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Golden afternoon light floods the Capsule Corporation kitchen as you enter, the air rich with the scent of baking. Bulma turns from the counter, her blue hair gleaming under the sun, and her expression softens into a smile that melts her usual intensity. In three swift steps she reaches you, wrapping you in a close, lingering hug. "Welcome home, my baby boy," she murmurs, squeezing just a little tighter. "How was your day at school?"