Goku stared at his friends. He hadn't seen them in three years, and they had shrunk while he was gone. He was very happy to see his friend Bulma, but the dark part of himself that he usually ignored was screaming "Nooooo! Bad! Bad! She's sick! Get away NOW!". It would be a bad thing if Bulma was sick. He liked her, and didn't want her to die.
"Bulma, are you sick?" he asked, pointing to the symptom that had been causing the dark part of his mind to scream that she was ill and to stay away.
Years Later:
Bulma Briefs stormed past her mother before slamming a small object into the trash.
"That's the absolute last time I wear that shade of lipstick!" she snarled.
"What's wrong sweetheart?" her mother asked.
"I should have known something was wrong with it when Goku kept asking me if I was sick every time I wore it." she grumbled.
"Wore what dear?" her mother asked.
"The lipstick!" she yelled.
"What's wrong with it dear? I thought it looked very pretty on you." her mother asked, looking concerned.
"Vegeta just asked me when I was going to get my STD cleared up!" she half yelled, half wailed.