Friendly Neighbors GokuxReader

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[Flashback covering the moments of the trio after they returned to the present]

After Bulma had stumbled upon the bag of Senzu beans in the bathroom, she gave a sigh and shake of her head. "He's such an idiot sometimes, I swear." She remarked to herself. Some time later when the time machine reappeared with he threw Saiyans, and without you, she wasted no time in distributing them among Goku, Vegeta, and Future Trunks after they were brought inside. The miraculous healing powers of the beans worked their magic, rejuvenating Goku in an instant. However, instead of his usual impulsive nature to talk about the strength of the enemies, Goku's focus was already shifted to rescuing you from the clutches of Zamasu and Black in the future.

Unfazed by the pleas of Bulma and Piccolo to remain calm, Goku's determination burned fiercely. His eyes blazed with anger as he refused to abandon you to face the villains alone. "We can't just leave Y/N stranded there, forced to confront them on her own!" Goku's voice resonated with righteous fury, his gaze piercing through Bulma's startled expression.

Vegeta, ever the protector, swiftly positioned himself between Bulma and Goku, shielding her from his intense glare. "Kakarot, control yourself! Recklessly charging back without a solid plan will only worsen the situation for all of us, especially Y/N!" Vegeta's voice carried a rare note of concern, his words laced with a hint of caution.

Though Goku's initial rage threatened to consume him, the weight of Vegeta's words began to settle upon his shoulders. He reluctantly acknowledged the truth in Vegeta's cautionary words, realizing that a hasty return to the future would only lead to further chaos. With a heavy sigh, Goku reluctantly relented, his fiery determination momentarily subdued.

Goku stood motionless, his body tense with pent-up energy. Instead of his usual restless pacing, he remained rooted in place, his gaze fixed on the ground. As the others engaged in a discussion about the dire threats that plagued the future timeline, Bulma leaned in, eager to grasp a deeper understanding of the situation from Future Trunks and Vegeta.

The conversation revolved around the enigmatic alliance between Black and Zamasu, two distinct individuals working in tandem. They delved into the revelation of Black's new Super Saiyan form, known as Rosé. As Bulma and the rest of the group attempted to unravel the intricate web connecting Black, Zamasu, and even a deranged ChiChi, Goku's mind wandered into a realm of worry and concern.

His thoughts consumed him, swirling with questions about your well-being. Were you safe? Were they subjecting you to torture or holding you hostage? The haunting possibility that they might have already committed the unthinkable and taken your life weighed heavily on Goku's heart. Each negative thought tightened his fists, his knuckles turning white with the intensity of his grip. He was so lost in his own anguish that he barely registered the voices around him, the words of his companions falling on deaf ears.

Suddenly, Bulma's touch jolted Goku back to reality. His eyes snapped open, clouded with a mixture of fear and determination. The concern in Bulma's eyes mirrored his own, and in that moment, he realized he wasn't alone in his worries. The weight of her touch grounded him, reminding him of the task at hand.

Goku took a deep breath, his resolve solidifying. He couldn't let his emotions consume him. He had to focus on finding a way to save you and put an end to the reign of terror in the future.

In the midst of the tense atmosphere, the sound of tiny footsteps broke through the crowded room, capturing everyone's attention. Solara entered the room, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Oblivious to the weight of the situation, she made a beeline for Goku, reaching up her arms for him to hold her. A softness washed over Goku's eyes as he crouched down, gently lifting his daughter into his embrace. Solara nestled her face against his neck, finding comfort in his presence. Her tail draped limply over his bicep as she drifted back to sleep, oblivious to the worries that plagued her father and the rest of the group.