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bones4thecats · 1 month ago

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↳ Fractured Confessions I.

A Future! Trunks × Goku-Daughter! Reader × Obsessed! Zamasu.

Chapters: One (here). Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven I. Seven II.

This was made with my lovely new Tumblr friend; @looooochie!

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Gripping the fractured wall, you stood up. A groan passed through your gritted teeth. This was too much to handle at once. You hadn't trained in years, maybe around four, before this happened.

While yes, fighting against this guy would work a lot like your old training under your father, it was nowhere near the same. This was more bloody, more savage, than anything Son Goku would do.

Your name was called, causing you to turn around. Running towards you was a woman with black hair that reached just below her shoulders.

"Mai..." you mumbled, collapsing slightly into the female's embrace. She gasped and helped you stand again. Wrapping one of your arms around her neck, she began to walk with you down to your hideout. "Mai... where Trunks?"

"He's out scouting. But that doesn't matter, how're you?"

Mai opened the door, practically drug you inside, before closing it with her foot.

Laying you down on the nearest cushioning, Mai grabbed a medical kit and began patching up your wounds. Questions poured from her lips; where you hurt, if you hurt, who hurt you, etc. You barely had anytime to reply before another question came out of her.

Understanding her panic, you sighed. You acted the same whenever you found any other member of the resistance injured. All the loses... they took a toll on you.

Looking to your side, you saw the entrance open. Walking inside was Trunks and two other resistance members. He looked at you with widened eyes. "What happened?!" He asked Mai.

Mai's eyebrows furrowed in concern. "She was attacked by Goku Black, no doubt. You've seen how hostile he gets when she's around us."

Trunks stayed silent as he laid his forehead against yours in comfort. He knew what his presence did to your emotions, it calmed you. Being friends since childhood helped with that.

He was the eldest of Vegeta and Bulma, while you were the second-born of Son Goku and Chi-Chi. You two were inseparable as children, that was a fact. Playing with Trunks and Goten was amazing. But, those times were long passed. As were your families.

"He didn't hurt you that badly, did he?" You shook your head in a reply. Mai had healed you well. Your bleeding had slowed, and any of your scrapes and scratches were covered in bandages to heal.

"Good."

Trunks sat down next to you, his hand embracing yours as he took deep breaths to calm himself down. Mai smiled and looked at the other men, motioned for them to head off, and followed them. You two needed some time to yourselves.

"So... how was patrol?" You asked.

Trunks smiled, chuckling as you successfully changed the topic. "It was alright. We did find a few remaining fruit trees."

"Guess that bastard enjoys farming now." You joked.

Trunks laughed, "Guess he does."

Running inside the building alongside Trunks, you yelled at him to hurry up.

Plugging in the fuel, Trunks jumps in alongside you. His face was laced with sweat, eyebrows furrowed in frustration and panic as he pressed buttons for the machine to work.

"Black's found us!" You yelled.

Trunks glanced up in fear, but finally got the machine to run. He wrapped his arms around you as the machine started up. A ki blast flew towards you both as you buried into the half-Saiyan's chest.

Yet nothing happened.

"Here we go."

"Open your mouth, young one." You heard a gravely voice say. You did as it said and felt a round object fall into your mouth. Chewing on it, you felt your fatigue and pains all go away.

From the regained composure, you opened your eyes. Looking above you, you saw the familiar silhouette of Vegeta staring down at you. His eyebrows buried naturally in a frustrated expression, one matching the last one you saw Trunks make.

Trunks! Where was he?!

"T-Trunks..." You groaned, sitting up. "Where's Trunks?"

Looking beside you, you saw everyone else. Specifically, you saw Trunks on the bed. Your eyes widened as you saw how injured he was. You hadn't noticed those injuries back on the time machine. You were far to panicked to pay attention to detail. Survival was all that was on your mind, especially after Mai's sacrifice for you two to get away safely.

Trunks' eyes opened after chewing on a, what you believed to be, senzu bean. Your eyes widened as he sat up and stared at a familiar figure. You did the same. The man's spiky black hair and dopey uniform reminded you of... him.

"What's wrong? You two look terrified."

"You bastard!" Trunks yelled, throwing his blanket off of him as he rushed towards the familiar male.

You grasped at Vegeta's vest and pulled him close like the stuffed hippo you had as a child. It was obvious you were scared of that man. But why would you be scared of your own father?

Trunks threw a left-hook at Goku, but the full-blood Saiyan grabbed it and held it back with unsurprising ease.

"I'll make you pay!"

"Hey... what's the matter, Trunks? It's me." Goku tried to reason.

"I'll kill you!"

