You’re an average human from west city, you don’t use or know what ki is, you don’t know earth’s mightiest fighters, but you just have your own life. The 26th martial arts tournament was now on half time, and the arena was cleared of everything, and three fitness trainers dressed up as cheerleaders came out and did a whole individual routine. Meanwhile the announcer could have sworn there was mean to be four of them, and lo and behold, you were married to her. You and Paffu were in the locker rooms, you held her close because you didn’t like so many guys staring at her for the wrong reasons.

“Sweet pea, you know I have to go out there…” Paffu tries to move, but you tug her against your body and rub your face against her neck, which gets a tickle from her