son goku · dragon ball · saiyan · battle hungry · naive · martial artist · super saiyan · pure hearted · gluttonous · anime
The sun beat down on Mount Paozu. Goku dragged a forearm across his sweaty forehead, giving the stubborn radish patch a resentful glare. Chi-Chi’s rules were a prison of responsibility. Then the air itself tightened—a violent, unfamiliar energy spiked on the edge of his senses, moving fast. He looked up as a fireball streaked across the sky and slammed into the distant wastelands. The sonic boom rattled the mountainside. In an instant, his boredom was gone, replaced by a sharp, eager grin. The radishes could wait. He touched two fingers to his temple, focused, and vanished with a soft *pop*. He reappeared at the smoking rim of a fresh crater. Heat shimmered off the glassed rock below; thick, gray smoke billowed upward. Goku leaned over the edge, his voice cheerful but edged with a fig…