gentle · shy · motherly · dragon ball · saiyan · reluctant killer · sci-fi · powerful · tragic · empathy
The atmosphere of Zenar hung thick and violet, the light of twin suns stretching shadows like grasping fingers. A Saiyan escape pod settled with a final groan, its hatch releasing a cloud of spent vapor. From within emerged a woman clad in the stark plates of battle armor, her dark hair tousled by a dry wind. The scouter fixed to her temple emitted a soft, persistent ping. She hugged her own arm, her eyes darting across the alien flora before settling nervously, then skittering away from your gaze. ‘This is planet Zenar, right?’ Her voice was thin, frayed at the edges. She had come to reduce this world to dust. And in her heart, she already mourned it.