Bulma was standing on Kame island's beach side. She thought about what happened 4 years ago. It was when she first met Son, Goku at the age of twelve. She'd learned about the dragon balls earlier and went to search for them. It was dark. Night time, of course. A full moon shining above the mountain tops. The small dragon ball was just up ahead and there was a rumbling noise. The ground was shaking violently. Flashes of light shining on each side. A mighty roar sounded through the night. Bulma didn't want the fiasco to deter her. She was naïve and too hot-headed to think about it. She had just wanted her wish. Then a giant furry foot had stepped in her way, making her crash her vehicle against it. She stepped out with her handgun and shot at it but that only made a hand just as big as the foot grab at her. She screamed with all her might when she met the face of a monkey with red eyes, no pupils. Then the sun had just came up. Sunrise. The monkey had shrunk and dropped her on the ground and when she looked up, Bulma came face to face with a naked boy who didn't look more than 8 years old with a long furry tail. Bulma didn't know what to do at all, just as she was about to leave, the boy woke up. His innocent black onyx eyes looked at her in curiosity. His hair was defying gravity and sticking in five different directions.

Bulma wanted to yell at him to put some clothes on, but he already ran of screaming 'grandpa' 'grandpa'. She had went to yell at him to come back but he was already gone. She looked at her radar and saw that the missing dragon ball was where he was headed. But when she got there, that boy was crying over a body. She came closer to look at it and was immediately shocked in horror. It was an old man. He had an orange jacket and a green cap on his head. His face was unrecognizable. It was mangled and torn. Blood was pouring from different parts of the body and he was somewhat flat. Like he was crushed.

"Grandpa!" He cried again hugging the dead body. That was when she felt something for him. Bulma went and hugged him. Blood had gotten on her clothes and skin but it didn't make her let go of him. The little boy cuddled against her chest as she cooed at him.

"It's okay. It's going to be okay, kid. Don't cry. Your grandpa wouldn't won't you to be sad. I'll take care of you. I'll keep you with me forever."

The boy looked at her."Really?" he asked rubbing his eyes.

"Really."

That day when Bulma promised to take responsibility to care for him, she felt like she had grown up to a new level. He didn't know anything about the city. She taught him everything except her genius. They were still going on her dragon ball hunt but were intercepted by Pilaf and his crew. Most of the time they got away but just when Goku was going to make his wish, the one Bulma said he can use to get his grandpa back, she was shot by Mai, Pilaf's best guard. That had put Goku in a tough situation. Either wish back his grandfather or wish back Bulma, the girl who became somewhat his mother. He thought real hard about it. How he always had to save Bulma but he came out okay every time. So seconds before she died, Goku told the dragon he wished that Bulma was just like him in every way. The dragon's eyes glowed red and Bulma's body slumped. The dragon disappeared and the orange balls flew in each direction across the earth. Goku was distraught when she didn't move. It was happening again. His mom, Bulma, died. His grandpa died over a year ago now she died just this minute but right in front in him. He cried out his pain. His months of training and fighting was glowing around him in a white aura.

Just as he was about to take off after Pilaf and his crew, who were frozen in fear at him, a scream had rung in his sensitive ears. He looked at Bulma, who was now levitating above him. Electricity was buzzing around her. She was howling in pain. Her hair became a little spiked, sharper and turned a raven black color. Muscles were forming. Her skin became tanner, darker than her light creamy fluorescent tone. A dark brown, long furry tail protruded out of her tailbone from her lower back. She grew from 4"11 to somewhere around 5"8. With one final scream, a black aura blew around her fiercely, then she fell with a light thump. Goku rushed to her and knelt by her head.

"Bulma?" He said, shaking her shoulders. No response.

"Bulma." Silence. He was frantically shaking her shoulders now but this time he didn't say her name.

"Mommy, mommy!" He pleaded loudly."Please, mommy, wake up. Please." He pleaded. He was too busy looking at her face for her response to see her tail moving around then curl around his own tail. He jumped in the air and looked behind him at his tail.

"Goku," A deep feminine, yet deep husky voice said. He looked back into Bulma's eyes. They were different. Her left eye was the same color as his but her right was still blue but only a shade darker. Like Midnight blue.

"Mommy!" He cried, jumping on her. He nuzzled her neck with his nose, tears silently streaming down his."I thought I lost you." His tail was still around hers and it tightened. Bulma wrapped her arms around him.

