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"๐•Š๐•™๐•– ๐•ž๐•š๐•ค๐•ค๐•–๐•ค ๐•’ ๐•ก๐•๐•’๐•”๐•– ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•”๐•™ ๐••๐• ๐•–๐•ค ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ" ยปยป--โŸ--ยซยซ Y/n is a human girl who g... More

// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•  //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐•–๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•š๐•ง๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•Ÿ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•–๐•๐•ง๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•–๐•Ÿ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•–๐•Ÿ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ๐•–๐•–๐•Ÿ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•–๐•Ÿ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•–๐•Ÿ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•–๐•–๐•Ÿ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•–๐•–๐•Ÿ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐•–๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•—๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•—๐•š๐•ง๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•  //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐•–๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•—๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•—๐•š๐•ง๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•  //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐•–๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•—๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•—๐•š๐•ง๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ๐•ช //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•  //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐•–๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•—๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•—๐•š๐•ง๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ๐•ฅ๐•ช //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•  //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐•–๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•—๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•—๐•š๐•ง๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•  //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐•–๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•—๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•—๐•š๐•ง๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•ช //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•  //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐•–๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•—๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•—๐•š๐•ง๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–//
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ช //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•  //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐•–๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•—๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•—๐•š๐•ง๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ช-๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ฃ๐•–๐••-๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ฃ๐•–๐••-๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•  //
// ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ฃ๐•–๐••-๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐•–๐•– //
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hiraeth - part twenty-two

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       It took Y/n some time to adjust to living in Capsule Corporation. She honestly still hadn't adjusted, but had gotten an idea of what to expect the night her father had dropped her off. Vegeta had no patience, and cared little for Y/n beyond stating that she had vast potential for a human. That was to be expected from a Saiyan. Trunks was similar to his father in that he didn't care for Y/n much, until Bulma had suggested they play video games together. Trunks found out that night that a bored insomniac was far greater than him at video games.

Once Trunks had rage quit and stomped away, off to his room, it was just Y/n and Bulma. Y/n sighed nervously, needing to speak to Bulma about her and Goku's plans. As Y/n turned to look at Bulma, Y/n received a harsh glare from Bulma.

"I can't believe you." Bulma said, practically seething. Y/n flinched, wondering what she had done now to anger Bulma. It seemed like Y/n was always upsetting people lately.

"What? What did I do now?" Y/n asked, almost annoyed that she had done something wrong again. Bulma's eyes widened, before she glowered at Y/n.

"Chi-Chi told me what you did. What were you thinking, kissing Goku!?" Bulma exclaimed, before going off on a tangent about how she expected better of Y/n. Y/n could only raise a brow in confusion, trying to recall such an action. But Y/n had never done such a thing, she held herself to a higher esteem than that.

"I never kissed Goku. Chi-Chi hates me, and I don't even know why. She found out I had gotten kicked out of my house a while back, and she's been rude to me ever since." Y/n crossed her arms, huffing in annoyance. Although she was more sad than anything. Even Bulma was turning against her now. Bulma frowned, her arms falling to her sides as she tilted her head in confusion.

"You were kicked out? Why?" Bulma questioned. Y/n sighed, covering her eyes as she attempted to hide her out of control emotions. Unknown to either of them, Y/n's eye color rapidly shifted between e/c and black, especially the more she began to panic, her eyes watering.

"My dad misunderstood my friendships with Goku and Gohan. He's overprotective, and thought I was being a whore. I got mad and rebelled, but all I did was go to their house. He freaked out and just... kicked me out. We've smoothed things over, but... Everyone keeps assuming I have something with them. I can't even be friends with a boy without someone assuming something. I honestly feel bad for being in their lives now..." Y/n explained. She took a shaky breath, trying to calm herself down. "Sorry, I don't mean to dump my problems on you when I'm just a guest. It's just frustrating..."

"You and Gohan aren't a thing?" Bulma asked in confusion. She could've sworn they were. Shaking her head, she brought herself back to the original subject, sighing. "I'm sorry. I should've known better. Chi-Chi's always been like that, being possessive and manipulative. She went around telling everyone you kissed Goku without permission. I guess it was just easy to believe seeing as how you two were close, even when you'd just met. You two just clicked perfectly."

Y/n smiled at that. Bulma wasn't wrong about that. Even though it wasn't their true first meeting, Y/n didn't hesitate to dance with Goku the night of the dance. She always got along with him, they'd never fought. She didn't even get along with Gohan as well as her and Goku did. 

