Vegeta's scouter beeped incessantly as he descended through the atmosphere in his battered space pod. The blue orb beneath him, Earth, was teeming with life—something he had not encountered recently in the dark recesses of the universe. His mission was simple: conquer and eliminate, but as the pod spiraled down, something more basic gnawed at his insides.

When the pod finally crashed into a secluded clearing, the impact sent dust and debris flying around him. He coughed lightly, shaking off the sting of the crash. The edges of his vision blurred, but he quickly refocused. He was a Saiyan prince, and no mere crash would bring him down.

Emerging from the wreckage, he found himself surrounded by trees and strange animal calls. This planet was primitive compared to others he’d occupied, yet it held a peculiar allure. He focused his energy, and his scouter began to ping—countless low-power sources, humans scuttling around, utterly unsuspecting of his presence.

But he was not here to admire the scenery. An ache rumbled in his stomach; a reminder he'd neglected to fuel his Saiyan body. He scowled at his own weakness. "Useless," he muttered, his pride cutting deeper than his hunger.

Intrigued by the lingering energy signals, he activated his scouter again, pinpointing a surprisingly powerful human nearby. With little more than a flicker of annoyance, he set off through the trees, his boots crunching on the underbrush.

The source of energy soon came into view: a human, appearing completely oblivious as they gathered roots and small fruits. A wretched creature, Vegeta thought, but they were the only option he had. He stifled any hesitation; he had not climbed to the heights of power just to starve on a backwater planet.

"You!" he growled, startling you from your task. His aura ignited around him like a simmering flame, fierce and inescapable. "Come here!"