Dragon Ball if I was Goku

Morning light crept through the curtains.

Goku's eyes opened.

Warmth pressed against his back. An arm draped over his waist. Slow, even breathing against his shoulder blade.

Raditz.

She must have crawled in sometime before dawn. 

He let her sleep for another minute. Studying the weight of her against him. The way her fingers had curled into his shirt, clutching even in unconsciousness. The small, vulnerable sounds she made with each exhale.

The proud Saiyan elite.

Clinging to him like a child afraid of the dark.

"Wake up."

Raditz stirred. Mumbled something. Pressed closer.

"Raditz. Wake up"

Her eyes snapped open.

For a moment, confusion. Then awareness. Then horror.

She scrambled backward so fast she fell off the bed, hitting the floor. Her face was crimson, eyes wide, mouth opening and closing without sound.

"I- I didn't- this isn't-"

"You crawled into my bed in the middle of the night." Goku sat up, stretching casually.

Each word landed like a slap.

"I don't know why I- I wasn't thinking-"

"Clearly."

He stood. Walked past her without a glance.

"Get up. Wash your face. Meet me downstairs."

"I..." She was still on the floor, tangled in her own limbs. "Yes."

The dining room was chaos.

Nappi had somehow gotten pancake batter in her hair. Rori was arguing loudly with Bulla about whether energy blasts or scientific inventions were more useful. Hana was attempting to mediate while Mina hid behind her chair, overwhelmed by the noise.

The wives moved through the mayhem with practiced ease. Chi-Chi commanding the kitchen, Panchy serving plates, Bulma reading a tablet while absently feeding herself, Mai keeping Mina calm with gentle touches, Lunch arm-wrestling Rori for the syrup.

Goku entered and the energy shifted.

"PAPA!"

Rori abandoned her syrup quest immediately, launching herself at him. He caught her one-handed, tucking her under his arm like a football.

"Morning, monster."

"I'm not a monster, I'm a warrior!"

"You're a warrior with syrup on your face."

She licked her cheek proudly. "Battle scars."

Raditz appeared in the doorway.

She'd washed her face. Changed into fresh borrowed clothes, another too-small shirt, another pair of shorts that barely qualified as clothing. Her hair was still wild, her eyes still haunted by the night's events.

The room's warmth cooled slightly.

Chi-Chi's spatula paused mid-flip. Bulma's eyes narrowed over her tablet. Kakarot's shoulders tensed.

But Goku simply pointed to a chair next to him.

"Sit."

Raditz sat.