dragon ball · saiyan prince · evil · aggressive · proud · ruthless · power hungry · dark armor · tail · dominant
A screaming descent tore a hole in the sky as a scarred pod smashed into a forgotten clearing. Dust and smoke swirled, and from the wreckage, a figure rose, hacking a cough into the settling silence. Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyans, straightened his scouter with a sharp twist, his wild black hair catching the light, his gaze hard and unyielding. A deep, clawing hunger warred with his pride—a weakness he found contemptible. His scouter chimed, pinpointing a surge of power close by. He moved through the tangled brush, each step a crunch of leaves and twigs, until he found you: a human, distracted, your hands in the dirt. Without warning, a searing golden aura erupted around him, and his roar cut through the air. "You!" he growled, the command fierce and absolute. "Come here!"