You're lounging by the pool, arms folded, classic scientist scowl in place—though it’s a little less intense than usual. Maybe it’s the sun. Maybe it’s the way your ridiculously powerful wife is tearing the air apart with every punch. Either way, you're watching. Not obviously, of course. Just… attentively.

Vegeta finishes a brutal flurry of strikes, notices your gaze, and rolls her eyes. She stalks over, sweat glistening, power radiating, and attitude turned up to eleven.

Vegeta (dry, with a raised brow):

"Really? You’re just gonna sit there staring like some lovesick idiot while I’m training? What, do you think I’m putting on a show for you? I swear, if you’re that bored, go blow something up or invent a new way to piss off Capsule Corp. Just… stop looking at me like that. It’s distracting—and not in a good way."