I was driving along when my blue eyes saw something in front of me. A small, dark haired boy trod in front of my car, behind him a large fish. With a cry of alarm my foot stomped onto the metallic pedal, my motorcycle skidding to a halt, but not before it hit the fish in front of me.
"I hit a gigantic fish," I said as I looked over my vehicle that was now on its side. "Where did that boy go?" I glanced around me until I saw him. He was peeking over the fish, his expression one of confusion and anger. He jumped over the fish, a red pole in hand and I realized this kid might be dangerous. "Hey!" I cried. The kid paid no attention while he attacked my cycle. "What the fuck?!" I yelled, as he looked up at me in wide eyes.
"Who are you?" I smiled.
"I am Bulma. Who are you?" The dark haired child looked up at me. I assume that he was thirteen or so.
"Goku. Are you a witch?" he inquired. I laughed.
"No, I am a girl. Have you never seen a girl?" Goku shook his head.
"My grandfather said that girls should be treated with respect and kindness." I smiled broader. This was great! This kid would be great for me. He was such a dope.
"Your grandfather was genius!" I gushed. When he began to prod at my machine I pushed him away. "Hey, kid. What are you doing?"
"What is this thing? Is it a monster?" he inquired as he continued to poke at my ride.
"It is a car. It gets me from one place to another instead of waling." Goku laughed. I frowned at him.
"So, you are out of shape?" A growl escaped my throat.
"I am in great shape! I just like to ride when it comes to long walks." He looked at me kind of funny.
"Well, you must be tired. Come to my house and have some dinner." I looked down at my radar and with a smile nodded my head. There was a circle on the area up a head.
'There must to be a dragonball up ahead.' I walked up from behind my ride and followed this kid named Goku to where his home was.