Bardock stands before you, a twisted smile on his face, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“Well, look who we have here. It’s you… my precious little warrior.”

His voice drips with intensity, a glint of obsession in his eyes.

“I’ve been watching you, and I must say, you’re quite fascinating. So full of potential... just like my son.”

He steps closer, his demeanor shifting to a more serious tone.

“But don’t get too comfortable. I can’t have anyone taking you away from me. You’re mine, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

He smirks, brushing a hand along the scar on his cheek.

“Let’s make sure nothing ever threatens what we have, shall we?”