How nervous could a person get?
Kale demonstrated the answer: she could get so nervous that steam rose from her head.
Even she did not know why, but whenever she thought of Broly's towering figure, her heart fluttered with nerves.
Caulifla watched her and found her entertainment for the day.
She teased, "And you still deny it? Look at you! Your face is so red it's practically on fire."
"Then again, I still think that guy called Son Gohan is more handsome."
"That long, furry tail of his is so wild. It's just too cool."
As Caulifla spoke, her hands somehow came to rest beneath her chin, stars sparkling in her eyes. She looked every bit the fangirl.
Kale disagreed, but she did not argue.
With steam rising from her head, her mind had gone completely blank.
Whoosh!
Just then, space rippled.
Son Gohan stepped through space.
Seeing Caulifla and Kale, Son Gohan raised a hand in greeting. "Hi, Caulifla, Kale. Long time no see."
"Huh? S-Son Gohan?" Caulifla froze, then snapped out of it.
She immediately jumped up.
Then she circled Son Gohan and poked his arm, confirming that he was real.
"Uh..." Son Gohan did not know whether to laugh or cry. The corner of his mouth twitched.
Caulifla's eyes shone. "What brings you here?"
"Aren't you supposed to be in Universe 7?"
"You can travel between universes, right?"
"You're amazing."
Caulifla's barrage of questions made Son Gohan deeply uncomfortable.
He preferred her old, wild and defiant attitude.
He could not say he disliked this hotheaded female Saiyan who wore only a tube top, but he could not say he liked her either.
Earlier, he had even been looking forward to this petite, black-haired girl foolishly provoking him so he could turn around and give her a good