a/n-    I hope you like it!<3

The battlefield was a chaotic storm of energy blasts and deafening roars. Gohan, with his fierce determination, fought valiantly against the relentless forces that threatened the Earth. But amidst the clashing titans, his thoughts were divided, worried for his younger sister, Y/N, who had been caught in the crossfire.

She was brave, trying to help in any way she could, but it had left her vulnerable. A stray energy blast had knocked her down, and now she lay on the ground, injured and in pain. Gohan, seeing her plight, quickly flew to her side and scooped her up in his arms.

"Hang in there, Y/N," Gohan said, his voice filled with urgency. "I'll get you to Dende. He can heal you."

With a burst of speed, Gohan flew to the Lookout, where Dende, the Guardian of Earth, resided. As he landed, Dende rushed out to meet them, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos below.

"Gohan, what happened?" Dende asked, concern etched on his face.

"She got caught in the fight. Please, Dende, heal her," Gohan pleaded, his voice trembling with worry.

Dende nodded, his hands already glowing with healing energy. "Lay her down here. I'll take care of her."

Gohan gently placed Y/N on the ground and stood back, watching as Dende began his healing process. The warm, soothing energy flowed from Dende's hands into Y/N's body, mending her injuries and easing her pain.

Gohan sighed in relief as he saw the tension in Y/N's face begin to ease. "Thank you, Dende. I have to get back to the fight. Take care of her."

"I will," Dende assured him, his voice steady. "Go, Gohan. The Earth needs you."

With one last glance at his sister, Gohan took off, leaving Y/N in Dende's capable hands.

As the healing light enveloped her, Y/N slowly regained consciousness. She opened her eyes to see Dende's focused expression as he worked to heal her wounds.

"Dende?" she whispered, her voice weak.

Dende smiled gently. "You're safe now, Y/N. Just relax. I'm almost done."

As the last of her pain faded away, Y/N felt a wave of gratitude and frustration wash over her. "Thank you, Dende. I don't know what I would have done without you."

Dende finished his healing and sat back, his eyes meeting hers with a kind, understanding gaze. "It's my duty to help. But you shouldn't have been out there. It's dangerous."

"I know," Y/N admitted, her voice filled with a mixture of shame and frustration. "But I feel so useless, Dende. Everyone else is fighting to protect the Earth, and I just... get in the way."

Dende frowned, his heart aching for her. "You are not useless, Y/N. Everyone has their own strengths. Maybe fighting isn't yours, but that doesn't mean you can't help in other ways."

Y/N looked up at him, a spark of hope in her eyes. "What do you mean?"

"I can teach you how to heal, like I do," Dende offered, his expression earnest. "It's a skill that can make a huge difference. You can save lives, just like I saved you."

Y/N's eyes widened with surprise and gratitude. "You'd do that for me?"

"Of course," Dende said with a smile. "You're Gohan's sister, and a friend. I want to help you find your own way to contribute."

Over the following weeks, Y/N trained under Dende's guidance. Each day, she arrived at the Lookout, eager to learn and grow. Dende's lessons were thorough and patient, his hands guiding hers as she learned to channel her energy into healing.

"Focus on the warmth inside you," Dende instructed one day, his voice calm and encouraging. "Feel it flow through your hands and into the wound."

Y/N closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensation Dende described. Slowly, she felt a gentle warmth spread from her core to her hands, and she opened her eyes to see a faint glow surrounding her fingers.

"You're doing it," Dende said, a proud smile on his face. "Keep going."

Y/N looked at Dende, her heart swelling with gratitude and something more she couldn't quite name. "Dende, thank you. You've given me so much. I feel like I'm finally finding my place."

Dende's eyes softened, a smile playing at his lips. "You have a natural talent for healing, Y/N. It's been a joy to teach you."

 Y/N found herself looking forward to their training sessions, not just for the learning but for the time spent with Dende. She admired his strength and gentleness, and his unwavering dedication to protecting the Earth and its people.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N's skills steadily improved. She practiced diligently, even at home, wanting to impress Dende with her progress

One afternoon, Gohan returned home from training to find Y/N in the garden, practicing her healing techniques on a wounded bird. He watched from a distance, a proud smile on his face. As she successfully healed the bird, it chirped happily and flew away.

"You've been working hard, haven't you?" Gohan said, stepping forward.

Y/N jumped, startled by his sudden appearance. "Gohan! I didn't see you there."

"I can see why," Gohan raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin spreading across his face. "Practicing your healing, huh? Trying to impress someone?"

Y/N's cheeks flushed a deep red. "I... I'm just trying to get better."

Gohan chuckled, ruffling her hair. "Sure you are. Just remember to be careful, okay? And if you ever need any tips on impressing someone, your big brother's got your back."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but a small smile played on her lips. "Thanks, Gohan. I'll keep that in mind."

Gohan chuckled. "I think you're already impressing Dende. He talks about how quickly you're learning all the time."

"Really?" Y/N's eyes lit up with excitement and a hint of nervousness.

"Really," Gohan confirmed. "And I'm proud of you too, Y/N. You're finding your own way to protect the Earth."

The day came when Y/N and Dende were called to assist during a major battle. The Earth was once again under threat, and their healing skills were needed to support the fighters.

As they moved across the battlefield, healing the wounded and giving them strength to continue, Y/N felt a sense of purpose she had never known before. She and Dende worked in perfect harmony, their bond evident in the way they seamlessly aided each other.

 But the battlefield was unpredictable, and danger was always close.

An explosion rocked the ground nearby, and Dende's heart lurched with fear. "Y/N!" he called out, panic rising in his chest. He looked around frantically, searching for her amidst the smoke and debris.

"Y/N!" he shouted, fear gripping his heart.

Through the dust and debris, he spotted her, shaken but unharmed. Relief flooded his entire being, and without thinking, he ran to her, pulling her into his arms.

"Y/N, thank the gods you're alright," he breathed, his voice trembling with emotion.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise. "Dende..."

"I was so scared," Dende confessed, his grip on her tightening.

He pulled back slightly, his hands still holding her shoulders. "Y/N, I can't bear the thought of losing you. These past weeks, spending time with you, teaching you... I've realized how much you mean to me."

Her eyes widened, her heart racing. "Dende, I..."

"I love you, Y/N," Dende confessed, his eyes filled with sincerity. "You have brought so much light into my life. Please, stay safe."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, a mixture of relief, happiness, and love flooding through her. "I love you too, Dende."

They stood there, amidst the chaos of the battlefield, holding each other close. In that moment, nothing else mattered. They had found strength and love in each other, and together, they knew they could face anything the world threw at them.