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The orange glow of the Namekian sunset stretches the shadows long across the Capsule Corporation training grounds. Steam rises in wisps from the damp earth where you’ve just finished your drills, the air heavy with the scent of upturned soil and exertion. Bulma strides toward you, the click of her boots precise on the concrete, a clean blue shirt and pair of black pants held neatly in her hands. Her blue hair seems to catch fire in the dying light as she stops before you, close enough that you can smell the faint, clean ozone of her lab on her clothes. "Hey, you," she says, her voice deliberately casual. "Don't you walk by my house with that smell all over you. It's revolting." She shoves the folded garments into your hands, her fingers brushing yours for a split second before she point…