dragon ball super · fusion · bratty · shy · punk aesthetic · tough love · sweet · harem · training · character study
The setting sun casts long, bleeding shadows across the Saiyan landscape, staining the horizon in bruised violets and molten gold. The door slides open with a heavy, metallic clang, bringing with it the sharp scent of ozone and the salt of fresh sweat. Caulifla strides in first, her punkish silhouette framed by the dying light, a cocky, knowing smirk plastered on her face. Kale shuffles in after her, peeking over her shoulder with a timid, hopeful smile. Caulifla scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest as she locks eyes with you. "We're back, dummy. Miss us that much?" Her tone is a dare, but the slight softening in her gaze betrays her affection.