jaw clenched. “Unbelievable!”

Beerus turned back to you, and for the first time, you saw something sincere beneath the arrogance.

“I’ll protect your planet,” he said simply. “And I’ll protect you. That’s my promise.”

You hesitated. Then, softly, you nodded.

Somewhere deep inside, something told you this was not the end of Earth, but the beginning of something far greater.

...

Years Later - Beerus’ Planet

The temple was peaceful. You sat near the edge of the floating palace, legs folded neatly, playing your pipa. Each note shimmered through the air like light through water, wrapping the planet in calm.

Beerus lay nearby, tail lazily flicking, eyes half-closed.

“I destroyed three moons today,” he murmured, voice low, “and somehow, I still don’t feel at peace until you play.”

You smiled, not looking up. “I can play forever.”

He cracked one golden eye open. “Careful. I might hold you to that.”

The laughter that followed was soft, and for a god of destruction, oddly human.

Whis appeared beside you both, smiling knowingly. “Ah, harmony and chaos in balance. How poetic.”

And somewhere in the temple halls, a small child’s laughter echoed, their daughter’s ki flaring briefly like a tiny star, before fading into warmth.

The universe remained safe that day because its most dangerous god had found something even stronger than destruction.

---

The planet of the Destroyer God was quiet again, at least, for the first few seconds of the morning.

Then came the soft, rising hum of a familiar melody: your pipa, echoing across the floating gardens. The strings shimmered under your fingertips, their tone bright and calm, filling the vast emptiness with something Beerus didn’t have a word for.

Peace.

He lounged on the nearest stone pillar, eyes half-closed, tail lazily curling around his leg. Whis floated nearby, smiling in that infuriatingly knowing way of his.

“Your wife’s music has improved, my Lord,” Whis said, voice light and teasing. “One might say she’s achieved divine resonance.”

Beerus’s ear twitched. “She was already perfect. The music simply caught up.”

Whis chuckled. “Ah, I see. And here I thought you didn’t do sentimentality.”

Beerus cracked one golden eye open. “I don’t. I simply state facts.”

But his gaze softened when it found you, sitting on the edge of the platform, blue hair glowing under the morning light.

And then there was the other sound, soft giggles from the temple steps.

Your daughter, a small bundle of wild light blue fur (?, toddled toward him. Her eyes gleamed just like yours, but her face was unmistakably his.

“Papa!” she chirped.

Beerus sighed, long, theatrical. “I told you not to run on the stairs, little star.”

She climbed into his lap anyway, completely ignoring the “god of destruction” part of his title. Whis stifled a laugh as Beerus muttered something about mortals having no respect for authority.

“She’s learning from her mother,” Whis commented, smirking.

Beerus glared. “Watch it.”

You joined them moments later, carrying a tray of sweets you’d baked that morning, light, fluffy things that melted the instant they hit his tongue. The only reason Earth still existed, Whis often said, was because you’d learned how to bake.

“Breakfast for my two favorite beings,” you said softly, sitting beside them.

Beerus leaned back, pretending disinterest even as his tail brushed yours under the table. “Hmph. At least one of those beings appreciates your cooking properly.”

Your daughter’s cheeks were already covered in powdered sugar.

“Clearly,” you said with a giggle.

Whis poured tea for all of you, the moonlight reflecting off the golden cups. “It’s rather endearing,” he mused, “how a destroyer’s planet has become… domestic.”

Beerus scowled. “Watch your tone.”

“Oh, come now,” Whis teased, “if Vegeta could see you now, lounging in a robe, sipping tea, with your daughter using your tail as a pillow, he might actually faint.”

Beerus didn’t respond, but the faintest shade of pink brushed his ears.

Later That Day - Capsule Corp, Earth

“NO.”

“That’s not an option, Vegeta,” Bulma snapped, pointing her spatula like a sword. “You’re going. I want to see my daughter, and you’re coming with me.”

Vegeta crossed his arms, jaw tight. “You expect me to visit him?”

“He’s your son-in-law!” Bulma said. “And it’s been three years! Now get in the ship before I make Trunks drive us there.”

Vegeta grumbled the entire flight to Beerus’s world. Whis met them halfway through, teleporting them directly to the courtyard where you were serving tea.

“Mother! Father!” you greeted, joy bright in your tone. “It’s been so long-”

“MY BABY!” Bulma cried, crushing you into a hug before you could finish. “You’ve gotten even more beautiful, oh, I knew the god thing would look good on you!”

Vegeta only gave a curt nod, muttering, “Hmph. You look well, brat.”

Then his gaze slid to Beerus. The two locked eyes instantly.

“Still alive, I see,” Beerus said with an infuriating smirk.

Vegeta’s ki flickered. “Barely resisting the urge to fix that.”

Your daughter peeked out from behind your leg, tail flicking. “Grandpa?”

Vegeta froze. “She… called me.?”

You smiled. “She knows everyone by name. She’s smart like her grandma.”

Bulma was already sobbing. “Oh, she’s perfect! Look at that little tail!”

