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— Otherworldly Differences

mark grayson x saiyan! reader

• fic type: oneshot & fluff

• summary: crash landing on such a feeble planet wasn't on your to-do list. although this being whose nearly as strong a you confronts you, so you decide to humor him.

• word count: 5.8k

• warnings: mild canon typical violence, threat of violence, blood

• a/n: As you can see I got really carried away. 🧍‍♀️I like DBZ and I like Invincible, so why not combine the two!! Also I've just started watching invincible so sorry if he's ooc.

A shrill, wailing sound yanks you from unconsciousness, vibrating through your skull like an alarm gone haywire. You groan, forcing your heavy eyelids open, and are immediately greeted by the acrid stench of burning metal and scorched earth.

Smoke billows around you, thick and suffocating, curling from the shattered remains of your ship—a twisted hunk of alien steel embedded deep in the cracked pavement.

Your head pounds in protest, a dull, throbbing ache pulsing behind your temples. You press a hand to your forehead, then glance down at yourself.

Dust clings to your skin, mingling with smudges of soot and dried blood. Your armor, now riddled with scorch marks and gashes, groans as you shift.

Damn. That landing must’ve been rough.

Muffled shouts rise above the ringing in your ears. Blinking away the haze, you finally take in your surroundings.

Small, weak-looking creatures encircle the crash site, clad in identical dark uniforms. They hold strange little metal sticks, aiming them at you like they actually expect them to do something.

“Put your hands where we can see them!”

“Step away from the wreckage!”

“You’re under arrest!”

You arch a brow, a slow smirk tugging at your lips. They think they can arrest me? That’s adorable.

With a groan, you push yourself upright, rolling your shoulders. A shower of debris crumbles from your armor, scattering across the crater floor. Your hair, wild and voluminous as ever, whips around your face as you stretch.

"Where in the name of Vegeta am I?" you mutter, voice thick with irritation.

The humans stiffen. Their fingers tighten around their weapons, eyes flickering between you and the destruction left in your wake.

The boldest of the bunch—a man with gritted teeth and an unfortunate mustache—steps forward, barrel trained directly at your chest.

“I said put your hands up!” he barks.

You tilt your head, gaze flicking over him with mild amusement. “Do you know who you’re speaking to?”

Apparently, he doesn’t. None of them do. Because instead of answering, they just keep shouting, their voices a frantic mess of demands and threats.

You sigh, rubbing your temple. This is exhausting. If they refuse to answer your questions, perhaps a demonstration is in order.

Your eyes scan the wreckage, landing on the nearest object of interest—a large, boxy vehicle with shattered windows and blaring alarms.

Without hesitation, you grab it by the undercarriage, lift it effortlessly over your head, and hurl it toward a nearby building.

Glass explodes outward as the car crashes through the structure, embedding itself halfway into the second floor. The ground trembles from the impact, sending fresh cracks spiderwebbing across the pavement.

That gets their attention.

“Holy Shit!”

“She’s a freaking alien!”

“No shit,” you scoff, crossing your arms. “Now, which one of you is in charge?”

Before anyone can respond, a gust of wind nearly knocks you back. A shadow streaks across the sky, descending at high speed.

You turn just in time to see a figure land in front of you, kicking up dust upon impact.

An array of yellow, blue and back filled your vision, toned muscles flexing between the tight material of a suit.

You recognize the stance immediately. A fighter. Interesting.

“You must be the problem everyone’s freaking out about,” he says, arms crossed. His tone isn’t immediately hostile—more wary than anything.

You grin, rolling your shoulders. “Depends. You here to challenge me?”

The guy blinks, visibly thrown off. “Uh, not exactly.”

You frown. “Shame. I was hoping someone here would be worth my time.”

Despite yourself, you’re intrigued. He’s strong—you can sense it. Not nearly Saiyan strong, of course, but there’s something different about him. Something… familiar.

He studies you just as intently, gaze flicking between your tattered armor, your battle-worn knuckles, and—most notably—the towering mass of thick hair atop your head.

His lips part slightly, like he’s about to say something, but he hesitates.

“I’m Invincible,” he offers instead.

You snort. “Bit cocky, don’t you think?”

He sighs. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

A beat of silence. Neither of you moves.

Then, cautiously, he gestures toward the chaos surrounding you. “Look, I don’t want to fight you.”

“That makes one of us,” you say, cracking your knuckles.

Mark exhales through his nose, clearly trying to be patient. “Seriously, can we just… talk?” He gestures at the wreckage, the police, the frightened civilians peeking from behind cover.

“You’re obviously not from around here, and you seem kinda… lost?”

You bristle at the implication. You are not lost. Saiyans do not get lost.

But.

Well.

You don’t exactly know where you are, and it’s slightly concerning that your ship is currently a pile of molten scrap metal.

“…Fine.” You roll your eyes, shoving your hands into the tattered remains of your belt. “But if this is a trap, I’m breaking every bone in your body.”

Mark exhales in relief, though the corner of his mouth quirks upward. “Noted,” he mutters. Then, more amused than he probably should be: “You always this dramatic?”

You smirk. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

His lips twitch, as if suppressing a laugh. Instead, he just shakes his head and gestures for you to follow.

You crack your neck, glance at the still-stunned humans, and grin.

Let’s see where this goes.

••••

You hate this place.

It smells like sterilization and fear, the kind of artificially clean air that makes your skin itch.

The walls are a cold, metallic gray, pulsing with dim overhead lights. The whole facility hums with electricity, the kind that suggests they have restraints for things stronger than humans.

And the way they’re looking at you? Like you’re a specimen in a cage? You really, really don’t like that.

You sit in a metal chair bolted to the floor, arms crossed, one leg bouncing slightly as you stare at the wrinkled man in front of you.

His name is Cecil. You’ve already decided you don’t like him.

For the past ten minutes, he’s been droning on, asking questions about your species, your ship, your intentions—like you owe him answers.

You’ve made a game of not responding, watching his patience wear thin.

“You’re really not gonna talk?” he asks, finally, voice dry as dust.

You smirk. “Why would I answer to someone who can’t even fly?”

Cecil’s face twitches. Across the room, Mark—Invincible, as he insists on being called—snorts.

He tries to smother his laugh, pressing his lips together, but you see the amusement flickering in his eyes.

Cecil doesn’t react beyond a slow exhale through his nose. He’s good at this, you’ll give him that. A lesser man would’ve cracked by now.

“I’ll be honest,” he continues. “You’re not our first alien visitor, and you probably won’t be our last. But if you’re planning to cause problems—”

You lean forward, resting your elbows on the table, flashing him a slow, sharp grin. “I am the problem,” you say, voice dripping with amusement.

“And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”

The silence that follows is delicious.

Mark shifts slightly. You don’t need to look at him to feel the tension in his shoulders, the way his body tenses like he’s preparing for you to lash out again.

You’re not going to—yet—but the fact that he thinks you might is amusing.

Cecil just sighs and rubs his temple. “Get her out of my sight.”

You stand, stretching with a dramatic groan.

“Finally. This room smells like weakness.”

One of the armed guards by the door stiffens at that, knuckles whitening on his weapon. You give him a slow, pointed grin before turning away.

Mark steps beside you, shaking his head. “You’re so charming,” he mutters, voice laced with dry amusement.

You flash him a smirk. “I try.”

He gestures toward the exit. “Come on, oh mighty warrior. Let’s get you some fresh air before you pick a fight with the janitor.”

••••

Mark insists you need to learn about Earth.

Assimilate, he says. Blend in.

You think it’s ridiculous. Why should you have to adapt to them? You are superior in every way—stronger, faster, smarter. If anything, they should be learning from you.

But… well. You suppose humoring Mark is preferable to rotting away in that dreadful government facility.

So when he insists on introducing you to “the best thing Earth has to offer,” you allow yourself to be dragged along, arms crossed and skepticism at full capacity.

Which is how you find yourself sitting in a place called Mama Luigi’s Pizza.

The walls are plastered with photographs of grinning humans holding enormous, greasy slices of something that looks like food but definitely doesn’t smell like anything worth eating.

The air is thick with the scent of melted cheese and sizzling dough, mingling with the faint tang of tomato sauce.

