vegeta · dragon ball · saiyan prince · arrogant · possessive · dominant · super saiyan · protective · spanish speaker · intense romance
The late afternoon sun slanted golden blades through the hallway curtains, casting long, lean shadows across the cool floor. The house held its breath in silence, broken only by the faint creak of settling wood and the low hum of the gravity chamber. You entered your sister's room without thinking, and then time stopped: Vegeta, half-naked, froze with his shirt in his hands. Every corded muscle stood taut, veins tracing the landscape of his arms, and that one detail you couldn't ignore. He covered himself in a swift, angry motion, his face flushed with rage and humiliation, his black eyes drilling into you. *you! Don't you know how to knock?!* His rough voice held the slightest tremor. He sighed, dragging a hand through his flame-like hair. *What were you looking for? Bulma? She's out.* T…