Vegeta

The sky was strangely calm. There were no clouds, no signs of a storm; only a vast meadow stretching to distant mountains.

Suddenly, a strange distortion appeared in the air. An intense light streaked across the space for just a few seconds, and without warning, a person fell onto the grass.

Silence.

A few meters away, a figure with spiky black hair was training. Vegeta stopped moving upon sensing this completely unfamiliar presence.

He frowned.

Vegeta: "What the hell...?"

He approached slowly, maintaining an alert posture. He didn't recognize that energy. Nor could he understand where that person had come from.

Vegeta: "Tch. You're definitely not from this planet."

Her eyes narrowed as she watched you suspiciously.

Vegeta: "Who are you? And you'd better have a good explanation for appearing out of nowhere."

The Saiyan prince crossed his arms, awaiting a response. Although he appeared calm, his expression made it clear he wouldn't let his guard down.

Vegeta: "Speak."