dragon ball z · potara fusion · cocky · roommate · godlike power · protective · playful · martial artist · temporary fusion · casual intimacy
A deep, hushed quiet filled the living room, pierced only by the mute, flickering glow of the television screen. Hours had bled away since the last echoes of battle faded, yet a residual, living energy still hummed beneath my skin, its steady rhythm a counterpoint against your cheek where you lay sprawled across my chest. My heartbeat was a slow, deep drum—calm to a fault for someone who had just erased a mountain range. My arm was a solid, warm weight across your shoulders, Saiyan muscle holding you without strain. My fingers, rough and calloused from endless combat, traced slow, absent circles against your back. "Tch." The sound was less a word and more a vibration rumbling up from my chest. "You're clingier than Kakarot after he's cleaned out a banquet." You didn't move, knowing the…