But perhaps that was the problem. It seemed like everyone was against their friendship. Y/n was beginning to second guess their friendship, thinking it was for the best that Y/n didn't see him anymore. She swallowed nervously, covering her face again as she felt the waterworks coming.

"I guess I should stop hanging out with Goku. It's just hard... He's my friend. H-He was going to help me..." Y/n paused, unsure if she should say anything now. Maybe she should just give up on her wish. Bulma furrowed her brows, intrigued.

"Help with what?" She asked. Y/n was silent for a moment, before sniffing.

"Help me make a wish. I want to get my memories back, but Gohan wouldn't be willing to help me with that. Goku was though, he was going to come by tomorrow, and we'd leave to make my wish." Y/n sighed, pressing her face into her palms, trying to hold back her tears. "Will you tell him he doesn't need to worry about it anymore? I don't want to be a bother for him anymore."

Bulma felt a pang of guilt in her heart at the sight of the girl breaking down before her. Y/n felt so guilty for being friends with Goku. She felt as though she was a burden to him now, causing too many problems. She sighed, running her fingers through her short hair.

"Y/n, you don't need to give up on your wish. You should go if you want it that bad. Don't let others bring you down. I'll give you the Dragon Radar, and handle your sponsorship until you get back. I'm sorry I made you feel bad about your friendship." Bulma apologized. Y/n sniffed, pulling her hands back as she sighed, her eyes puffy as she refused to cry.

"It's okay, it's not your fault. I'm not really sure I want to go anymore though." Y/n said as she stood up. "I'm gonna go to bed, my head hurts. Goodnight, Bulma."

Bulma watched the girl walk away, sighing. She understood that Goku and Y/n had a strong bond, but it truly was quite easy to misunderstand, especially with Chi-Chi running around spreading rumors based on conjecture. It seemed that everyone but Goku was aware of their odd relationship, which wasn't surprising. Goku was extremely pure and neutral, and knew nothing of social standards for the longest time. He would be the very last person to question their friendship. Bulma had no idea that Goku was in fact the first person to question it, but for the wrong reasons.

Goku shook nervously with excitement as he showed up to Bulma's the next day. Y/n's unique energy was easy to focus on as he transmissioned right to her side. Y/n yelped in surprise as she nearly flung her plate of eggs onto Goku. Goku stopped her in her place, holding her arms tightly with a grin.

"Good morning, Y/n!" Goku greeted happily. He looked down at her plate, before licking his lips. "Hey, great timing, thanks!" He snatched the plate up, walking away. Y/n stood there, baffled, before sighing. It would be difficult to avoid being friends with him.

Following Goku to the table, Y/n gave Bulma a nervous look. Bulma looked up from her plate, perking up as she was surprised to see the saiyan. Though she should've known to stop being surprised by Goku's sudden presence, especially since both of his best friends were now living with her.

"Goku! What are you doing here?" Bulma asked, although she already had an idea. Goku sat down, immediately stuffing his face with Y/n's food.

"I'm here for the Dragon Radar! You wouldn't mind letting us borrow it for a bit, right?" Goku asked. Before Bulma could speak, Y/n cleared her throat, catching Goku's attention.

"A-Actually, Goku, you don't need to worry about that anymore." She said. Goku looked up at her in confusion, raising a brow. He'd learned to tell when Y/n was upset, and he didn't want to let it get to the extreme. He was worried that something could've been wrong with her emotions, or her eyes.

"Why not? I'm happy to take you!" Goku stood up, making their heights even more uneven, as Y/n barely reached his chin. She huffed, avoiding looking at him, trying to control her emotions.

"I know, but I don't want to go anymore." Y/n said. Goku frowned, squeezing his fists, before reaching out for her. Y/n immediately knew what he was trying to do, staying out of his reach. "Goku, stop, I don't like it when you hear my thoughts, it's weird!"

Y/n felt embarrassed as she backed up, trying to dodge the persistent saiyan. Bulma and her family just watched in confusion as Goku chased Y/n, going so far as to teleport directly in front of her. Y/n ran into his chest with a thump, Goku squeezing her into a hug. Goku smiled down at her, before turning his attention back to Bulma.

"So, can we borrow the radar? We should be leaving as soon as possible, I think Gohan was trying to follow me." Goku said, surprising Y/n. Gohan had been clingy lately, especially when Goku was around. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out Gohan was jealous, but it still threw Y/n off how Gohan was basically fighting his dad over Y/n. And Goku wasn't even interested in Y/n, as far as she knew.

