Male reader x Fem! Gohan

Bad News?

 Y/N P.O.V.

In a distant corner of the galaxy, a trio of ruthless Saiyans lounged amidst the scattered remains of their fallen enemies. The field was littered with insectoid corpses, their lifeless forms strewn across the ground. The Saiyans, indifferent to the carnage around them, were absorbed in listening to their fallen comrades' final moments through their scouters.

"Well, Vegeta, looks like good ol' Raditz might be dead," Nappa, the largest Saiyan, hunched sitting on a large rock said, his tone dripping with a mix of mockery and annoyance.

"Big shocker. A weakling gets killed on a weak planet. What a disgrace," Vegeta remarked dismissively, his eyes narrowing slightly but his demeanor remaining nonchalant. The death of Raditz, one of the last few Saiyan alive, seemed to leave him entirely unfazed, much to my chagrin.

My own voice broke the tense silence, somber and tinged with frustration. "Maybe it would've been smart to have listened when I said one of us should've accompanied him. We should at least retrieve his body and give him a proper burial."

Vegeta's face twisted into a scowl at my words. "What have I told you about sentimental nonsense?" Father barked, his irritation palpable. He tossed aside an amputated hand he'd been gnawing on and spat on the ground, a gesture of disdain. "Too much carapace. I am curious, though."

"The Dragon Balls we overheard, right?" nappa inquired, his curiosity also piqued.

A dark smirk spread across Vegeta's face, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. "Of course. With those, I could wish for anything I desire—immortality would be within my grasp. It will be a year at most before we reach that backwater planet, best we go now." Vegeta declared, rising to his feet with a determined glint in his eye.

Nappa, seizing the opportunity for a different kind of suggestion, exclaimed, "How about you make this a father-son bonding trip? You and Y/N have seemed somewhat distant lately. I remember the good old days tearing down planets with my pops. It might be good for you both."

Father's expression darkened at Nappa's suggestion, but he didn't outright reject it. "Hn, whatever," he muttered. "Return to Frieza's ship and give a report on our mission. Y/N, let's go!" He ordered with a tone that gave no room for argument, before striding towards his pod.

I sighed heavily, my displeasure evident in my body language as I moved towards my own pod. "Man, I'm not looking forward to this." I mumbled, the weight of the impending journey and the strained dynamics with my father hanging heavily on my mind. My discomfort was a stark contrast to the relentless battle fervor that consumed the others. I enter my Space pod and allow it put me in a stasis for the trip.