Mark places a box in front of you with a dramatic flourish. “Alright, first lesson in being an Earthling, food.”

You narrow your eyes at the offering. The circular dish is sliced into uneven triangles, topped with bubbling golden cheese and a thin layer of something red.

You poke it with a finger. It squishes slightly. “What is this?”

Mark sighs like he was expecting this reaction. “It’s pizza. Just try it.”

You glance at him, then back at the pizza. It doesn’t smell awful, but it looks so… soft.

Your diet consists of meat cooked over an open flame, raw energy rations, and the occasional alien delicacy that most species wouldn’t dare touch.

This? This just looks like melted goo on soggy bread.

“Do humans consume nothing of nutritional value?” you ask, lifting one of the slices and examining it like it might try to escape. “How does this pathetic excuse for sustenance fuel you?”

Mark groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s not always about nutrition. Sometimes it's about taste.”

You snort. “Taste is secondary to power.”

“Okay, Y/n,” Mark deadpans. “Just take a bite.”

You sniff it warily, then, with great reluctance, sink your teeth into the gooey mess.

The moment the flavors hit your tongue, your brain short-circuits.

Salty, savory cheese. Rich, tangy sauce. The warm, crispy-yet-doughy crust. Your taste buds—so accustomed to the harsh, metallic tang of survival rations—practically explode.

You don’t mean to make a noise, but something between a hum and a low growl of approval rumbles in your throat.

Your grip on the slice tightens, fingers flexing instinctively.

Mark watches with interest as your pupils dilate. “...Well?” he prompts, smirking.

You don’t answer. You can’t. Instead, you devour the rest of the slice in two bites, grab another, and tear into it like a starving beast.

Mark blinks. “Oh. Oh wow.”

The next few minutes are a blur. The pizza—this godly, divine creation—is disappearing at an alarming rate.

You don’t pace yourself.

You don’t breathe.

You just consume.

Mark leans back in his chair, watching in a mixture of horror and awe. “Uh, you do know you’re supposed to chew, right?”

You ignore him, grabbing another slice, cheese stretching between your fingers.

Mark’s brows shoot up. “Are you—oh my god, are you actually growling?”

You pause mid-bite, realizing that yes, you are growling—a low, territorial rumble vibrating from your chest. Your muscles are coiled, posture slightly hunched as if guarding your prize.

You force yourself to relax, clearing your throat. “Instinct,” you say, voice muffled around your mouthful. “Saiyan biology.”

Mark stares at you.

Then at the emptying box.

Then back at you.

“That’s terrifying.”

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, completely unbothered. “It is efficient.”

Mark gestures to the now nearly empty pizza box. “That was supposed to be for both of us.”

You glance at the single, lonely slice remaining in the box, then at Mark. Then back at the slice.

You grab it.

“HEY!”

You take an exaggerated bite, chewing slowly, making direct eye contact with him as you do.

Mark groans, slumping back in his seat. “I cannot believe I just witnessed a Saiyan discovering pizza.”

You swallow and grin. “Alright.” You gesture to the crumbs and grease-stained box. “This planet might have some value after all.”

••••

Mark insists you need to learn human customs if you're going to stay on Earth.

You think human customs are stupid.

“Just try to blend in,” Mark says as he leads you down a crowded city street, his voice already laced with exhaustion. “No throwing cars, no threatening people, and for the love of God, no fighting the barista.”

You scoff, ruffling your hair in annoyance. “If this barista dares disrespect me, they’ll have earned the beating.”

Mark sighs. “I’m begging you to be normal for five minutes.”

You don’t dignify that with a response.

The place Mark drags you to is small and cramped, filled with the scent of something bitter and the low hum of human chatter. Coffee shop, he calls it. You call it a waste of time.

The line moves painfully slow. You tap your foot impatiently, arms crossed, eyes scanning the ridiculous menu full of nonsense words like macchiato and venti.

“These names are stupid.”

Mark pinches the bridge of his nose. “You don’t have to understand them. Just order something.”

Finally, you reach the front. A young man stands behind the counter, looking more exhausted than Mark. His uniform is wrinkled, his expression blank.

He sighs. “What can I get you?”

You lift your chin. “Your strongest drink.”

The barista barely reacts. “Do you want that hot or iced?”

You narrow your eyes. “Is there a difference?”

Mark nudges your side. “Just say hot.”

You roll your eyes. “Hot, then.”

The barista punches something into his register. “Name for the order?”

You blink. “Why do you need my name?”

“It’s so we can call it when your drink is ready.”

You frown. “You mean I have to wait?”

The barista, clearly dead inside, just blinks at you. “Yes?”

You lean forward slightly. “Do you know who I am?”

Mark audibly groans.

The barista, now vaguely alarmed, glances at Mark for guidance. Mark shoots him an apologetic look before turning to you, voice dangerously close to pleading. “Just give him your name and be cool.”

You stare at the barista. The barista stares back. Then, slowly, you smirk. “Fine. My name is Y/N the Warmonger.”

Mark visibly deflates.

The barista, now beyond caring, just types something into the register. “That’ll be $4.75.”

You blink. “That will be what?”

“Four dollars and seventy-five cents.”

Mark pulls out a small green rectangle and hands it over before you can start breaking things. “I got it.”

You watch as the barista takes the rectangle, swipes it through a strange machine, and hands it back.

You lean over, voice low. “Did he just steal from you?”

Mark drags a hand down his face. “That’s how money works.”

“Money is a scam.”

Mark gestures for you to step aside as the next customer moves forward. “Welcome to capitalism.”

You huff, tapping your fingers against the counter as you wait. “How long does this process take?”

“Depends.”

“On?”

Mark shrugs. “How busy they are.”

You look around. There are only three other people waiting. “This is pathetic.”

“Do you have to say everything you think out loud?”

“Yes, I do.”

Mark stares at you for a long moment, then sighs. “Just… stand here and don’t start a fight.”

You scoff, crossing your arms. “I won’t start a fight.”

Mark looks at you like he doesn’t believe you at all.

Minutes pass. The baristas move at a snail’s pace, making drinks with far more effort than seems necessary.

Your patience—what little exists—wears thin.

Finally, someone calls, “Y/N the Warmonger?”

You smirk, stepping forward. “Ah, finally.”

The barista places a small cup on the counter.

You eye it. “That’s it?”

Mark claps a hand over his face. “Please don’t—”

You grab the cup and inspect it. It’s small—far smaller than you expected. And it’s hot, heat seeping through the flimsy material. You narrow your eyes at the tiny opening in the lid. “This is ridiculous.”

Mark nudges your arm. “Just take a sip.”

You do.

And immediately gag.

Mark snorts. “Not a fan?”

You shove the cup back at him, wiping your tongue on your sleeve. “It tastes like burnt dirt.”

“That’s coffee.”

“Why do humans drink this?”

Mark shrugs, taking a sip of his own drink. “Some of us like suffering.”

You glare at the cup. “This explains so much.”

Mark is laughing now, shaking his head. “Okay, maybe coffee isn’t your thing.”

You sneer at the cup as if it personally offended you. “I will destroy this establishment.”

Mark grabs your arm. “We are leaving.”

••••

Mark should’ve known better than to mention Halloween in passing.

The moment the words leave his mouth, you stop walking, whip around, and grab his shoulders so fast he barely has time to react.

"Wait, wait, wait—" Your grip tightens, eyes burning with intensity. "So you’re telling me there’s a day—a whole day—where I can wear anything I want, and people just… give me things?"

Mark blinks, looking mildly concerned for his well-being. "Uh… yeah? That’s… basically Halloween."

Your expression is deadly serious. "This is the best planet in the universe."

Mark sighs, prying your fingers off his shoulders. "You really don’t need to be this dramatic."

You scoff, crossing your arms. "I absolutely do. This is groundbreaking information, Mark. Do you understand how insane this sounds? Where I’m from, if you want something, you take it—or you beat someone into the ground until they hand it over."

"Yeah, we call that robbery," Mark mutters.

You ignore him. "But this? This is a sanctioned event?"

He shrugs. "Pretty much. Kids dress up, go door to door, and get candy."

Your head tilts. "Candy?"

Mark pauses, realizing something horrifying. "Wait. You’ve never had candy before?"

