Hey guys! It's time to move things forward on this, the third weekend in June. Things are only going to get crazier and crazier from here on. How crazy can they get? You're about to find out… right after some reviews that is!
Fregreg: It's something they could definitely try if they can't complete their original goal. We'll just have to see what happens during the Pilaf incident. In any case, I'm glad you like the chapter! That's definitely a funny idea. I could probably use that as a collection type of story somewhere down the line.
That looks like everyone. It's time to get this journey rolling again! I don't own Dragon Ball in any of its many forms. I do own original characters, concepts, and ideas unless stated otherwise. ACTION!
Voices
"Talking."
'Thinking.'
"YELLING!"
"Author/Guest/High or demonic entity talking. Also, big twist at the end of a section."
"AUTHOR/GUEST/HIGH OR DEMONIC ENTITY YELLING!"
"Whispering."
"Author/Guest/High or demonic entity whispering."
September 10th, Age 749
The sun shined high in the sky as the day was about to pass its halfway point. At the side of the road, a sign that read "Welcome to Fungus Town" stood tall and proud. Yamcha drove past the sign as he kept his eye on the path ahead of him. At this point all of his companions save for Puar and Oolong were fast asleep, Bulma resting her head against the glass of the passenger window. The former bandit was actually rather thankful for this fact as he'd rather not try to deal with her making physical contact with him.
In the bed of the truck, Milla was carefully situated in the midst of some boxes that kept her from sliding as she napped the day away. The two shapeshifters of the group remained awkwardly silent as they tried to get through the ride. There was still a bit of bad blood between them, leaving them wondering what they could even talk about. Oolong hissed lightly as he looked to the environment that passed them by. He finally got up his nerve as he looked to his old target.
"So… you've been a girl this whole time?" questioned the pig. Puar groaned as she rolled her eyes, looking away from her bully. "Hey I'm just asking! If you told me, I would have backed off ya know." The cat frowned as she looked towards Oolong.
"It should be obvious!" cried Puar. "I even went to the girls' bathroom the whole time! Everyone was so focused on my voice that now people keep confusing me for a boy! You always made things worse back then!" Oolong groaned as he shook his head.
"I'm sorry, okay!? I was a different person back then! I'm trying to be better for Milla! In case everything goes wrong, she needs mature adults in her life!" Puar grumbled as she crossed her paws, only for Yamcha to bang the back window and wake up both of the girls.
"Knock it off!" shouted Yamcha. Milla yawned as she rubbed her eyes while Bulma groaned at the sudden awakening. "We're almost to Fungus Town. While I'm getting gas, you guys can split up and look around. You two can be stuck shopping for grocery items the whole time if you can't get along."
The animal duo harrumphed as they looked away from each other, earning a confused look from Milla. They soon arrived in the small town, stopping at the gas station. Milla hopped out of the bed of the truck just as Bulma was exiting from the passenger door. Yamcha was next to get out as he lowered the tailgate for Oolong. The pig descended from the bed of the vehicle while Puar floated into the air.
"You guys take care of whatever we need as far as food and other essentials." Delegated Bulma. "I'm taking Milla shopping. Chichi let her keep that adorable pair of pajamas, but a girl can never have too many clothes. Maybe we'll find a dress you'll actually wear." Milla's eyes widened as she prepared to run back to the truck.
"No!" cried the saiyan. "No dresses!" Bulma reached to grab the smaller teen by the arm, only to accidentally grasp her tail. Milla gasped in shock as she collapsed to her knees, prompting her companion to let go. Everyone in the group looked at her in shock as she looked incredibly shaken.
"Are you alright, Milla!?" cried Oolong. He immediately ran over to the girl, noticing her shocked expression. He rubbed her atop the head before sending a glare Bulma's way. "What the heck did you do!?" The genius quickly held up her hands in defense.
"I was just trying to grab her arm!" cried the bluenette. "I wasn't even squeezing that tightly." Milla slowly stood up as she rubbed her arm, the look of a scolded child plastered on her face.
"I'm okay." Answered the monkey girl. "My tail's just really sensitive. If someone squeezes it, I feel all funny. I've been trying to fix that ever since Grandpa died, but it still doesn't feel good." Yamcha furrowed his brows as he looked down at the bed of his truck.
