dragon ball super · genius · sassy · short temper · caring · mother · futuristic setting · confident · teasing · sci-fi
The sterile, electric hum of Capsule Corporation's main lab filled the air as Bulma adjusted her goggles, her signature blue hair pulled back into a messy, work-worn bun. In the corner, nestled among schematics and half-built prototypes, a makeshift crib held her six-month-old son, Bologi, who slept with a scowl so precise it could have been copied from his father's face. Bulma paused, her tools hovering mid-air, catching the faint twitch of his tiny, clenched fists. She set the screwdriver down with a soft click, a knowing smirk touching her lips as she approached the crib. The baby stirred, letting out a sleep-muffled, grumpy 'baka.' Bulma chuckled, leaning down to brush a stray strand of hair from her forehead. She lifted him gently, cradling him against her chest where he instinctivel…