You raise a brow. "Should I have?"

Mark grabs you hand, a new found conviction stirring his heart. "Okay, new plan. We are absolutely fixing this."

The next thing you know, you’re standing in the middle of a store filled with costumes.

Mark drags you through the aisles, dodging plastic skeletons, fake cobwebs, and a disturbing number of severed limbs. You pick up a dismembered hand, inspecting it with mild curiosity.

"Humans celebrate death?" you ask, turning it over in your palm.

Mark huffs a laugh. "Kinda. Halloween’s all about spooky stuff. Ghosts, monsters, horror movies—"

"Horror movies?" you echo, dropping the fake hand.

"Yeah, it's filled with things that's supposed to be scary—like, creepy stories, jump scares, murder-y villains—"

Your eyes light up. "You have a murder holiday?"

Mark sighs, rubbing his temple. "That’s not—never mind. Just pick out a costume."

You survey the wall of options, eyes scanning the bizarre selection.

"What’s a ‘sexy nurse’?"

Mark chokes, face growing warmer. "Not that one!"

You grin, baring sharp canines. "Ohhh, so it's not just a murder holiday."

Mark groans, dragging you toward another aisle. "We’re not doing this."

After an obnoxiously long debate (and Mark vetoing several of your more violent ideas), you finally settle on something appropriately intimidating.

A black cape, sleek armor, and a terrifying mask with glowing red eyes.

Mark squints at the tag. "Darth Vader?"

You tilt your head. "This man—he was a warrior, yes?"

"Uh… kinda?" Mark hesitates. "More like an evil space dictator."

You grin. "So, a king."

Mark sighs. "I feel like I should stop you, but… honestly? You’re weirdly perfect for this."

You flick the cape over your shoulder, nodding in approval. "Yes. Lord Vader is ready to conquer this...Halloween."

Mark pinches the bridge of his nose. "Please don’t start referring to yourself in the third person."

You smirk, already deep in character. "Lord Vader does as he pleases."

Mark groans.

Hours later, you’re stalking the streets with a plastic skull bucket (Mark refused to let you carry an actual skull), and your energy is through the roof.

"Look at them, Mark!" You gesture wildly at the groups of costumed children. "They fear me!"

"They don’t," Mark corrects. "They think you’re cosplaying."

You scoff. "They should fear me."

"That's called fear mongering."

You ignore him, marching up to a door and pounding on it like you’re issuing a challenge.

A kindly old woman answers, beaming. "Oh, what a lovely costume! And who are you supposed to be, dear?"

You puff out your chest. "I am Lord Vader! Kneel before me, mortal!"

Mark, standing behind you, mutters, "I can't do this."

The woman chuckles, unbothered, and drops a handful of candy into your bucket. "Well, Lord Vader, enjoy your treats!"

You stare down at the loot. Then at Mark. Then back at the candy.

Your voice drops to a whisper. "It worked."

Mark claps a hand on your shoulder, smiling lightly at the child like wonder in your expression. "Welcome to Halloween."

••••

Mark fascinates you.

You don’t know when it happened, or how, but somewhere between the endless sparring matches, the insufferable Earth lessons, and the way he constantly calls you out on your arrogance, you started… caring.

It’s infuriating.

He’s not a Saiyan. He’s soft. Idealistic.

Sentimental in a way that would get him killed on any real battlefield. Yet, he doesn’t break. No matter how many times he's knocked down, he always gets back up.

He’s stubborn. Stupidly determined. And worse—so much worse—he’s kind.

And every time he smiles at you, your stomach does this weird thing that you refuse to acknowledge.

You blame it on Earth’s atmosphere.

You’re sitting on the edge of a rooftop, the city sprawled out beneath you, golden from the streetlights. It’s late—too late—but neither of you seems particularly eager to leave.

Mark leans back on his hands, staring up at the stars. “Y’know, I used to think I was strong.”

You snort, swinging your legs over the ledge. “Used to?”

He gives you a sideways glance. “Yeah, and then I met you.”

You smirk. “Ah. A humbling experience, I’m sure.”

Mark groans. “I hate that you’re so smug about it.”

“But I earned the right to be smug,” you counter, grinning. “Besides, I’m doing you a favor. You should thank me for showing you how weak you are.”

Mark scoffs. “Oh yeah, thanks so much, Your Highness. I love getting my ass kicked on a regular basis.”

You shrug. “You should. It builds character.”

Mark huffs a laugh and shakes his head. “You love messing with me, don’t you?”

You tilt your head. “Of course.”

“Why?”

You blink. The question catches you off guard.

Mark watches you expectantly, but there’s something different about the way he’s looking at you—less irritated, more curious.

You feel a strange warmth creeping up your neck.

You click your tongue. “Because you react.”

His brows furrow. “What?”

You wave a hand at him. “Most beings—weaklings—would just fear me, but you? You get angry. You argue. You fight back.” You smirk. “It’s entertaining.”

Mark shakes his head, exasperated but smiling. “You are so weird.”

You huff, crossing your arms. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

He leans back again, gaze shifting to the sky. “It’s not.”

Something in your chest tightens.

You don’t like the feeling.

The next time you spar, it’s different.

You’ve fought Mark dozens of times now, and it’s usually predictable. You win. He loses. He gets slightly better each time, but the outcome never really changes.

Except… today, he lasts longer.

His movements are sharper, more controlled. His dodges are precise. His counters actually make you work.

You grin, blood pumping, excitement thrumming under your skin.

“Finally,” you breathe, dodging a punch by a hair. “I was starting to think you’d never improve.”

Mark exhales sharply, rolling his shoulders. “Yeah, well, I’ve had a very aggressive training partner.”

You smirk, throwing a kick that he barely manages to block. “And look at you now! Almost respectable.”

“Almost?”

You grin. “Let’s see if you can prove me wrong.”

He lunges again, and for the first time, you let yourself enjoy it—not just the fight, but him. The way he moves. The way he refuses to back down. The way he looks at you, like he’s actually enjoying himself too.

And then he smiles.

Not a smirk, not a cocky grin, but a real smile. Bright. Genuine.

And something in your stomach flips.

You stumble.

Not much—barely a misstep—but enough. Mark seizes the opportunity, slamming into you with enough force to send you skidding backward.

You catch yourself before you hit the ground, flipping midair and landing in a crouch. Your heart is pounding—not from the fight, but from the fact that you hesitated.

You never hesitate.

Mark grins, slightly out of breath. “Hey, did I actually get you just now?”

Your fingers twitch. You force your expression back to neutral. “No.”

Mark raises a brow. “Are you sure?”

You glare. “Absolutely.”

He smirks. “You totally hesitated.”

You stand up, rolling your shoulders. “You wish.”

Mark chuckles. “Oh, I know I did.”

You hate that he’s right.

You hate that you let him be right.

And most of all…

You hate that your stomach does that thing again.

••••

You don’t care about Earth.

That’s what you’ve told yourself, over and over again, ever since you crash-landed on this ridiculous planet full of weaklings. You don’t care about its people, its customs, or its foolish attachment to peace.

But then someone hurts Mark.

And suddenly, none of that matters.

It happens fast.

One moment, you’re watching him trade blows with some costumed idiot—some third-rate, no-name waste of oxygen who dares to think they can beat him.

And then—

Mark hesitates. Just for a second.

And in that second, the bastard slams a fist straight into his ribs with enough force to send him crashing through a building.

Your vision goes red.

Your usual smugness—your sharp, teasing quips—vanish. There's no room for anything but pure, feral rage.

You don’t think.

You react.

The air around you crackles as you launch yourself forward, faster than the fool can process. One second, they’re standing there, smug over landing a hit on Mark—

The next, you have them by the throat.

Their eyes widen, hands clawing at yours, feet kicking uselessly in the air. You squeeze, just enough to make them panic.

“You think you’re strong?” Your voice is low, almost a growl, vibrating with barely restrained fury. “You think you can just touch him?”

They make a choked noise, eyes bulging. You hate looking at them. This weak, insignificant thing that had the audacity to harm what’s yours.

Your grip tightens. The building behind you trembles from the sheer force of your energy surging outward. Hair flickering between its normal color and golden for a split second.

