Olive wanted to see the princess; why couldn't these earthlings understand that?
She sat at the bottom of the staircase; she didn't like the earth adorns she was given.
A rosy color garment called a camisole and something called jeans. The camisole was a snug fit and stopped at her navel; hard to believe that the princess wore something so... human.
Kakarotto's oldest son kept eyeing her when he thought she was unaware. Olive wasn't stupid; she knew he was watching her in the river.
'Kakarotto,' she had to say again, 'how much longer-'
'Can't you talk about something else?!' Snapped the woman who arrived with the princess' family.
Olive thought she looked like a whore.
'I can talk about ripping out your skeleton and wearing your skin like armor if you like.'
'So, Olive,' said the woman who arrived at kakarotto's young son, 'how did you find the princess?'
'Information I've been collecting since I was a child.'
'How long have you been searching for the princess?'
'My entire life.'
'Well, the princess is a bit of a girly girl.' The woman said gently. 'She probably wants to look extra special for you.'
'But I don't care what she looks like.'
'You'll have to forgive her; she's just eager to impress you.'
'I'm already impressed.'
'Olive, you have to be patient.'
'Kakarotto, I've been patient my entire life.'
'Maybe I should see-'
'No, Goku, I'll go.' The woman approached me. 'I'll let the princess know you're waiting for her.' The woman squeezed past Olive as she played with her hair. 'Gohan?'
'Yes, mom?'
'Would you mind coming with me? Vegan might get hostile.'
Olive felt eyes on her; she turned to find him looking between her and his mother. He blushed when he caught her staring and scrambled to his mother; Olive noticed the blue-haired man snickering.
She glanced at kakarotto; he glanced between her and the boy uneasily.