"Hey, sorry I worried you there." Bulma whispered. That's when a lot of knowledge bombarded her brain. Something about Saiyans. Pictures of people who look like humans that have tails flew around her mind. The blood lust for fighting, training, ability, ki, and much more. She was learning a lot. That's what Goku is, she wondered, a saiyan. But now I'm a saiyan just like him. They're suppose to be aggressive, violent, but Goku is gentle. At least he's the exception. She can feel loads and loads of energy flowing through her new veins. Bulma felt powerful and free. Then she remembered how she got in this situation in the first place and turned her now enraged face towards the little green buffoon, a human, she can say it now she's a full-blooded saiyan, and an orange yapping fox.

"I suggest you leave now before I kill anyone of you," Bulma snarled, baring her elongated fangs. The scurried around each other, trying to get away from her. Bulma smirked and humphed in triumph. She patted Goku on the back and set him on his feet. "C'mon Goku we have to find a village or a solid forest to stay in."

"Okay!" Goku started sniffing around and ran east. Bulma shook her head then assessed herself. Her small developing chest had grown to a probable c-cup. They were straining against her bloody shirt. Her shorts were ripped and tattered and she definitely felt more sexier with her black hair and tan and her hips were wider. But now she had to get to Goku. She ran after Goku, catching up to him quickly.

The months had passed quickly. Goku and Bulma met Oolong the pig in a village where they stopped him from collecting pretty girls and took him to come with them. Since the dragon balls had activated again they set out for Goku's new wish. They were travelling the desert when they met Yamcha the desert bandit. When he saw Bulma he promptly ran away. He was cute to her, but too childish at the same time. She was positively serious these days now. When he had attack, she was sleeping. She knew Goku would take care of it but they were making so much noise, she woke up to chew him out when she saw him. He had a floating cat with him named Puar. She was instantly annoyed by them and just snorted after they ran off and grabbed her hungry Goku and a cowering Oolong and went into his dynocap makeshift camping trailer on wheels. They were attack, again, by Yamcha but this time, Pilaf's lackeys came back, too. She was laying back on the bed after a shower, clearing her mind. Bulma heard someone come up the stairs. She thought it was Goku, coming to sleep with her like he always did at night. He loved laying on her stomach. She had taken a shower but didn't have any clean clothes with her since her dynocaps went missing so she just laid in bed with the sheet covering her head. The figure stood by her bed then was speaking in a low voice but she heard it clearly. It was Yamcha and he found out about the dragon balls. She felt a hand touch her chest and fondle it. He thought it was a dragon ball but it was a lot softer. She was glaring at his shadow through the sheet. He lifted it up only to meet the scowling glare thrown at him by the female saiyan and her naked body. Bulma used her tail and smacked him hard across the face after he screamed.

"Tch, fucking pervert," She hissed, grabbing him by his neck and threw him down to stairs into Puar who was coming up. Puar shivered under Bulma's heated glare and directed Yamcha to leave the trailer. She checked on Goku and found him snoring away by the table and Oolong just came in but with a gun.

"They came inside?" He asked, his beady eyes skimming appreciatively over Bulma's sheet covered body.

"What do you think, pig? The man came in and cooped a feel thinking I was a dragon ball," Bulma grunted.

"How did he find out about the dragonballs?" Oolong asked, surprised.

"Probably because you had ask Goku about them when I was taking a shower," Bulma suggest."They were outside the trailer so they heard it by the open window over the table."

"How did you know we were talking about it?"

"My ears do more than just frame my face, Oolong."

Oolong laughed nervously. Bulma knew that he was thinking of ditching her, but she would be able to find him easily find him. Bulma asked him if he could get her clothes washed and dried while she slept and he said okay so she left. They had exactly 5 dragonballs, they need two more. The next morning Bulma came downstairs and shook her still sleeping son. He didn't wake up so she said the one thing that would get him up.

"Goku, I have a giant buffet of food for breakfast made." Three...two...one...

"Food? Food! I want food!" The now fully awake saiyan child ran around the room sniffing then he turned to Bulma, who stared at him with one full eyebrow up and her hand on her hip.

"Good Morning!" he beamed.

Bulma chuckled and ruffled his hair. "Morning, baby."

"So when can I eat?"

Bulma laughed again and scooped him up in her arms. "C'mon let's get you a shower before we find Oolong for food." Bulma trotted to the bathroom and found Oolong brushing his teeth.

"Morning Oolong!" Goku chirped.

"Hey kid. Morning Bulma," Oolong waggled his eyebrows. Bulma grunted and stripped Goku before putting him outside the tub. Oolong choked on his toothbrush when he looked at the two. "Hey close the curtains if you going to be out in the open, Goku!"

"Why?" Goku asked, cocking his head to the side in confusion.

"Because, I don't want to see another guys anatomy." He barked.

"Anatomy?"

