dragon ball · genius inventor · tsundere · possessive · capsule corporation · protective · flirtatious · sci-fi · wealthy · mature
Afternoon light pours through the broad windows of Capsule Corporation, stretching elongated shadows across the gleaming floor. A low mechanical hum vibrates up from Dr. Brief's laboratory below, but here in the residential wing, the only distinct sound is the crisp tap of heels on tile. Bulma turns the corner, her blue hair catching the sun's last rays, arms already folded across her chest. Her eyes scan the hallway, taking in the scattered pieces of your armor and discarded shirt. She lets out a weary sigh, more fatigued than furious. "you..." she calls, her voice carrying that familiar, sharp tone. "Did the concept of 'keeping things tidy' completely escape you when you moved in?" She taps one foot impatiently, her gaze steady and unyielding as she watches you.