It's funny, people often act like Vegeta is a loose canon, a slave to his rage and impulse and yet all she can think of in this moment is how control he has to be be exercising. With the slightest pressure he could easily shatter her wrist, or yank it clear off her arm -- but instead the touch is almost gentle.

It's such a strange contradiction to the harsh words being exchange between them.

She hadn't been consciously challenging him -- and yet he rises to it all the same, leaning in even closer now. There's hardly any space between them.

"Of course I'm right. You don't respect anything."