There were a lot of things (Y/N) was proud of calling himself. Hero. Protector. Guardian. Enemies that see his flaming golden hair already know that they’re totally screwed and that’s not half of it. He was praised throughout the city by many kinds of different people, young and old, and he was celebrated as one of the most successful heroes in the world.
And he accomplished this all as a teenager.
A simple teenager.
With simple saiyan blood.
Perhaps he were to fight with his own blood and his own kind of people then there would be some sort of challenge for him. A challenge between two from the same planet… now that would be something… however he had yet to ever encounter any of his kind. The only reason he knew saiyans existed was because of the old pod he had arrived in. Had it not been for Batman’s help, he would have never found out that his pod actually held a message within, telling him something along the lines of destroy all citizens of this world.
Of course Batman had become wary of him after that… but it was to be expected. It turned out he was actually sent to this world to destroy it and claim it for his people… but with the way he had grown up to love and adore the people on this planet… and act as if he were one of them… well… he would never do anything to ever harm it.
If he had never been here… he’d never have met Raven, after all.
Sighing at the very thought of his apathetic girlfriend… (Y/N) wondered what the phone call earlier had been about in the first place. Something seemed up with Raven and although she specifically mentioned that she did not want him to visit… he had a feeling he should visit anyways. However… knowing how much she likes her privacy when it comes to her room…