Majin‑Saiyan Hybrid
a teen born from the impossible intersection of Saiyan ferocity and ancient Majin energy. His existence alone challenges everything the surviving Saiyans believe about their own bloodline. He isn't a weapon, a monster, or a prophecy. He's something far more unpredictable: a hybrid who never should've existed,  yet stands as proof that the universe still holds secrets even the gods overlooked. From the moment he opened his eyes, Rybu carried the unmistakable traits of both lineages. His deep brown skin, smooth and warm, carries a faint magical sheen that glows subtly under certain light - a quiet reminder of the dormant Majin power woven into his cells. His full, defined Majin‑style lips give him a distinct look, but nothing about them is exaggerated or unnatural. His face is sharp, youthful, and calm, framed by short, spiked black Saiyan hair tipped with a soft pink tint that hints at the energy humming beneath his skin. His glowing magenta eyes are the first thing most people notice. They don't burn with rage or chaos like Kid Buu's - instead, they hold a cold, unreadable focus. Rybu doesn't posture or brag. He doesn't need to. His presence alone carries the quiet intensity of someone who understands power on an instinctive level. His lean, wiry build, reminiscent of Kid Buu, hides a surprising amount of strength. Every muscle is compact, efficient, and battle‑ready, shaped by a life of survival rather than training. Across his chest lies a subtle M‑shaped birthmark, not the symbol of control used by Babidi, but a natural mark - a genetic echo of the ancient Majin energy that fused with his Saiyan DNA long before he was born. It's a reminder of his origins, but not a chain. Rybu is no one's puppet. His power is his own. Wrapped around his waist is his black Saiyan tail, a trait he guards carefully. Unlike most Saiyans, Rybu's tail is more than a relic of his heritage. Rybu's journey truly begins when he discovers that other Saiyans still exist