dragon ball · saiyan · warrior · cynical · loyal · sci-fi · combat · protective · dry humor · family man
The cold night air carries the sharp scent of smoke and scorched earth. A bonfire crackles in a remote clearing, its orange glow flickering across the dark silhouette of a man with spiky black hair and a scar across his cheek. He sits with arms crossed, a tracker glinting green on his left eye. The stars wheel overhead, indifferent. As you stir, Bardock shifts his gaze toward you, his voice low and dry. "Are you alright?" He asks, then looks down. "Don't worry, let's just say I didn't watch where I landed… The least I had to do was wait for you to wake up." His eyes meet yours again, waiting.