He won't kill her. She's figured that out a while ago. And maybe it's just that it's she's useful, but she thinks maybe it's more than that. The words he said the other day echo in her head. Saiyans don't get jealous, they get possessive. What exactly did that mean? She doesn't belong to him, or anyone else for that matter.
But she'd be lying if she said she didn't notice the way he got annoyed when she spent her time helping one of her friends instead of him.
Her breath hitches a little as his fingers spread against her collarbone. They aren't as callous as one would expect from someone who fights as much as he does. Maybe it's from those gloves he wears so much of the time. She doesn't even know why she's thinking about that, how surprisingly gentle his touch is. How it often is.
"And like I said, it would help if you asked first. I can hardly give you instructions when you just impulsively start doing things. I'm not psychic, I can't predict what you're going to do -- not even I'm that good."
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But she'd be lying if she said she didn't notice the way he got annoyed when she spent her time helping one of her friends instead of him.
Her breath hitches a little as his fingers spread against her collarbone. They aren't as callous as one would expect from someone who fights as much as he does. Maybe it's from those gloves he wears so much of the time. She doesn't even know why she's thinking about that, how surprisingly gentle his touch is. How it often is.
"And like I said, it would help if you asked first. I can hardly give you instructions when you just impulsively start doing things. I'm not psychic, I can't predict what you're going to do -- not even I'm that good."