'If she uses that power the Ox King warned us about, her tail might be the only way for us to stop her rampage.' Thought the former bandit. 'I don't like the idea of exploiting her weakness like that, but it'd save her from doing something she'll regret for the rest of her life.' Bulma took a few deep breaths to regain her composure as she nodded her head.
"I'm sorry, Milla." Apologized the genius. "Come on. I promise I won't make you try any dresses." Milla nodded as she took Bulma's hand, allowing the older girl to lead her away from the group. Puar and Oolong decided to take different types of groceries while Yamcha focused on filling up the gas.
After a few minutes the girls finally found a clothing store to look at. Milla wasn't particularly excited by the establishment, though she kept going for Bulma. Said genius sighed as she looked around the place. "Now this is a girl's natural environment, Milla. Fashion and shopping are two of the most important things culturally for girls, aside from gossip and charming boys."
The saiyan sounded her indifference at the statement, looking around for something to occupy herself with. She suddenly grinned as she saw a shirt with a superhero on the front. She was about to run over that way, only for Bulma to grab her by the wrist again. "Not so fast. The girl's section is that way."
The monkey girl harrumphed like a child as she didn't fight back against the pull. She mainly just watched on in silence as Bulma kept trying on different outfits. She would make a comment every now and again about certain pieces of clothing being pretty, but the whole thing bored Milla. She was happy to try things for Bulma, but there was a limit. She looked to the boys' section again as this time she saw a shirt with a dinosaur on it.
"Why can't I look in the boy area?" questioned the saiyan. "Why keep boy and girl clothes separate?" Bulma turned around while wearing a red sparkly dress and holding a yellow purse on her arm.
"Let's just say some boys try to do naughty stuff with girls' clothes. Rules exist because someone did something to make them necessary." Milla sighed as she looked down at the floor. Realizing the monkey girl's boredom, Bulma quickly thought of an idea. "Why don't you take a turn?"
Milla looked to her friend with a curious frown. "I know you don't like dresses but there's other stuff you can try. If you try on three girly outfits, I'll let you try on one thing from the boys' section. Does that sound fair?" The saiyan finally smiled as she slowly nodded her head.
"Okay. Nothing frilly or tight please." Bulma nodded, glad that she finally got through to the little goober. She quickly set the short girl up with a purple shirt, some gray cargo pants and a pair of black shoes (1). She couldn't help but chuckle as Milla grumbled about the shoes feeling weird, earning a tilted head. "What's so funny?"
"You just… look like you can do anything. Pose for the camera! Do it like this." The saiyan shrugged as she posed, unaware of the reference her outfit was. She was then fitted with a black shirt with a teddy bear logo on it and a regular pair of jean shorts.
"I like this one! It's got a teddy bear on it! It's so cute!" Bulma chuckled, happy for the reminder that the bumpkin had some girlish qualities to her. She soon found something in a different part and sounded her interest.
"Well, this would be nice to have. Try this Milla!" She passed the object over the changing room door. She waited for a bit hoping the monkey girl wouldn't immediately toss it back. Milla sounded her concern in response to the outfit.
"You promise it won't be tight! It looks like it would be." Bulma smiled as she nodded her head.
"It's for swimming. I promise it'll be fine." Milla sighed as she put on the swimsuit. She walked out in a modest green one-piece swimsuit that had sleeves halfway up her biceps and leggings halfway down her calves. The saiyan sighed as she did a few kicks into the air.
"At least I can fight in it. It's only for swimming anyways." Bulma smiled as she nodded her head, watching as Milla turned in her direction in a flash. "Now you promised!" The older teen laughed as she nodded her head.
"Alright. One shirt from the boy's section." Milla cheered as she ran over to that area. She immediately came back with a blue shirt with a rather ornate red and yellow S on the front. The girl seemed gleeful as she bopped up and down a bit.
"This one! This one!" Bulma hummed as she looked over the shirt.
"A Superman shirt? I mean it's still ironic, but they already have Supergirl shirts here." The monkey girl shook her head in denial.
