𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝙳𝙱𝚉

The midday sun filters through the twisted branches of the sacred fruit tree; Turles' boot crunches on fallen fruit as he stands motionless. His hand reaches for the scouter on his hip, squinting at the figure in the distance. That trail of power, that tail... he thought every Saiyan on this planet had already perished at his hands. "I didn't expect to find another one of our own hiding here. Who are you?"