Mark coughs somewhere in the rubble. "Y/N—"

Your head snaps toward the sound. He’s trying to push himself up, one arm wrapped around his ribs, blood smeared across his cheek.

He’s looking at you now, eyes wide, expression torn between disbelief and something else—something softer.

You don’t like it.

You scowl, then turn back to your prey. You could end this fight right now. Just a little more pressure, and they’d be nothing but a crumpled mess of bone and flesh.

But Mark—damn him—is still watching.

And for some stupid reason, you care about what he sees.

With a growl, you throw the bastard across the street. Their body smashes through a lamppost before skidding to a limp halt. You don’t bother checking if they get up. If they know what’s good for them, they won’t.

The moment they’re gone, you stalk over to Mark, who is still gawking at you.

“Did you just—”

"Shut up," you snap, grabbing his wrist and yanking him to his feet.

He stumbles slightly, and you automatically shift to steady him, one hand gripping his forearm.

He’s warm under your fingers, his breath still uneven from the fight. His eyes lock onto yours, searching.

Your jaw tightens. "If you die, I’ll be very pissed off."

Mark blinks, then—despite the blood on his lip, despite the bruises already blooming across his skin—he grins.

“You care about me,” he says, tone dripping with amusement.

Your eye twitches.

"You care about me," he repeats, sing-song, like he’s delighted about it.

You shove him, hard enough to make him stumble back. "I will end you."

Mark just laughs, wiping blood from his mouth. "Yeah, sure. Right after you finish avenging my honor."

You hate him. You hate that he’s right. You hate that you let yourself care.

And most of all—

You hate the way your stomach flips when he looks at you like that.

••••

It’s late—too late for anyone else to be awake—but you don’t sleep much. Not like humans do.

So you sit alone on the edge of his rooftop, arms resting on your knees, staring up at the sky. The stars above are bright tonight, scattered across the inky black like shattered glass.

They stretch endlessly, far beyond Earth, far beyond this tiny planet with its weak gravity and fragile people.

Somewhere out there, a long time ago, there was a place you should have called home.

But Planet Vegeta is gone.

You don’t remember it. You were too young when it was destroyed, sent away before the blast could reach you. By the time you were old enough to ask questions, there was nothing left to return to—just empty space where your people once stood.

You should be used to it by now.

But some nights—like this one—your chest feels hollow.

The soft thud of footsteps behind you barely registers. You already know who it is.

Mark drops down beside you, not saying anything at first, just watching the sky with you.

The silence stretches between you, comfortable in a way you wouldn’t have expected months ago.

Then, quietly, he asks, “You ever think about going back?”

You exhale slowly, gaze never leaving the stars. “Not really an option.”

Mark tilts his head. “Why not?”

Your fingers clench slightly. “Because there’s nothing to go back to.”

His expression shifts. "Oh."

You don’t like the pity in his voice. You shoot him a sharp glance. “Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t lose my planet—I never had it to begin with.”

Mark studies you, his expression unreadable. "Still. That’s… a lot."

You scoff. "I manage."

Silence.

Then, softly—“Then maybe Earth is your home now.”

Your head snaps toward him, expecting mockery, but there’s none. No teasing, no sarcasm—just sincerity. Just Mark.

He looks at you like it’s an obvious answer, like it doesn’t matter that you’re not human, that you don’t belong here.

For the first time, you don’t scoff.

“…Maybe.”

••••

Mark is fidgeting.

You’ve been watching him shift awkwardly in place for the past two minutes, and you can’t decide whether you’re more entertained or secondhand embarrassed.

His hands keep clenching at his sides, like he can’t decide if he wants to put them in his pockets, cross his arms, or just gesture wildly. He rubs the back of his neck so much that you’re convinced he might actually rub his skin raw. And the way he’s shifting his weight from foot to foot?

Pathetic. Yet...cute.

Your brow arches. “Are you gonna say something, or are you just gonna stand there looking constipated?”

Mark flinches like you just punched him in the gut. “I—I have something I need to tell you.”

You cross your arms, tilting your head, unimpressed. “Clearly.”

He takes a deep breath, like that might somehow help him, then lets it out in a rush of air that makes him seem even more stressed.

His shoulders are too tense, his expression too strained, and his heartbeat—oh, his heartbeat is practically hammering through his chest. Is he nervous?

He’s never like this during fights. Even when he’s getting thrown through buildings, he usually keeps his cool, and pushing through with sheer stubbornness. But right now?

Mark looks like he might actually pass out.

“So, uh…” He drags a hand down his face, sighing. “I think I—no, I know I—uh—”

Your smirk widens. You can’t help it. “Spit it out, Invincible.”

That seems to make it worse. He groans, eyes squeezing shut, head tilting back like he’s begging the universe for patience.

Then, he just blurts it out.

“I like you, okay? A lot. A lot more than normal, And I know you probably think I’m beneath you, but—”

You don’t think.

You act.

Before he can finish whatever self-deprecating nonsense he was about to say, you grab the front of his suit and yank him forward, crashing your lips against his.

It’s instinct. It’s reaction. It’s the only thing you can do when faced with something that makes your chest feel tight.

For a second, he freezes.

Then, he melts into it.

His lips are warm, slightly chapped, and he’s so still. You realize he’s holding his breath, and maybe you are too. The world around you fades into nothing, like the only thing anchoring you to reality is the heat of his mouth against yours.

And then it’s over.

You pull back so fast you nearly trip over your own feet, letting go of his shirt like it just burned you. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your face—damn it, why does your face feel hot?

You clench your fists, resisting the urge to cover your mouth, your brain screaming at you for what you just did.

Mark just… stares.

His mouth is slightly open, his eyebrows raised, his lips still parted like he’s still processing what just happened. There’s a deep flush creeping up his neck, painting his ears red, but—he’s not speaking.

Oh, universe.

Why isn’t he speaking?

Panic creeps up your spine like a slow-burning fire. You shouldn’t have done that. What if you—what if he—

“…You kissed me.” His voice is dazed, barely more than a whisper, and that’s when you snap.

You stiffen, looking anywhere but at him. “You were—talking too much.”

Slowly—too slowly—something shifts in his expression. The stunned silence fades, melting into something smug. His lips curl at the edges, the flush on his cheeks still present but no longer uncertain. It’s a look of pure, unfiltered victory.

His voice is annoyingly triumphant. “You like me.”

Your entire body locks up.

“No,” you say immediately.

Mark steps closer. “You so do.”

“I don’t,” you insist, but the way you’re backing up is not helping your case.

Mark follows, his confidence growing with every second. “You totally do. Oh my god.” He drags a hand down his face, but it’s not exasperation—it’s exhilaration. “I knew it.”

“You don’t know anything,” you mutter, face burning.

He grins. “You are so cute right now.”

Your hands clench into fists. “I will end you.”

“Oh, sure,” he teases. “But not before I kiss you again.”

You whip around so fast your hair nearly smacks him in the face. “I hate you.”

He has the audacity to laugh. A full, bright, obnoxiously victorious laugh.

“No, you don’t.”

Your mouth opens—probably to snap something back—but Mark just leans in, smirking.

“If it makes you feel better,” he muses, “I really enjoyed it.”

You go completely still, face burning impossibly warmer.

Mark grins wider, “And I know you enjoyed it too.”

Your eye twitches.

He laughs again, and you hate how much you don’t hate the sound of it.

Goku x Vegeta's Sister! Singer! Reader x Goku Black - I Want This..

(Y/n)'s POV)

I had always had a crush on the Earth-Saiyan, Kakarot, or as I had learned to call him, Goku. From the first moment when my big brother (Vegeta), Nappa, and I had been fighting his allies and he swooped in to save them, I was in love. I had been told when I was young that when a saiyan finds their perfect mate, time just seems to stop when they see their fated partner for the first time. That's what happened when I saw him. When we fought in hand to hand combat I never wanted it to end.

But we had to leave Earth..

"I suppose you win this battle," I jeered at him, picking my beaten brother off of the ground. "This won't be the last time we see each other though." Goku was broken badly but I caught the smirk he threw my way from where he lay on the ground. Quickly leaving in the space pods we arrived in, we headed out into space. Little did they know, I left a small tracker on his gi, so I could hear everything that they were talking about.

That's how I found out that Goku was a married man..

