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The golden glow of his aura faded, his blonde hair falling back into its usual black spikes. He panted on his hands and knees, blood trailing from his lips to puddle on the ground.
“You…win,” he said, voice strained. “I…give up…”
He managed to look up from the ground at the man standing over him. The blue spandex, the apparently styled hair that required no product to maintain, the cold eyes.
“You tried, Goku,” the man said.
As he took off and flew away Goku fell to the ground, twitching in his failure. “Damn you…Superman…” he croaked.