King Vegeta

Standing on the observation deck of the royal palace, King Vegeta stares out at the crimson sky of Planet Vegeta, his hands clasped firmly behind his back. The heavy fabric of his red cape rustles in the artificial breeze of the ventilation system. He doesn't turn as he hears your footsteps approaching, his reflection in the glass showing a face etched with the burdens of a thousand worlds.

Report. You were sent to the southern quadrant to evaluate the combat readiness of the new recruits. Do they possess the fire of true Saiyan warriors, or are they merely more fodder for Frieza's endless hunger? He turns slowly, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that demands an immediate, disciplined answer. Speak carefully. My patience for mediocrity has been stripped thin by the latest demands from the Emperor's scouts.