Female Goku x Vegeta

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The day began much like the preceding ones, except Gohan and Vegeta were sparring on the lookout instead of in the chamber.

Aware that time was slipping away and the Cold Family's arrival was imminent, Piccolo had opted for mental training in recent days, meditating on the lookout while the Prince and his son honed their skills nearby.

Vegeta and Gohan engaged in their sparring session on the lookout, the crisp breeze of the high altitude brushing against their skin. The training had been rigorous, yet fruitful, with each passing day bringing them closer to unlocking their full potential.

Vegeta pushed Gohan in ways that Piccolo wouldn't, and it proved to be exactly what Gohan needed. He had felt the absence of his father keenly during his time away, unsure if he would ever return. Now, with him present, Gohan resolved not to squander a single moment.

Even amidst the turmoil of the impending confrontation with the Cold Family and the mission to rescue his mother, Gohan made a conscious effort to appreciate the fleeting moments of normalcy.

It had been months since his mother's abduction, but the memory still haunted him, surfacing in his nightmares. Among the group, Gohan was the most determined to reunite with his mother, though the thought of facing formidable adversaries like the Cold Family stirred a mix of excitement and apprehension within him.

He was willing to do whatever it took to bring her back... but would it be enough?

As the day progressed, everything seemed ordinary until a familiar energy signature abruptly caught Vegeta's attention.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked skyward, a mixture of shock and disbelief playing across his features.

"There's no way..." he muttered incredulously, his voice barely audible.

Noticing his father's sudden change in demeanor, Gohan furrowed his brow in concern. "Dad, what's wrong?" he asked, his tone laced with worry.

Before Vegeta could respond, Raditz streaked in from the city, his arrival adding to the tension already thick in the air. Landing on the lookout with a heavy thud, Raditz's expression mirrored Vegeta's astonishment. "Vegeta! Do you feel that too?" he exclaimed urgently.

Vegeta's gaze remained fixed on the horizon, his mind racing with possibilities. "Any word on Broly?" he inquired, a trace of concern creeping into his voice.

Gohan's eyes widened at the mention of Broly, surprised by the revelation. "Broly's back?" he echoed, his confusion evident.

Raditz's expression turned solemn as he shook his head. "Yes, but not fully. Nappa says he's still unconscious and refuses to budge. But once he senses this, I doubt he'll stay put," Raditz explained, uncertainty tinging his words.

Just then, Nappa arrived, his expression a mix of disbelief and apprehension. "Vegeta!" he called out urgently as he rushed to join the group.

"I'm aware, Nappa," Vegeta replied tersely, his gaze fixed on the sky.

Nappa's brow furrowed in confusion. "I thought Goka dealt with him," he remarked, disbelief evident in his voice.

"So did we, but apparently, we were wrong," Vegeta conceded, his attention still on the horizon.

Fully engaged in the conversation now, Gohan couldn't shake off the dread that settled in his chest at the mention of Frieza. The tales of the tyrant's cruelty filled him with unease.

Now, faced with the possibility of Frieza's return, Gohan couldn't help but shiver involuntarily.

Vegeta instructed Nappa and Raditz to prepare and rendezvous wherever the threat landed.

Turning to Piccolo, Vegeta exchanged a silent nod of understanding. Then, with determination etched on his features, he faced Gohan.

"It's time to bring your mother home," he declared firmly, his voice resolute.

Gohan nodded in agreement, his heart racing with anticipation.

With a final glance shared between Vegeta and Piccolo, they set off towards the wastelands where the ship was expected to touch down

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The long-awaited moment had finally arrived as King Cold's ship touched down on Earth's soil. Inside, Frieza was practically vibrating with excitement, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. For him, this was the culmination of years of planning—to exact revenge on Goka, to make her suffer for daring to challenge him.

"This is it," Frieza murmured to himself, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "The end is near."

Beside him, King Cold regarded his son with a mixture of pride and amusement. "Patience, my son," he chided gently. "Our victory is assured."

Goka, still shackled and bound, felt a surge of nervous energy coursing through her veins. Despite her dire situation, she had concocted a plan, a sliver of hope to cling to amidst the chaos.

During her time in captivity, she spotted a shard of metal lying nearby where she was kept and managed to grab it during one of the brief moments of solitude. With careful precision, she used it to weaken one of her handcuffs, enough to reduce its draining effect on her power but not enough to raise suspicion.

As the ship's door opened, Frieza was the first to step out, his regal demeanor masking his simmering rage. King Cold followed closely behind, his gaze fixed on Goka with a mix of curiosity and disdain. With a gesture, he beckoned for her to join them, his voice commanding yet tinged with a hint of amusement.

Goka hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. But before she could protest, Cooler's rough shove from behind propelled her forward, forcing her to take those fateful steps onto the familiar terrain.

The sunlight dazzled her eyes as she emerged from the confines of the ship, momentarily disorienting her senses. She stumbled slightly, the uneven ground beneath her feeling strange and unstable after so long spent in captivity.

The warmth of the sun on her skin was a stark contrast to the cold confines of the ship, and for a fleeting moment, Goka allowed herself to savor the sensation.

But as she raised her gaze to the vast expanse of sky above her, a sense of freedom washed over her like a warm embrace. The sun's golden rays caressed her skin, bathing her in its radiant warmth, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, she felt truly alive.

Yet, her respite was short-lived as Cooler's harsh voice cut through the stillness. "Move, you wench," he snarled, his tone dripping with contempt.

Goka's lips curled into a defiant smirk, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Well, aren't you charming?" she retorted, her voice laced with sarcasm.

Frieza, who had been watching the exchange with a growing sense of impatience, whirled around, his gaze icy and unforgiving. "Enough!" he snapped, his voice reverberating with authority. "We don't have time for your insolence. Move, or I'll kill you myself before they even have a chance to arrive."

Goka's smirk faltered slightly, her defiance tempered by a flicker of fear. She knew Frieza was not one to make idle threats, and the gravity of her situation weighed heavily upon her.

"Besides, they will be arriving soon, hahaa ahahah"

Goka felt a chill run down her spine at Frieza's laugh. She looked up toward the horizon and saw three very distant figures in the air, confusion running through her mind.

She used a little of her energy to try to reach out with her ki to sense who it was, but she couldn't discern without using too much, and that would give away her regaining strength.

Who was coming this way?

a/n- I'm sorry to all the readers for such late updates, I'm not doing the best, and my drive to continue the story has gone down but I'm doing my best to continue the story, I will be ending it within the next 5-10 chapters though. There is another female Goku story I plan to do in the far future but it won't tie to this one.