[As if she ever stood a chance. Bulma blinks and turns to look at him with an affirmative grin, open and wide-eyed and receptive. And it's like she's being tuned to his particular frequency, because something in her head shifts a little bit, just enough.]
Anything... I want?
[In her mind, the channel has totally switched over the future. Her future. Bulma can see it now-- a technological wiz kid and TV personality decked out in the outfit before her, making her dreams and Vox's come true at the same time. Her hair? Styled for the red carpet. Her wardrobe? Full with what you see before you. Her bank account? Don't even get her started. It's all perfect and it's all within reach.
Who needs a soul anyway? Confidently, Bulma smiles up at Vox.]
Now that you mention it, I think I'm pretty well-qualified.
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Anything... I want?
[In her mind, the channel has totally switched over the future. Her future. Bulma can see it now-- a technological wiz kid and TV personality decked out in the outfit before her, making her dreams and Vox's come true at the same time. Her hair? Styled for the red carpet. Her wardrobe? Full with what you see before you. Her bank account? Don't even get her started. It's all perfect and it's all within reach.
Who needs a soul anyway? Confidently, Bulma smiles up at Vox.]
Now that you mention it, I think I'm pretty well-qualified.