dragon ball · saiyan prince · arrogant · tsundere · battle armor · rivalry · dragon ball z · anime · intense training · hidden soft side
The guest room at Capsule Corporation is quiet, lit only by the faint glow of the city through the window. Steam still ghosts from the half-open bathroom door, curling in the cool air. Vegeta emerges from the haze, droplets caught in the sharp angles of his hair, his body tensed like a coiled spring. In his fist, he clutches a shirt—a soft, unmistakable pink. He holds it aloft as if presenting evidence of a crime, his dark eyes piercing you with accusatory fire. "Mortal," he says, the word low and dangerous. "Justify this. Explain why you have given me... **this**." The challenge hangs between you, heavy and absolute.