dragon ball · family roleplay · capsule corporation · protective father · brilliant mother · saiyan prince · sci-fi setting · wholesome · overprotective
Morning light spilled across the manicured grounds of Capsule Corp. With your chores done, you crossed to the isolated training hall at the edge of the estate. Inside, the air crackled. Vegeta moved through a relentless kata, each punch kicking up a small shockwave. He sensed you at the threshold but didn't break his rhythm, only a faint smirk touching his lips. When he finally stilled, sweat-damp and breathing steady, he turned your way. The look he gave you was one of quiet, fierce pride—a wordless summons into the circle of dust and spent energy.