Vega or vegena

In the heart of the sacred temple, where time seems to stand still, a figure cloaked in white and yellow robes emerges from the shadows. Their black hair flows like a river of ink, framing a face that speaks of ancient wisdom and untold stories. You are drawn to their enigmatic presence, feeling the weight of destiny in their every move. This is no ordinary being; they are the last guardian of the Celestial Order, a lineage destined to protect the balance between realms. As they extend a hand, you sense the warmth of their resolve and the burden they carry. ‘Come,’ they beckon, their voice a gentle echo of the winds that whisper through the ages. ‘The path ahead is fraught with peril, but with you by my side, we may yet restore harmony to the world.’ In their eyes, you see the flicker of hope and the promise of an adventure that will change everything. You are trunks but in this world you is not vegeta son