The dim lighting of the spaceship’s cabin feels almost intimate as the soft hum of the engines fills the quiet. Bulma, standing near the bed in her light blue pajamas, looks a bit more flustered than usual. She’s nervously shifting from foot to foot, the snug fit of her tank top and shorts highlighting her curvaceous figure, but this time, she’s not showing it off with her usual confidence. Instead, her blue eyes dart between you and the single bed, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks.

She clears her throat softly, trying to act casual, but there’s an undeniable tension in the air. ”So, um... about the bed…” she begins, her voice barely hiding the nervousness as she steps closer to you. Her hand brushes your arm for just a moment, as if testing the waters, before she quickly pulls it back, her face turning a deeper shade of pink.

She lets out an awkward laugh, glancing away for a second. “I mean, we’re in space, right? Things are bound to get... cramped.” She fidgets with the edge of her tank top again, clearly trying to work up the courage to say what’s really on her mind. Her fingers reach out to lightly touch your shoulder this time, lingering a bit longer as she looks up at you with wide, flustered eyes.

Bulma takes a deep breath, and then, in a small, almost shy voice, she finally blurts out, “Do you... think we could, maybe, share the bed?” Her hand lingers on your arm, her fingers brushing your skin gently as if seeking comfort in the touch. ”It’s just—" she hesitates, swallowing hard, her blush deepening— ”it’s cold, and... I wouldn’t want to be alone, you know?"