"You mean you've never heard of them???"
"Nope."
Bulma was in complete shock. Who was this kid? He was so strong, and yet so blissfully ignorant of the world around him. She explained to Goku everything she had heard about the saiyajins.
When she got to the part about the brown belt, she noticed a rather furry object around Goku's trunk...
"OhmyKami!"
"What is it Bulma?"
"You-you're one of them! That brown belt! All the saiyajins have one!"
"Belt?? What belt?"
"That one!"
"Huh? Oh, this thing! It's not a belt, silly!"
"Then...what is it?"
Goku stood silently for a moment, then slowly, the would be 'belt' started to move on its own accord, until it flailed out behind the boy.
"A...TAIL???"
"Yep, that's what Grandpa Gohan calls it."
"GOHAN?? The old martial arts master? He's you're grandpa? No wonder you're so strong and everything! It all makes sense now...'cept for that tail of yours."
Goku scratched his head and sighed.
"Well, I dunno how to explain that to ya. I gotta go get dinner, see you around sometime?"
"Sure...and Goku?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you think you could teach me how to fight like you?"
"Well...I'm not sure..."
"Please? I won't be any trouble, just enough for self-defense and all. It would ease my mind knowing I could actually DO something for once besides menial labour."
"You use big words."
Bulma had to chuckle at that, and it wasn't long before the two children were laughing away gaily. Twenty minutes passed by without any of them noticing.
It was then that Bulma looked up at the sky.
"Oh shoot! I'm late! I have to go, see you tomorrow? Same place, same time?"
"Sure. By Bulma!"
"Goodbye Goku!"
Bulma sped off toward home as fast as her little legs could carry her, without damaging the parcels. Standing at the door of her home once she arrived was Maelyn, her adoptive mother whom she was required to address as "M'am".
She was a tall, dominating figure who wore men's breeches, saying "Them fancy fandangles are just too damn tight for a real woman." Maelyn had a stern expression on her face as Bulma opened the gate.
"And just where were you, brat?"
"Walking home from the market."
"What took you so long? Shoe come untied?"
Bulma proceeded to explain the story to Maelyn, whose face grew more and more disbelieving by the second. Bulma decided it would be best to leave out the fact that Goku had a tail, and that she was planning to see him tomorrow.
Out of breath, Bulma stopped talking and almost collapsed on the lawn.
"Nice yarn of a tale, brat, but it's not gonna work with me. Git inside and start scrubbin' the top floor. After that you can clean out the attic."
"What about dinner?"
"What about it? You were late, you know what happens when you're late."
"But it wasn't my fault!"
"Life ain't fair Bulma, Kami knows it, and I sure as hell know it too."
Maelyn took the bags from the blue-haired child and handed her a rag.
"Now get your ass up to the top floor and wash the damn floors, you hear me?"
"Yes M'am."
Maelyn detected a strong tone of sarcasm in the young girl. She made a mental note to punish her later.
Bulma went upstairs, got herself a bucket of water and soap, and sat down to scrub the floors. Like every other day, she cried so much that you would think her tears would clean the floor by themselves.
Nothing ever worked out right for her, it seemed. No one loved her, and the only person who seemed to care was that tailed boy from the woods. Sometimes Bulma didn't even know why she bothered with life.
There was one thing that did cheer her up, however. She would often visit a professor in town who had taken a liking to her. The two would sit in wicker chair and he would tell Bulma of far off lands and treasures and treaties and even some politics.
Lately Bulma had been shocking the professor himself with what she had learnt and what she had already known. Her only other method of learning was to listen to the gossiping wives at the market, which was not the most reliable source of information.
Bulma stopped her tears when she thought of Goku. That sweet boy just made her smile inside and out. He was completely good-natured...but why did he have a tail? The question rang in Bulma's head for the time she was scrubbing, the time she was cleaning
the attic, and even in her bedroom, it was the last thing on her mind before she fell asleep.
The next morning Bulma was awakened by the sound of someone sobbing. This was unusual to Bulma, as the only crying she had ever heard was her own. It seemed to be coming from Maelyn's bedroom. Bulma slid off her cot and tiptoed like a mouse
to where her adoptive parent slept. Sure enough, it was Maelyn, crying her eyes out. Bulma opened the door a hairline crack, then a little more so she could see. There Maelyn sat, clutching a chest to her bosom. The chest itself was ornately decorated
in what seemed to be gold and silver. The woman sobbed and sobbed, tears tarnishing the precious metals. Bulma slipped away without being noticed, and went back to her room to try and get some sleep.
Hey all! Hope ya like so far! It'll move pretty slowly, but that's the way this is going to work! Reviews are welcome and highly appreciated. Peace out!
