Super Dragon Ball
Chapter 2- Bulma Briefs
Bulma Briefs had no idea where the hell she was. The only thing letting her know that she was going in the right direction was the beeping radar installed into the dashboard of her hoverbike, which had currently led her into the middle of an apparently uninhabited forest. It made her happy though, being so far away from civilization. She had grown to hate being home. The blue haired girl came up on a ridge and began to slow down her bike. The last thing she needed to do was fling herself over some cliff in a godforsaken forest. Bulma continued speeding through the hills and thickets of the valley towards the beeping when a boy seemingly appeared out of nowhere, walking in the path of her vehicle. The vehicle violently braked not to hit the boy, and it's blue haired passenger was flung from its seat. The girl's roll came to a stop at a wild haired boy's feet, and she let out a pained groan. "...Um.. Hey?..." The forest boy said to the blue haired girl writhing in pain at his feet, "Did I?..." He paused, "Yeah, you look pretty banged up… Sorry about that.." The only response to the statements were more agonized groans. "Not really sure what you're doing out here, but I GUESS I should help you…" And with that, the wild haired boy picked the wounded stranger at his feet up and took her to his home.
An all consuming ache was what brought Bulma back to consciousness. "W-what? Wuh-where am I?" She asked, panic in her voice. There was no response. She sat up the best she could, and realised she was in someone's home. A small one, but a home nonetheless. The girl then took stock of herself to see that someone had bandaged her up. Poorly, but well enough. Her left arm was also apparently broken, set in a splint and sling. 'The boy.' She thought immediately. Before him, she hadn't seen anyone in days. "... Well…. Fuck." She grumbled, trying to rise from the bed. Immense pain stopped her from doing so, causing her to lay back down. She laid in her bed waiting for the boy, or whoever patched her up, to come back. Bulma eventually dozed off waiting and when she came through again, there was someone in the house with her. It was the wild haired boy again. He had saved her. The pain, still prevalent and constant, had lessened to a degree, and her undamaged nose notified her of the smell of food cooking. "Hey, boy," The boy turned from food he was preparing to acknowledge the girl, "Where.. Who are you?" There was a moment of silence, the two staring at each other. "My name is Goku." He said, "What's… your name?" The girl smiled a charming smile, or as charming as her wounds allowed. "I'm almost offended you don't know who I am, But since you live in the sticks, I'll let it slide!" Goku squinted at the girl, slightly glaring. "I'm the daughter of the most important human on Earth, I'm Bulma Briefs!" Silence once again fell over the two. "Yeah well, you don't seem too important to me.." The young fighter said as he turned his attention back to the food. "Shut up, you dumb kid! I'm a really import- and you know what?! It's your fault I'm banged up like this!" The boy growled, " Whatever! Why in the heck are ya' even out here?! The closest village is like, over a- hundred somethin' miles!" He yelled back. There was no response to the question, surprising the boy who expected more lip from his wounded house guest. "... Why are you here?" There was a pause. She smirked, and gestured for him to come closer to her. He did. "I'm on a secret mission." Son Goku's eyes widened and he subconsciously moved closer to her. "Whatcha' mean a secret mission?" he asked incredulously. "I'm answering your question, boy!" Bulma said with a slightly strained smile. The boy grunted, "I feel like you're pulling my leg!" he said pointing. "No leg pulling here, just straight facts." Goku crossed his arms and squinted at the girl, "Well…. What's the mission?... and don't try to lie, I can tell when someone's lying instantly!" he lied. "Sure, I'll tell you." Bulma started, " But since you broke my arm, you have to help me with my task, AND you can't tell anyone unless I tell you to." The young martial artist pondered his wounded guest's ultimatum for a moment before deciding to agree to her terms, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Okay, so here's the deal. I've been tasked with finding this guy. He's supposed to be really strong, but no one's seen him in like, forever! My intel tells me he used to stay out here in these mountains though-" Goku's face went blank and he stiffened up, and Bulma immediately noticed his shift in mood. "...Would you…. Do you know who Son Gohan is?" The wild haired boy's eyes squinted, but the playful curiosity from before was gone. "...What's it to ya?" he said squinting at the girl. "Hey shortstack, that wasn't a part of the deal. I told you what my mission was, and you AGREED to help me. If you know who, or where, he is it's your obligation to help me, as per our AGREEMENT." Goku scoffed at the bandaged girl's response. "I'm really strong too, you know." He said with a smirk, "After we eat I'll show you."
After the two had eaten, Bulma had agreed to let Goku show her his strength. The blue haired girl was sitting on a log outside the boy's home now, and had been watching him stretch for what seemed like forever. "You gonna show me something, or gonna just keep stretching for the rest of the day?" She said in a bored tone. The boy grunted, "Gotta stretch my hammies," he said stretching his legs, "gotta get the blood flowing if I wanna release my energies good!" The martial artist stood straight up and firmly slapped both sides of his face, he was ready now. "Okay," Goku began, "You see that tree over there?" The blue haired girl looked over to the tree line of the forest that he pointed to, "There's like, a thousand trees over there dude, we're in a forest." The martial artist growled at her response, and positioned himself behind her and pointed. "Oh, okay yeah I see the tree you're talking about now," she confirmed. The boy chuckled, and in a flash was racing toward his target. Bulma couldn't follow him with her eyes, but the dust trail he left behind in his dash lead her gaze to him at the tree which was followed by a loud crunching sound. The girl sat in silence, pondering what she had just seen. The Doctor had specifically asked for Son Gohan, but this boy… He definitely could be useful. "Hey!" Goku called from the tree his arm was partially buried in, "Watch this!" He ripped his arm out of the tree and backflipped away from it closer toward Bulma. The martial artist then focused his glare on the deep hole he had made in the bark and eyes began to shine, "HAH!" The tree that had been there momentarily before was blown in half, burning splinters and bark exploding from it's base. The top part of the tree was thrown into the sky, spiraling. Goku quickly took note of it, and refocused his glare at the airborne target. It was blown to bits, sending more debris to rain down on the two. Bulma ducked her head and covered her face the best she could with her one operational hand in a desperate attempt to shield her eyes. She looked up when she felt the tree bits lighten to see a panting Goku hunched over, his display apparently draining a lot of his energy. Bulma smiled, "Oh yeah. We could use that."
"Master Gohan has been gone for two days now," Goku said as he opened the door for his blue haired guest, "Out training again, I reckon." The sun was setting by then, and the boy had taken the initiative to use some of the decimated tree from earlier in the fireplace. Bulma mulled over his words as she settled into a chair,"Hmm well that's no good. How long will he be gone?" After throwing multiple lit matches into the fireplace, the wood finally caught, filling the room with light. The boy stared at the fire for a moment before regarding his company with a nonchalant shrug. Bulma facepalmed and then glared at the boy for his seemingly uncaring nature, "Okay, that's fine. It's whatever. We can still find him" Goku eyed the girl quizzically, seemingly deep in thought about the girl's statement. "How we gon do dat?" Bulma smirked, "Take me to my bike, and I'll show you."