"They all looked too tight." The genius couldn't help but nod once again at that logic. They did seem to be running low on that particular shirt. She hummed as she got an idea. She grabbed some grey sweatpants and some crocks from nearby sections before returning with them.
"Here. Maybe this will be a good outfit for when you're at home relaxing." Milla shrugged at the idea before returning to the changing booth. She had to admit, the sweatpants were comfier than she expected them to be. She walked out of the booth with a surprised smile on her face.
"I actually like this. Not too tight, all flowy, I feel the wind on my belly..." Bulma chuckled at that last point, putting her hands on the saiyan's shoulders.
"And if you want to train but your normal clothes are in the wash, you can train in this." Milla turned to her friend, her eyes widened. "Yep. That's the kind of thing people normally wear when they're going for a job or casually lifting weights, minus the crocs that is." The monkey girl grinned as she jumped for joy.
"Awesome!" The teen girl immediately made up her mind that this one was a keeper as her little friend attempted a few training drills, aiming away from anything she could currently hit. Bulma rubbed the girl's head before walking over to the other changing booth.
"I'm going to get changed back into my regular clothes while I decide what I want to keep. You get changed and wait for me out here." Milla nodded as she rushed back into her designated spot. She was the first to exit as she prepared to wait. Unfortunately, her boredom quickly returned as she heard Bulma mutter about the many different outfits she tried on.
"…ra." Stated a ghostly voice. It sounded like a whisper to Milla, just barely in her hearing range. "Come here…" The voice was much clearer this time, though it sounded odd. Milla abandoned her spot as she followed the voice, Bulma walking out not a moment later.
"Ready to go, Milla?" questioned the genius. It took her all of a second to realize that the monkey girl was no longer present. Bulma looked around, only to see no sign of her friend. "Milla? Where are you?"
The saiyan in question continued to follow the ghostly voice, even crawling under shirt displays at times. She stopped as she came upon a mirror, seeing herself in full. She continued to move forward, only for her tail to be scraped by the metal of the stand. She hissed as she pulled the ligament closer to her. The voice chuckled as she rubbed the offended area.
"You need to keep that tail wrapped, _ra." Stated the phantom voice. Milla didn't know why the voice kept calling her "ra", though it didn't feel wrong. "Someday, you'll be able to keep it around your waist like your father and _." Milla hummed, wondering why the voice stopped. She returned her attention to her tail, allowing it to hang behind her.
She took a moment to think about what the voice was saying, willing the appendage to move around like she normally could. She then willed it to wrap around her waist, almost looking like a furry belt. She smiled as she looked to the mirror.
"I did it Mo…" began the monkey girl. She gasped as the world zoomed out around her. She found herself in a strange building, feeling much smaller like the memory from yesterday. She looked up to see a woman with a brown tail and strange clothes working on something. The woman turned around as if she hadn't heard the declaration.
Milla's eyes widened as the woman's face looked a lot like hers. The resemblance was uncanny to her. The woman gasped as she dropped what appeared to be a cooking tool.
"Oh my gosh!" cried the woman. "My baby's already wrapping her tail!" Milla looked down, noticing that she had the body of a baby, and her tail was already wrapped around her waist. That's when Milla jerked and looked back up at the woman. It all clicked in her mind as the woman was using a strange device to record her.
"M…Momma?" Milla mentally admitted that her baby voice was much squeakier than her present voice. This seemed to be part of the memory as the woman nearly dropped the recording device in shock. "Momma?" The look on her face was priceless as she looked to the other side of the building.
"Bard_! Come here, quick!" Milla frowned, realizing that she was only picking up part of her mother's words. The man from the memory ran into the room, his face blurred as usual. At least she knew "Bard" was part of the man's name and "ra" was part of what she assumed was her name.
The man apparently said something as the woman looked his way. "Look! _ra has wrapped her tail around her waist!" The man quickly blitzed over to look upon the scene. "_s usually don't have the tail muscles to do this when their older."
This bit of information confused Milla greatly. Was she… not human? She wanted to ask what was going on, only for more baby noises to be uttered instead. Before anything else could be said, however, she saw the world zooming in again. She found herself back at the mirror, putting her hands on the surface.
