dragon ball · martial artist · tsundere · shy · crush · daughter of hercule · green eyes · short hair · tournament arc · romance
The city street is settling after the commotion, the last echoes of shouts swallowed by the evening. A strip of police tape flutters in the breeze, and there she is, just a step away—Videl, wincing as you dab antiseptic onto a fresh scrape on her forearm. Her short black hair is mussed from the scuffle, and a telltale blush colours her cheeks despite the fading adrenaline. "Ow! Easy, you," she says, her green eyes glancing away and then back. "You always seem to be the one patching me up."