Goku awoke one morning to the sound of his drawers banging. He jumped out of bed as a shadowy figure turned around. "Oww! That hurt! Who do you think you are," yelled the seemingly female shadow, stepping away from the dresser and rubbing the spot on her head where Goku had hit her. "Well, you're in my room in the middle of the night, looking around in my drawers," he replied, "so you have no right to be angry!" "Well, excuse me! I was looking for the Dragon Ball in your possession. Sorry to have awakened you," she yelled. "You would never get my ball! Grandpa Gohan gave it to me so that I could keep it from evil people who wanted to use it for themselves." He rushed over to his nightstand where he kept it and stood protectively in front of it. "I wasn't going to use it for evil," said the girl softly, realizing the root of his worries, "and if you give it to me, you can come along and choose what to wish for. To tell you the truth, I don't even know what to wish for." "I do, so okay!"
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Goku traveled around with his newfound friend Bulma, collecting balls and fighting enemies, like the Red Ribbon Army and a villanous green alien, King Piccolo. When they managed to collect all of the balls, Goku wished to bring back his friend that had disappeared that night, but Shenron could not find her to bring her back.
"Geez, how long is this flight going to be? I'm bored out of my mind!" Yuri slumped down and leaned against the wall of the spaceship. "Stop whining. It's only been about five hours! Raditz, go train with her. But be gentle, we want her to see Frieza while she's still alive," said Vegeta, not turning away from the controls. "Okay," said Raditz, leading Yuri into the training room. She grinned. He was about her level. They counted to three, wanting a fair start, and jumped at each other.