Random Stories, AI influence (Dragonball Edition!)

Normal Isn't Easy §Gohan x OC Female Saiyan Reader§ pt 4

As Nimbus landed discreetly in an alleyway, you and Gohan peered around the corner, witnessing the car's erratic approach toward your location. With a silent exchange of understanding, simultaneous button presses on your watches ensued.

In a blink, both of you transformed into The Great Saiyaman and The Great Saiyaman 2, helmets obscuring your identities. Bursting forth from the alley, you confronted the oncoming car, causing the driver and passenger to scream in terror, halting their vehicle abruptly.

The agitated men emerged, hurling insults and demanding to know who you were. With a mischievous glint, you suggested striking a heroic pose, whispering the idea to Gohan. He eagerly agreed, bellowing his hero introduction, but his accompanying pose left you in comic disbelief, mirrored by the stunned reactions of the reckless drivers.

Gohan's urging look compelled you to follow suit, albeit with embarrassment. "A-And I'm.. The Great Saiyaman 2..!" you announced, mimicking Gohan's pose, surprising yourself by executing it flawlessly.

Gohan clapped, praising your performance, causing your cheeks to burn even brighter. The mood shifted as the men began ridiculing your costumes, their arrogance escalating as one made a derogatory comment about you.

Gohan's expression darkened at the insult, his protective instincts flaring. "How dare you speak to her like that!" he retorted fiercely, his anger palpable. With a forceful punch, he dented the car, damaging the engine in retaliation for their disrespectful behavior.

In the wake of Gohan's display of strength, the men, seized by fear, turned to you, clutching each other in a pitiful plea for forgiveness. Your smile, though outwardly pleasant, failed to mask the intense, ominous glint in your eyes, visible under the helmet. It was more than a murderous gaze; it was an unwavering declaration of a hidden power. "Should you ever utter that word again or dare disparage the Great Saiyamen, pray that surviving my wrath becomes your only concern."

Your voice cut through the air, dripping with bitter coldness, enough for even Gohan to instinctively recoil, watching you intently as you stepped forward. There was a predatory confidence in your stride, an energy that surged around you, commanding attention. "Furthermore," you continued, your tone turning more terrifying, "drive responsibly. Any screech or horn will summon me. I'll ensure you'll never drive again."

The venom in your words struck deep, sending the men scurrying back into their car, their frantic escape far less reckless than before, as they sped away in a sputtering frenzy.

Gohan cheered your fearless confrontation but faltered as he turned to you, witnessing your trembling anger, your scowl baring your incisors. He moved closer, enveloping you in a gentle embrace, despite the faint streaks of lightning crackling around you. "Hey, it's alright. Just calm down, Y/N," Gohan urged, his soothing words slowly bringing you back from the brink. He held onto you, offering comfort and support until the storm within you subsided.

"Sorry," you murmured, leaning into his embrace. "It's just... those words, they trigger memories I'd rather forget. They make me lose control," you explained, the vulnerability in your voice belying your earlier fierce demeanor.

As Gohan speaks, his words filled with earnest protectiveness, he cups your face instinctively, offering reassurance. His genuine smile makes you crack a light smile in return. "You might be better at this than I'll ever be," you jest, leaning into his touch without realizing it.

Gohan's smile widens, his thumb caressing your cheek tenderly, until he catches himself, clearing his throat and pulling away, trying to conceal his bashful shyness by adopting a confident stance, fists on hips. "Let's continue as The Great Saiyamen!" he suggests, diverting attention away from the intimate moment. You chuckle before the two of you embark on your first vigilantism together, sharing humorous banter.