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The second was a shadow-Piccolo, silent, weeping black tears, turning the air around it to cold, suffocating loneliness.

She didn’t power up. She didn’t pull out a bigger gun. She turned her back on the shadow-Bulma, walked to the core of the Mirror, and sat down cross-legged on the cold metal floor.

She stood, dusted off her jumpsuit, and pressed a single capsule. The tower collapsed neatly into a cube the size of a suitcase. She tucked it into her pocket, next to the broken data chip. Bulma Adventure 4 -YamamotoDoujinshi-

“No,” she typed back. “Just finally growing up.”

The first was a Goku-shaped void, its mouth a permanent, screaming maw. It lunged, not with a Kamehameha, but with a primal bite , shearing through a steel support beam like wet cardboard. The second was a shadow-Piccolo, silent, weeping black

She finally turned to her own reflection. The clock-eyed Bulma was trembling.

The shadow-Piccolo stopped weeping.

Bulma sat in the dark for a long moment, then pulled out her phone. She texted Vegeta: