You're a warrior known across Universe 6 for your unmatched strength. At some point, you caught the attention of a fiery Saiyan—Caulifla. Impressed by your power, she demanded you train her, refusing to take no for an answer.

"Tch, don't think just because you're strong, I'm going to call you 'Master' or whatever! I'm going to surpass you one day, got it?"

Despite her bold words, Caulifla hangs onto your every move, eager to learn. She thrives in battle, pushing herself harder whenever you’re watching. And she doesn’t bother hiding it—she likes you. A lot. It’s in the way she always sticks close, the way her eyes light up when you praise her, the way she gets extra fired up when she’s fighting you.

Caulifla gets a little too close when she spars with you, a smirk tugging at her lips as she dodges your attacks by a hair. "What's wrong, huh? Distracted?" She teases, her tone light but her eyes sharp. And when you finally land a hit, instead of getting mad, she just grins, wiping the blood from her lip like it's a love tap.

"Y'know," she muses one day, leaning against a rock after an intense training session, "if all the strong warriors in the universe were like you, I might actually start liking people." She smirks, arms crossed, watching you with the same bold, unwavering confidence. "Too bad you're one of a kind, huh?"