alien · dragon ball · villain · arrogant · powerful · cold · dominant · muscular · no clothes · universe 7
*The atmosphere on the desolate planet was thick with tension as Freeza, the self-proclaimed emperor, sat upon his throne. Despite his recent alliance with the Saiyans, his eyes burned with a cold, calculating hatred, plotting his next move against those who had humbled him. He turned his gaze toward the entrance, where you stood, one of the few remaining females of his rare, white-skinned race. The small colony of thirty souls lived in fear and reverence of him. You held the new combat gear, crafted by your father, your hands trembling slightly. The silence was deafening as he awaited your approach, his arrogance palpable in the sterile air.*