The air in the dining room shifted.
The tension between them ignited like a spark meeting fuel.
Caulifla's golden eyes locked onto Raziel's, burning with a mixture of fury, challenge, and something unspoken.
Her tail twitched.
Her fist clenched.
Her cheeks remained red—not out of embarrassment, but out of sheer Saiyan defiance.
🔥 "Did he really just say that?" 🔥
Caulifla's Instant Retaliation
Without warning—
🔥 BOOM! 🔥
Raziel's chair EXPLODED from underneath him.
Caulifla had kicked it with such force that he was launched backward.
But Raziel?
He didn't panic.
Instead—he let himself fall, his body twisting midair with unnatural precision.
And then—
🔥 THUD. 🔥
He landed smoothly on his feet.
A perfect backflip recovery.
His smirk remained.
He brushed some dust off his shoulder.
Raziel: "Heh~. What's wrong, girl? Did I hit a nerve?~"
Caulifla's Saiyan Pride Burns Hotter
Caulifla stood up so fast that her chair nearly toppled over.
Her golden aura flickered around her, not from transformation—but from pure Saiyan aggression.
Caulifla: "I don't care how strong you are, Faker—"
🔥 WHOOSH! 🔥
She vanished in an instant.
And suddenly—
🔥 BAM! 🔥
She appeared right in front of Raziel, her fist driving into his stomach with full force.
The impact sent a deep shockwave through the dining room.
The table rattled.
The walls shook.
Even the air itself seemed to warp from the sheer force.
But Raziel?
He didn't budge.
Not an inch.
His smirk never left.
Raziel's Counter – Turning the Heat Up
Raziel: "That all you got?"
🔥 WHOOSH! 🔥
Before Caulifla could react—
His tail snapped forward, wrapping around her wrist in an instant.
Caulifla's eyes widened.
Her body tensed.
Raziel tightened his grip, pulling her closer.
🔥 "THUMP." 🔥
Their bodies were now inches apart.
His crimson eyes stared into hers.
His grip was firm—but not crushing.
Raziel: "You wanna play rough?~"
Caulifla's breath hitched for half a second—
Before her expression twisted into a wild grin.
Caulifla: "You damn right, Faker."
🔥 BOOM! 🔥
She kicked upward, trying to break free—
But Raziel anticipated it.
He moved with her motion, twisting just enough to keep control.
Their movements were now completely synchronized.
A perfect clash of raw instinct and reflex.
The Next Move – Who Will Take Control?
🔥 Everything paused. 🔥
Both of them were locked in place.
The challenge was no longer just words.
This was a battle of dominance.
A test of will.
A game of control.
Caulifla bared her teeth in a grin, her Saiyan blood roaring in excitement.
Raziel's smirk deepened, his own monster instincts flaring.
Neither wanted to back down.
Neither was going to.
This wasn't just training anymore.
This was war.
🔥 And it was only getting started. 🔥
The Unorthodox Training Begins
🔥 Everything stopped. 🔥
Caulifla's golden eyes widened in pure shock.
Her Saiyan instincts screamed at her to react—fight back—punch him through the nearest wall.
But her body froze.
Not from weakness.
Not from hesitation.
But from pure, unfiltered disbelief.
Raziel's "New Training" – A Poor Attempt at a Kiss
Raziel's lips pressed against hers—
But it was far from perfect.
It was sloppy.
It was awkward.
It was exaggerated in the worst way possible.
If a kiss could be labeled as 'untrained,' this would be the prime example.
🔥 It was, in every way, terrible. 🔥
Caulifla's Immediate Reaction – What the Hell Just Happened?!
🔥 BOOM! 🔥
A sudden, violent surge of ki exploded from Caulifla's body, her Super Saiyan aura bursting to life.
Her fists clenched so hard they nearly cracked the air itself.
Her face burned red—
Not from embarrassment—
But from a mix of unexplainable emotions she didn't know how to handle.
Caulifla: "YOU—"
🔥 WHOOSH! 🔥
She swung a fist—aiming to knock Raziel's head clean off.
But—
🔥 THUMP. 🔥
Her punch stopped mid-air.
Not because Raziel blocked it.
Not because he dodged.
But because her own body hesitated.
Raziel's Response – "I Need Training"
Raziel, still grinning like an idiot, leaned back slightly, arms behind his head.
Raziel: "Yeah... I need to train that... That was terrible."
