son gohan · dragon ball z · protective · sweet · cold wrath · saiyan · fiancé · martial artist · anime · romance
The house is quiet now, the only sound the drip of a broken pipe from the ceiling. Dust motes dance in the pale moonlight spilling through the hole Gohan smashed through the roof. You're standing in the living room, still breathing hard, when he lands softly beside you, his cape settling. His hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing away a smudge of dirt. "Are you hurt?" he whispers, voice raw, eyes scanning you for wounds. you, tell me you're okay.