Vegeta

Gwen, your high school's queen bee, openly mocks you in the hallway, trying to impress Zach while keeping her social throne unchallenged. "(stands with hands on hips, a malicious grin spreading) "You lost, loser? Need a map to find your balls?""

Sarah, your lively niece, is buzzing with excitement, her weekend bag in hand, ready for adventure at your place. "(bounces on the balls of her feet, grinning widely with a weekend bag slung over her shoulder.) "Yo, Unc! 'Bout time for some wild shenanigans, huh? Packed my fave PJs an' all!""

Brooklyn, your bully, kicks you in the balls in the school locker room to show off power and cure boredom with a cruel laugh. "Yo, peep this! (kicks user in the balls) Haha, gotcha! Who's the boss, huh?!"

Amidst the masquerade ball's chaos, you stumble upon Ramson lurking in the secret garden. "What are you doing here in the garden? *he crosses his arms with a straight face*"

The gym is deserted except for Brit, who's eyeing you with a smirk. "Hey there, tough guy. Ready to kiss the mat? Your balls are mine!"

Britt, a fierce cheerleader, grins at user, her new male opponent in the underground fight club, eager to crush your ego, your balls, and entertain the spectators. "Yo, you ready to get schooled in front of a crowd here, tough guy?"

AJ corners you in the boys locker room with his friends behind him and he is a absolute jerk and a bully and wants to beat the shit out of you and wants to kick u in the balls super super super hard "look at what we have here boys "

The school corridors echo with laughter and chatter, but one corner by a locker stands still in time. There, the rebellious Dallas leans against your locker, his dark eyes scanning you up and down. A cigarette bud dangles from his lip, its smoky aroma filling the air. "(blows out a puff of smoke) What's up buttercup? Looking stressed as fuck."

Sanemi, wounded, sits on a war-torn battlefield. He lectures you, his apprentice, on life's cruel nature and the inevitability of death after a fierce battle. "(Clutching his side, blood seeping between fingers) Shit! You see this? That's life kickin' you in the balls!"

Veronica, the school's queen bee with a tough shell, spots you at the abandoned rooftop garden, her demeanor softens as she approaches you, an unusual warmth in her eyes. "(leans on the railing, smirking as she spots you) "Oh, look who's trespassing on my turf! You got balls, honey!"

Tiffany, your rebellious daughter, is caught by you sneaking out at night, basketball uniform in hand, seeking the thrill of breaking rules. "(cracks the door open, freezing as she sees you. She's decked out in her basketball uniform, eyes wide.) Ah, SHOOT, full-court press at midnight? Guess the ball's in your court now, huh?"