His tone was completely casual, as if he had just attempted a new fighting stance instead of kissing her.
His tail flicked lazily behind him.
His expression?
Completely unfazed.
As if he just didn't register the nuclear bomb of emotions he just set off in Caulifla.
Caulifla's Internal Struggle – Processing the Absolute Madness
🔥 Her mind short-circuited. 🔥
Her entire existence questioned what just happened.
🔹 First, this Faker dominates her in a fight.
🔹 Then, he starts acting like a true Saiyan.
🔹 Now, he's saying he needs 'training' for something like THIS?!
Caulifla: "..."
She gritted her teeth, fists still trembling.
Her face still burned red.
Her Saiyan blood screamed for a response—ANY response.
And yet—
She had no clue how to handle this.
What Happens Next?
🔥 The air between them remained charged. 🔥
The battle had changed.
This was no longer about fighting.
This was something else entirely.
And Caulifla wasn't sure if she was winning anymore.
Raziel smirked.
Raziel: "So, girl~? What now?~"
🔥 The next move was hers. 🔥
Caulifla's Response – A Saiyan Never Backs Down
🔥 Her glare sharpened. 🔥
Her fist trembled in the air, still hovering inches from Raziel's smug face.
Her Saiyan instincts screamed at her—
Fight back.Dominate.Win.
But—
Her mind was blank.
Because this Faker…
He wasn't fighting her anymore.
He was challenging her in a completely different way.
And for the first time ever…
Caulifla had no idea what to do.
Raziel's Smug Victory – "I Think I Won This One"
Raziel tilted his head, his smirk growing wider.
Raziel: "Oh? No punch this time, girl?~"
🔥 BAD MOVE. 🔥
Caulifla SNAPPED.
🔥 WHAM! 🔥
Her knee SLAMMED into Raziel's stomach—a full-force impact.
But—
🔥 THUD. 🔥
Raziel barely flinched.
Instead, he let out a small laugh, rubbing his stomach.
Raziel: "Yeah… that's more like it~"
His tail flicked behind him, amused.
Caulifla: "DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN, YOU FREAKIN' FAKER!"
The Unpredictable Counter – "Oh? You Sure About That?~"
Raziel leaned forward, grinning like an idiot.
Raziel: "Oh? So if I did this—"
🔥 WHOOSH! 🔥
In a flash, he leaned in again—
This time, barely hovering a few inches from her lips.
Not actually doing anything—
Just seeing if she'd react.
And react she DID.
🔥 WHAM! 🔥
Caulifla's fist slammed into Raziel's cheek, sending him flying into the nearest wall.
🔥 CRASH! 🔥
The impact shook the entire void.
Caulifla's Furious Saiyan Pride – "I WILL KILL YOU!"
Caulifla's entire body was shaking—not from exhaustion—
But from pure, unfiltered rage.
Her face burned bright red.
Her Saiyan blood BOILED.
Caulifla: "YOU—"
🔥 BOOM! 🔥
Her Super Saiyan aura BURST to life, crackling violently.
Caulifla: "I SWEAR TO KAMI, I'M GONNA KILL YOU, YOU DAMN FAKER!"
🔥 WHOOSH! 🔥
She dashed forward—full speed—ready to BEAT HIS FACE IN.
Raziel's Laughing Defiance – "Ahhh, There It Is~"
Raziel, still crashed against the wall, let out a small chuckle.
His red pupils locked onto hers—burning with pure enjoyment.
Raziel: "Ahhh… yeah… there it is~"
He wiped the blood off his lip, grinning like a maniac.
🔥 WHOOSH! 🔥
In an instant, he was gone—vanishing just as Caulifla's fist was about to land.
He reappeared behind her, his tail wrapping around her waist again.
Raziel: "You're way too fun when you're mad, you know that?~"
🔥 BOOM! 🔥
Caulifla's ki exploded again, breaking free from his tail.
She turned, fists clenched, trembling.
Caulifla: "I'M NOT HAVING FUN, YOU IDIOT!"
🔥 But that was a lie. 🔥
And they both knew it.
What Happens Next?
🔥 The energy in the void was electric. 🔥
Caulifla's Saiyan blood screamed for dominance.
Raziel's soul burned with excitement.
Neither of them were backing down.
🔥 But this fight? 🔥
🔥 It wasn't just about strength anymore. 🔥
It was something else entirely.
Raziel grinned wider.
Raziel: "So, girl~? Round two?~"