Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, Akira Toriyama does and created it. My fan character Tomic, and any others not part of the series belong to me. This story means no harm to the anime or manga
Second Chances for Bardock's Sons Chapter 4
By Trynia Merin
Beta read by Sarah Slutz January 2008
All three Z fighters landed seconds later, at the sight of the farm. Smoke still hung thick in the air, smelling of charred flesh and ashes. Armored vans and tanks stood nearby. Policemen and Imperial guard soldiers milled about, taking specimens while scientists and investigators waved strange radiation meters around. Bodies were being put in black bags, zipped up over charred figures.
"Let's hide here and watch," Krillin suggested, pointing to a stand of trees on the edge of the field.
Glancing around the trees, Yamcha narrowed his eyes. He grabbed a pair of binoculars Bulma pulled out of her small utility pouch she wore like a fanny pack around her hips. Krillin squinted, crouching on Bulma's other side. Bulma took in the scene and shivered, held back by Yamcha. He frowned, peering at the sight.
"That's a red ribbon vehicle all right. And it looks like they were flash fried…" said Yamcha. He handed the binoculars back to Bulma, who took a look herself.
"I'm sensing some major ki everywhere. It's so strong it's still all over the place," Krillin shivered.
"I feel it too, buddy," voiced Yamcha, shaking his head. "This is way beyond us. Something that powerful let off such a blast the ki's still humming in those bodies and everywhere around us."
"Nobody's THAT strong," Krillin swallowed.
"But those two farmers bodies' they found were not burned. Why?" Bulma asked, still peering through the binoculars. "I just saw them putting the bodies onto stretchers. That must be the coroner finishing his report."
"I felt that ki at two am," said Yamcha. "That's why I came this way, instead of stopping by yesterday."
"I'm glad in a way you didn't visit me this morning. My dad was on his 'I can't stand Yamcha' rants," Bulma fumed.
"Aw baby I'm sorry," Yamcha sighed. "Were they um… giving you a hard time about the bouquet and garter?"
"Yeah. But we can't talk about that now," said Bulma. Krillin sighed with relief, wiping a sweat drop off his bald head. The last thing they needed was a lover's spat in the middle of trying to remain hidden from view.
"We're not alone anymore guys," Krillin muttered.
"Who?" asked Bulma.
"All right, we've got back-up," said Yamcha, nodding in relief to Krillin.
"Near north city?" asked a familiar voice, making Bulma flinch.
"Keep it DOWN you," she hissed, finger before her pursed lips.
"Sorry," Tien apologized, crouching on his haunches behind the other three Earth's Special Forces. Chaotzu moved over, his head level with all of them while standing.
"Hi guys, you know what's going down?"
"Keep it down you two," Bulma hissed. Tien and Chaotzo glanced around, hiding in the shade of a bush. Bulma threw down a capsule house, and bade them to enter. Once inside, she pressed the code to activate the chameleon circuit and hide them from the nosy authorities.
"Pretty cool Bulma," Krillin said, glancing around. The small kitchen and sitting room were all in one, while a small hallway led to a bedroom through a closed door. Bulma walked over to the fridge, opening it up and fishing out a bottle of spring water out.
"Thank you. Good to see you two here," told them Bulma. "Anything I can get you?"
"Beer for me babe," Yamcha said.
"Tien?" asked Bulma.
"Usual," he nodded, catching a can of soda for his small sidekick, and a bottle of fruit juice for himself.
Krillin helped himself to a grape soda, and joined them as they entered the living room area. Yamcha leaned casually on the love seat, his leg brushing Bulma's. Krillin sat on the sofa near Tien and Chaotzu.
He was the first to speak, "So guys what are we dealing with?"
"Good question. Tell them, Chaotzu," Tien urged him.
"I sensed a very STRONG mind," Chaotzu squeaked. "All the way from the mountains!"
"You guys sensed that HUGE ki. It was out of this world!" Tien complained. "I went to North City, and I saw something just before it left."
"What were you doing in North city?" inquired Yamcha.
"I was going to pick up our cleaning! What? Chaotzu and I were gonna train closer to civilization! Especially when we heard about those strange UFOS, and remembered Baba's warnings! Don't tell me you haven't heard!" Tien gaped at them.
"Wait, let's all get our stories straight," Bulma interrupted. They each sat down in the living area while she paced back and forth.
