Dragon Ball if I was Goku

Reunion!

Chronica, still flipping through the manual, glanced up at her friend. She paused, her confident expression faltering as she took in Azmina's flushed face, her trembling hands, the irregular rise and fall of her chest.

Those might have been signs...

Chronica's eyebrows furrowed. Her gaze turned back to the screen, studying this Goku guy.

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At the tournament.

The world had gone silent. Not peaceful quiet, but the suffocating silence of hundreds of people holding their breath simultaneously, afraid that even breathing might draw the attention of the being descending from the storm.

Bulma, Mai, and Lunch stood huddled together near the preparation area entrance, their fashionable dresses soaked from the seawater rain, makeup running slightly from it. They'd been clinging to each other in terror as Piccolo charged his island-destroying attack, but now they stood frozen, still holding each other. Chi-Chi pressed close beside them, all four women united in primal fear.

They stared upward at the figure floating in the sky.

The being was terrifying in a way that transcended normal fear. His emerald eyes swept across the battlefield with an intensity that made looking directly at them feel dangerous, like staring at the sun. His face was set in an expression of cold fury barely restrained.

Those eyes continued their sweep, cataloging everything below with mechanical efficiency. For just a moment, one fleeting instant, they passed over their group.

The cold, penetrating gaze touched them.

Everyone twitched in terror, beads of sweat mixing with seawater on their faces. "He's gonna kill us!" Bulma whispered from the corner of her mouth, her voice barely audible.

All four girls trembled. But they weren't alone, the fighters felt it too. Yamcha, Krillin, Tien, Chaozu, all experienced warriors reduced to trembling by sheer presence alone.

For those who could sense ki, it was even worse. Kakarot remained on her knees, crushed under the pressure. Baba gripped her robe. The weight wasn't just overwhelming, it was suffocating, like being trapped under an ocean.

Piccolo stood with his devastating attack still held above his head, beads of sweat rolling down his temple. *You finally came!* he thought, his mind a mixture of terror and savage anticipation. *I was waiting for you... and I'm not disappointed!*

Mai stared at the descending figure, terror written across her features. Then, as those emerald eyes locked onto hers specifically, something shifted in that cold expression. Just for a heartbeat, barely visible, a hint of tenderness flickered across the emotionless face.

Mai noticed it. Her scared expression slowly transformed into curiosity, confusion cutting through her fear.

The being pivoted in mid-air to face them directly and began descending, his torn clothes rippling in the wind.

"He's coming toward us!" Chi-Chi whispered frantically. "We have to run!"

"Where?!" Bulma hissed back. "I'm paralyzed! I can't move!"

"I think I'm gonna pee myself," Lunch added, her voice cracking.

Krillin, Tien, and Yamcha dropped into combat stances, preparing to intercept despite the overwhelming odds. "L-let's go, guys!" Krillin said, trying to protect his friends even though he knows he has no chance, as he led them forward.

Before they could move, Kakarot's voice cut through the tension: "DON'T!" She struggled to lift her head under the crushing ki. "You'll get killed..."

"Imbeciles!" Piccolo spat, disgusted. "Learn your place!" The fact that they'd even consider challenging that monster was beneath contempt.