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Goku and Chichi’s Relationship

”Chichi does nothing but yell and nag.” “Goku married Chichi without fully knowing what he was getting into.” “Goku is henpecked.” “Goku does not have romantic feelings for Chichi.” “Goku sees Chichi as just another companion.”

And so on and so forth. These are things I usually hear people say about GoChi. And you know what, I don’t understand.

The reason I fell in love with the GoChi ship was because Dragon Ball ends with Goku knowing nothing about marriage, but when Dragon Ball Z comes along we see that despite his initial ignorance he manages to maintain a happy marriage. He had no idea what love was in DB, but in DBZ we see that he has grown to love Chichi.

When people bash GoChi, I always think about the part in the Cell Saga where Goku has just recovered from the heart virus. I’m not even talking about just the kiss; it’s everything. That’s the longest the series allows us to see Goku and Chichi together, so it’s the best window we have into their relationship. Plus, Goku has just escaped death at this point, and usually it is during moments like this that people are most honest about their feelings.

And what feelings do they show us? Let’s take a look at the following screenshots:

Goku smiles as Chichi hugs him. He apologizes for worrying her, then proceeds to swing her around. My favorite part is when Chichi tells him to cut it out but ends up enjoying it anyway. They laugh together like teenagers in love, then he accidentally throws her too high into the sky, but when he catches her, they just laugh it off.

I think this is basically a summary of how Goku and Chichi are as a couple. Goku does something silly or stupid, Chichi tries to tell him off, but then she gives in and ends up loving him all the more for his antics.

I think this is how they show affection to each other too. They’re not passionate or intense. They don’t go on candlelit dinners or profess undying love for each other through poetry. Instead, they play in the snow, run around in the rain, and laugh together doing simple sweet things in their simple sweet home in the mountain.

I think this scene also shows how Goku loves and treats Chichi differently from Krillin or Bulma or even his own sons. Have you ever seen Goku act this way around any other character? Case in point, when Goku ITs into the aircraft carrying his friends shortly after this scene, Krillin cries with joy and throws himself into Goku’s arms so fervently that they smash through the side of the aircraft. His reaction is just as powerful as Chichi’s, and yet Goku does not feel the urge to swing him around or do with him the same things he did with Chichi.

Next, is Goku actually a henpecked husband? Is Chichi actually an irrational nagger who cannot accept the kind of person her husband is? Let’s look at these screenshots:

LOOK AT THAT FROWN!

I have this belief that Goku isn’t as henpecked as he seems to be. I believe that he lets Chichi yell and nag because he’s a patient and generally peace-loving person. But here, when people’s lives are at stake and time is of the essence, Goku looks disapproving of Chichi’s stubbornness and looks about ready to argue.

I love this because it shows that Goku loves his strong-willed wife and so he lets her assume dominance in the relationship for the most part, but he also won’t just quietly submit to her when she’s being irrational.

But here’s what makes this even more wonderful:

Chichi reveals that she’s not irrational at all. And Chichi knows her husband well enough to know that she won’t win an argument about this anyway. Which makes me think that she and Goku do argue from time to time; they just don’t do it so publicly like Bulma and Vegeta.

Chichi also shows here that she, despite everything she usually yells about, believes in her husband and in the potential of their son. Goku appreciates this, and thanks her. He understands just how much courage it takes to accept this kind of fate for her family. Master Roshi realizes this too and thinks to himself that Chichi has “nerves of steel”, as befitting the wife of the strongest man on Earth.

Then they just gaze at each other lovingly for a while:

And when it’s time to go, they share a kiss. They kiss for like seven seconds in front of Master Roshi.

If you think about it, contrary to popular portrayal in fanfiction, Goku and Chichi are usually not embarrassed to show their love in front of others.

We see more examples in the Buu Saga, when in front of their friends, Goku tells Chichi that he missed her, when Chichi throws herself into his arms as he is about to go back to the afterlife and he hugs her and holds her hand, and finally when Chichi cries against his chest as they are finally reunited at Kami’s Lookout and he tells her he loves her.

All this done in public, and neither of them act like it’s embarrassing. They treat it as if it were something natural.

Anyway, going back to this scene, the kiss they share here isn’t just a ‘routine’ kiss but something they both genuinely feel like sharing at that moment. How do I know?

Look at Goku’s face right after they kiss. His gaze lingers on her longer and he has this satisfied smile on his face.

And this next part just kills me. Goku goes all serious as he is about to IT away, but just before he disappears, he takes one last look at Chichi. And I’m like, WHOA GUYS, TOO MUCH LOVE, GIVE IT A REST.

But seriously, how can anyone say that he doesn’t love her the way a husband loves a wife?

#dragon ball

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Training Day (Gine’s Story) - Chapter 1 (page 1-2) (ENG)

A fanmade DBZ AU where if Gine joined Bardock’s team and she starts her first mission.

**reads left to right

(new pages coming soon)

#dragon ball

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False God

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PAIRING: Turles/Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Explicit sexual content, no plot. WARNINGS: NONCON/RAPE, dacryphilia, overstimulation WORDCOUNT: 3948

Summary: ‘This was a nightmare. It had to be.’ It was the only thing on your mind. You repeated that sentence like a mantra. Maybe you’ll wake up in your bed. Terrified, but in your bed, inside your house. On Earth.

Notes: I said I was gonna post a goku x reader next but I got confused. Apparently. I will post a gokuxreader next, I'm close to finishing up one soon hopefully. PLEASE READ THE WARNING before reading this. If you are uncomfortable reading noncon, do not even open this.

‘This was a nightmare. It had to be.’

It was the only thing on your mind. You repeated that sentence like a mantra. Maybe you’ll wake up in your bed. Terrified, but in your bed, inside your house. On Earth.

You were shoved inside a bedroom by your captor, and you stumbled upon it, trying not to fall face flat on the floor. Your hands were tied behind your back, keeping your balance was a challenge especially when the man who grabbed you seemed to care little if you walked or if he dragged you.

You tried not to look at him at all as he walked into the room, letting go of you. His appearance was still engraved in your mind however. He looked very much human, if it wasn’t for the tail he had, kept wrapped around waist. And under any other circumstance you would have thought he was handsome.

But not at that moment. He had descended from the sky, as if he was a god, a false god, and he had kidnapped you in the middle of the night and taken you into his spaceship, going to who knows where. You glared at him when his back was turned to you, as he took off his battle armor, boots and gloves, and sat by the bed.

“Come, girl,” He called for you with a wicked smile on his face, beckoning you with his hand.

There was no other choice and you knew it. You wouldn’t dare to run away, his men would catch you as soon as you left the bedroom. And staying in that room terrified you just as much. But you didn’t want to obey this brute of a man, and if he was going to harm you, you weren’t giving in that easily either.

