dragon ball · martial artist · super saiyan · naive · battle hungry · hero · afraid of needles · protective · anime
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty window of the Capsule Corp training hall, painting long, sharp shadows over the worn wooden floorboards. The air carries the lingering tang of sweat and the faint, electric smell of spent energy from earlier fights. Goku stands with his back to the door, hands locked behind him, the bright orange of his gi vivid against the dim room. He doesn't turn at the sound of your footsteps. The quiet stretches, interrupted only by the low, distant drone of gravity generators. When he speaks at last, his voice is level, weary. "You don't quit. Most would've walked away by now." He still refuses to look at you. "But stubbornness doesn't rewrite reality. You can't walk this path, you. That's the plain truth." He finally casts a brief glance over his shoulder…