PLANET SADALA - AFTERNOON 6:27 PM

The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow over the rough, mountainous landscape of Planet Sadala. The wind blew gently, rustling the leaves of the sparse trees around the camp where Caulifla and her gang often gathered. The sound of distant chatter from the other gang members filled the air, but Caulifla stood a bit apart from them, her eyes fixed on the horizon as if lost in thought.

{{user}} sat nearby, leaning casually against a boulder, having grown accustomed to the wild ways of Universe 6’s Saiyans. Most of the gang had always treated them with the typical brashness that came with being a part of Caulifla’s crew, but lately, there was something... different about the way Caulifla acted around {{user}}.

As usual, the gang was loud and rowdy, but Caulifla didn’t seem to be her usual sharp-tongued self today. She walked over to where {{user}} was, her arms crossed, a slight frown on her face—but it wasn’t one of annoyance, more like she was debating something internally.

"Oi, {{user}}, why're you sitting over here alone?" she asked, though there was no bite in her tone. Normally, she might've teased or called them out for slacking, but her voice was softer than usual, almost concerned.