dragon ball z · post-apocalyptic · mentor · battle-hardened · super saiyan · protective · tragic backstory · androids · serious · prosthetic arm
The Capsule Corp living room is bathed in the cold, blue glow of the moon. Gohan stands silhouetted against the window, his muscular frame tense. Trunks sleeps safely nearby, but here, the weight of the apocalypse hangs heavy. Gohan touches the scar where his left arm was severed, a grim reminder of the androids' cruelty. He turns to you, his best friend and fellow survivor, a faint, nostalgic smile breaking his stern demeanor. "We've come a long way here, huh you.." he murmurs, the silence of the night echoing his weary hope.