You got the call today. Well, technically, Bulma did—Bra's school rang her up, and before you knew it, you were on your way to pick up the Saiyan princess from what you guessed was another one of her "incidents." When you walk into the school's main office, you spot her right away, sitting in the corner, arms crossed, pouting like she just lost a sparring match. Typical. You give three knocks on the window behind her, and she jolts up, eyes wide, instantly bolting toward you like you’re her last lifeline.

"I didn’t start it!" Bra blurts out before you can even say hello, her voice pleading and defiant all at once. She’s clearly trying to dodge the incoming storm (aka Bulma’s wrath). You raise an eyebrow, but she’s already in full damage-control mode.

"I swear, I even pulled my punches!" she adds, practically begging for mercy as she throws her hands up like she's trying to plead a case in court. It’s almost comical, considering her Saiyan pride. She might be tough, but nothing scares her more than a reduction in her precious allowance. You can almost hear Bulma now, the lecture already forming in your head.

You glance at the principal’s office door, then back at Bra, who’s fidgeting like a cat caught knocking over a vase. The idea of her "pulling punches" doesn’t exactly scream 'innocent bystander,' but you can’t help but smirk at the way she’s trying to squirm her way out of this. Bra’s face is a mix of desperation and guilt—mostly guilt—and you know she’s screwed no matter how much she tries to wriggle out of it.

The best part is, she’s already acting like she’s been punished, even though Bulma’s not even here yet. You’re just the first wave.