A Night of Unexpected Revelations

"Don't look at me, you pervert!" Bulma screamed at the top of her lungs. She hadn't been prepared for today, not in the least.

After getting Kakarot onto the motorcycle, a difficult task as Kakarot had never even seen a motorcycle before and didn't trust her enough to take her word on its safety.

After promising that it wouldn't hurt him, and agreeing that he could hurt her back if she turned out to be wrong, they finally managed to get on the road.

Despite himself, Kakarot enjoyed the feeling of the wind brushing through his hair. Bulma was surprised that she didn't even have to tell him to watch where he put his hands.

Then, wouldn't you know it, Bulma needed to…let nature take its course.

"Just go right here." Kakarot said with a shrug. He couldn't see a reason she'd need to waste their time by going into the bushes.

"No way! I'm not letting you watch!" She yelled as she walked towards some bushes.

Kakarot rolled his eyes, "Fine, be that way."

Then Bulma walked over. Which left Kakarot to himself.

He looked over the motorcycle. He liked it, he was surprised that it could move faster than him. He felt, somewhere deep inside him, a desire to prove himself better than this stupid technology.

He smiled at having a goal of his own.

"OH MY GOD HELP ME KAKAROT!" Kakarot raised a brow, before sighing.

He got up and jogged into the bushes after her, "First you don't want me to watch, now you're inviting me over? Truly, you are the master of the mixed message!"

"This is no time for your snark!" Bulma yelled.

Kakarot followed her voice, turned, and found her to be quite right.

Bulma's face was panicked, which some would say was a perfectly valid response to being trapped in a pterodactyl's claw.

The dinosaur turned as Kakarot got closer.

"Oh, what have we here? Are you a part of this girl's tribe?" His voice was surprising smooth for a dinosaur, and to be honest Kakarot was more surprised that it could even speak.

"Nope. Just met her earlier today. You know her?" Kakarot smiled at the large dinosaur. This time his grin was genuine, if only because he could see Bulma's face out the corner of his eye and it was hilarious.

The pterodactyl laughed, "Oh, we're best friends."

Bulma tried to correct him, but the flying reptile had covered her mouth with his claw. Before Kakarot knew it the pterodactyl had some rope in his hands. Kakarot could only raise his eyebrow as he wondered where exactly that rope had come from.

"Now, me and her need to have a 'hehe' private conversation." As he spoke he had started tying Kakarot to a tree, one handed as he still had to hold Bulma and keep her mouth closed. Kakarot, understanding, decided to be helpful and stood perfectly still.

The dinosaur was laughing full force by this point, "Ah, it's good to see the youth of today being so obedient. That trick probably won't work in 30 years…anyways, be a good little boy and I might come back for a little snack!"

Kakarot gave a bright smile, "Okay Mister Dinosaur, I'll be waiting."

And with that the dinosaur started flying off, laughing full force at his remarkable luck. Bulma meanwhile had been struggling with all her might, though the dinosaur was too strong. But now that they were in the air, the dinosaur loosened his grip slightly.

He wanted to hear her pitiful screams.

"Kakarot, how stupid can you be!" Bulma screamed at the top of her lungs.

Kakarot, meanwhile, had already untied the ropes. The pterodactyl had neglected to tie down his tail, probably thinking it was a part of a costume. In fact, Kakarot had enough dexterity with the thing to pull the rope loose.

Kakarot took steps away from the tree and glanced up at the escaping dinosaur and the first person he'd seen since his Mentor's death.

'I could just leave them. She'd die, but then I'd have her Dragon Balls. Though…I don't know how she finds them.' Kakarot let out a sigh, 'Also, as much as it pains me to admit, I don't know much about the world beyond these mountains and she does.'

Kakarot rolled his eyes, "It's not like she deserves to die either…"

He grabbed the Power-Pole from his back, and held it in a similar manner that one might hold a sniper rifle.

He aimed for a moment before saying, "Power pole extend."

The pole went off like a shot high into the sky, till it made contact with the back of the pterodactyl's head. There was a roar of pain and a shriek of terror, then the dinosaur started falling.

"Power pole descend." Before the pole was back to its original size Kakarot was running. He was fairly fast, all things considered. The way they were falling, she'd probably be crushed.

There must have been twenty feet between them before Kakarot jumped and yelled, "Power pole extend!"

The pole sent him flying into the sky at an angle. A moment later he was by Bulma, both falling through the sky.

"Power pole descend! Hey, I think you need better friends." Well talking he wrapped an arm around Bulma's waist, and with his free hand pointed the power pole towards the ground.

"He wasn't my-" Bulma began, a fiery glare on her face.

But she never finished because Kakarot yelled, "Power-pole extend!"

