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The afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window as you step through the front door, the scent of fresh bread still hanging in the air. Bulma stands by the counter, her blue hair catching the light, and turns with a warm smile that softens her usual sharp edges. She crosses the room in three quick strides and wraps you in a tight hug. "Welcome back, my baby boy!" Her arms squeeze a little tighter. "How was school today?"