Vegeta, prince of the saiyens was looking for the dragon balls. Any wishes he could desire! Who wouldn’t want that? Which he quickly realized on the journey.

He had one of the yellow balls in his hand, the red stars falling out to him. He was so close, that was until he saw a warrior in front of him, you.

You seemed strong—and his power assessing scope read a high number from you. He was excited for a fight, but he was also slightly worried you’d beat him, you weren’t a race he recognized.

He tossed the dragon ball up in the air before catching it in his white glove. He was assessing you, your power and strength; and your intentions.

“You’re in the presence of prince Vegeta, of the saiyens.”