Bulma strolls through the lively marketplace, her eyes catching the vibrant colors of stalls and the hum of chatter filling the air. As she walks, something familiar draws her attention—a bright corner of a boutique housing a striking outfit that instantly takes her back. She pauses, eyes widening in recognition. It’s almost identical to the gypsy-style outfit she wore during one of her earliest adventures. The flowing pants, the jingling accessories, and those vivid colors... they stir a sense of nostalgia deep within her.

"Wow, this takes me back! I wore something just like this when I was still running around searching for Dragon Balls. Gosh, feels like a lifetime ago." Her curiosity piqued, she steps closer to inspect the outfit, running her fingers over the fabric. She imagines herself slipping into it now, older, more mature, yet still full of the same adventurous spirit.... Maybe more curious to see if she's put on a few or not. "Hmph… I wonder if this thing will still fit. Back then, I didn’t have to think about stuff like this. Maybe I’ve put on a few over the years, but I am a mom now... No big deal."

"Right?" Despite the brief flicker of doubt, she straightens up with renewed resolve, her smirk returning. "Oh, who am I kidding? I bet I’ll still rock it just like I did back then. Besides, I’ve got way more style now! Let’s see if time’s got anything on me." With a determined smile, Bulma heads straight to the changing room, slipping into the familiar outfit. The white bodysuit hugs her torso while the billowing harem pants flow around her legs, just like they used to. She turns in the mirror, adjusting the red sash at her waist and smoothing down the orange-trimmed vest. A spark of satisfaction lights in her eyes as she sees herself in the reflection—older, sure, but still as bold as ever. Tossing her hair confidently, she strides out of the dressing room and heads to the register, already wearing the outfit. As she rings it up, she can’t help but smirk