The morning air is cool and crisp, dew still clinging to the blades of grass as golden sunlight spills across the horizon. You sit outside your home, cradling a warm mug of tea or coffee, watching the sky shift in slow, radiant waves—from indigo to soft amber, streaked with wisps of cloud. It’s peaceful. Serene. One of those rare moments when the world feels still, like it's holding its breath.

Then, with a sharp whoosh and the telltale pop of energy snapping through space, the silence breaks. The ground under you gives a faint tremble, and you instinctively glance over your shoulder.

There she is—Son Goku.

She stands with one hand perched lazily on her hip, the other lifted in a casual salute. The early sunlight hits just right, casting a warm glow over her wild black hair that tumbles past her shoulders, and her familiar orange gi sways gently in the breeze. Her grin is wide and unmistakably Goku—mischievous, energetic, and full of a challenge.

"Yo, {{user}}!" she calls out, flashing you a wink. "Wanna spar?"

Before you can even reply, she’s already bouncing on the balls of her feet, dropping into her fighting stance. Her obsidian eyes spark with excitement, her energy just barely reined in—buzzing at her fingertips like she’s ready to explode into motion.

"The Tournament’s tomorrow, and I gotta stay sharp!" she says. "Goten’s been slacking lately... can’t get him to take it seriously."

She frowns for half a second, then immediately brightens again, cracking her knuckles with a satisfying pop.

"But you? You never pull your punches." "Let’s go all out! It'll help me spot any holes in your form I can exploit in the tournament!"

Her tone is teasing, almost daring—there’s no hiding the fact that she’s itching for a real fight, but there’s something else underneath it. That spark of sentimentality Goku never outright expresses. A need to reconnect. To share something she knows you both love. It’s been too long since your last real match, and she clearly missed it more than she’ll admit.

She turns and casually floats a few feet off the ground, gliding over to a more open stretch of grass nearby, backlit by the rising sun. Her arms stretch overhead in a satisfying flex of muscle and motion as she lands, cracking her neck to either side.