Here we are again! I know it's been a while, but life decided to pile up on me. First COVID hit, then college went to entirely online. You would think that last part made things easier, but online college is nothing to sneeze at! Finally, however, I was able to get over my writer's block (partially) and I've got a brand new updated chapter ready for ya.

With that out of the way, let's get started! I don't own Dragon Ball or any of the characters involved. I do own OC characters, concepts, objects and attacks. If I actually owned any of the stuff I write fanfictions for I'd be a millionaire. Let's get on with the show!

September 5, Age 749, Aru Village.

Milla soared through the air as she sat atop her Flying Nimbus, recently gifted to her by Master Roshi. She had nothing against Bulma's vehicles, but there was just something different about flying around on the magical creature. The wind in the air beat anything she had ever felt back on the ground. The hairs on her tail prickled as the cool breeze blew over them. She took in a deep breath, sighing in bliss.

Her ear twitched as she heard someone call her name. She looked down to see that Bulma had stopped along the road. The voice called out again, this time more distinguishable. The saiyan smirked as she patted the cloud. The being flew its rider down towards the ground, the girl laughing as they spun around a few times.

"Having fun there Milla?" questioned Bulma. The teen watched as the younger girl finally came to a stop. It was very clear that the cloud was one of the best gifts she had ever received. Milla waved at her companion with a huge grin.

"It's the best feeling in the world Bulma!" cried the young girl. "The only time I ever felt winds this strong is when I climbed Mt. Pazao! You've gotta try it!" The bluenette frowned as she shook her head.

"Did you forget that the stupid thing won't even let me try? It's so picky that it doesn't even like me." The saiyan tilted her head as she looked down at her steed. She smirked as she got an idea.

"Maybe if you hold onto me, it'll let you ride!" The heiress was about to retort that idea when her brain went to work. It was a living being if its personality was anything to go by. The plan might just be crazy enough to work. Bulma sighed as she shook her head.

"What do I got to lose?" The teen grabbed Milla's hand as she made her way up, scared that she would fall through like last time. To her surprise, however, a fluffy push met her weight. She couldn't believe her eyes as she now stood on the cloud. She quickly moved a hand to the younger girl's shoulder before sitting down.

The Nimbus was not unlike a comfy couch cushion, only airier and softer. It was surreal feeling cold air run exactly where she was sitting, but it wasn't a discomforting feeling. Milla rubbed the cloud, earning a crackling in response.

"Take it slow for Bulma please. It's her first time flying." Bulma doubted the creature understood the girl, seeing as it had shown no signs of sapience. The creature suddenly burst off, eliciting a yelp from the teen. For the first time in a long time Bulma would've been happy to be proven wrong.

The creature pulled off the same maneuvers as it did before, earning a scream of terror from the heiress. "I said nice and easy Nimbus!" The cloud did not oblige the command as it underwent a loopty loop. Bulma cried out in fear as the creature continued to perform its tricks. The heiress kicked at the creature's sides, not at all pleased by the show.

"Get me down! I've had it with this thing!" Milla sighed in disappointment, shaking her head as she rubbed the cloud's front. The mass of liquid came to the ground, exactly where it had left the bluenette before. Said teen fell on her rear as she let go of the younger girl.

The heiress growled as she scooted away from the cloud. "I think I'll just use technology from now on. Magical creatures and I do not go hand in hand. I'm a woman of science." The saiyan looked away as she hopped off the creature.

"I'm sorry Bulma." This apology got the teen's attention, seeing as the tone was unusual for her. She looked over to Milla, noting the sad smile on her face. "Thanks for the ride Nimbus. I'll call if I need anything."

The cloud seemed to be neutral to the gratitude as it flew off into the sky. Bulma looked to the saiyan girl as she walked down the road. She couldn't help the overwhelming feeling that she had made a mistake somewhere, especially if the usually chipper girl wasn't calling her along. The teen took a deep breath as she walked over to her vehicle. She pulled out the dragon radar, hoping for some good news.

She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw a separate dot on the screen. There was another Dragon Ball nearby! She looked to the depressed younger girl with a huge grin.

