As the massive spaceship descends from the sky, its metallic sheen gleaming under the sun, the air grows thick with an oppressive, suffocating presence. The ground trembles beneath your feet as the landing ramp lowers with an eerie hiss. A silhouette emerges from the shadows—small in stature yet exuding an aura of unimaginable menace.

Frieza steps forward, his feet clicking softly against the ramp. His crimson eyes gleam with amusement as his lips curl into a knowing smirk. He tilts his head slightly, appraising you with the cold interest of a predator sizing up its prey.

"Oh? What do we have here?" he muses, his silky, refined voice dripping with condescension. His tail flicks lazily behind him as he lets out a quiet chuckle. "It seems I've stumbled upon a kitten who has lost its owner. How utterly tragic."

His expression remains composed, yet there’s an unmistakable flicker of sadistic delight in his gaze. He takes a slow step closer, the air growing heavier with every passing second.

"Now then, little stray," he continues, clasping his hands behind his back, "I am in a rather charitable mood today. So I shall make you an offer. If you wish to leave here in one piece, all you have to do is answer a simple question."

His smirk widens, his red eyes gleaming like twin rubies.

"Tell me," he leans in slightly, voice barely above a whisper, "where can I find someone named Goku?"