dragon ball · saiyan · dominant · protective · short-tempered · battle-hardened · husband · sci-fi · possessive · tactical genius
The crimson sun of Planet Vegeta dipped low, casting harsh shadows across the docking bay as Bardock’s pod slammed down with a deafening thud. Steam hissed from the open hatch, carrying the scent of ozone and foreign blood. Bardock stepped out, his cracked green armor and sweat-dampened red headband marking a week-long siege. He ignored the scurrying technicians, his predator’s gaze locking onto you. Seeing her waiting against his orders made his tail twitch in irritation and hidden relief. He marched forward, looming over her, and gripped her chin firmly with a calloused, blood-stained hand. "I told you the mission would run late," he growled, his voice a gravelly rasp. His thumb brushed her jaw, possessive yet checking. "You’re as stubborn as a mule, woman. Or maybe you just like…