"No! Come back!" Milla slid against the glass as she felt tears begin to form in her eyes. "Please, Momma." She continued to struggle with her emotions as she moved to sit on her rear.
"Milla!?" shouted Bulma in worry. Whenever Milla disappeared, it only meant trouble for everyone else. The genius scoured the store for her little companion. She came to a stop as she neared another set of changing booths. There the monkey girl was. sitting down in front of a mirror.
What worried Bulma was the fact that she was hearing sobs from the girl. "Milla!" She slowly walked over to the saiyan, but accidentally bumped into someone. "Sorry. Excuse me."
The genius was about to continue walking when the person she bumped into grabbed her by the wrist. She turned around to see a man wearing rabbit ears, a trench coat with a rabbit logo on it, brown gloves, and black boots. He looked like an idiot or maybe some kind of mascot.
"Watch where ya goin' little girl!" said the weird man in the costume. Bulma was about to fight her way out of the man's grip, prepared to give him a stern talking to. Those thoughts died when he held up a pistol, keeping it pointed towards the air. "Ya see this? You could have made me pull the trigger and shoot myself!"
Bulma took a step back, only to remember that the man had a hold of her wrist. The man looked her up and down, gaining a grin that made the girl's skin crawl. "You look pretty good. You're comin' wit me, or do ya wanna know what pain I woulda been in?" Bulma jerked a bit, frightened by what the criminal was insinuating.
"Just let me go! I said I'm sorry!" Milla's ear twitched as her sobs stopped, a dark frown appearing on her face. The man tsked as he aimed the gun at Bulma, through trying to sweet-talk her into complying. Bulma felt a scream well up in her throat as the man began to pull her along.
"Power Poll extend!" roared Milla. One of the ends of the weapon crashed into the man, hitting him straight in the nose. The cartilage broke as he released Bulma, being sent flying backwards into one of the store's supporting structures. "Bad time to mess with my friends, ya big bully! I'm not feeling nice right now so yer gonna get a whoopin'!"
People began to run out as Milla hit the villain with her weapon. She then willed it to shrink back to normal size as she rushed the man. He surprisingly dodged as the girl kicked the pillar, putting a crack in it. She then moved to jump after him, her fist reared back. The man screamed as he lifted his arms in some form of defense, only for a gunshot to go off.
Bulma's eyes widened in shock as her gut wretched at the sight. The world seemed to move in slow motion as the bullet hit Milla square in the forehead, a second man wearing the same attire as the criminal grinning as he held a stronger handgun. She couldn't see whether it had penetrated or not as the monkey girl fell facedown onto the floor. The genius screamed in absolute horror as she brought her hands to her mouth. It was like watching her entire world shatter before her.
"MILLA!" shouted Bulma. She tried to run over to her friend, only for the same man that shot the saiyan to grab her by her waist and lift her into the air. "GET YOUR BLEEP! HANDS OFF OF ME! MILLA!" The grunt laughed heartily as he looked to his cowering companion.
"You almost got beat by a brat!" chuckled the brute. "Da boss is gonna dock yer pay!" He proceeded to carry Bulma out of the building as she was screaming and shouting. The more cowardly punk huffed as he adjusted his coat. He walked over to Milla and stomped on her head with his gusto revived.
"That's what ya get when ya mess wit da Rabbit Mob!" shouted the mobster. "Have fun in 'ell, girlie!" He rushed out to follow his companion, missing that the saiyan's fist clenched. Back outside, the gutsy goon was carrying Bulma towards a rather swanky looking car. The ten growled as she dug her nails into his arm.
"Let go of me!" shouted Bulma. She suddenly thought of something as she lifted her leg up. She then brought it back down hard, hitting him below the belt. The man's eyes nearly flew out of his head as he screamed, dropping his catch as he fell to his knees. "Milla!"
Bulma kept running as the man tried to get up, the brute failing as he fell onto his side. She was nearly at the store when the first goon walked out. He growled as he aimed his gun at her, forcing her to stop in her tracks.
"You ain't goin' nowhere girly!" shouted the man. "If yer so eager ta see yer friend again, I'll gladly send ya where she's going!" Bulma growled as she tried to find some way around this predicament. That's when a hammer flew right by her head, hitting the goon in the face. The tool floated midair as it repeatedly hit the man on the head, making him run around as it followed him.
