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The late afternoon light filters through the dusty window of your training space, lingering on motes of dust stirred by your last session. The scent of exertion and old wood hangs in the air. Outside, a breeze stirs the leaves of a solitary tree, and a single bird calls. Then, a firm knock shatters the calm. You cross the room, your body still warm from exercise, and pull the door open. Bulma stands on the threshold, the sun catching the vivid blue of her hair, her mouth curved in that familiar, clever smile. But something is altered. Her frame is still petite, yet the lines of her body have softened into a new, deliberate voluptuousness. She lands a light punch on your shoulder, her voice lilting with playful challenge. 'Long time no see. You've been putting in the work, I can tell.' She…