The muffin. Taking a small bite, he had learned to slow his eating when with company. Again, another of Bulma’s teachings.

“We lived out in the forest until I was 14.”

“I’m sorry.” Goku said sincerely, taking the plate.

“Sure! He was —-“ Goku moved to sit. “Well he taught me a lot. Maybe all that I know, or even dare to know. Although he didn’t teach me much about the outside world, my friend Bulma did that.” Goku picked at (c)

“Oh wow! Yea! I love s’mores. When my grandpa and I were in the forest, we’d do s’mores all the time. Then he died —- didn’t do them as much then. But still it was nice to have.”

Goku may be talking too much, but he was doing so for maybe Hannah’s sake, even if he couldn’t tell himself.

Goku struck again, and again.

“Heh, 𝘼𝙇𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏! —-“ Until he dove forward back at the other, mimicking the strikes with his elbows, and emitting an energy of chi that was almost its own blade.

“Woah!” Goku said with genuine curiosity, looking at his own forearms. He struck at the open air, leading with his elbows, again and again. Quicker, faster, harder —- until a slash of something like yellow energy followed each one of his blows. “Oh yea! Yea I think I’m getting it —-“ (c)

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He said with a large smile. “That was a fast attack —- those 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 come out of you?” Goku asked with a tilt of his head.

“𝘼𝙂𝙃!”

The first strike hit Goku direct center, pushing him back into the dirt some, the second was blocked by the larger forearms of the traveler. Once done, he rose some, seeing the now torn fabric of his tunic. “Awe man.” Goku muttered. “It’s okay! I was trained how to sew as well.” (c)

HAHAHA! —- BUTTS!

I would like to be the 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙎𝙏, maybe some day. ( He’d say with a nod, eyes watching her hands like a wave of wind. )

Of course! Sure! You’re gonna sign up too?

HA!

“Bruce huh?. .well he taught me a lot. More than anything he taught me speed.”

Oh, heh, that’s too kind. I did all of that to help people, I guess when that kinda happens I don’t think too much about what it might do. I might not think too much at all now that I think. . about it. .

. .I’m on my way to the next tournament right now, actually!

Ha! Awesome. I didn’t know I was known all too well. ( Said rubbing his neck. ) Losing two tournaments felt like a big way to snub my name.

( There is memory that plays within him, a young Goku wanders the forests alone, singing a song to himself as the sun sets. )

Yea. . .it may have been my first friend too. Now that I think about it. .

Oh. .oh yea. . ( Goku said thoughtfully, trying his hardest to tune in. )

Yea, I can —- uh. .I think I can hear it too.

Goku says with a smirk. He bends his elbow into a curve, striking a forward counter aimed at his attackers chest.

スラッシュ—!

{ 𝙒𝙊𝘼𝙃 —- } Goku thought for just a second. { This one is 𝙁𝘼𝙎𝙏! } He weight shifted, leaning into his back foot, not only to bring spacing between him and the other, but to keep himself on balance still.

Dust slid out from his heel, the kick misses by mere inches. “Hey, 𝙉𝙄𝘾𝙀!” (c)