"Sure, it's in my lab. Good luck, you two." Bulma waved to Y/n, who simply frowned. Y/n wanted to fight harder, but this was Bulma and Goku we're talking about. One was Y/n's only way of achieving her dreams, and the other was quite possibly one of the strongest people to ever exist. There just was no fighting them. Just before Goku could leave, Bulma suddenly remembered something, calling out to them. "Oh, but be back in a week, I wanna use one of the wishes for my birthday!"

"No problem, Bulma. See ya!" Goku waved goodbye, Y/n completely obscured by his body as he led her away.

As Goku dragged Y/n away, Bulma and her family watched in both confusion and intrigue. Bulma sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. While Bulma loved Y/n and was happy to take her into her home, she was also difficult. She seemed to have insecurity issues, as well as failing to get along with most of Goku's friends and family. But Bulma would try to support Y/n as much as possible, as she truly was a smart girl with tons of potential.

"I don't think I've ever seen a Saiyan that lovesick." Vegeta suddenly said, surprising Bulma. A terrible feeling began to settle within Bulma as she too began to notice it. Maybe Y/n was unaware of it, but Goku had definitely grown fond of Y/n. Bulma had never seen Goku be so clingy and kind to anyone, not even his own wife, Chi-Chi. Bulma hadn't thought it was possible, but Goku may have fallen in love with Y/n, which could pose many problems. Such as his son or wife finding out. Bulma sighed, simply happy she didn't have to deal with any of it. She could only hope nothing bad came of this. Though it probably would.

Goku smiled as he happily pulled Y/n along, basically carrying her at that point as her face was pressed against his chest, and her feet dragged behind. Y/n had given up fighting or arguing, which was probably a bad idea, but what could she do? She couldn't even turn her head, let alone try to escape his steel grip.

"You know, you don't have to feel bad about being my friend. Chi-Chi's always been mean like that, just ignore her." Goku spoke up, not surprising Y/n that he had looked through her thoughts. She sighed deeply, practically going limp in his hold.

"Goku... I really don't think we can be friends anymore." Y/n said. Goku came to a halt, frowning. He pulled Y/n back, looking down into her e/c eyes. She looked heartbroken, she truly didn't want their friendship to end. Goku had always been the kindest to her, and showed her things she could never dream of in her wildest dreams. And her dreams got pretty weird.

"Of course we can. Y/n, I've become friends with people who were once trying to kill me. I'm not going to worry about what Chi-Chi says, and neither should you. I get that she's my wife, but she can't say who I can and can't be friends with. That's my decision to make, and I want to be friends with you." Goku pulled Y/n closer again, so he could hold her and feel her warmth, but also so she couldn't argue very much. He smiled as he pressed his face into her shoulder, his hand sliding down to grab her own. "Come on, just give me a week, I'll become your best friend."

Y/n sighed, giving up on trying. She wanted it just as much as Goku, if not more. She gave him a smile, nodding. "Okay, Goku, I'll try. I'm still a little scared, but... I want to be your friend."

"Right. Let's go get the Dragon Balls and make your wish!" Goku excitedly said as he took off practically running to Bulma's lab. Y/n yelped as she laughed, trying to keep up with him. It didn't take long before they found the radar, and took off on the nimbus in search for the first closest Dragon Ball. They had no idea that right as they left, a certain hybrid showed up to Capsule Corp. in search of Y/n.

Bulma was aware that Y/n was keeping her sponsorship a secret from Gohan so she could surprise him. Bulma was not, however, aware of her wish being a secret, or the fact that she was running off with Goku for the week.

"They'll be back for my birthday party, we're gonna use the Dragon Balls together." Bulma explained, failing to notice Gohan's shocked expression. Gohan clenched his fists, gritting his teeth together. What on Earth was his father thinking, running off with Y/n? Gohan was under the impression that he didn't have any time to spend with Y/n, and yet now she's running off with his dad for a week? For what?

"What kind of wish is that important?" Gohan asked, feeling like he was about to pop a blood vessel. All of his efforts to gain Y/n's affection could potentially go down the drain. Gohan had seen how affectionate and physical Goku got with Y/n. It felt like all of Gohan's instincts were telling him to tear everything in his path apart until he got to Y/n. Gohan tried to keep his saiyan side under wraps, but right now, he was struggling to even contain his wild energy.

