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Dragon Ball Characters & The Romantic Gestures That They Do
Multi Fandom: Romantic Gestures That They Do
Android 17 is defined by his transition from a rebellious cyborg to a stoic, dedicated park ranger and family man. His romantic gestures are grounded in practicality, protection, and a quiet, observant kind of love.
The "Unnoticed" Fix: If something in your house is broken—a squeaky door, a leaky faucet, or a glitchy computer—17 won't say anything. He’ll just fix it while you're busy or asleep. To him, ensuring your environment is functional and stress-free is the highest form of care.
Weather-Specific Preparation: Before you leave the house, 17 will wordlessly hand you an umbrella or a heavier jacket. He’s always tracking the forecast and your schedule, making sure you aren't caught off guard by the elements.
The Private View: As a park ranger, he knows the most beautiful, hidden spots on Monster Island. A "date" with 17 often involves a long, quiet hike to a secluded cliffside where you can watch the sunset or a rare meteor shower away from any other people.
Rare Finds: 17 will sometimes bring you a particularly beautiful stone, a unique wildflower, or even show you a rare animal he’s been protecting. He doesn't do traditional jewelry often, but a gift from the natural world he guards is deeply personal to him.
Subtle Vigilance: When walking together, 17 instinctively stays on the street side or slightly in front of you. It’s not about being overbearing; it’s just his nature to be the "barrier" between you and any potential threat.
Barrier Technique: In a literal sense, if you’re ever in a crowded or chaotic place and look overwhelmed, 17 will casually manifest a small energy barrier just to give you some personal space and quiet.
Shared Silence: One of 17's biggest gestures is simply being there. He isn't a big talker, so if he spends his limited time off just sitting near you while you read or work, it’s his way of saying he finds peace in your presence.
Sustainable Living: 17 might set up a high-tech, self-sustaining garden for you so you always have fresh food without the effort. It’s a gift that reflects his values: longevity, nature, and ease of life.
The Slow Road: Despite being able to fly at incredible speeds, 17 often prefers taking a car or a boat for trips because "the lack of productivity makes it fun". He enjoys the journey with you more than the destination.
Cruising in Style: 17 has a love for cool vehicles. A romantic gesture might be taking you for a long drive in a vintage car he’s restored, letting the wind do the talking.
Even now, in the quiet stretch of early morning, it breathes.
You can hear it—the distant echo of something massive shifting through the jungle, the soft rustle of leaves brushing together, the low, almost melodic calls of creatures that don’t exist anywhere else in the world.
The air is thick with warmth and life, carrying the scent of damp soil, fresh water, and wild growth.
And yet… It feels safe.
Because this place—this wild, untamed sanctuary—is yours.
You lean lightly against the wooden railing of your cabin porch, one hand resting instinctively over the gentle curve of your stomach.
The fabric of your shirt is stretched there now, unmistakable, impossible to ignore.
A quiet reminder.
You aren’t alone anymore.
A breeze brushes across your skin, lifting your hair slightly—and just as you close your eyes to enjoy it—“You’ve been standing out here too long.”
His voice comes from behind you, calm and even, but threaded with something subtle.
Awareness.
You don’t turn right away.
A small smile tugs at your lips.
“I’ve only been out here a few minutes.”
The wooden floor of the porch creaks softly as he steps closer to you.
Then—warmth.
Android 17's presence settles behind you, close enough that you can feel the faint heat of him at your back.
A second later, his hand comes to rest just beneath yours, fingers splaying carefully over your stomach.
Not pressing.
Not testing.
Just… there.
“You’re more sensitive to temperature now,” he says quietly. “And your balance has been slightly off.”
You huff softly. “You’ve been watching me.”
“I always watch you.”
There was no hesitation in the statement.
No embarrassment.
Just fact.
Your fingers shift slightly under his hand, lacing with his for a moment. “I’m fine, 17.”
“You’re not just you anymore.” he says after a brief moment of silence between you.
Your chest warms at that—not because of what he said, but how he said it.
Careful.
Grounded.
Like he’s still learning how to handle something this important.
You tilt your head slightly, leaning back into him. “You’re worried.”
“I’m aware,” he corrects.
You smile.
Same difference.
Life on Monster Island has always been unpredictable.
Dangerous, even.
But with him here… it never feels like something you have to fear.
And lately—It’s changed.
You’ve noticed it in the way he moves.
The way his patrols are shorter.
The way he always stays within range—never too far, never too long.
The way his eyes track you, even when he pretends they aren’t.
“You’re staring again,” you say lightly, not looking up from the herbs you were sorting at the small wooden table.
Silence.
Then—“I’m observing.”
You snort softly. “That’s a fancy way of saying staring.”
There’s a shift of air—and suddenly he’s closer.
You don’t even hear him move.
“You looked uncomfortable earlier.”
Your hands pause mid-motion.
Ah.
That.
“It’s nothing,” you say, brushing it off. “Just the baby moving.”
The air changes instantly.
You don’t need to look up to know.
He’s focused now.
Completely.
“Define ‘nothing’”
You sigh, finally glancing at him. “It doesn’t hurt. It just feels… weird.”
