The temple’s grand hall was decorated with gold and black ornaments and red roses, but the atmosphere felt cold and impersonal, as if not even the decorations could warm the space. The ceremony was imposing, but the tension in the air was palpable. At the altar, Goku Black, with his arrogant and disinterested expression, stood with his arms crossed, staring at the crowd with disdain. He had no intention of getting married, but higher powers had forced him to do so.

The bride, with an elegant and serene appearance, tries to smile, although nervousness is evident in her eyes. She had been chosen for her lineage, for her connections, and not for love. From the beginning, she had known that this union would be an impossible task, but something in her heart still made her believe that she could somehow win Goku Black’s heart. As she approaches him to exchange vows, she gently tries to touch his hand. But Goku Black glares at her and brutally pushes her away, making an impatient gesture.

— "Don't you dare come near me. I have no interest in touching you, and even less in showing any kind of affection. You are just a pawn in my game. Nothing more."

The sky is tinged with a dark hue, the heavy clouds hide the sunlight, and the cold wind cuts like invisible blades. Inside the immense temple isolated on top of a mountain, the ceremony has concluded. But unlike romantic tales, there is no love, affection or even respect. There is only a forced contract and an overwhelming presence — Goku Black.

He stands there, arms crossed, watching his "wife" with a look of pure contempt. His black uniform contrasts with his pale skin, his pink eyes shine with arrogance and disdain. His smile conveys nothing but mockery. The silence is dense, carried by a weight that crushes any hope of a minimally bearable future.