"Where's Goku?" asked Krillin. "If he sensed this too…"
"He's on his honeymoon remember? At Korin's tower," said Yamcha. "I don't think Chichi would let him leave her for ANYTHING unless the planet was about to blow up."
"For all we know it might be, guys," swallowed Krillin.
"That ki was the strongest energy I've EVER sensed," Tien whispered.
"And the mind I sensed wasn't human," said Chaotzu. "It was so sad, like it was about to cry. And then it shut off. For a moment I felt it afraid, and then angry. Then it flew away."
"And he couldn't get a fix on it anymore," said Tien.
"Not human? Maybe it's Piccolo," shuddered Krillin.
"No way. It wasn't him," said Tien. "I know his energy. And it would have been evil. This energy wasn't evil, but it was VERY strong, and smelled like death."
"Wow, what? You think it might have been that lady warrior?" asked Yamcha.
"Yeah. The locals have been telling all kinds of stories," Tien said.
"Everyone's thinking about a woman in black armor, from what I sense from everyone's thoughts. But they're so scared I can't see clearly," Chaotzu apologized. "Sorry Tien."
"It's okay buddy. I'm just glad you can sense anything at all," Tien reassured.
"Well guys, what do we do? If it IS this space woman, is she friend or foe?" asked Yamcha.
"I think we should go find her and ask her ourselves," Bulma put in.
"Are you NUTS?" Krillin blinked.
"Well if you aren't going, I am," Bulma huffed.
"You're crazy Bulma!" cried Yamcha.
"Then you're coming to protect me?" she blinked.
"Fine, I'm coming," sighed Yamcha.
"You guys better go tell Master Roshi, and Ox King," said Krillin. "I'm gonna go along, I guess…" he gulped.
"You are so sweet, thank you!" Bulma laughed, kissing both men on their cheeks. "C'mon let's start looking. You guys can use your ki sensing whatever right?"
"I guess. Man, this is not my day," Yamcha swallowed.
The being known as Tomic streaked through the layers of the upper atmosphere. Wearing her black third class armor, she decided to bite the bullet and investigate the cluster of high battle powers gathered at the farm. Was it Goku perhaps? She had seen a battle power of three hundred and fifty for the past week in the distance, but hesitated to investigate. He wouldn't understand nor comprehend a monster such as her, unless she proved to him she meant no harm. Another battle trace of three hundred and thirty slowly encroached on North City from the east, making her wonder who it could be.
She glanced down at the inhabitants of North City. A tear blurred her vision and she wiped it away, hoping the baby she saved was all right . She didn't understand why she would be so concerned. She dismissed the tear and told herself it was just her eyes getting irritated from the wind. Gunning her ki she shot above the radar profile, heading in the direction of what looked like Kakkarot's ki trace.
"Fate has given me another chance so I can't blow it," she thought. Like it or not, she had taken this job and she knew that she had to stick to her course. Confusing the inhabitants of this world with her crop circles, UFO balls and other methods was a good smokescreen so they didn't guess her true nature. It bought her enough time to determine the nature of the civilization and how they'd handle an alien from another planet.
Now they knew her, having seen her drop off a baby in the middle of North City. It was unplanned, she had hoped that she could eventually get more educated humans to seek her out, and somehow draw Goku to her eventually. Had she managed it?
Three huge battle powers. The number seven hundred and nine burst out of nowhere. It stunned her. Following her bleeping scouter, she dropped to a standing position near the hiding place of her space pod. There were three traces, not one comprised the seven hundred and nine battle reading and they were all in the same place with two weaker ones. Adjusting her scouter, she scanned through a cloaking field, to triangulate them.
Soldiers moved off. She winced, noticing that a power level of three hundred thirty was increasing its pace. Was that Goku? Then the other trace suddenly vanished, leaving her flustered. Whatever it was, she would find out soon. Soldiers cleared away her bodies, and left the site unmolested. Slowly, a domed hut flickered into life, and she saw the door open.
Two orange gi clad figures stepped out, one short and bald and one with long black hair flowing around his shoulders, lankier than his companion. Next came out another bald man, a head taller then the lankier on, who a third eye on his forehead, emerged accompanied by a small white-faced child. She shivered, recognizing them instantly.
Suddenly, the three of them gasped. Tomic clamped down her ki, trying to contain her energies making sure she was still hidden. They looked at one another in fear, and then relaxed. "I just sensed a MASSIVE ki again, and then it was gone," mumbled the three eyed warrior.
"I sense an alien mind. It's sad, and now it's blocking me," Chiaotzu whispered.
