Royalty
The whole night he watches her.
Exactly 2 hours and 3 minutes ago he had followed her into this studio and back into a world he recognizes very well.
The draping necklaces, the tailored suits, the perfectly groomed men; the Prince of all Saiyans was not an alien to the glamour, to the opulence.
Yes, he may have been an alien to this planet, but in these moments he was more at home than any of these native humans.
The women fawn over him, dripping with jewels and faux enthusiasm, but he only has eyes for one of them. This woman in particular, his woman, does not cling to his side or smile widely at his every word. His woman was, at the moment, discussing a new design for a more advanced healing tank with a handsome molecular engineer. The man listens intently as Bulma describes her plans and discusses how it may benefit the human race. The man shakes his head and stares wide-eyed at her more than once throughout the conversation.
Their conversation begins to dwindle and Vegeta discreetly catches his mate's eye. Her eyes smile at him as she bids goodbye to the engineer and begins to make her way towards her husband.
"How are you fairing?" She says, leaning in towards his ear, her lips tickling his neck.
"Woman, do you not know who I am?" He growls, not looking at her- maybe because if he did wouldn't be able to control himself from kissing her passionately right there, or maybe because her presence still jolts him. Maybe because he still wasn't comfortable putting down his defenses.
Perhaps because he still hasn't come to terms with the fact that he cares for her.
He hears her sigh, and he knows why. But she understands, and she won't force a romantic reaction out of him.
"Are you ready to go?" She asks, inclining her head up just a bit to reach his gaze.
"Fine." He answers.
She grabs his hand.
She still cannot comprehend what his life must be like.
She sees the way his eyes come alive when surrounded by wealth, and she watches as he willingly makes conversations and cracks the occasional smile. Studying him makes her smile and shake her head in wonder. He never struck her as the charming, charismatic type. But whenever they arrive at a party all eyes turn towards him, and everyone knows his name. The women all wait for a chance to talk to him, and they all swoon under his gaze. The men shake his hand and respect him.
She cannot understand why he stays here.
She knows what he can do. She has had a glimpse into his life as Prince Vegeta. She sees his natural leadership skills night after night as they attend party after party. She knows he can rule galaxies, universes, yet he is still here, by some twist of fate.
She knows he will never be content. And she is alright with that. She is close to perfect as she stands outside with his arms around her waist and her head buried in his chest. He helps her into the limo, and she grasps his hand. And as they stare at one another in the dark, black meeting blue, she considers that perhaps she is his destiny, and he is hers. Whatever may be, she knows she would be content to be held in his arms for an eternity.
And that is all there was.