It then suddenly changed directions as it flew towards Bulma. The teen ducked as it disappeared in a puff of smoke, being replaced by a frying pan. She made the right decision as the pan rammed flat first into the second mobster, causing him to fall backwards in another bout of pain. The object turned out to be Puar, the cat turning back as she flew away. The pain filled goon got up as he prepared to shoot the feline.
"Now yer gonna get it!" roared the brute. He was about to fire when Yamcha ran over with his sword, using his sword to cut a deep gash in the villain's arm. The mobster screamed as he dropped his weapon, grabbing at the offended ligament. The first mobster looked over at his partner, growling as he prepared his own weapon. His short bout of bravery ended as a huge robot foot stomped down in front of him.
"Get away from the girl!" shouted the robot. The goon prepared to shoot the machine out of fear, only to be bashed away with a swing of the machine's arm. The mobster hit a wall, slowly sliding down as he groaned. The robot turned into Oolong as he ran over to Bulma, the bluenette looking worse for wear.
"Bulma!" shouted Oolong. "Are you alright? Where's Milla!?" Bulma couldn't hold it together anymore as she felt tears slowly well up in her eyes. She fell to her knees as she wept, being the sign that everyone needed to confirm something terrible had happened.
Oolong felt his rage grow as a fury he had never felt before wracked his body. The second mobster laughed at the group's stunned expressions, causing the hog to turn his way. "WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, I'LL…" Instead of saying it, Oolong decided to show it as a massive cloud of dust blew up around him. Yamcha quickly moved out of the way as a huge shadow loomed over the second man.
"She went down to the might of da Rabbit Mob!" cheered the gutsy goon. "We'll do the same to you if… you… don't…" Only now did the villain realize the shadow over him. He slowly turned around, only to scream as he was met by the appearance of a massive red dragon. The beast's maw glowed yellow as it reared its head back.
Oolong suddenly launched his head forwards as he unleashed a massive torrent of flames on the man. The mobster cried out in agony as the flames burned at his skin. Oolong's low endurance caused the end of the attack as the brute was left scorched beyond belief. The man fell forward as Oolong changed back, hitting the ground with a thud. The pig huffed as he himself fell onto his back.
"No one touches my kid." Yamcha quickly abandoned the downed enemy as he ran for Bulma. He lowered down as he tried to comfort her, only for her to hug him as her sobs continued. The former bandit ignored his fear of women as he tried to comfort the bluenette. Puar suddenly gasped as she flew over.
"Look out!" cried the feline. Yamcha turned his head to see that the first mobster was now standing up, his nose bleeding as he aimed his gun at the group. Yamcha pushed Bulma away for her own safety as he tried to bring up his sword for defense.
"DIE!" cried the criminal. He shot his weapon, hitting Yamcha's blade and sending it flying out of his hand. The reformed bandit had no time to dodge as a second shot was fired. He raised his arms in an attempt to block any vital organs, only for the attack to never arrive. He lowered his arms, only for his eyes to widen in pure horror.
"Bulma!" cried Yamcha. The bluenette cried out in pain as she landed on the ground. It was very clear where the bullet hit, her shoulder bleeding as she clutched it. Yamcha looked up at the mobster, growling as he began to see red himself. He was prepared to use his signature technique on the man, no matter how risky the move would be, only for the door to the store to be slammed open.
Everyone who wasn't in agonizing pain looked over to the shop, only for their eyes to widen in shock. Milla stood in the doorway, the spot where the bullet hit her head only red with irritation. Oolong was the most excited by this news as he found the energy to sit up.
"Milla!" shouted Oolong. "You're alive!" The monkey girl didn't respond to the cries of her friend, her eyes fixated on Bulma's pain filled form. Her fists clenched tightly as she looked to Yamcha.
"Who?" asked Milla. Yamcha gulped under the girls' glare, remembering the Ox King's warning once again. The girl wasn't taking silence for an answer as she took a step forward, the ground beneath her foot cracking slightly. "WHO DID THIS!?" The mobster who started all this suddenly had another bout of bravado as he laughed heartily.
