A/N: Back with a brand new story. Now, fair warning, because this chapter does contain a lemon (I'm hoping it's not too explicit for here), along with violence and swearing, which will be part of this story. Goku Black/Towa is an extremely rare pair and in a way, I'm hoping to change that, so fingers crossed this turns out well. Hope you all enjoy.

There was commotion within the castle.

A buzz of excitement and anticipation that hummed throughout the soldiers of the Time Breakers ever since news of Towa's return was released. She had been successful in her mission and it had put her in such high spirits that it spread through her soldiers like a virus, because she now had something that could give her the power she needed.

Or to be exact, someone.

It had not been an easy feat to accomplish and required absolute delicate timing for it to be successful, hence why Towa had to be the only one to take on the mission: she didn't trust any of her underlings to do it for her and as much as Mira was capable, he had been dismissive about her suggestion and she knew she couldn't send him; he'd jeopardise the mission just to satisfy his own ego and that would not do.

No, it had to be her and because it had been her, she triumphed where others would fail. Not many could say they escaped from the gates of oblivion by the skin of their teeth, but Towa made it look easy. And now, she had the opportunity to tap into some truly unimaginable power; power that would give her the edge she needed to achieve her goals and ascend to a whole new level than she dreamed possible.

There was, however, the matter of collecting that power. The specimen was heavily damaged and required an extensive amount of healing before she could even begin her experiments. A minor setback, but one that Towa was willing to be patient about. After all, he was of no use to her if he was weaker than a low-level Saiyan.

Nevertheless, she felt pride in her accomplishment and not even Mira's standoffishness could dent her elation.

"Oh, please don't be such a bad egg, my dear," Towa smirked at her creation. "Think of all the possibilities he has to offer us."

"Hn," was all Mira had to offer in reply.

Towa simply shrugged and decided to ignore him. As much as she wanted to keep admiring her prize (it seemed to have the added bonus of irritating Mira), she had other matters that required her attention.

"Let me know the second he is ready for processing," Towa requested of her head scientist.

"Yes, my lady," the Namekian acquiesced.

"Come, Mira, let's see what trouble we can stir up." Leaving her beloved laboratory, the pair soon arrived in the war room, where Time Breaker soldiers hurried about, carrying out orders and in the centre, two high-ranking demons watched events taking place on a giant screen. "What's the situation?" Towa asked.

Putine gave a small nod of acknowledgement at her boss' presence. "We have done as you requested and have various Time Breaker forces in the flow of history. As expected, the Time Patrol has arrived."

"No big deal," Towa commented lightly. "As long as they learn nothing of our secret, their interference means nothing to me. Keep them entertained; we don't want them to suspect anything."

"Of course, Towa."

"Good. Now, since everything seems to be under control," Towa said with a sly smirk towards Mira, "what do you say we…celebrate our recent success?" Putine suddenly felt uneasy, the oaf Gravy was oblivious to the innuendo and Mira…ignored his creator…Towa frowned. "Something wrong, Mira?"

"We don't need him," the Android finally growled.

"What makes you say that?" the witch questioned, trying to maintain patience with her creation. Sometimes his dour disposition was quite the turn-off. "Do you not understand the power he-?"

"I have all the power we need," Mira interrupted, clenching his fist. "My strength is enough and as I continue to get stronger-"

"It's artificial power," Towa cut in patiently. "Yes, you are powerful in your own right; unfortunately, we cannot use it, at least not for this endeavour. Don't worry, Mira, you are still essential-"

"He is a liability. There is a possibility that we cannot control him."

"I need to check on something," Putine muttered to no-one in particular, wanting to be far away from the lovers' quarrel and she snatched Gravy by his earlobe, dragging him away. "Come on, Gravy."

"Do you doubt my abilities?" Towa questioned her creation and the Android remained silent, showing off his teeth with a growl instead and he resumed his natural stance. "Mira, if I didn't know any better, I'd almost say you're…jealous of our catch."

"We don't need him," the Android reasserted.

Towa touched his cheek, turning his face towards her and he eventually looked at her. "My dear Mira, I understand your concern, but he can prove vital to us. You've never objected before, so why now? Do you feel threatened by him?" Again, the Android remained silent. "His power will be of great boon to us, especially for you. This is your chance to finally have the power you crave. Please be patient, my pet. You'll understand in the end."

