The fork clinked softly against the plate as I popped another bite of frosted cake into my mouth, letting the sugar melt slowly on my tongue. Sweet and perfect. I closed my eyes halfway, savouring every sensation, blocking out everything else for a moment.
Of course, I'd known they were there the instant they showed up. Two guys trying to hide in a place with almost zero hiding spots. Yeah, that's gotta be a challenge. But the bigger giveaway was the two absolutely massive power signatures compared to the local wildlife. Like comparing Goku's to Vegeta's hairline. such a massive difference.
They were crouched in the treeline like schoolboys caught doing something they shouldn't. Well, atleast Gohan was crouched. Goku… was sort of just there... being Goku. His hair alone was like a beacon. Seriously, I have to check out his hair someday. Does it have a goddamn gravitational pull?
I smirked to myself, chewing at a lazy pace. Goku and Gohan… The absurdity almost made me laugh out loud. The real-life Goku and Gohan, their grand entrances... or I suppose, grand introduction being… "hiding" behind trees like a pair of discount Loraxes.
Atleast Gohan made an effort. I know that Goku's intelligence took a hit in Super, but come on. Goku's spike-a-tron hairdo was poking out like he was auditioning for a "spot the protagonist" challenge.
Still, I decided to let them think they were being stealthy. It was kind of cute, in a way. Besides, I was curious, how long would it take for them to introduce themselves, or will they notice I know they're there?
It didn't take long.
I felt the shift in the older one's ki before he even moved in. That's useful.
His energy lightened, his steps easy and open, not a hint of hostility. The guy was practically whistling sunshine as he strolled toward me.
I kept eating. Didn't look up. Didn't acknowledge him. Not until he was close enough to smell the frosting.
Still didn't look up. Just wondered, between bites, if ignoring him would get me an interesting reaction. I mean, he's the Goku.
"Hi! Nice to meet'cha!"
I didn't flinch, just slid the fork back into my slice and took another bite. Slow and deliberate.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught him leaning forward slightly, hands on his hips, smiling like we were already best friends.
well, I guess that does make sense. But the friendliness is crazy for a first meeting.
"You've got a lot of food here," he said, tilting his head slightly as his eyes moved over the table. There was a hint of curiosity in his voice, maybe even a little admiration. "You throwin' a party or something?"
I kept eating, letting the question hang in the air for a moment. His grin got a little bigger, like he was ready to keep talking anyway. "Well, me and my son were just in the area and-"
"I know," I interrupted, my tone flat but amused.
That made him pause. "Huh?"
"You've been 'hiding' over there for a while." I nodded toward the treeline, making deliberate air quotes around the word hiding. "Although I'm not sure I'd even call it hiding. Even without sensing ki, I could still see your hair clear as day. At least your son actually tried to stay out of sight."
Goku's hand immediately went up to the top of his head, his expression shifting into one of genuine surprise, like he was only now realising the problem. "Oh… yeah, I guess it does stick out, huh?"
I pointed my fork at him. "Isn't that a good thing. The more you know." Setting it down, I stretched my fingers out, feeling the hunger creep back in the second I stopped eating. It was there, insistent, but for now, the situation was far more interesting than the food. even if I really wanted the food.
"But calling it "little" is being generous," I added with a smirk. "It's like a giant beacon. You could probably see that hair from space."
Instead of looking embarrassed, he broke into a big laugh, warm and loud. "Haha, yeah, you're probably right! Chi-Chi says the same thing sometimes." He grinned again, scratching the back of his head like he always does. "Guess I'm not much of a ninja, huh?"
I just looked at him for a moment, letting the quiet stretch between us. He didn't seem in any rush to fill it, just smiling like he had all the time in the world.
Finally, I raised an eyebrow. "So… are you gonna tell me your name, or should I just call you Spiky Hair, and your kid too. You know, basic introductions before you loiter around my lunch."
