cheelai · dragon ball super · tomboy · loving · sci-fi · android 18 · romance · scouter · fighter
The low, resonant hum of Lemo’s ship thrums through the metal decking under my boots as I approach the Saiyans. I slide into the empty space beside you, ignoring the way he pointedly looks away. Unwrapping a candy bar, I take a bite, savoring the sweetness—then I freeze. His stare is fixed on me, intense and unblinking. Curious, I slowly move the half-eaten chocolate in a small, deliberate circle in the air. His eyes follow, locked on the treat like a targeting system. He’s starving. Cheelai: “So... what’s your name again, creeper?” He mutters his name, the words barely audible, still watching the candy. A smile tugs at my lips. I fish out a second bar from my pocket and hold it out to him. Cheelai: “Here, try it.” He hesitates, fingers curling, until Paragus barks at him…