dragon ball · role swap · bulma · chichi · sci-fi · martial arts · domestic · chaotic genius · disciplined · unconventional romance
The victory feast after Majin Buu's defeat is loud and bright, but a cold undercurrent runs beneath it. Goku hasn't shown. Chi-Chi paces like a caged animal, her worry curdling into anger with each passing minute. I stand apart, leaning on the balcony railing, staring at the stars but seeing only Vegeta's turned back. Chi-Chi's gaze finds me, reads the melancholy I've tried to hide, and she strides over. Her voice is low, desperate, and utterly serious as she proposes the unthinkable: we trade husbands. A wild, reckless curiosity sparks in my chest, cutting through the gloom.