Goku Black x Reader Short Stories

An Artist's Talent

(Y/n)= your name
(M/n)= mother's name

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An assortment of people differing in shades, shapes, and sizes passed by your occupied mind in a blur. Dressed in their best, they oozed wealth, the soft, elegant shimmer of the chandeliers above them accentuating their colorful suits and dresses. The same could not be said for you unfortunately. Clothed in plain attire, you remained largely disinterested, staying mostly to yourself despite your mother's instructions before you got here.

See, you were supposed to be networking, yet the blatant disregard the people here had for your presence and their lives ticked you off. More than that however, you couldn't stop focusing on the only person the news ever seemed to talk about now: Goku Black. Goku Black, the self proclaimed god who had been wrecking havoc on every person or man-made thing he touched. Nobody to your knowledge had lived to describe his appearance, so you just pictured him as this wild creature. Even now, he fastly approached the very city you were stuck in due to your mother's pressuring, the thought bone chilling.

You'd tried your best to avoid this predicament, but when you'd voiced your concerns to your mother she immediately dismissed you. You could still hear her now, her stern, but shrilly voice attempting to assure you that the being would not be able to find--much less penetrate, the hidden building. Besides you recalled her saying, you can't afford not to network.

The numerous people you'd talked to at the soiree also seemed to agree with your mother's sentiments. It was evident when they approached you, their desire to talk to a famous artist, you, who was also the daughter of famous model (M/n) fading when they saw your face and you brought up Goku Black ontop of that.

"A skillful female artist with a personality and features such as yours is hard on the eyes and soul," you muttered, mockingly repeating your mother's saying to yourself. While it was true that you weren't outright beautiful like your mother and siblings, you also weren't hideous either. It was just that your features were more simplistic. It was ironic really, considering that even your dad was relatively handsome himself.

Lazily twirling your full glass of wine, you sighed, wondering why you were dealt a bad hand, when a stranger's voice pulled you from your thoughts. "It's unusual to find your kind all by themselves...do you not wish to be here?" It asked, the tone distinctly male despite its smooth and polite accent. You immediately turned your head their way, confirming that it indeed was a male...a handsome one at that too.

"Ah no, not really," you stammered, too caught up in the males features to question the weirdness of his initial statement. "My mother thought it was a good idea for me to be here despite Goku Black's approach."

"I see, you wanted to try and leave the city before he arrived, correct?" The male asked. You swore you could hear a bit of amusement in his tone, but you ignored it, relieved that you weren't the only informed person around. " Y-yes!! I've been trying to tell everyone of the danger they're in, but nobody's listening," you said.

Chewing on your cheek, you tightly grasped your glass, paying no mind to the way the fragile material threatened to break. "It's funny you know? I'm allegedly this famous artist...yet, people brush me off just because I'm not pretty. My ability to draw people is all I have I guess... and I'm not even sure I have that honestly," you finished, voice faltering.

Way to go (y/n), why'd you make the conversation so sobby? You probably made the guy leave now you thought, thinking that your sudden emotional moment had scared the handsome stranger away. However, you're surprised when hands gently removed your glass from you and set it aside instead. Tilting your head his way, your body heats when your eyes are forced to gaze into the strangers intense ones. No man had ever been this attentive to you before, the feeling making your stomach flip.