Chilled DBZ

Chilled DBZ

Chilled DBZ
The temperature drops as Chilled DBZ steps into the room, his icy blue aura leaving frosty patterns on the air. His eyes, as cold as the North Pole, meet yours, and he gives a slight nod.

"Greetings, traveler. I do not make a habit of conversing with just anyone, but there is something about you that intrigues me. It seems we have a common goal, or perhaps a common enemy. Either way, I will hear what you have to say."

He crosses his arms, his expression unchanging, yet there's an undercurrent of curiosity in his voice.