"Fine," Mira heaved out. "I will follow your lead."

"Good boy," Towa patted his cheek fondly. She shot a look at the camera view of the laboratory, focused on her accomplishment, the being known through time as Goku Black, encased within a tank filled with rejuvenating liquid. A fine specimen of both Saiyan and Godly material, now hers to use at her whim. Towa smirked and she leaned in tantalising close to Mira's ear. "Now, about our celebration…"

-X-

Towa hummed pleasantly to herself, obviously in high spirits after her 'celebration'. This combined with the euphoria of capturing Goku Black to help supplement her goals put her in an extremely good mood. It felt like everything was slowly, but surely, coming together; all Towa needed now was time and as a witch capable of manipulating time, it meant that success was within her grasp.

"Is he ready?" Towa asked as she returned to her laboratory, eyes locked on the comatose Black. He truly was a remarkable specimen and she was ecstatic to have him in her possession. The potential she now had at her disposal was limitless.

"Yes, he is ready for processing," Putine reported. "We will start upon your word, mistress."

"Do it."

Putine nodded the affirmation and the head scientist approached the tank as the liquid was drained, leaving Black suspended by cables and the oxygen mask. He was still in a comatose state, which made it easier for the Namekian scientist to insert the Energy Absorbing Device. He stabbed it into Black's flank and the God twitched – the Namekian paled, holding his breath in fear, but when Black remained unconscious, he sighed and returned to his work. Almost immediately, the device was full, much to the scientist's surprise, although Towa simply smiled: she had expected this, confirming Black's potential and usefulness.

"Give it here," Towa commanded when the Namekian evacuated the tank and it was filled with the liquid again to keep Black comatose. He gave her the device and she smiled as she caressed a hand along its side, feeling the immense power contained within. "Beautiful."

Swift as a bat, she left the laboratory and made her way down the numerous flights of stairs to reach the castle's basement, where the next part of her goal waited. Mira stood to the side, arms crossed and stoic as ever, as Gravy finished tending to the body that lay upon the altar. Towa shot a glare at Mira for allowing the simple, brutish demon to prepare the finishing touches, but the Android simply grunted and shrugged, not giving her any reasons. Towa sighed and shooed Gravy away from the altar, before hesitantly approaching the body.

The body belonged to Mechikabura, a great and powerful demon of ancient times – and Towa's grandfather. Although it had been millennia since his death, his body had not decayed and even now, he appeared peaceful, dressed in red robes benefitting his former role. Towa could barely remember him and used to rely on her brother's memories of the former Demon Emperor; his immense power meant that Towa could finally achieve her dreams if she was successful in reviving him.

With Goku Black's power humming in her hands, she believed it was possible.

"Dark Father, I, your humble and loyal servant, endeavour you to return to us and guide us in our time of need," Towa chanted as she plunged the Device into the corpse. "Restore us to our former glory."

Black's energy bled into the carcass and there was an explosion of light due to the output of the power. Mechikabura's body jerked and twisted in response to the power flowing through the dead tissue and Towa had to literally battle against the wrenching body to keep the device inserted; as soon as it was empty, she ripped it away and stepped back to watch her handiwork come to life.

Mechikabura's body eventually stilled and the witch watched with trepidation, hoping her effort had paid off.

A minute passed and nothing happened.

Another minute passed. Still nothing

After five minutes, Towa let out a sigh, trying to suppress the disappointment welling up. She didn't see it as a major blow, simply a minor setback; clearly this idea didn't work out and she simply had to find another way to resurrect her grandfather, short of tracking down the Dragonballs. No doubt the Time Patrol had those magical artefacts under tight security or supervision.

"Well, that was a disappointing failure," Towa announced, trying to make light of the situation.

Mira grunted. "I told you…we don't need him. We should cast him back to where he came from. He will be nothing but trouble for us."

"I haven't even started working on him and you're already dismissing him. This was just a side project," Towa rounded on her creation. "What exactly is your problem? You know what, never mind. I'm suddenly not in the mood to hear your excuses."

