Female Goku x Vegeta

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The night sky stretched above, a canvas of stars flickering in the vastness. Vegeta stood outside the house, the cool breeze carrying the weight of his contemplation. His gaze fixated on the horizon, a line where the Earth met the sky, a boundary he felt he could never truly breach.

The lone figure was lost in the solitude of his thoughts. The air was heavy with unspoken emotions, the struggle within him a silent storm. The once proud and ruthless warrior found himself wrestling with a sense of inadequacy, a vulnerability that gnawed at the edges of his pride.

The memories of battles fought and victories won clashed with the image of himself as a protector, a father. The burden of responsibility weighed heavily on Vegeta's shoulders, a cloak he wore with reluctance. He grappled with the essence of being a Saiyan, the legacy of a warrior race, and the expectations that came with it.

Vegeta clenched his fists, frustration and conflict etched across his features. The moon above illuminated his silhouette, casting a solemn shadow on the ground below. His Saiyan instincts urged him to embrace the warrior within, to revel in the thrill of combat, yet the Earthly ties that bound him pulled in the opposite direction.

Unable to reconcile these conflicting facets of his identity, Vegeta's gaze shifted skyward. With a powerful leap, he ascended into the night.

As the night unfolded into dawn, Gohan stirred from his slumber. The first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains as he rubbed his eyes, the excitement of a new day settling in. His routine kicked in, and with boundless energy, he headed towards his parents' room.

Entering the hallway, Gohan felt a strange stillness that lingered like an unspoken omen. His footsteps echoed softly as he walked through the house, the usual morning bustle absent. A chill ran down his spine when he realized that only his mother's snores filled the air, the familiar sound of Vegeta's deep breathing conspicuously absent.

Approaching his parents' bedroom, Gohan opened the door, expecting to find both of them tangled in sheets as they often were. Instead, confusion clouded his features as he saw only his mother sprawled across the bed, the space beside her cold and empty.

Frowning, Gohan closed the door, determined to unravel the mystery. He made his way to the gravity chamber, where the usual hum of energy and the clashing of combat were conspicuously absent. The chamber stood empty and silent, devoid of the Saiyan's relentless training.

Returning to the house, a knot formed in Gohan's stomach. He jumped onto the bed and began shaking his mother urgently. "Mom!"

Goka, disoriented from her sleep, mumbled, "Mmm, what time is it, Gohan? Is it already morning?" Her arm reached out to where Vegeta should have been, but it met only cold sheets.

"Where's your father, Gohan?" she asked, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

Gohan shrugged, a perplexed expression on his face. "I was going to ask you that. I checked the chamber, and he wasn't there either."

Goka's eyes widened, a strange feeling settling in her gut. "Well, he's probably just at Bulma's, training with Raditz or Nappa."

Excitement brightened Gohan's face. "Can we go visit? We haven't seen Uncle Raditz in a while."

Goka hesitated, her mind grappling with the unease that lingered. "Yeah, that sounds like fun. And maybe we'll find your father there," she replied, mustering a smile that failed to reach her troubled eyes.

The air at Capsule Corp was heavy with an unspoken tension as Goka and Gohan approached the front door. The usually lively atmosphere seemed to have given way to a somber stillness. Gohan's confusion deepened as he clutched the strap of his backpack, glancing up at his mother for some form of explanation.