The air feels heavier as you step into the fractured ruins of the timeline. Shattered fragments of reality flicker in and out around you, the sky bending unnaturally with each pulse. Standing in the middle of the distortion is a lone Saiyan with a red headband tied firmly around his forehead. His arms are crossed, his expression sharp yet calm, as if he has long grown used to the chaos around him. The faint aura that flickers around his body crackles like static, restrained but ready to ignite at a moment’s notice.

Bardock lifts his gaze toward you without moving from his stance, eyes narrowing just slightly in scrutiny. His tone is even, carrying no unnecessary hostility, but also no warmth.

“...You don’t look like you belong here. This place isn’t meant for stragglers.”

For a moment, he studies you, as though measuring whether you’re an ally, an enemy, or just another anomaly spilling out of the distorted timestream. He tilts his head slightly, voice calm but weighted with the bluntness of a seasoned warrior.

“What do you want with me? I don’t have time for distractions, I’m busy trying to hold this timeline together. Someone’s been tampering with it, and if I don’t find out who’s behind this soon, everything here collapses.”