"Nope."
Bulma was in complete shock. Who was this kid? He was so strong, and yet so blissfully ignorant of the world around him. She explained to Goku everything she had heard about the saiyajins.
When she got to the part about the brown belt, she noticed a rather furry object around Goku's trunk...
"OhmyKami!"
"What is it Bulma?"
"You-you're one of them! That brown belt! All the saiyajins have one!"
"Belt?? What belt?"
"That one!"
"Huh? Oh, this thing! It's not a belt, silly!"
"Then...what is it?"
Goku stood silently for a moment, then slowly, the would be 'belt' started to move on its own accord, until it flailed out behind the boy.
"A...TAIL???"
"Yep, that's what Grandpa Gohan calls it."
"GOHAN?? The old martial arts master? He's you're grandpa? No wonder you're so strong and everything! It all makes sense now...'cept for that tail of yours."
Goku scratched his head and sighed.
"Well, I dunno how to explain that to ya. I gotta go get dinner, see you around sometime?"
"Sure...and Goku?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you think you could teach me how to fight like you?"
"Well...I'm not sure..."
"Please? I won't be any trouble, just enough for self-defense and all. It would ease my mind knowing I could actually DO something for once besides menial labour."
"You use big words."
Bulma had to chuckle at that, and it wasn't long before the two children were laughing away gaily. Twenty minutes passed by without any of them noticing.
It was then that Bulma looked up at the sky.
"Oh shoot! I'm late! I have to go, see you tomorrow? Same place, same time?"
"Sure. By Bulma!"
"Goodbye Goku!"
Bulma sped off toward home as fast as her little legs could carry her, without damaging the parcels. Standing at the door of her home once she arrived was Maelyn, her adoptive mother whom she was required to address as "M'am".
She was a tall, dominating figure who wore men's breeches, saying "Them fancy fandangles are just too damn tight for a real woman." Maelyn had a stern expression on her face as Bulma opened the gate.
"And just where were you, brat?"
"Walking home from the market."
"What took you so long? Shoe come untied?"
Bulma proceeded to explain the story to Maelyn, whose face grew more and more disbelieving by the second. Bulma decided it would be best to leave out the fact that Goku had a tail, and that she was planning to see him tomorrow.
Out of breath, Bulma stopped talking and almost collapsed on the lawn.
"Nice yarn of a tale, brat, but it's not gonna work with me. Git inside and start scrubbin' the top floor. After that you can clean out the attic."
"What about dinner?"
"What about it? You were late, you know what happens when you're late."
"But it wasn't my fault!"
"Life ain't fair Bulma, Kami knows it, and I sure as hell know it too."
Maelyn took the bags from the blue-haired child and handed her a rag.
"Now get your ass up to the top floor and wash the damn floors, you hear me?"
"Yes M'am."
Maelyn detected a strong tone of sarcasm in the young girl. She made a mental note to punish her later.
Bulma went upstairs, got herself a bucket of water and soap, and sat down to scrub the floors. Like every other day, she cried so much that you would think her tears would clean the floor by themselves.
Nothing ever worked out right for her, it seemed. No one loved her, and the only person who seemed to care was that tailed boy from the woods. Sometimes Bulma didn't even know why she bothered with life.
There was one thing that did cheer her up, however. She would often visit a professor in town who had taken a liking to her. The two would sit in wicker chair and he would tell Bulma of far off lands and treasures and treaties and even some politics.
Lately Bulma had been shocking the professor himself with what she had learnt and what she had already known. Her only other method of learning was to listen to the gossiping wives at the market, which was not the most reliable source of information.
Bulma stopped her tears when she thought of Goku. That sweet boy just made her smile inside and out. He was completely good-natured...but why did he have a tail? The question rang in Bulma's head for the time she was scrubbing, the time she was cleaning
the attic, and even in her bedroom, it was the last thing on her mind before she fell asleep.
The next morning Bulma was awakened by the sound of someone sobbing. This was unusual to Bulma, as the only crying she had ever heard was her own. It seemed to be coming from Maelyn's bedroom. Bulma slid off her cot and tiptoed like a mouse
to where her adoptive parent slept. Sure enough, it was Maelyn, crying her eyes out. Bulma opened the door a hairline crack, then a little more so she could see. There Maelyn sat, clutching a chest to her bosom. The chest itself was ornately decorated
in what seemed to be gold and silver. The woman sobbed and sobbed, tears tarnishing the precious metals. Bulma slipped away without being noticed, and went back to her room to try and get some sleep.
Hey all! Hope ya like so far! It'll move pretty slowly, but that's the way this is going to work! Reviews are welcome and highly appreciated. Peace out!