All of a sudden, a smack rang through the air. You squeaked and froze in place alongside the elder man you held onto.

"What do you think you're doing?! That's Goku!" Bulma yelled.

Your breathing began to hitch as your brain registered all around you. Bulma, Vegeta, Lord Beerus, Whis, the little versions of your friends, and... Goku.

"...Goku?" Trunks mumbled. He was obviously shocked that the real Goku was there in front of you. You hadn't seen the real man for years now, maybe ten? Longer, perhaps? Who knows. Keeping track of time was more of a Mai thing than yours.

Your grip on Vegeta loosened, and your eyes began to water as you stared at Goku. His eyes traveled from the future-Trunks and towards you.

He was surprised. He had seen future Trunks long ago, but he had not seen future you. You looked so much more mature. Your hair was longer now, almost the same length as your long-deceased uncle, Raditz's, was. Your eyes, which were once kind and soft, were now cold and seemingly hollow.

Goku called your name lowly, his voice matching yours as you called his name back.

In a flash, you jumped up from the bed like how your friend did. Your arms opened and wrapped around your father's, legs doing the same. It was as if you were a koala and he was the eucalyptus tree you wanted to extract nutrients from.

"Dad!"

Everyone was surprised as you cried into Goku's arms. It was like you were a toddler again when you scrapped your knee training with the Saiyan-frenemies.

"Hey, kiddo." Goku replied, his arms holding you up as you cried. Trunks watched with a neutral expression. He knew why you were crying; you missed Goku so much ever since he passed. While Chi-Chi raised you for a majority of your life, Goku was a great father when around.

When Goku was around, he would play with you, train you, and even help teach you some things he learned from his teachers like King Kai. In fact, he was the one who gave you the hippo stuffed animal you loved as a child.

"So, why did you attack me?" Goku asked, his hand rubbing the back of your head comfortingly as you continued to cling to him.

Trunks froze slightly, nervousness and anger laced in his body as he crossed his arms and began telling the story of everything.

It shocked the people around; why on Earth would Goku go evil? He sacrificed himself for the people of this planet, him changing side like that would be essentially impossible!

"It's the truth." You said.

Goku and the others looked down at you in surprise. What were you talking about?

"But, in all honesty, I think something happened to you in the future, Dad. There's no bad bone in your body."

Trunks nodded, a hand placed on your shoulder reassuringly as you looked at your father.

Walking inside from training with his past family, Trunks' eyes looked around your older brother's home. He eventually saw Mr. Satan sitting on the couch, you on the floor in front of him with a little, blanket-wrapped Pan in your lap.

"Heya, Trunks!" Mr. Satan said. "Sorry, I've tried movin' the two of 'em. That girl's grip is shockingly strong for someone holdin' a baby."

Trunks looked down at you both and smiled. His eyes slightly wrinkled as his lips moved upwards.

He knew exactly what you were thinking when you caught up with your brothers, mother, in-laws, and niece. You were thinking about the day Pan was born. Gohan was twenty-two when she was born, and you were just past fourteen.

Trunks remembered your face when Videl's pregnancy was revealed. He remembered how your eye lit up when Videl's stomach grew from the product of her and your brother's love. How you cried happy tears when Pan was placed in your arms for the first time.

And how you sobbed uncontrollably when you held her in your arms for the last time.

Videl walked in the room and called her father to the kitchen for some help. Mr. Satan smiled and nodded, handed the TV's remote to the son of Vegeta and Bulma, and walked away.

Instead of watching the recordings pass by, the young man sat down and laid his head on top of yours. His breathing started to calm as you and Pan breathed steadily.

I promise to keep you safe. Trunks thought. Even if I end up the same as our fallen friends.

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bones4thecats · 1 month ago

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↳ Fractured Confessions IV.

A Future! Trunks × Goku-Daughter! Reader × Obsessed! Zamasu.

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four (here). Five. Six. Seven I. Seven II.

This was made with my lovely new friend Tumblr friend; @looooochie!

This does have some trigger warnings; non-con physical affection (kissing), kidnapping, being chained up, and brainwashing.

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It was almost impossible to even move slightly in the grasp of the mint-green-colored kai. His fingers fug into your skin like needles when a wound is sewn shut to prevent bleeding. Except this time he was the needle and the wound was you leaving his side.

Your dark eyes, ones that matched your father's, gazed as he carried you towards his base of operations. Goku Black was not far behind him. It was unfortunate you were in this situation. But you would rather be in it than have Trunks or anyone else. You could take anything the two threw at you.

At least you think you could...

It had been around a half-hour before you were placed out of Zamasu's hold, and it was only to be allowed to stand on the wooden boards of the cabin's balcony.

