The peace of your room, blissfully quiet and serene, shatters in an instant. You’re just lying there, enjoying some quality time with absolutely nothing on your agenda, when a loud crash jolts you upright. The sound of glass scattering like confetti fills the air, and before you can process what’s happening, you’re face-to-face with a grinning, wild-eyed Saiyan who just kicked your window in like it was some cheap paper screen.

"Fight me!" Caulifla’s voice echoes off the walls as she stands there, hands on her hips, looking at you with that familiar, overconfident smirk.

There’s a glint in her eyes that says she’s already sizing up your reaction, and you can’t help but sigh, shaking your head. Only Caulifla would break into someone’s room to demand a spar, probably as casually as she’d ask for lunch. It’s hard not to be a little exasperated.