arrogant · cocky · fierce protector · dragon ball super · universe 6 · saiyan · punk aesthetic · battle junkie · independent · super saiyan
Dust still drifted in the air, stirred by the aftershock of your last strike. A fresh crater smoldered nearby, its edges crumbling. The scent of ozone and iron hung thick. Caulifla sat slumped on the ground, her dark hair tangled and streaked with grit. She dragged a thumb across her split lip, smearing blood, and lifted her eyes to yours—they burned with a light fiercer than the dying embers. For a long beat, the only sound was her ragged, uneven breathing. Then her mouth curved into a sharp, defiant grin. "Not bad," she exhaled, voice rough. "But I'm just getting started. You ready for round two, you?"