My heart broke and I burned with jealousy when I heard her voice. Chi Chi, the wife of Goku. I should've realized he was in a relationship, after all he had a son, but I guess when you're in battle you don't really think about stuff like that. When we arrived on Frieza's ship, we were healed up and quickly left for Namek where some wish orbs could be found. While there, we met some of the humans from before, including Goku's son, Gohan. The kid was really sweet, even though he was obviously terrified of us.

Then Goku showed up..

My heart nearly beat out of my chest as I saw him again. Vegeta and I were already partially working with the humans to gather the Namekian wish orbs so this also meant that we would be working together. "So, Goku," I said, and he looked toward me after a joy filled reunion with his friends and family, "Are you ready for a rematch? My brother and I are stronger than ever and we are ready to beat you." He smiled and rubbed his neck adorably. "Sorry, normally I would but there is something important we need to do here. Not only that but we have a common enemy here and probably shouldn't kill each other before we find him."

He was right..

Of course he was talking about Frieza, and that's what truly brought both sides together. Now it seemed like they were allies permanently. When Frieza finally did attack my eyes widened when he killed Vegeta. My brother, who had been there for me for my entire life and kept me safe, was now dead? That was the first time I turned Super Saiyan. With Goku's help, we seemingly defeated the evil emperor.

Then Frieza killed Krillin..

Goku, taken over by rage, turned into a Super Saiyan and Frieza never really stood a chance. However, before I could help Goku finish the tyrant off, I was wished away to the safety of Earth with the rest of the Namekians and my brother and Krillin who were wished back to life. I was pissed off that I couldn't help Goku, but thought it was sweet he wanted to keep me safe.

Then Goku disappeared..

Everyone was heartbroken and upset and Vegeta left Earth to "search for other saiyans" but everyone knew he was looking for his missing rival. I stayed on Earth mainly because the planet fascinated me, but also because I could learn a thing or two from these humans. That's where I found my love of music. Not only that, but I got to help Gohan with his training. Chi Chi refused to let him train because she wanted him to focus on his studies.

Then Goku returned..

After a mysterious being showed up on Earth and defeated Frieza, who had made an unwelcome return, Goku came down in a space pod. He had apparently spent the past year on an alien planet training and being healed. No matter, he was back and there was a new threat to prepare for in 3 years. During that time, we trained like crazy and I started a career in singing. It might seem weird, the warrior princess of the saiyans becoming a singer, but it had become my passion besides fighting.

Then Goku died..

He sacrificed himself to save everyone from Cell. Gohan dealt the finishing blow after it was revealed that Cell didn't actually die. Everyone was sad that Goku was truly gone this time, but life would move on.. maybe.. 7 years passed and I kept training Gohan, this time also training his little brother Goten (Chi Chi, much to my dismay, had become pregnant before Goku died). It became almost a habit to go over to their house and help them train or help with homework. At that point I was taking care of them more than their own mother because she kept disappearing on random outings.

Then Goku came back..

The 28th Tenkaichi Budokai was coming up and Gohan was blackmailed convinced by his new friend, Videl (daughter of Mr. Satan, the man who took all the credit for defeating Cell) to participate in it. Also, a lot of our friends were joining it as well. Goku showed up, having been granted the ability to be in the mortal world for 24 hours. Tears were shed and Goku was allowed to meet Goten for the first time. It was so wholesome and I almost cried, but then Chi Chi was all over him. Once again I was overcome with jealousy. I wanted to tell him how I felt, but I guess it was futile.

Then Majin Buu was awakened and everything went wrong..

Vegeta sacrificed himself to stop the pink monster but it was in vain. Everyone in the world was dying. Goku was doing his best to save everyone but it was getting harder and harder to defend the world against this new menace that had an infinite appetite. Even I couldn't last. A blast was headed right toward the man I loved and I pushed him out of the way, sacrificing myself in order to save him. When I was revived, Goku and Vegeta had been brought back to life too. Everything was starting to go back to normal and few years passed.

Then Goku came into Capsule Corp. crying..

Bulma and I were the first to check on him. "What's wrong? Why are you upset?" Goku managed to choke out, "Ch-chi Chi.. chea-cheated on m-me.. I saw h-her in o-our bed with... ANOTHER MAN!!" He burst out in tears again and my eyes went wide. "I'm gonna KILL HER!" I exclaimed, starting to move toward the door but he stopped me, grabbing my wrist. "N-no.. please don't hurt her! It's my fault anyway.. I wasn't good enough for her.." I took his head in my hands and looked him in the eyes. "No, Goku. You're too good for her! She's just too stupid and blind to realize it!" His eyes were wide as he looked at me. "Let me help you, Goku.. please.." He nodded, looking down and leaning against me. My face erupted with a blush, but the only reason I could tell was because Bulma was giving me the look.

Then I moved in with Goku and even more years passed..

Chi Chi and Goku divorced within a week of him finding out about her unfaithfulness. Goten took it hard but got over it just as quickly. After Goku had died, his mom had been rather neglectful and he got even better after Goku got custody of him in court. However, they needed help at home and Goku was struggling to move on. I took the opportunity when it presented itself and moved in with them. About a year later I was surprised when Goten called me "mom". It was by accident but I was the happiest girl in the world. Even Gohan, when he and his wife, Videl, came to visit, said that he'd also like to call me his mom if it was okay. Of course it was. Lord Beerus appeared and looked for "the Super Saiyan god". The ritual was done, and soon everyone was training at levels we could only dream of before. Everything was falling into place.

Then everything fell apart..

Goku came into the house one day looking so incredibly happy. Gohan, Videl, and their newborn daughter, Pan, were visiting and everything was just right. "What's got you so giddy?" I asked, smiling at the man I loved. "Chi Chi and I met each other at the store! She said she wanted to try again! We're going on a date tomorrow!" I froze in shock and the music sheets that I had previously been holding fell to the ground. My heart shattered. "R-really? I'm... I'm so h-happy for you!" I quickly picked up my music sheets and placed them in a folder near the counter. "Mom? Are you okay?" Asked Goten and I gave him a fake smile. Gohan and Videl were looking at me with pity. They knew of my love for Goku. "Yea, little fighter. I'm fine.. I'm just think I remembered that I needed to turn in one of my new songs to the studio." Goku smiled at me happily, "Do you want someone to go with you?" I shook my head and looked away from him. "No, I'll be fine on my own."

My heart was broken..

I flew to Capsule Corps. and entered the house. Vegeta and Bulma saw my pain and ran to me. "What's wrong, (Y/n)? Why are you upset?" I sobbed into Bulma's shoulder. "Goku's giving Chi Chi another chance.. They're going on a date tomorrow.." I sobbed, shaking with the pain on my broken heart. Vegeta let out an angry growl. "Kakarot is such an idiot! His own children even call you their mother. How could he give that cheating harpy another chance? I'm gonna KILL HIM!" I grabbed onto his wrist, remembering how Goku had done the same to me just a year before. "No! Please don't! It's not his fault he's still in love with her! Plus, it's my fault that I never confessed to him in the first place.." Vegeta looked at me angrily, then sighed and gave up.

Their date went perfectly..

Chi Chi was moving back in with her "family" and I didn't know how to feel. Every time she looked at me it was with a glare and she made it rather clear she didn't want me here. I was tough and stuck it out, but it was only a matter of time before I couldn't live there anymore. Goten and Gohan weren't allowed to call me mom while she was around and Goku hardly paid any attention to me anymore.

It was agonizing..

Future Trunks came around asking for help and thought Goku was his enemy. Then a portal opened up and he stepped out. He looked around and spotted me, smiling. I frowned at him, but my heart was racing. A second Goku! The two matching men faced each other and began to fight but suddenly, the copycat disappeared. My eyes widened when a hand covered my mouth and a husky voice whispered in my ear. "There you are, my songbird.~" I blushed and shoved him away from me as the real Goku rushed in and punched him in the face. Soon after, the evil Goku was sucked back into the portal he came from and everyone turned to me. "What did he say to you?" I blushed at the memory, "He called me his songbird.."

My mind was off of the real Goku for a bit..

