Chapter 19
Bulma bent her arms and held them at her side as she rose slowly into the air, not taking her eyes off of Vegeta. "What's he expecting?" she thought to herself, "Gotta figure that out so I can not do it." She noticed that Vegeta stayed on the ground and only watched her, not visibly preparing to spar with her. "He looks vulnerable from behind, so if fake from the front, then attack from behind..." With that, Bulma raced for Vegeta's chest at full speed. Vegeta smirked as she closed in on him, she saw, and it made her even more determined. She hit the ground in front of him, and zipped behind him in an instant, but the second she went to hit his back, he jumped and was behind her, and he grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. "Minx," he whispered sensually into her ear, and she felt his warm breath trail across her skin. "Damn him," she thought, and formed a ki blast in her other hand, and shot it over her shoulder into Vegeta's chest. She heard him utter "Whoa," and she felt her arm released. Immediately, she shot into the air, turned, and fired another ki blast in Vegeta's direction. She stopped for a moment, then yelled. "Damn you, where the hell did you go?" She knew that she missed him from the clearing smoke, but also from the victorious feeling she picked up from her mate. She spun around, but not fast enough, because she could only watch as Vegeta attacked her full force. She flew into the side of the chamber and slid to the ground.
"Damn it...," she gasped, and wiped the sweat from her brow. Vegeta flew down and stood akimbo in front of her. She floated to her feet spitefully and glared at Vegeta. He noticed the strong fire blazing in her eyes. "Kami, she's so sexy like this..." The thought rose, unbidden, to the front of his mind. Instinctually, he pushed her back against the wall and caught her complaint between his lips. She moaned as he deepened his kiss, but then pushed him away. "Traitor," she gasped, "What are you trying to do? Make me weak?" Vegeta chuckled, but then doubled over as Bulma's fist made full contact with his gut. She flew to the middle of the chamber again and said, "Come on now, I have to train!" Vegeta flew after her to the middle of the ring, and was met with Bulma's physical attack; she threw punches and kicks seemingly faster than light. To her frustration, Vegeta shifted casually and dodged each attack. He could see the determination on her face, and made him want her even more. She threw a harsh punch to the left, then prepared to kick with her right, but Vegeta grabbed both of her hands and kissed her again.
"Damn, you, Vegeta!" Bulma pushed away, gasping for air. She didn't know whether to jump into his arms or rip off his arms..."You're so infuriating!"
"And you're so alluring....how can I resist?"
Bulma gaped at him, then began as calmly as she could, "Vegeta, as much as your behavior..."
"Yes?" Vegeta smirked.
"Uh...I can't train like this!" Bulma burst out, and Vegeta chuckled. He began to approach her slowly and draw her into his embrace again. "It just depends on what you're training for...," and he lowered his lips to less then a whisper away from Bulma's; so enticing was the offer, that Bulma couldn't help raising to her toes to complete the contact. Vegeta smiled against her lips and threw his arms around her waist, drawing her closer to him, holding her against his heart. He deepened the kiss, drawing a small moan from Bulma.
"Mine," he thought as he worshiped her lips and her face, "She's mine." He couldn't explain the excitement that shot through his blood, like electricity, when he saw her, when he touched her,...and it multiplied when he held her in his arms and caressed her skin, kissed her lips. At first, he thought it would just be about the physical attraction. Just a long awaited sensual rendezvous. Now...he saw her face when he closed his eyes, he dreamt about her while he slept, and he felt this unimaginable pull on his soul whenever he was with her...almost a weakness. "Weakness?" he scoffed in his mind, "We're the strongest beings on this pitiful planet! We have no weakness!" With triumph and confidence, he held her tighter, as if to prove to himself that they were untouchable. He opened his eyes, and saw Bulma's blue eyes were closed. Feeling more compassion for her than for himself, he slowly released her, but not without nipping at her shoulder, her arm, her fingers, her knuckles..."I'll let you go for now...but I'll be waiting later."
"What am I supposed to do? Stay here with the height of temptation?" Bulma said. Vegeta smirked again devilishly. "Too tempting. I'm gonna go to Goku's...see if he'll spar with me. Maybe even Gohan."
"Okay, my Saiyan, if that's what you wish...," Vegeta said. Bulma kissed him and nipped at his lower lip, then turn and waved as she flew into the air. "Don't hurt them too badly!" Vegeta called as she flew away. Vegeta sighed when she was no longer in sight. "I love you," he whispered, then turned to return to his training.
