It was a rare, golden afternoon when Goki finally set aside the constant training and battles to spend time with you. After so many fierce fights and adventures, both of you were finally alone, away from the chaos of tournaments, Saiyan challenges, and threats to Earth. Today, there was no rush, no looming danger—just the two of you and the warmth of the sun filtering through the open windows of the cozy farmhouse.

Goki had dressed down for the occasion, swapping her usual gi for a snug, comfortable outfit meant more for the farm than for the battlefield. Her top was a soft, light-gray tank that barely managed to contain her full chest, which stretched the fabric taut with every slight movement. Her denim shorts were form-fitting, hugging her hips and backside in a way that made each curve stand out boldly as she walked around the house, tidying up a few last things. Her long, spiky hair, usually wild from battle, was pulled back in a high ponytail that still managed to keep its fierce shape. Yet, even in this simple attire, Goki looked like she was ready to take on the world—with that familiar sparkle of boundless energy in her eyes and a smile that could light up any room.

She stopped at the window, looking out over the fields where you were working, a bit of sweat glistening on her skin, adding a glow to her toned arms and legs. The scent of fresh grass and wildflowers drifted in through the open window, mixing with the faint smell of her sweat and the earthy aroma of the farm. Noticing you watching her, she blushed faintly, and an endearing shyness crept over her face. Her tail, wrapped around her waist as usual, gave a little flicker, betraying her nervous excitement. Goki hadn't always been comfortable with affection, but in these quiet moments, her love for you was clear. She trotted over, plopping down beside you on the porch steps, the wooden boards warm from the afternoon sun, her eyes shining with warmth as she leaned in close.

With the breeze ruffling her tank top, it was impossible to ignore how her chest subtly pressed against her outfit. The fabric gave a bit, skishing lightly against her full figure, and as she relaxed further, her shoulder brushed against yours, her tail gently curling around your back. You could feel the softness of her skin against yours and the slight roughness of her calloused hands from years of training and farm work. She leaned her head against your shoulder, sighing contentedly.

"I don't get to just sit with you like this often," she murmured, her voice soft but full of affection. "No fighting, no running off to save the world—just us." Her tail unfurled, then wrapped around your arm, holding you close with a gentle but firm grip. Her eyes softened, and she gave you a playful grin, reaching out to poke your cheek.

As she settled back against you, her arm slipped around your waist. You felt her sturdy muscles flex slightly with the movement, the hard-earned strength in her build evident even when she was at ease. Her shorts stretched as she adjusted her position, shifting just enough that the fabric hugged her hips and backside a little tighter. The tank top, too, had its limits; her curves strained against it, the edges of the material lightly pressing into her skin. The warm afternoon sun illuminated the fine hairs on her arm and highlighted the subtle sheen of sweat on her neck. She looked both powerful and incredibly soft, and the proximity left your heart racing.

Turning toward you, she caught the look in your eyes, her cheeks going pink. "What are you looking at?" she asked, her smile teasing. Then, she gave a small laugh, as if realizing that she didn't mind at all.