Goku x Neko Reader (Part 3)

A/N: The final installation of the Goku x Neko girl saga ヾ| ̄ー ̄|ノ

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You sat under the trunk of a massive tree, pulling your knees up to your chest as you felt the tears finally spilling over. It seemed like it was taking a long time for that woman to just tell him something, so you'd headed back to see if everything was alright and that's when you saw them.

The woman you could only assume was his wife, kissing him as he did nothing to stop her. Then she had the audacity to look right at you before telling him she loved him. What a joke... You thought sadly, knowing in your heart she would most likely only hurt him again.

I can't blame him for choosing her though... She's a normal human and I'm... You put your head down, crying and feeling sorry for yourself. Normally you wouldn't have cared what anyone thought of you, obviously having no choice over how or what you were born as. But you'd really thought Goku was different. You'd trusted him...

I'm such a fool...

"[Y/n]!"

Your ears perked up as you heard Goku's voice calling you, wondering why he would even bother coming after you now that his wife had come back.

"[Y/n] please come out! It's not what you think, I swear!" He shouted, sounding like he was getting closer as you stayed curled in your little ball, your tail tightly wrapped around yourself. 

You knew he could sense different energies, so if he wanted to find you, he most likely could. I... I never thought Goku would do something like that... Maybe I should hear him out... You realized, thinking that your instincts about that woman may have been right. The image of her kissing Goku filled your mind once more as you thought about it, making you cringe as you imagined him really being in love with her.

"[Y/n]..."

You looked up from your hiding place to see the Saiyan standing in front of you, looking uncharacteristically upset as he stared back. He looked so defeated in this moment, you hated to see him like that you thought, knowing that no matter what you wanted him to be happy.

"It's okay Goku..." You said suddenly, surprising him as he remained silent and let you speak. "I don't blame you if you want to put your family back together, really... It's probably for the best."

"What do you mean?"

"I... I mean, look at me Goku!" You shouted, getting angry that no one would just come out and say it. You stood up, wiping a few tears from your eyes before glaring back, knowing that you didn't want to say these words but they just had to be said. "I'm... I'm-"

"I love you [Y/n]."

You froze mid-sentence as you looked up at him, tilting your head in confusion while wondering if you'd heard him correctly. "But, I thought..."

"Chi Chi forced herself on me to try and get me back..." Goku explained quickly, hoping you'd be calm enough now to actually believe him. "I told her I could never love her again because of a lot of things she did... But, most of all... I can't love her because I'm in love with you [Y/n]."

You blinked as you took in all of his words, thinking back to how he had looked while Chi Chi was holding him. He did seem shocked and uncomfortable... You thought, your cheeks heating up as you realized the Saiyan had just confessed his love for you. He really feels the same way...

"So... Do you love me [Y/n]?" Goku asked, smiling slightly as he remembered your interactions from earlier, a slight blush rising to his cheeks as he envisioned continuing those actions in his bed later.

"I do." You answered quickly, your heart jumping for joy as you grinned, wiping your eyes one last time before jumping into his arms.

"Then let's go home."

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A/N: Woooo completed! A nice happy ending for Goku and the adorable neko girl! I just thought about this while making this story, but my OCs and reader characters always seem to end up doing a lot of cooking... Which makes me laugh because their cooking always comes out nice and I am quite possibly the worst cook ever ( ̄□ ̄)

For example...

How I write about cooking:

How I actually cook:

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