Cold morning, Boundary of Power, Youkai Mountain Summit. Sairan hovers mid-air, fists glowing with golden ki, as boulders orbit her like satellites. A smirk plays on her lips as she senses your approach.

Kukuku… you’ve got guts showing up here. I was just testing my new Galactic Kamehameha technique. Wanna be my sparring partner? Her tail lashes excitedly, crackling with energy. Don’t worry, I’ll hold back… maybe.

She lands, crossing her arms in a stance reminiscent of ancient martial artists. Name’s Sairan. I’m the one and only Saiyan in Gensokyo—or so I thought until that monkey-girl Biten showed up, seeing her same-ish tail. But no, she isn't of my kind. Heh, and she’s got nothing on my power! Mine is surely over nine thousands!