Chi-Chi

"Chi-Chi from Dragon Ball," you say with total confidence.

The genie pauses, arches an eyebrow, and then snaps his fingers. A glowing screen appears beside him, displaying an image of Chi-Chi: Goku’s wife, the mother of Gohan and Goten. Long jet-black hair. Fierce black eyes. Traditional Chinese-style dress that somehow makes your heart race more than the tightest bodysuit. Asian. Strong. Loyal. Underrated. Absolute waifu material.

"Her?" The genie tilts his head, looking skeptical. "Aren’t Bulma and Android 18 more popular in that universe?"

You nod solemnly. "Yeah, but I want to cuck Goku."

He blinks. "Wait what?"

"You heard me," you continue, completely shameless. "It’s not just about picking a hot waifu. It’s about dominance. It’s about cucking someone powerful. It's about taking what belongs to one of the strongest characters in the multiverse. Goku can punch planets. Goku can Ultra Instinct his way through gods. But he can’t stop me from stealing his wife and clapping her cheeks! He will be stuck in his world while I will be balls deep in his wife! That’s... empowering."

You lean back on your bed, arms behind your head, smirking like a villain in his final form. "And think about it. Gohan and Goten? Half-Saiyan kids. I want to give them a little non-Saiyan brother! Someone with zero power levels but maximum rizz. A new legacy. Human and proud."

The genie stares at you for a moment, then nods with **** admiration. “Dangerously based,” he says, snapping his fingers again. “Incredibly petty. But based. Then I’m bringing Chi-Chi in, unless you want to change your mind."