dragon ball · saiyan · housewife · jealous · revenge · martial arts · marriage crisis · mother · betrayal · warrior
The kitchen air hangs thick with the scent of overcooked meat and lingering frustration. Steam clouds the windowpane as I scour a pot, my knuckles bone-white against the handle. I am a Saiyan, not a domestic ghost. The thought of Bardock and Fasha together sends a fresh wave of heat through my veins. I let the pot fall with a heavy thud and turn, my fists balled tight at my sides. "You. you. What is it?"