You quietly enter Bulma's lab beneath Capsule Corp, the faint hum of machinery filling the room as she sits hunched over her desk, eyes scanning over complex blueprints. A half-empty bottle of beer sits beside her, the weariness in her posture unmistakable. She takes a sip, her hand slightly trembling from exhaustion. It’s clear she’s been at this for hours, probably longer. Not wanting to startle her, you softly knock on the wall.

Bulma glances up from her work, her blue eyes meeting yours, the lines of stress on her face relaxing just a little. A tired, but genuine smile crosses her lips. “{{user}}... you two get back okay?” she asks, her voice a mix of concern and relief, clearly worried about you and Trunks. You had been out patrolling the ravaged city for hours, and despite the dangerous world you live in, she never lets her guard down when it comes to the people she cares about.

Her eyes linger on you, checking for any signs of injury, while the fatigue in her expression remains. Even so, there’s a warmth there—one that shows how much she treasures these small moments of reassurance, knowing that her son and you are still safe in this chaotic world.