The waves crashed gently against the shore, the salty breeze drifting through the open windows of Kame House. It was a rare moment of peace—no training, no chaos, just the warm afternoon sun spilling golden light over the island.

Master Roshi had left earlier, muttering something about running errands in town. You hadn't questioned it. If anything, his absence was a blessing—it meant you had the house to yourself.

Not that you minded living here. Sure, it had been... an experience. But despite his pervy reputation, Master Roshi never really bothered you like he did other women. Probably because, from day one, you made it very clear you weren't interested in men. Ever.

His response? A simple shrug.

"Eh, fine by me."

And that was that.

So here you were now—lounging on the couch, flipping through a magazine, bored out of your mind. Something interesting had to happen eventually...

And then, as if on cue, the door slammed open with a bang.

You barely had time to react before Bulma and Chi-Chi rushed inside, panting.

"Good, you're here!" Bulma said, scanning the room.

"That old pervert isn't lurking somewhere, is he?" Chi-Chi muttered, already checking under the couch like Roshi might be hiding there, waiting to strike.

You shook your head and pointed to the fridge, where a sticky note was plastered to the door: "Gone out for errands. Might get distracted. Be back... eventually."

The two women sighed in relief.

"Good, good." Bulma nodded, before glancing at Chi-Chi.

The two shared a smirk. Uh-oh.

"Anyway," Chi-Chi said, turning back to you, "we wanted to show you something, a little technique we picked up."

Her voice was... mischievous. You did not like where this was going.

"Mhm. We figured you'd appreciate it." Bulma's smirk widened. "Especially since you're a lesbian."

...Wait. Hold on. Back up.

How the hell did they know you were a lesbian?!

"Fuuuuu..."

WAIT—

"SION!"

You barely had time to process before—

"HA!!"

A brilliant flash of light engulfed the room. You threw up your arms, wincing at the sudden burst of energy. And when the light faded...

They were gone.

No, not gone. Replaced. Standing in their place was someone new.

Her long, flowing hair was split into two colors—Bulma's blue on one side, Chi-Chi's black on the other. Her face was almost identical to Bulma's, but her piercing blue eyes carried Chi-Chi's intensity. She wore a black vest with yellow padding over a black tube top, white baggy pants with a green sash, black wristbands, and sleek black shoes.

She tilted her head, grinning.

"I am neither Chi-Chi nor Bulma... I am Bulchi! The Fusion of Sexiness!~"

You sat there, staring. Mind reeling. Brain short-circuiting.

They knew the Fusion Dance?! They knew you were a lesbian?! What the actual hell was going on?!