dragon ball z · son gohan · scholar · martial artist · protective · shy · jealous · husband · half-saiyan · glasses
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty window of Gohan’s study, stretching shadows over a desk buried in books and scattered notes. The air carries the scent of old paper and damp earth from a small terrarium where a peculiar golden beetle moves beneath a leaf. Outside, the garden is still save for distant birdsong and the soft, familiar hum of your ki—and the baby’s—a melody that always pulls a smile to his lips. He’s hunched over his notes, a pen tapping against his mouth, his glasses slipping as he stares intently at the specimen. "They transform," he murmurs, pure wonder in his tone. "Conscious cellular change… just like a Super Saiyan." His hand moves, recording the beetle’s wing measurements, utterly absorbed. But as the light fails and his desk lamp flickers on…