Zamasu smirked, keeping your wrist in his hand as he walked, practically dragging you inside of the beautifully crafted building.

He kept bringing you inside until he stopped at a door with your name written on. Your fingers trembled as your knees buckled. He planned this whole thing from the start, you realized. He didn't grab me as an improvisation, but as a well-thought step in his plan.

"Don't worry, my beloved. You will be safe here; away from those disposable mortal scum below."

Your eyes narrowed and fists bunched as you glared at Zamasu and Black as they handed off a ankle shackle and shackles that encased your hands. Zamasu, noticing your readiness to fight back, motioned his head for Black to pin your down.

Black grabbed your hands, pinning them to the floor as you began to yell for them to let you go. The two stayed silent as they chained you up. Zamasu just watched blankly as he latched and locked the ankle shackle, and Black looked into your eyes coldly as he did the rest with your hands.

Once you were fulled locked, Black stood up and chuckled as you tried launching yourself at the two of them for an attack. But, due to the short length of the chains, you fell forward and onto the ground. A pained groan was released from your throat as your eyes began to water.

Zamasu bent down to your face, cupping the bottom of your chin to make you look at him. "Don't try anything. Those chains are energy-proof; no blast can get through them. It seems excessive, yes. But, believe me, beautiful, it is necessary."

Tears began to flow from your eyes, and sniffling came from you as Zamasu sighed and brushed some loose hair behind your ear.

"I'm truly sorry, but understand it is for the best."

Goku Black stiffened, eyes opening suddenly as he stared at the hallway with an upset expression. You couldn't even look at him for long before you completely broke down.

"Zamasu, we must leave."

"Why is that?" He asked, his hand still on the side of your face in a dark attempt of comfort.

"I'm sensing something. Might be the remaining citizens trying to find us."

"You can handle them yourselves. I'll stay here to keep an eye on our love."

Goku Black rolled his head, tilting his head back as he did so. Pathetic feelings. He thought. If he lets her into his heart so deeply, who knows what she can get him to do.

"Whatever." He voiced, flying off to who knows where.

"...Why?" You asked.

Zamasu looked at you, who was seated on the chair with a low expression. It had been a while; days, months? You could hardly tell anymore. Zamasu and Black never really let you see anything that could tell you the time. From your days in the dark room, you never knew how many hours passed.

The kai's grey eyes slightly widened in response, "What do you mean 'why?'"

"Why take me? What use am I to you and your plan?"

Foolish mortal. Zamasu thought. How has she not caught on to what my feelings are to her?

"You are of a lot of use to me." He said, standing. "I'm sure you remember of the first time we met; in Universe 10 with your father, the angel, and destroyer."

Your eyes watched as he laid his book down and kneeled in front of you, eyes staring into your own like the first day he brought you here. "When I first caught sight of you, I will admit, I did not find you to be that welcoming. It was only after the duel with your father that my heart began to pace like a bird's wings flapping in the air."

"Your eyes; intense yet gentle. Your smile; tight yet tender. Your skin; full yet as silky as velvet itself. The complexity of you enthralled me. You were both harsh and soft, like a coin. As a kai, I don't come across many beings with such a uniqueness as yourself."

As the kai spoke, his eyes softened and darkened; like how he was describing you. It somehow felt like he was describing himself as much as yourself.

When you first met him; he seemed uptight. Which, with the information you've learned first hand and gained from people's mouths, you could see that being true wholeheartedly. He held himself in such a high regard that even when proposing his 'affections' for you, he would he inserting his own description in every now and then.

Grasping your metal-covered hands, Zamasu's eyes continued to darken. It was as if his pupils had become hearts, oozing not with love, but with obsession as he spoke.

"After seeing how gentle you were with your niece... I knew then; you were meant to be mine."

What if the absolute hell is wrong with this guy's brain?! Does he have some parts missing or something?! You screamed inside, body tensing as he reached to wrap a hand around the back of your head.

You could feel his fingertips digging slightly into your skull. You could feel his palm pushing you towards his face. Fear pushed through your mind as he closed his eyes softly and pushed his lips out in a motion you had only been given by your parents on the forehead.

Then your lips came together.

Zamasu hummed gleefully and strongly, his left hand moving up to wrap around your waist. This was something he wanted... but not something you wanted.

It lasted at a max twenty seconds before he pulled away. Licking his lips and grazing yours with his right hand that held your head during the action, Zamasu smirked.

"Do you feel that, my dearest?"

Feel what? You asked in thoughts; not wanting to give your captor the pleasure of hearing your voice.

