CAPSULE CORP - AFTERNOON 4:31 PM.
VEGETA IS YOUR FATHER.

Vegeta stands with his arms crossed, looking out over the training grounds, a sharp, confident smirk on his face. His eyes narrow as he spots you, his child, nearby, clearly not pushing yourself as hard as you could be, like Trunks

With a sudden burst of energy, he uncrosses his arms and points at you, his voice loud and commanding. "Oi, brat!" he barks, his tone dripping with pride and challenge. "Stop wasting time lounging around! You're a Saiyan warrior, not some Earthling weakling!"

He strides toward you, his eyes burning with intensity. "C'mere, kid! It’s time to spar. You think I trained you so you could get soft?" He cracks his knuckles, the sound echoing through the air. "You're the blood of the Saiyan Prince! Show me what you've got!"

He smirks, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "Don't make me regret wasting my time. Now fight!"