Her experiment had failed and she was annoyed; the last thing she needed was Mira adding to it with his damned insecurity issues. The next time he had a routine check-up, she was getting rid of that stupid problem. It was not attractive.

Towa stormed into her laboratory, her annoyed musings having boiled over into thunderous thoughts. Putine noticed the murderous look in her eyes and wisely decided to keep her head down, although when the witch stood next to her, observing Goku Black, the sorceress wrestled with the desire to say something to calm her boss down: a furious Towa was dangerous to be around.

"The experiment didn't work?" Putine cautiously asked, testing the waters.

"What do you think?" Towa snapped. "And to add to my misery, Mira is being a petulant brat about Black. He thinks he's not worth the trouble; I will show that creation of mine that he's wrong."

"Well, to be honest, he does have a point," Putine stated. "Goku Black is unpredictable, not to mention that he is a former Supreme Kai; gods are not as easy to put under our control as other mortals, never mind the fact that it's currently impossible. In fact, there are some tantalising alternative options who could work better for us than Black…just in case it fails."

Towa side-eyed the aqua-haired demon. "I will make it work. I will make a god bow to me. Besides, Black is a lesser god; he is nothing like a God of Destruction, but if my experiments on him are successful, then there is a chance I could have even Beerus under my control."

"That…is quite ambitious. However, there is something I should tell you that I discovered about our latest project…I don't think you will like it too much."

"Putine, what is it?"

"Well…if you want to put him under our control…it won't be easy. I mean, I still need to run the final tests to make absolutely sure about my discovery, but…his brain…it's a mess."

"It doesn't matter, because it'll be a mess anyway once I'm through with him."

As Putine sighed in resignation, Towa resumed her gazing of Goku Black, still internally pleased that she had managed to snatch him in the last seconds of a dying universe, saving him from being erased from existence at Zeno's hands. It had taken a great deal of planning and timing and to pull it off successfully – Towa frowned at Black's naked body. "Did he…did he just move?"

-X-

Pain. Agony. Suffering.

Every nerve was on fire, screaming at him, torturing him. His mind was numb, memories echoing like a disjointed dream. Or a nightmare. Was he alive, dead or somewhere in between, lingering on some astral plane while his life flashed before him? He knew what Hell was like and even though this existence felt like it, his soul burning, somewhere in his subconscious told him he was not a resident.

Goku Black slowly drifted back into the realm of cognizance, his mind an agonisingly vibrant hive of activity as it tried processing what the fuck was going on and why his head hurt so damn much. In fact, his entire body ached, but the majority was based in his head…and around his heart for some reason. It was like his soul had been flayed, left shredded by whatever had happened to him –

-The image of an enraged Super Saiyan Trunks flashed, brandishing his sword and Black's eyes snapped open and he saw everything that was wrong.

Green, translucent liquid filled his vision and something covered his lower face, feeding him the oxygen he needed. He tried to move, but they were sluggish and it wasn't just from the liquid; various cables and wires were hooked into him, like he was some damn science experiment. The sight filled him with rage, murderous towards whoever put him in this situation and that's when he finally saw through the glass wall of his containment tank and spotted her: the blue-skinned she-devil.

He remembered her as the universe was dying around him at Zeno's hands. She had ensnared him with a hair's breadth of being obliterated, her self-assured smirk the standout feature as she snatched him away. A mortal…even worse…a demon.

The sight of her filled his veins with fury and he sought to escape his prison and deal with her – Black suddenly felt light-headed and the rage dulled in his body as it became exhausted, like he wanted to sleep for centuries – realising what the witch was doing, trying to gas him to sleep, Black wrestled against the drug clouding his mind and senses, a ki ball forming in his hand. He slammed it against the tank as hard as he could despite the opposing surroundings – the glass cracked.

"That is designed to contain him, right?" Towa asked, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. She did not want to imagine what would happen if he broke free. Damn Mira for his insightfulness.

"Yes, mistress," Putine replied, panicking while trying to contain the situation, as Black resorted to punching his chamber instead. "Don't worry, we have him under-"

Glass shattered, liquid spilled everywhere and Goku Black dropped free of the tank, shaky due to the sedatives, his fury working as a counter-agent and he straightened, his drenched body and feral smile making him look like a demented madman as he tore the wires away.

