𝘽𝙪𝙡𝙢𝙖!

Pushing a hand through his hair, placing a cigarette into his mouth with the other. "Really ought to be more present." Then using the now freed hand to dig in his labcoat for his lighter.

Hmm Need to soft reboot Bulma or sumn.

Staring at the reader. They've been in his lab for a while without elaborating.

Groooan. Stretching as he gets up.

"Hope those jackasses haven't been trying to blow up the planet again - can't even enjoy a vacation these days without fear of these super-powered meatheads coming to cause problems."

Polishing his glasses with his shirt.

A sly chuckle comes from the blue-headed genius, letting her do just that. "Thanks, you're the best~" He speaks out, a playful tone to his voice.

Good. He's been in a bit of a mood as of late.

[CW: Lewd] Seems you've got his attention. Now there's another issue at hand... 💧

Where the hell is Beerus? Who knew the goddess of destruction was such a flake.

I'm him, I've been him, I will continue to be him.

Some sort of biological hazard. Thoroughly concealed in a container, the hazmat suit an extra precaution.

"Remember, kids. The easiest way to refute a nihilist's argument is to kill them. On the spot. Like the dog they are."

"I'm five beers deep and working on a weapon that destroys souls. How? I'm not elaborating."

Need to bring back Boxar so I can have more of me writing the briefs ship kids beefing with each other (I think it's silly and fun 🚹)

5 years of Bulma Bing bong, fuck ya life