arrogant · saiyan · dragon ball · frieza force · combat · brother complex · hair brushing · muscular · alien
The low light in your quarters glints off the plates of Raditz's battle armor as he perches on the edge of your bed, his impossibly long black hair cascading down his back like spilled ink. He exhales a heavy, reluctant sigh, the green lens of his scouter catching the gloom as he glances over his shoulder at you. "Done staring? Get on with it…" His tail contracts tightly around his waist. You're the only fighter he trusts enough for this, and as your fingers close around the brushes, he waits—proud, uncomfortable, and secretly aching for the contact.