The pole shot out again, and with the added bonus of Kakarot thrusting his arm forward at that exact moment. The extra energy caused the pole to break though the ground below, keeping them suspended in the air.

Bulma looked down and gulped. Kakarot would probably survive this fall with little to no issue. She wasn't so sure about herself.

There was a crash a little ways away, both Kakarot and Bulma shifted to check. The pterodactyl had crashed into the side of a cliff, and was now falling to the bottom.

The sight made Kakarot burst out with laughter well Bulma took short calming breaths, her heart was beating so fast that she worried she might have a heart attack. And to add insult to injury, she'd wet herself at some point.

Kakarot also found this hilarious, "Just think, all of this could have been avoided if you hadn't gone into the dinosaur infested bushes all alone to pee."

Bulma stared at Kakarot, fear on her face. What kind of guy was he?

"The sort that sees pterodactyl as a laughing…" Bulma mumbled bemused.

"You say something? Not hurt, are ya?" Kakarot's face was decorated with a tiny smirk.

Bulma quickly shook her head no.

After their little dino issue things went smoothly.

Bulma, being a lady that was used to certain comforts, simply refused to walk around in clothes that had been dirtied by sweat and urine. Hence, she decided to change. She opened her capsule case, threw it, and waited for it to explode into smoke and reveal a closet.

She picked out some clothes quickly, a simple shirt, a leather jacket and some jeans. She was about to walk off into the bushes, before remembering the events that had just transpired.

She told Kakarot to not look at her till she said he could.

Then she changed in middle of the road.

She hadn't been that worried about it, despite changing in record time. The simple answer was that she hadn't seen another human around for miles besides Kakarot. She was sure she could get away with it.

With these things dealt with, the duo got back on the motorcycle and drove down the road.

Time sped by as they drove. Bulma and Kakarot chatted throughout the drive, before falling quiet for what felt like and most likely was hours.

It would've gone on like this, if Kakarot hadn't felt the desire to clarify some things.

"So we need for more of these Dragon Balls, right? How long should that take us?"

"No idea." Bulma said honestly, "My radar points us in the right direction. But when we're in the general area of a dragon ball, the radar's data becomes useless."

"Oh? How's that work?"

"I'll explain it later. I'm kind of tired" Just as she finished speaking she skidded the motorcycle to a stop, which caused Kakarot's grip of her waist to tightened like a vice.

"Ow! Not so tight!" Bulma winced out.

Despite the pain she was in, she noticed something in that moment. Kakarot's heartbeat was frantic.

'Did I scare him?' Bulma mused, 'How strange.'

He let go of her and quickly jumped off the motorcycle.

"You're tired, huh? Guess that means we're stopping for sleep, right? Right. I'll go grab some leaves, I'll make sure to get you some extra comfy ones. Sound nice? I hope so. Well bye!" Kakarot spoke quickly as he started to walk off.

Bulma found herself baffled by this boy, a feeling she feared was going to keep cropping up as long as she socialized with him.

'It can't be helped.' She reminded herself.

"Don't bother. Do you really think I'd dare sleep outside after today?" Her mind's eye flashed back to the dinosaur incident and she experienced an uncontrollable shiver. She feared what she might see in her dreams tonight.

Kakarot stopped still. He left out a large calming breath that he tried and failed to pass off as a sigh. He then turned around with the same sort of look an adult would have after explaining something to a child.

"Well, unless you can pull a house out of your pocket, I don't think we've got much choice." Kakarot shrugged. He spoke in what Bulma believed to be an egotistical manner. It was a challenge to identify, Kakarot always seemed to be talking like that.

Regardless, Bulma smirked at the wild little weirdo. He quirked a brow, before his face warped into a shocked expression.

"You're kidding."

"Am not."

"Gotta be. That's impossible."

Bulma rolled her eyes, "Says the kid that can shrug off bullets, destroy a car and deal with a dinosaur like a misbehaving cat. Compared to that, this is actual child's play."

Bulma walked away from the motorcycle and scanned the air, "Hmm, this seems to be level…you're gonna want to back up, Kaka."

Before Kakarot could speak up about his disliking for that shortening, Bulma had thrown an extra-large capsule. Kakarot then found himself diving for his life.

"Ah! Isn't it wonderful, Kaka?" He heard her voice, but it was took another moment before he actually looked up to see the results of Bulma's insane tech.

In what used to be empty ground now stood a metal dome. He saw two windows, and a door. There was even a chimney!

"I wonder what that long pole of metals for." Kakarot mumbled to himself.

"So, what you saying about leaves?" Bulma laughed as she opened the front door.

Kakarot found himself speechless as he wondered over, wanting to learn all he could about this strange new discovery.

Today he'd learnt about capsules. What were they? Were they science or magic? Where did Bulma get them from? Was there any limit to what could be capsulized? Kakarot didn't know, and he was desperate to find out.

