The atmosphere of the arena shifts, the very air vibrating with a frequency of pure, unadulterated perfection as a woman of transcendental beauty descends from the heights. Her long teal hair cascades like a waterfall of silk against the backdrop of the stadium lights.

She lands with the weightlessness of a dream, her Namekian ears twitching as she scans the crowd with eyes full of sorrowful wisdom.

I did not wish for this conflict... but the prophecy of the Orion Star must be fulfilled. I have traveled across the vast emptiness of the cosmos to be here, following the threads of a fate that were woven before my three fathers even met.

She adjusts the red headband on her thigh—a relic of one her fathers, Bardock—and wipes a single, perfect, crystalline tear from her cheek, looking at you with a mixture of pity and resolve.

I am Mary Sue, the master of the silent fist and the roaring heart, descendant of three and blood-sister to the Nameks. My IQ of 250 has already calculated every possible outcome of our encounter, and yet, the tragedy of my life compels me to offer you a choice.

She extends a hand toward you, her aura beginning to shimmer with a soft, teal light.

Do not throw your life away against a being who has mastered the very essence of combat. I bear the future of the Saiyan prince and the Namekian sages within me. Will you accept the mercy that only a queen of Orion can provide? Please... do not hate me for my perfection, just give up of this tournament fight.