π₯ Caulifla's Chaos β A War Inside Her Head π₯
Her fists tightened.
π₯ HER HEART WAS STILL BEATING TOO FAST. π₯
π₯ HER LIPS STILL TINGLED. π₯
π₯ HER BODY STILL FELT TOO HOT. π₯
And yetβ
π₯ HE JUST STOOD THERE. π₯
π₯ ACTING LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED. π₯
Raziel: "Well? Any suggestions?"
π₯ Caulifla's teeth clenched. π₯
π₯ LIKE HELL SHE COULD THINK ABOUT ARMOR RIGHT NOW. π₯
π₯ THIS FAKER JUSTβ π₯
π₯ TCH. NO. π₯
π₯ DON'T THINK ABOUT IT. π₯
π₯ DON'T GIVE HIM THE SATISFACTION. π₯
She took a deep breath, forcing her brain to focus.
π₯ FINE. HE WANTS TO TALK ABOUT ARMOR? π₯
π₯ SHE'LL TALK ABOUT ARMOR. π₯
Caulifla: "Tchβ¦ First off, Fakerβ"
π₯ HER VOICE WAS SHAKY. π₯
π₯ DAMN IT. π₯
π₯ SHE CLEARED HER THROAT QUICKLY. π₯
Caulifla: "First off, the color's weird. Red and purple? Really?"
Raziel: "Oh? You don't like it?~"
π₯ HIS SMIRK. AGAIN. π₯
π₯ SHE WANTED TO PUNCH IT OFF HIS FACE. π₯
Caulifla: "Tch⦠I didn't say that! Just⦠Maybe add more black or white."
Raziel: "Hmm⦠Noted. Anything else?"
π₯ WHY WAS HE ACTING SO NORMAL?! π₯
π₯ HE JUSTβ π₯
π₯ NO. STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. π₯
Caulifla: "The tubes. What do they even do?"
Raziel: "Ah~ So you noticed."
π₯ WHOOSH! π₯
He leaned slightly closer.
π₯ SHE FLINCHED. π₯
π₯ HER BODY WAS STILL ON EDGE. π₯
Raziel: "The armor is linked to your ki. It strengthens depending on how much energy you release."
π₯ HER EYES WIDENED. π₯
π₯ WAIT. THAT MEANTβ π₯
Raziel: "The more you fight, the more it enhances your power output. But it also adapts to your combat style."
Caulifla: "Tch⦠So you made it just for me, huh?"
π₯ BAD MOVE. π₯
π₯ HIS SMIRK GREW. π₯
Raziel: "Of course I did, girl~"
π₯ BOOM. π₯
π₯ HER CHEST TIGHTENED. π₯
π₯ TCH. WRONG CHOICE OF WORDS. π₯
Caulifla: "A-ANYWAY!"
π₯ SHE NEEDED TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT. FAST. π₯
Caulifla: "And what about the scouter? What's with all those extra stats?"
Raziel: "Ahh, I see you checked it."
π₯ HIS TONE. TOO SMUG. TOO CASUAL. π₯
Raziel: "It doesn't just read power levels. It calculates transformation efficiency, energy drain, and even determines the chance of winning a fight."
π₯ Caulifla remembered. π₯
π₯ ZERO PERCENT CHANCE. π₯
π₯ HER TEETH CLENCHED AGAIN. π₯
Caulifla: "Tch⦠You just HAD to add that part, huh?"
Raziel: "Of course~ Wouldn't want you getting any false hope now, would we?~"
π₯ BOOM. AGAIN. π₯
π₯ SHE WAS GOING TO KILL HIM. π₯
Caulifla: "Tch⦠Yeah, yeah, whatever."
She took a step forwardβ
π₯ WHOOSH! π₯
π₯ BUT HE MOVED TOO. π₯
π₯ CLOSER. AGAIN. π₯
π₯ BAD MOVE. π₯
π₯ TOO CLOSE. AGAIN. π₯
Raziel: "One last thing, girl~"
π₯ Caulifla gulped instinctively. π₯
π₯ WHAT NOW?! π₯
Raziel: "If I make any upgradesβ¦"
π₯ He tilted his head, eyes locked onto hers. π₯
Raziel: "You better not break this armor too fast."
