Goku Son
Present Day…
"Hey Bulma! Bulma! There you are!"
"Oh hey Goku! Sorry it's been a busy day." Bulma groaned at her best friend.
"Busy day? But it's only ten in the morning." Goku questioned. He looked in her office only to find papers scattered all over the floor. The room was a bit bare, only furnished with a single desk and two chairs. The only frames on the walls were an old photograph Bulma had taken with her parents while in grade school and a photo of Bulma and himself at their high school graduation. Bulma, you can't stop working can you? Goku thought while childishly smiling at his longtime friend.
Back then, in elementary school, Bulma wasn't known to have many friends. Some kids were annoyed of her brilliance, answering even the most difficult questions given. It earned her the title "teacher's pet" only; those kids thought she was doing it on purpose, but truthfully Bulma couldn't help herself. Average education came so easy to her and she loved learning about things. She was like a sponge looking to soak up any new knowledge she could.
On the other hand, there were kids that thought Bulma had it all: being privileged with a wealthy and well known family; having a highly intelligent
father, along with a damn good cook for a mother; and always having that same, beautiful smile on her face no matter what the situation.
There were kids who just plain avoided her, acting as if she were invisible, then there were kids who tried their hardest to be liked by her-knowing that she may sprinkle a little of her wealth on them as well. However, even at a young age, Bulma knew the truth.
Those kids were just fake-wanting only money from her. Thus the reason she tried her best not to get close to the people she met. This is, until she stumbled upon Goku…or maybe, it was he who stumbled upon her?
"Whachu working on, Bulma?" Goku asked, scratching the back of his head.
"Well, in simple terms, I'm in the process of designing a device that will regulate your body temperature at will" she said, while scribbling notes down on the blue-prints "I haven't figured all of the kinks out yet, but I think I'll have it built in a week or two. Want to be the first to test it for me?" She looked up to her friend innocently, though her voice revealed sinister plans.
"Aha, well…sure. Why not. I mean, I guess if it doesn't hurt…I'll be," he gulped "…fine."
Bulma chuckled. Oh the memories she had made with him.
It was sometime in the fall of her sixth grade year in junior high. She was getting something from her locker when a boy with wild hair suddenly just crashed into her.
"Whoa! I'm so sorry. I was racing this guy and I guess I forgot to watch where I was going." His blush turned beet red as he scratched the back of his head. "Really. Im so so sorry. Are you okay?"
Right away, Bulma knew there was something different about the kid. I guess he doesn't know who I am, huh?
"Don't worry, I'm fine. Umm… my name's Bulma by the way. My dad manages Capsule Corporation."
"Cool…Capsule what again? OH, I'm Goku Son. Nice to meet ya!" he smiled as he helped her up. "Hey uhh, I gotta get to class, or I might get detention again…haha. Maybe I'll bump into you again, Bulma. See ya!" And he was off, running faster than she's seen anyone gone before.
And she was dumbstruck. How can someone be so oblivious of Capsule Corp.? was one of the questions that popped up in her head. But most importantly, why was he being so nice to a total stranger?
Bulma was so accustomed to minding her own business and having people ignore her, she didn't recognize the feeling she got after Goku had left. Huh, I hope we do bump into each other again. She thought, rubbing her back. She closed her locker and headed towards her class.
And sure enough as she walked into the door- BAM. Her head collided with the same boy from a couple minutes ago.
"Ouch! Your head is so hard! Huh? Hey, Buruma. Long time no see, haha. Guess we bumped into each other sooner that we would've thought." He laughed, helping the blue headed girl up.
"It's BUL-MA. But yeah, weird, huh?"
"What? What's weird?" A genuine questioned look on his face.
This guy is just something else, isn't he? She shook her head and chuckled, "Never mind, let's take our seats."
Not long after she met Goku, Bulma was offered a chance to skip straight to high school. Though they hadn't known each other for long, Bulma became slightly attached to Goku, seeing him as the younger brother she never had. Goku was the first person she'd ever met that didn't try to take advantage of her- and the only kid her age she could actually feel comfortable with.
Goku was genuine in everything he said and did. Granted when it came to school work, he wasn't the brightest- but when problems pertained to real-life situations, Bulma might as well have called him a genius! He knew exactly what to say, and wasn't the type to sugar-coat answers. He was the first person Bulma could call a true friend, and the first person to ever read out of Bulma's book…
"So, have you made a decision? Excuse, Miss Briefs?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess a dozed off. Do you mind repeating that, please?" Bulma sat up straight in her chair, looking so serious, so professional for a twelve year old girl.
The principle of the school adjusted his glasses and folded his hands. He was an intimidating looking man, but Bulma knew better. He looked straight at her and repeated his question, "Have you decided about whether or not you are leaving your current grade for high school? It is a big step, though knowing how you are Miss Briefs, I'm absolutely positive the jump will do you good. I hate to admit, but your intelligence is way past our school's standards."
For some reason, Bulma felt nervous. Yes, she'd made the decision, but she did not want to be judged for the reason of it. Bulma knew that skipping straight to high school would set up a greater future, but would it be the future she wanted? Another couple years feeling lonely and depressed because no one cared to even talk or relate to her?
"No." she whispered.
"Excuse me? No, you haven't made a decision? Miss Briefs, you do know that I'll need an ans-"
"No," she said, louder and firmer, "I meant: No. I'm not going to move to high school."
The principle's jaw dropped. "Are-Are you sure about that? Bul- Miss Briefs think about the opportunity skipping to high school could give you. Think about it, -"
"I already have, Mr. Furukawa. My decision is final." She lowered her voice, now looking at the floor, "I'm sorry if I have disappointed you."
"But why? Why stay here- not that we don't want you here; you're a great aspect of this school- but why stay? What's holding you back?"
"He's not- Nothing is holding me back, sir. I've finally found myself somewhat comfortable in school. I've made a friend and I don't intend on leaving him just like that."
"Miss Briefs, I assure you: You'll make new friends in high-"
"You can't assume that. I apologize, but I have to go now. Any questions can be taken up with my parents, however, I can assure you that whatever decision I make, they'll be one-hundred percent for it. Thank you for your time… and uhh, see you Monday."
She smiled awkwardly and left- also leaving behind a stunned principle.
Remembering now, what Bulma had said in there was true. Nothing and no one was holding her back. She decided on staying by herself and it was her choice alone. Sure, Goku was the biggest reason she chose to stay, but ultimately she couldn't have had it any other way.
Goku was like her brother now. He's always been there for her. And she was thankful for him.
"Bulma," Goku spoke up, looking her straight in the eye. "Have you been checking it lately? You know… To see if anything has changed yet."
Bulma froze, hesitantly moving her eyes to a certain photograph on the wall.
