Dragon Ball One Shots!

Home-Child Gohan x Child Reader

You were walking down the street of your poverty-ridden town, admiring its dullness. To be fair, you had learned to grow fond of it over the past few months. You weren't from this town, but you often overheard stories of how it was destroyed, and how now it was populated by children who were often sought after like prey animals. Nevertheless, you blended in well, and when asked, you went with the town's story.

Your admiration was interrupted by two kids poking at another with a stick.
"He's dead."
Muttered the boy. At this your limbs grew stiff and your heart started pounding. You slowly scooted in for a closer look. There, lying on the beach, was a roughed up little boy, completely unconscious, wielding only a backpack and a sword. You turned to the other kids, who were too busy trying to steal his belongings. All of a sudden the boy stood.
"Hey...that's my sword..."
And with that he collapsed again.

While the children insisted on letting him stay with them, you decided to keep him at your house. After all, you were a little more educated on first aid than the normal child. Despite the survival skills of the kids in the town, you came from a family who hammered medical books in your head. Your father was an orthopedist and your mother was a pediatrician. You say was because, well, one day, this odd, spiky haired being showed up in a pod near your house. Your father went out to investigate, and he never returned. Your mother became a completely different person after that. She quit her job, started drinking, and eventually got to the point where she wanted to physically harm you. You finally decided to branch off on your own, and came across this little ghost town.

The boy started to sit up. He slowly rubbed his eyes and placed a hand on his forehead. After coming into realization, he shook his head and looked at you. You then realized he was a rather cute boy, despite the bruises and scrapes. His dark messy hair, his beaming eyes, his perfect skin, he was simply gorgeous! You hid a blush behind your arm and then smiled softly at him.
"W-where am I? Who are you?"
He asked weakly.
"I'm Y/N. You washed up on the beach so I brought you here. Your belongings are over there. But stay as long as you'd like!"
You pointed over to his bag and sword, and his eyes followed. He began to relax and allow his eyes to wander about the abandoned room.
"I'm Son Gohan, it's nice to meet you."
He gave you a small smile. You returned the smile and went into the kitchen to fix him some water. You also brought back a bag of ice. You propped the boy up on a pillow and placed the ice on his head, protected by a cloth. This seemed to sooth some of his pain.
"Wow, you seem to know a lot of first aid!"
Gohan chuckled. You smiled and nodded.
"My parents were in the medical field. My dad was an orthopedist and my mom was a pediatrician."
His eyes widened gleefully.
"That's awesome! I want to be an orthopedist. In fact, I probably need to be studying right now. But hey, where's your parents?"
You freeze for a second, and then sigh.
"Gohan, it's honestly a long story. My father was killed by a spiky haired alien and my mother became a totally different person after the fact. I ran off to find better, and ended up blending into this society."
You then went on to tell him the story about the town. Right as you were finishing, you heard the screaming of children. You quickly jolted and grabbed Gohan. The startled boy looked at you wide eyed.
"Hey! What're you-"
You cut him off.
"Gohan I'm sorry, I'll explain later,  but for now we have to go!"
The two of you ran for safety.

As night time approached, you were cooking dinner over a fire. Garden grown vegetables and wild game caught by your child neighbor. You served Gohan a plate and he instantly inhaled it. You giggled.
"Wow, Gohan, you must be hungry!"
His cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, I don't usually eat like my dad but I've been on my own for so long I guess I've lost some of my good habits."
He laughed it off.
"On your own?"
You questioned.
He paused for a second, and then began to speak.
"Well, you see. My dad got killed too..and I got sent off with Mr. Piccolo to train for those "spiky haired aliens." They're apparently really strong and they want me to help fight them. But I tried to escape from Mr. Piccolo's island and ended up here."
He then went on to tell you about his family and his crazy adventures. When he finished, a tear slipped down his cheek.
"Really Y/N, I just want to go home."
You looked into the boy's dull, saddened eyes and felt a familiar feeling. You slowly slid your hand on top of his and rubbed it with your thumb.
"Don't worry Gohan, I will help you get home."