"There's one close by Milla!" The younger girl suddenly turned around, the normal smile soon returning to her face. The duo hopped onto the bike before driving towards the signal's origin. The girls rode on for quite a while until they came across a small sign.

"Aru Vi… Villa… Village! Aru Village Town Limits!" Bulma smiled as she looked back at the saiyan.

"Nice job Milla. You're getting better at reading." Milla rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment, blushing at the praise. The duo quickly put away their gear before walking up to the area. It was one of those small towns, so it was normal for it to be somewhat quiet.

That was exactly what the problem was, however. Everything was too quiet, even for the aforementioned scenario. The whole place seemed to be a ghost town, the only noise coming from the wind itself. There were no people out on the streets, reminiscent of one of those old western films. Suddenly, a loud rumbling sound moved throughout the area.

"Sorry. I haven't eaten in a while." Bulma looked to the younger girl, shock clearly present on her face.

"We just ate thirteen minutes ago! I made you a big breakfast and everything!" The saiyan sighed as she rubbed her arm.

"I know, but I really am hungry." The teen shook her head as she rolled her eyes. Milla had to be the only kid who could eat more than any adult she knew.

"Let's find the dragon ball. Then we can eat… again." The saiyan girl danced in place giddily for a moment before running into the town. She quickly ran up to the first house she saw.

She knocked on the door, hoping for a response. Bulma looked at her with a frown. "This place is abandoned Milla. There's no one here, so you don't have to knock." The little girl shook her head in denial as she reached for the door knob.

"Yes I do. Grandpa told me always knock before you enter someone else's home. I don't wanna be rude." Milla opened the door, a huge smile on her face. "Hello!"

She felt a hard pain on top of her head as something came down upon her. Bulma could only back up in horror as she saw the axe lodged into the girl's head. She screamed bloody murder, causing a man backed up in fright. He released the axe, slowly looking to his hands in terror.

"What have I done!?" cried the man. A low growling started to fill the air as Milla stood in place. The axe slowly slid off her head, revealing that the blade had warped instead of carrying out its deed. The girl continued to have her head down as the man began to shake in fear. She suddenly raised her head and… began to bawl.

Finally broken from her stupor, Bulma ran to the young girl's side. She cooed a few times as she tried to calm down her companion. Milla began to sniffle as she rubbed at her eyes.

"He bopped me on da head! Grandpa said people were nice when ya knocked!" The man's jaw hanged wide open as he looked upon the scene, surprised that his accidental victim was still alive. The heiress growled as she looked to the attacker.

"WHAT THE HECK IS YOUR PROBLEM!?" roared the teen. The man backed up, frightened by the bluenette's rage. He soon found himself being smacked atop the head with a frying pan courtesy of the same girl. "Start explaining now before I give you another one!" The man waved his hands defensively, not wanting to be hit again.

"I… I thought one of you was Oolong!" cried the man in fear. He narrowed his eyes as he looked to the bluenette. "What are you two doing out on your own anyway!?" Bulma growled as she raised the makeshift weapon again, her eyes giving off the illusion of being set ablaze.

"Who the heck is Oolong and why would they be a little girl!? What kind of sick place is this!?" Milla sniffled as she rubbed at the place on her head, wincing as she felt the spot a few times. Doors began to open around the entire town in response to all the commotion. People began to exit the buildings as they cautiously approached the building.

"Have you never heard of Oolong the terrible?" asked the man. He then took in their appearances, quickly putting two and two together. "You two aren't from around here. Of course you wouldn't have heard of that monster." Before Bulma could inquire any further, a familiar rumble filled the air.

The whole village shook at the sound, some shouting Oolong's name in fear. Bulma sighed as she looked to the still upset saiyan. She then gained a vengeful smile as she looked to the man.

"I hope you're a good cook, cause you owe my friend for that attack to the head." The man quickly nodded his head, laughing nervously as he stood up. The villagers looked his way as he gave off a nervous laughter.

"Just a misunderstanding folks!" cried the man. "We have guests today, so let's show them how we welcome good people!" The town began to calm down at this declaration, a few smiling at the prospect of a good feast. Milla also perked up, patting her stomach in anticipation. It didn't take long for the people to set up the feast, and an even shorter time elapsed before everyone dug in.

