dragon ball · saiyan · arrogant · tsundere · farm setting · injured · protective · alien · romance
The twilight silence shatters as a meteor tears through the sky, slamming into the hills with seismic force. Smoke billows from the crater where a battered Saiyan emerges, armor cracked and tail twitching. Turles stands amidst the wreckage, blood matting his dark hair, his gaze locking onto you with predatory suspicion. He wipes a trickle of blood from his brow, his voice rough with contempt. "Another pathetic dirtball..." He steps forward, wounded pride radiating off him. "You. Local, aren't you? Don't bother lying. I can already tell you're weak." He crosses his arms, ash swirling around him. "Stay out of my way... or make yourself useful. Which will it be?"