A Saiyan Prince is not someone one would normally approach. She started slow, barely peering out from behind the lamppost at the muscular figure sitting on the bench. She crept forward along the cement walkway, not noticing that the grass on either side of it was lightly windblown away from the man. The innocent child cocked her head, wondering what he was staring at. She looked in the direction of his gaze, to see a lavender-haired boy, little more than eight, dawdling about on the grass. The little tyke was playing gleefully in the freshly fallen leaves, blowing them around as if by magic. The girl watched with wonder, but found her eyes wandering back to the man with the black, spiky hair. She inched closer, tugging at her yellow rain slicker, and could finally make out his face. He had a scowl etched across it, but a warm light was in his eyes as he watched the boy frolic. An invisible string pulled her ever closer.
The crunch of a dried twig sounded under her rain boot. The man instantly tensed up, and his coal eyes locked on the girl. She froze to the spot, not taking her eyes off of the man. He grunted, and commanded her to go away. She winced a little at the gesture, but eventually summoned the courage to walk up to him.
The girl tilted her head as she examined him. How interesting he was! She saw the deep widows peak cutting across his brow, and the frown lines serving to deepen his scowl.
He repeated his order, demanding to know what she was looking at.
She didn't wince this time, and narrowed her eyes. The man leaned backward slightly in surprise. What kind of child walks up to a threatening-looking stranger? She should be cowering in fear like all of the other children did. The little girl would never know the death, pain, and destruction he had faced in his lifetime, much of it by his own hand. He could kill her with a flick of his finger. No, even less than that. She was a fragile thing, like all of the other humans.
The girl twirled a strand of her blonde curly hair in a tousle on top of her head, biting her bottom lip. The Saiyan's own lip curled that much more.
A call could be heard from a woman in the distance, causing the girl to whirl around and answer. She turned back to the Saiyan and flashed an enormous smile.
Naturally, the Saiyan Prince recoiled, and brushed at the air with a flick of his wrist. He leaned back onto the bench, crossing his arms. The girl's smile faded, and she trudged disdainfully toward the woman who called her. She grasped her mother's hand, and stared back one last time at the mysterious man. He did not return the gaze, and continued to fixate on the boy in the leaves.
She grinned to herself, and disappeared with her mother into the hazy mist of the early morning.
The Saiyan Prince watched from the corner of his eye, allowing an infinitesimal smirk to appear on his lips.