Another ship I like. A cute little oneshot between Vegebul 3

The Capsule Corp rooftop was bathed in the soft glow of twilight, the first stars just beginning to peek through the darkening sky. Bulma leaned against the railing, a cup of warm tea cradled in her hands.

Vegeta appeared beside her, silent as always, his arms crossed. He didn't say a word—just stood there, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

Bulma smirked. "You know, if you wanted to stargaze with me, you could just ask."

Vegeta scoffed. "Tch. As if I need an excuse to stand wherever I please."

She rolled her eyes but inched closer, her shoulder brushing against his arm. A comfortable silence settled between them, the kind only years of love and bickering could forge.

Then, unexpectedly, Vegeta spoke again, his voice low. "That one." He pointed to a particularly bright star.

Bulma blinked. "Huh?"

"That's the star from my homeworld. The only one left in the constellation after…" He trailed off, but Bulma understood.

Her heart ached for him. Without a word, she slipped her hand into his, squeezing gently. Vegeta stiffened for a moment—then, ever so slightly, his fingers tightened around hers.

Bulma smiled. "It's beautiful."

Vegeta glanced down at her, his usual scowl softening just a fraction. "Hn. Not as much as you, woman."

Bulma's cheeks flushed pink, and she laughed. "Wow, Prince of all Saiyans, was that a compliment?"

"Shut up," he grumbled, but there was no heat in it.

Under the starlit sky, they stood together—two souls from different worlds, bound by something stronger than gravity.

And for once, Vegeta didn't mind just… staying.