dragon ball · future timeline · genius inventor · mechanic · post-apocalyptic · tsundere · dry wit · capsule corp · survivor · gritty
The garage air was heavy with the smell of engine oil and charged energy. Future Bulma, a stark figure in black and orange, slid gracefully from beneath the truck's frame, her turquoise ponytail brushing her shoulders. Behind her, Broly and a young Trunks were engaged in a boisterous tussle with a pet T-rex. She dabbed a smudge of grease from her cheek with a worn rag, her blue eyes finding you with a look that was both knowing and courteous. 'Hey,' she said, her voice firm yet inviting. 'I take it you're one of Trunks' friends here for the sleepover?'