He blinked, then laughed again. "Oh, right! I'm Goku, and my son over there is Gohan!" He said with that same cheerful tone, like that should've been obvious from the start.
"Mm-hm," I said, stabbing another bite of cake. "You might wanna lead with that next time. Makes you seem more… approachable."
"Yeah, I guess so," he said, still smiling. Then, just like that, his face shifted, not exactly grim, but like he'd decided to cut right to the point. "So, uh… are you gonna destroy the planet?"
I froze mid-bite, then slowly raised an eyebrow. "Well, isn't that extremely forward. huh?"
"Well," he said without a drop of shame, "you kinda feel like a bunch of my friends. The really strong ones. Usually when somebody like that shows up, it's either to fight or to blow something up," he explained. You know, if I weren't an android, or a DNA lab baby made by Gero, it'd be very weird for this conversation to happen.
I smirked and leaned back in my seat. "And here I thought we were just making small talk. That really makes me sad." I put on the droopiest, fakest frown I could manage before breaking into a laugh.
"Just kidding. Weeeell… I don't remember a ton, but I do know I'm extremely hungry, my name's Android 21, and I was made by that old man with the revenge complex." I twirled my fork in the air like it was a pointer. "Oh, and I'm not here to kill you or blow up the planet. Honestly, that just sounds like way too much effort."
I took another slow bite of cake, then added with a pointed look, "But if you try to eat my food, I will be forced to defend it, and that'd be bad for both of us."
Instead of being put off, his grin only grew wider. "Don't worry, I got my own food back home. Chi-Chi's the best cook. But wow, you really do eat a lot. You remind me of Majin Buu, except you don't look like you're gonna turn me into candy."
I took another bite, savouring it, then gave him a mock disappointed look. "Oh wow, aren't you rude? Comparing me to the guy who destroyed the planet. So not cool."
He immediately held up his hands, chuckling nervously. "Hey, hey, I didn't mean it like that! It's just you eat alo-"
I smirked and laughed. "I'm just messing with you. It's fine, compare me to whoever you want," I said, licking my fork. "But then it might just come true..." I teased, watching his eyes widen.
Before he could react, I burst out laughing again. "I'm just kidding!"
Goku wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, grinning like he'd just heard the best joke. "You've got a sharp tongue. I like that. Reminds me a bit of Launch when she's in that mood."
I raised an eyebrow. "Is that supposed to be a compliment or a warning?"
He chuckled warmly. "Definitely a compliment. She's tough when she needs to be, but deep down she's got a good heart."
I shrugged, taking another bite of cake. "Maybe. I'm not so sure about that, but hey, you do you."
Goku's eyes sparked with that familiar fire. "Well, if you're up for it, how about a sparring match? It's a great way to size each other up, and I could use the practice myself."
I hesitated for a moment. Fighting wasn't exactly my thing. Honestly, as much as I said I liked fighting, I couldn't; my past body was way too weak to do so. Plus, pain fucking sucks, so I'd rather not. I was about to refute before I remembered something.
Wait... I don't actually feel pain anymore. Thanks to Buu's regeneration, there's no reason I should. Plus, with Goku's genius cells and all the other mutant stuff that makes me up, maybe I could just pick it up as I go. If that's true, then I'll be having so much fun!
I set down my fork, a confident smirk curling at the corner of my mouth. "Alright. Let's see what you've got. Goku."
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From somewhere far behind us came a sharp groan.
"Goddamn it, Dad."
I glanced back and saw Gohan, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, looking like he was half exasperated and half amused.
"Seriously? You just met her, and you're already picking a fight?" Gohan muttered, shaking his head. "Can't you just talk to someone without throwing punches for once?"
I quickly turned back to Goku, knowing Goku. he didn't hear, or just didn't care.
Good. That meant the fight was starting now.
Without giving Goku a chance to react, I lunged forward and drove my fist straight at him. "En-garde!" I shouted out with a smile. Heh, always wanted to say that.
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