The Female Warrior

Chapter 3 - New Friends and Another Dragonball

I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL; ALL characters and scenes belong to their respective owners, Akira Toriyama and Toei Animation. I only own the scenes and people not correlated into the canon series.

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(y/n) POV

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"Man that was so good!" Goku sighs, patting his bloated stomach as he walks back through the front door. I learned Goku has the same appetite as me, that was quite the shocker. I glance up from the spot on the floor I was staring at, unclasping my sweaty hands. "It's good that you're filled up now Goku. Now what Bulma?" I ask, my voice void of emotion. Goku cuts in before Bulma can answer.

"Actually (y/n), I was wondering if we could spar." He wanted to spar? I wouldn't stand a chance against him! "Uh I don't think I would give you a challenge." I state nervously, once again digging my toe into the ground. Stop doing that!

Goku thinks. "You look strong enough. Pleeease (y/n)? Just one round!" I sigh. "Ok fine. Why not?" Goku hoots before running back out into the dark night. Shaking my head, I follow him out. "I don't want to take part in this, I would much rather take a bath." Bulma calls, yawning, from the couch. I take a deep breath and grab the door handle, swinging the door open into the crisp air. Shuddering, I walked behind Goku until he stopped, spinning around to face me.

"I can start here (y/n), you go and stand over there ok?" He says, pointing out a spot about 10 feet away. I nod, teeth chattering as the cold breeze ruffled my shirt. Moving to where he said, I turned and faced him. He dropped down into a fighting stance, one fist at his waist, the other stretched in front of him, his fingers pointed down. Not knowing a good stance, I drop to a similar stance to Goku's, my front hand a solid fist.

With a yell, Goku charges, aiming a punch to my face. Quickly stepping to the side I push his fist away, knocking him into the ground. He spins on his heel, using his leg to sweep at my feet. Jumping up, I avoid his attacks, occasionally getting grazed. Goku growls. "Why won't you fight back?" I roll my eyes and concentrate. "Alright, I will."

With a yell, I aim a punch at his head, and he quickly raises his ams, blocking the attack. We go back and forth until I find another opening. Jumping behind him, I grab him in a headlock. Grunting with effort against him, I shake my head as my vision fades to something else. 'LET HER GO! ILL DO ANYTHING JUST DON'T HURT IVY!'

Gasping, I drop Goku, staring at my hands in horror. "(y/n), what's wrong?" Goku asks, his usual cheery mood dipping slightly as he rubbed his throat lightly. I shake my head, trying not to cry. "I'm pretty tired Goku, I'm gonna head in." I say, my body shaking uncontrollably. Goku looks like he is about to say something but I rush inside before he can, running by Buma and into my room from before. Shutting the door softly, I turn and run to the bed flopping down on top of a pillow to cry. I'm a monster.

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Goku's pov

As I watched (y/n) run inside, I got really confused. Why was she so scared? Looking around the clearing, I saw nothing that would have scared her. Did I do something? Shaking my head, I walk back towards the magic witch house, the warm air inside blasting my face. Shutting the door I see a frazzled Bulma sitting on the couch, staring at a closed door that I assumed was (y/n)'s. Bulma snaps her head towards me.

"What the hell happened!?" She quietly yells. Puzzled I look at her, shrugging my shoulders. "I'm not sure Bulma, she had me in a headlock but then she just dropped me." I scratch my chin. "She said she was tired and I tried to ask her another question but she bolted inside before I could say anything." Bulma shakes her head. "Something happened to her not long before I found her, but she won't open up to anyone." She sighs before standing up, stretching.