π₯ BOOM. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. π₯
π₯ SHE COULDN'T WIN. π₯
π₯ NOT AGAINST HIM. NOT YET. π₯
π₯ BUT SHE'D FIND A WAY. π₯
π₯ BECAUSE NO WAY IN HELL WAS SHE LETTING HIM KEEP WINNING. π₯
π₯ A New Challenge β A Battle Beyond Strength π₯
Raziel: "Before I start working on your armor's colors, I'll tell you somethingβ¦"
π₯ Caulifla narrowed her eyes. π₯
π₯ Tch. What now? π₯
π₯ WHOOSH! π₯
π₯ HE MOVED IN. CLOSE. TOO CLOSE. π₯
π₯ HIS BODY PRESSED AGAINST HERS. π₯
π₯ BAD MOVE. π₯
π₯ HER BREATH HITCHED. π₯
π₯ WHAT THE HELL WAS HE DOING?! π₯
Thenβ
π₯ A WHISPER. RIGHT AGAINST HER EAR. π₯
Raziel: "Tonight⦠I'm fighting you with full power."
π₯ Caulifla tensed. π₯
Raziel: "But in a⦠different way~"
π₯ BOOM. π₯
π₯ HER HEART SLAMMED AGAINST HER RIBS. π₯
π₯ WHAT THE HELL DID HE MEAN?! π₯
Raziel: "Get ready for assaults coming from everywhere~"
π₯ HER FACE WENT RED. π₯
Raziel: "You're really gonna need to prepare, girl~"
π₯ BOOM. AGAIN. π₯
π₯ HE WAS MESSING WITH HER. AGAIN. π₯
π₯ TCHβ¦ DAMN HIM. π₯
π₯ WHOOSH! π₯
Suddenly, he grabbed her handsβ
π₯ AND PULLED HER UP. π₯
π₯ "H-Hey!!" π₯
Before she could yank herself away, he was already leading her forward.
π₯ WHERE THE HELL WERE THEY GOING?! π₯
π₯ THENβ π₯
π₯ THE LAB. π₯
π₯ TCHβ¦ WHATEVER. π₯
At least she could finally get this armor situation dealt withβ
π₯ BUT THENβ π₯
π₯ WHOOSH! π₯
π₯ HE MOVED FAST. π₯
π₯ WAY TOO FAST. π₯
π₯ A SINGLE, SUDDEN MOTIONβ π₯
π₯ CLICK. π₯
π₯ HER ARMOR SHIFTEDβ
π₯ "TCHβWAIT, WHATβ?!" π₯
π₯ BEFORE SHE KNEW ITβ π₯
π₯ HE HAD REMOVED IT. COMPLETELY. π₯
π₯ SHE WAS LEFT STANDING THEREβ π₯
π₯ WITH NOTHING. π₯
π₯ BOOM. π₯
π₯ BOOM. π₯
π₯ BOOM. π₯
π₯ HER ENTIRE FACE TURNED DEEP RED. π₯
π₯ "F-FAKERβ!!" π₯
Raziel: "β¦Yeah. As I thought. Pretty obvious."
π₯ Caulifla froze. π₯
π₯ WAIT. WAIT. WAIT. π₯
π₯ WHAT THE HELL DID HE JUST SAY?! π₯
π₯ SHE WHIPPED AROUND, READY TO KILL HIMβ π₯
π₯ BUT HE HAD ALREADY TURNED HIS BACK. π₯
π₯ JUST LIKE THAT. π₯
π₯ AND HE WAS ALREADY WORKING ON HER ARMOR. π₯
π₯ AS IF NOTHING HAPPENED. π₯
Raziel: "Alright, come here and start telling me the exact design you want."
π₯ Caulifla stood there, completely frozen. π₯
π₯ HER ENTIRE BRAIN SHUT DOWN. π₯
π₯ HE JUSTβ π₯
π₯ AND THENβ π₯
π₯ AND NOW HE WANTS TO TALK ABOUT ARMOR?! π₯
π₯ TCHβ¦ DAMN HIM. π₯
π₯ SHE'D GET HIM BACK FOR THIS. π₯
π₯ SOMEHOW. SOME WAY. π₯
π₯ Caulifla's Meltdown β A Saiyan's Worst Nightmare π₯
π₯ HER FACE WAS STILL RED. π₯
π₯ HER HEART WAS STILL RACING. π₯
π₯ AND HE JUST TURNED AROUND LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED?! π₯
π₯ TCHβDAMN HIM. DAMN HIM. DAMN HIM. π₯
She clenched her fists, her entire body tense.
