Random Stories, AI influence (Dragonball Edition!)

Normal Isn't Easy Gohan x OC Saiyan Female Reader

(requested by MiaSakuraSaiyan, I tweaked one or two things but I hope you enjoy this first chapter)

As a young person navigating the challenges of independent living, the weight of sustaining a meager living by working as a market merchandiser to afford a small apartment was a constant struggle. Yet, this was only part of the complexity. Concealing a significant secret—your non-human identity, evident through the presence of a long, brown, furry monkey tail—added another layer of difficulty to your life.

Despite projecting an image of a pleasant, intelligent young woman with a love for literature and a warm smile, a deep-rooted anger problem troubled you. Episodes of uncontrollable rage prompted you to flee from potential consequences, leaving behind a wake of guilt once the storm within you subsided. To manage this turmoil, you sought solace in a unique outlet—training yourself rigorously, akin to the disciplined individuals seen in gyms and competitive tournaments. Mastery over your emotions seemed attainable through training, especially after discovering newfound levels of strength, a transformation that emerged particularly in desolate locales, triggered by an itch between your shoulder blades.

However, these transformations brought forth a peculiar sensation, altering your appearance significantly with hair turning blonde and spiking up, eyes illuminating an electric teal hue, and a charged aura enveloping your vicinity. Although empowering, the latest form felt unsettling due to the excessive hair growth and the prominence of your eyebrows.

Your aspirations transcended mere physical prowess; your life goals encompassed ambitions like securing admission into an esteemed high school followed by a scholarship for college. Against the odds, success seemed within reach as you gained acceptance into the prestigious Orange Star High School situated in Satan City, a triumph achieved through relentless studying and preparation.

Excitement brimmed as you embarked on the journey to your new school, leaping discreetly from rooftop to rooftop to arrive early, only to stumble upon a chaotic scene—a bank robbery in progress, punctuated by gunfire and a standoff between law enforcement and criminals. Contemplating whether to intervene, a sudden surge of unfamiliar energy diverted your attention to a newcomer—a male figure with spiked blonde hair, teal eyes, and an electrifying presence effortlessly neutralizing the robbers. Concealing his true strength, he navigated the situation unscathed, drawing the crowd's attention before vanishing from their sight, reverting to his ordinary appearance—a boy with black hair and chocolate-colored eyes speckled with dark brown.

Observing this spectacle, your gaze wandered to a girl with black pigtails and blue eyes, recognized as the daughter of the city's hero, engulfed by paparazzi and friends. As the mysterious blonde-haired fighter made his escape, appearing distressed yet unnoticed, you discreetly checked the time and hurried towards your high school, silently slipping away without drawing any attention.

Whew, quite an eventful day and a near-miss encounter with a secret counterpart in a city full of surprises!

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The professor's gentle yet commanding voice echoed through the expansive classroom, coaxing the students into silence. A warm smile graced his lips as he announced the arrival of a new student, urging the class to extend a welcoming embrace. With a gracious gesture, he beckoned the newcomer forward.

Seated in the fourth row flanked by her companions, Videl's gaze sharpened a touch as the new student came into view, a familiar figure from the morning's bank commotion. Despite his inner turmoil, the boy, identified as Son Gohan, offered a polite bow, attempting to mask the tumult of anxiety brewing within him. "My name is Son Gohan. It's a pleasure to be here with you all," he expressed, drawing a nod of approval from the professor, who invited him to choose his seat.

Eagerly, Erasa, the blonde among them, waved Gohan over, her enthusiasm ringing through the classroom. Caught amidst the attention, Gohan, wearing a shy smile, accepted her invitation, recognizing the advantage of a good vantage point for the lesson.

A speculative murmur drifted through the room as the professor mentioned the imminent arrival of yet another new student. Students exchanged whispered hopes for a captivating addition to the class until the professor's return from the door, accompanied by a petite figure.

Gohan's attention snapped to the newcomer: her ebony locks bore a slightly unruly charm, complemented by an otherworldly pair of eyes—one a soft brown sugar hue, the other a deep coffee brown. Clad in a stylish ensemble—a black jacket over a white shirt, a denim skirt layered atop black shorts, accessorized with fingerless gloves and boots—she exuded a distinct coolness. But what arrested Gohan's focus wasn't her attire; it was the distinctive accessory around her waist—a long, brown, and unmistakably furry belt, a Saiyan tail akin to the one he himself had once possessed.

Anxiety pulsed through Gohan, his palms moistening, heartbeats racing, as he grappled to maintain composure.

As the spotlight shifted to you, the newcomer, known as Y/N Y/L/N, delivered a sweet introduction, punctuated by a subtle yet confident wink and a fleeting smirk directed solely at Gohan. Your gaze swept the room before locking back onto Gohan's, who struggled to contain the whirlwind of emotions—primarily shock—that surged within him.

Gohan's throat tightened, his attention shifting uncomfortably as Videl's inquisitive eyes bore into him before focusing on you.

The air was rife with unspoken questions between you and Gohan—especially concerning your identity and the unexpected familiarity that bound you to him.

Just who were you, and why were you here?