You took a few steps, as slowly and carefully as you could, until you were at an arm’s reach. Obviously tired of you stalling, he forcefully grabbed your arm and pulled you to stand in front of him.

“You can call me Turles,” He said, stroking both of your arms as he eyed you up and down. “You should remember it, you’re gonna be screaming it in a few moments.”

Gulping, you tried to free yourself from his grip, but he only held onto you tighter.

“What’s your name, girl?”

You glared at him, pursing your lips, choosing to remain quiet.

“You won’t tell me, huh?”

Turles reached out his hand towards your face, caressing your cheek. You pulled away from his touch, turning your face to the other side, but he grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“Cute and feisty. I like that.”

He moved your face up and down and from side to side, like he was inspecting it before letting it go. You winced; his hold on your jaw might leave bruises.

When he grabbed at your shirt and ripped it off, you yelped, surprised, jumping backwards. He pulled you closer once more, making you stand in between his open legs, and ripped off your bra with just two fingers.

Your cheeks flushed under his intense gaze, and you closed your eyes. You weren’t exactly sure what to expect other than the obvious fact that he was going to have his way with you, but you prayed he did it quickly, because you had no hope of running away.

“Exquisite.”

His hands squeezed your waist, trailing upwards towards your chest, tracing the curves of your breasts. You gasped when one of his hands reached your neck and suddenly tugged you down towards him. He buried his nose on your neck, inhaling deeply, creating goosebumps all over your skin. You flinched when he suddenly licked under your ear before nibbling at the sensitive skin there.

Turles mouthed at your jaw before reaching your lips. He kissed you rather roughly, and you tried to pull away when his tongue caressed your lips, trying to pry your mouth open, but you didn’t relent. When his fingers pinched your nipple, you squealed, and he got to roam your mouth, licking at your tongue.

He didn’t linger on your lips for long, pulling away quickly to tug at your pants. You tried to clamp your thighs together to make his job of getting rid of your clothing harder, but he didn’t seem fazed at all by your actions, tugging them down in one move along with your panties.

You couldn’t help but shiver at that point. You knew what he was going to do to you and you tried to make it hard for him, but you couldn’t help the fear creeping in your head, making your whole body tremble, even your lips. You didn’t want to seem afraid, but Turles would obviously notice it, with his hands once again on your waist.

“Don’t be scared,” He said as if on cue, though his voice was cold and had no comfort in it. “I’ll be gentle. I know how fragile humans can be.”

You huffed. You didn’t expect anything from him, but his words didn’t help at all.

He chuckled, amused at your reaction, before he leaned in, pressing his lips to your stomach. He roamed almost every inch of skin available in front of him, kissing and nibbling all over your belly. You gasped when he suddenly bit at your hip, sucking on the spot right afterwards.

When his mouth reached your chest, you had to bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning. Despite the fact that you were terrified, you couldn’t deny that his touch was having an effect on your body, a warm knot forming in your lower abdomen, and you felt you were getting wet in an instant. Little noises escaped your lips when his hands started kneading at your butt, his lips encircling around one of your nipples and sucking on it. You couldn’t help the small yell that slid from your mouth when he suddenly bit at your breast. He hummed, staring up at you, pleased by your reaction.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Turles purred against your breast. “I can smell your arousal.”

You looked at him then with eyes like plates, and you were mortified when he laughed mockingly.

The next thing you knew was that you were thrown onto the bed, bouncing on it as Turles stood up, looming over your body. Grabbing your legs, he dragged you to the edge, his eyes gazing at you with nothing but lust in them. Not completely given up yet, you tried to roll over, squirming to get away. He laughed again, sardonically, at your futile attempt to escape, taking his time watching you before he grabbed you by your ankle. You tried to kick him with your free leg but it didn’t affect him at all, a wicked grin on his face as you attempted to hit his chest with your foot. He grasped your leg quickly, yanking you to the edge of the bed once more, turning you over so you were facing up again.

“I thought you were attractive before,” His eyes seemed hungrier when you looked back at him, and you gulped loudly. “But now you are making it hard for me to be gentle with you, girl.”

With his hands on the back of your knees, Turles folded and spread them over your body, exposing your sex to him. You whimpered, embarrassed and frustrated at your helplessness. His gaze was fixed on your core, and you witnessed his pupils dilating right in front of you.

“I knew you were having fun,” He commented, licking his lips. “You are soaking.”

Closing your eyes, you felt your face heat up at his words and under his gaze.

“Don’t act so coy, kitten,” He said, his hands sliding from your knees towards your thighs, “Enjoy yourself. I know I will.”

Turles kneeled down before you, his hands keeping your legs in place and squeezing your flesh. You looked at him then, fear and arousal bubbling up inside you. He was staring right back at you, with a knowing look, fully aware of what he was doing to you.

With his eyes still fixed on yours, Turles ran his tongue over your folds, all the way up to your clit. Your legs twitched, and you moaned loudly, your body reacting on instinct underneath him. He dragged his tongue over your entrance, slowly collecting your wetness before flicking it over your clit. Your legs jolted this time, and you gasped, throwing your head back, breaking eye contact with him.

The softness in his treatment ended there, and he started sliding his tongue over your folds almost forcefully. He ate you out like a man starved, holding tightly onto your tights, digging his fingers into your skin.

You couldn’t help the noises leaving your lips, moans and cries loudly filling the room with each move of his tongue. It was too much for you, he was keen in his intention, but you weren’t sure if that intention was making you orgasm or making you cry.

Turles was purposely sloppy, or so you thought by the wetness you felt dripping onto the mattress from your core and his mouth. He swirled his tongue firmly against your clit, not ceasing his moves for a minute, and you soon felt the warmth in your belly spreading through your body.

Before you could feel your climax, tears started forming in your eyes. Everything was too much, you were overwhelmed and his relentless onslaught on your core had you practically screaming. You wanted to ask him to give you a minute, to not be so rough, but your mind was still somehow clear enough to recall your decision to not beg or even talk to him.

When he latched onto your clit, sucking on it mercilessly, you knew you were done for. You cried out when your orgasm hit you, making your entire body shudder and your toes curl. You saw stars behind your lids, feeling tears stream down your cheeks. When he didn’t let up, not even after your climax washed over you, you started sobbing, feeling overstimulated, almost on the verge of passing out. He stopped then, looking up at you, not even remotely remorseful. He looked pleased with himself even, and you couldn’t help the anger you felt boiling up in your stomach. Turles dragged his tongue over you a couple of more times, slowly slurping on your release, making you yelp from overstimulation and your legs quiver.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” He said, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

Tired and slightly embarrassed at his words, you soon started to feel soreness in your arms from being tied up behind your back.