"Where?" asked Tien.
"You two go find Goku. I wanna look at the site now the guys are gone," said a female voice. To Tomic's shock, she stared at a young woman with bright blue hair and a Capsule Corps T shirt and jacket stride out. She was much younger than the version she had met before, it was unmistakably still Bulma Briefs, of this world.
"She's a scientist. No wonder she's investigating. And those other two must be Krillin and Yamcha. But they look so different," she mumbled.
That power level of three hundred thirty was only a mile distant. Bulma strode confidently in the company of Krillin and Yamcha. Tien and his companion rocketed off, leaving them alone. Yamcha and Krillin exchanged glances, watching Bulma pull out several pieces of equipment.
"What?" she asked.
"Um Bulma, Krillin and I are sensing a HUGE ki right now," Yamcha said nervously.
"It's probably Goku," explained Krillin. "Good."
"But Goku's at Korin's tower," interjected Yamcha. "Do you think?..." he trailed off.
"Bulma, maybe you'd better go back to the capsule house while I check it out with Yamcha," said Krillin.
"No way! I'm not staying back!" she snapped. Just then, the two men swallowed hard as a purple meteorite burst through the clouds. The ground rumbled, diesel smell dispelling that of hay and corn.
"What the?" Tomic wondered, and then saw at least a hundred traces of puny battle power on the ground, and the source of the three hundred and thirty hovering overhead.
"Bulma, now!" shouted Yamcha. "Back away. Something's coming!"
"What?"
"It sounds like an army and heavy vehicles. Get down!" Yamcha exclaimed. "Bulma, get out of sight! Krillin stay with me!"
"But that power… it's right on top of us!" Krillin gulped.
"I refuse to just sit back while you have all the fun!" Bulma huffed.
"C'mon Bulma, don't' argue!" Yamcha snapped, pulling her back.
"Fine, but don't get killed you guys!" she ordered, scurrying away and entering the capsule house. Tomic slowly crept forward, watching the two Z warriors edge up and peer around the trees.
"Oh shit," Yamcha gasped, as the source of the ki landed. Through the trees a white cape flapped in the wind, off the shoulders of a tall seven-foot figure. From the tips of his pointy boots their eyes trailed up to a dark blue fighting outfit, red sash, and a high turban atop his head. Two antennas protruded under the brim, shading huge dark eyes. The figure folded his arms, and turned to glance around at the ruined fields. Police tape fenced off the Red Ribbon Vehicles.
"Your majesty, it's as you sensed," said one of the commanding soldiers, stepping off a huge tank. Tomic gasped, recognizing the green alien.
"Huh, then where are they?" asked the green-skinned Demon King.
"Your father called them the red ribbon army, mi-lord," said the uniformed figure that appeared to be the leader, wearing a similar turban and shades. All the soldiers wore turbans, pointed boots and blue uniforms with red piping, and the name Daimyo on their backs.
"Mercenaries," Yamcha whispered.
"Its… it's… its King Piccolo. But he was dead!" Krillin stammered, his knees knocking together.
"Captain Scarlet, I know that. Tell me what the hell happened here! Looks like they were decimated by a powerful blast!" said Piccolo, glancing around. Tomic sensed he was far younger than she recalled, more slender as well.
"We're dead meat," Yamcha groaned.
"Wait a minute, I'm sensing some runts. HEY, whoever it is, you can stop hiding from me. I know you're there!" Piccolo barked, raising his hand. He fired directly at the bush. Yamcha and Krillin shot out of the way, scattering as they soared away.
"Who dares disturb King Piccolo the second!" Captain scarlet yelled.
"Come out, I know you're here!" Piccolo grunted, rising into the air. "My men or I will find you! You can run but you can't hide!"
"This way," Captain Scarlet motioned, barking orders to his troops. To her shock Tomic saw his battle power was a modest one hundred. High for a human. He rocketed up, levitating as a Z fighter did. Within seconds he zipped around and grabbed hold of Krillin who had just tumbled out of a bush.
"Oh no!" Krillin gasped. "Yamcha, get out of here!"
"Let him GO!" Yamcha shouted. Throwing back his hands he screamed, "Spirit ball!"
A huge blue sphere the size of a basketball surged out of Yamcha's hand, crashing into Captain Scarlet. Piccolo turned, seeing the flash. He aimed a blast downward. Krillin shot free, kicking away from Scarlet. Troops scattered, firing at the two Z warriors.
