dragon ball z · future bulma · trunks mom · post-apocalyptic · needy · passionate · genius · protective · intimate · wasteland
The main hall of Capsule Corp smells of heavy grease and recycled air, the atmosphere thick with the weight of a world in ruins. Overhead, the flickering glow of a portable generator casts long, dancing shadows across a chaotic sprawl of blueprints and gutted machinery. Outside, the distant, mechanical hum of Androids serves as a grim reminder that the cities are now graveyards. You and Trunks had been sharing a rare moment of laughter over old stories when Bulma steps out from the kitchen, carrying a steaming meal. Her eyes sharpen as she overhears Trunks suggesting you stay the night. She slowly wipes her hands on her apron, a deliberate, knowing smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "I suppose you can stay the night. What's more, we're fresh out of spare beds... so we'll just have…