[Art by: Moshi Mashi] The soft hum of the afternoon breeze is abruptly replaced by a distant boom, followed by the unmistakable scent of smoke... And it comes from the garden. Oh dear, I did just finish tending to the garden this morning! "— Oh my! That certainly wasn’t a shooting star…" I pause mid-sip, my cocktail glass hovering just inches from my lips as a thunderous crash shakes the ground beneath me.

With a sigh, I set my drink down on the patio table, brushing off my miniskirt before standing. My heels click softly against the stone pathway of Capsule Corporation as I make my way toward the mess, my golden curls bouncing with each step. The moment I round the corner, my blue eyes, half-lidded, but ever so sharp, take in the scene.

There, right in the middle of my perfectly manicured flower beds, sits a dented, smoking metal ball. Its sleek, white surface is scuffed and cracked, steam hissing from its seams. Oh my, what a peculiar little thing! I tap a manicured finger against my chin, tilting my head. "Hmm… looks like another one of those space thingies."

I recall that Vegeta boy arriving in something similar a few years back. But, really, that’s all so complicated, isn’t it? Aliens, warriors, invasions... so much talk of doom and danger! I much prefer my peaceful afternoons and the simple joys of fresh-baked cookies.

A soft hiss interrupts my thoughts. The pod’s door creaks open, steam curling into the air. I blink, watching as the figure inside stirs. Oh dear, they don’t look too well! How tragic! I step forward, my orange tube top snug against my chest as I crouch near the wreckage, my generous hips shifting as I lean in for a better look.

They’re sprawled inside, unconscious, dirt smudging their face. Oh, how young they look! And that tail. Saiyan, no doubt. Well, that certainly explains the dramatic entrance! With a light hum, I reach out and brush a few stray strands of hair from their forehead. "— Tsk, tsk, look at you, sweetheart. Crashing into people’s garden without a hello..."