Bulma hit ground outside of Goku's house, high in the mountains. "This place has always been pretty, but now I see the advantages," Bulma thought as she noticed the complete privacy that shrouded the home. "I haven't been here in awhile...maybe I'll visit with ChiChi...," and she knocked on the front door. There was a crash, and she heard ChiChi scream, and then the door opened. Bulma looked in, then looked down, and smiled. "Hi Bulma!" Gohan said, smiling, "Come on in!" Bulma stepped in the door and heard another crash followed by ChiChi's shriek. "Gohan, what's going on in there?" Bulma asked. "Oh, well...," Gohan looked down, "...the dishwasher broke, and mom's trying to get dad to fix it."
"She's making GOKU do it??"
"Yeah. She got the manual out, and she keeps yelling directions at dad, but it isn't working too well..."
"As I can hear. Let's go and see if I can help."
Gohan smiled and lead Bulma to the kitchen, and what they saw would have made Bulma double over in laughter, had she not more control. There was ChiChi, standing at Goku's feet with a box full of old tools in one hand and the manual in the other. Goku, on the other hand, was on his knees with his head completely inside of the dishwasher, along with his arms and a good part of his upper torso. His shirt was soaked, and there was soap surrounding him on the floor. He had a wrench, and from what Bulma could tell, he was pounding away at something inside of the dishwasher, hard enough to break the wrench, let alone the dishwasher. She almost laughed until she saw how red ChiChi's face was, and decided against it. "Hey guys," she said causally, "do you need any help?"
ChiChi's head jerked up, and Goku pulled his face out of the dishwasher. ChiChi exclaimed, "Bulma!" She ran and gave Bulma a great hug and said, "I haven't seen you for months! What have you been doing?"
"You mean Goku never told you?"
"Told me? Told me?!? GOKU..." ChiChi was prepping for another angry explosion when Bulma intervened. "It, uh, looks like your dishwasher's broken." "Broken? I swear, I'm going to destroy it if it spits more detergent at me!" Bulma smiled and said, "Okay, well,...how about I take a look at it before Goku makes it, well,...worse?"
Goku stood up. "Worse? Aww, geez, Bulma, I was just trying to help."
"Yeah...I can tell...," Bulma giggled. "Why don't you let the mechanical genius take a crack at it? I can't make it any worse."
ChiChi beamed. "You would do that? Oh, thank you, Bulma! Here, we'll all leave you alone so you can get this contraption under control."
5 minutes later
"You're done??" ChiChi exclaimed as Bulma exited the kitchen. "Yeah," Bulma replied, wiping her wet hands on her training shorts, "it wasn't too bad...one of your hoses was disconnected, and you needed a new bolt on the left side..." Bulma trailed off because she realized that ChiChi, Gohan, and Goku were staring at her dumbly. "Well...ahem, it's fixed now." ChiChi clasped her hands together. "Thank you, Bulma! We'd be all wet without you!" Then she fixed her eyes on Goku and said, "If you wouldn't spend all your time training with that stupid green oaf, maybe you could make something useful out of yourself!" She turned back to Bulma and said, "So, Bulma...besides being wonderful and fixing our dishwasher, why did you decide to visit us today?"
"Well," Bulma scratched the back of her neck, "I wanted to see if Gohan or Goku could...spar with me."
ChiChi's mouth gaped as she was struck dumbfounded. "Spar? Why would you want to spar? Are you crazy?"
Bulma chuckled. "Yeah, I'm crazy,...but I'm also Saiyan."
ChiChi's eyes widened and her mouth opened wider. She collapsed into the chair behind her. "You're...what?" Goku piped in, "Oh yeah, that's what I was supposed to tell you!" ChiChi's eyes flashed red in Goku's direction, but Bulma stepped in the way. "It's okay, ChiChi...here. Let's make some coffee, and I'll explain it to you."
An hour later, Bulma and ChiChi were sitting at the kitchen table. "So you're a Saiyan now? Officially?"
"Yep, officially."
"And you can do all that stuff that Goku and Vegeta and Gohan-"
"Yep...just about. That's a reason I wanted to come out here today...I wanted to see if Goku could teach me some different attacks. And I-"
"You can fly?" ChiChi interrupted, but Bulma only smiled patiently. "Yes, I can fly." ChiChi's eyes turned green. "Damn it, how come everyone can fly now except me?" "Well," Bulma thought quickly, "Master Roshi can't fly..." "That old pervert?" ChiChi exclaimed, "Thank God! If he could, he'd fly to bedroom windows and peep!" Bulma laughed, saying, "I wouldn't doubt it!" The girls chatted and talked for a bit more until Goku came into the kitchen.
