For Eternity (Zamasu x Black fem Reader x Goku Black)

Confessions

(Zamara, Zamaar, and Masura will be the names for the twins and baby boy for now.)

It had been two years since Goku Black had started initializing his manipulative power to basically keep you and Zamasu under a certain type of hypnosis.

Black knew how to regulate it now, but he never could bring himself to truly go past that limit of actually making you his once and for all. Whether or not if it was from guilt, Black would never say.

You knew that something was bothering him, but you had no idea about what he would do with you while you were under that trance of his energy.

Neither did Zamasu, the kids, or anyone else. Goku Black knew better than to extend his aura so much that it would instantly set off one of the angels or other gods, so for now, he strictly kept it to your little family.

But... The guilt continued to eat away at him. So much so that he would stalk off to go meditate, to do image training, anything that would keep his goals straight.

It was an occuring thing now for Black to stalk off and do these things. To train, to think, to unleash his anger however he could away from the prying eyes of your children and yourself.

He knew that with Zamasu now a supreme Kai, killing him would mean his own demise, and he truly hated that double edged sword.

Black was once again meditating in the calm and quiet space of lush forestry, the cascading light of a late night moon bathing him in an ethereal glow. He tried to think clearly, tried to figure out that what he had been doing was wrong, but his hurting heart kept telling him otherwise.

Just then he picked up on another energy, growling lowly. "I know you're there, you're a disturbance, so come on out."

He wasn't expecting your young seven year old daughter to come out from behind one of the trees as he opened his eyes, and he watched as Zamara walked over to him, her long hair now just barely sweeping past her ankles. "Are you okay, uncle?" Zamara asked, sitting down next to him as his eyes stayed on her.

"I'm fine, Zamara. Who told you to follow me, though?" Black asks her softly, watching Zamara as she hugged his arm in reassurance. "You look like you need a hug.."

Black's eyes widened before he gently pushed her away. "Don't be ridiculous, child. I do not need a hug."

Zamara hummed softly before she hugged him around his torso this time. "You can't lie to me, uncle. You've been sad for a really long time. Is it cause of mommy being with Daddy?"

Black stiffened up, staring down at the young girl for a moment. "A young child such as yourself shouldn't meddle in the business of adults, Zamara."

Zamara pouted and looked up at him. "But mommy noticed too. She's worried about you. Plus, she says you and your girlfriend aren't even together anymore. Why?"

Black was once again brought to silence, before sighing and patting her head, his hand glowing a gentle pink. "Return home. Tell your mother that I am merely training."

Zamara's eyes glossed over for a moment until Black lifted his hand, and he watched as the young girl got up and went to head home.

Frowning softly, Black looked up towards the moon, staring at it quietly. "Why must she continue to worry about me?" He mumbles softly.

*****

You were resting in the den of your home after all three children had been put to bed, enjoying a cup of tea that would help you to eventually fall asleep as well. Black stepped into the house late, being quiet as he stalked towards his room to rest. At least until he realizes that you're still awake, residing in the rocking chair you had grown accustomed to sitting in.