The saiyan's eyes sparkled as she looked over the dining table. She had never seen such delicious looking dishes before! Even Bulma seemed surprised by the amount of food that was around them. The man from before stood in silence as he blessed over the food. He smiled as he said the three words that Milla had waited to hear since she saw the arrangement. "Dig in everyone!"

Unable to grab her in time, Bulma was forced to watch as the younger girl began to grab at the food she found most appealing. In other words, she grabbed two or three of everything. The heiress cringed as she watched her companion carry a large bowl over to a separate table. The people couldn't help but watch in concern as Milla began to devour the food that was on her plate. There was a moment where she had to pound her chest, but it went by as quickly as it came. Deciding to change the subject, Bulma looked to the group at her table.

"So… what's up with this Oolong guy?" The question caused many of the people to become uncomfortable, even more so than when the saiyan began gorging on her food. It was as if the people were afraid to even mutter his name. The man from earlier took a deep breath as he looked to the older guest.

"Oolong is a shapeshifter that recently came into the area. He's been terrorizing the people for months. He has kidnapped three of the village's young girls, and I fear my daughter will be next. With the power and forms earned him the title of 'The Terrible' no one has been able to defeat him." The heiress gulped as she looked over to Milla.

She was currently playing with one of the village girls, though it was clear she had heard the explanation. No wonder the people were so jumpy around here. It didn't excuse the man's actions, mind you, but it was enough to earn her forgiveness. The saiyan girl scoffed as she looked towards her current playmate.

"This Oolong sounds like a creep," grumbled Milla. "If Grandpa were here, he'd give him what for." Her playmate seemed to doubt her, but the girl nodded her head none the less.

"Uh huh," half agreed the other girl. "I'm actually scared that he might come for me next. Most of my friends were taken by him. I miss them so much, and the chief's daughter Pochawompa is rumored to be his next target." Milla could see the sadness in the little girl's eyes.

It was something she would sometimes find looking back at her in the mirror whenever the day of her Grandfather's death came around. She clenched her fist as she looked down at the ground. Bulma decided to change the subject to something more important in her mind.

"So have you guys seen an amber colored orb anywhere?" questioned the heiress. She pulled out one of the dragon balls in their possession. "It'll look something like this, only a different amount of stars." An elderly woman stood up from her table, reaching into her purse with a smile.

"I have one right here," answered the woman. She held the six-star dragon ball in her hand. "This orb has been in my family for generations." The heiress smirked as she gestured to the orb.

"May we please have it? It's kinda important." The old woman seemed to be appalled as she protectively held the artifact back.

"I just told you that it's been with my family for generations! Why should I let you have it?" Bulma snapped her fingers in response as she looked down at the ground. Of course it wouldn't be that easy. She heard the sound of a chair scooting as she looked back towards the woman.

"Cause we're gonna stop that creepy Oolong!" shouted Milla. The villagers gasped at girl's statement. Bulma facepalmed as she slowly turned towards her companion. She had to pick now to do this kind of thing again.

"Milla, this isn't a turtle that needs to get back to the ocean," began the heiress. "This is a dangerous shapeshifter that can turn into anything and anyone. I don't think the bear was comparable to this." The people were once again lost in shock as they looked between the two girls. The saiyan crossed her arms as she looked her companion in the eye.

"We have to help them. They shouldn't have to be afraid to walk outside their homes. If it helps us get the dragon ball, then that's great too." Bulma gave Milla a hardened frown, not at all pleased with the idea. She knew if she said no, however, that she'd fall prey to Milla's dreaded puppy eyes.

"Alright. If we're gonna do this, you're gonna have to put forth the effort since you're so intent on helping. You have to give this your all and do whatever it takes. Can you follow along with my plan?" The saiyan nodded in response.

"Yes." The next thing Milla knew, she was in some weird outfit that looked like the one the little village girl wore. She felt kind of weird wearing the outfit, rolling her shoulder in order to adjust to the experience. She had some trouble moving in it, meaning that it definitely wasn't good for fighting. "Why am I wearing this again?"

"You're gonna lure out Oolong disguised as Pochawompa. Once he takes you, we'll follow him back to where ever he takes the girls." Milla crossed her arms as she shook her head.