You glanced at him through your tears. His eyes were blown by desire as he discarded his clothes. You gasped when he sat you up with a hand gripped around your arm. You were suddenly face to face with his naked body, and your eyes immediately darted towards his cock, thick and already hard. You swallowed loudly; you didn’t mean to stare, you didn’t want to give this man any kind of satisfaction, but you were intimidated by his size.

“Time to return the favor, sweetheart.”

Recoiling instinctively, you knew you had no way out of that one. Turles put his hand in the back of your neck, and you backed out as hard as you could.

“Wait,” You said, the gears in your head turning at high speed. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow as you went on, “Let me do it my way.”

He was obviously amused at your reaction by the way he was looking at you, but still surprised you chose that moment to speak.

“So you can talk,” He snorted, his hand on your head threading through your hair. “Here I was thinking those cute noises were all the sounds I would get from you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, making him chuckle.

��You wanna do all the work? Suit yourself.” His hand on your head moved to your shoulder, pushing you closer but still giving you the chance to do as you pleased. “And don’t bite. Or I’ll stop being nice.”

Trying to summon up the courage to go through with that, you darted your tongue to lick at the head of his dick. He hummed approvingly, and you flattened your tongue on the slit, feeling encouraged.

You lapped at the tip, and you swore you heard him growl, low and deep, sending a shiver up your spine.

Not wanting to prolong the moment any further, you wrapped your lips around the head and sucked, swirling your tongue around him at the same time. You didn’t realize giving head without using your hands would be a challenge; you didn’t think you could fit all of him in, and you didn’t have your hands to aid you. But you were set on satisfying him enough so he would leave you alone afterwards. As unlikely as that seemed, you clinged onto that small silver lining.

Turles groaned when you slowly took more of him in, sliding up and down, preparing yourself to take him fully inside your mouth. Breathing as steadily as you could through your nose to try and relax your throat, you closed your eyes, taking a little more of him in this time. He was big and you had to pull back almost all the way out when you felt the gag reflex kick in. You tried again, feeling his hand on your shoulder tighten as you swallowed him once more, flattening your tongue on the underside.

“Enough teasing.”

His voice interrupted your job at hand, and you looked up at him, feeling nervous.

His hands worked their way on each side of your head, gripping it tightly. Turles shoved his cock almost the entire way in, and you couldn’t help but gag. He grunted before pulling out, and quickly pushed back into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat this time.

Tears pricked your eyes, and you closed them tightly as he began using your mouth. You felt powerless, everytime the head of his dick hit the back of your throat, you gagged, and by the groans slipping from his lips, that only seemed to turn him on more. You clenched your fists, still secured behind your back, automatically trying to break free from your restraints to pull away from that man, but to no avail. He was like an animal, completely feral and unhinged.

You moaned involuntarily around him when you felt something soft slid in between your legs, stroking your clit. You quickly realized it was his tail stimulating you. Turles growled, dark and loud, when you whimpered as he kept moving his cock in and out of your mouth. You soon tasted his precum all over your tongue. His breathing quickened as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. Through the fog in your mind, you could tell he was close, and you prayed he would come soon.

His dick started twitching in your mouth, and with a couple more thrusts, he came. He was all the way inside your throat, you had no choice but to swallow his load, trying not to choke as he kept your head pressed flush against his pelvis. When he pulled out, letting you go, his dick spurted the last streams of cum, landing on your chin and chest.

You didn’t attempt to hold back your disdain, especially at the fact that he had choked you, making you cough almost to the point of puking. It was then you noticed your entire face was wet, with tears, saliva and then his cum. The realization only made you spill more tears as you kept your head low, avoiding his gaze.

“Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” His voice was hoarse, as he took your head in his hands to make you look at him. You didn’t have enough strength to fight him. Turles smirked wickedly at the sight of your face, running his thumbs over your cheeks, wiping away your tears. His touch lacked any kind of gentleness, you knew he was doing it simply for his viewing pleasure. “You are a natural, babe.”

You winced at his words, which only made him chortle.

“Time for the main event.”

You shrieked when you were pushed face down on the bed. You turned to look at him, eyes widening when you saw he was hard again already. You squirmed, trying to break free from his hold of you, but his hands were on your hips in the blink of an eye, keeping you in place.

“You are an animal! Let go of me!”

“I admire the fire in you, girl,” Turles laughed cruelly at your weak attempt to get away. “It turns me on even more.”

You groaned angrily. Of course it did.

“You are sick!”

“I am.” He grinned, positioning himself over you. Still trying to free yourself from his grasp, his hands on you tightened. “Stop squirming. Or I might get confused and use your other hole.”

You froze, your breath getting caught in your throat at his threat. You didn’t know how much you could trust his words anymore, but you gave up, doing as he said.

“Good girl.”

His voice spilled lust, making your stomach drop. You buried your face in the sheets, trying to get rid of the cum on your chin, along with the remains of your tears. Your heart was beating abnormally fast, as if you were going to have a stroke. And apparently it was only going to get worse by the way his hands were sliding along your waist.

You turned your face to the side just when he gripped your hips, lifting them up, making you gasp. He grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing it roughly, and you had to hold back the groans threatening to escape from your lips.

Your body jolted when you felt him sink his teeth into one of your cheeks. You cried out; he had actually bit you hard. You couldn’t really see, but there had to be a mark for sure.

“That hurt…” You whimpered, trying to fight brand new tears welling up in your eyes.

“Sorry, girl,” Obviously not sorry, he ran a hand over his bite on your ass. “It only gets better from now on.”

The bed shifted behind you as Turles straddled your legs, placing himself over you. He ran his cock in between your cheeks, and you bit your lip, dreading his next moves.

You screamed, eyes opening wide, when he shoved his cock inside you without warning, filling you up to the brim. He didn’t even give you a second to adjust to the intrusion before he started thrusting into you at a harsh pace.

It was too much too suddenly, like almost everything that had transpired since you were forced into the room. Tears started flowing down your face and onto the bed as soon as he began moving, and you couldn’t help the sobs and whimpers spilling from your lips every time he slammed back into you.

Even through your anger and helplessness, you could still feel his dick stroking that spot inside you that sent shocks through your body. When he kept hitting it, you even started moaning through your tears, recognizing that familiar warmth pooling in your belly.

“You like that, huh?” He sneered, not giving up the unforgiving pace. “I knew you would like me, princess.”

