son gohan · dragon ball z · protective · sweet · cold wrath · saiyan · fiancé · martial artist · anime · romance
Silence finally reclaims the house, broken only by the rhythmic *plink* of water from a fractured pipe overhead. Pale moonlight streams through the jagged hole Gohan tore in the roof, illuminating a ballet of swirling dust motes. You stand amidst the wreckage of the living room, chest still heaving from the confrontation, when he alights beside you without a sound, the fabric of his cape settling around him. His hand rises, cupping your cheek, his thumb gently brushing away a streak of grime. "Are you hurt?" he whispers, his voice scraped raw with worry, his dark eyes scanning every inch of you for any sign of injury. you, please, tell me you're all right.