Dragonball One-Shots

🍋 Ultra Sinner (Goku x Reader)

There he was: the legendary hero of the universe. He stood in the sky with his two sons, talking about the different techniques they needed to learn today. You stood in awe. You had never seen such a man like him before. It would make sense that he wasn't from here. He looked so gentle, so sweet. 

"That's Goku for ya," you snapped out of your haze to look at your friend Bulma. "always training!" She giggled and started to turn around to head back into the Capsule Corp building. You wanted to stay and watch more but unfortunately, today's work wasn't done. You followed her inside but kept glancing back at him. While you were working, you couldn't help to think about him. Your face was flushed and your core was practically fluttering. 

"So um, tell me more about this Goku. He seems intriguing!" You asked. Cringing at yourself, you simultaneously applauded at the small attempt. Bulma lifted her head and turned towards you.

"Oh, well, as I said before, he's super strong and very sweet. He cares about everyone and can be a bit too trusting. He's been with the other warriors kicking ass here and wherever there's a threat. He's practically done that his whole life, now that I think of it, only with different people." She explained. You nodded. You felt your cheeks burn a little and turned away, pretending to look like you're concentrating. "Those two men with him are his sons. The younger one has the same fighting spirit as his father but the older one is more headstrong like his mother." 

"Is he married?" You asked. The overthinking began and you mentally facepalmed yourself, asking why didn't you beat around the bush somehow. 

"Well, I'm inclined to say yes, but she passed a couple of years ago from a heart illness. We tried to bring her back with the dragon balls but since it was a natural cause it wasn't possible." Your heart shattered, repaired, and jumped for glee, then shattered again. You felt bad for wanting a night with a widow. It felt too low. Ethics started to conflict with want here. 

"Damn, I'm sorry to hear that. Has he managed to cope?" You asked. 

"It's hard to say really. Saiyans cope with a lot of their problems through fighting. And it's hard to tell if that's working, especially for Goku. He loves to appear just fine when he's actually in some type of pain." You nodded and got back to the work that awaited. You wouldn't press on the topic any longer. It went south and felt disrespectful to attempt to continue.

**

It was evening, around 6. You were mentally tapped out for the day. You decided to get takeout before you walked home. Your apartment was located in the center of the metropolis area, so the longest part of the trip was the wait on the food. Sweet Goku still lingered in the back of your mind, the thoughts of his figure towering over you and his large muscles forcing your attention to stay there. Your body was on autopilot while thinking about him, taking care of the tasks you wanted to conclude your day with. 

"Y/n!" Your mind shifted back to your reality. Your food was ready. You took the bag of food and headed back to the apartment. You hoped that masturbating about the man wasn't pressing on the boundaries of the little morals you had. Maybe this was just a phase. Either way, it needed to pass or be taken care of. 

When you got home, you thought of the party Bulma told you about a couple of weeks ago. It was happening tomorrow. She told you it was at his house. You questioned your restraint and instead blushed at the intruding thought of riding him until the sun rose. Oh, how the sunrise would kiss his skin the same way I wish I could kiss his lips. 

You shook these thoughts out. You found yourself paused from eating and staring at the wall. You felt ashamed for a brief moment. You turned on the TV to distract yourself.