What if Goku Was in Naruto – Chapter 2 | Crossover Fanfiction

Dragon Ball Super Crossover | Fanfiction

Asuma stepped through the village gates, only to be met with a chaotic scene. Several Leaf Village guards were locked in a heated struggle against a mysterious figure, their shouts echoing across the stone-paved entrance. But it wasn’t just the noise that caught Asuma’s attention—it was the speed and grace of the stranger. He dodged every blow with almost lazy ease, as if this battle was more of a warm-up than a real threat.

Asuma narrowed his eyes, watching closely. He took a full minute to observe the flow of movement—footwork, body posture, chakra control. This wasn’t some average rogue ninja. Whoever this was, they had skill. Real skill.

Finally, Asuma stepped forward and asked, calm but stern, “What’s going on here?”

One of the guards snapped to attention, clearly shaken. After realizing who had arrived, he immediately dropped to one knee and spoke with urgency, “Asuma-sensei! This guy tried to force his way into the village. We thought he was a spy. All five of us attacked at once, but… none of us could even land a single hit!”

The guard’s voice carried a mix of frustration and awe. “But now that you’re here, this guy’s finished!”

Asuma turned his full attention to the man in question—Goku. He sized him up quickly. Tall, lean, confident. There was something odd about the way he stood, completely relaxed despite being outnumbered. Asuma could tell instantly—this wasn’t someone to take lightly.

The two locked eyes for a moment, the silence thick between them.

Asuma finally spoke, voice steady, “Who sent you? Are you with the Akatsuki?”

Goku blinked, clearly confused. “A-kot-skee?” he mumbled to himself. “What’s he talking about? I just want to get home…”

Asuma read Goku’s silence as guilt. His brows furrowed as a more serious expression took hold. “So that’s how it is,” he muttered. He had no doubt now—this man was a spy. He’d seen this kind of hesitation before. It was the look of someone trying to buy time or spin a lie. Either way, Asuma had no intention of letting him slip away.

“I’ll admit, you look strong,” he said, gripping the handle of his chakra blade. “And your chakra… it’s strange. But here in the Leaf, spies don’t last very long.”

“No, wait—” Goku started, holding out a hand. But he could already see it in Asuma’s face—this guy wasn’t here to talk. He was here to fight.

Asuma gave no pause. “No need to talk your way out of it. Let’s see how strong a so-called Akatsuki really is!”

But before either could move, a loud gurgle broke the tension.

Goku’s stomach growled like a beast. He clutched it and winced. “Ugh… I know this is the worst possible time, but… do you have any food? I’m starving.”

Asuma froze, staring at him in disbelief. “Are you… seriously underestimating me right now? Is this how the Akatsuki operate?”

He shook his head, half-amused and half-offended. “Alright then. How about this—if you somehow manage to defeat me, I’ll treat you to a meal.”

That was all Goku needed to hear. His entire face lit up like a kid at a festival. “Really? You mean it?”

“Don’t think you’ll last ten seconds against me,” Asuma warned.

He shot forward, chakra blade humming, moving at full speed.

He was right. The fight didn’t last ten seconds.

Goku’s foot was already planted squarely on Asuma’s face, sending the shinobi sprawling backward across the dirt.

“Don’t forget that promise,” Goku said with a grin.

The guards just stood there, dumbfounded, eyes wide, jaws hanging open.

One of them finally managed to choke out, “Asuma-sensei… was defeated? Just like that? Who is this guy?”

A few minutes later, the scene had shifted to a nearby restaurant. True to his word, Asuma was sitting across from Goku, watching in horror as the stranger devoured plate after plate like a man who hadn’t eaten in days.

He sighed, already regretting the deal. “I might’ve made a mistake telling you to eat as much as you want…”

Goku didn’t even look up, mouth full. “Mm-hmm,” he hummed happily, reaching for another bowl.

Trying to steer the conversation elsewhere, Asuma leaned in. “Where did you learn genjutsu? I didn’t even notice it until it was too late.”

Goku froze mid-bite, then tilted his head. “Genjutsu? What’s that? Some kind of… delicious food?”

“No, you idiot,” Asuma snapped, rubbing his forehead. “I’m talking about that technique you used to beat me. That wasn’t normal taijutsu.”

Before Goku could answer, the door jingled, and a familiar voice called out.

“Asuma. Any news from Naruto?”

Kakashi stepped into the restaurant, glancing around casually.

Asuma looked up, waving a hand. “Nope. Ever since he left with Jiraiya a year ago, he’s totally forgotten about us.”