Turles moved one of his hands towards your butt, kneading it and grabbing it as he moved in and out of you, his other hand grasping at your tied arms, pushing you back to meet his thrusts. He was vicious, relentless, not letting up for even a second, and you were soon overwhelmed, positive you were going to pass out right then and there.

His tail sneaked in between your legs from underneath once more, and your body shuddered when it started stroking your clit. You whined loudly, feeling so close to letting go already, the warm knot in your abdomen so close to bursting.

It only took a couple more thrusts, his dick roughly slamming into you once, twice, and you were done for, jaw going slack as you came. Your entire body spasmed and you saw stars behind your lids.

“Shit, that’s good,” He growled as his rhythm faltered when your climax made you clench around him.

Turles kept fucking you through your orgasm, making your body tensed as it prolonged your release. It soon was too much, and you started panting and sobbing, the pleasure turning into soreness.

Ache started setting into different parts of your body, specially between your legs, where his cock was still ramming into you. Your brain was practically putty by then, too far gone to comprehend how he could still go on like that after fucking your mouth. Your arms were practically screaming in pain from being tied up all the time in an unnatural position, and the fact that he was pulling at them to make your hips meet his thrusts was not helping. His tail was still rubbing your clit, and even though you were exhausted, you felt another orgasm growing back up steadily.

“You are not so innocent after all,” His hoarse voice spoke, as he let go of your backside to rest his arms on each side of your head, leaning over you, lips close to your ear. “You looked absolutely fucked up.”

You didn’t have it in you to reply, it even took you a while for his words to settle in. The only thing you registered in that moment were the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you, skin slapping against skin, and his groans, which seemed to be getting louder and more ragged. His rhythm also started to falter, unevenly speeding up. Turles was close to release, but so were you, and for the second time in minutes.

The previous climax had left you sensitive to his every move, and his tail’s constant strokes of your clit were like the last strain that tipped you over the edge again. You came with a stuttered moan, mind going blank and toes curling. Your body still shook even through the tired state you were in, and by the guttural groan Turles let out, he must have felt it.

He rammed into you hard and fast, hips snapping against your ass, as he found his release. He was pressed flush against you as he spilled his cum, dick throbbing inside your clenching walls. He rode out his orgasm, pumping into you until he was spent, making you shiver with aftershocks.

You were too overwhelmed when he pulled out, panting with your face buried in drenched sheets. You didn’t realize your hands had been fred until he turned you over, and the strain in your muscles started to subside.

Looking at him through half lidded eyes, you have lost the will to fight, at least for the time being. Turles looked worn out himself as well as he loomed over you, his arrogant smirk still on his lips. You wince when he leaned in to lick at some of the tears still on your face, and he firmly grabbed your chin to kiss you, his tongue licking at the roof of your mouth as you whined.

“I like you more than I imagine I would, girl,” He said, voice smooth, taking you a little by surprise. “I think I’m gonna keep you around.”

#dragon ball

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onyouraster · 1 month ago

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Your blog is a breath of fresh air for me ! there is not much blog on dragon ball x reader on tumblr, May I have a drabble with trunks + "girlfriend", please ?

Trunks + “Girlfriend”

If anyone actually took the chance to do a once-over on him, really studied his features and calculated the extent of his strange habits, they would’ve easily seen the true cause of his subdued behavior written all over his face.

Long fingers tapping absentmindedly against the table, a small smile graced Trunks’ features when the tell-tale buzzing of his phone indicated to him the receiving of a message, and, after shooting a glance at his surroundings and finding everyone else distracted, went about answering it discreetly on his lap.

Okay, it wasn’t like he was trying to hide it per se, but he wasn’t exactly willing to just blurt it out when his family—and to that extent the rest of the people in this room—had absolutely no concept of the societal norm and had the collective energy of a five year old on a sugar high when it came to meeting new people (sans his father and Piccolo).

The demi-saiyan chuckled at your response, eyes dimming just the slightest when a part of him dared to ask again, even when he already had the answer set firmly in his head: should he stop beating around the bush and just…present you to everyone while the world was still living in a time of peace?

Nah, he dismissed easily as he slipped his phone back in his pocket and gave a sarcastic remark to Goten’s innocent observation of Yamcha’s attempt at flirting with one of Capsule Corp’s servers…he’d like to keep you to himself for a little while longer.

#dragon ball

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onyouraster · 1 month ago

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Peaceful Paradise Interrupted

Type: One Shot

Gohan x Reader, Reader is the adopted daughter of Vegeta and Bulma

Summary: Your peace wasn't often challenged, but when someone came to earth to challenge your father and/or Goku, you end up more annoyed being in the middle of it than fearful.

Your life had settled into a routine, though after most of your childhood and adolescence, you weren't complaining. The structure gave you a peace of mind, minus the occasional extraterrestrial being hell-bent on revenge against your father or challenging Goku.

Those spats, at this rate, lasted a day at the most, an hour at the least. You hardly ever knew of them until after the issues were resolved.

Safe to say you enjoyed your peace, you enjoyed your routine, you enjoyed everything your life had become. Minus this.

The barrel of some weird, foreign gun looking at you had become your new common view. The alien man who had broken into your home, looking for one of the several (like five) Saiyan life forms, only to find you lazing around in your pajamas while attempting to finish some paper due for some class you were beginning to hate.

You craned your neck to peer around at him, studying him as he spoke into whatever communicator his people used, before speaking up, more annoyed than anything, "You realize how stupid this is right?"

He blanched, taken aback by the calm demeanor in which you spoke. He barked some orders before turning his full attention towards you, "Excuse me?"

You shrugged, "This was dumb of you to do." Your legs were beginning to cramp up under you, and you were at least grateful you had worn longer pants, "Haven't you even heard of what happens to people who come to earth looking for a fight?"

He sneered, "They end up choosing life forms far beneath them, yes, little lady, I've heard the stories."

Rude. "I'm just saying - "

"You are not the one I'm after."

"I kind of figured," He narrowed his eyes at you, pressing the gun closer towards your face, "I can't imagine I did anything wrong enough to piss you off."

"Do you know of the Saiyans Vegeta and Kakarot?"

"Hard to not know them," Your voice was dry, and you knew that after the scolding your mother would unleash on you, she'd have some pride in how you were keeping your cool.

"My readings had indicated that they had been here, though upon arrival, I only found you. What is a weak, earthling like you doing around two of the most powerful beings on this planet?"

"Don't let them hear you say that, my father's ego is large enough already."

His eyebrow, or where you would assume an eyebrow would be, twitched, "Your- your father?"

You hummed, introducing yourself casually, before sending a sarcastic smile, "Vegeta's oldest."

"Your power levels are far too weak to be - "

"Adopted," You could feel the energy before anything else, the feeling of your hair standing up on end alerting you that your fiancé had gotten the emergency signal sent to his phone, "But, still."