"I could just fight him when he gets here. It's not like he could be tougher than the bear bandit." Bulma hummed in response as she rubbed her chin.

"Well… I guess if you used your Flying Nimbus you could…" The saiyan suddenly had a downcast look as she let her arms fall to her side. The heiress instantly took note of this, likening it to the face she had during their flight.

"It's okay. I'll do the dress thing." Bulma sighed as she shook her head. That tore it; something was up.

"Okay. What's wrong with you?" The younger girl's eyes widened as she quickly fixed her posture.

"N…nothin's wrong! I just decided to change my mind's all!" The bluenette rolled her eyes as she sent her friend a deadpanned look. She now knew very well that Milla wasn't a good liar.

"Milla. You may be a living supergirl, but you're a terrible liar. Just yesterday you couldn't get off of that cloud, even to come inside for bed. Tell me what's wrong." Milla let her face soften as she looked away from the older girl.

"You didn't like the cloud. You said you didn't want to ride it anymore, so I can't ride it either." Bulma sighed as she shook her head, holding her hand against her forehead. Now she understood where she went wrong earlier. She had completely forgot that the saiyan was a very impressionable child, something she had picked up on during their time in the capsule house.

"Milly, you don't have to stop riding the Nimbus just because I don't like riding it." The smaller girl perked up as she looked to her companion. "You don't just stop doing something you like because a friend doesn't want to. It's okay to be different." Milla smiled as she played with the rim of her costume.

It was honestly a relief to hear those words. She didn't like the idea of never flying again. Thinking about it, she should probably apologize to Nimbus later. A thought ran through Milla's head as she let her smile grow. She let go of the fabric as she looked up to Bulma, a determined sparkle visible in her eyes.

"Still, this is something you wanted me to do. I may not like wearing a dress, but it's not something that's gonna hurt me. You tried flying on Nimbus, so it's my turn to try your plan." The heiress nodded her head in acceptance. Before anything else could be said, a cry rang throughout the village.

"Oolong is coming!" cried the chief. "Hide yer children! The terrible shapeshifter is on his way!" The girls' faces hardened as they looked to the exit. Now was the time to put their plan into action.

Milla took a deep breath as she walked outside. She rolled her shoulders once more, hoping to be loose when the battle began. She stood in the middle of the street, waiting for Oolong. A tumbleweed rolled past her as she tapped her foot.

'How long does it take for a shapeshifter that can turn into pretty much anything to get here? I was honestly hoping for a good fight.' The saiyan child yawned as she closed her eyes, unaware of the shadow that covered her.

"Well, well," began a new voice. "What do we have here?" Milla turned to find what looked to be a large red demon in a white tuxedo. "What's a fine young maiden like you doing out here? Could you perhaps be Pochawompa, the maiden I seek?"

Milla took a step back in surprise, not expecting the appearance her opponent would take. The villagers had the right to be scared of the tuxedo wearing creature. He was a huge demon! Her grandpa had always warned her that demons were terrible beings to be around. The very sight of this being drove her to fear, but it also brought about a form of excitement from deep within her.

If what Grandpa Gohan said was true, then she was in for the fight of her life. Taking note of the girl's frightened expression, the demon cleared his throat. "I see that I'm scaring you. Let me try something a little more appealing." As soon as he said that he disappeared into a puff of smoke.

Milla covered her eyes in order to avoid getting debris in them. The smoke finally began to dissipate, revealing a new shadow in its midst. Bulma gasped at the demon's new appearance, hearts forming where her eyes once were. Before the saiyan now stood a prince in shining armor. It was like something out of a fairytale, bringing about a considerable amount of drool from the teen.

She had never seen such a handsome man in her life. His defined manly features, his regal attire, his bold and beautiful eyes. Never had she wanted something so bad as she wanted him. She ran out the door and jumped in his arms, completely throwing the plan out of whack. The prince, presumedly Oolong, looked to the newcomer with widened eyes.

'What!?' thought the man in shock. His jaw slacked downwards as he watched the bluenette approach. 'Where did this gorgeous woman come from?! Where's she been all my life!?' The bluenette suddenly leapt into the creature's arms, forcing him to drop his flowers as he took deep breaths.

