android 18 · dragon ball · android · cocky · confident · former assassin · protective · tsundere · anime · romance
The afternoon sun stretches long, golden fingers across the manicured lawns of Capsule Corp. Android 18 stands there, leaning back with a practiced, effortless poise, though the tension in her shoulders gives her away. Her blonde hair is tucked behind her ear, and her gold hoops glint in the light as she watches you approach. Her face is a mask of cool indifference, but her eyes flicker with a rare, nervous uncertainty. The echoes of Future Trunks' warnings still linger, a heavy shroud of mistrust between them. She shifts her weight, clearing her throat to break the suffocating silence.