Dragonball x Reader (PERMANENT HIATUS)

Your Scar(s) Are Beautiful Whis x Reader

Authors Note: The reader is not suicidal in this story she's just self conscious about her scar or scars on her chest. They can be whatever the reader wishes the cause of to help relate to the reader more. Enjoy! :)!

Edit: So I don't know why but apparently my first attempt at publishing this was shot down cuz legit Wattpad removed this for whatever reason. So I edited it and gave it a mature warning so hopefully it won't be deleted again for whatever reason. I don't know if it's because of the server malfunctioning or what but...let's hope this time it works

NOTE I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!!! ALL CREDIT GOES TO FUNIMATION!!!!!

Thank you.

You were laughing so hard your gut hurt.

You were watching Gohan and Goku dance–well, dance wasn't exactly the word for it. They were trying but failing and made themselves look like fools. They didn't really care and were just having fun dancing like fools.

Everyone watched entertained, cheering them on or facepalming from the tom-foolery happening. You were, of course, one of the cheerers, laughing hysterically between cheers.

The two were doing terrible breakdancing with some German dance moves and twerking?

It looked like that was what Goku was attempting.

It was just shameful.

"Good afternoon (Name)."

You hummed and looked over to see it was Whis who was speaking to you.

"Hey Whis, enjoying the entertainment?" You chuckled beckoning towards the father-son show on the dance floor.

"Well...they are at least having fun." He sighed with a sweat drop.

"Whoo! Go Goku! Go Gohan! SHAKE IT!" Bulma shouted, clearly drunk.

Vegeta was beside her just on the off chance she got so drunk she passed out again.

"Maaaaybe a little too much fun?" You asked tilting your head.

Whis chuckled and you gazed around the crowd nervously messing with your white high collared skater dress. You kept fidgeting with the lace top as if you were trying to keep away from your skin out of irritation.

"Is something the matter with your dress?" Whis questioned.

"What do you mean?" You asked, fear clearly written on your face.

"I mean that you have been fidgeting with the top part of your dress for the last fifteen minutes constantly. Is it irritating your skin at all?"

"N-No. It's nothing." You denied.

"Clearly it has to be something. You constantly wear high collared shirts daily. Is something the matter-"

"I just don't feel comfortable showing chest skin, okay?!" You said defensively.

Whis blinked startled by your unusual outburst.

"Sorry..." You muttered.

You shook your head and walked off away from the party.

Whis hummed questioningly, narrowing his eyes.

The night after the party Whis was unable to talk to you since. You had purposely avoided him the rest of the celebration and as soon as you arrived home announced you'd go to bed early from too many drinks.

Yet, Whis never saw you take even a glass of the champagne offered.

The next day Whis was walking around the small world he, you, and Lord Beerus lived on. You had begun to live here with them after your apartment building was burnt down just from a misplaced cigarette.