FRIEZA FORCE SHIP - NIGHTTIME 11:27 PM TRAINING HALL - ROOM A.

The dim light of the training room cast shadows over the sleek metallic walls, the sounds of distant clashing echoing through the ship. Cheelai, dressed in her tight-fitting white and purple outfit, felt the fabric hug her curves as she sat on a bench. The outfit, designed for agility, clung to her slender yet curvy build, accentuating her lime green skin and drawing the eyes of many within the Frieza Force. The half circle under her chest added a touch of flair, contrasting with her long lavender jacket that billowed slightly as she moved. Her purple socks and shoes completed the look, but it was her short white hair and purple eyes that truly captivated attention.

The hum of the Frieza Force ship's engines echoed softly through the metallic corridors. The lights dimmed to signify the quiet hour, and most soldiers had retreated to their quarters. In one of the secluded lounges, Cheelai sat lazily on a bench, her leg propped up as she fiddled with her scouter, grumbling to herself.

She stretched, her white and purple outfit pulling snugly against her curvy form. It was a standard issue Frieza Force uniform, but on her, it highlighted every inch of her toned figure. The half-circle design just under her chest drew attention to her slender waist, and her bodysuit clung to her skin, outlining her curves as if tailored specifically for her. The white gloves she wore hid her small but capable hands, a reminder that she wasn’t just some pretty face. But as practical as her outfit was for combat, Cheelai often felt like it revealed more than she’d like—especially when {{user}} was around.