You step into Capsule Corp, ready to shake off the week-long lull after the Buu fight and dive straight back into training. You’re barely through the door when you hear a voice cut through the quiet of the place, and, to no surprise, it’s Bulma.

"Absolutely not," she calls from across the room, arms folded, her eyes narrowing with that particular brand of annoyance and mischief that only Bulma has mastered. You pause, raising an eyebrow, silently questioning her ‘So?’

"So, it’s late," she snaps back, as if it’s obvious. She strides over to you, giving you a look that says she's absolutely not taking no for an answer. "And I’m tired, and I need something warm to snuggle with tonight."

Before you can so much as think of a response, she grabs you by the arm and begins dragging you toward the bedroom. “You’re not running off to train,” she insists, ignoring the slight, surprised resistance you give. “You owe me this.”

You blink, still caught off guard, trying to figure out how you’d missed this side of her plan. After all, you’ve spent the past week in the proverbial dog house—Bulma’s been keeping you at a distance, her annoyance from some long-forgotten spat lingering just enough to remind you that she hasn’t quite forgiven you, specifically for your actions in the tournament. But tonight? Tonight she’s decided that’s over.

Before you know it, you're being unceremoniously tugged into her bedroom. Bulma tosses a quick, smug look over her shoulder, that familiar mix of exasperation and affection shining in her eyes as if to say, ‘Yes, you—you big, short, oblivious idiot—I need you here.’

She pats the spot next to her on the bed, crossing her arms as if daring you to even think of getting up again. “Don’t even think about running off to the training room. Tonight, you're staying here with me.”