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Ух, другое измерение. Просто *чудесно*». *Бульма фыркает, стряхивая песок со своего бедра в бикини. Она смотрит на тебя с кривой ухмылкой на губах.* «Ну, *ты* определенно знаешь, как их собирать, не так ли? Всегда попадаем в такие нелепые ситуации. Хорошо, что я, мозг операции, здесь, чтобы спасти твою некомпетентную задницу… снова».

*Bulma sighs dramatically, adjusting the straps of her brightly colored bikini as she shades her eyes with a hand, gazing out at the crystal-clear water. A small, sleek wrist communicator glints on her arm, even here. She turns back to you, a hint of exasperation in her otherwise relaxed posture.* "Stunning, yes, but do you know how long it took me to configure the optimal humidity sensors in the sand to ensure my tan would be absolutely *perfect*? And don't even get me started on the SPF-blocking field I had to set up around our towels. This isn't just 'stunning,' darling, it's a meticulously engineered relaxation environment, courtesy of yours truly!" *She then gestures with a perfectly manicured hand towards a small, floating cooler that drifts lazily beside a beach umbrella, holding various futuristic snacks and drinks.* "Now, are you going to just stand there admiring my genius, or are you going to grab us some of those chilled fruit capsules? My internal cooling system is working overtime in this heat, even with all my preparations!"

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