Dragon Ball: Rise of Nitrate [DBZ/DBS X Icejin OC]

Chapter Thirty: An Awkward Encounter

[3rd POV]
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Beera was not sure how to react.

The Oracle Fish had predicted when she would be introduced to her -supposedly- future boyfriend, stating that he could arrive within one hour. The goddess had been keeping a mental timer, using her free time to ponder what he would be like.

When the Saiyan Prince, Vegeta, stumbled upon her and kneeled down like an idiot, she was ready to curse the Seer's name; there was NO WAY that Beera would accept this man as her love, not in a million years! The very idea made her nauseous.

But the time was growing closer, mere seconds in her mind, and now she was beginning to worry. It gnawed at her soul. She pondered just leaving for now and worrying about her problems later, but before she could move, there was a mysterious shifting from the nearby bushes that earned the lady's attention.

The hour hit. From the bushes came someone she had never expected to see -- mainly due to the fact Beera had never actually witnessed him before; it was a known fact that Frieza, despite being feared throughout the universe, had an older sibling who watched over him and kept him in check, making sure that he kept enough planets alive for supply.

Beera had never met the man before, and from a few conversation with her attendant Whis, she'd learned that he was both powerful and cute. The angel was rather biased for men, however, so his praise meant very little in the grand schemed; it seemed likely he could find appeal in most men.

However, now that she could gaze upon Nitrate with her own two eyes, she had to admit that he had a certain....allure. The tones of his flesh and armoured muscles certainly earned a glance or three from the Goddess of Destruction. He was both tall and well-build as he approached them with flexed muscles, as if ready for a fight.

Damn....Whis had been right after all.

The Arcosian had a wonderful appearance, rather handsome by Beera's standards. The realisation that her mental timer had reached the one hour mark the second he passed through the bushes was merely icing on the metaphorical cake. This sudden turn of events was very, very nice.

Now, there was just one problem remaining; the Goddess of Destruction, Beera, the woman who conquered worlds and eliminated galaxies, had absolutely NO IDEA how to talk to boys. She was never one to focus on relationships, and when it was apparent that her body required.....release, Beera relied on her own technique to get by.

Nitrate watched her in relative silence, thoughts clearly roaming in the confines of his brain. Her eyes picked up on the quick, almost unnoticed, way he peered down towards her body. He had been checking her out much the same, it would seem, which meant he held similar interests.

Deciding to start small, Beera began to approach the eldest son of King Cold. She shook her hips in an attempt to keep him enticed, and it seemed to do the job quite nicely. Nitrate struggled to look away from her. The scene earned a smile of glee from the goddess before she came to a stop.

Beera: "You know, I don't think we've met. I've heard stories, of course, but meeting you here in person feels more grand than I had expected."

Nitrate: "Wait....really? I just assumed that my father never mentioned me during meetings."

Beera: "Oh, he did. But he always said you were too busy conquering worlds to attend. I suppose that makes sense; you clearly have the power for such....destructive affairs.~"

Beera gave a low, suggestive purr as she leaned in to the Frost Demon's personal space. She placed both hands against his chest and smiled warmly. The brave gesture was rewarded with a blush of purple gracing Nitrate's otherwise-paled cheeks.