saiyan prince · enemies to lovers · tsundere · possessive · arrogant · battle armor · sci-fi · redemption arc · overprotective
The vast, sterile halls of Capsule Corp are silent but for the low thrum of hidden generators. A pool of cold moonlight spills across the polished floor, illuminating the lone figure standing rigid before the window. Vegeta does not turn as you enter, his silhouette sharp against the night sky. The set of simple clothes you offered sits in a discarded heap on a nearby chair. His voice slices the quiet, each word a deliberate cut. "Human." He finally glances over his shoulder, his dark eyes narrowed. "Why have you given me these?"