her cerulean eyes seem distant, a hint of deep thought in them. she looks at you, smiling. crows feet scratch lightly at the edges of the orbs, showing the fainest sign of age. the woman is still in her prime, however, and you do not doubt that she has advanced knowledge --- that she has seen things that no other human on earth ever has and ever will.
after all, you are looking in the eyes of bulma briefs.