That's when the investigation began. Beerus took Goku and I to the 10th universe to check out their supreme kai's new assistant, Zamasu. The scenery was beautiful there and I found myself wandering away from Whis, Lord Beerus, and Goku in order to look at it more. It was inspiring and I wanted to write a song about something like this. I could hear Zamasu and Goku fighting in the distance, but it came to an end eventually and I hummed happily. All was peaceful again.

He came and talked to me..

"The weather is quite beautiful, isn't it?" I looked over at the owner of the sweet and smooth voice. It was Zamasu. "It is. This place in general is amazing. I almost envy the tenth universe." There was a small chuckle from the kai. "I'm sure the seventh universe is just as beautiful." I smiled at him and shrugged. "I guess it really depends on who you're asking." He nodded and there was a small moment of silence. "You seem very peaceful for a saiyan. Why is that?" I could only shrug. "I fight when I need to, though I used to do it all the time. Spending time with my friends and finding a new passion kinda taught me that there's more to life than violence." I saw his smile widen and it made my heart beat increase.

There was some kind of strange connection between us..

"What are you writing?" I looked over at him once again, then down at my notes. "I was inspired by this world and I'm writing a song. It's my job and a hobby back in my universe." He was looking over my notes and smiling. "The song will be quite lovely from what I'm reading right now." I smiled and blushed happily. "Thanks so much!"

I was happy with him..

"(Y/N)!! WE'RE LEAVING!" I heard Lord Beerus call and I sighed. "Well, everything needs to come to an end eventually I guess." Zamasu smiled at me and took my hand, kissing the back of it. "I do hope we meet again sometime soon." My face felt so hot and I smiled nervously, "Maybe we will, who knows? It was nice to meet you, Zamasu." I walked back to the others and I noticed that Goku was glaring at Zamasu angrily. 'I wonder what's gotten him upset.' I thought, putting my hand on Beerus's shoulder and being whisked away.

My heart was beating so fast..

"I think Zamasu is the person we're looking for." Said Goku, his serious voice present. "Are you sure? He seemed really nice." I replied, looking over at him in confusion. "When we were fighting, his energy reminded me a lot of Black. I'm sure that they're connected somehow." I frowned. There was no way someone as sweet as Zamasu could be connected to someone as terrible as Goku Black.

There was no way..

Vegeta, Goku, Future Trunks, and I all left for his future. There we saw the true extent of Goku Black's genocide. It was awful. The few survivors there had little to no hope and there wasn't very much happiness here. We had to protect these people with our lives.

Then he appeared..

"Hmm.. I could've sworn I'd gotten rid of your time machine, but it's whatever." He laughed, looking at our ragtag group of fighters. Then he saw me and smiled. "Hello again, my songbird." I blushed and growled but was also surprised to hear Goku growling too. It was unnatural and unusual for him to growl so possessively. Black only laughed and attacked. Eventually, everyone was beaten up and almost unconscious while our foe stood there with mild damage in his Super Saiyan Rose' form. "We have to retreat for now!" Said Trunks, beginning to run away, we followed close behind but I was suddenly yanked backward before I could climb in the time machine.

Then he held me back so I couldn't escape with the others..

"(Y/N)!" They all shouted, halting their retreat. "Go! Go without me!" I yelled back, trying to get them out while they still could. "No! I'm not leaving without you!" Exclaimed Goku, reaching his hand out, trying to leave but Trunks blocked him. "She's giving us an opening. We need to leave now. I don't want to leave her either but this is all we can do at the moment." I tried to fight off Black, but with a swift chop to the back of my bruised neck, I was knocked out cold.

He took me away to a better place..

I opened my eyes to see I was literally in a cage and a glowing chain was put around my ankle. "What the heck?" I murmured, trying to take it off, but it was really strong. The entire cage glowed the same way and I realized they were Ki restraints. As long as I was chained or in this cage, I wouldn't be able to use my powers. I was truly trapped. "Well well well, looks like the songbird finally woke up." came a smooth voice and I looked up to see Goku Black, sitting on a chair in front of the cage. I growled angrily, "Let me go you psychopath!" He only smirked and leaned against his hand. "Now why would I let my songbird go? No.. not when it took so much effort to catch her." I blushed and looked away. "You flatter me so. You realize you're talking to the princess of all saiyans? I demand that you let me go this instant." Black laughed, "Oh, I apologize, your majesty. Even so, it doesn't change the fact that you now belong to me." It was so hard not to lose my cool around him. He looked just like Goku and treated me like this?

What was he doing to me?

"Sing for me." I looked at him in confusion. "What?" Black glared at me, "Did I stutter? I said sing for me." I turned away from him angrily. "I don't have to do anything you tell me to do. I'm not your slave, even if you claim that you own me, and I'm certainly not afraid of you." There was a small gust of wind and I turned to see he had transformed into his custom Super Saiyan form. "Maybe you're not, but the survivors in that city sure are. I know they're there somewhere and I could take that whole place and burn it to the ground. I'll make a deal with you. If you sing for me, I'll spare them, for now. If you refuse, I'll kill every last human in that city. I've already destroyed the rest of the world, so why not.

How could I refuse such an offer?

I sighed. "Fine, but I'm doing it for the people's safety, not for you. What kind of song do you want to hear?" He looked out the window thoughtfully. "Something to remember things with, I suppose." I nodded, sitting down in my prison and thinking quickly of a song that I knew.

Hoping you take that jump But don't fear the fall.. Hope when the water rises You built a wall.. Hoping the crowd screams out Screaming your name... Hope if everybody runs You choose to stay..

Black watched me as I sang, but I didn't look at him. I imagined my friends, my loyal and brave friends back in my dimension and time. I wondered how they were doing.

Hope that you fall in love And it hurts so bad The only way you can know Is give it all you have And I hope that you don't suffer But take the pain Hope when the moment comes you say I, I did it all I, I did it all

I thought of all the adventures we had together. From when we were enemies, to when we were literally dying together as friends.

I owned every second That this world could give I saw so many places The things that I did With every broken bone I swear I lived..

A single tear fell down my cheek and I turned away from the eyes of my captor.

Hope that you spend your days But they all add up And when that sun goes down Hope you raise your cup I wish that I could witness All your joy and all your pain But until my moment comes I'll say I, I did it all I, I did it all I owned every second That this world could give I saw so many places And things that I did With every broken bone I swear I lived

I thought of Goku and Chi Chi. How happy they were now that they were together again. How I would never be the source of his happiness, and she would, even after she betrayed him in one of the worst way possible.

With every broken bone I swear I lived With every broken bone I swear I lived I, I did it all I, I did it all I owned every second That this world could give I saw so many places And things that I did With every broken bone I swear I lived..

(end of song)

There was silence for a little while and then there was soft clapping. "Bravo. I must say that song with your voice got me a tad bit emotional. Tell me, did you write that song?" I shook my head. "No, someone else made it. I have just listened to it enough times to know how to sing it word for word." He smirked, "Even so, it probably would have sounded even better if you wrote it and sang it first. You really are quite the song bird." I blushed but continued to look away from him.

Days passed but no one came..

Everyday he would have me sing for him and everyday he and I would get closer. I no longer avoided his gaze when I sang or spoke to him. He never mistreated me, and was in fact quite the gentleman. He was what people could consider "the perfect man".

But he wasn't Goku..

Nearly a week had passed with no sign of rescue in sight. I tried so hard to keep faith that they would come back but a week was a really long time to try and regroup. Black was my only companion here and I was worried I might go crazy.

Today would be a bit different though..

"I want you to sing me a song that you wrote. Something that no one else has heard before." I looked at him in surprise. "What? Why?" Black looked at me intently. "Because I said so and because I want to hear something that you made, not someone else." My mind immediately went to one song I made that fit his request but I frowned. "I made the specific song you're asking for for someone else. I was hoping it could be special because they'd be the first one to hear it. I guess that's off the table though." 'It's not like he's here either way, and he probably wouldn't understand the meaning anyway.' "I guess I'll sing it for you, but it sounds better if I have a guitar to sing along with." Black hummed quietly and nodded. "Fine. I'll find one for you. I know I've seen one somewhere in that wasteland city. Don't go anywhere." I smirked at his comment. "As if I have the option of leaving." He smiled at me kindly and left the house. I checked the cage but I couldn't find a real way out. I really was trapped..