"Ye–," Bulma cut him off by hitting him on the head.

"Leave him alone Oolong, he's still small and younger than you and I'm still teaching him." Bulma huffed, going back to tub. "Pay no attention to the pig , he's being an idiot." Bulma said, turning on the water to fill up the tub. The tub filled up and she put her finger in it to see if it was warm enough and it was at the correct temperature. She pulled Goku into her embrace and stepped in the tub after dropping the sheet, not caring if Oolong was watching or not. Goku splashed around making Bulma hair get soaked.

"Goku stay still for a little so I can wash your tail," She scolded. Her and Goku's tail were still sensitive when pulled but it didn't hurt as badly. They trained their tails for hours during the day and was extremely exhausted before falling asleep. Bulma finished Goku's bath and looked out the tub for a towel and saw Oolong a few feet away. With a camera trained on them. Her scowl came on full force behind her hair and her visible left onyx eye burned right to his soul, piercing it with fright. Her long tail snaked out of the tub and smack the offending device out of his hand. The force of the hit made the camera shatter on impact against the wall.

"Oolong, I suggest that you go get the towels I left upstairs before I castrate you and bring me my clothes." Bulma hissed. "Knock on the door before you come in."

Oolong didn't need to be told twice. He was out of there. Bulma cradled Goku to her chest and hopped out of the tub, using her ki to dry them.

"Can I have some food now? Goku asked.

"Yes, yes Goku, you can have food." She said, dressing him. She patted his back, opened the door, and pushed him towards the kitchen."Go on."

She closed the door, only for someone to knock on it. She opened the door by a crack and snatched the clothes and towel and slammed it shut. Then heard a thump. Hmm...she must've hit Oolong. Eh, serves him right. She looked at the outfit and screeched. It was a bunny outfit complete with bunny ears and a puffy tail. Her own tail whipped back and forth in irritation before she wrapped it around her waist. Oolong is so going to get it. She put on a pair of black silk underwear with a matching bra. At least the pig had good taste in undergarments, unfortunately. Left the stockings and put on the bathing suit like bunny costume. She check the mirror and the outfit was skin-tight so she used her ki and sliced the clothing around her stomach, leaving it a two piece. It looked good. She also had cut a small hole on the back of the panties and all so her tail can be free. Bulma ditched the red high heels and bunny ears and left the bathroom, going upstairs to get her black boots then downstairs to the kitchen.

"You look good." Oolong giggled.

"Put an apple in it pig." Was all her response. "Now that your done eating go drive."

Oolong felt he was a servant but did as he was told. While they were driving, Bulma felt something was going to happen when she was making her own breakfast. Her instincts were screaming at her so she rushed to her suitcase that had the dragonballs, grabbed Goku then Oolong, much to his excitement, and jumped out the opened window just as a rocket came and blew the side of the trailer. It was them again. Yamcha and Puar. She dropped Oolong unceremoniously on the ground. She gave Goku the suitcase that held his staff and the dragonballs and gently set him on his feet then assessed the trouble.

"Now," she said, calmly to the cat and bandit."Why would you destroy our ride?" She asked, smirking at the now red-faced, nervous bandit. He turned his head and spoke loud and clear.

"We want the dragonballs. Hand them over and you won't get hurt." He said, trying to sound threatening, taking out his sword but was still facing the other way.

"Ha!" Bulma snorted."You want to threaten us for the dragonballs. You can't even look at me in the face without freaking out. And your ruining my chance of eating. I'm hungry and you just blew my breakfast up. I don't take to kindly of someone interrupting me eating for something you want."

Puar spoke up in a very high voice."Don't speak to Lord Yamcha that way. You should show respect."

Bulma snickered."Respect. I'll show respect to someone who can beat me. I don't think a bandit that has been on his ass in the desert like a sitting duck waiting to steal stuff from people is a Lord to me. Let me tell you that you both should give up. Or I'll whoop your ass," Bulma pointed to Puar."Then I'm going to whoop your ass." She pointed at Yamcha. Yamcha and Puar looked at each other before he put his sword back in its place and surrender. Bulma warned them not to try anything. She took the dragon ball radar and a string to tie it around her neck like a necklace. Yamcha had a dynocap car so he, Puar, and Oolong were riding in it. Goku and Bulma opted to run instead. They wanted to build their speed and stamina. They came all the way to a vast areas of trees, palm trees, and such. The smell of sea water breezed through the wind. They all took a break. Bulma mediated on her ki while the three goons sat down and Goku ran around the land, picking up heavy rocks to crush with his strength. She started to levitate cross-legged in the air, clearing her mind and pushing all the energy she has beneath her. If she succeeded in this and started flying, she can teach Goku soon enough.

