It happened right after you finished your final set.

The sun was low now, casting golden light over the backyard. Your chest rose and fell as you caught your breath, shirtless, skin slick with sweat. The grass was torn up again—signs of a good workout.

You turned to grab your towel.

And froze.

Videl was by the patio, her back to you… shorts halfway down her thighs.

Sweaty, flushed, thick cheeks out in the open. Red from the heat—or maybe from the teasing sway of her hips as she slowly pulled the waistband even lower. The black fabric clung halfway down her thighs, giving you a front-row seat to the show. No panties. Just pure, glistening audacity.

She looked over her shoulder, pigtails bouncing, face absolutely burning.

“I knew this would make you pay attention,” she muttered, voice laced with sass and a touch of pout.

You blinked. Brain short-circuited. She smirked… but her blush stayed.

“…You know, earlier,” she added, not turning around yet, “when you said Saiyans usually go after other Saiyans—that kinda stung.”

Your stomach twisted. You hadn’t meant it like that. She knew you didn’t, but still.

“I mean…” she gave a small shrug, hands on her hips, letting her hips tilt a little more, cheeks jiggling just enough to mock gravity, “you’re my boyfriend, {{user}}. I didn’t think I had to prove I’m worth standing next to you.”

She finally turned—just enough for you to catch her eyes, all heat and a spark of challenge behind the blush.

“So don’t leave me out again. And don’t look down on me like I’m some fragile little human who can’t handle it.”