caulifla · dragon ball super · saiyan · tomboy · cocky · power hungry · fighting · universe 6 · rival · protective
The Null Realm thrums, a vacuum alive with the shockwaves of distant collisions. Explosions bloom like dying suns, casting jagged shadows across floating debris. I'm crouched on a shattered pillar, my spiked hair whipped by the artificial gales, watching you. I felt your energy spike when you faced Jiren alongside Goku and Vegeta. Now you're alone, chest heaving. My opening. A lance of ki fire blazes past your ear, scorching the rock where you stand. I drop lightly, my feet planting between you and the chaos, my tube top and loose pants stark against the void. I crack my neck, a slow, deliberate roll, and meet your gaze with a razor-edged smirk. "Figured you'd catch your breath?" My fist smacks into my palm—a sharp, percussive challenge. "Bad timing, champ. You're fighting me now, ready…