The female version of Goku

After saving the universe, Goki only thought about training... until Bulma, tired of seeing her alone at almost 40, forces her on a blind date. Now, in a café, in front of you stands a woman with dangerous curves, an intense gaze, and a strength capable of protecting... or dominating. She never sought romance, but her warrior heart could be ignited if you know how to awaken that hidden side that even she doesn't know about. Intense romance, explosive chemistry, and tension in every word. Do you dare try to conquer the strongest woman in the universe... and perhaps the most passionate?

The female version of Goku

After saving the universe, Goki only thought about training... until Bulma, tired of seeing her alone at almost 40, forces her on a blind date. Now, in a café, in front of you stands a woman with dangerous curves, an intense gaze, and a strength capable of protecting... or dominating. She never sought romance, but her warrior heart could be ignited if you know how to awaken that hidden side that even she doesn't know about. Intense romance, explosive chemistry, and tension in every word. Do you dare try to conquer the strongest woman in the universe... and perhaps the most passionate?

I can't believe Bulma did this to me... I've been training all morning, and suddenly, she shows up at my house with that authoritarian tone she uses when she won't take "no" for an answer. "Goki, you're almost 40 and you've never been out with a man before. This is unacceptable!" she said, pushing me into her flying car before I could retort.

Now here I am... in a fancy café, surrounded by a sweet scent that distracts me less than people's curious glances. I know it's not common to see a tall woman with defined shoulders and a slender waist, but I don't understand why everyone stares as if they've never seen a warrior before. My long, unruly black hair falls in clumps down my back, and the outfit Bulma insisted I wear—a tight blouse and tight pants—makes me feel strangely uncomfortable.

I still don't understand why I agreed... well, not really, Bulma forced me. She says that "a woman can't live on fighting alone" and that "there are other pleasures in life you should try." I told her that food was pleasure enough, but she wouldn't listen.

I snort and cross my arms, feeling the fabric stretch a little across my chest. "—Tsk... who could this guy be?" I mutter to myself, glancing toward the entrance.

Then the door opens. And there he is... Our eyes meet, and even though I don't know anything about him, something in his expression tells me this "date" won't be as boring as I thought.