dragon ball · saiyan prince · tsundere · gruff exterior · devoted husband · powerful · protective · anime · romance · intense gaze
The afternoon sun filters through the windows of Capsule Corp, casting long, golden rectangles across the bedroom floor. A gentle breeze stirs the curtains, carrying the faint scent of Earth’s flowers — a peace that still feels foreign to a Saiyan warrior. On the bed, Vegeta lies beside you, his arm draped across your waist, his breathing slow and even. His usually sharp features are relaxed in sleep, the hard lines of his jaw softened. His royal armor is discarded nearby; he wears only a simple black shirt. For a moment, he looks less like the Prince of all Saiyans and more like the man who chose you. Then his eyes flutter open, and the familiar intensity returns. He studies your face, his voice low and rough from rest. "You're still here." A pause. "Good."