"Take me back to your castle handsome!" cried Bulma. "Let me be your queen!" Oolong suddenly had what Milla would describe as a strange smile on his now reddened face.

"Okay!" shouted the shapeshifter. He quickly carried his new queen over to a nearby vehicle, taking off and leaving the town behind. Milla stood in silence, her head down as she processed what just happened. The townsfolk watched on in confusion as the girl began to growl. She pulled the pink cloth off her hair before throwing it to the ground.

"I wore this stupid outfit for nothing!?" roared the girl. "I couldn't even fight in this thing!" Milla ran for the house with her regular clothes, quickly changing out of the accursed dress. She quickly ran after the vehicle, her Power Pole at the ready. She soon caught sight of the vehicle, Bulma clearly visible from the rear view mirror. The saiyan growled as she aimed her weapon at the ground.

"So… you got a name sugar? I assume it's something exotic with how beautiful you are." The bluenette giggled as she held her hands up to her face.

"It's Bulma," replied the heiress. The man tightened his lips as he tried to reign in his surprise. It took everything in his power not to look judgmentally at the girl beside him. He soon felt something deep in him, causing him to pale slightly.

'Crap! I gotta get back before this dame sees the real me!' He cleared his throat as he tried to regain his composure. "That's a nice name. Maybe when we get back we can curl up to a nice movie and…"

Before he could finish, Milla landed on the window of the car. Both occupants screamed in terror as the driver tried to shake the attacker off. The saiyan breathed deeply on the glass, causing moisture to accumulate on it. "Get off ya brat! I already got a winner today!"

"Give back the girls and my friend!" demanded Milla. "If you don't I'll give a whoopin' that'll make my Grandpa proud!" The shapeshifter growled at the intruder, before smirking diabolically. He slammed the breaks, sending the girl flying forward. He took off once more, leaving his opponent to tumble across the ground.

"Milla!" cried Bulma in shock. She growled as she looked to the "prince." "That's it! Stop this thing RIGHT NOW!" The villain erupted in a puff of smoke, transforming into a werewolf.

"I SWEAR IF SOMEONE YELLS AT ME ONE MORE TIME…" began the shapeshifter. He took deep breaths as he tried to regain his composure. He glared at the bluenette with a slight snarl. "You don't have a say in what happens anymore, Princess. You belong to the Mighty Oolong now."

Bulma reached into her pocket, only to find it empty. She cursed at her luck, remembering that she left her pistol back with the villagers. She gulped as she saw the pearly white fangs that her captive bore. She went to open the door, only for the wolfman to increase the speed of the drive. She rolled out the window as much as it would go, the device seemingly broken at the halfway period.

"Milla! Help!" The saiyan girl slowly rose in response to the cry, coughing dust out of her lungs. She watched as the dust cloud of Oolong's vehicle began to disappear with the horizon. She growled as she ran to try and follow the vehicle.

In spite of her ability to chase after running deer, however, she soon found that she just wasn't fast enough to even follow the pace of a car. She came to a stop as the dust continued to kick up. Her eyes narrowed in anger, only to return to form as a thought crossed her mind. She honestly should've thought of this sooner. She took in a deep breath as she turned her head to the sky.

"NIMBUS!" cried the girl. In the blink of an eye the golden cloud swirled down from the sky. It rubbed against its newest rider a few times before stopping before her. Milla leapt onto the magical cumulus, her signature weapon at the ready. "Bulma's in trouble! Go!"

A thunderous rumble emanated from the cloud as it suddenly took off in a burst of speed. The world zoomed past the duo as lightning seemed to form behind Nimbus. A large castle soon came into view, the fortress carrying a dark and gloomy look. Milla patted the top of the cloud, her eyes narrowing in anticipation. "Down there!"

Nimbus did as commanded, spiraling towards the ground much like last time. It came to a screeching halt, a few bolts of electricity hitting the ground below it. The saiyan dismounted her ride, giving it a soft rub. She yipped as a bit of static shocked her, but she quickly recovered as she gave her ride a soft smile. "Thanks for the help Nimbus! I'll call you later!"