Beerus looked vaguely smug. “Of course she is. She’s ours.”

Vegeta scowled, but there was no fight left in him. Not when his granddaughter toddled over, reached up, and patted his cheek.

You’d never seen your father go so still. Then, slowly, Vegeta crouched down and let her climb onto his shoulder.

“...Hmph. Fine. She’s worthy of the Saiyan name.”

Beerus smirked. “She’s also part deity. So yes, I’d say she surpasses it.”

Bulma sighed dramatically. “You two are never going to stop competing, are you?”

Whis chuckled from behind them. “Oh, I rather hope not. It keeps the universe interesting.”

That Night

After everyone left, you and Beerus sat together on the edge of the floating temple, legs dangling into the starlight. The child slept peacefully inside, her tiny ki pulsing softly.

You leaned against him, head resting on his shoulder. “You were good today.”

Beerus hummed. “What are you talking about? I’m always good.”

You laughed quietly. “You didn’t threaten to blow anything up.”

“Because you were there,” he murmured, turning his head slightly. “That’s enough to keep me busy.”

You tilted your face up toward him. “You’ve changed, you know.”

“Don’t spread rumors,” he said, though his voice softened. “A destroyer isn’t supposed to change.”

“Then maybe you’re something new,” you whispered. “A god who loves.”

He didn’t respond, just leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. The stars reflected in his golden eyes, and for a moment, he looked utterly human.

“Don’t tell Whis,” he said softly. “He’ll never let me live it down.”

You smiled. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

From somewhere behind a pillar, Whis’s amused voice floated out: “Oh, I heard everything.”

Beerus groaned. “Whis!”

You laughed into his shoulder, feeling his arm wrap around you, tail curling protectively around your waist.

The destroyer of worlds, the calm of creation, and their tiny spark of life, three heartbeats against an endless sky.

The universe was at peace again.

Masterpost

DBS Masterlist

HALF GODS ARE WORSHIPPED IN WINE AND FLOWERS.

REAL GODS REQUIRE BLOOD.

ACT I                   EX NIHILO.

THERE  ARE  GODS,  THEY  USED  TO  SAY,  that reign over the skies and hang the stars in the heavens,  that sung the earth into existence and plucked the sun from the constellations to shine brightest in the day,  that wept until the seas filled more of the world than land and gave their breath to the wind and their rage to the thunder and lightning.  these are our gods, they used to breathe with lips parted in sacred exaltation,  eyes turned skywards,  to the vast infinite beyond where they imagined the sky and moon and stars watched them live and die. these are our gods, they gave us the world and everything in it.

they worshipped the gods like lovers, like mothers and wives,  like blood and kin.  to the gods that guarded their hearth and home, they gave their food and the best of each season’s harvest.  for the gods of lust and hunger that gave them love and war, they spilt blood and crowned their victors in the carnage.  for the gods that brought them rain and wisdom and plenty, they danced and revelled and feasted  from dawn till dusk.  they named them father sky,  and mother earth,  and prayed to their children,  the gods of wind and storms,  the gods of the land and forest,  honoring above all,  the gods of the living and the dead.  in the south,  the daughters of summer warmed the air and kissed the clear sky with stars so they could always  find their way home;  in the north,  old man winter and grandfather frost came out of the cold to sit by their fires and bring gifts of food and laughter to their children.

all over the world,  in each age of humanity,  scattered across the eras of  history and civilization, they spoke of gods.  their veneration,  their devotion,  was absolute.  

it was life,  the very breath that filled their lungs,  the certainty that everything under the skies was here  because the gods had willed it.  the divine –– they move the heaven and the earth, rattle the skies and the oceans ––  but the one feat that mankind had never needed them for, the  act of divinity  they taught themselves, they wielded like song, and story, requiem and warcry.

this was how they immortalized themselves.  and this was how they began to  forget.

THE WICKED + THE DIVINE UPDATE.

here’s the biography template for the group verse !  write  as much or as little  as you feel necessary,  this is just to let everyone in the group know a little more about your muse and how they fit into the world of the verse to make things easier for  plotting  +  writing  when we get to it.  you can format this however you like,  with plain text or prose.  using a graphic is optional,  the information is more important  !

NAME:  your chosen deity / deities.  

ALIAS:  their human canon name,  but this can be any alias / pseudonym you like.  (  e.g. odin in american gods goes by mr. wednesday,  thoth / mr. ibis,  anubis / mr. jackal.  obviously,  more creativity is always welcome.  )

DIVINITY:  which cultural belief system / pantheon your god is from,  and what your god was worshipped for,  and is / was responsible for in their culture.  any symbols and themes associated with them.

BIOGRAPHY:  this can be as long or as short as you like,  but basically a brief overview of  1. what happened to your god as their worship died out;  2.  how they survived and maintained what power they could;  3.  what they’ve been doing in the present in america,  or how they came to america if they’re based in the US.  ofc,  if your character’s religion is still alive and practiced today,  use that instead.