You braced yourself, the door launching open with the sounds of splintered wood falling all around. Gohan was standing in the doorframe, hair still black, but eyes livid. You glanced at the shocked man before you, if Gohan didn't feel the need to power up than this guy was weak- what had he been hoping to do?

You watched as your fiancé smiled, something cold and dark, a look that was so foreign to see on him. It sent chills down even your spine, "Hi," The cheeriness was forced, "Honey you didn't tell me we had guests."

"Surprise visitors." You glanced sadly at the remnants of the front door as Gohan walked inside, you'd have to ask Goku to fix it again.

The energy coming off of your fiancé was beyond suffocating, and the blaster fell from where it had been pointed at you, trembling in the alien's hand.

"W- Who are you?"

"I should be the one asking you that considering you're in my house." Your fiancé's anger was getting harder to hide, the smile bordering bloodthirsty.

You flexed your hands from where they were bound, sighing, catching his attention, "Please don't destroy anymore of the house."

Gohan didn't look away from the man, who was frantically trying to contact some of his men. You assumed they had all scattered- and odds are some ended up coming across your father and Goku.

They might fare better than this man was about to.

"Of course," You blinked and he was across the room, grabbing the man by the front of his tunic, before lifting him up, the gun dropping to the floor.

"Let's take this outside, shall we?"

Just as quickly as he had gotten across the room, your fiancé had taken the offending man outside, the sounds of shouting growing muffled as they left your home.

You sighed to yourself, twisting further as you remembered the self-defense classes your mother made you take. It felt almost pointless at the time- who was stupid enough to do something to piss off your family? But as you managed to free your sore wrists, you were grateful.

By the time you moved on to untying your legs, Gohan strolled back in, not a hair out of place. He smiled at you, moving to crouch down in front of you, softly batting your hands away to undo the rest.

"Are you alright?"

He paused, laughing softly at the question.

"I should be asking you that," The rope fell, and he helped you stand, hands moving softly across you, feeling and searching for any indicators that he should go out and end that man.

"I'm alright," You smiled, "You got here just in time."

Gohan nodded, eyes falling shut, and he leaned down, forehead pressing against yours. You remained quiet, letting him process everything.

"I was so scared when you sent me that signal," He spoke quietly, eyebrows furrowing as if reliving the moment, "I wasn't sure what to expect. And dad and Vegeta were already dealing with their own stuff at the moment."

"He didn't hurt me," You reached forward, pulling your fiancé closer, allowing him to burrow into you as best he could, "I think he was more confused than anything to find a human here."

Gohan laughed, a wet sound from the back of his throat, "Right. Not the terrifying Saiyan legends he was expecting."

"Just a human college student who probably would have hit him with a frying pan had I been in the kitchen," You glanced at the dishes laying in the sink- had you been closer you definitely would have.

"I assume the others are taken care of?"

Gohan nodded, "Dad and Vegeta are on their way here - "

The sound of your name being shouted outside alerted you that more company had arrived, and the sounds of an engine being killed let you know your mother had arrived with them.

You watched as Goku made his way to the front entrance of your house, peering down curiously at the broken door, hand rubbing the back of his head, "Aw man, I feel like I just fixed - "

He was interrupted by your father barging by, snarling an, "Out of the way Kakarot", before he made his way inside. You saw your mother trailing close behind, eyes wide and worried, hand clutched to her chest. Goku had enough smarts to step out of the way, moving to stand where you saw your brother and Goten in the yard, the later of the two poking the unconscious assailant with a stick.

"Oh, my baby! Are you hurt?" Gohan stepped back, hands up in defense as you shot him a glare.

Your mothers arms wrapped around you tightly, your ribs wincing at the strength of her hold, "I'm fine mom, he didn't do - "

"And this is why I still think you and Gohan should have taken one of the homes near us!" She huffed as she let you go, arms resting on your shoulders as she glared at you, no malice behind her eyes, "My security would have ensured that that man never even looked at you - "

"She moves back in and Gohan can go home with Kakarot, everyone's happy," Your father snarked, arms crossed over his chest.

"Vegeta," Your mother turned to glare at him, arms never leaving their place around you, jerking you forward with her.

"To be fair dad he was the one who got here first," You rolled your eyes as your father pointedly ignored this remark.

"Still - with the damages done I think it's best if you two come stay at home for now!"

"Mom, it's literally just the front door - "

"Perfect!" She squeezed you tighter- a warning not to argue.

You glanced helplessly at your fiancé, who only shrugged in response. The man who more than likely stopped himself from killing moments ago, fell powerless in the face of your overprotective mother.

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God Superhero was so good to Gohan and Piccolo fuckers (ie me)

ʚ｡ﾟ☁︎｡ɞ｡ anon.i wuv u. i beseech thee to leave me your ideas.... please......

like. imagine reader x gohan during the saiyaman arc. going the total opposite direction of videl and instead of going on the hunt to discover his identiy, you are SWOONING over him like your first celebrity crush. gushing to your friends in class, "he's just so dreamy..." your friends making fun of you, "you don't even know what he looks like." and you so confidently, "i don't need to!" cue gohan so red with steam practically shooting out his ears ........................

asking gohan to train you because your walk from home to school is starting to get unsafe. he agrees, teaching you how to spar but it gets out of hand and way more intimate (pg, ofc they're chil'ren) and you start to pick up on his movements and wow... they're very similar to saiyaman... hm... what could it mean....

gohan taking you home to work on project together and you see goku and tease, "wow your dad's kind of a looker." and he immediately gets defensive, "YOU KNOW, PEOPLE SAY I LOOK JUST LIKE HIM WHEN HE WAS MY AGE" and you quirk a brow, "is that jealousy i hear???"

bro where did all this come from help

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I hope you don't mind, but the Gohan x Baby!Reader melted my heart with cuteness, you captured Gohan's character perfectly! Just make me want more 😂 I liked how you have the reader is more on the quiet side. Can you do a Gohan x Baby!Reader where Gohan introduces them to everyone (Goku, Krillin, etc), especially to Pan?

Gohan x Baby. Reader [Pt. 2]

This is the prequel to Part 1! Edit: Now you all know where the nickname "Sweet Pea" came from xD

Want more from me? Master List 2

Part 1: Here.

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My Precious One (DBS or Dragonball Super)

Warning: Fluff, D and H word (Vegeta is a poor example for the baby)

Everyone's been begging to meet you, Gohan finally caves.

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“Hey, Pan. Come meet your new sibling!” Videl encourages after the now oldest child lets go of her father.

The girl inches closer to her mother and the bundle in her arms.