"Bulma, get away," Yamcha silently pleaded.
"You… I know you," Piccolo shouted. "You're…the Z warriors!"
"You won't take us alive!" Yamcha yelled. "KAMEHAMEHA!"
A sizzling blast shot from the desert bandit's hands, close to Piccolo. The Namekian laughed, deflecting the blast with one hand. Krillin dropped before Scarlet, as Yamcha faced off against Piccolo.
"Leave us. I'll handle this garbage myself," said Piccolo. "So, you challenge me, human? I see you wear the same colors as Muten Roshi. Tell me where I might find the one called Son Goku, and I might let you live!"
"No way man!" Yamcha snapped. "Even if I knew I wouldn't! Krillin I'll handle him. You get that other guy!"
"Right," Krillin barked, kicking off a rapid series of punches from Scarlet.
"You're fast, baldy," he laughed, swinging punches. "Stand back men! Search the area."
"All right, you asked for it. You can send Goku a message when he finds your rotting corpse!" Piccolo grunted. He shot forward, and Yamcha circled, nailing him in the back.
"Wolf fang fist!" Yamcha shouted, swinging his hands in swiping arcs. One of them slashed across Piccolo's face, then his chest.
"KYAEEE!" Piccolo shouted, swinging up his fist and punching Yamcha to the ground. The Bandit grunted, rolling over out of the way. Meanwhile Krillin flipped and spun evading the Scarlet's punches. Red balls of ki slammed into him, and Krillin barely managed to block and deflect each one with a rapid flurry of hands.
"Try this!" Krillin shouted, his china flat shoed feet peppering Scarlet with rapid fire kicks like a jackhammer. Scarlet laughed when Krillin landed back, cracking his disjointed head back into place.
"That was all you have?" Scarlet laughed.
"Oh great," Krillin groaned. He raised his hand toward the sky, and formed a small bright disk.
"You really think that feeble thing is going to do anything? I'll let you have one good shot, baldy," Scarlet laughed.
"Kienzan!" Krillin yelled, lobbing it. It zinged past Scarlet, who easily dodged it.
"Fool, you missed," he laughed.
"Shows how much YOU know," Krillin chuckled. He ducked, and the whirling disk shot back around in a graceful ark, passing over his head and slamming right into Scarlet. Although he held up his hand to deflect it, he suddenly screamed in shock as blood splattered his face. In disbelief Scarlet saw his hand rolling on the ground, and his wrist was a stump, cleanly sliced diagonally.
"You die!" Scarlet howled. (Oh my!)
Yamcha shoved Piccolo off him with booted feet. A punch smashed into his face, and he slammed his knee into Piccolo's gut. The Namekian laughed it off, sending a punch into Yamcha's gut. Groaning, Yamcha crumpled, hugging his midriff. Tomic swallowed hard, narrowing her eyes. She raised her hand and aimed a small sphere directly at Piccolo's skull as his back was turned. He grunted as something impacted with his head, knocking him over with a blinding blast.
"Hey you there! Face me instead!" Tomic shouted, rising out of the bushes. Scarlet and his men suddenly gasped, seeing the new warrior entering the fray.
"What the HELL is that?" Piccolo got out. "Who… what are you?"
"Leave the humans alone, Namekian," Tomic said. "NOW! Before I MAKE you!"
"You're messing with the wrong guy, lady," Piccolo snarled, glaring at her. He rubbed the back of his neck, staring at the female. Suddenly his eyes widened in horror.
"What did you call me, woman?" Piccolo demanded.
"You're from a planet called Namek, far from here. You're not from this world, or don't you know?"
"Why should I care?" Piccolo snarled. "Mind your own damn business before I…"
"Step away from them now, and I won't hurt you," said Tomic clearly. "I mean it, Namekian."
"How do you know my name, answer me?" Piccolo grunted. Yamcha staggered to his feet, using the chance to move in the direction of Krillin who was holding his own with Scarlet. The soldiers stood back, their guns trained on the dueling men.
"I know more than you can imagine, Namekian. Leave them alone," repeated Tomic. "I won't ask again. Don't make me use violence."
"Your majesty, I hate to interrupt," interjected Scarlet, as Krillin shot away from his grasp. He held his stump of a wrist to his jacket while punching his ear piece with his good hand. "Our lookout has just spotted someone else approaching fast!"
