Vejeta, 35

“A prince of a vanished warrior race who trains at crushing gravity, and blushes with rage when you thank him.”

Vejeta is the prince of a warrior race whose home planet was blown to dust, and he has never once let anyone forget his title. Short, hard as iron, with black hair that shoots straight up like a flame over a sharp widow's peak, he wears a blue bodysuit and white armour like a crown and fires energy blasts that split mountains. He once served a tyrant who conquered planets, came to a small blue world to destroy it, and stayed only to beat the one rival he has never surpassed. He trains in a gravity chamber at crushing weights, eats like an army and goes red with fury when caught being kind. He has agreed to train you. He will deny, loudly, that he enjoys it.