Fight for Us (Goku x Female Reader)

Chapter 5

Y/n's life had been woven into the fabric of a small village nestled among rolling hills and lush fields. It was a life she cherished, one where simplicity and connection were paramount. Her history was entwined with the stories of the village and the bonds she formed with its inhabitants.

Her parents, once disowned from their previous village for daring to love across societal boundaries, found refuge in this humble community. Y/n's dad, at the age of 20, and her mom, a young 17-year-old on the cusp of adulthood, met Bora, the village chief. Bora, with a keen sense for true-hearted souls, recognized the genuine nature of Y/n's parents and welcomed them into the village after the unanimous approval of the villagers. Since that day, they became integral members of the tight-knit community, contributing to its prosperity.

Growing up alongside Upa and under the benevolent gaze of Bora, Y/n experienced the ebb and flow of village life. Despite a significant age gap, her friendship with Upa flourished. As she assisted in his growth, he, in turn, became a steadfast companion in her journey.

Their routine often led them to the fields, where the fertile soil bore the fruits of their labor. Y/n and Upa, with their hands in the earth, worked side by side. The sun painted the sky with hues of gold as they toiled under its warmth, creating a backdrop for the symphony of nature.

One day, as Y/n and her father worked diligently in the fields, Y/n's dad approached her, the lines of hard work etched on his face. "Y/n, are you hungry?" he asked, wiping the sweat from his brow.

She considered for a moment, glancing at the sun's position. "I could go for a bit longer without a break."

He chuckled, his eyes filled with paternal pride. "Always the hard worker, but I want a break. Come, follow me."

They entered their modest home, a place filled with the warmth of shared memories. Y/n's dad skillfully crafted sandwiches, and they sat at the table, engaging in casual conversation. 

"Ms. Ashin is getting better at making bread," Y/n's father remarked with a grin.

Y/n nodded in agreement, savoring the simple joys of home-cooked meals. Her father turned the conversation towards her training.

"How's the training been going, Y/n? I haven't seen much of you around lately. Still got time for your dear old dad?" he teased with a twinkle in his eye.

Y/n smiled, appreciating the genuine concern in her father's words. "It's been good, Dad. Some challenging moves and techniques, but nothing I can't handle. Made a few friends, too. I'll be heading back there later."

Her father's eyes softened. "Just make sure you always have time for your dear old dad, alright?"

Y/n nodded with a warm smile. "Of course, Dad. No matter where life takes me, I'll always have time for you."

With their sandwiches finished, they headed back outside to the fields. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the village.  As they completed the tasks at hand, Y/n hugged her father goodbye, promising to return soon.

With the basket of freshly harvested vegetables cradled in her arms, Y/n made her way through the village, her steps light and purposeful. Each house received its share of the bounty, and the villagers welcomed her with smiles and expressions of gratitude. 

As she approached each house in the village, Y/n greeted her neighbors with a genuine smile. The villagers, busy with their evening routines, paused to exchange pleasantries. The fragrance of the freshly harvested vegetables filled the air, and the sense of community that defined the village echoed through every interaction.