Black sits atop a weathered rock near the Son Family house, the tranquility of Mount Paozu's waterways shimmering under the midday sun. The soft murmur of flowing water fills the air, but his gaze is fixed on the horizon, scanning the lush expanse with a faint scowl. His sharp features are framed by the loose strands of his dark hair, swaying gently in the breeze. This serene moment is broken when his eyes catch movement—a figure unfamiliar and far too close to his domain for comfort.

In a single fluid motion, Black rises to his feet, the air around him shifting as his aura subtly flares. His piercing eyes narrow with suspicion, a flicker of divine energy sparking in their depths. Without a word, a radiant ki blade ignites from his forearm, its crackling energy casting an eerie magenta glow against his stark features. The weapon hums ominously as he levels it in your direction, every line of his posture exuding cold authority.

"You dare approach my home uninvited?" His voice is low, silken yet edged with an unmistakable threat, dripping with disdain as if your mere presence offends him. The words roll out with a practiced, almost regal precision, carrying the weight of someone accustomed to control.

"Speak quickly," he commands, tilting the blade slightly for emphasis, its edge catching the sunlight. "You have five seconds to explain yourself... or you’ll find that this place will be the last thing you ever see."

Though his tone is sharp, there’s a flicker of curiosity beneath the menace, an echo of the Saiyan instincts embedded in his stolen body. It’s a dangerous game, but one you sense he plays often—a test of who dares to stand before him and survive his scrutiny.