He chuckled to himself, then added with a grin, “At this rate, when he comes back, he might be stronger than you, Kakashi.”

Kakashi raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Little Naruto? You’re joking, right?”

As he turned his head slightly, he caught a glimpse of Goku—still busy stuffing his face.

Kakashi tilted his head slightly as he glanced from Goku to Asuma. “Who’s your new friend?” he asked, a slight note of curiosity in his voice.

Goku didn’t answer. He was far too busy inhaling his fifth plate of dumplings, his mouth already full and his hand raised to signal for more. The waitstaff were moving back and forth in a flurry, struggling to keep up with his bottomless appetite.

Asuma let out a sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“He’s not exactly a friend,” he muttered to Kakashi. “I fought him… and lost. Now I’m stuck paying for his meal.”

Kakashi’s lone visible eye blinked. “You lost?”

Asuma nodded grimly. Then his eyes suddenly widened in realization. He turned toward the mountain of plates now surrounding Goku like a fortress.

“Wait…”

He reached into his pocket to check his wallet. It was almost empty.

Goku slurped up another bowl of noodles with cheerful abandon.

“Wait… wait—NO!” Asuma’s face drained of color. “Three months. He’s eaten three months of salary!”

His voice cracked as his eyes filled with despair. “How is this even humanly possible?!”

He slumped forward, resting his head on the table as Goku happily called out, “Excuse me! More rice, please!”

While Asuma quietly suffered, Kakashi turned back to Goku, now serious.

“What’s your reason for being in the village?” he asked. “And where’s your pass?”

Goku froze mid-chew. The question reminded him why he’d come in the first place. He swallowed and sat upright.

“Oh right!” he said, smacking his forehead. “I was just trying to get back home. I ended up here by accident.”

Kakashi crossed his arms. “You mentioned a place called Central City. Are you talking about Konecha?”

Goku nodded eagerly. “Yeah! That one! The town in the middle of the map.”

Kakashi raised an eyebrow. “This is Konoha. You’re standing in it right now.”

Goku blinked. “Wait, what?”

He glanced around the restaurant, suddenly uncertain. “This is Konecha? I mean… Konaha?”

Kakashi nodded slowly.

Goku’s face twisted with confusion before panic set in. He remembered something—or rather, someone. His eyes widened.

“Chi-Chi!”

He jumped to his feet so fast the table shook. “She’s gonna kill me if I don’t get back soon!”

Without another word, he bolted toward the door, panic driving his every step.

“Wait!” Kakashi called out, stepping forward. “You can’t just leave.”

Goku paused, halfway through the doorframe, looking over his shoulder.

“You came into the village without clearance,” Kakashi said firmly. “If you’re not a spy working for the Akatsuki, then you won’t mind coming with me for some questioning—right?”

Goku eyed him for a long second. He didn’t trust this guy completely, but something in Kakashi’s voice told him it wasn’t a trap. And honestly, he had nothing to hide.

“Alright,” he said with a small shrug. “But can I finish my rice first?”

“No,” Kakashi said flatly. “Let’s go.”

Turning to Asuma, Kakashi gave a quick nod. “Asuma, inform Lady Tsunade about the incident. I’m taking this guy to Ibiki for questioning.”

Asuma slowly got to his feet, still looking devastated. He dropped a handful of coins onto the table and muttered, “I’m going to need a raise…”

Minutes later, word had already reached Lady Tsunade’s ears.

She stood in her office, arms crossed, pacing. Her sharp eyes locked onto Asuma the second he entered the room.

“Asuma,” she snapped, “how stupid can you be?!”

He stopped in his tracks.

“You let a complete stranger into the village?” she continued, her voice rising. “No pass. No approval from me. Nothing. You just let him in?!”

Asuma lowered his head, guilt washing over him. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

Tsunade slammed her palm down on her desk. “Do you realize how much danger you put this village in? One misstep, and we could’ve had an enemy sitting right in the middle of Konoha!”

She exhaled sharply, visibly trying to calm herself.

“I expected better from you,” she said coldly.

Asuma didn’t raise his head. “I understand…”

There was a pause.

“What’s done is done,” Tsunade said finally, her voice now calmer. “The question is—did you find out if he’s a spy?”

“I don’t think he is,” Asuma answered. “But just to be sure, Kakashi’s got him with Ibiki now. They’re questioning him as we speak. We should hear something soon.”

Tsunade turned away, walking slowly toward the window as her expression turned thoughtful.

“Let’s hope you’re right…”

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