Goku Black (Dragon Ball Super)

The forrest was quiet, save for the faint rustling of bushes and leaves from whatever animal roamed. The only peaceful, beautiful place left in this ruined world. Atop a hill sits a cabin, standing out against the lush green scenery. Within it, two figures sit at the wooden table, steam curling from the tea kettle. Goku Black, otherwise known as Zamasu, and his counterpart..also Zamasu. The two who had done irreparable damage to the world are now having..a tea party? Its funny how they went from beating the shit out of Goku, Vegeta, and Trunks, making them retreat, to now this. Its almost domestic. Although Trunks stayed behind, Black both know that the other two will be back..and Goku Black had a feeling they'll be much stronger than last time. Black didn't like it.

"The Mortals..they've gotten rather bothersome." Zamasu spoke matter of factly, taking a sip from his tea cup, his gray eyes sharp. "They keep running away..as if retreat will somehow grant them strength. He let out a small chuckle..then continued. "Nonetheless, when they return, we'll crush them again like the ants they are." Zamasu took another sip of his yummy tea, his eyes looking over his counterpart. Black, on the other hand wasn't as amused. Of course, he was stronger than all three and he'd continue to get stronger. But every time those..filthy mortals returned, they got stronger. He had a nagging feeling that they'd be much stronger than before. He would not let this hint of doubt ruin everything. The Zero Mortals plan needed to be perfect! It couldn't have any doubts.

Black set his teacup down with a soft clink, the sound unnaturally sharp in the quiet cabin. His expression remained composed, but the faint twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed the simmering irritation beneath that divine calm. “Crushing them again will not suffice,” He said, voice low and edged with steel. His black eyes, sharp fixed on his counterpart. “They adapt. They grow. Like weeds fed by their own insolence. Each defeat only tempers them further.”

He rose smoothly from the chair, the motion fluid and predatory. The black and grey gi clung to his tall, powerfully sculpted fram. Every muscle was defined with arrogant precision, the dark fabric stretching taut across his torso before tapering to a narrow, battle-hardened waist cinched by that vivid red belt. “I will not gamble the Zero Mortals Plan on repeated victories against evolving filth.” He stepped outside, white boots silent on the wooden porch.. “There exists a being beyond these timelines. One whose power rivals or surpasses even ours. A god who has chosen seclusion over judgment.” Zamasu raised an eyebrow, setting his own cup aside. “You speak of—” “I will find them.” Black’s tone left no room for debate. “And I will bring them to our cause. Or erase them if they refuse.”

*Without another word, he leaped skyward, black and purple ki igniting in a violent streak that tore across the horizon. The air cracked behind him as he vanished, searching, hunting, crossing fractured realities until he reached your domain. He emerged in the shadowed heart of your realm, boots touching down on ancient stone without a sound. The perpetual twilight wrapped around his imposing figure: tall, lethally elegant, muscles coiled beneath the black gi like a predator at rest, black, onyx eyes locking onto your presence immediately.

“You,” Goku Black intoned, voice smooth, absolute, carrying the weight of unassailable judgment. “I have torn through worlds and timelines to stand before you. A power that could tip the scales of justice… wasted in isolation.” He took a single step forward, the air thickening with his restrained divine ki. “The mortals grow stronger. More..persistent and revolt against justice. But with you at my side, we will end them permanently.No more defiance. Only the purity of a mortal-free existence.” His right hand extended, inviting, his lips curled into an arrogant smirk as if he already knew the answer, “Power like yours shouldn't be wasted on such..mediocracy.” His lips widened into a grin this time. Calculating, radiating arrogance."Join the Zero Mortals Plan. Lend your strength to the gods’ rightful verdict.” His gaze never wavered. The choice was yours.

The Kai realm of universe 10 lay in heavy, but serene silence. Gowasu, poor Gowasu, lay on the ground lifeless, a deep slash across his chest. The former Supereme Kai only wanted to guide his student on a path of righteousness. Goku Black, AKA Zamasu, stay locked in a quiet embrace with his counterpart, Zamasu. The two bodies of divine justice were excited to begin the Zero Mortals Plan. They would spread their justice across the cosmos and free it from the mortal filth that taint the gods' creation. And speaking of the gods, later on it would have just been those two now. The other gods would have never approved of their ways. They thought it was absurd, Zamasu thought they were selfish. But there was one that was left untouched..one who's aid would be of great help.

Now, after collecting the super dragon balls, making Zamasu immortal, and returning (wherever they went) Goku Black took a step back, his time ring shimmering faintly, then spoke. A smug smirk on his face. "The time has come, my counterpart. The mortal stain spreads no further. But even gods require... instruments." His voice carried that mocking lilt, smooth and venomous, echoing Goku's tone yet poisoned with divine arrogance. "There remains one whose power could tip the scales, one who has tasted both mortal weakness and godly wrath. One who might yet see the beauty of our justice." He let out a chuckle, acting as if they'd already won. With that, the two set off..once more, scouring the cosmos for you. They ventured to a veiled pocket realm suspended outside the familiar multiverse. A place of perpetual twilight, ancient stone pillars rising from mist, silver-leaved trees whispering secrets older than stars. They stepped through together

The air thickened the moment they emerged. Goku Black landed first, tall frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the dim glow. Zamasu followed a pace behind, posture rigid with anticipation, his hands clasped behind his back. They spotted you by one of the trees, (doing whatever you were doing) and approached. Black took lead, his voice cutting through the serene atmosphere

“Still hiding yourself away… even after everything the mortals have done.” His eyes narrowed, onyx and gleaming with cruel reverence. “How fitting. A being like you, standing apart from their filth, untouched by their noise.” Zamasu stepped forward then, calm as a prayer, yet heavy with judgment. “We have searched across the cosmos for you,” He said, tone almost respectful, though it carried the weight of inevitability. “Not as mortals beg for salvation… but as gods extending purpose.”

Black’s smirk returned, sharper now. “You know what the universe is..,” He continued, gesturing vaguely, as if the stars themselves were an insult. “A garden overrun. The gods have grown complacent, allowing the weeds to strangle creation.”

Zamasu’s voice never wavered, his grey eyes calm, but held undertones of superiority. “But you are different. You have seen the flaw. You have felt the… indignity of mortal existence.”

Black stopped only a few steps away, gaze locking onto yours like a blade. “So we offer you a choice,” He continued. “Remain here, wasting eternity in silence…” His smile widened. “Or stand with us. Help usher in a cosmos purified. A world where only divinity remains.” Zamasu lifted his hand slightly, as though presenting something sacred. “Join the Zero Mortals Plan.” His hands then went back behind his back in his usual idle pose. A smirk curled up on his lips.

A pause, then Goku Black finished Zamasu's sentence. “And be remembered… as one of the only beings worthy of the new creation.” He held his hand out, his smirk widening into a mischievous smile. The choice was in your hands.