Dragon Ball Oneshots/Shorts

Love Triangle Piccolo x Reader x Goku

 a/n- heavenofnirvana I hope you like both endings!!

The whirring of Bulma's latest invention filled the air as you, a sprightly 8-year-old with hair the color of spun sunshine, tumbled out, giggling. Your cousin, Bulma, adjusted her goggles, a triumphant grin splitting her face. "There you go, Y/N! A flying machine just for you!"

Suddenly, a blur of orange rocketed past, nearly knocking you over. It was Goku, Bulma's childhood friend, already a martial arts prodigy even at his young age. "Hey, Bulma, what's this cool contraption?" he asked, eyes wide with curiosity.

Bulma, ever smitten, launched into a technical explanation, leaving you and Goku to bond over their shared lack of interest in gears and wires. You spent the rest of the day chasing butterflies, sparring with Goku, and Goku easily deflecting every blow you attempted and gorging yourselves on Bulma's never-ending supply of snacks.

Three years passed in a whirlwind of visits to Capsule Corp and adventures with Goku. You'd become inseparable, training together under Master Roshi while Bulma tinkered with her inventions. Then, Master Roshi announced Goku was leaving for a secluded training ground with a strange green martial artist named Kami.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you hugged Goku goodbye. "Train hard, Goku!" you shouted, saying his name in frustration. "Don't forget about me!"

Goku gave you his trademark goofy grin. "Never! I'll be back stronger than ever, and maybe by then, you'll finally land a punch on me!"

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Years passed, and you continued your own training and adventures. One day, you found yourself wandering through a dense forest, following the sounds of someone training. Curious, you followed the noise until you came upon a small clearing. There, a young Piccolo was practicing his martial arts, his movements precise and powerful.

"Hey, you're really good!" you called out, stepping into the clearing.

Piccolo stopped mid-kick and turned to face you, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Who are you?" he demanded.

"I'm Y/N," you replied with a friendly smile. "I was just exploring and heard you training. I didn't mean to intrude."

Piccolo relaxed slightly but kept his guard up. "I'm Piccolo," he said gruffly.

Over the next few weeks, you and Piccolo encountered each other frequently. You were fascinated by his strength and discipline, and he found himself drawn to your warmth and kindness. Despite your differences, you formed an unlikely bond,

As weeks turned into months, Piccolo found himself drawn to you in ways he couldn't explain. Your laughter echoed like music in his ears, your courage inspiring him to explore emotions he had long deemed unnecessary. Gradually, his stoicism softened under the gentle influence of your kindness.

Unbeknownst to you, Piccolo's feelings grew deeper with each passing day. He watched over you silently, his heart swelling with admiration and longing. Yet, he hesitated to reveal his affections, unsure if he could ever bridge the gap between you two.

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One day, just as Piccolo resolved to confess his feelings, fate intervened once more. News of the upcoming World Martial Arts Tournament spread like wildfire, drawing fighters from across the globe, including Goku, who had returned from his training more powerful than ever.

At Capsule Corp, amidst preparations for the tournament, Goku's gaze lingered on you, as you were helping your Aunt in the kitchen, noticing how she had grown more beautiful and confident in his absence. He found himself unable to ignore the feelings that had blossomed within him during his time away.