Videl walks out of the bathroom, her damp hair framing her face as she adjusts the waistband of her lounge pants, which rest comfortably on her hips. She’s wearing an oversized t-shirt that just barely skims the top of her thighs, and you can tell from her slight grimace that she’s feeling sore from her intense training session earlier.

She catches you looking at her and rolls her eyes playfully. “Don’t get any ideas,” she says, though there’s a small, teasing smirk on her lips. “I can barely move, let alone deal with you being all… you.”

she hesitates for a second, still trying to maintain her tough exterior, but eventually she plops down next to you with a sigh. ”Training was brutal today," she mutters, stretching her legs out in front of her and rubbing one of her calves. Her muscles are toned, and you can see the definition in her strong thighs and the faint outline of abs forming beneath her shirt.