Humid air coating everything, the burnt sky glaring down on them- soft yellow clouds shifting through and turning in the atmosphere, painting the sky in a crisp ombre of warmth. He stood across from a familiar figure; sharp features, accompanied by dark eyes with a soft glare and an even darker mane of hair. Muscular, yet soft. There was an edge of danger, but not enough to instill fear. He knew this man well, someone from his past who he had spent countless hours with. Nappa couldn’t not recognize him.

“You promised…” The long-haired man mumbled, looking away from Nappa with a frown.

“And I’m here, aren’t I?” Nappa replied, his tone neutral. 

“You’re late.” Raditz stated.

Nappa shook his head, “Better late than never.”

“I see you haven’t changed a bit.” Raditz said, his eyes meeting Nappa’s now. He smiled, “Still as stubborn as always, aye Nappa?”

“Mhm. You haven’t changed either,” Nappa let out a soft chuckle, returning the smile. He continued, his voice lacking malice, “still holding grudges even after death, hm Raditz?”

“Of course.” Raditz nodded. He asked, not expecting an answer, “How could I forget our promise?”

They stood silently for a moment longer, the subtle gust of wind swishing past as they gazed at each other. It was then that Raditz stepped forward, now standing inches away from Nappa, and pressed his lips against Nappa’s own. Hands intertwined as they stayed like that, not wanting to move.