A/N: Hey all, here's the next chapter. Thank you to those who reviewed (I'm going to assume
people will have reviewed because I haven't even posted the first chapter yet ^-^) and I hope you
enjoy this!
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonballz, and you may use Maelyn if you really feel the need. Go
right ahead.
A year had gone by, and the bright girl known as Bulma had been training like a madwoman.
Goku, having taught her everyday since he met her, was impressed by how much she had learnt.
Bulma herself was determined to keep improving, no matter how tough it got. It was one
afternoon on a slightly cloudy day that Goku asked a rather odd question to Bulma...
"What are those lumps under your shirt?"
"I...beg your pardon Goku?"
"It looks as if you've got socks in them or sumthin'."
Bulma looked down at herself, and indeed, she looked different than she did a year ago. Her
chest was more rounded, and her ragged blouse was much tighter than before.
"They're not socks Goku. They're...well I don't really know. Women get them."
"Oh."
"That's not really a question you should be asking people Goku."
"Why not?"
"Because it's personal."
"What's so personal about it?"
"Well, it's my body, and therefore it's about me, which makes it personal."
"I don't get it."
Bulma gave a sigh of frustration. Some things just couldn't be explained to the tailed boy. She
decided to give up and just change the subject.
"How do you do that blue wave thing?"
"The kameyameya?"
"Yeah...that's it."
"Um...I dunno."
"Can you teach me?"
"I don't know how."
Bulma threw her hands up into the air in desperation, then sat down on a nearby rock. She
puzzled over how Goku could possibly do what seemed like such a simple thing, and not know
how to explain it? The whole thing seemed simple enough. You yell, you pull your hands back,
you bring them forward and a blue light comes out. Easy, right? Unfortunately for Bulma, it
wasn't quite that easy. She had tried it many times, and still couldn't figure it out. Goku wasn't
proving to be much of a help in that vein either.
"Spar with me then, sensei."
"You don't hafta call me sensei Bulma, we're friends aren't we?"
"Hai, but you're still my teacher, and I am only a pupil."
"You use a lot of big words, Bulma."
Bulma shrugged her shoulders and proceeded to throw the first punch, directed towards Goku's
midriff. The 7 year old dodged it effortlessly, and brought his leg up for a kick to Bulma's thigh.
Bulma blocked the kick, and several other punches and kicks also thrown from Goku. Bulma
switched to offensive, sending a flurry of throws back to Goku, who was quickly forced into
defensive mode. However, that didn't last long. Soon Goku was soaring high into the air, simply
from one jump. All Bulma could do was get out of his way when he sped down from the sky.
When the dust cleared, Goku had his fist stuck in the ground, and Bulma's cape was caught
under his hand.
"Goku...can't...breathe..."
Goku grunted and pulled his fist out of the ground, letting Bulma's constricted throat be released.
"Ok, um...what now?"
"I don't know Goku...could you at least show me how to block those waves?"
"Alright. Um...just put your hands out in front of you when it comes and push with all your
strength."
"Okay..."
"KA....ME..."
An orb of blue light began to form in Goku's hand. Bulma was starting to wonder if this was
such a good idea, but hey, she had been training for a year, this should be a piece of cake...right?
"YA....ME...YA!!!!!"
people will have reviewed because I haven't even posted the first chapter yet ^-^) and I hope you
enjoy this!
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonballz, and you may use Maelyn if you really feel the need. Go
right ahead.
A year had gone by, and the bright girl known as Bulma had been training like a madwoman.
Goku, having taught her everyday since he met her, was impressed by how much she had learnt.
Bulma herself was determined to keep improving, no matter how tough it got. It was one
afternoon on a slightly cloudy day that Goku asked a rather odd question to Bulma...
"What are those lumps under your shirt?"
"I...beg your pardon Goku?"
"It looks as if you've got socks in them or sumthin'."
Bulma looked down at herself, and indeed, she looked different than she did a year ago. Her
chest was more rounded, and her ragged blouse was much tighter than before.
"They're not socks Goku. They're...well I don't really know. Women get them."
"Oh."
"That's not really a question you should be asking people Goku."
"Why not?"
"Because it's personal."
"What's so personal about it?"
"Well, it's my body, and therefore it's about me, which makes it personal."
"I don't get it."
Bulma gave a sigh of frustration. Some things just couldn't be explained to the tailed boy. She
decided to give up and just change the subject.
"How do you do that blue wave thing?"
"The kameyameya?"
"Yeah...that's it."
"Um...I dunno."
"Can you teach me?"
"I don't know how."
Bulma threw her hands up into the air in desperation, then sat down on a nearby rock. She
puzzled over how Goku could possibly do what seemed like such a simple thing, and not know
how to explain it? The whole thing seemed simple enough. You yell, you pull your hands back,
you bring them forward and a blue light comes out. Easy, right? Unfortunately for Bulma, it
wasn't quite that easy. She had tried it many times, and still couldn't figure it out. Goku wasn't
proving to be much of a help in that vein either.
"Spar with me then, sensei."
"You don't hafta call me sensei Bulma, we're friends aren't we?"
"Hai, but you're still my teacher, and I am only a pupil."
"You use a lot of big words, Bulma."
Bulma shrugged her shoulders and proceeded to throw the first punch, directed towards Goku's
midriff. The 7 year old dodged it effortlessly, and brought his leg up for a kick to Bulma's thigh.
Bulma blocked the kick, and several other punches and kicks also thrown from Goku. Bulma
switched to offensive, sending a flurry of throws back to Goku, who was quickly forced into
defensive mode. However, that didn't last long. Soon Goku was soaring high into the air, simply
from one jump. All Bulma could do was get out of his way when he sped down from the sky.
When the dust cleared, Goku had his fist stuck in the ground, and Bulma's cape was caught
under his hand.
"Goku...can't...breathe..."
Goku grunted and pulled his fist out of the ground, letting Bulma's constricted throat be released.
"Ok, um...what now?"
"I don't know Goku...could you at least show me how to block those waves?"
"Alright. Um...just put your hands out in front of you when it comes and push with all your
strength."
"Okay..."
"KA....ME..."
An orb of blue light began to form in Goku's hand. Bulma was starting to wonder if this was
such a good idea, but hey, she had been training for a year, this should be a piece of cake...right?
"YA....ME...YA!!!!!"