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Chapter 5: Twenty-Three confronts Gohan

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Chapter 5: Twenty-Three confronts Gohan

For days, Android Twenty-three kept her distance, watching Gohan from the shadows like a silent predator stalking its prey. She had been drawn to him since their last encounter, though she could hardly explain why. His strength, his stubbornness, and even his moral righteousness—all of it intrigued her in a way no human or android ever had before. It wasn't just about fighting anymore; it was something else entirely.

Gohan, unaware of her surveillance, had taken refuge in a secluded cave just outside of West City. It wasn't much, just an opening in a rocky hillside, but it provided him with a place to rest and recover from his recent battle with the androids. His body bore the marks of their ruthless attacks—deep bruises, cuts, and a few cracked ribs that made breathing painful. Still, he pushed through the pain, determined to train and grow stronger.

He couldn't afford to be idle. Not with Seventeen and Eighteen continuing their rampage, and certainly not with Twenty-three now in the mix. Her words from their last encounter still echoed in his mind, taunting him with their audacity. The thought of her twisted proposal made his stomach churn, yet a small part of him couldn't shake the intensity with which she had looked at him. It was unnerving.

From her hidden vantage points—usually atop a ridge or nestled in the branches of a tree—Twenty-three observed him closely. He trained relentlessly, his movements fluid yet strained from his injuries. Every punch, every kick seemed to carry the weight of his determination, and despite his condition, he never faltered.

She admired that about him. His resilience. His refusal to back down, even when faced with certain defeat. It was rare to see such fire in a human, especially one as young as Gohan. Most would have given up long ago. But not him.

After several days of watching him train, she grew restless. Lurking in the shadows wasn't her style. She was an android, designed for direct confrontation, not passive observation. More than that, the feeling gnawing at her—this strange pull toward Gohan—was becoming harder to ignore. She had to confront him again, to see if he had reconsidered her offer.

So, on the fifth day, as the sun hung high in the clear blue sky, Twenty-three decided to make her move.

Gohan was in the middle of his morning routine, throwing a series of powerful punches and kicks into the air, when he suddenly saw a familiar someone approaching. His body tensed, muscles coiling as he whirled around to face the intruder. His eyes widened when he saw her descending from the sky, her figure outlined against the bright sunlight.

Android Twenty-three landed gracefully a few meters in front of him, her expression calm but determined. She didn't make any aggressive moves, simply folding her arms as she stared at him with those cool, unreadable eyes.

Gohan immediately dropped into a fighting stance, his fists raised in readiness. "What do you want?" he demanded, his voice sharp, though the exhaustion from days of pushing himself to the limit was evident.

Twenty-three raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Relax, Gohan. I'm not here to fight," she said, her tone smooth and almost playful. "If I wanted to kill you, I would've done it days ago while you were sleeping."

Gohan's frown deepened, but he didn't lower his guard. "Then why are you here? You've been watching me, haven't you?"

She tilted her head slightly, acknowledging his accusation without apology. "Of course. You fascinate me, Gohan. I've never seen someone so determined to throw themselves into battle, even when they're outmatched." She took a step closer, her eyes scanning him up and down with a predatory gleam. "And besides, you've been on my mind since our last encounter. I wanted to see if you'd thought about my offer."