Dragon Ball R/Z | Raditz x reader

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧.

The ship sped through the cosmos, the vast expanse of stars and swirling galaxies stretching out endlessly. Raditz sat at the controls, his face a mixture of concentration and mild annoyance. Y/n, perched beside him, was fiddling with a small, glowing device - a scanner that Bulma had given them to locate the Dragon Balls.

"Still nothing?" Raditz asked, his voice gruff but not unkind.

Y/n shook her head, her purple-red ki flickering slightly as she sighed. "No, this galaxy is...weird. It's like the Dragon Ball's signal is all over the place."

Raditz grunted, eyes narrowing as he adjusted their course. "We'll just have to keep looking. This next stop better be worth it."

The ship began to slow as they approached a peculiar sight: a massive, island-shaped piece of land floating in the void, surrounded by an ocean that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly light. A sprawling metropolis, filled with towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, sprawled across the center of the island.

As they descended, Raditz couldn't help but feel a strange sense of familiarity. "This place...could it be.. Space Australia?" he muttered in question, mostly to himself.

Y/n glanced at him, curiosity piqued. "Space Australia?"

"Yeah, a colony of aliens. They're tough, but fair. Red-skinned, white-haired...you'll see."

The ship landed smoothly on a designated platform in the heart of the metropolis. As the ramp lowered, Y/n and Raditz were greeted by a sight that was both stunning and surprising. The inhabitants of this floating island were indeed aliens with bright red skin, beautiful facial features, and long, silky white hair. They moved with an air of importance and strength, their eyes following the newcomers with interest.

A tall figure stepped forward, his piercing blue eyes locking onto Raditz and Y/n. "Welcome." he said, his voice deep and resonant. "I am Varok, the leader of this colony. What brings you to our home?"

Raditz crossed his arms, his demeanor unyielding. "We're looking for a Dragon Ball. Our scanner picked up a signal here."

Varok's expression remained neutral, but there was a glint of curiosity in his eyes. "A Dragon Ball, you say? Such artifacts are rare and powerful. Perhaps we can assist you in your search."

Y/n stepped forward, her eyes wide with wonder. "This place is incredible. How did you come to live on a floating island?"

Varok's smile was warm, though there was a hint of pride in it. "Our ancestors were space explorers, much like yourselves. They found this land and made it their home, shaping it into what you see today. We have thrived here for generations."

As they spoke, Raditz couldn't help but notice the way Varok's gaze lingered on Y/n. A flicker of something unidentifiable flashed in his eyes, a mix of protectiveness and something more...complicated. He brushed it off, focusing on their mission.

"Can you take us to where the signal is strongest?" Raditz asked, his tone all business.

Varok nodded. "Of course. Follow me."

The group moved through the bustling streets, the city's inhabitants glancing curiously at the newcomers. Y/n marveled at the intricate architecture, the buildings seemingly grown from the very ground, their surfaces shimmering with a crystalline sheen. The air was filled with a sense of peace and prosperity, a stark contrast to the war-torn planets they had visited before.

Varok led them to a large building at the city's center, its structure grand and imposing. Inside, the atmosphere was cooler, the air filled with a faint, pleasant scent. They entered a room lined with shelves, each one holding various artifacts and treasures.