π₯ SHE WANTED TO SCREAM. π₯
π₯ SHE WANTED TO PUNCH HIM THROUGH A WALL. π₯
π₯ BUT MORE THAN ANYTHINGβ π₯
π₯ SHE WANTED TO UNDERSTAND HOW HE KEPT WINNING. π₯
π₯ AND WHY THE HELL SHE COULDN'T STOP REACTING TO HIM. π₯
π₯ TCHβ¦ FOCUS. π₯
π₯ JUST FOCUS ON THE ARMOR. π₯
She grabbed the nearest cloth-like fabric from the lab table, wrapping it around herself quickly.
π₯ NOT BECAUSE SHE WAS EMBARRASSED. π₯
π₯ JUSTβ¦ BECAUSE. π₯
π₯ WHATEVER. NOT THE POINT. π₯
Meanwhile, Raziel was calmly working.
π₯ LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED. π₯
π₯ TCHβHOW?! π₯
His hands moved over a holographic screen, adjusting color schemes, inputting design elements, calculating armor responsiveness.
π₯ He was actually taking this seriously. π₯
π₯ NO TEASING. NO GAMES. π₯
π₯ JUST WORKING. π₯
π₯ AND FOR SOME REASON, THAT MADE HER EVEN MORE ANNOYED. π₯
Raziel: "Alright, girl. You gonna tell me what you want, or are you just gonna stand there fuming?~"
π₯ BOOM. π₯
π₯ BAD MOVE. π₯
π₯ HER EYE TWITCHED. π₯
π₯ OH, HE WANTS TO TALK NOW? AFTER ALL THAT?! π₯
π₯ OH, SHE'LL TALK ALRIGHT. π₯
Caulifla: "TCHβOKAY. YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT I WANT?"
π₯ WHOOSH! π₯
She stormed over, slamming her hands onto the lab table.
π₯ Raziel didn't even flinch. π₯
π₯ OF COURSE HE DIDN'T. π₯
Caulifla: "FIRST OFFβCHANGE THE COLORS. RED AND PURPLE? REALLY?!"
Raziel: "I think they suit youβ"
Caulifla: "TCH! I WANT BLACK AND WHITE. SIMPLE. STRONG. GOT IT?!"
Raziel: "Mmm, contrast. Not bad."
π₯ WHY WAS HE STILL SO CALM?! π₯
Caulifla: "SECONDβTHE ARMOR FEELS TOO FANCY. I DON'T NEED ALL THIS SHINY CRAP."
Raziel: "So, something sleeker, more lightweight?"
Caulifla: "YES! I NEED TO MOVE FAST. NOT LOOK PRETTY."
π₯ BOOM. π₯
π₯ WAIT. SHIT. WRONG CHOICE OF WORDS. π₯
Raziel: "Oh? So you DO care about how you look~"
π₯ BOOM. AGAIN. π₯
π₯ TCHβHE CAUGHT THAT. π₯
Caulifla: "T-THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT, FAKER!!"
π₯ HE WAS SMIRKING. AGAIN. π₯
π₯ OH, SHE WAS SO DONE WITH HIM. π₯
Raziel: "Alright, alright. Black and white, sleek design, flexible for speed. Anything else?"
π₯ She was still fuming. π₯
π₯ HER BODY WAS STILL HEATED. π₯
π₯ HER MIND WAS STILL A MESS. π₯
π₯ BUT FINE. SHE'D PLAY ALONG. π₯
Caulifla: "Tch⦠Yeah. Add some durability. I don't want this thing breaking the second I power up."
Raziel: "Of course. You do tend to get reckless, after all~"
π₯ BOOM. π₯
π₯ DAMN HIM. π₯
π₯ SHE SWORE, HE WAS ONE COMMENT AWAY FROM GETTING PUNCHED. π₯
Caulifla: "JUST FIX IT, ALRIGHT?!"
Raziel chuckled, his fingers swiftly moving over the screen, inputting the changes.
Raziel: "Alright, alright. No need to get all worked up, girl~"
π₯ TOO LATE. π₯
π₯ SHE WAS ALREADY WORKED UP. π₯
π₯ AND SHE STILL DIDN'T KNOW WHY. π₯
π₯ AND THAT PISSED HER OFF MORE THAN ANYTHING. π₯
π₯ THE BATTLE WAS FAR FROM OVER. π₯