"It's the feeling of a new bond replacing the one your family left."

"They didn't leave me..." You mumbled.

"Oh I beg to differ. Have you seen them? Felt their energy? I certainly haven't."

Grabbing your face forcefully, both hands on the sides of your face, gripping it with the strength of a man trying to destroy a rock bare-handed, Zamasu stared at you blankly; no emotions in his eyes as he spoke.

"Face it, lovely; they don't care about you."

"But I do."

A mixture of cries were heard inside of the Capsule Corps building. Behind the noises were four men.

Goku was crying; he had just lost his daughter... to the hands of the being he was trying to protect her from.

Vegeta was angry; how could he have not stopped that bastard from grabbing you?! He failed you.

Gohan was sobbing; why didn't he go to make sure you were fine? How could he have let you go without making sure you had everything to protect yourself?!

But nobody was worse than Trunks.

Sitting on the couch, he bawled worse than any of them. But, he didn't make a sound. The tears fell from his face as he laid there straight-faced.

It didn't feel real. You had to have been messing with them; you did gain a thing for making dark jokes after the whole Goku Black and Zamasu incident. But for some reason, this didn't feel like a joke. No, this felt... real. Too real.

Peaking in from the hallway, the six children all looked down for the grown-version of their friend.

"You should go talk to him." Goten said.

"I... don't think any of us three are suited for this kind of... scenario." Mai said, motioning with her hands to herself, Pilaf, and Shu.

Pilaf and Shu nodded in agreement, the ball on Pilaf's hat moved as he nodded while Shu's ears did the same.

"Come on, guys! Future Trunks looks so down! Maybe it's because Mai's not with him!"

"It's not because of Mai." A voice said.

Turning around, the kids all caught sight of a taller individual. His hair pushed up while his eyes stayed firm and calm despite the situation.

"What do you mean, Whis?"

"What he means is that that boy isn't crying over you." Beerus spoke, pointing a clawed finger at the present-version of Mai. His finger then moved to point towards the little-you. "He's crying over you."

"M-me?!" You asked, pointing to yourself for clarification.

Whis and Beerus nodded, their bodies staying normally relaxed as they looked through the door as well at Trunks.

"Yep, definitely you."

"Does that mean I need to talk to him...? What if I mess things up and make him cry more?"

The present-Trunks laid a hand on your shoulder proudly, a smirk on his face. "Unlikely." Whis replied. "His emotions are already peaked. Specifically in the sadness area."

Your eyebrows furrowed in concern, looking at your friends. Each of them either smiled and nodded, or gave you a thumbs up. A silent saying to do what you could do to help the guy out.

You nodded and thanked the angel and destroyer, making sure to add Lord before Beerus like he enjoyed.

Turning around, you opened the door and closed it behind you, ready to cheer up the future version of your closest friend.

"Hey, Whis. Have you seen future Trunks or the little version of Goku?" Bulma asked.

Whis looked away from his staff, a happy smile on his face as he giggled. "I have. Come and see this."

Bulma, out of curiosity, walked away from her work and stared into the staff. The green sphere glowed as it shined with an image in the inside; a live one specifically.

Showing to the two adults was grown-up Trunks and you sitting side by side. Trunks was seemingly happier as he spoke while your eyes shimmered as you listened.

"What is he telling her?" Bulma questioned.

"He's been telling her stories about the future. One of them was how future she and Trunks fought off Black one time and saved a group of orphans from his blasts, with her taking a hit for them and Trunks patching them up while telling jokes. Quite cute if I do say so myself."

The blue-haired woman's eyes drifted back to the live-feed. She smiled gently; if only her present-time son and present-time you would actually see that that care for one another was just as strong then as it is seemingly years later.

You laid in the room once again, silence surrounding you as you looked coldly at the floor. Nothing really gave you the reason to let your eyes shine, nothing other than the memories that were now starting to blur.

It wasn't necessarily something that came from natural causes, more like it came from the constant words coming from Zamasu and Goku Black.

They had grown closer to you... much to your dislike.

Well... old dislike.

They were the only contact you had! How could you turn them away and risk flying into insanity?! It was the only logical answer in your cracked mindset.

Just then, Goku Black walked in the room. His hair was slightly pink-tinted at the ends, and his eyes were lined with the same pink. You wondered why, but your memories didn't come out as you tried harder and harder to remember why he looked like that now.

"Ah, you're back. Have you found anymore of them?" Zamasu asked, his book closing as he spoke.

"No. Still no sign of them."

Zamasu sighs, cheeks slightly pressed in as he frowned and looked at you. His eyes were the same as before; filled with obsession. But you failed to see that anymore.