"Uh, Bulma, you said you wanted to spar?" Goku hinted. "Oh, yeah, of course I did!" Bulma jumped up gave ChiChi a big hug. "Thanks for the coffee, hun!" she said, and then she and Goku sprinted out the door into the big yard. "'Thanks for the coffee'? That's all I get?" ChiChi said indignantly, but began to load the dishes into her newly repaired dishwasher.
Outside, Bulma stretched her arms high into the air, and Goku cracked his neck. "Hey Goku, could you show me your favorite attack? I don't really have one yet, and I'd like to experiment." Goku smiled. "Okay! How about the kamehameha wave? It's a great attack." Bulma nodded. "Wasn't that Master Roshi's attack a long time ago?" Goku nodded. "Yeah, he developed it. It's my favorite." Bulma crossed her arms across her chest and said, "Okay, so...how do you do it?"
"Well, it's kinda easy, as long as you have the ki to do it. You just..." He trailed off as he positioned his feet and pulled his arms back from his body. "Kah....mey....hah....mey...HAH!!!" Goku had propelled his hands forward, and from the shot an enormous amount of destructive energy. Luckily, he shot it into the air, because if he'd had accidentally hit the house, the house would not be there. "Ah, I see...but don't you think the blast would be more effective if you could add a spin to it?" Bulma asked.
"A spin? How would you do that?"
"Well....let me try." Bulma widened her stance and held her arms back, just as Goku had done. "Kah....mey....hah....mey...HAH!!!" She yelled, but instead of pushing the beam straight ahead, she twisted her hands during the propulsion, and the beam spiraled into the air, exploding in a great boom of destruction. "Well!" Goku said, looking at the clearing smoke in the sky, "You must be pretty strong to come of with a kamehameha wave like that! And that spiral was awesome! Great idea!" Bulma blushed. "Thanks Goku...what else can you teach me?"
Goku and Bulma spent the day practicing and sparing. By the time the sun set, both Bulma and Goku had a number of bruises. "Wow," Goku gasped, "I'd have never of guessed that you could fight like that! You're almost harder than fighting Vegeta!" Bulma gave a triumphant cry at that remark, but said, "Yeah, I wish! But I might be, someday. Watch, I might end up being better than you!" Goku smiled and sat on the grass. "Just as long as you're on my team." Bulma laughed again, but stood up straight. "Hey Goku, check this out...I have one more idea in my head..." She trailed off as she held out her hand in a fist. She opened the fist slowly, forming a small ki bomb. She then raised the energy in the bomb, strong enough to take out a mountain. The bomb was at least twice as big as her. "Now check this out..." In a flash, the ball shrunk to a tiny size, only about as big as a ping pong ball. "Wow," Goku said in wonder, as he felt the energy in the small ki bomb. It was as strong as the large ki bomb. "That's amazing, Bulma! How did you do that?" "I don't really know,...I kind of just...felt it. But look here! If I can make it smaller, then I should..." She trailed off as she raised her arms in front of her and met her hands together, as if in prayer. Slowly, she turned her hands outwards, away from her, and in a flash of light, hundreds of the little ki bombs appeared out of nowhere. Moving her hands away from each other, she simply twisted her palms to face away from her, and the hundreds of ki bombs sped toward the sky and exploded in an amazing show of light and ki.
Goku was slack-jawed. Never before had he witnessed such an intense and powerful attack. "Kami! That was crazy! How did you come up with that? That could take out a solar system in one blast if you really wanted to!" Bulma laughed in disbelief. "Sure it could..." "NO, Bulma, I'm serious!" Goku's face turned solemn. "With an attack like that comes a huge responsibility. You better make sure you have a good reason before you use it, because when you do use it, what ever point you were intending to make will be read loud and clear...That's a dangerous power."
"Whoa," Bulma thought, "I never saw him get so serious...he must mean business." So she said, "Okay, Goku, I promise I won't use the attack without good reason." Goku nodded his head. "Good."
Bulma looked to the sky, and saw how dark it was. "Geez, Goku, I have to get home and cook dinner..." "Dinner? Ooh! I wonder what ChiChi's making!" With that, the two Saiyans said their good byes and departed to their own homes against the starry night sky.
