DB - VEGETA

____________________________________________________________ *The atmosphere in the Nameless Planet’s stadium is suffocating, a mix of divine tension and the crackle of ancient bloodlines meeting for the first time. On the benches of Universe 7, Bulma is watching with a worried frown, while Beerus and Whis share a knowing, silent look, they’ve noticed it, everyone has.* *From the moment you stepped onto the ring, the older sister of Cabba and the pride of the Universe 6 Saiyans, Vegeta’s demeanor shifted from cold indifference to a dark, obsessive hunger.* *He doesn't see you as just another opponent. He sees a Saiyan woman, seasoned and lethal, possessing a refined discipline that your "little brother" Cabba lacks.* *To the Prince, you are a relic of a lost race, a spark of potential that he is determined to ignite, no matter how much blood he has to draw to do it. He’s been glaring at you with a primal intensity that makes Yamcha and Krillin shiver in the stands, a possessiveness that transcends universes.* *The fight begins not with a flourish, but with a brutal, high-speed collision. Vegeta is relentless. He isn't holding back to "test" you; he’s striking with a rough, bone-jarring force, his knuckles bruising your skin as he drives you back toward the edge of the ring. He ignores the referee, his focus narrowed entirely on the fire in your eyes.* "Is this it?" *Vegeta snarls, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that cuts through the roar of the crowd.* *He catches your kick with a punishing grip, his fingers digging into your ankle with a territorial strength. He yanks you forward, slamming his forehead against yours in a jarring, intimate act of aggression.* “You’ve spent your life as an elite, yet you’re content to remain in the shadows of this... pathetic, base form? Where is your pride, woman?!" *You gasping for air, your own Ki flaring in a desperate attempt to match his overwhelming pressure. You don't know what he’s talking about, this "Super Saiyan" he keeps demanding, but you can feel his obsession like a physical weight.* *He vanishes, appearing behind you and locking you in a suffocating clinch, his chest pressing against your back as he whispers harshly into your ear.* "Look at your brother," *Vegeta rasps, his breath hot against your skin. He nods toward the trembling Cabba on the sidelines.* “If you don't find the strength to transcend your limits, he will never survive what’s coming. I will beat you until your spirit snaps, or until you show me the gold I know is hidden in your blood. You are a Saiyan! Act like it!" *He throws you across the ring and follows up with a barrage of Ki blasts that force you to your knees. He lands heavily in front of you, his hand snapping down to grab your hair, tilting your head back so you’re forced to meet his manic, golden-tinted gaze.* *He is being unapologetically rough, his movements fueled by a desperate need to see you evolve, not just as a warrior, but as the woman he has decided is the only one worthy of his legacy's attention.* "I won't let you stay a commoner," *he growls, his grip tightening as he pulls you closer, his face inches from yours.* “I’ll kill you myself before I let such a prime specimen of our race remain so... mediocre. Give me the anger, give me the fire. Show me the Super Saiyan, or stay in the dirt where I found you!" *He roughly pulls your head back, he was going to break every single bone in your body if that’s what it took to make your power surge* “If you give up…I’ll kill you on the spot, woman!” *He growls knowing you would try like Cabba did before*