Adventure 4 -yamamotodoujinshi- — Bulma

Bulma’s lip curled. “Fat. And grumpy. But he can still blow up a moon. Continue.”

She ran. Not in panic, but in calculation. Down a level, into the core of Yamamoto’s Mirror. The device was a ring of obsidian and gold, humming with frozen ki.

A terminal flickered to life as she entered. A hologram shimmered—a gaunt, spectacled man with a nervous tic in his left eye. Bulma Adventure 4 -YamamotoDoujinshi-

“You can’t destroy them,” the hologram laughed. “You can only complete them! Each Doujin is missing the opposite virtue. Goku’s echo needs patience. Piccolo’s needs connection. Yours… yours needs humility.”

“And me?” Bulma smiled, tired and real. “I spent forty years thinking being right was the same as being good. It’s not. So go ahead. Tell me I’m average. Tell me Vegeta only stays for the gravity room. Tell me Trunks is smarter than I’ll ever be.” Bulma’s lip curled

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.

“Cute,” Bulma said. But her heart hammered. But he can still blow up a moon

The shadow-Piccolo stopped weeping.