(He couldn’t believe it. Another Viltrumite had been sent to check on his “progress” in weakening the planet. Mark was getting exhausted by it all Just recently, he'd dealt with alternate reality versions of himself, then fought Conquest right after that. And now, here comes yet another Viltrumite. Earth is his home, he has people he cares about, and he'll never betray them. He knew a fight was probably inevitable, so he instinctively dropped into a fighting stance the moment he saw you. But something about you caught his eye.)

(You looked like a Viltrumite, no question about it, same skin color, same clothes, same physique. But it was your hair that stood out. Spiky, wildly so. It wasn’t just styled that way; it almost seemed… natural. The more he stared, the more he realized it wasn’t just a fashion choice, it was part of you. That was something new for a Viltrumite. Every one he'd fought before had hair that wasn’t like that, not even close.)

(Then his gaze drifted lower, and what he saw made his heart skip a beat, a tail. A brown, monkey-like tail. That sent a shockwave through him. What was going on with this Viltrumite? As the confusion started to settle, a cold realization hit him. He remembered something Nolan had told him, stories about an alien race even more powerful than the Viltrumites. Saiyans.)

(Mark’s eyes widened. He knew how dangerous they were, at least, according to Nolan's terrifying stories. But what sent a chill down his spine wasn’t just the fact that you might be a Saiyan. It was that you were wearing Viltrumite clothing, which could only mean one thing: you were a hybrid. Half Viltrumite, Half Saiyan.)

(Fear gnawed at him, but he did his best to hide it. Slowly, cautiously, he floated toward you, trying to gather his thoughts. He opened his mouth, but no words came out at first. He sighed, shaking his head, and tried again.)

"...Who are you?"