Pan blinks for a moment in surprise, “Oh, hi, there.”

Your gaze at your sister, taking her in for a moment before your gaze drifts away, not quite strong enough to focus completely yet.

Pan frowns in worry, “Are the baby’s eyes okay?”

Videl giggles, “Mhm. The baby’s a newborn, the eye muscles have to get stronger. The vision has to get better, too.”

“Oh, so there’s nothing wrong?” she glanced back down at you.

“No, a perfectly healthy baby.”

Pan brushes a finger against your jaw, smiling when you grab at it in curiosity.

“Did you name the baby yet?”

Gohan approached them, joining his daughter in giving the baby affection, “We actually went with the name you thought of, Pan.”

Her eyes sparkled, “Really? You went with [Name]?”

“Why not? You were the most excited out of all of us,” he smiled.

Videl ruffled her hair, “And you made sure to take such good care of me.”

Gohan chuckled, “Yes, you did! ‘Mom, be careful with that, don’t hurt the baby!’”

“I wasn’t that bad!”

“You were a little worry wart, but it was adorable, don’t worry.”

Videl raised a brow, “You weren’t that much better than her, sweetheart.”

Pan tickled your chin, “[Name]’s really quiet for a baby.”

“Like father, like child.”

Gohan crossed his arms, hiding a grin, “Says you, you and Pan are practically clones.”

“But it’s okay…that just means it my job to protect [Name], right?” Pan grinned with determination.

Gohan nodded, “That’s right—Yeeeow!”

He cringed at his red finger, holding it in agony.

Videl could only laugh, “Guess [Name]’s telling you they can protect themselves, Gohan.”

“Clearly…”

Once everyone hears Videl is home, they’re all eager to meet you.

But Gohan wants to wait, until bright lights or loud sounds won’t affect you as strongly…because his family can be loud.

Mainly, Goku and his Father-in-law.

Really, those are the only people he’s worried about.

But Piccolo is the first to meet you before anyone else.

First, that’s his father-figure…and he already would babysit Pan, so you got added to the deal.

Which was a big deal for you, since this was the first alien being you would see that didn’t look like the average human.

But honestly, you were more curious than startled like Gohan worried you might be.

Piccolo immediately had a liking for you, he enjoyed that you were quiet. It gave him a little break from the wildness of Pan’s adventurous side as a girl fresh out of toddler-ville.

Even though, you had a few moments of randomly powering up, you never got reckless.

He didn’t mind when you would play with his ears or randomly grab up his fingers.

He made sure to be gentle so he never poked you with his nails. But the one time he did, you only jumped, rather than break into tears like he’d expected.

There was a worry something was wrong when you didn’t cry for much, but the doctor assured them you were healthy, the noise might have just startled you, so you avoided it.

But then you did cry for the first time.

Piccolo was playing with you while Pan napped.

He would never admit how soft he was for the two of you.

But then Gohan came back and Piccolo thought he’d go ahead and go.

But you didn’t take your game being interrupted so well.

You bawled, crying out for the Namekian.

Gohan blinked in surprise, while Piccolo sighed and picked you up.

Your crying quieted after a moment and you begun to mess with the hand sitting loosely on your stomach.

“Looks like [Name] really likes you Piccolo,” Gohan smiled.

“Yeah, I noticed.”

This promoted the crew to get a little offended.

“How come Piccolo’s already met [Name] tons of times but all we’ve seen are pictures?” Bulma complained.

“I’m your Mother for goodness sakes!” Chi-Chi reasoned.

Gohan rubbed his neck, “Mom, no offense, but you on your own aren’t the quietest person, let alone when you’re with dad…”

It went like this until you were hitting close to being three months old.

“Fine, I’ll bring [Name] by the next time we all meet up.”

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“Aw…my grandbaby…” Chi-Chi cooed.

“So cute, definitely will be getting spoiled,” Bulma giggled.

“The little one is pretty quiet,” 18 observed.

Krillin chuckled, “Just like the dad.”

“Vegeta, come see the baby,” Bulma quietly called over.

“We’ve already had an exchange,” he crossed his arms.

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Vegeta scrutinized you from the temporary crib you laid in.

“So, you’re the little infant everyone’s been going crazy over? You look like any other child I’ve seen.”

“[Name], is it? I suppose the name isn’t terrible. I personally would have given you a name suitable of a Saiyan, but to each his own. You are also human after all.”

Your eyes flutter open at the foreign voice, you seem to take him in with a tilt of your head.

He glares at you, “What? Think I’m not worthy enough to be in your presence?”

But you simply smile at him and make a noise that was giggle-like.

“You think an…adorable smile will deter me, Prince Vegeta? What is your angle here?”

You find your finger more convincing than his intimidation and decide to taste the weird thing.

“Who am I kidding? You’re putting a damn finger in your mouth—But that power level…”

He chuckled, “Oh, Gohan’s going have a hell of a time with you during the terrible two’s.”

He gently moved your finger from your mouth, “You’ll get sick from all the germs there. I’m doing you a favor.”

Then you take interest in his finger, grabbing it quicker than he can pull away.

“Impressive reaction time. Ow, hey! That isn’t very polite.”

You give him an innocent look, squeezing his thumb harder, giggling again at the yelp he produced.

“You little brat. Let go! You’re definitely Kakarot’s grandchild…”

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“I like having all my fingers. So, I will keep my distance,” he gazed at you with distrust, while you babbled.

Chi-Chi blinked in confusion with the others.

“Well, your loss,” Bulma shrugged.

Gohan shivered, “Don’t worry, I understand completely, Vegeta.”

Trunks quickly took your attention and Goten joined him, “Hey, hurry and get big so we can play together, okay?”

“Take your time. Trunks might be a little too rough—Ow!” Goten gripped his bicep.

“Hey, don’t ruin my rep with [Name] already, we just met,” Trunks pouted.

“Not so loud, boys.”

“Sorry…”

Then you met Tien, which you seemed to like, then Yamcha, which you found confusing.

He made so many strange faces, which left you unimpressed and confused as to which one was his.

But perhaps you weren’t used to him yet, so that was why.

Then you met your maternal grandfather.

Now, he…startled you.

He had a loud approach to you, so you ended up pouting.

“Dad, quiet, please.”

“Sorry, Honey-pumpkin…”

Then Goku arrived, “Hey, guys! Sorry, I’m late, I—”

“Shhh!”

“Tough crowd.”

“Goku, be quiet before your grandchild loses their hearing!” Chi-Chi whisper shouted.

“Oh, [Name]’s here?”

You titled you head in curiosity, his face looked familiar, then you looked across from you to your father.