Bulma bent her arms and held them at her side as she rose slowly into the air, not taking her eyes off of Vegeta. "What's he expecting?" she thought to herself, "Gotta figure that out so I can not do it." She noticed that Vegeta stayed on the ground and only watched her, not visibly preparing to spar with her. "He looks vulnerable from behind, so if fake from the front, then attack from behind..." With that, Bulma raced for Vegeta's chest at full speed. Vegeta smirked as she closed in on him, she saw, and it made her even more determined. She hit the ground in front of him, and zipped behind him in an instant, but the second she went to hit his back, he jumped and was behind her, and he grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. "Minx," he whispered sensually into her ear, and she felt his warm breath trail across her skin. "Damn him," she thought, and formed a ki blast in her other hand, and shot it over her shoulder into Vegeta's chest. She heard him utter "Whoa," and she felt her arm released. Immediately, she shot into the air, turned, and fired another ki blast in Vegeta's direction. She stopped for a moment, then yelled. "Damn you, where the hell did you go?" She knew that she missed him from the clearing smoke, but also from the victorious feeling she picked up from her mate. She spun around, but not fast enough, because she could only watch as Vegeta attacked her full force. She flew into the side of the chamber and slid to the ground.
"Damn it...," she gasped, and wiped the sweat from her brow. Vegeta flew down and stood akimbo in front of her. She floated to her feet spitefully and glared at Vegeta. He noticed the strong fire blazing in her eyes. "Kami, she's so sexy like this..." The thought rose, unbidden, to the front of his mind. Instinctually, he pushed her back against the wall and caught her complaint between his lips. She moaned as he deepened his kiss, but then pushed him away. "Traitor," she gasped, "What are you trying to do? Make me weak?" Vegeta chuckled, but then doubled over as Bulma's fist made full contact with his gut. She flew to the middle of the chamber again and said, "Come on now, I have to train!" Vegeta flew after her to the middle of the ring, and was met with Bulma's physical attack; she threw punches and kicks seemingly faster than light. To her frustration, Vegeta shifted casually and dodged each attack. He could see the determination on her face, and made him want her even more. She threw a harsh punch to the left, then prepared to kick with her right, but Vegeta grabbed both of her hands and kissed her again.
"Damn, you, Vegeta!" Bulma pushed away, gasping for air. She didn't know whether to jump into his arms or rip off his arms..."You're so infuriating!"
"And you're so alluring....how can I resist?"
Bulma gaped at him, then began as calmly as she could, "Vegeta, as much as your behavior..."
"Yes?" Vegeta smirked.
"Uh...I can't train like this!" Bulma burst out, and Vegeta chuckled. He began to approach her slowly and draw her into his embrace again. "It just depends on what you're training for...," and he lowered his lips to less then a whisper away from Bulma's; so enticing was the offer, that Bulma couldn't help raising to her toes to complete the contact. Vegeta smiled against her lips and threw his arms around her waist, drawing her closer to him, holding her against his heart. He deepened the kiss, drawing a small moan from Bulma.
"Mine," he thought as he worshiped her lips and her face, "She's mine." He couldn't explain the excitement that shot through his blood, like electricity, when he saw her, when he touched her,...and it multiplied when he held her in his arms and caressed her skin, kissed her lips. At first, he thought it would just be about the physical attraction. Just a long awaited sensual rendezvous. Now...he saw her face when he closed his eyes, he dreamt about her while he slept, and he felt this unimaginable pull on his soul whenever he was with her...almost a weakness. "Weakness?" he scoffed in his mind, "We're the strongest beings on this pitiful planet! We have no weakness!" With triumph and confidence, he held her tighter, as if to prove to himself that they were untouchable. He opened his eyes, and saw Bulma's blue eyes were closed. Feeling more compassion for her than for himself, he slowly released her, but not without nipping at her shoulder, her arm, her fingers, her knuckles..."I'll let you go for now...but I'll be waiting later."
"What am I supposed to do? Stay here with the height of temptation?" Bulma said. Vegeta smirked again devilishly. "Too tempting. I'm gonna go to Goku's...see if he'll spar with me. Maybe even Gohan."
"Okay, my Saiyan, if that's what you wish...," Vegeta said. Bulma kissed him and nipped at his lower lip, then turn and waved as she flew into the air. "Don't hurt them too badly!" Vegeta called as she flew away. Vegeta sighed when she was no longer in sight. "I love you," he whispered, then turned to return to his training.
