Dragon Ball Oneshots/Shorts

Belmod X Marcarita

A/n- dreamerforever777777     I hope you like it!! 

On a planet in Universe 11, the city was bustling with activity as usual, but high above in the pristine palace of the God of Destruction, Belmod, and his angel attendant, Marcarita, the atmosphere was serene and intimate. The grand chambers, usually filled with a sense of authority and power, now echoed with soft laughter and shared whispers.

Belmod, the ever-charismatic and flamboyant God of Destruction, reclined on a luxurious couch, his vibrant attire a stark contrast to the soft, warm glow of the room. Marcarita, with her calm and composed demeanor, sat beside him, her staff resting against the couch. Her serene smile and gentle eyes were a sight that Belmod cherished in their private moments together.

"It's not often we get moments like this," Belmod mused, reaching out to gently take Marcarita's hand. "Away from the duties and responsibilities."

Marcarita's smile widened slightly, her fingers intertwining with his. "Indeed, my Lord. It's a rare pleasure to simply enjoy each other's company."

Their relationship was a carefully guarded secret, hidden from the eyes of the multiverse, especially from the Grand Priest and the Zenos. The dynamic between a God of Destruction and his angel attendant was strictly professional, but over time, Belmod and Marcarita had found solace and love in each other's presence. It was a bond that transcended their roles and duties, a bond they cherished and protected.

As they enjoyed their quiet time together, a sudden chime echoed through the palace. It was the distinct sound of a call from the Grand Priest, a summons that could not be ignored. Belmod sighed, his expression shifting from relaxed to serious in an instant.

"Looks like duty calls," he said, reluctantly releasing Marcarita's hand.

Marcarita nodded, her professional demeanor returning as she stood up and retrieved her staff. "We mustn't keep the Grand Priest waiting."

With a wave of her staff, a holographic image of the Grand Priest appeared before them. His calm and all-knowing gaze fell upon the pair, and for a moment, Belmod felt a flicker of worry. Did he know about their secret?

"Belmod, Marcarita," the Grand Priest began, his voice as calm as ever. "The Zenos wish to speak with you regarding Universe 11's progress. Please be prepared to present your report."

Belmod nodded, his usual flamboyant smile in place. "Of course, Grand Priest. We shall be ready."

The image flickered and disappeared, leaving the two in silence once more. Belmod glanced at Marcarita, his expression softening. "Do you think he suspects anything?"

Marcarita shook her head, her serene smile returning. "The Grand Priest is perceptive, but he has given us no indication that he knows. We must continue to be cautious."

Belmod sighed, nodding in agreement. "Very well. Let's prepare for the call."

They spent the next few moments arranging the necessary information and discussing Universe 11's progress. Despite the interruption, the synergy between them was undeniable. Their professional rapport was flawless, a testament to their deep understanding and respect for each other.

When the time came, Marcarita activated the communication portal, and the Zenos' cheerful faces appeared. The twin gods, despite their childlike appearance, held immense power and authority. Belmod and Marcarita bowed respectfully.

"Hello, Zenos," Belmod greeted, his tone perfectly polite and respectful.

"Hello, Belmod! Hello, Marcarita!" the Zenos chimed in unison, their bright eyes curious. "Tell us about Universe 11!"

Belmod launched into the report, detailing the progress and achievements of their universe. Marcarita added insights and observations, their teamwork seamless. Throughout the conversation, they maintained their professionalism, careful to hide any indication of their personal relationship.

As the call concluded, the Zenos beamed with satisfaction. "Good job, Universe 11! Keep up the good work!"

With a final bow, Belmod and Marcarita ended the call. The moment the portal closed, they both relaxed, the tension melting away.

"That went well," Marcarita said, her smile returning.

Belmod nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Indeed. Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?"

Marcarita chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with affection. "I believe we were enjoying some rare quality time together."

Belmod reached out, pulling her close. "Then let's not waste any more time."

As they settled back into their comfortable embrace, the Grand Priest, in his distant realm, watched through a hidden scrying orb. A small, knowing smile played on his lips. He was aware of their secret, but he chose to remain silent, respecting the genuine bond they shared. After all, even gods and angels deserved a bit of happiness.

Back in their palace, Belmod and Marcarita basked in each other's presence, cherishing the moments of peace and love they could steal amidst their duties. Their relationship was a delicate balance, but it was a balance they maintained with care and devotion, knowing that their bond was worth every challenge they faced.