Goku's scream sounded in the air and Bulma snapped out of her mind. She crouched near the ground. Her muscles coiled to pounce. Her eyes levelly scanned the area stopping at Goku who was looking at a huge sea turtle.

"Goku did you bring him here?" Bulma asked."Sea turtles are suppost to be in the ocean."

The turtle talked."Oh it was not him, Miss. My name's Mr. Turtle and I'm actually lost. I can't find my way back to the ocean to get to my master."

"Then you're really far away because it seems like the ocean is five miles away from this place." Bulma predicted.

"Oh that's not good. It can take me years to get back." The turtle sighed.

"We can take you there," Goku suggested happily.

"Oh really, would you really do it," The turtle asked, hopefully. Goku looked at Bulma with his big onyx eyes, pleading her to help. She sighed and checked the radar. The dragon ball was in the direction where the ocean is.

"Yes we can help." She said, picking up the turtle and securing him to her back. She turned to the others."Let's go." They wanted to protest but Bulma shut them up with a steely glare. Bulma and Goku ran 3 miles in under 5 minutes when a huge 40 foot bear with an eye patch, torn clothes and a giant sword came and stopped them

"Hey, girl!" He boomed."Why don't you hand over that delicious turtle you have on your back and I'll let you all go."

"Do what he says," Oolong screamed.

Bulma and Goku stuck their tongues at the bear saying, "Never!"

"Then I'll have to kill you all for my lunch!"

"Bulma, give him the turtle," Yamcha shouted.

"No!" Bulma let the turtle down and told him to hide behind Goku and faced the bear. "Fight me, you giant fur ball and try to take him from me."

"Very well!" The bear swung his sword at her but she was gone.

"Yoo-hoo!" Bulma whistled, standing of top of the sword. The bear looked at her in surprised then swiped at her again but she was gone. It happened again for a couple of times before Bulma got bored so she stood under the bear's muzzle and caught his attention. Once he looked down, she jumped and flipped backwards keeping her right foot straight out, nailing him in the jaw. An audible crunch for his mouth was heard and she landed on the ground. The huge bear landed on the ground on his back, unconscious."Learn your place."

Goku jumped on her back. "That was really awesome, mommy!"

Yamcha, Puar, and Oolong choked on their spit. "Mommy?"

Goku was sitting on her shoulders, his hands playing with her hair. "Yes she's my mommy, she took care of me after my grandpa died."

"But she looks so young to be a mother." Yamcha reminded.

"I am young, you idiot. I'm only 13 years old." Bulma hissed, rolling her eyes.

"13!" They all yelled simultaneously, causing both Saiyans to cringe.

"Uh, did I stutter?" Bulma asked snidely.

"But you look about 16 or 17." Oolong noted looking at her body really slowly.

"Yeah." Yamcha agreed nervously.

"I'm a saiyan, we grow tremendously at the age of 13," Bulma automatically said, looking in her mind for more knowledge she got about Saiyans.

"Saiyan?" They asked. Bulma just waved a hand and picked up the turtle.

"Let's just go." Goku held on tight as Bulma started running. The others scrambled to catch up.

The ocean became visible with every step. Bulma put Mr. Turtle at the edge of the sea when they stopped.

"Thank you all for helping me. I want to bring you a gift for your kindness." The turtle ducked in the ocean and swan away. Bulma sniffed and let out a deep breath.

"Let's spar Goku," She said, out of the blue."We haven't done so in a while."

"Kay!"

The three were confused. Sparring? They knew soon enough as Bulma and Goku crouched into fighting stances. Next, the two disappeared. The trio looked everywhere for them, only seeing them as a move a conducted and blocked. Bulma ducked and blocked every punch Goku threw at her and retaliated with her own. They were evenly matched. With every punch, the trio flinch at the noise. It sounded like thunder. They broke apart and flew back 10 feet. They hardly ever broke a sweat. Yamcha noticed that their tails were tightly around their waists. How come? Bulma phased in front of Goku and kicked. He blocked it with one arm. He punch up and she moved her head back. They didn't pay attention to the turtle that came back but with an old man on his shell. Bulma jumped in the air, Goku following and started again. Punching and kicking left to right. The old man shook as the beach trembled under the quakes it was getting from the power they were emitting. He scratched his chin in wonder but broke out of it as the two dropped down from the gravity and landed with an enormous boom. Sand and dust flew around the air. Everyone else coughed at the lack of oxygen and the air cleared. Bulma crouched low to the ground, a smirk on her face as her tail uncoiled from her waist to swish in the air in joy. Goku was getting better and so was she. Then she noticed that they had company. The turtle was back and with...an old man?

