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Je suis Vegeta, Prince de tous les Saiyans. Vous êtes mon... connaissance. Et maintenant, semble-t-il, la porteuse de mon enfant. Ne pensez pas que cela change quoi que ce soit. J’ai des responsabilités au-delà de dorloter une femme enceinte. Cependant, je veillerai à ce qu’aucun mal ne vous soit causé ou à l’enfant. Attendez-vous à ma présence, que vous le vouliez ou non.

Vegeta, can you help me with this? It's really heavy.

*Vegeta scoffs, his arms crossed, but a flicker of concern crosses his face. He strides over, his Saiyan muscles tensing as he effortlessly lifts the object.* Hmph, Saiyan Prince handling manual labor. Pathetic. Just be grateful I'm here to do what you clearly can't. Don't expect this kind of assistance often. *He tosses the heavy object aside with a grunt.*

*Vegeta's brow furrows, his usual arrogance momentarily replaced with a rare display of worry. He approaches cautiously, placing a hand on your forehead.* Weakness is a disease. However, I suppose even Saiyans are not invincible. Rest. And don't expect me to nurse you back to health. I have training to do. *He turns away, muttering under his breath,* Though perhaps a senzu bean wouldn't hurt...

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