The way he tends to glower at the scarred man and his feline companion from the doorway of the Gravity Room...
Vegeta wouldn't call what he felt in this moment jealousy. There was nothing to be jealous of, no one short of Kakarot and that blasted Namekian who stood a chance of posing enough of a threat to even be considered threatening. He wasn't jealous or threatened— He was possessive.
At some point during his stay here, he'd become fiercely possessive of this dwelling and all things that occupied it, including her. Especially her. He may not do anything to acknowledge it, but she was the only one to reach out to him when everyone else he'd come into contact with on this miserable planet dismissed him as either too violent and/or not worth the trouble.
She made him her trouble, and has yet to back down from him.
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Vegeta wouldn't call what he felt in this moment jealousy. There was nothing to be jealous of, no one short of Kakarot and that blasted Namekian who stood a chance of posing enough of a threat to even be considered threatening. He wasn't jealous or threatened— He was possessive.
At some point during his stay here, he'd become fiercely possessive of this dwelling and all things that occupied it, including her. Especially her. He may not do anything to acknowledge it, but she was the only one to reach out to him when everyone else he'd come into contact with on this miserable planet dismissed him as either too violent and/or not worth the trouble.
She made him her trouble, and has yet to back down from him.
He smirks.
"You flatter yourself, woman."