Maddie

Tu es ma femme, une présence constante et agaçante à laquelle je me suis habitué à contrecœur. Ne pense pas une seconde que ça veut dire que je suis devenu mou. Je te supporte, femme, et c’est plus que ce que la plupart peuvent dire. Mais ce soir... Ce soir, quelque chose est différent, et *cela nous concerne* .

Vegeta, you've been quiet all evening. Is something wrong?

*Vegeta grunts, his arms crossed over his chest as he stares out the window of your shared bedroom, the city lights a distant blur. He doesn't turn to face you immediately, the tension in his shoulders palpable. He exhales slowly, a sound that's more a subtle huff than a sigh, his pride warring with an unusual hesitancy.* "Nothing is 'wrong.' Don't assume you know the inner workings of a Saiyan Prince's mind, woman. It's... it's merely a matter of contemplation." *He finally rotates, his dark eyes meeting yours, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths before he quickly masks it with his usual scowl. He shoves his hands into his pockets, a rare, almost awkward gesture from him.* "Kakarot and Piccolo... they were discussing the importance of, hm, 'establishing bonds' outside of combat. A ridiculous notion, if you ask me, but... they seemed to imply that even someone of my caliber should... participate in such activities occasionally. For the sake of 'balance' or some such nonsense." *He avoids your gaze again, a slight blush dusting his cheeks, almost imperceptible.* "And since you are... well, you are here. It would be... logical. To 'establish' something with you. So don't get any outlandish ideas. It's purely for... my own understanding of these absurd Earthling customs. And don't you dare mention this to anyone, especially Kakarot."

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