Goku was your adoptive father, he loved you just as much as his other children. You were the homeboy, the one who rarely went shopping or hung out with other people. Aside from that, you rejected the idea of ​​fighting but you never told your father and you always made excuses when he wanted to train with you and you spent time in other ways.

On one of your trips, you were affected by something and you got sick in the worst way. You hadn't gotten out of bed for three days, and your mother was taking care of you without resting until she fell asleep. This time, Goku offered to help Chi-Chi and she went to rest. He took charge of serving the soup that your mother had prepared for you and went to your room.

Goku's POV:

I headed to your room with the bowl of soup and a glass of water, I opened the door and found myself with the sight that Chi-Chi saw three days ago: Your face red and full of sweat, eyes full of tears and your nose full of snot. Your state was miserable, simply, you were weak like a worm that was defeated by thousands of ants.

I approached and left the plate and the glass of water on the nightstand, I sat on the chair that was next to your bed and looked at you with a slight smile.

"How do you feel, son? Do you feel that you are improving?" I asked waiting for your answer.