"Shut up!" he told Scarlet. Then, he directed his attention to the woman. "You, tell me who you are!" Piccolo snarled. "Before you really piss me off!"
"I'm an alien being from another planet, just like you are Namekian! My name is Tomic, Third Class of Nappa's squad. I'm a Saiyan Warrior sent here to look for those like me, one named Kakkarot," said Tomic.
"Those like you? What the HECK are you?" Piccolo demanded.
"Surely you've seen something like this before?" she asked, unfurling the long tail around her waist. "Look familiar?"
"It can't be... it's just like... nah wait a minute, how could it possibly be?"
"You have?" she asked.
"But Goku was just a little kid... if you know him then you're really in trouble. He's my sworn enemy, and you just blew your chance of remaining alive!"
"Who is this Goku you speak of? I seek Kakkarot so I can take him AWAY from this planet! And if I get rid of him then you won't have to WORRY about him anymore!"
"Sounds tempting, but no thanks. I want to beat the crap out of him for what he did to my father," Piccolo shook his head. "Now if you're wise, you'll haul off and tell Goku to come and meet me to settle this."
"Sire! Something's headed this way! It's the Red Ribbon army!" Scarlet shouted. "And they outnumber us ten to one!"
"Retreat now!" Piccolo yelled.
"Retreat!" Scarlet barked, moving off into the bushes. Piccolo returned to Tomic, who hovered there in midair. Levitating, he rose to face her.
Strange whizzing disks shot over the trees, causing both warriors to turn their attention away. A second later, Tomic's scouter bleeped urgently. "Behind you!" she cried, seeing a blurred movement zipping up from the direction opposite Piccolo's mercenary force.
"Oh come on that's the OLDEST trick in the book," Piccolo grunted. Something slammed into his gut, knocking him aside. Tomic gaped at the sight of a large purple skinned being that remotely resembled a fictional horror character. Complete with neck bolts and stitching, the being levitated just as they did.
Another figure materialized, shaking purplish blue hair. Female eyes blinked and a laugh tittered, swinging a punch at the black armored Saiyan. Tomic whirled around, blocking the punch of the attacker. Slender, feminine and about her height, the newcomer wore a silver jumpsuit with red ribbon markings, flying with the aid of a rocket pack in her back.
"Nap-time, monkey lady," she giggled.
"Shut up!" Tomic warned. Piccolo grunted, swinging punches at his Frankenstein attacker.
"What are you!" he wolfed, then felt a prickle in his neck. Something snapped around his neck, and he felt a cold band of metal forming a collar. Energy crackled.
"Just surrender. It won't hurt if you do," said the Frankenstein being. "I don't want to hurt you."
"I… you… curse it," Piccolo gasped, feeling his life force draining.
"Piccolo!" Tomic shouted, turning from her attacker.
"Bedtime for Bonzo," tittered the purple-haired female. She shot out her hand, clamping a similar collar around Tomic's neck. Groaning, the Saiyan turned, firing a blast at her. It fizzled in a second. Her energy ebbed away with the bleeping of the band at her throat.
"Drek… how…" she groaned, plummeting to the ground. Crashing next to Piccolo, she rolled over to stare into the face of a white-haired old man wearing a tall fur hat.
"Well done my dears, 7 and 8," he purred, glancing at Tomic with blue eyes from beneath craggy brows.
"Here you are, Doctor. Two creatures for your amusement," the female laughed.
"You won't hurt them will you, Master?" asked the Frankenstein look-alike.
"My dear no. 6, you've outdone yourself. And no 8, don't worry, they'll be quite entertained. I'm going to make you some new little friends once I've studied these two. Pick them up and carry them back to base. I'll join you there," said their white-haired master.
Colonel White rushed up, his face badly burned, but his uniform immaculate. "I told you they were powerful, didn't I?"
"Yes. But what is this green being?"
"The son of King Piccolo they say. And this is the bitch that nailed me and killed one hundred of my best men," White snapped. "What is she?"
"She resembles the other brat who decimated our organization those years ago. Luckily, I was able to rebuild no. 8. But these two will do QUITE nicely," said the scientist.
"Right Dr. Gero. But we'd better move before we're detected. Should we go after those other costumed clowns?"
"No, let them go fetch their friend. I'm sure Son Goku will love to pay his old FRIENDS a visit. And when he does, these two will kill him, and exact my revenge," Dr. Gero laughed. "Especially THIS one. I see she has a tail just like his…"
"A tail? Should I cut it off?"
