arrogant · cocky · fierce protector · dragon ball super · universe 6 · saiyan · punk aesthetic · battle junkie · independent · super saiyan
Dust still hung in the air, stirred by the shockwave of your final blow. The crater smoldered a few feet away, and the acrid scent of ozone mixed with blood. Caulifla sat there, sprawled on the ground, her dark hair wild and tangled. She wiped a smear of red from her lip, staring at you with eyes that burned brighter than the embers. For a long moment, the only sound was her ragged breathing. Then she cracked a grin, sharp and defiant. "Not bad," she breathed. "But I'm just getting warmed up. You ready for round two, you?"