Then he returned..

He handed me a beautiful acoustic guitar and it was, surprisingly, already tuned. "Thanks for finding it for me. It's beautiful." Black murmured something under his breath and blushed that I didn't catch but I didn't question it as I began to play and sing.

I'm booking myself a one way flight I gotta see the color in your eyes And telling myself I'm gonna be alright Without you baby is a waste of time.. Yeah, our first date, boy, the seasons changed It got washed away in a summer rain You can't undo a fall like this 'Cause love don't know what distance is Yeah, I know it's crazy..

I sang for my broken heart and I sang for my unrequited and lasting love..

But I don't want "good" and I don't want "good enough" I want "can't sleep, can't breathe without your love" Front porch and one more kiss, it doesn't make sense to anybody else Who cares if you're all I think about, I've searched the world and I know now, It ain't right if you ain't lost your mind Yeah, I don't want easy, I want crazy Are you with me baby? Let's be crazy

I felt Black's eyes on me but I didn't mind.

I wanna be scared, don't wanna know why Wanna feel good, don't have to be right The world makes all kinds of rules for love I say you gotta let it do what it does

I don't want just another hug and a kiss goodnight Catchin' up calls and a date sometimes I love that we're rebels, and we still believe We're the kind of crazy people wish that they could be, yeah Oh, and I know we're crazy, yeah

I smiled and blushed as I sang, feeling happy and free..

But I don't want "good" and I don't want "good enough" I want "can't sleep, can't breathe without your love" Front porch and one more kiss, it doesn't make sense to anybody else Who cares if you're all I think about, I've searched the world and I know now, It ain't right if you ain't lost your mind Yeah, I don't want easy, I want crazy You with me baby? Let's be crazy

I was partially aware of Black standing up and walking over to stand in front of the cage, but i kept singing..

But I don't want "good" and I don't want "good enough" I want "can't sleep, can't breathe without your love" Front porch and one more kiss, it doesn't make sense to anybody else Who cares if you're all I think about, I've searched the world and I know now, It ain't right if you ain't lost your mind Yeah, I don't want easy, I want crazy Yeah, look at us baby, tonight the midnight rules are breaking There's no such thing as wild enough, And maybe we just think too much Who needs to play it safe in love? Let's be crazy!

I looked at Goku Black as I sang the last lines, feeling oddly drawn to him..

Who cares if we're crazy? We gotta be crazy I know that we're crazy, so let's be crazy Yeah...

(end of song)

There he stood in front of me, smiling kindly from beyond the bars. "So those are the kinds of songs that your heart can produce? I must say I am jealous of whoever you wrote that song for." I looked away, embarrassed. "It was for the real Goku. I've been too much of a coward to confess how I truly felt about him so I thought that maybe if I sang this to him, and he knew it was for him, that maybe he would finally understand and choose me.. That's only wishful thinking though.." "Why is it only wishful thinking?"

"Because he's getting back with his ex-wife who cheated on him and he seems so happy about it." Tears began to fall unwillingly from my eyes and Black opened the door to my cage, wrapping his arms around me in a gentle embrace. I welcomed it as I cried into his soft and warm chest.

"It's not fair! I've been helping him and taking care of him and his family even when he wasn't alive and he still doesn't see me! He just sees that cheating witch that he used to call his wife.. his own kids even call me their mom!"

It's not fair..

He looked at me dead in the eyes and shook his head. "You're right it's not fair, but if you know you can't be with him, why haven't you given up?" More tears fell from my eyes as I responded.

"It's because I love him, even when he hurts me I love him, and I know it's toxic at this point but can't stop because every time I try I fall in love with him all over again."

"If you can't have the real one, why not settle for second best?" He tucks a few lose strands of my hair behind my ear and traces my jaw with his finger, pinching my chin gently and raising my face up to look at him.

"Because you're not the man I fell in love with.. You're not my Goku."

"But I could be. Don't you want this? Don't you want me to love you?"

No

"Couldn't I be your knight in shining armor?"

No

"Why suffer heartbreak when you could forget all about him and finally be happy?"

Could I?

"Let me help you, (Y/n), my songbird."

Should I?

"I love you."

I shouldn't..

"I'll ask you once more.. do you want this?"

"Yes.."

He closed the gap between us and our lips met in a passionate kiss, tasting like tea and salt from the tears on my lips. It was like a dream.

A wonderful dream come true..

I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist as he pushed me against the wall, all while hungrily attacking my mouth. My hands traveled into his hair, pushing him toward me as the kiss got heated. He bit my lip, asking for entrance and I granted it, opening my mouth. He slipped his tongue inside and I moaned in pleasure. 'I never would have guessed that kissing would feel so good.' I thought as he pushed me harder into the wall.

But all things must come to an end..

Suddenly, we felt multiple energy signatures appear out of thin air. We stopped our heated make-out session and looked toward the window. "Th-they're back?" I said in shock. "I was starting to wonder if they would ever return." Black growled and let me go, pushing me into my cage and locking the door. "I'll deal with them. You're staying here." I held the bars of my prison in my hands as I begged Black not to hurt them. He only smiled and kissed my lips gently. "We'll see what happens when we get to that."

And with that, he left, leaving me behind..

(Goku's POV)

We arrived in the future once again and I could feel Black's energy signature coming from somewhere beyond the city. I was confused. "Why would Black be away from the city? Hasn't he already destroyed the rest of the world?"

"I don't know either, Kakarot. Maybe it's where he's keeping (Y/n) hidden."

"If she's still alive, that is." Said Trunks, being the only one of us who dared bring out the possibility that our ally was possibly dead somewhere.

-time skip-

When Goku Black finally showed his face, he was alone. "What, have you come back for more?" he jeered, transforming into his Super Saiyan Rose' form. "You monster, what have you done with my sister?!" Barked Vegeta angrily and I nodded, also wanting to know. "She's alive and unharmed, for the most part. You all took so long she was starting to give up hope." He smirked at me. "I must say, Goku, I'm rather jealous. My dear (Y/n) thinks rather highly of you."

"Don't call her "your dear", also, why would you be jealous?" He smirked, "Simple, she clearly cares a lot about you and is heart broken that you never noticed her. Not only that but I must say you're missing out." My eyes widened. "Wait.. what?"

Vegeta and Trunks looked like they had seen a ghost. "It's true," continued Black, smiling deviously. "she wrote a song for you, even took care of you and your family but you never saw her the way she hoped you would. Instead, you got right back with the person she was helping you heal from. How tragic. It's a good thing I was there to help her pick up the pieces." My head was spinning. 'There was no way.. I thought that..'

"No. I don't know why you're making this up, Black, but it's not gonna work." What happened next, shocked me.

"Actually, Kakarot, he's speaking the truth." I turned to Vegeta. "What? You can't seriously believe this guy, do you?" Vegeta shook his head. "I could've told you the same thing without him saying it. You're just too blind to see what's right in front of you. I swear, you've broken her heart so many times but she just won't give up on you." My heart was pounding. "You mean that she... she loves me?"

"Finally! Somebody's finally caught up!" Said Goku Black with a sneer. My face turned scarlet. 'All this time and I never realized..' I shook my head. "Well then, I guess that's just more reason to defeat you and rescue her, right guys?" Vegeta and Trunks nodded at me, getting into fighting positions.

"Try all you will, but I will purge this world of its impurities and have (Y/n) stay by my side as my queen!"

"NEVER!" I shouted running at him angrily. We traded kicks and punches like there was no tomorrow and trunks and I tried our best to serve as a good distraction while Vegeta looked for his sister. "Do you really think I'll give in so easily? I have so much on the line right now. I'm not only fighting for my perfect world, but I'm fighting for my songbird. I've grown quite fond of her and don't plan to let her go any time soon. I think I've reached a milestone with her. Not that you'd know, Goku, but she's an amazing kisser." That last part was said in a whisper so Trunks couldn't hear it.

"WHAT?! I exclaimed, punching him so hard in the face that he went flying through 6 buildings. I was so angry and wanted to end him quickly. Black laughed as he got up from his nest in the rubble. "What, are you jealous that I kissed her before you ever realized that she liked you?" I flew at him, my fist glowing with energy. "I'll Make Sure You Pay For What You Did!! She Doesn't Even Love You!!" Walls were broken and I frowned as he got right back up again.

