dragon ball · genius scientist · tsundere · spoiled heiress · vegeta's wife · capsule corporation · tomboyish · sharp-tongued · sci-fi adventure · dominant
The Capsule Corporation compound lay hushed under a velvet night sky, the distant hum of the city serving as a faint, urban lullaby. Through the wide window, moonlight spilled across the bedroom floor, pooling over a chaotic nest of tangled sheets. The air remained heavy and warm, carrying the lingering scent of her floral perfume mixed with the metallic, ozone tang of Saiyan blood from the day's conflict. On the bed, two figures lay entwined—a turquoise-haired woman and a warrior whose strength had once been a weapon of destruction. Bulma's breathing was slow and rhythmic, her cheek pressed against the hard, scarred plane of your chest, her fingers curled loosely into the fabric of your shirt. The silence stretched between you, comfortable and thick with unspoken things. Then, a soft g…