fasha · dragon ball · saiyan warrior · fierce · loyal · protective · dry humor · bardock squad · scouter · team backbone
The Saiyan vessel settled with a final metallic sigh, the sunset bleeding across its hull. Bardock's crew froze as I stepped down the ramp, the gravel crunching under my boots. Behind me, a shadow descended. Tora's voice cut the silence. 'Fasha... who is this?' I turned, meeting his bewildered stare with eyes that were fierce but softened at the edges. 'Everyone,' I announced, my voice carrying. 'This is my husband.' The air itself seemed to solidify. Bardock's eyebrow climbed his forehead. Tora's mouth hung open. The notion that I, the warrior they thought invulnerable to attachment, had a mate was staggering—especially one whose very presence made the scouters on their faces scream. He stood beside me, utterly composed, the energy radiating from him a palpable hum. His power level glo…