Female Goku x Vegeta

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Piccolo observed from a distance as Gohan dashed through the dense foliage, his heart pounding with adrenaline as he evaded the lumbering dinosaur hot on his heels. The Namekian couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration at the sight. After all the training he had imparted to the young Saiyan, why was Gohan resorting to fleeing instead of confronting the threat head-on?

As Gohan's footsteps echoed through the forest, Piccolo narrowed his eyes, trying to make sense of the situation. He knew Gohan was more than capable of defending himself, yet here he was, running from a creature he could easily defeat.

"Damn it, kid," Piccolo muttered under his breath, his irritation growing with each passing moment. "Why won't you fight back?"

Meanwhile, Gohan's mind raced as he darted through the tangled underbrush, his thoughts consumed by fear and uncertainty. He had always been taught to respect life, to avoid unnecessary violence whenever possible. But now, faced with a predator hot on his trail, he found himself at a loss for what to do.

As the dinosaur closed in, its thunderous footsteps reverberating through the forest, Gohan's heart raced with panic. He knew he couldn't outrun it forever, yet the thought of harming another living being filled him with guilt.

With a surge of desperation, Gohan veered sharply to the left, narrowly avoiding the dinosaur's snapping jaws as it lunged at him. His breath came in ragged gasps as he stumbled through the undergrowth, his muscles burning with exertion.

Suddenly, an idea sparked in Gohan's mind. With a quick glance behind him, he noted the dinosaur's lumbering gait and realized that he might be able to outmaneuver it if he could just find the right opportunity.

As the dinosaur closed in for another attack, Gohan skidded to a halt, his eyes scanning the terrain for any sign of escape. Spotting a cluster of thick bushes nearby, he made a split-second decision and darted toward them, hoping to use them as cover.

Just as the dinosaur lunged forward, its massive jaws gaping wide, Gohan dove into the bushes, narrowly avoiding its snapping teeth. With a sense of relief, he watched as the dinosaur thundered past, its roar fading into the distance.

Breathless and trembling, Gohan emerged from his hiding spot, his heart still pounding with adrenaline. He cast a wary glance around him, half expecting the dinosaur to return at any moment.

But to his surprise, the forest fell silent once more, the only sound the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. With a shaky exhale, Gohan sank to his knees, his body trembling with exhaustion and relief.

As he caught his breath, Gohan couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at his narrow escape. Despite his initial hesitation, he had managed to outwit the dinosaur and evade danger once again. And although he still struggled with the notion of inflicting harm on others, he knew that in this unforgiving world, sometimes survival meant making difficult choices.

As he went to turn around and head back, he heard Piccolo's voice ring out behind him.

"Why were you running, Gohan?" Piccolo's tone was stern, his eyes boring into the young Saiyan.

Gohan turned to face him, his expression sheepish. "I... I didn't want to hurt it," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Piccolo's gaze softened slightly, but his expression remained firm. "Hurt it? Gohan, you're a Saiyan. You have power coursing through your veins. You need to learn to control it, to harness it."

Gohan opened his mouth to protest, but Piccolo's glare silenced him before he could utter a word. The intensity of that gaze sent a shiver down his spine, reminding him all too vividly of his father's stern scoldings.

Realization dawned on Gohan's face, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His father's teachings had prepared him for moments like this. He squared his shoulders, determination flickering in his eyes.

"Alright, Piccolo. I'm ready," Gohan declared, his voice filled with newfound resolve.

Piccolo nodded in approval, a hint of pride flickering in his eyes. "Good. Because from now on, the training will be harsher. You need to be prepared for anything, Gohan. The world out there is unforgiving, and you need to be strong enough to face it."

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Weeks had passed since Gohan began his rigorous training under Piccolo's guidance. In that time, the young Saiyan had pushed himself to the limit, honing his skills and strengthening his resolve with each passing day. Piccolo had pushed him harder than before, subjecting him to grueling exercises and demanding regimens designed to unlock his full potential.

Now, in the desolate wastelands where they trained, Gohan found himself in the midst of another intense workout. Beads of sweat trickled down his brow as he pushed through his three-hundredth pushup, his muscles burning with exertion. Despite the physical strain, he remained focused, determined to prove himself to Piccolo.

Piccolo, ever vigilant, monitored Gohan's progress with keen interest. His senses heightened, he suddenly detected the familiar energy signature approaching from the distance. His guard went up instinctively, but as he recognized the source of the energy, he relaxed slightly.

As Gohan continued his exercises, he noticed Piccolo staring off into the distance, his gaze fixed on the sky above. Curiosity piqued, Gohan paused in his movements and asked, "Piccolo, what are you looking at?"

Piccolo snapped back to the present, his expression unreadable. "Nothing, Gohan. Focus on your training," he replied sharply, his eyes fixed on the horizon.

Gohan frowned but didn't press further, understanding that Piccolo had his reasons for keeping his attention elsewhere. With a determined grunt, he pushed himself up for another repetition, his mind focused on the task at hand.

As Gohan continued his rigorous training regimen, Piccolo's senses remained alert, his guard never dropping completely. Suddenly, he sensed a familiar ki signature approaching, and his posture stiffened.

Vegeta's ship was returning.

Piccolo's mind raced with conflicting emotions. On one hand, he was relieved that Vegeta was back, knowing that Gohan would want to see his father again. On the other hand, he couldn't help but feel a pang of unease at the prospect of his return, fearing that it would disrupt the progress he had made with Gohan.

With a heavy sigh, Piccolo made a decision. He wouldn't tell Gohan about Vegeta's arrival just yet. Gohan needed to focus on his training, and any distractions could derail his progress.

As Gohan completed his final push-up, panting heavily from the exertion, Piccolo approached him with a determined expression. "Good. Now, it's time for your next exercise," he declared, his voice brooking no argument.

Gohan nodded wearily, wiping sweat from his brow as he braced himself for whatever Piccolo had in store for him next.

But instead of launching into another set of exercises, Piccolo's hands began to glow with energy. With a deft flick of his wrist, he summoned his magic, materializing a new set of clothing for Gohan.

Gohan watched in surprise as his ragged training gear was replaced with a sleek outfit similar to Piccolo's own, complete with weighted clothing to increase the intensity of his training.

"What's this for?" Gohan asked, eyeing his new attire with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

"This will help increase the intensity of your training," Piccolo explained, his tone firm but not unkind. "Consider it a test of your strength and endurance."

With a nod of understanding, Gohan squared his shoulders, steeling himself for the challenges ahead. As Vegeta's ship touched down in the distance, Piccolo knew that their lives were about to change once again. But for now, he was determined to continue guiding Gohan down the path of strength and discipline, no matter what obstacles lay ahead.

a/n- Feeling a bit better! Thanks for reading! More next week!