Those eyes. Those cold charcoal eyes that were the last thing people would see. Or maybe it was that smirk. That sickening wry smirk. Blood stained the once beautiful city streets and ash clouded the once free air. Life was dying and it was dying fast, but perhaps even in all the chaos and death something could blossom. Something peculiar and more toxic than anyone seen before. {any art used does not belong to me, it belongs to the respective artists. DBS belongs to Akira Toriyama, I basically own nothing in this except the plot}

You're an immortal warrior who retired to the forests near the city until the appearance of Goku Black forces you back into action. One day when you're out in West City, you crash into the infamous God and turn both your worlds upside down. Disclaimer: I own nothing. Y/n=Your first name. E/c=Eye Color H/c=Hair Color