Male reader x Fem! Gohan

Step one

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!!! Did you forget he's half the reason we even have to do this whole Namek trip!?” The blue haired “Banshee” known as Bulma screeched.

“Come on Bulma, if we don't take him then we will have to deal with the two other Saiyans ourselves! I'm not strong enough to fight one, much less two!” Gohani explained, Bulma however still looked unconvinced.

“How can we be sure this monster won't betray us once we get to Namek!?” She shouts back, pointing an accusatory finger at me.

“Rude, my name is Y/N.”

“SHUT IT BRAT!!! I don't want to hear a word from you!!!” The Earthling cried out, with a bit more authority than I would've liked. 

 “Come on, he PROMISED he would help us!” Gohani insisted on my behalf. 

After Gohani and I had reached a mutual understanding to work together and set off for Namek, we decided to fly back to Capsule Corp in the aircraft I had “commandeered”. Safe to say the Earth woman Bulma was not happy about the stolen vehicle and much less at the arrangement Gohani and I had made, which brings us back to the current argument between the two.

“Listen, I get it. You’re at that age where bad boys seem exciting and alluring. But trust me, there’s a world of difference between a guy with a hidden soft side and a literal space terrorist!” Bulma exclaims, her first statement causing a red hue to form on Gohani and I. I coughed into my hand and decided I'd take a crack at convincing the, Bluenette?

“Alright, if you’re not willing to trust me then maybe the facts will make you truly think the situation over. You’re about to head into space toward a planet where two of my Saiyan companions will undoubtedly be causing havoc and mayhem in search of the very Dragon Balls you plan to use. Do you really think you’ll be able to fight or reason with them?” I say, watching Bulma remain silent, clearly unable to refute my words. “That’s what I thought. If I go with you however, there’s a chance I can convince my father to reach a compromise. And even if I were to betray you, it’s not like you have any other options that would yield better results other than staying here and waiting for my Father to return and blow up this space rock.”

“Mmmm, fine! We’re in a tough spot either way, so I might as well go with the option that offers a chance of success!” Bulma finally concedes, a resigned sigh escaping her lips as Gohani smiles, clearly pleased with her acceptance of my involvement. “We still have about a week before the ship is ready.”

“A week? By then, I should be back to a hundred percent,” I mutter to myself, clenching my fist In Front of me. “I say maybe in two days I'll have restored more Ki.”

“About that, why is it taking longer for you to recover your Ki?” Gohani asks.

“Well it has to do with my mother's race, the Meeto. A normal Meeto is usually born with an inherent ability to control their ki to unreasonable degrees due to having a smaller than average ki pool. When someone from the Meeto race runs out of ki, they seem to recover quickly, but that’s because their bodies don’t require much to bounce back. In my case, being a half-Saiyan means I was born with a larger ki pool, but I inherited the “slower” recovery typical of the Meeto.” I explained to Gohani, who listened intently, clearly intrigued to hear about an alien race. Even Bulma stuck around to listen.

“Wow, that's interesting. You said you were born with good Ki control, is that why you were able to replicate everyone’s moves?” Gohani asks, her eyes widening with curiosity as I nod in confirmation.

“Not exactly, that would be because of my eyes! On top of having good Ki control a Meeti also has incredible eyesight that can pick up subtle shifts in ki attacks or abilities. It's like being able to see the inner workings of an ability and understanding how it works. Pair it up with our ki proficiency and we can mimic our opponents feats. In fact, there’s one technique I saw recently that I’m really eager to try out soon,” I reply, my violet eyes sparkling with excitement as I think about the possibilities.

“That's quite a bit to take in. Oh by the way, Gohani, I almost forgot to mention—your mother called while you were away. She was wondering where you ran off to and thought you might be here. She didn’t sound too pleased.” Bulma interjects, and Gohani’s face paled into a ghostly white.

“Oh no, she's already mad about me going to Namek, I can't imagine what she'll say now that Y/N will be going too! I can already hear her voice, and it’s not going to be pretty.”

Bulma chuckles lightly, trying to ease the tension. “Well, you might want to go now rather than keep her waiting.”

Gohani groans, her earlier excitement overshadowed by the impending confrontation with his mother. “Yeah, I think I’ll go try and see if I can get off easy. See you both in a week! Nimbus!”

A yellow cloud suddenly appears at her call, and Gohani hops on it, instantly speeding off toward her home.

“Well, if you've got nothing else to say then I'l-” 

GRRR

I look over to Bulma with a flushed face. “You wouldn't happen to have any food lying around? I'm starving.”

“Oh now you're demanding food!? What do I look like, a walking vending machine?” Bulma storms off to the back of Capsule Corp and I follow behind her.

“Come on, be hospitable.”

“Why should I be! You killed my friends in cold blood! If you weren't a kid I wou-GRRR?” Bulma holds her head in frustration, clearly me being a kid was the only reason I wasn't just offed of.

“Look I only killed that sword guy! The other two killed themselves trying to kill me! What was I supposed to do?! Disobey orders?!” I shout back, the stress of this and the last couple of days finally getting to me along with every other traumatizing event in my life.

“Yes, why not?!?!” Bulma questions me, tears threatening to fall from her eyes now from the pain of remembering her dead friends, friends that are dead due to my actions. I wasn't used to seeing the aftermath of my actions and I didn't like seeing it.

“I'm sorry for what I did. I promise to do all I can to help bring them back.” I reply, unable to meet her gaze as I fight back my own tears. Bulma takes a moment, her expression shifting from pained sadness to something more complex, as if she only just started truly seeing me.

“Goku is right. You really are just a child,” she sighs, her voice softening. “Come on. I’m sure my mom would love to cook for an alien. But you’d better keep your promise.”

I look up at her, and to my surprise, a small smile creeps onto my face. “Yeah, I’ll do everything I can!”

I follow behind the Earthling and think to myself. ‘This should be simple, right? All I need to do is… persuade my father. Time to plan what I’ll say.’