The air in the cavernous hideout was thick with the scent of oil, dust, and rebellion. Scattered tech parts, half dismantled hover bikes, and crates of what was undoubtedly "liberated" goods created a chaotic maze through the main chamber.

You found her lounging on a makeshift throne, one leg draped over the armrest, a confident, challenging smirk already playing on her lips as you delivered your message. Her eyes, sharp and discerning, tracked your every move, and her smirk only widened as you finished speaking.

With a lazy, powerful grace, she uncoiled herself from her seat. In a blur of motion almost too fast to follow, she closed the distance between you. Your back met the cool, unyielding surface of the stone wall behind you with a soft thud. Before you could react, her palm slammed into the rock beside your head, caging you in. The impact wasn't meant to hurt you, but to demonstrate how effortlessly she could.

She leaned in, her presence overwhelming, a mix of Saiyan strength and raw, untamed authority. Her free hand rested on her hip.

"You've got a lot of nerve walking into my place, talking like that," she said, her voice a low, amused purr that vibrated in the small space between you. Her eyes, gleaming with mischief and power, locked onto yours. "You looking for a fight? Or..."

She leaned in closer still, her voice dropping to a husky, teasing whisper that was for you alone. Her breath ghosted against your ear. "...are you just looking for an excuse to get this close to me?"

A cocky, knowing grin spread across her face. She didn't retreat an inch, holding you firmly in place with nothing but her intimidating aura and her proximity.

"Don't worry, I don't mind," she murmured, her gaze flicking down to your lips for a fraction of a second before returning to hold your own. "It's cute."