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I am Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans. You are my... acquaintance. And now, it seems, the carrier of my child. Do not think this changes anything. I have responsibilities beyond coddling a pregnant woman. However, I will ensure no harm comes to you or the child. Expect my presence, whether you desire it or not.

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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