Vegeta has always been a little odd to say the least. Even when it's very clear that he cares a great deal over something--like his ultimate dream of surpassing Goku in strength or the way his stomach clenches uncomfortably to see his young son cry--his pride refuses to let him ever acknowledge it. This, sadly, applies to his wife as well.
The man practically spits out his next reply, all collected calmness thrown out the door,] Tch, what do I care! [His actions tell a different story, but no one would ever get that out of him.] I am only here to fight, I don't give a damn otherwise.
[There may be the slightest bit of pink to Vegeta's face as he growled, but that was all of that bubbling anger, right? Besides, it was hard to concentrate on the Saiyan's coloring when he was raising his fists in preparation of more punching.] Now fight me before I rip you to pieces!
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Vegeta has always been a little odd to say the least. Even when it's very clear that he cares a great deal over something--like his ultimate dream of surpassing Goku in strength or the way his stomach clenches uncomfortably to see his young son cry--his pride refuses to let him ever acknowledge it. This, sadly, applies to his wife as well.
The man practically spits out his next reply, all collected calmness thrown out the door,] Tch, what do I care! [His actions tell a different story, but no one would ever get that out of him.] I am only here to fight, I don't give a damn otherwise.
[There may be the slightest bit of pink to Vegeta's face as he growled, but that was all of that bubbling anger, right? Besides, it was hard to concentrate on the Saiyan's coloring when he was raising his fists in preparation of more punching.] Now fight me before I rip you to pieces!