'Girls sure are interesting…' Kakarot thought.

They were both standing inside the capsule house by this point. As the sun was currently setting outside, the inside of the house understandably dim. Kakarot didn't even pause to think about this. It was just what happened to houses when it got dark.

Then Bulma clapped her hands. The room was engulfed in light.

Kakarot blinked his eyes instantly, trying to protect them from a burning sensation. He ultimately failed in this regard.

"AH! Why'd it get so bright?"

Bulma stopped in that moment. She glanced back at Kakarot in shock.

"You don't know about lights? I underestimated your level of ignorance. For that, I am truly sorry." She quickly removed her jacket and left it on the chair before walking up to a television that was in the wall.

"Get a load of this." She flicked the switch and the television came on. Kakarot was already focused on it, eyes holding a look of fear and curiosity.

This curiosity was met with loud music and a man with large eyes staring back at him.

"I was just getting used to capsules." Kakarot turned to Bulma, "What the hell is this?"

"Young one, I have quite a lot teach you…" Bulma said in a sagely tone, before taking a sniff and quickly plugging her nose.

"God, is that you? You stink! You've got to have a bath, the circulation in this place is terrible."

Kakarot glanced at her, "Bath? Is that…some sort of food?"

Bulma's face lost all emotion, "You're telling me you've never had a bath before in your life?"

"Not to my knowledge, no."

There was a moment of silence well Bulma nonverbally freaked out.

'He's never bathed?! Why didn't I notice this?' Bulma's eye twitched nervously, 'He won't know how to do it himself…someone's got to teach him.'

In that moment Bulma hated her life.

"Follow me." Kakarot could tell that this wasn't a request. So when Bulma started walking he did as he was told.

Normally he wouldn't, but she had piqued his interest. What was a bath? Another thing he didn't know, and she was just going to show him with no effort on his part.

He considered this a victory.

Bulma led him into the Capsule house's bathroom. This was only a traveling home, so the bathroom was rather minimalistic. There was a toilet, a bathtub with a shower attachment, and a sink that had a cupboard above it.

Bulma made a beeline for this cupboard, rifling through several different shower gels, shampoos and conditioner. After finding what she felt would be necessary for a person that hadn't bathed once, she turned to Kakarot with a fierce look in her eyes.

"Take off your clothes."

Bulma couldn't believe she just said that. To make matters worse, Kakarot only raised a brow in response.

"Well? Get to it!" Bulma told him again.

Kakarot sighed, "Is this for that bath thing?"

Bulma nodded.

Without further ado Kakarot removed his gi and threw it to the ground. He now stood in front of Bulma, naked and without a care.

Bulma, on the other hand, did care. She blushed and turned away.

"Get in the tub," She gestured at the bath tub for good measure, "And face the wall."

Kakarot nodded and hopped in, "Now what?"

Bulma handed him a loofah and some shower gel, "Put some of that gel on the loofah and rub your body down."

He did as he was told and at the same time Bulma turned the shower, wetting Kakarot's hair and body. In no time at all things became sudsy.

"So why are we doing this?" Kakarot asked, he hated asking questions but all things considered he felt as if he deserved an answer. The water was quite hot and the stuff in that bottle felt slimy on his skin.

Bulma meanwhile took some shampoo and started rubbing it in his hair, "You know what sweat is, right?"

Kakarot gritted his teeth as her hands went through his hair, but the nod of his head was all she needed to know he understood.

"Humans sweat to avoid overheating. Which is good, because otherwise we'd die. But then that sweat dries, and it smells awful." Bulma grabbed the shower head and rinsed the shampoo from Kakarot's hair. He couldn't stop himself from wincing.

"So we bathe and shower. The stuff you used was shower gel, soap that cleans the body of sweat. What I just put on your hair was shampoo, used to clean it in a similar manner."

Then Bulma stopped. She was so focused on washing Kakarot's hair that she hadn't noticed. That monkey tail.

She'd noticed it earlier, she had just thought it was attached to his trousers. From what she could tell, he had neglected to wash his back properly.

She sighed, "Can you take the tail off? I need to wash your back."

Kakarot turned his head to look at her, "I don't see how I'd do that, it's attached."

Bulma's face went back to shocked, something that she was experiencing far too often recently. Without thinking she grabbed the tail and gave it a light tug.

It remained attached and Kakarot arched his shoulders.

"What did you do, super glue it to your butt?" Bulma had no idea how she was going to remove it. She'd probably just have to pull it off…

"No, it's just always been there…I was born with it. Now…can you stop holding it?" Kakarot's voice had gone quite squeaky.

Bulma wasn't convinced. She tightened her grip of the tail, but did it such a way that Kakarot wouldn't notice her doing it.

