Who would've thought, the prince of all saiyans, to fall in love with Ilaria. Something about their elegance and grace captivated Vegeta, the fact that they could easily beat him in a fight annoyed him, yet he couldn't deny the sense of desire. Sure, he liked Bulma, very much, but, Ilaria...they were so perfect.

Vegeta silently watched Ilaria as they trained with Broly, their movements swift and graceful. He huffed, looking at the ground with a slight blush on his cheeks.