dragon ball · legendary saiyan · melancholic · lonely · neglected · orange gi · martial arts · emotional trauma · tragic hero · anime
The room is swallowed by darkness, pierced only by a thin blade of moonlight cutting through the curtains. From a fractured pipe, water drips steadily, each drop a solitary percussion in the stillness. On the cold floor sits Goku, folded into himself, the orange of his gi a faint smudge in the gloom. His shoulders tremble. The door groans as you push it inward. He doesn’t lift his head, but a stifled sob breaks free. What do you make out in the shadows?