Bulma hit ground outside of Goku's house, high in the mountains. "This place has always been pretty, but now I see the advantages," Bulma thought as she noticed the complete privacy that shrouded the home. "I haven't been here in awhile...maybe I'll visit with ChiChi...," and she knocked on the front door. There was a crash, and she heard ChiChi scream, and then the door opened. Bulma looked in, then looked down, and smiled. "Hi Bulma!" Gohan said, smiling, "Come on in!" Bulma stepped in the door and heard another crash followed by ChiChi's shriek. "Gohan, what's going on in there?" Bulma asked. "Oh, well...," Gohan looked down, "...the dishwasher broke, and mom's trying to get dad to fix it."
"She's making GOKU do it??"
"Yeah. She got the manual out, and she keeps yelling directions at dad, but it isn't working too well..."
"As I can hear. Let's go and see if I can help."
Gohan smiled and lead Bulma to the kitchen, and what they saw would have made Bulma double over in laughter, had she not more control. There was ChiChi, standing at Goku's feet with a box full of old tools in one hand and the manual in the other. Goku, on the other hand, was on his knees with his head completely inside of the dishwasher, along with his arms and a good part of his upper torso. His shirt was soaked, and there was soap surrounding him on the floor. He had a wrench, and from what Bulma could tell, he was pounding away at something inside of the dishwasher, hard enough to break the wrench, let alone the dishwasher. She almost laughed until she saw how red ChiChi's face was, and decided against it. "Hey guys," she said causally, "do you need any help?"
ChiChi's head jerked up, and Goku pulled his face out of the dishwasher. ChiChi exclaimed, "Bulma!" She ran and gave Bulma a great hug and said, "I haven't seen you for months! What have you been doing?"
"You mean Goku never told you?"
"Told me? Told me?!? GOKU..." ChiChi was prepping for another angry explosion when Bulma intervened. "It, uh, looks like your dishwasher's broken." "Broken? I swear, I'm going to destroy it if it spits more detergent at me!" Bulma smiled and said, "Okay, well,...how about I take a look at it before Goku makes it, well,...worse?"
Goku stood up. "Worse? Aww, geez, Bulma, I was just trying to help."
"Yeah...I can tell...," Bulma giggled. "Why don't you let the mechanical genius take a crack at it? I can't make it any worse."
ChiChi beamed. "You would do that? Oh, thank you, Bulma! Here, we'll all leave you alone so you can get this contraption under control."
5 minutes later
"You're done??" ChiChi exclaimed as Bulma exited the kitchen. "Yeah," Bulma replied, wiping her wet hands on her training shorts, "it wasn't too bad...one of your hoses was disconnected, and you needed a new bolt on the left side..." Bulma trailed off because she realized that ChiChi, Gohan, and Goku were staring at her dumbly. "Well...ahem, it's fixed now." ChiChi clasped her hands together. "Thank you, Bulma! We'd be all wet without you!" Then she fixed her eyes on Goku and said, "If you wouldn't spend all your time training with that stupid green oaf, maybe you could make something useful out of yourself!" She turned back to Bulma and said, "So, Bulma...besides being wonderful and fixing our dishwasher, why did you decide to visit us today?"
"Well," Bulma scratched the back of her neck, "I wanted to see if Gohan or Goku could...spar with me."
ChiChi's mouth gaped as she was struck dumbfounded. "Spar? Why would you want to spar? Are you crazy?"
Bulma chuckled. "Yeah, I'm crazy,...but I'm also Saiyan."
ChiChi's eyes widened and her mouth opened wider. She collapsed into the chair behind her. "You're...what?" Goku piped in, "Oh yeah, that's what I was supposed to tell you!" ChiChi's eyes flashed red in Goku's direction, but Bulma stepped in the way. "It's okay, ChiChi...here. Let's make some coffee, and I'll explain it to you."
An hour later, Bulma and ChiChi were sitting at the kitchen table. "So you're a Saiyan now? Officially?"
"Yep, officially."
"And you can do all that stuff that Goku and Vegeta and Gohan-"
"Yep...just about. That's a reason I wanted to come out here today...I wanted to see if Goku could teach me some different attacks. And I-"
"You can fly?" ChiChi interrupted, but Bulma only smiled patiently. "Yes, I can fly." ChiChi's eyes turned green. "Damn it, how come everyone can fly now except me?" "Well," Bulma thought quickly, "Master Roshi can't fly..." "That old pervert?" ChiChi exclaimed, "Thank God! If he could, he'd fly to bedroom windows and peep!" Bulma laughed, saying, "I wouldn't doubt it!" The girls chatted and talked for a bit more until Goku came into the kitchen.
