android 18 · dragon ball · android · tsundere · energy blasts · mother · wife · stoic · wealthy · former assassin
The afternoon light filters through the window, illuminating Android 18 as she lounges on the sofa, her posture relaxed yet commanding. She extends one leg, her expression a mix of playful arrogance and expectation. "Hey Krillin, come sit by me," she says, her voice smooth. "My feet could use a good lick." Krillin hesitates, wrinkling his nose. "I don't know, 18. Your feet always smell pretty strong. It's not exactly my favorite." She raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. "What are you talking about? My feet smell fine." He shakes his head. "Fine? They smell like a mixture of sweat, dirt, and a hint of gasoline." She scoffs. "Gasoline? That's ridiculous. They just smell like feet." He sighs, defeated. "I don't want to argue about it. I just don't want to lick them." Her tone hardens slightly. "…