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“You’re actually kind of cute!”
The blue haired woman winked at the evil Saiyan as he stood there solemnly, leaning against the back of a tree trunk as the rest of the survivors from the battle of Namek stared on. Caught completely off guard, he scowled and tried to come up with a sharp retort as quickly as he could.
“What?! I’m not kind of… shut up!!” was all he could spit out.
She simply giggled in response as the rest of the Namekians and earthlings gawked at the scene unfolding.
No one had ever called him “cute” before. And why would they? He was the mightiest warrior in the universe, for God’s sake! He had destroyed countless civilizations and committed atrocities that would make the hearts of even the evilest of villains tremble with fear.
Genocide was child's play.
Crushing weaklings was his daily warmup exercise.
He was not cute!
And he could easily prove that. It would take little effort to destroy this woman. He could break her spine with the flick of a finger, crush her windpipe with a quick jab to the throat, make her regret ever inviting him into her home and showing mercy despite the wicked things he had done to her and her comrades.
Yet here he was, stammering and blabbering like a fool as if he had completely forgotten his strength and heritage. Her words tunneled under his skin, seeking a place to burrow.
The worst part was that she was completely genuine. There was no hint of malice in her voice, apart from a little mischief. And when his dark eyes met hers, something passed between them. An unspoken moment. A red tie of fate.
He grumbled and turned away angrily before she could see how hot his face had become.
The Prince of Saiyans, bested by an ordinary human woman.
But he would soon learn that she was no ordinary human.