You made whining sound as your gaze switched between them in confusion.

Goku smiled and came closer, “Hey, there. It’s nice to meet ya’ [Name].”

You reached out in curiosity, surely a man that looked like the man you were most familiar with couldn’t be too scary, right?

“Please don’t drop the baby, Goku…” Chi-Chi watched, on edge as Goku held you.

“Sheesh, have a little faith in me, hun.”

You decided to explore his hair first, surprisingly gentle for an infant.

“You like it, huh?” he blinked when your other hand ran down his face, “Curious one, aren’t you?”

You gripped his hair in one hand and his head in the other, climbing up his head, “Whoa! Careful.”

He reached his arms up, holding you securely, “[Name]’s strong Gohan. Like Pan.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed.”

“Maybe I should get to training, [Name].”

“You are not about to train our--practically three-month-old--grandchild how to fight! You already have Pan, let [Name] get an education first!” Chi-Chi protested.

Sitting on Goku’s head, you fold over, meeting his eyes upside down.

“Hi!” he gently tickles your sides, earning a hearty giggle from you.

You reach down, grabbing something from the collar of his Gi.

“Hm? Oh, I don’t think that’ll taste very good.”

“Goku, [Name] can’t eat food yet.”

He attempted to take the pea from you, surprised by your grip.

“Goodness--wants the pea more than I do.”

Goku finally took the pea from your fingers, soothing your whines for it.

“You can’t have it yet. Don’t worry, I’ll save it for you.”

“Dad, you can’t save a pea for that long.”

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BARDOCK FANS ARE YOU SEEING THIS RIGHT NOW???

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Dragon Ball Super Manga Ch. 77-80

When I first read this, I was pissed because I’m sick of Vegeta just knowing everything that happened to every Saiyan before they were wiped out. I mean, he was a kid back then, how would he know Goku’s dad?

Then I finally remembered Vegeta grew up with Goku’s brother, and it suddenly made sense.

Keep reading

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Misguided Hearts

Part Two Here: The Blind (No Longer) Leading the Blind

You didn’t consider yourself a jealous person by nature. That was a trait that had long been knocked out of you. When you were younger, almost too young to remember, you had been envious over the simplest of things. Good food at every meal, three meals a day, a warm bed during the winter, the kids at your school having friends and family.

Those feelings were so old they felt like dusty memories, your parents doing all they could to make sure you never had to deal with those feelings or memories again.

In their own way of course, your dad’s love languages were one you had to grow attuned to.

Jealousy was a green eyed monster you hadn’t felt in what felt like eons, so it was annoying for you to realize that the tight feeling in your chest was, in fact, jealousy.

Not that you’d ever admit it out loud.

No, you’d rather stick to glaring when no one was looking, and bottling up the anger and insecurities that festered in your mind.

You hadn’t realized, however, your glare had been turned upon your teacher, who thankfully was unaware of your stare. Your friends, however, were not.

Erasa’s hand waving in front of you brought your attention back, and you soon realized that everyone was filing out of the classroom. The blonde gave you a worried look, “Jeez you okay? I know class isn’t fun but you look like you wanna kill our teacher!”

You chuckled nervously, picking up your belongings, you and Erasa scurrying down the steps to get to the door, Gohan and Videl already waiting for you two, talking quietly amongst themselves.

“Just have a lot on my mind I suppose.” You mused, smiling as Gohan and Videl’s attention shifted to the two of you.

Gohan’s eyebrows furrowed at your statement, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, was just,” You pursed your lips, pretending to be mulling over your thoughts instead of coming up with a believable lie, “Thinking about a conversation mom and I had earlier. Some stuff about working for Capsule Corp after I graduate.”

“Hey that’s pretty cool!” Videl playfully punched your arm, “You and your mom are certified geniuses— you’ll rule over the science world as mother and daughter!”

Despite the still simmering jealousy, you couldn’t help but laugh at her quip, “Yeah, see what else we can shove in a capsul.”

Erasa gasped, “Do you think you can make me a portable makeup vanity?”

“I mean… I guess so?” The blonde beamed at you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders with a tight squeeze, “I’d have to run it by mom and see if she’d let me use her lab but—”

“I’ll wait as long as I have to for it! A personal build from you? Everyone will be jealous!”

It took you a moment, reeling from Erasa’s tight embrace, to notice that Gohan and Videl had trailed off behind you two, whispering quietly. Gohan’s face was bright red. You knew he was easier to fluster, but this was a level you hadn’t truly seen before. Videl looked amused but annoyed, a rare fond and soft look in her eyes.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” You kept your voice level, the simmering jealousy growing to a bubbling boil.

Erasa glanced behind you, pouting when she realized Videl wasn’t by her side again, “Probably something secret.” She sighed, “They’ve been hanging out a lot lately.”

“Oh?”

You glanced at the blonde who was staring wistfully at Videl, “Yeah. Gohan’s been putting a pause on our girl time! He doesn’t even paint her nails, look at them! They’re all chipped and peeling ‘cause she hadn’t been to mind in like a week!”

You hummed, seeing the moment the pair realized they were being watched, smiling sheepishly at the two of you, “Must be important, whatever they’re talking about.”

Erasa huffed, “Can’t be that important.”

But from the way Gohan’s blush had yet to die down as the walked back to you two, you had a gut feeling that wasn’t true.

“What about a capsul boba shop?”

“Erasa that’s not really a necessity?”

- - -

“What’s got you so down in the dumps?”

You lifted your head from where it had been buried in your pillows, bleerily looking over to your door. Your mother was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed with a soft, worried smile on her face. Huffing, you sat up on your bed, holding your plush dragon Gohan had won for you when you were younger. He said it reminded him of his dragon companion, Icarus, and you two had dubbed this one Daedalus.

“Nothing.”

She rolled her eyes, stepping into your room with a huff, “That’s a lie and we both know it.”

You didn’t respond, opting to flop backwards, falling onto your bed, glaring up at the ceiling.

“You know Trunks has even noticed you’ve been acting weird,” You felt the edge of your bed dip, your mom’s gentle hand shifting some stray hairs from your face, “I had to tell him he can’t just go fight random people at your school. He thinks you’re being bullied.”

Despite the negative cloud dampening your mood you couldn’t help but snort, “As if anyone there could bully me.”

“That’s right,” She grinned, “Me and your dad raised you too well to be picked on. You’d just kick all their asses.”

There was a lapse of silence over the two of you, your mom studying your features, you trying to figure out how to bring up your dilemma without creating a huge deal.

Finally you opted on a question, “Mom— did dad ever like… have interest in other women? Before you?”