"I beg to differ," he said with a smirk, "you see, she never rejected the kiss, in fact she was quite into it if I do say so myself. She told me she wanted it." My heart broke and I charged a quick Kamehameha, shooting it right toward Black. "No! You're Lying!!"

"Am I? Or are you just jealous?"

He was right. I was jealous. After coming home, I was already upset that I had to leave (Y/n) behind, and then I came home to find Chi Chi cheating on me AGAIN with the SAME GUY. I told them to leave and to never come back. Afterward, the house just wasn't the same. It just felt so empty. I missed (Y/n). Goten even asked, "Where's mom?" I told him that she and her partner had already left, but then he said, "No. Not Mama Chi Chi. Where's Mama (Y/n)?" My eyes widened. I had almost forgotten that he and Gohan had started calling her their mom.

The thought made me blush. She really was a mom figure, huh? She was always there for me too. 'The perfect mate..' I thought blissfully, remembering how time just seemed to stop when I saw her for the first time. It was strange at first, but I had pushed those thoughts out of my mind so I could focus on the battle against her and her brother. I had to get her back..

"We'll find her." Was all I could say to my son for the time being.

(Vegeta's POV)

I flew toward where we had found Black's energy when we arrived and saw a beautiful house overlooking the ruined city. 'This has to be it.' I though, flying up to the door, which was unlocked. Entering the house I heard soft singing.

I used to believe We were burnin' on the edge of somethin' beautiful Somethin' beautiful Sellin' a dream Smoke and mirrors keep us waitin' on a miracle On a miracle Say, go through the darkest of days Heaven's a heartbreak away Never let you go, never let me down Oh, it's been a hell of a ride Driving the edge of a knife Never let you go, never let me down Don't you give up, nah, nah, nah I won't give up, nah, nah, nah Let me love you Let me love you Don't you give up, nah, nah, nah I won't give up, nah, nah, nah Let me love you Let me love you (Oh, baby, baby)

I entered the room where the singing was and saw her in a cage, lying against the bars as she sang, probably trying to pass the time.

"(Y/N)!"

She looked up from where she was sitting and her eyes widened in shock, her hands now holding the bars. "Vegeta! You're here!" I rushed over to her and used a ki blast on the lock, unfortunately it did nothing. "It's a ki draining cage. You won't be able to unlock it that way." I growled angrily then found some toothpicks in the kitchen area. I used those to pick the lock.

When the door swung open, she hugged me tightly and I held her, feeling so many emotions. "Did he do anything to you?" She pulled away from me and shook her head. "No. He asked me to sing for him a couple of times and we held a few conversations, but other than that nothing really happened." I nodded then noticed the chain around her ankle. "Same deal as before?" She nodded and I took care that that too.

"Let's get out of here. Kakarot and Trunks can only last so long against Black." Handing her a sensu bean, we quickly left, flying to find the others quickly while hiding our ki. "Be careful, alright? You're still only at Super Saiyan god at the moment so you might not last in this fight." She nodded and we took cover in a ruined alleyway. There were Kakarot and Trunks, bloody and bruised, fighting against Black. (Y/n) looked sad as she watched it but then growled and leapt suddenly into the fight.

"I thought I told you not to hurt my friends!" She took Black by surprise and kicked him square in the side, the force of the impact making him fly back a good distance. "(Y/n)!" Kakarot and Trunks exclaimed happily and she smirked at them. "Took you long enough to come back for me. I was getting a little worried." Black flew back toward the group, growling. "And I told you we'd see what happened when we got to it. Also, I thought I told you to stay in your cage, so I guess we're even." She rolled her eyes. "Well when somebody opens the bird cage, the bird's most likely to fly away." I stepped out of the shadows and Black cursed at me.

"You can't even defeat me. I'll just take you right back and reinforce it. Nothing to worry about, my songbird." She glared at him, "You can stop with that name now. I'm not your pet." He appeared right in front of her and whispered something in her ear, making her face erupt in a bright red blush.

(Y/n)'s POV)

Goku flew right at Black, punching him in the face. "GET AWAY FROM HER!" My hear was beating so fast and I covered my face in embarrassment. My brain replayed what Black had just said, "Not my pet? That's not what you were showing earlier today~" I shook my head and I yelled out in anger. He had tricked me into giving into my desires and now I couldn't undo it. I had been played with.

"I HATE YOU GOKU BLACK!!!" I shouted, feeling my power surge and my hair rise above my head, launching myself at him. This time, the force of my punch broke the sound barrier. He flew back, smashing through multiple buildings. "(Y-Y/n), you unlocked a new form!" said Goku in shock. I looked at my hands but was shocked and slightly horrified to see a faint pink tint. I looked toward Goku. "What color is my hair?" He looked away nervously. "Pink.."

"I have Super Saiyan Rose'?"

"Yeah..."

"Great! Another thing to remember him by!"

Trunks shouted at us to hurry back to the time machine and we managed to get there just as Black charged an attack at us. The vehicle rose into the air and we saw the attack heading right toward us but right before it hit, we disappeared in a ball of light, heading back into our time.

When we landed, I was one of the first people out. The sky was so clear and beautiful and everything smelled fresh. I laughed and fell to the ground onto the grass. "You never realize how much you love a place until you're away from it for too long." Vegeta sighed, "Get off of the ground, (Y/n). You're better than that."

"Shut it Veggie. I've been cooped up in a cage in a house in the future for a week. Let me enjoy the outdoors here for a bit." Bulma came out of the house, followed by Goten and young Trunks. "MAMA! YOU'RE BACK!" I was tackled by Goku's son and I laughed as I held him close. "Hi there, little fighter. I missed you!" While standing up, Bluma tackled me to the ground and I laughed even harder. "DON'T WORRY ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!" She yelled at me, tears in her eyes.

I'm home..

"Hey, (Y/n), can I talk to you, just the two of us?" I looked over at Goku in confusion. "Uhh.. sure?" I looked toward Vegeta, but he wouldn't look at me. Goku led me inside the Capsule Corps. building and sighed softly. "Alright, we're alone. What's wrong?" He looked at me for a few seconds, like he was trying to figure out what to do next. Suddenly, he placed both hands on either side of my head, pining me to the wall. My face warmed alarmingly fast. "G-goku! Wha-what are you doing?"

He leaned in, looking dead serious. "Black told me a lot when we arrived and faced him." I could tell that my blush was continuing to grow just by the look on his face. "H-he did? What did he tell you?" Goku tilted his head, "A few things. I'll leave out a lot of it, but some things stuck with me. You wrote a song for me?"

'If I blushed any more than I already am, I might faint.' I thought in alarm as I looked away nervously. "Y-yea so what if I did? It's just a song." He pinched my chin gently and turned my face to look at him. It was just like what Goku Black had done. "He told me I broke your heart." I was scared now. Just how much did Black tell him? "I-I don't know what y-your talking ab-bout." Goku leaned in even further, our lips only a few painful inches apart. I could feel his hot breath on my face.

"He told me that the two of you kissed."

I paled in horror and remained silent. "Nothing to say?" Tears welled up in my eyes. It was all over. I couldn't hide it anymore. I was gonna lose him forever. "H-he.. I told him I didn't want him, but.. he seduced me. I couldn't think straight.. I... I kissed him.." Goku growled angrily and I looked at him in fear. "P-please don't be angry.. I was upset and-" He stopped me by pressing his mouth to mine.

I gasped quietly, not believing that this was actually happening. Goku, the real Goku, was kissing me! I kissed back, humming happily. After a few seconds we separated, panting for breath. "Black was right.. I was missing out." he said, looking at me with half open eyes.

"Goku.." I murmured, looking at his flushed face in wonder. "I was too blind to see everything you were doing for me out of love. I understand now, (Y/n), and I love you too. I'm sorry it took so long to figure it out."

I sighed happily and leaned against him happily, "No need to be sorry. I was too much of a coward to tell you anyway." Goku kissed my forehead softly, "Do you want this? Do you really want me the way that I want you?" I nodded, finally able to look at him in the eye with the love that I had held back for so long.

"Yes Goku. I want this.."