Unrelenting Chase

Goku Black: Withhold (2)

GN! Reader!

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You'd never felt as helpless as you did at this moment. Black, who you'd known was dangerous from the start, was showing his true colors only mere meters away. You two had appeared, practically leaping into a battle that another individual was fighting. Was that the other individual that Black had referred to? You assumed so.

You looked around. Everything was in flames, completely destroyed. Buildings crumbled, the world shook as blows were exchanged before your eyes. You had never asked for this, you never would've dreamed you'd see such a thing, either. If you couldn't feel the heat of the fire, or the nausea within, you'd have assumed you were dreaming.

"Why did I help him? Goddamnit," you hissed, looking around frantically, hoping for some way out. You didn't know what was happening. But what you did know was that you felt beyond appalled. You were angry, hurt, devastated. As you attempted to back away, you tripped over a considerably large piece of debris. "Fuck!" Your hands scraped against the ground, peeling back some of the skin. You scrambled to your feet again, looking at your now raw palms. 'I can't believe this, I just can't-'

You could feel the adrenaline flooding your veins, but kept it down as best as you could. You wanted to get out, but you wanted to be safe. You could still hear the way that Black had spoken and acted before the two of you arrived in this apocalyptic world. You bit the inside of your lip, feeling your chest tighten painfully with anxiety.

You finally returned to attempting to see what was happening, but it was so fast that you could barely grasp it. Then the battle came to a standstill. You watched as Goku Black hovered in the sky, his figure glowing brightly. He appeared to be holding a large weapon, hand a vibrant pink color. "End of the line." His voice rung clear.

'I can't... I can't believe that I ever thought we were friends.' You stared up, feeling a horrible feeling within your stomach. You didn't know why. Not until Black darted forward, and swung. A wretched crack filled the sky, the noise jumping you out of your skin. The blood that followed made you feel sicker.

The green skinned individual that accompanied Black now stepped in. The two of them fought the others in scarily perfect sync, practically dancing in the blood that began to rain from their slaughter. Blow after blow, Black beat down on the enemies. And his company took whatever hits that were intended for him.

Their adversaries only appeared to be able to hold their own tor a short period of time. You wanted to root for them, you wanted them to help you. But then you realized... Black truly was beyond powerful. You watched his head turn towards you, giving you a small smirk. Your stomach lurched more.

You were practically in denial, you didn't want to believe that this was really what was happening. That you were watching others be slaughtered, in front of your very eyes. That you'd been ripped away from your peaceful life, and were now in some burning world. You could feel your stomach lurching over and over again, your throat feeling that tight and painful feeling as you kept your tears from falling. Your hands burned. Your head ached. 'He said he cared about me. I spent so much time with a fucking murderer, and now look at this. I can't believe this.'

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Black stared into Goku's soul, his ki blade plunged through his chest. "Face to face, once again. The last face you will see, it is of beauty. The superior of us has been proven. Mortals were never meant to wield the power of Gods." He dug it in deeper, a wide grin splitting across his face as he yanked it out. The wound had cauterized itself, and Black knew this. Without a word, or the chance for Goku to escape, Black swung. And off was the saiyan's head.