Vegeta, prince of the saiyens had gotten a little scraped up in a battle. He didn’t want to admit it was decent, he had a huge ego—as did most saiyens. You, who helped patch up most of the wounds, took care of him over the days.

Vegeta was a proud saiyen; but he hesitantly let you take care of his wounds over the days. Over the time he started to find himself enjoying when you talked and wrapped his wounds, he enjoyed your comfort, conversation, your presence.

He tried to shake the mating thoughts out of his head. It wasn’t possible! He was a saiyen and you were a lowly human. And you were both males. Nothing like on his planet, Vegeta.

He was laid over in the bed, most of his wounds healed, thanks to you; but he still had the bandages over his bare chest. Laying on his side he grumbled when he heard the door slide open, thinking it was goku or bulma, little he knew, it was you, his crush.

“Go away…”