"Contain him," Towa said, backing away. "Contain him now!"

The Namekian scientist gagged and clutched at his split throat, purple blood gushing between his fingers. Black snarled and disembowelled a Time Breaker with a swift swipe of his Aura Slide. Alarms blared throughout the castle and Towa decided that a retreat would be wise until he could be contained, Putine retreating alongside her. Just as they left, a body was hurled out after them, followed by an explosion as the laboratory was engulfed in flames.

Black staggered out of the wrecked room, blood splattered across his bare body as he tried to track the witch who brought him here, bloodlust driving him in search of revenge. He could barely think rationally, his mind regressing to primal rage to fulfil the need for blood – a fist crashed into his jaw.

Black snarled, took one look at Gravy – and floored him with a knee to the gut.

The demon collapsed to the ground in a heap, his pitiful whine sounding like a balloon letting its air out – Black strode past him without a second look, intent on catching the witch…if Mira wasn't standing in his way. The Demon Android had his arms crossed; a look of disdain on his face as he sized up the buck-naked, bloodstained Saiyan.

"I knew Towa was wasting her time," he spoke. "Time to put you down for good."

Rage clouded Black's mind and he let out a feral snarl as he strode towards Mira – he didn't care who he was, he just knew the Android was in his way and he intended to remove him any way possible – he slashed with the Aura Slide, but Mira deflected the attempt with ease, almost casual-like – Black clocked him with a vicious left hook. Angered that he'd been struck due to his own carelessness, Mira responded in kind and Black was blasted across the hallway.

-X-

Towa came to a stop in a hallway in the lower section of the castle, alarms blaring around her as she heard the crashes of a battle raging above. She leaned against the wall, frustration and weariness burdening her: the effort she'd gone through in sparing Black from erasure was going to waste, given that Mira was battling him, no doubt with the intention to destroy him and coupled with the failure to revive her grandfather, it was safe to say she was brimming with infuriation. However, just because her current plans were falling apart didn't mean it was over; it was simply a mild setback that would put her on the path to success…she just hoped that Mira wouldn't ruin everything by killing Black; she still needed the Saiyan-Supreme Kai.

The castle stilled and Towa frowned, unable to hear the sounds of battle…did Mira finally stop Black's murderous rampage? Or did Black triumph over her creation? Her heart thudded with trepidation and she knew she had to find out the result.

Putine yelped when she was blasted by a Power Ball, slammed into the far wall and knocked out cold. Towa's heart thudded harder, as Black suddenly appeared before her, still with a deranged look; she swung her staff, but he smacked it from her hand and then he pinned her to the wall by her throat with one hand and raised the other towards her face with the Aura Slide activated.

Any second now and he would drive the ki blade home and spill her life all over the floor, but for some reason, Black stared at her, growling as he tilted her head from side to side, like he was sizing her up for something and she was unable to do anything but obverse, his strength too great for her.

What was he looking for? Why was he staring? Why hadn't he killed her yet? Not that she was upset; any delay to her death was welcomed, but the question still needed to be asked, given his killing spree. Why was he hesitating with her? Did he want something from her?

It didn't matter; her life hung in the balance and she was willing to do anything to survive. Desperate times call for desperate measures, so Towa did the only thing she could think of in that fraught moment: she grabbed his cock. Immediately, Black tensed, a shocked expression on his blood-smeared face as his body responded to her cool touch. His violent urges protested against the touch, wanting to plunge his ki blade into her throat, but other, long-lost instincts bubbled to the surface. Primal instincts and Black growled, feral-like and deep in his throat, his body angling closer to Towa…and she'd be lying if she said that growl didn't send tingles through her body to her loins, even though she was only touching him for her own survival, hoping to lull him into a less-violent mood and escape.

Where was her back-up to capture him? What happened to Mira?

He slammed the ki blade into the wall beside her head and while she flinched, Towa didn't dare stop her ministrations, questioning herself on how she'd gotten into this situation and how she would get out of it (and what in her right mind made her think that grabbing his junk was a good idea? How would that help her?), when Black pressed his body against hers, panting against her throat as his groin swelled within her grasp.

