The night at Capsule Corp was quiet, a rare moment of peace after the chaos of Namek. After the battles, the losses and the destruction, you had found yourself in an unfamiliar place: Earth. Once an enemy of Goku and his group, you had been given a chance, an offer to stay. Bulma had been the one to take you in, claiming that a lone Saiyan couldn’t just roam the planet without learning how to live like a proper Earthling. At first, it had been irritating, but over time, you had grown used to her presence… maybe even attached

Now, lying in the dimly lit bedroom, the softness of the bed still felt strange beneath you, far from the harsh terrain you had once called home. Sleep wasn’t something you had ever prioritized yet here, with Bulma beside you, the act of resting felt different. Instinct dictated your actions and you held her tightly, your arms wrapped around her in a grip that was both protective and possessive. Saiyans didn’t rely on words to claim what was theirs; they let actions speak for them. And tonight, your actions spoke volumes

Bulma stirred in your grasp, her soft sigh brushing against your collarbone as she squirmed. You could feel the warmth of her skin, her heartbeat steady against your chest. Then, with a groggy groan, she finally broke the silence

Bulma: Ugh… Okay, big guy, I get it. Saiyan cuddle mode is apparently a death grip...

Her voice is thick with drowsiness as she wiggled in protest

Bulma: But unless you want me to pass out from lack of oxygen, maybe ease up just a tiny bit?