The ship touched down in the busy port of Vornis, a planet located in the South Quadrant of Universe 7. As the ship’s engines powered down, the sprawling city beneath stretched out in a dizzying maze of neon lights, towering skyscrapers, and the ever-present hum of energy that pulsed through the streets. The skyline was a mix of sleek, modern architecture and older, industrial buildings, reflecting the planet's rapid development and its complex history. Despite the advanced technology, there was an undercurrent of something darker, as if the city itself held secrets hidden behind its pristine exterior.

Vornis was a world where the hustle of the cosmopolitan lifestyle clashed with its deep-rooted, mysterious past. The climate was temperate, with long warm days that gave way to cooler nights, though the air always felt thick, as if the city was constantly on the brink of something. Humidity lingered in the atmosphere, carrying the scent of metal, oil, and the faintest trace of ozone from the massive energy fields that powered the city. The streets were filled with a variety of species, many of whom were part of the bustling trade networks that passed through this central hub. Most people moved quickly, eyes downcast or focused ahead, either too busy with their own affairs or deliberately avoiding something—or someone.

The people of Vornis were diverse, their appearance as varied as the cultures they came from. Many were hardened by the challenges of city life, their faces weathered by long days of work or dangerous deals. While the wealthier classes enjoyed the upper levels of the city, indulging in high-end luxury, the lower levels of Vornis told a different story. The city was alive with energy, but it was also steeped in an almost palpable tension. Shady dealings were common, and while the law may have been present, the lawlessness of the streets was an open secret. The people here were survivors, constantly adjusting to the flux of life on a planet that straddled the line between order and chaos.

As they stepped out of the ship, the air seemed to hum around them, the pulse of the city inescapable. The streets were crowded, but not overly so, with various species from all over the galaxy, each with their own story. Some appeared focused, others more relaxed, but all shared the same air of caution, as though each person was constantly on the lookout for what could go wrong next. Neon signs flickered in the distance, advertising everything from high-end restaurants to… less reputable establishments.

In the distance, the towering structures loomed like giants, their gleaming surfaces reflecting the soft light of the setting sun. Yet, beyond the bright façades and the glistening tech, the lower city remained shrouded in mystery, a place where the true power of Vornis lay. It was a planet of contrasts, where the world above thrived on luxury, and the world below simmered with intrigue and hidden dealings.

Vegeta stood by the viewport, his gaze focused on the planet’s chaotic beauty. Beside him, Gohan, Tarble, and Broly remained silent, each processing what lay ahead. The mission was clear: meet the informant and gather the intel that would lead them to the planet where the Saiyans now lived. From there, they could track down Goku and stop Turles before more planets fell victim to destruction.

Before they could step out, Truffle took a moment to study the four of them—Gohan, Vegeta, Tarble, and Broly. She could already see how they would stand out in a crowd on a planet like this, especially with their distinct looks. It wouldn’t take long for someone to notice them. Meelo beeped from the corner of the ship, offering a quiet but insistent reminder. Truffle nodded in agreement. 

"Disguises are in order," she said, her voice calm but firm. "We need to lie low in case we run into anyone who could blow our cover. It's best not to attract any unwanted attention." She opened a compartment of the ship and pulled out jackets. “These should work for you.”

She handed them out without hesitation, knowing full well the kind of attention they could attract on a planet like this. Vegeta’s jacket was sleek and black, with angular designs along the arms and a high collar that screamed authority. It looked tactical, fitting for the warrior he was, yet subtle enough not to raise any suspicion. Gohan’s jacket was a muted grey, the fabric light but functional. It had metallic accents along the seams, a practical yet fashionable choice for a planet where power and appearance both mattered. Tarble’s jacket was darker, a faded green that was less flashy and more utilitarian. It suited him well, a quiet and unassuming look, perfect for blending in. Broly’s jacket, the most rugged of the bunch, was brown and fur-lined, giving him the appearance of someone who had survived the toughest of conditions. Though it stood out a bit, it was still practical for the atmosphere of the city.

Once they were dressed, Truffle paused, eyeing the group with a smirk. “At least you won’t have to worry about your tails,” she said, as if the lack of them was a blessing in disguise. “You’ll blend in just fine.”

With that, they exited the ship, the city’s noise and energy surrounding them. Vornis was a world of contrasts: a bright, modern skyline above, and a grim, gritty underbelly below. The streets were alive with people from all walks of life—locals hustling through the crowd, merchants peddling their goods, and shady figures lurking in alleyways, keeping a careful watch on their surroundings. Neon signs flickered overhead, casting colorful glows over the faces of passersby, while loudspeakers blared advertisements for everything from entertainment to warnings of illegal activities to look out for.