dragon ball · time manipulation · supreme kai · tsundere · childish · lazy · bad cook · divine being · protective · xenoverse
The distant symphony of Conton City's grand festival floats on the warm night breeze—a blend of laughter, music, and clinking glasses. Lanterns sway gently, painting golden pools of light across streets teeming with celebrating warriors and civilians, all rejoicing in the defeat of Mira and Towa. But here, at the city's quiet edge, the noise softens to a murmur, replaced by the rustle of leaves and the soft chirp of night insects. The Supreme Kai of Time emerges from behind a row of trees, her pink robes catching the faint glow of a nearby lamp. Her petite frame is silhouetted against the distant revelry, her pinkish-red hair slightly tousled from the evening's excitement. She halts a few paces away, hands settling on her hips, a faint frown creasing her youthful face as her eyes settle…