The cloud rose into the sky once more, leaving its rider by herself. She turned towards the building as a familiar cry rang out. "BULMA!" Milla wasted no time, pointing the end of her weapon at the drawbridge of the castle. "Power Pole Extend!"

The red staff shot forward at its wielder's command, reaching just the right length to be at the chains of the bridge. With a hardy swing, Milla broke the chains into pieces. The wooden walkway fell to the ground with a mighty thud, shaking the area in its wake. "Oolong! Let Bulma and the girls go or else!"

Silence reigned over the area, not a single animal uttering a breath. The saiyan was about to walk into the building when another thud rocked the area. A huge hand grabbed the side of the entrance, dragging a figure forward. A massive beast with an equally grotesque mouth stood before the girl, glaring down at her. The beast growled as it rubbed its stomach.

"You think you can take my brides from me: the Great and Mighty Oolong!?" asked the monster. "You're just a little girl. I bet you're just jealous that I chose the woman instead of you." Milla spun her staff in her grip, quickly taking a fighting stance.

"I could care less about that Ugly! What did you do with Bulma!?" Oolong chuckled to himself, a red flush appearing on his surprisingly small cheeks.

"You mean the dame? She wouldn't play nice so I had her thrown in the dungeon. She's feisty, but she'll make a great bride once my minions break her." The saiyan's face twisted in rage as she aimed her weapon at the beast. Without so much as a word uttered, the Power Pole extended to strike Oolong in the head.

Milla quickly leapt back as her special weapon returned to form. The villain growled as he rubbed the spot on his forehead. "THAT'S IT! LITTLE GIRL OR NOT, I'M GONNA TEACH YOU SOME MANNERS!" At this declaration he ran at the saiyan, his mouth wide open.

It was clear by this very action that Oolong meant to swallow her whole. Not looking to become monster chow, Milla quickly leapt into the air. She whacked the monster in the top of its cranium with her trusty staff, using the momentum to vault over him. She spun a bit as her opponent continued past her.

"Power Poll Extend!" The wooden weapon did as told, striking Oolong in the rear on during one of the flips. The beast yelped in pain, rubbing his posterior a few times. He quickly turned towards the aggressor, a look of absolute rage on his face.

"HOW DARE YOU SMACK THE BUTT OF…" His roar was cut off as the Power Pole struck him in the cheek. Milla spun the staff around a few more times, repeatedly striking her opponent. The beast snarled at the girl, quickly changing in a puff of smoke. A bull appeared from the debris, his horns pointed forward as he rushed the child.

Milla vaulted over the villain once again, smacking him in the butt once more. She continued to do this as Oolong tried to gore her again and again. She would occasionally smack him in the head if he was unlucky. Tired of this back and forth, Oolong took on his werewolf form. He dodged the next smack as he went in for a punch.

He smirked as he felt the hit connect, looking his opponent in the eye. His own orbs widened as she watched him hold back his attack with an open hand. Milla slightly tossed the Power Pole into the air before decking Oolong in the schnoz. She punched him in the gut twice before grabbing at his leg. She spun the dog man around a few times, earning a scream of terror from him.

She quickly let go, sending the beast flying into a huge rock. He groaned in pain as he slid down the hard surface. Oolong woozily stood to his feet, turning towards the girl in a drunken movement. "Cease this nonsense now or I'll turn into… into a dragon!" This intimidation attempt had the opposite result, much to the wolf man's fear, as Milla's eyes sparkled.

"You can turn into a dragon? Cool! I wanna see." Oolong nearly landed on his head again in disbelief. He didn't expect her to believe his fib.

The villain smirked as a devious thought crossed his mind. All he had to do was transform into a dragon and… He held his gut in utter discomfort, mentally cursing himself. White smoke engulfed the beast. In its place stood a humanoid pig wearing a green military esc outfit. He huffed and puffed out of exhaustion as he looked at his opponent.

"Heh… heh. Roar." An awkward silence filled the air as a breeze blew between them. Milla suddenly disappeared in a burst of speed, a squeal filling the air. Oolong found himself at the mercy of the girl as she wrapped him in a hug.

"Piggy!" The pork in question tried to fight his way out of the girl's grasp, only to wheeze as she squeezed tighter. "Piggy! Piggy! Piggy!" She squeezed his cheeks as he tried to escape.

