Dragonball One-Shots

🍋 Stupid Boy (Gotenks x Reader)

**Storyline is based on Multiverse Gotenks. He is older here. This story also contains spoilers.**

Today was the day of the biggest tournament that will ever be witnessed. You hadn't experienced something as exciting as this in eons. You sat in your temporary mini apartment, thinking about what you wanted to wear. It was only the first day, so you felt like you needed to make an impression. Was it called for? Absolutely not. But you're doing it because you could. 

You giggled to yourself as you looked at the clothes laid out in front of you. They were clothes that were specially made, practically armor, for this moment. You were giddy with excitement. It's your first "big story" you're working on that will be seen throughout multiple universes. You needed to put all of your focus into making this a success. You worked in the newspaper sector. Since you were the only journalist attending, you would record the fights and send those back to headquarters to be edited and posted online.

You received a roster of all who were participating. You had names, where they were from, what universe they were registered under, etc. Many names were repeated in different universes and you were curious to see these faces.

You finished the last touches of your hairstyle and started to put on jewelry. Not too much, but not too little either. After all, you weren't fighting anyway. You looked in the mirror and smiled triumphantly at your little outfit. You felt and looked so good!

You gathered the things you needed for today's battles. The camera was already set up in the atmosphere to get the best angles and was currently being checked by the rest of the staff. You smiled hard. You couldn't wait to see everyone (even if they didn't know you). 

You closed the door to your apartment as you walked out. You paused for a second to contain your excitement. You then started to walk towards the light that was at the end of the hall. You could already hear the crowd outside. It was full of spectators. You reached the end of the hall and got a good look at the arena. There was a mass of rock in the air, with all fighters being below, separated into their universes. You took two more steps forward out in the open. Everyone seemed to be here and they were busy examining and talking to each other. There was a mix of happy conversations and annoyance. Some met with their relatives, some met with themselves. It was quite a sight.

The referees had set aside a space for you as if you were a fighter yourself. You wanted to soak up everything up close. You were powerful enough to hold your ground in case of shit hitting the fan. You sat down in the chair that was given. You sat between the Androids of Universe 14 and the "Super Saiyans" of Universe 13. You told yourself that you weren't looking to be noticed. 

Soon after, the tournament had begun. First was Nappa from Universe 13 and Cargot (context: a Namekian) from Universe 10. Throughout the fights, you took notes about how intense they were. You already had a good article to write. You took down names of people who died during their battles to put them in their column of shame. Eventually, the entire population of contestants from Universe 10 had forfeited and went home. You felt a little bad for having to report how embarrassing each of their battles was but quickly reminded yourself that Prince Vegeta of that Universe was an ass. Maybe he wasn't an ass to you, but he was still an ass. 

A couple of battles later, lunch had started. You were in the middle of eating ramen and reading over your notes when a shadow cascaded over you. You looked up.

"How are you doing over here? It's not too much for you right?" The Grant Namekian asked. You swallowed what you had in your mouth. 

"Ah! No, it's not. I'm good over here." You confirmed. He nodded and flew back up to the overwatch section. You continued eating.