Female Goku x Vegeta

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The air was heavy with tension as Goka excused herself from the group. She walked away from the bustling backstage area, seeking a moment of solitude. Unbeknownst to her, Chi-chi, who had been keeping a discreet eye on her, trailed her from a distance. Chi-chi found a spot to hide, contemplating whether to ditch the plan and confront Goka right then and there,a dilemma unfolded in his mind. Should he ditch the plan and confront her right then and there?

Goka wandered into a secluded area, her thoughts swirling like a storm. She found a quiet corner, slid down a wall, and put her head in her hands, elbows resting on her knees. The weight of recent events bore down on her, and she couldn't shake the gravity of the situation.

In the recesses of her mind, Goka replayed the events of the tournament. Piccolo Jr.'s malevolent actions, the startling reveal about her pregnancy, and the looming threat of the finals all played like a vivid tapestry of chaos. Yet, strangely, she wasn't afraid for herself.

The menace Piccolo Jr. posed to the world didn't send shivers down her spine. After all, there were four other Saiyans, each with power levels surpassing hers. She could rely on them in times of peril. What did, however, send shivers down her spine was her own inability to transform into Super Saiyan since the first and only time she accessed that power.

Closing her eyes, Goka delved into the mystery that lingered within her. Why couldn't she tap into that immense strength again? She pondered, searching for answers in the depths of her own psyche. Was it a mental block, or was there a more profound reason?

As her mind traversed these enigmatic territories, a subtle worry crept in. The safety of her unborn child became a focal point of concern. Goka had felt her energy fluctuating throughout the day, and the increasing intensity of her emotions and nerves only added to the uncertainty.

A few minutes passed in contemplative silence, and Goka, lifting her head, let out a sigh. She knew she couldn't let these worries consume her. With a newfound determination, she sat up, a smile playing on her lips. Placing a gentle hand on her belly, she spoke out loud.

"We'll be okay," she said, addressing the life growing within her. "Your father told me stories of female Saiyans fighting until birth. This should be a cakewalk for us."

Unbeknownst to her, Chi-chi, who had been lingering nearby, overheard her words. The revelation stunned him, and conflicting emotions swirled within him. Part of him contemplated abandoning the plan altogether, while another part reminded him of the promise Goka had made to be his bride when they were older. Loyalty and obligation waged war within him.

Chi-chi's twisted mind churned with malicious intent as he observed Goka's vulnerability. The internal struggle reached a tipping point, and he decided to tweak the plan. When Yamcha joined the Saiyans in the crowd, he would administer the poison. A twisted grin played on his lips as he imagined the chaos and despair that would follow.

Deciding to tweak the plan, Chi-chi retreated into the shadows, leaving Goka to her thoughts.

Meanwhile, Goka, wrapped in her thoughts, laughed softly at her stomach's rumble. "I guess it's time to get us some food."

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In the distance, the others observed Goka as she sat alone, immersed in her meal. Krillin, despite the gravity of the situation, found himself marveling at her resilience. No matter what challenges she faced, she always seemed to maintain her composure.

"She's something else," Krillin mused to himself. "No matter what's going on, she stays the same. "

Yamcha, looked at Goka and then back at the others. "Should we join her?"

Krillin shook his head, "No, let her have a moment. She needs it."

Observing Goka's unwavering demeanor, Krillin couldn't help but think about what a good mother she would make. Her ability to stay true to herself, even in the face of adversity, spoke volumes about her character.

The group decided against joining Goka, but they understood the importance of concentration and preparation for the impending finals. As they left her undisturbed, they couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and confidence in their friend.

In the stands, they joined Bulma, Raditz, and Vegeta. Bulma couldn't contain her worry for Goka. She turned to Krillin, her eyes searching for reassurance. "How is she really doing? This whole tournament has been insane, and now with Piccolo Jr. and everything..."

Krillin nodded, trying to ease her concern. "She's tough, Bulma. You know that. And with everything else, she's got even more reason to come out on top."

Bulma nodded, her concern lingering. "I just hope she's taking care of herself. This tournament has been more intense than any of us expected."

Vegeta, sitting with crossed arms, interjected, "She's a Saiyan. She can handle it."

Yamcha, ever the pragmatist, chimed in, "True, but even Saiyans have their limits. This Piccolo Jr. guy is bad news."

Krillin nodded in agreement, "Yeah, and there's something off about him. Did you see how he swallowed that jar without a second thought?"

Vegeta scoffed, "That's Namekians for you. Crafty and deceitful."

Yamcha raised an eyebrow, "Namekians? "

Vegeta leaned back, his arms still folded. "That's Piccolo's race, I've seen them on their home planet, but never on other planets. Odd creatures, though not typically known for their fighting prowess. This Piccolo being a fighter is unusual."

Yamcha's and the other's mouths formed an O at Vegeta's explanation.

Tien, who had been quietly contemplating, added, "We need to be on guard. This final match could be more challenging than we anticipate."

As the announcer's voice echoed through the arena, signaling the beginning of the finals, the group fell into a hushed anticipation. Master Roshi, leaning back with a grin, couldn't help but inject some levity, "Well, this should be entertaining. Let's see what Goka's got up her sleeve."

Yamcha, trying to lighten the mood, teased, "I hope she doesn't accidentally destroy the arena again. We barely got it repaired from the last time."

Krillin chuckled, "Knowing Goka, anything is possible. But hey, that's what makes her exciting to watch."

As the fighters prepared for the ultimate showdown, the friends exchanged glances, united in their shared concern and hope for Goka's success. Little did they know that the final battle would unfold with unexpected twists, testing the limits of their strength and determination. The arena buzzed with energy, mirroring the mix of anticipation and trepidation within the group.

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