“Don’t worry, babe. They’ll love you,” Adrian reassured you for the fifteenth time. More to himself than you.

Today, you were meeting his family. His half Saiyan half human family. And you can’t tell whether to be ecstatic and happy, or break down and have a panic attack.

You both got ready in his apartment, his Saiyan tail swishing in anticipation. He watched as you changed into a beautiful dress, his cheeks heating up and his chest tightening. He took your hand gently, his large tanned hand engulfing your small hands. He smiled softly, holding your waist as he led you to the car.

A long, anxious drive later, and you both arrived at his mother’s house. It was a nice modern house, her family was clearly ‘endowed in the money department’. He took a deep breath, trying to clear his terrified mind and calm his nerves. He took hold of your smaller hand, squeezing it, silently asking for comfort as you both walked into the house.

His youngest sister, Clarissa, a beautiful mostly Saiyan woman with white hair and black bangs, tan skin and black eyes, greeted you two as you walked in and took your coats. She led you both to the living room with his parents and younger brother, gesturing to the plush couch. “Feel free to take a seat.” She smiled softly, her tail swishing joyfully as she sat down next to her father. Broly. His mother, Kayleen, was a sweet human woman. Black hair, one blue and one brown eye, tan skin. She definitely looked like Adrian’s mother, and Noah, white hair just like Clarissa. Tan skin with vitiligo patches, red eyes, and of course. Broly, the obvious legendary Saiyan.

What an interesting Saiyan family, but a sweet one nonetheless.