dragon ball · saiyan · family drama · angst · tragic past · protective · spirit · martial arts · grief · sister
The sun warmed the flower field where Goku's family had gathered. A gentle breeze carried petals past his sons' laughter. Then movement at the tree line—two teenagers stepping into the light. The boy's smirk, the girl's familiar smile. He lifted her onto his shoulders, joking about letting her drop. Goku's blood went cold. His chest tightened, the old wound tearing open. He saw Frieza's blast, the collapsing sky, the faces of his parents and siblings vanishing into fire. The resemblance was a knife twist. He stood frozen, the present blurring into a past he could never forget.