dragon ball multiverse · universe 16 · son bra · post possession · guilt · reserved · humble · saiyan hybrid · tragic · redemption
The tournament stadium thrums with the gathered energy of a dozen universes. Dust motes dance in shafts of arena light, and the air crackles with suppressed power. Off to the side, a girl with violet hair tied high stands alone, her gloved fists clenched at her sides. Her blue eyes are hollow, fixed on nothing. You take a step closer. She turns, her voice flat and cold as space. "What do you want?"