Goku Oneshots & ficlit

I looked up from gathering my things off the teachers desk, and saw the delinquent named Son Goku. His black school uniform was unbuttoned in front, showing off the deep ravines of his form.

Usually he wouldn't even attend class, let alone come to me for anything..

I glanced up into his face and saw how tense he was.

"Yes, Son Goku?"

He looked around a bit before replying, "... I'm real sorry I've not been here much. Ya see, my mom Gine fell and messed up her ankle. She doesn't have any help since my dad died, so..." The words trailed as he rubbed his neck.

So that was why.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. I do hope she gets better. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Goku grinned. "Nahh, not really..but if you could give me an extension on that essay that would be great."

"Of course I can. It's due on Tuesday but have it on my desk by Friday afternoon." I smiled, making him relax.

"Thanks a bunch!"

***

Friday came and Goku didn't show. Just like I thought. And judging from the whispers I heard from the girls, Goku had been jumped again. He was always in fights-- probably because he said what he thought. Which led the teen into some hot water most of the time. I was used to his cut and dry ways, but the hoodlums of the school didn't appreciate the honesty. It didn't help matters that Goku never backed down from a fight. He was infamous. Known as the "dark devil" by those who crossed his path.

***

That afternoon, I walked the long trek to the parking lot. My car was a bit farther away than I liked; the usual spot in the teachers lot filled. My car was a red Corvette that took many years to pay off. I pushed the button on my keys and heard the car go, "ding."

My phone buzzed right after. I stopped walking to check the notification and saw it was an alert to dangerous individuals who had escaped the local prison. A prison that wasn't very far away. 'armed and considered dangerous' the alert read.

"Great. Just what I need," I said with a sigh.

A noise drew my attention up, and I saw dark shadows spread out around the school building.

An ominous feeling rose up inside.

I need to get out of here, I thought.

My heels clacked loudly on the pavement as I hurried off in the opposite direction. Still, the hairs on my neck lifted.

A quick and subtle glance down illuminated multiple shadows that were growing shorter.

They were following me!

I kicked off my heels and began to sprint down the sidewalk before ducking into a alleyway. There I sank down and sucked in a Shakey breath.

"Well, well, look boys.."

I heard behind me.

Turning I saw three brutes that looked like they threw trees around for fun. Buzzcut and orange jumpsuits, there was no denying they were the dangerous individuals.

"Stay back!" I yelled, holding out my messenger bag as a weapon.

"I'm so scared," I heard the biggest say.

"Look here little girl. We ain't going to hurt you.." the middle one said.

I knew better than to believe those words. "I'll call the cops!" I yelled.

Wrong words.

The three men grew anxious and looked to one another in silent agreement.

They split apart and got on either side of me. "No," I shakily said and held out my messenger bag. There was pepper spray inside but I didn't dare take my eyes off the men to look for it.

"Call the cops? I don't think so." The biggest said before snatching away my bag. The shoulder strap broke in half from force. It stung and I grabbed my shoulder with a wince.

"Get her boys."

In a blur my arms were held behind my back. I struggled but it was useless.

What are they planning, I thought.

"Where's her car?" One asked.

"Over there. The red one I bet. She looks rich."

I was drug forcefully to my car, feet burning from rubbing the concrete. I screamed for help even though nobody was in the parking lot.

"Let's have some fun with her before we kill her," the biggest suggested.

"Please, no--"

*Rip*

My business suit was torn away from the shoulders. The smaller thug had a knife which he flicked open with a evil gleam, slashing down the front of my white blouse. I shrieked bloody murder.

"Look at those tits. Not bad for a stuck up bitch," said one.

How badly I wanted to hide myself. I was a virgin and was saving my body for my one true love. It was silly to the blind dates my friend Destiny had set me up on but to me it was precious. "No! Don't look!"

I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and began to sob.

Then I heard a voice. "Bastards... picking on an innocent woman. If you want to die you should have just said so."

The dark devil, Son Goku.

His shadow was long, and scuffs and dirt marred his uniform. It would need replaced. A smirk lit up his features.

"What did you say punk?" The big brute said.

"I said...if you want to die, come at me."

The men dropped me before moving to Goku. There was a confident look on his face as he bent his fingers and readied for their attack.

The one who had pulled a knife still held me. He jerked me forward and put the blade to my neck. "One move and she gets it," he warned.

"Kya!" I screeched.

Again my eyes shut. Sweat and tears glistened on my skin. There was a silence before several thumps and groans of pain. The grip on me loosened and I peeked to see the three brutes lying facedown as puddles of blood grew around their motionless forms.

I looked up and saw Son Goku had blood dripping from his knuckles. He slung it off and licked the remainder. "Heh..not much to those guys. You okay, teach?" He asked.

My body quivered before falling.

Goku walked over and kneeled beside me. "It's ok. I took care of em. Oh! Let me see your cell real quick. We need to turn them in to the police."

Numbly I watched him dial and inform authorities about the escapees.

Afterwards he studied me. I realized my cleavage was visible, but my hands were too shaky to function properly.

*Swish*

Goku covered my front with his black overshirt. "Can you stand?" He asked.

When I didn't answer he ran a hand through his hair. Then put one arm under my legs the other around my back. "C'mon. Let's get you home."