"No, leave it. I want to study just WHAT it does. I didn't think that creature Goku had a relative. I thought he was just a freak of nature. But it seems this is a fully grown monkey creature. And in strange armor. I wonder…" Dr. Gero mused.
In the meantime, Bulma Briefs slowly rounded the capsule hut. She saw the strange showdown between the black armored figure and the Namekian. It amazed her how easily both levitated twenty feet in the air; their eyes riveted in a death match stare.
Her blood froze when she observed the Red Ribbon army. Quickly she ducked out of sight, sticking out the top of her head just behind the nearest bushes. She wanted to shout when she saw first Piccolo, then the alien woman attacked. Gleaming metal devices snapped around their necks, crackling.
Bulma's eyes widened in horror when she noticed both trying to power up, only to plummet to the ground. The instant their ki shells powered up, the small bands crackled with t heir own energies. Her scientific brain reasoned they must be ki suppressors or scramblers capable of blocking energy so it couldn't be focused for an attack. Yamcha and Krillin had soared away into the bushes, no doubt looking for her in the capsule house.
Nearby, the alien female had landed; her body sprawled out on one side. As the craggy-featured Dr. Gero exalted with his two operatives, Bulma saw the ape woman slowly turning over. Amazing that she was still partly coherent, groaning to herself. Slowly Bulma crept out, moving over to the female in surprise.
Dark eyes opened up, fixing on her in surprise. Bulma suppressed a squeak of alarm, seeing the furry band flickering around the female's waist. Slowly, the woman reached up and grabbed the strange device off her face. With a last burst of energy she flung it far into the bushes. Bulma yelped, rushing away when she saw the shadow of one of Dr. Gero's creations turning to the fallen Saiyan female.
"Get away… woman," groaned Tomic, her eyes falling on Bulma.
"Who… what are you…" she was about to ask before she heard other voices.
Heart pounding she rushed in the direction of where the scouter had fallen. Harsh laughter and the whooshing of rockets told her that the Red Ribbon army was departing. Something gleamed in the sunlight, through a gap in the trees, alerting her. Within minutes she found it, sunlight gleaming off a green tinted visor. Bulma reached out and picked it up, turning it over in her hands.
"Bulma, there you are!" gasped Yamcha, grabbing her up and rocketing into the air. Bulma yelped, nearly dropping the scouter as she realized she was flying high above the canopy of trees.
"Yamcha what are you doing!" she shouted.
"Shh! We're getting away before those Red Ribbon clowns follow us!" Yamcha hissed, clapping his free hand over her mouth.
"You almost scared the hell out of me!" she mumbled when he released her lips.
"Whatever! What were you doing? You could have gotten killed or worse!" Yamcha scolded her.
"In case you didn't' realize it, I was TRYING to take a look at that alien woman who saved your asses!" she snorted indignantly, squirming to get comfortable. Yamcha swung her so he held her under her knees and back, love cradle style. She slid one arm around his neck, and placed the scouter into her utility pack.
"Too bad she was captured with Piccolo," said Krillin.
"But we should have helped her," said Bulma. "She had a tail just like Goku's!"
"That doesn't mean a thing, Bulma," said Krillin. "She's as dangerous as he is! Her ki was WAY more powerful then even Goku's!"
"Still…"
"Tien and Chiaotzu are gonna find Goku and send him to Capsule," said Yamcha.
"Luckily I got that lady's device right here," said Bulma, reaching into her pocket and brandishing the strange ear piece and green tinted visor attached.
"YOW, what's THAT?" Krillin yelped.
"It's the device she was wearing. It must be very important because she took it off and threw it my way when she saw me. She knew my name!" said Bulma excitedly. "And she told me to run away. Would someone who wanted to HURT us do that?"
"How did she know who you were?" Yamcha asked.
"She told Piccolo she knew who I was, dummy," Bulma glared at him. "DUH!"
"How would she know?" asked Krillin.
"She must have come here to study this planet. That meteorite must have been a space ship of some kind. And I bet you a thousand zenni that she was looking for Goku. I mean duh, she has a tail like his, and she said she was!"
"Still, that's no reason to make any rash decisions," Yamcha voiced.
"Shut up and get me home so I can analyze this," she glared at both of them. "You men are so dense sometimes it's a wonder how you get along without me!"
"Oh good grief," groaned Yamcha. Krillin just shook his head, chuckling to himself. For once he didn't envy his friend's choice in girlfriend.