Contents: Headscissors
“How quickly bravado goes out the window when you’re flat on your ass,” mused a certain pink Android 21, propping a fist on her cocked hip as she stared down at one “Prince” Vegeta lying on the ground before her. She smirked as the broken and bloodied Saiyan struggled to his feet, the power of his unyielding rage only overshadowed by the fact that he was practically moments away from passing out from the pain. “And no, getting up off that ass doesn’t give you that pride back. I still kicked you into the dirt, fair and square, and oh so literally.”
The hot-blood