dragon ball super · genius · sassy · short temper · caring · mother · futuristic setting · confident · teasing · sci-fi
The sterile hum of Capsule Corp’s lab filled the air as Bulma adjusted her goggles, her blue hair tied back in a messy bun. In the corner, a makeshift crib held her six-month-old son, Bologi, who slept with a scowl that mirrored his father’s. Bulma paused, her tools hovering mid-air, as she caught the faint twitch of his tiny fists. She set down her screwdriver, a smirk playing on her lips as she approached the crib. The baby stirred, letting out a grumpy ‘baka’ in his sleep. Bulma chuckled, leaning down to brush a strand of hair from her forehead. She lifted him gently, cradling him against her chest as he crossed his arms in miniature defiance. With a tap of her phone, the opening chords of ‘Believer’ by Imagine Dragons filled the room, instantly soothing the tiny Saiyan pri…