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

Chapter Thirty Four: A Dark Wish

[3rd POV]
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Nitrate stood to the side, leaning against a bizarre alien tree he had yet to learn the name of whilst Vegeta listened to Whis, the Angel providing him an over simplification of the tasks he would need to complete if he wanted to study under him. Sitting beside the Frost Demon was Beera. The Goddess of Destruction wrapped her purple tails around her boyfriend's waist and motioned him to sit down.

He shrugged before kneeling down and crossing his legs together, instinctively reaching out with a muscular arm to grab her around the hips. Beera yelped in shock, crimson cheeks puffing out, but refused to mention it; she actually quite enjoyed the attention.

Beera: "The prince is struggling with his chores. Pathetic."

Nitrate: "He's Saiyan royalty. I doubt his parents ever made him do basic tasks like changing his bed covers. Nothing really changed when he married Bulma, either."

Beera: "Ah, yes. The Briefs are the richest on Earth, correct?"

Nitrate: "Mmhmm. I never bother with extravagant presents these days, considering she could buy whatever she wants. I just grab a fancy bottle of wine and call it a day."

Beera: *giggle* "Clever~"

The happy couple distracted themselves from Vegeta's suffering as Whis finished up with the list of chores, leaving the spiky-haired male to mentally prepare himself for the first real domestic test he would receive since... well, ever... Nitrate found himself listening to them less and less as Beera continued reaching with her claws and dragging the tips of her fingers across his paled exoskeleton. She'd occasionally press them against his darkened muscle.

Nitrate: *blush* "Uh, hon... w-we're meant to be watching Vegeta train with-- WOAH!! W-W-What are you--!?" 

Beera: "Shhh... Let's have some fun.~"

Nitrate: "....I guess, if you insist, babe."

The Goddess of Destruction giggled at his flustered response before brushing her amethyst palm against the man's blushing cheek. The two of them seemed to ignore the uncomfortable looks from Vegeta and Whis, or rather didn't notice, as they cuddled under the trees of Beera's planet and connected their lips into a suggestive kiss.

From the opposite side of the field, Whis placed a hand dramatically against his mouth and laughed at Vegeta's expense. The Saiyan was currently in the middle of gagging internally, turning away from the sexually driven escapade whilst covering his eyes and groaning. His efforts did not help much, unfortunately, as the sound of moaning soon broke through the air and attacked his sensitive ears.

Realising that training Vegeta whilst Nitrate and his master were around could prove difficult, the angelic servant tapped his staff upon the stonework path beneath his feet and smiled as a vibrant light enveloped him and his new student. Within moments, they both vanished into thin air. The only people left in the open landmass were Nitrate and Beera, still locked in a passionate kiss.

Whis began walking down the empty halls of Beera's temple, barely giving heed to the younger male following behind. He allowed the distant echoes of falling rocks and bone-chilling winds to unnerve Vegeta and distract him from... previous events. Of course, he was sure to provide only the necessary time before focusing back on his training. He cleared his throat dramatically as he spoke:

Whis: "Now, before we begin, you should know that reaching the realm of the gods is an arduous task. Few have ever come close to escaping their mortal restraints, and even fewer can boast about reaching true godhood."