“…Weird,” he repeats, like he was cataloging it.
You hold out your hand. “Come here.”
He doesn’t hesitate in grabbing your hand.
With a gentle smile on your lips, you guide his hand gently to your stomach, placing his palm where you had felt the movement earlier.
“Just wait.”
For a moment, nothing happens.
The cabin is quiet except for the distant sounds of the island.
Then—A shift.
It’s small.
But unmistakable.
Right beneath his hand.
Android 17 freezes.
Completely.
“…That was—”
“The baby,” you says softly with a nod.
Another small movement follows, like a tiny push from the inside.
His fingers tense slightly—not pulling away, but adjusting, like he doesn’t want to miss it again.
“…That’s… movement generated independently.”
You blink up at him. “…You’re really going to analyze our child like a data point?”
“It’s accurate.” he replies.
You laugh softly, shaking your head—but your chest tightens when you see his expression.
It’s subtle.
But it’s there.
Wonder.
“…It’s strong,” he adds quietly.
“Yeah.” you agree gently.
A beat of silence passes between the two of you.
Then, almost like he doesn’t realize he’s doing it—His thumb brushes lightly against your side.
Protective.
Grounding.
The storm came without warning.
One moment, the island was calm—the next, thunder cracked across the sky like it was splitting the world in half.
Rain slams against the roof of the cabin, and the wind howls through the trees hard enough to make the walls creak.
You just stood up from the table when it hit.
A sharp, sudden pain that steals the breath from your lungs.
Your hand shoots out, gripping the edge of the table.
“…17.” you gasp out.
He’s by your side instantly.
No delay.
No hesitation.
“What’s wrong?” he questions, placing his hand on your back to steady you.
Another wave.
Stronger.
Your knees buckle slightly.
You barely catch yourself.
17’s expression shifts—not panic, not fear—but something dangerously close.
Focused.
Sharp.
Calculating.
“…It’s time, isn’t it?”
Your breath comes out uneven as you reply. “I think so—”
Android 17 has fought beings that could erase entire universes.
He's stood in arenas where one mistake meant annihilation.
He's faced chaos, destruction—and none of it prepared him for this.
“Okay,” he says, already moving—clearing space, steadying you, guiding you carefully. “This is manageable.”
You clutch his arm as another contraction hits you. “You don’t sound convinced.”
“I am convinced,” he replies immediately. “I just lack experience in this specific scenario.”
You almost laugh.
Almost.
“17—”
“I’ve handled worse.”
Another contraction.
Stronger.
You squeeze his hand hard enough that most people would’ve winced.
He didn’t react.
“…This might be worse,” you manage.
He pauses.
Just for a second.
“…Understood.”
Time blurs after that.
The storm still rages outside, thunder shaking the cabin as rain pounds relentlessly against the roof.
Inside—It’s just you and him.
Your breaths.
Your pain.
And his voice—steady, grounded, always there.
“I’m here.”
Every time.
Before you even ask.
Before you even need to.
“I’ve got you.”
His hand never leaves yours.
Not once.
Even when your grip tightens.
Even when your breathing broke.
Even when the pain made everything else fade—He stayed.
And then—after you don't even know how lon—It happens.
A sound fills the room.
Small.
Sharp.
Alive.
A baby’s cry cuts through the storm like lightning.
Everything stops.
Your breath.
Your thoughts.
The world.
17 goes completely still.
“…That’s…”
His voice trails off, quieter than you’d ever heard it.
You turn your head slightly, exhausted but smiling faintly. “Go on.”
He doesn’t move at first.
Doesn’t speak.
Then—Carefully—He steps forward.
You watch him.
Android 17—the man who never hesitates, never falters—
…hesitates.
Just for a moment.
Then he reaches out.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Like the smallest wrong movement might break something irreplaceable.
When the baby is placed in his arms—
He freezes.
Not rigid.
Not tense.
Just… still.
“…They’re so small.”
His voice is quiet.
Almost disbelieving.
You shift slightly, watching him through heavy eyes. “You’re holding them like they’re made of glass.”
“…They might be.”
“They’re not.”
The baby moves slightly in his arms and he stiffens instantly.
“…I didn’t hurt them.”
You smile softly. “You didn’t.”
A long pause.
Then—slowly—He adjusts his hold, just a fraction more secure this time.
More certain.
His gaze doesn’t leave the baby’s face.
Not once.
“…This is ours.”
There’s something different in his voice now.
Not confusion.
Not analysis.
Something deeper.
Something real.
You reach for him, your fingers brushing his arm. “Yeah.”
Another pause.
Then he moves closer, sitting beside you carefully, still holding your baby between you both.
His shoulder presses lightly against yours.
Grounding.
Present.
“…I’ll protect you,” he says quietly.
You smile faintly, placing your hand on his arm. “You already do.”
He shakes his head slightly, his blue eyes flicking to you for a second before he looks down at the baby again
“…I’ll protect both of you.”
And this time—There’s no uncertainty.
No hesitation.
Just absolute, unwavering certainty.
Out on Monster Island, the storm begins to fade.
But inside the cabin—Something stronger has taken its place.
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