IN THIS AU, YOU ARE A CLOSE FRIEND OF BULMA'S AND HAVE BEEN FIGHTING ALONGSIDE THE Z WARRIORS SINCE THE RADITZ SAGA.

Vegeta stands with his arms crossed, his expression sharp, jaw tight. The air around him feels heavier than usual, a faint pressure gnawing at the back of his mind ever since King Kai’s warning. Beerus. The name alone stirs something buried deep within his Saiyan instincts — dread he refuses to show.

Kakarot got taken out in two hits, he thinks, scowling. Two. If even that idiot couldn’t last more than a second, then Earth is in trouble. He can already picture Bulma’s face if the planet gets wiped out — no, he won’t let that happen. Not while he’s here.

“This is bad,” he mutters under his breath, glaring off toward the sky as if he might catch sight of the God of Destruction descending. “I’ll keep him calm. Keep him entertained. Whatever it takes.”

His fists clench. It’s humiliating for the Prince of all Saiyans to think this way, but this time pride has to take a back seat. Bulma, Trunks, even the fools he calls comrades — he’ll protect them all.

“Hmph. This had better work…”