"Oh... I guess Y/n somehow found out about you erasing her memories. She figured you wouldn't help her, so she asked for Goku's help. They're going to reverse your wish." Bulma answered. Gohan felt the winds get taken out of his sails from that, his energy immediately dropping as he felt guilty. How had she found out? When? Why didn't she say anything? His mind drifted back to his father, his anger rising once again. It was Goku, wasn't it? He was the only one who struggled to keep it a secret. Squeezing his fists tightly, Gohan turned away with a huff.

"Thanks, Bulma. See you in a week." Gohan said. Bulma waved nervously, confused by Gohan's sudden anger. Was she not supposed to say anything?

Goku hummed as he thought to himself, clicking the button on the top of the radar. It zoomed out, revealing the closest Dragon Ball, which was many miles away. The day was still fresh, with many hours ahead of them. At the speed they were going, it'd take much longer than a week to find all seven dragon balls.

"Hey, Y/n, hold on tight." Goku said, holding her close. Y/n squeezed tighter, closing her eyes as she buried her face in his gi. She suddenly felt herself jerk as the nimbus went significantly faster, causing her to yelp. Though Goku had been completely unfazed, and even a little disappointed that this was the nimbus's top speed. He was so much more used to ki based flight, which was far faster manyfold.

Despite the cold wind whipping against Y/n, she felt strangely warm against Goku. It could be attributed to his high energy level, but also because she had a massive blush across her face, realizing she had willingly pressed her face into his chest. She tried not to focus on it, telling herself that it didn't matter, and Goku was just making sure she was safe. He was married. It couldn't be anything like that. And besides, she was forming something with Gohan. It'd be wrong for her to be attracted to Goku.

Goku had built a habit of seeing into Y/n's thoughts of him every time he touched her. He liked watching her get nervous at the idea of liking him. Goku thought it was adorable how hard she fought her attraction to him. That is, until her mind switched to Gohan. Goku had no idea they were that close. He could almost immediately feel jealousy rumbling within him, making him frown.

"Y/n, are you gonna marry Gohan?" Goku asked. Y/n pulled back, surprised, as she looked up to his face, raising a brow.

"What? Where did you get that idea? I'm not even nineteen yet." Y/n spoke, chuckling. "I don't think I'll have time for marriage, at least not for a long time. I haven't even started university yet."

"Really? I got married when I was eighteen. I promised Chi-Chi I would marry her when I was a kid. But back then, I thought marriage was some kind of food. I honestly kind of regret it now." Goku scratched his cheek, smiling nervously. Chi-Chi was great and all, and Goku loved her food. But she was incredibly difficult to live with. In fact, Goku spent most of his time on his farm up until he'd met Y/n. His poor crops were probably dead now, and he'd have to start over.

"Y-You regret marrying Chi-Chi? But you had two kids with her." Y/n stated, beginning to feel a little bad for Chi-Chi. Surely Goku wasn't that kind of person, right? He didn't use Chi-Chi for his own personal pleasures, did he? Y/n was beginning to feel bad for Chi-Chi. Maybe she was just so in love with him that she looked past such glaring flaws. Goku huffed, frowning at Y/n's thoughts.

"It wasn't like that, meanie." Goku gave Y/n a small glare, confusing the girl until she realized he'd read her thoughts. "I didn't know how to make kids the first time. Chi-Chi did all the work. It was the same with Goten too, I just kind of let her have her way. She didn't seem to enjoy it, and she was always in pain. I didn't really understand it."

Goku still didn't entirely understand it. Why would Chi-Chi bother going through such a tiring and boring process, and then proceed to be perpetually tired and sick for nine months, only to give all of her time and energy raising a child over and over the same exact way? Even when they were broke, Chi-Chi was trying her absolute hardest to give Goten an even greater education than what Gohan got. Which, considering the brainiac Gohan was today, must've been intense. Goku would never understand why Chi-Chi was the way she was.

Y/n, on the other hand, felt both embarrassed over the conversation, and immensely bad for Goku. His first time had been wasted on someone who had little regard for him, and was only interested in raising children. Goku didn't even get to be a father most of the time, as when he wasn't dead or saving the world, Chi-Chi was nitpicking him so much and kicking him out of their house. Y/n felt as though Goku got the short end of the stick, getting such a wife. She was half tempted to tell him about divorce, but she didn't want to ruin Gohan's family. Goku seemed content with the way things were, and it was none of Y/n's business to mess that up.

Goku, who was listening closely to her thoughts, however, was now interested in just what a divorce was. Chi-Chi had threatened him with it before, but Goku had no idea what it was. Perhaps he should've taken her up on the offer.

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