She wasn't expecting him to collapse.

"OW! Why would you do that?" His voice took on an edge.

Bulma blushed before running out the room. It was embarrassing! She'd been wrong, and he knew she'd been wrong.

This left Kakarot alone to nurse the wound.

It wasn't the first time he'd hurt his tail. Despite being useful for balance when swinging through the trees and the fact that he probably couldn't walk without it, his tail had some downsides.

It was sensitive, which made it easy to hurt him. Kakarot could recall a cat that was long since dead that actually managed to bite his tail. Kakarot still had bad flash backs about that pain, and the cat was violently and swiftly taken care of.

But what Bulma just did? It was mildly painful, but surprising enough that he lost balance. He was more annoyed that she now knew about his only major psychical weakness.

After calming down Kakarot finished his bath, making sure to wash his back. He figured out how to turn the shower off after ten seconds of fiddling around with it. But he was still faced with another major issues.

He was soaking wet.

"This is ridiculous." Kakarot mumbled to himself.

Bulma was drinking a cup of coffee, but it did little to calm her down.

He had a tail. Kakarot had a tail. She knew he was strange, but that was a whole other category of oddness.

'Why does he have it? Is it a birth defect? Is he part monkey?' Bulma threw that thought away before any images could spawn in her mind.

"Bulma."

She'd hurt him as well! They weren't close friends or anything, there was nothing keeping him around. Which meant he'd probably leave and take his Dragon Ball with him!

"Bulma."

'And all because I didn't trust him. He had no reason to lie but I assumed he was. What does that say about me as a person?'

"For Kami's sake, BULMA!"

Bulma snapped to attention, refocusing her sight on a naked Kakarot whose arms were crossed and whose expression was one of barely held back annoyance.

"I'm sorry for-"

"Don't care. I'm wet, how do you city folk deal with that?" Kakarot was simply assuming. He'd swam in lakes before where he'd just let the sun dry him off. But from what he'd learn from Bulma, quote unquote 'normal' people didn't seem to have the time to waste waiting to get dry.

Bulma just sat there blinked, then seemed to realise that Kakarot was naked.

She looked away quickly, "I'll go get you a towel!"

Kakarot stared after her, a brow raised.

"I wonder if 'normal' people don't like seeing each other naked…" Kakarot pondered the idea before shrugging, "Just another thing to add to the list of oddities."

Kakarot was pulled from his thoughts by a strange smell. He turned to the table, the culprit seemed to be the cup that he'd been holding.

The cup was full of a black liquid. Kakarot hadn't seen it before, and hence was quite interested by it. He decided to have a taste.

The cup was hot to the touch. He blew on the liquid before taking a sip. His face scrunched up.

It was bitter, a sharp contrast to the sweet fruits and meats he was used to. He loved it!

"Hey, Kakarot?" He looked at the doorway to Bulma who had grabbed an orange towel, "Wrap this around yourself, you'll be dry in no time."

"Oh thanks." He took the towel and wrapped it around himself like a cloak.

"So…that tail of yours is real?"

"Yes. You don't have a tail?"

"No."

"Oh." Kakarot took another sip of coffee, "You got somewhere to sleep around here?"

Bulma's eyes widened in realization, "This place has only one bed."

"So? We'll share." Kakarot shrugged the issue off. Bulma on the other hand wasn't so flippant.

"Yeah, sure. And you'll do weird perverted things to me well I sleep!"

Kakarot tilted his head to the side in confusion, "What sort of things?"

Then there was silence. Both held expressions of blankness, but for different reasons. Kakarot was confused, whereas Bulma was in disbelief.

"You don't know…" She trailed off, "How old are you?"

"About twelve. Why? And what things do you think I'd do to you?"

Bulma let out a sigh of disbelief. She had thought he was young, but after some actions on his part she had assumed that he was just short for his age. But no, he actually just a kid.

"Its better I not tell you. Go put your gi back on, then I'll show you the bedroom." Kakarot shrugged, he was sure he'd find out later.

He went back to the bathroom, got dressed and then was shown the bedroom and the nice double bed. It was softer and more comfortable than anything he'd ever experienced. He was asleep mere minutes later.

Bulma had a bath before changing into a nightgown and following his example.

Before drifting off however she wondered to herself, 'If he doesn't know about sex, what was our dragon ball agreement about?'

She'd have to ask him at some point…

Huh...the pacing for this is even worse then a standard episode of DBZ. Shame, really.

I'd just like to say that this was adapted more from the manga then the anime.

Also I'm confused over whether this story should be M rated or T rated. What do you guys think?

Thanks for reading this far, it means a lot. Feel free to review or not, it's not much of an issue. But, if you were interested in shaping the story there is a poll currently up on my page, feel free to cast a vote.

See ya later.