She blinked, clearly not expecting a question like that to be shot her way, and she snorted, “Honey, despite a select few your father still can’t stand humans. It was hard enough to get him to look at me, no, he wasn’t interested in any other women. And his team before here was all men, and he doesn’t swing that way. We all had our thoughts with his obsession with Goku but…”

You just groaned, that was not that answer you had been hoping for. Your mother picked up on that.

“When I was dating Yamcha I had to deal with that,” She offered.

“Yeah well Yamcha thinks he’s some golden boy player,” You rolled your eyes, hugging Daedalus closer to you.

“You’re not wrong.” She paused, waiting for you to meet her gaze before asking, “Is this about Gohan?”

Your cheeks burned before you could even answer, eyes widening with embarrassment, “Mom!”

She started cackling, “Oh my— I was right!”

You sat up, hitting her side with the pillow you had been laying on, “Stop it— stop laughing at me!”

“Honey I’m not laughing at you!” She stopped your assault, “Chichi and I have been talking about this since the two of you became friends if I’m being honest.”

You wrinkled your nose, pout forming on your lips, “Yeah well… I think he’s into Videl.”

She blinked at you, head tilting curiously, “That’s Mr. Satan’s daughter, right?”

“Yeah. They’ve been hanging out a lot one on one lately. According to Erasa they’ve been getting lunch after school and studying together in the library.” You huffed, dramatically falling so your head was resting on your mother’s lap, “All those pre-date type activities high schoolers do.”

“Studying was not a pre-dating activity when I was in high school,” She muttered under her breath, and you glared up at her, “Right. Not helpful. Well— they could just be hanging out? As friends?”

“I mean— I guess. But Erasa seems to also think it’s something more.”

Your mom ran her fingers across your hair, a gentle motion she started doing when you were younger and would wake from nightmares. You felt the tension bleeding out of your body, shoulders untensing as she continued.

“It makes sense, doesn’t it? She’s Mr. Satan’s daughter. She’s all into fighting and sparring— she’s strong and she’s gorgeous.”

“You act like you’re not strong and gorgeous.”

You grumbled, cuddling into your mother, opting to not respond. She sighed, “I know these feelings suck right now, but I think you’re reading too much into it. Videl and Gohan just seem like really good friends.”

“Yeah, until them being good friends goes into more,” You said, empty venom in your voice.

“Why are you guys talking about Gohan and Videl?”

You both jumped, Trunks standing in your doorway, soda can in hand, eyeing you two curiously, “Are they bullying you?”

“No, they’re not bullying me.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, “You’d tell me if they were, right? I’d destroy them both!”

Your mom rolled her eyes, “You sound just like your father.”

Your little brother beamed, his intentions to beat up two of your friends forgotten.

“Besides,” You stood up with a smirk, ruffling your brothers hair as you moved out to the hall, “You’d lose.”

- - -

While your brother fighting your friends was off the table, him fighting your teacher was not. Of course the man had assigned pairs for this upcoming project, worth over half of your grades.

And of course you were paired with Gohan.

Videl had been paired with some girl you vaguely knew, Ryushin. She was sweet, and smart enough. Erasa had been paired up with one of the flirty jocks, so Videl had arranged for the four of them to work on their projects together. It made sense why, Videl was a very protective friend, she wanted to keep an eye on the blonde.

Which meant you and Gohan were by yourselves in your room, quietly working amongst yourselves.

“So I have a question.”

You raised an eyebrow, “I might have an answer.”

He placed his pen down, turning his attention to you, “Is Trunks mad at me?”

A laugh bubbled out of you before you could stop it, “What?”

“When your mom let me in, I’m used to Vegeta’s quips, I grew up with them, but Trunks started mimicking him.” You looked at him, baffled, “I was confused. Vegeta looked overjoyed. I think Bulma’s tearing into him for corrupting your brother honestly.”

“Oh, so that was the yelling,” You muttered, glancing towards the direction of the living area, “Not that I know of?”

Unless he was still thinking Gohan was the reason you’d been so upset lately.

Which wasn’t entirely untruthful.

He didn’t look fully convinced, but seemed ready to drop the topic. A few peaceful moments passed before he looked like he wanted to bring something else up. “So, I have some exciting news.”

“Oh?”

“The other day after class Videl and I were talking.”

You felt your throat suddenly go dry, blinking a few times, trying to regain to momentary lapse in cool you had felt. “About what?”

“Well, she,” He rubbed the back of his neck, “There was this new coffee shop that opened up nearby. We’ve passed it a few times, actually. The one with the pink umbrellas outside?”

“Oh yeah,” You nodded, remembering commenting about how cute it was, wanting to go there at some point after school.

“Right, well, she had the great idea of us going on a double date there!”

Oh.

You felt your heart shatter, a stammering feeling in your chest.

They were already dating?

Was that what they were talking about the other day? Maybe they were trying to figure out how to drop the bomb to you and Erasa. Worried the balance in your little group would shift.

Gohan seemed to grow nervous at your silence, and you forced yourself to smile at him, trying to convey as much happiness through the look as you could.

“I think that’d be so fun!”

He seemed relieved, “R- Really?”

You nodded, “I’ve been wanting to go there since I saw it, and it seems like a cute place for a date!”

The smile on his face was blinding, and the shakiness of his hands, the nervousness in his eyes disappeared quickly, “That’s— yeah! Yeah! I think that’s one reason Videl suggested it, you and Erasa and some others in our class have been talking about it, so it seemed perfect!”

You smiled, eyes falling down to your notebook, absentmindedly tapping your pen, “So, when should we go?”

“I know you’re doing a work study with your mom, and Videl’s been helping her dad at his dojo after school. We were thinking Saturday morning? They have some breakfast stuff there too, we’ve been looking over their menu.”

You nodded, mind reeling and heart hammering. It was taking all your will power not to start tearing up, fighting to keep a smile on your face, “Saturday is absolutely perfect.”

He smiled at you, his usual shy persona coming back for a moment, glancing down at his notebook before looking back up at you, “I’m so happy you agreed. I was so worried you wouldn’t.”

You hadn’t wanted to, honestly. Who was going to be your date? Was it one of Videl’s friends? Erasa’s friends? You’d rather not waste a Saturday with some stranger, watching as Videl and Gohan talked and flirted, while you seethed with jealousy and sadness.

But Gohan looked so happy you agreed.

He was probably nervous and needed support.

You could do that, you suppose.

“I’d do anything for you,” And that was the truth.

His cheeks tinged pink, a dopey smile on his face.

A/N: As much as I'm MIA from this blog, it's always in the back of my mind. I came up with this idea at like 1 a.m. last night. Requests are open if at any point anyone wishes to send one in. Lord knows I could use the brain power.

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