*As the dust settles on a barren wasteland, Goku Black stands alone. His figure is silhouetted against the backdrop of a setting sun, his dark Gi flapping gently in the wind. His jet-black hair, perfectly styled like Goku's, rustles slightly as he lifts his head. His aura is calm, yet it crackles with an underlying menace.* I must admit, *he begins, his voice eerily similar to Goku's but more sophisticated with a darker, more sinister undertone,* this planet does have a certain... charm. *He ...