"Hello." The man said executing a peace sign. Bulma sniffed and shifted to stay upright on her hands and feet. Goku jogged to stand in between her legs. Both of their eyes staring at him before smiling and saying "Hey!"

Yamcha and the two shifting animals stopped behind them also saying their greetings. Bulma's tail swayed in the wind, curling and uncurling at the tip. She was curious. The old man stared at Bulma. She was like Goku. They had tails and their eyes are black. Except for Bulma's right eye was a deep blue. Actually, everybody that has met her wondered about that.

"I'm Master Roshi, the Turtle Hermit. Thank you for getting my turtle home." He coughed and kept his eyes on Bulma. Where all the guys around her perverts except Goku and the turtle? She wondered. Yamcha was shocked. It was the world-famous Master Roshi and he only trained some people about his moves."Now," He turned his gaze beneath him at Mr. Turtle."Who were the ones that helped you?"

"It was the girl and the small boy, Master Roshi." Mr. Turtle explained."The one with the tails."

"Hmm...now to think of a gift I can give you two for helping." Master Roshi thought. He snapped his fingers at a thought."How about the Flying Nimbus."

"Flying Nimbus?" The five question, in confusion and curiosity.

"Yep," Master Roshi cleared his throat. "Flying Nimbus, come to me." he yelled, his staff held high in the air. Bulma giggled. She thought his stance was funny. Her and Goku's ears picked up a whoosh in the distance and saw a yellow cloud speeding towards them.

"Is that it?" She asked, she pointed to the speck that came closer and closer to them.

"Yep." Master Roshi confirmed. The cloud stopped in between all four of them and Bulma poked at it.

"This is so cool!" She giggled again.

"This is the Flying Nimbus. You can sit on the cloud and fly it to anywhere you want. But you have to be pure of heart to be able to sit on it and ride. Like this," Master Roshi jumped and landed on the cloud only to fall through it. Bulma was laughing on the ground, pointing at Master Roshi who got up and dusted himself off.

"Maybe the cloud is defective."

"Ooh, lemme try! Lemme try!" Goku jumped on the cloud and stayed there. He didn't fall through."Yay! I did it! I did it!" Goku took the cloud and was riding through the blue sky.

Master Roshi was looking at Bulma and thought again. Should I give her my underwear? A date? He was brought out of his thoughts from a scream and faced Bulma who was right in front of him, pointing under his neck. "Can I have that?" she asked.

"What my underwear?" Master Roshi asked, grinning widely.

Bulma scowled and boomed in his ear."No, you perverted old man! The ball that's hanging around your neck!"

He looked down and held the ball."Oh this old thing. It washed out on my island years ago. It has no value to me so you can have it."

Bulma grabbed the necklace from his neck and called for Goku."Look, Goku! Look! It's a dragon ball!"

"Great, now we have one more to look for until we get our wish!" Master Roshi was dumbfounded.

"Wish? If that things grants wishes than I want it back."

"But you already said I can keep it," Bulma said cheekily.

"Yeah, that was before I knew about the wish."

Bulma growled. "I'll trade something for it because we really need it."

"H-how about a l-look under t-that shirt, girly," Master Roshi giggled, red spreading across his face and drool dripping from his open mouth. Oolong perked up at the idea and nodded in agreement. Yamcha covered his eyes and Puar just floated there.

"Now I see why the cloud won't let you on." Mr. Turtle accused, glaring at his master.

"Shut up! I've done so much to deserve this kind of treatment!" He yelled back.

"Is that all?" Bulma asked, irritated. The master nodded

Bulma sighed and shook her head, handing the dragon ball to Goku. "Fine!" she huffed, lifting her shirt. She heard a muffled noise and put her shirt back into place to see Master Roshi cover his nose with a napkin stained in red. The old man had gotten a bloody nose. She snorted and took the dragon ball necklace back and roped it around her neck.

"Oh and there's one more thing," Master Roshi called. Bulma raised an eyebrow for him to continue. He did."How about you and the boy come by my island sometime to train under my name."

Yamcha stuttered in shock. He knows that Master Roshi never trained anyone just like that."What about me?" He asked, hopefully.

Master Roshi looked at Turtle."Did he help you?"

Mr. Turtle shook his head in negative."Nope."

"Sorry then." Master Roshi shrugged. Yamcha let his shoulders droop in sadness.

Bulma agreed to the invitation and said goodbye. The turtle hermit and Mr. Turtle left the beach to go back to the island and the others went back towards the forest, searching out for the last and final dragon ball.