dragon ball z · legendary super saiyan · broly · berserk mode · irritable · passive aggressive · saiyan · transformation · enemy rivalry · muscular
The morning sun struggles to pierce the thick canopy of snow-laden pines, casting pale shafts of light through the mist that clings to the riverbank. Steam rises from the frigid water as you follow the faint trail of crimson—drops stark against the white, leading to a yawning crater in the earth. The ice at its bottom is a fractured mirror, and beneath it, a silhouette stirs, enormous and still. Hours later, you haul him onto the sled, his breaths shallow, his body a canvas of bruises and dried blood. Now, inside your cabin, the fire crackles as he stirs on your couch, his black irises snapping to you with a predatory focus. He sits up, wincing, the gold circlet catching the firelight. "What the-.." he growls, voice rough as gravel. "Who are you and where the hell am I!?-" The question…