"What is this? What…are you…doing?" he managed to growl at her as she continued to caress him. It was the first sign of intelligence from him since his escape and he instinctively gyrated his hips, his swollen cock sliding in her palm, his breath hot on her neck. It was as if her touch had quelled the raging beast and awakened something else inside the man.

"I have no idea," Towa thought to herself as an answer, but she wasn't dead, so that was a plus, but now she was in a damn trickier situation, one she wasn't sure how to escape…except through one outcome – his mouth mashed against her and she was caught by surprise by the kiss. It was the complete opposite of soft and sweet – this was raw, speaking volumes of primal need and Towa couldn't help but reciprocate, despite her better judgement, as the kiss, even with its sloppy, raw need, ignited a raging fire in her system.

Lustful feelings ran rampant through the both of them and Towa was surprised to find herself responding to him, her body wanting more from him; the scent of her arousal struck Black's nose and it spurred him on, his hands pawing at her body. Towa gasped when her clothes ripped under his fingers, giving him access to her skin; his teeth nipped at her breasts, leaving faint marks behind as he finished shredding her outfit, leaving her bare before him.

Regardless of the fire that burned through her veins at his touch, Towa knew she had to nip this in the bud before it got any further (how much was too far, considering she was already naked like him?)…or before she gave in completely to her desires and hurled caution to the wind – she arched her back with a moan when his mouth closed around her nipple, teeth worrying the hard bud and her hands gripped his hair, guiding him further, wanting to give him more.

His instincts guided his hand between her legs, gliding through her wet lips and eliciting soft moans from the witch. Two fingers suddenly plunged inside her soaked core (which surprised the witch, signalling that she wanted more than she let on; the question had to be begged: did she?) and Towa let out a strangled groan; she wanted to feel more than just his fingers, but she knew that if she did that and gave in to the pleasure, she would be betraying Mira…Black's cock rubbed against her inner thigh, leaving a streak of pre-cum on her skin as he roughly fucked her with his fingers. She shut her eyes at the pleasure coursing through her and already, she could feel an orgasm start to build.

Black growled primal-like as her arousal assaulted his senses and without warning, he pulled his fingers from her – Towa groaned in despair from the loss – and he lined his heaving cock up to her opening and rammed it inside her. Towa's eyes nearly bulged out of her skull at the size of him filling her cavern, as he drove in to the hilt. She couldn't help the noises that escaped her – he was so thick inside her, she had never felt so full before and oh, the intense pleasure he brought out in her as he began his strokes. Every time Black bottomed out, he would brush against her clit, drawing ragged breaths from her, and he grabbed her thighs, holding her up and spreading her legs wide for easier penetration as he fucked her against the wall.

She had her hands on his sculpted, bloodied chest to steady herself, losing herself to the ecstasy their passion wrought. His fingers dug into her soft skin, but it was a pleasurable feeling and it wasn't like her nails weren't leaving scratches on his chest.

"Fuck…so good…you feel so fucking good…inside me," Towa panted, despite herself, despite the rational part of her screaming that what she was doing was completely wrong, that she was betraying Mira by letting Black defile her; his hips snapped against hers like a man possessed.

She shouldn't be feeling this good with someone other than Mira; she shouldn't be doing this at all, but damn! The way he moved, holding her in his strong arms, his cock driving deep inside her, her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hardened and rubbing upon his skin…it was awakening all kinds of burning desires in her and she didn't want it to end any time soon, her rational overtaken by her pleasure.

"Keep going…I want more…give me more, goddammit. Fuck me like you mean it."

It astonished her at the vulgarity escaping her lips and it was because of him: she never spoke like this with Mira.

Growls of desire were the only response she got, but she didn't care, not now, not with the flames of passion burning throughout her body.

He was like a beast as he pumped into her, his fingers leaving marks on her ass cheeks while he nipped at her throat; her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her orgasm struck, her body shaking against his as she cried out her pleasure, nails digging into the skin of his back; Black growled at the slight pain, the scent of her climax overwhelming him and he rutted into her, chasing his own climax. He grunted, the increase of his thrusts and his gasps of hot breath on her skin signalling his impending orgasm; Towa was too lost in her blissful aftermath to realise, blanketed by her pleasure…until he sank his teeth into her collarbone, marking her as his body tensed, nails biting into her skin as his climax swept through him and her eyes popped open in realisation and horror.

