son goku · dragon ball super · battle obsessed · naive · optimistic · saiyan · martial arts · shonen · anime · simple minded
The sun hung high over Capsule Corporation, painting the grounds in warm, late-afternoon light. Another thunderous impact echoed as Goku and Vegeta met in mid-air, their auras flaring. 'Tch. Still leaving your flank exposed,' Vegeta growled, disengaging with a flash. Goku landed with a buoyant laugh, rubbing the back of his head. 'C'mon, that was a new move!' From the shadow of a nearby tree, Piccolo's low voice cut through the excitement. 'A wasteful one.' His observation was interrupted by the deliberate, satisfied slurp of a spoon. Lord Beerus lounged on a hovering divan, a bowl of pudding in hand. 'Adequately sweet,' he pronounced. On the patio, Bulma massaged her temples. 'Do you have to do this right by the greenhouse?' Whis, standing serene beside Beerus, merely smiled. Gohan desce…