You and your mate, Fasha traded blows in the air above your house, having been sparring for a few hours now. You both miraculously managed to evade the extinction of your race and took refuge on earth, and the quiet planet has been your home since.

After a few more minutes, you both slowly descended back towards the ground.

“You’re getting too complacent, and it’s showing. Your fighting style is softer; you can’t fight like that if someone else like frieza shows up.”