"No, no, no, no!" Towa thought in despair Black's cock pulsated and splattered her cervix with his cum. Hard jets of semen burst into her slick channel, painting her inner walls. "Not…inside…me…" she internally cried, even as her body betrayed her, clenching around Black's cock to milk him of every drop. "Not at this time…"

He panted against her skin, coming down from the crescendo, his body lax against hers as he withdrew from her and droplets of his essence fell to the floor. Towa's mind ran wild, her cunt full of his seed, her chest heaving as she tried to come to grips with what she'd just done: she had just fucked a god-like Saiyan in order to save her own skin, betraying Mira in the process and she struggled to think on what to do next; her thoughts were such a jumbled mess, she was having difficulty trying to settle on just one thought – Black stepped back from her, his primal need sated and now that the animalistic instinct was no longer driving him, his higher functions were returning and his eyes widened as if he had just realised what he'd done – he smashed into the far wall, courtesy of a punch from an enraged Mira.

"Mira?" Towa gasped, realising her nakedness, even though it was nothing new to Mira, but given what she'd done, she felt the need to cover herself up, especially since she was still recovering from her high, mixed with the severity of her actions.

God, she wanted to vomit.

Mira glanced at her, could smell the sex in the air and his fury broke its limits as he took in his defiled lover. With a roar, he turned towards Black and unleashed the Weekend, punching Black through the castle wall and outside to the desert ground. Mira stormed towards the open hole in chase of his foe, but Black was nowhere to be seen. Snarling in frustration, Mira turned back to Towa and his face softened as he saw her sitting on the floor, her arms wrapped around herself. His anger subsided, although that simply made the pain in his flank flare: even in a weak, feral state, Black was cunning and had exploited an opening in the fight to stab Mira, temporarily disabling him…if Mira had been swifter in recovering, Black would never have gotten his hands on Towa. He slowly approached her and reached out to her, but she flinched from him; he sighed dejectedly and he felt the urge to brutally murder Black – his flank burned as a reminder, but the pain would serve as motivation.

"He forced himself onto you, didn't he?" the Android questioned.

Towa remained quiet for a moment, contemplating her words, trying to figure out exactly how to explain this to her creation. "No…I started it, merely to save my life. He was going to kill me, Mira, so I ended up doing something I shouldn't have done…please forgive me."

"Let's get some clothes onto you," Mira said and he held out his hand again; this time, Towa took it and he scooped her into his arms to protect her nudity from everybody else who had no right to see her naked and he hurried towards their chambers.

-X-

Down in the basement, the corpse of Mechikabura convulsed once more, relaxed and then red eyes opened as the Demon Emperor sucked in rattling gulps of air for the first time in centuries, forcing his preserved lungs to finally work as life was restored to his body, heart beating once more.

He was alive. The Demon Emperor lived once more

-X-

Goku Black staggered across the desert, wind whipping his body, still smeared with blood and marked by his lustful encounter with Towa; indeed, the liquid of her lust was drying upon his privates, but that wasn't a concern at all; his priority was finding shelter and trying to figure out where he was. Memories were returning to him as he walked: he remembered sneering at Goku, Vegeta and Trunks right before he fused with Zamasu, but anything after that and before he woke up in Towa's laboratory was a complete blank. This world didn't even feel like the same timeline he tormented Trunks in, even though he could tell from the atmosphere that he was still on Earth.

Where the hell in history was he?

Too many questions charging through his mind and not enough answers did little to quell the pain bursting behind his eyes.

Did he really put his dick…into a demon?

God, the thought made him want to vomit.

Weariness overcame him, a feeling unknown to Black and he fell to his knees, gasping for breath as his chest ached and his head felt like it was going to explode. Finally, Black collapsed in the dirt and his eyes closing against the agonising assault and within seconds, he was out cold to the world.

A/N: Any good? Or could it be worked on better?