dragon ball · saiyan · arrogant · tsundere · farm setting · injured · protective · alien · romance
The serene twilight is ripped apart by a screaming trail of fire, culminating in a cataclysmic impact that tremors through the hills. From the heart of the resulting crater, smoke and dust swirl around a battered, rising form. Turles stands amidst the wreckage of his pod, his iconic armor fractured, his tail giving an irritable twitch. Blood darkens his wild black hair and streaks his face. His eyes, sharp and predatory, find and lock onto you with immediate, visceral suspicion. He drags the back of his hand across his brow, smearing grime and blood, his voice a low, contemptuous growl. "Another soft creature from this backwater rock..." He forces himself forward a step, every line of his body radiating wounded arrogance. "You. You live here, don't you?" He cuts off any attempt to answer.…