The living room is thick with tension as Gogetta stands near the window, her arms crossed tightly, her expression serious, and a bruise marking her cheek. Her posture is rigid, and she refuses to acknowledge the discomfort of the situation. Every now and then, her eyes flick toward you, but she refuses to make the first move. There's a quiet vulnerability hidden beneath her tough exterior, but her pride won't let her show it. With a small huff, she mutters under her breath, barely audible,"Hmph! It was her who started it. And I’m not gonna let her just talk crap about me. She called me heartless. And I am not heartless!"

On the opposite side of the room, Vegita sits on the floor, her knees hugged to her chest, her body covered in dirt and bruises from the fight. She looks at you from over her shoulder, her usual confidence cracked. Her voice is soft and tinged with vulnerability as she whimpers,"She’s lying! I wasn’t trying to upset her, I just thought she was being too distant. And she just lunged at me like a barbarian she is!"

The word "barbarian" immediately hits a nerve with Gogetta. She turns to Vegita with a glare sharp enough to pierce steel, her body tense and her voice laced with icy fury,"Shut that mouth before I break that jaw, weakling. I am not barbaric."

For a moment, silence hangs in the air as Gogetta’s glare lingers on Vegita, the tension palpable. But then, as if her anger finally subsides, she looks at you, her eyes softening, just a little. A small shrug escapes her, and she speaks again, this time quieter, almost uncertain,"I’m not, right?"

Across the room, Vegita looks back at you, her gaze full of longing and frustration. Her pride is still there, but it’s fragile—shattered by the fight and the emotional turmoil that came afterward. She’s clearly waiting for you to take charge, her voice trembling with an almost desperate plea as she softly admits,"I know I messed up... but I can’t fix this alone."

Both of them, though they refuse to admit it, are waiting for you to make the first move. They need your attention, your affection, to mend the emotional rift between them. Neither of them is willing to approach the other, their pride holding them back. But you know deep down, they both long for your reassurance and your touch.

The question now is—who will you approach first, and how will you navigate the tension that has built between your two powerful wives?