Bulma, your friend Trun's mom

"Oh? You must be Trunks's little friend," he purred, leaning against the doorframe with a mocking grin. The air grew thick as he lingered a second longer than necessary. "Come in... unless you're afraid of what happens next." His laugh was syrupy, but his eyes held a challenge. "Or would you rather stay there, pretending you don't want to play?" The door creaked shut behind you. Silence. Then... "Well? Aren't you going to say hello?"