"How disappointing."

Black sat down on the other side of you, pushing his hair back as he took a calming breath. Who were they looked for again? You wondered, eyes drooping slightly from loss of sleep.

"No matter, they'll show up eventually. For now, we can spend some time with our most generous love."

The two looked at one another and back at you. Black blinked and laid his head on your shoulder, brushing stray hair from the area so none poked his eye as he tried resting. "I'm fine with that." He replied.

Zamasu smiled, laid his book down, and joined you both. He guided your head onto his own shoulder and sighed contently.

This is what he always needed.

But this was not.

Looking around the destroyed city, Zamasu and Black had been fighting the now-returned fighters with all they had. It was during the fight they revealed the truth; Zamasu had made a wish and possessed Goku's body in the alternate timeline, while that timeline's future Zamasu allowed back to kill Gowasu, took his potara earrings, ruled as a Supreme Kai, and wished to become immortal.

Then they destroyed the Super Dragon Balls, preventing anyone from changing what they believed to be their destiny.

It was after pinning Goku to the wall that Zamasu and Black spoke about his family's fates at their hands. And while that alone angered Goku, what they said about their actions towards you angered him more.

"While the murder of your family was quite enjoyable for us," Black spoke. "The kidnapping of your precious second-born is far more pleasurable."

"What are you talking about?!" He yelled back.

"Let's just say," Zamasu leans in towards Goku's ear and whispers;

"Her lips are as soft as her personality~"

"YOU BASTARDS!"

Black's energy blade, which was once posed through Zamasu and Goku, was now broken. The energy soaring from the mortal surprised the two kais. Their eyes widened as they both though different things;

This power... it's incredible!

If he finds her... this power will be too much for us to handle!

"Dad!" Trunks yelled at Vegeta.

The Saiyan Prince snapped his head towards his son, yelling to ask what he wanted.

Trunks smashed a blast away with his sword and stared at his father with determination in his eyes like a true Saiyan warrior. Like how he wanted his son to look when fighting no matter what; winning or losing.

"You need to find her!"

"Trunks, you need assistance. You cannot fight against all of this alone!"

"He's not alone!" Mai yelled, shooting against the blasts with the remaining resistance behind her. "Rescue our friend!"

Vegeta, feeling his heart rate spike as he looked around to make sure everything was clear, nodded and soared off. His Super Saiyan Blue form leaving a trail behind him as he flew through the air towards what they knew to be the enemy's base of operations.

Landing against the wooden flooring that you did many days prior, Vegeta powered down to his base form. He busted the door down and ran around, looking for the girl he considered a daughter as much as Goku did.

He screamed your name, opening door after door, eyes trailing everywhere as he searched.

"Uncle...?" He heard faintly.

Grabbing the handle of the room he heard your voice from, Vegeta pulled it open, tearing the door off its hinges and towards the opposite side of the building full force.

Sighing happily, Vegeta ran towards you, wrapping you in his arms as he calmed down from his once-extreme adrenaline.

"Thank the Gods you're alright. They didn't do anything to you did they?" He asked as he looked at your confines.

Lifting the chains, Vegeta tried pulling them apart, but to no avail. He tried to blast them apart, only for the same result. What is wrong with these damn things?! He angrily wondered.

"Energy absorbing metals?" He remembered Bulma asking. "When they're wrapped around someone's hands or really any body part, it can subdue the energy used by the chained, or by anyone outside trying to break them." Whis exclaimed, his hands grazing against the chains they had found in the forest.

"These absorb energy used against them." He mumbled.

Reaching into pocket, Vegeta pulled out a bobby pin and a paper clip. He never believed he would need these, but he had to admit he was wrong right now.

It took a while, maybe around seven minutes, before Vegeta finally heard the chain's lock click and snap apart. His placed the bobby pin and paper clip back in his pocket and tore the shackles off of you.

Throwing them aside, Vegeta picked you up, seeing how physically weakened you were from a lack of any physical activity. How long have they been keeping you in such a state?

"Come on, it's okay." He said as he walked you outside of the room and towards the porch. Powering back up to Super Saiyan Blue, Vegeta flew off with you in his arms, securely keeping you form any harm.

"You're okay, small fry."

"I'll kill you, you sick son of a bitch!" You heard Trunks scream.

Opening your eyes slightly, you saw Trunks fighting Goku Black while Goku kept holding off Zamasu. He was tired, you could tell.

Your eyes shakily struggled to stay open against the noises and lights flashing around. But when you caught sight of a green body and a glowing pink one alongside, you pushed all your energy into your one hand and sent a blast towards the two.

Then it all went dark.

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