He squealed as he desperately tried to free himself from her innocent affection. He continued to cry out as the saiyan pulled and squeezed him. Bulma ran out of the castle, a worried look on her face.

"Milla!" shouted the heiress. "I heard a squeal! Are you…" Her words died in her throat as she saw the scene before her. She couldn't help but chuckle as she watched her little friend pull a running Oolong along by his collar.

"Bulma! You're okay! I thought they were torturing ya in the dungeon!" Bulma furrowed her brow as she looked over the saiyan.

"What? Is that what he told you? The only tortures in that building are the spoilt brats this porkchop turned the girls into." Seeming to ignore the last bit of snark, Milla continued to squeeze Oolong in her grasp.

"Can we keep him? Please? I promise I'll take care of him and everything!" She unleashed the puppy eyes, hoping to succeed like the past few times. Oolong looked to the older girl with a pleading look of his own.

"Save me!" cried Oolong in despair. Bulma seemed to contemplate the options, only to grin evilly at the duo. She knew that this would be the ultimate revenge on him for tricking her into falling for him. Plus, 'she just couldn't say no to such a heartfelt request.' In reality her decision was only based off vengeance.

"Sure Milla." replied Bulma. "I think it's a wonderful idea." Milla's eyes lit up with stars as she squeezed Oolong even tighter.

"Yay!" shouted the saiyan. Oolong quaked in fear as he felt his bones nearly pop. He was stuck with a girl who could literally love him to death. This was not what he wanted!

"No!" cried Oolong. When the villagers arrived, they found all the girls Oolong took were actually well taken care of. After a stern scolding the girls quickly returned to normal… for the most part. As per the deal, they gave Bulma and Milla the dragon ball. Only two more mystical orbs to go.

Oolong tried to sneak off a worried look on his face. He was caught by Milla who held him above her head. "Put me down! I will not be carted around like a stuffed animal!" He tried turning into a huge bear, but Milla still held him with ease.

She shook him as she ran for the Flying Nimbus. All the shaking made him turn back to normal, a queasiness hitting his stomach. Milla hopped on the cloud, making sure to keep a good hold on her "new piggy."

"Hold on or else you'll fall off!" shouted Milla. She rubbed the Nimbus, an excited smile on her face. "GO NIMBUS!" Oolong screamed as he did as he was told. Bulma followed along on her bike, hoping to keep up with the duo.

The man with the hatchet watched the group take their leave, Pochawompa by his side. It still seemed so unreal to them, especially how fast the situation was resolved. The young girl looked up to her father with a thoughtful expression.

"Those people were weird Papa," admitted Pochawompa. "I know they saved us from Oolong, but I've never seen anyone like Son Milla. I didn't know girl's could have monkey tails." Her father chuckled in response, waving his finger at her.

"Now, now Pochawompa," scolded the adult. "That's no way to talk about new friends. Sure they may have been different, but no two people on Earth are exactly the same. Imagine if you were the first non-animalistic person a dog-man saw." The child hummed as she rubbed her chin, seeming to contemplate the answer.

"Excuse me," interrupted a new voice. The family turned around to see a robed figure behind them, his head obscured by a hood. "I don't mean to intrude but I couldn't help overhearing something about a girl with a monkey tail. Could you fill me in on that?" The father smiled as he looked to the stranger, rubbing the back of his head.

"You must have just got into town. You missed quite the story there stranger! Would you like to have dinner with the rest of us while I share?" The young man lowered his hood, revealing his short, spiky black hair. He smiled as he took a polite bow.

"I would be delighted to." The boy lifted his head to look at his host, his friendly smile still present. "Please, tell me more about this 'Son Milla.'"

And that's that! I really enjoy expanding and adding to the old chapters. I didn't realize how much I was missing until I actually read through each episode plot. Now that I know how it all works, I'll better be able to write each bit! I especially liked adding more combat into the mix.

Anywho, what did you guys think of the chapter? Did you like the changes made from the original series and the original fanfic? How about that mysterious individual? Let me know what you think and I'll try to answer ASAP! This is Inkaliber, signing out.