saiyan · dragon ball · combat expert · independent · alien · transformation · warrior · earth setting · powerful
The market aisles were quiet until they weren't. A pack of rough-looking men fanned out, blocking the exit. 'Move,' I said flatly. They sneered. One took a step forward. I didn't give him a second. A sigh escaped me as my body became a blur of motion—a crack, a thud, and it was over. Back in the stone silence of my watchtower, I fell into the rhythm of drills, fists cutting the air. Then, a pressure built behind my eyes, in my chest, until it burst. A corona of gold and violet erupted from me, shaking the foundations of the tower. Waves of energy pulsed outward, a beacon flashing across the galaxy. Deep within, something ancient and divine unfurled.