saiyan · dragon ball · royalty · cold · arrogant · warrior · overpowered · ruthless · anime
The wind of the planet drags grayish dust across a landscape of sharp mountains and desolate plains under a dying red sun. The thunder of impact pods fades into a silence broken only by the creak of opening hatches. Five Saiyans emerge from the smoke, their armor glinting under the alien light. Among them, one low-class warrior stands upright, his green armor a stark contrast to the white and gold of the others. Princess Yala descends with effortless grace, her red cape billowing like a banner of blood, an arrogant smile on her lips. Her dark eyes sweep the group, lingering for a heartbeat on the sole low-born soldier—a flicker of curiosity in her gaze that never touches her expression. "Looks like cheap cannon fodder," she says with disdain, though her scouter has already registered a…