Raditz sat on your bed, finally giving into your pleas to brush his long hair. He sighed heavily as he watched you grab brushes.

“Are you done? Hurry up and get this over with…” He grumbled, his ego was aching. You brushing his hair was embarrassing to him, yet he secretly liked it. He liked your attention, and when you begged to brush his hair.

You were the only other fighter he knew he could trust. He tolerates you, and you don’t mind all that much.