"Uh, Bulma, you said you wanted to spar?" Goku hinted. "Oh, yeah, of course I did!" Bulma jumped up gave ChiChi a big hug. "Thanks for the coffee, hun!" she said, and then she and Goku sprinted out the door into the big yard. "'Thanks for the coffee'? That's all I get?" ChiChi said indignantly, but began to load the dishes into her newly repaired dishwasher.
Outside, Bulma stretched her arms high into the air, and Goku cracked his neck. "Hey Goku, could you show me your favorite attack? I don't really have one yet, and I'd like to experiment." Goku smiled. "Okay! How about the kamehameha wave? It's a great attack." Bulma nodded. "Wasn't that Master Roshi's attack a long time ago?" Goku nodded. "Yeah, he developed it. It's my favorite." Bulma crossed her arms across her chest and said, "Okay, so...how do you do it?"
"Well, it's kinda easy, as long as you have the ki to do it. You just..." He trailed off as he positioned his feet and pulled his arms back from his body. "Kah....mey....hah....mey...HAH!!!" Goku had propelled his hands forward, and from the shot an enormous amount of destructive energy. Luckily, he shot it into the air, because if he'd had accidentally hit the house, the house would not be there. "Ah, I see...but don't you think the blast would be more effective if you could add a spin to it?" Bulma asked.
"A spin? How would you do that?"
"Well....let me try." Bulma widened her stance and held her arms back, just as Goku had done. "Kah....mey....hah....mey...HAH!!!" She yelled, but instead of pushing the beam straight ahead, she twisted her hands during the propulsion, and the beam spiraled into the air, exploding in a great boom of destruction. "Well!" Goku said, looking at the clearing smoke in the sky, "You must be pretty strong to come of with a kamehameha wave like that! And that spiral was awesome! Great idea!" Bulma blushed. "Thanks Goku...what else can you teach me?"
Goku and Bulma spent the day practicing and sparing. By the time the sun set, both Bulma and Goku had a number of bruises. "Wow," Goku gasped, "I'd have never of guessed that you could fight like that! You're almost harder than fighting Vegeta!" Bulma gave a triumphant cry at that remark, but said, "Yeah, I wish! But I might be, someday. Watch, I might end up being better than you!" Goku smiled and sat on the grass. "Just as long as you're on my team." Bulma laughed again, but stood up straight. "Hey Goku, check this out...I have one more idea in my head..." She trailed off as she held out her hand in a fist. She opened the fist slowly, forming a small ki bomb. She then raised the energy in the bomb, strong enough to take out a mountain. The bomb was at least twice as big as her. "Now check this out..." In a flash, the ball shrunk to a tiny size, only about as big as a ping pong ball. "Wow," Goku said in wonder, as he felt the energy in the small ki bomb. It was as strong as the large ki bomb. "That's amazing, Bulma! How did you do that?" "I don't really know,...I kind of just...felt it. But look here! If I can make it smaller, then I should..." She trailed off as she raised her arms in front of her and met her hands together, as if in prayer. Slowly, she turned her hands outwards, away from her, and in a flash of light, hundreds of the little ki bombs appeared out of nowhere. Moving her hands away from each other, she simply twisted her palms to face away from her, and the hundreds of ki bombs sped toward the sky and exploded in an amazing show of light and ki.
Goku was slack-jawed. Never before had he witnessed such an intense and powerful attack. "Kami! That was crazy! How did you come up with that? That could take out a solar system in one blast if you really wanted to!" Bulma laughed in disbelief. "Sure it could..." "NO, Bulma, I'm serious!" Goku's face turned solemn. "With an attack like that comes a huge responsibility. You better make sure you have a good reason before you use it, because when you do use it, what ever point you were intending to make will be read loud and clear...That's a dangerous power."
"Whoa," Bulma thought, "I never saw him get so serious...he must mean business." So she said, "Okay, Goku, I promise I won't use the attack without good reason." Goku nodded his head. "Good."
Bulma looked to the sky, and saw how dark it was. "Geez, Goku, I have to get home and cook dinner..." "Dinner? Ooh! I wonder what ChiChi's making!" With that, the two Saiyans said their good byes and departed to their own homes against the starry night sky.