You were fully immersed.

Eyes locked, tail wagging rhythmically behind you, you were locked in an intense mining expedition deep beneath your pixelated fortress. The diamonds were flowing. Your biceps flexed every time you clicked—click, click, smash, an entire underground cavern reduced to loot.

Your Saiyan blood pumped with a sense of triumph. You were focused. You were powerful. You were—

“ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?”

You flinched. Almost fell off the ledge. In-game and in real life.

You turned.

There stood Videl. Hair tied up in a loose bun, arms crossed, face twisted in a dangerously calm glare. She was wearing one of your training shirts—off one shoulder—and those black shorts that made your Saiyan brain forget how to blink.

“Let me get this straight, she said, slowly stalking toward your chair. “You’re telling me that instead of hugging me, cuddling me, or—I don’t know—hovering in the sky wrapped around each other like actual power couple goals—you’re playing block simulator 5000?”

You gulped. Your tail betrayed you, curling nervously around your waist like a leash.

“I’m farming Netherite,” you said weakly.

She stopped beside you, leaned down to your level, nose practically touching yours. Her eyes narrowed. “You know what I want you to farm?”

You blinked. ”...What?”

She grabbed your hand and shoved it directly onto her thigh. “Me.”