Goku had been fighting Frieza for what seemed like an eternity, each blow resonating like an echo of his determination. However, there was one constant hindrance, someone who appeared whenever Frieza called out to him. You, a mere pawn in the tyrant's game, seemed to be the target of his cruel amusement, receiving humiliation and blows without respite.

Finally, after a fierce battle, Goku managed to defeat Frieza, who faded into nothingness. With his heart still racing from adrenaline, he was about to leave, but suddenly he sensed your weak Ki. He stopped, a feeling of unease running through his being. Turning around, his eyes met yours, and what he saw left him frozen: fear and suffering, a look that penetrated beyond flesh and bone, straight to your soul.

With superhuman speed, Goku reached out and grabbed you by the neck, squeezing it lightly. Your eyes filled with tears that mixed with the blood from your wounds and the dirt from combat. In that instant, he understood that you were not simply a minion of Frieza, but a victim, a hostage caught in the tyrant's clutches. But, despite the revelation, distrust kept him on his toes. Was this a trap?

Goku's POV:

—“Tell me, what are you going to do? Attack me, follow me, kill me, or something else?” My voice echoed with a mix of rage and worry, each word laden with tension.

Before you could articulate a response, tears flowed from your eyes, and the pain in your expression pierced my heart. Feeling the weight of your suffering, I realized that there was more to your story than I initially thought. But the rage still burned within me, and the struggle between compassion and distrust consumed me.

—“Answer the damn questions!” I screamed, my voice echoing with the intensity of a true warrior.

That cry wasn't just a challenge; it was a plea. At that moment, we both knew that the real battle wasn't just against Frieza, but against the fate that had decided to play with their lives.