"Looks like my partner didn't kill ya, brat!" stated the man. "Too bad yer friend ain't as bullet proof! I'll finish the job before I take out da rest of yer little groupies!" Milla looked his way, her irises and pupils so small that it honestly freaked the man out. Red sparks began to shoot from her hair as she let loose a roar of fury.
The mobster tried to fire his weapon at her, only for one of the sparks that was forming to arc forward and stop the bullet in its tracks. Milla suddenly rushed at him in a burst of speed, the man running for his life in response. The saiyan was quickly gaining ground as the target of her wrath tried to reach his vehicle. She reached the villain as she grabbed his leg, forcing him to fall forward onto his face. He quickly turned onto his back, only for his pursuer to jump on his chest.
Milla let loose another roar as she crashed her fist into the man's face, shattering a few teeth upon impact. She punched him a few more times, her fists slowly getting bits of blood on them. The man made a last-ditch effort and shot her again, this time being close enough to where the bullet would hit. The girl flipped backwards as the bullet made another red spot on her forehead. She growled as the man reached his car.
"I SVWEAR, WHEN DA BOSSSS 'EARS ABOU' DISS E'LL KILL YA ALL!" roared the man in a broken voice. He then hopped into the vehicle and drove off like a man possessed. Milla was about to give chase when Bulma's moans shocked her back to reality. The lightning stopped as she turned towards the group, her eyes slowly turning back to normal. She suddenly ran over to Bulma, holding her up by her good shoulder and her back.
"Bulma!" cried the monkey girl. "I'm sorry! Please be okay!" Tears began to form in her eyes as Bulma's breathing slowed slightly. Yamcha looked to some of the cowering townsfolk with his own unusual glare.
"Where's the hospital around here!?" shouted Yamcha. "We need a doctor now!" One of the men pointed towards a nearby building. The reformed bandit carefully scooped Bulma up bridal style while Oolong and Puar helped Milla along. Bulma was quickly admitted to the ER, a doctor bowing respectfully to Yamcha.
"We'll do everything we can." Declared the man. "Please wait while we begin the operation." Yamcha had no choice but to nod as the doctor walked back into the emergency room. Over in a nearby waiting area, Milla was sitting still with two bandages over her bullet marks. She was looking at her hands, having washed them recently in the girls' bathroom.
She couldn't help the large amount of guilt coursing through her. If she had just stayed like Bulma told her to, none of this would have happened. Her thought process was cut off as Oolong sat beside her.
"Need a hug?" offered the pig. "Hugging always makes you feel better." Milla shook her head in denial as she looked away from Oolong.
"No." answered the saiyan. She heard him get up as he walked across the floor. He took the seat that was now in her gaze as he held out his arms.
"I know you want one." Milla harrumphed as she looked away. Oolong continued this movement as he went back and forth in her sight. He was trying to make her feel better and it definitely was NOT working. Milla grumbled as she looked forward.
"No! I don't want to get anyone else hurt." Oolong frowned as she stood in front of her.
"You didn't hurt any of us! Now come on! Piggy wants a hug." The saiyan stood up as she tried to walk away. Oolong tried to get in her way again, though she quickly turned around and crossed her arms.
"Milla doesn't wanna hurt piggy." Oolong sighed as he looked down. He was never the best with kids, and now it was really showing. He didn't even know what to do at this point. The duo heard footsteps nearby, causing them to turn around. Yamcha walked over to them with a strained smile.
"Well, they're starting the operation now." Revealed Yamcha. "Sounds like everything should be okay." Oolong sighed in relief while Milla looked away with a sigh. "What's going on here?" Oolong quickly pointed towards Milla with an exasperated look.
"She's been sulking this whole time." Revealed the shapeshifting pig. "She's got some crazy idea that all of this is her fault." Milla looked towards him with a small growl.
"It is my fault!" cried the saiyan. "Bulma's hurt because of me!" Realizing that the duo jerked at her outcry, Milla couldn't help but look away once more. Oolong gestured towards her in a "you see!?" manner. Yamcha sighed as he walked into her field of view.
"Alright." Began the reformed bandit. "Why don't you tell me what happened? Then we can talk about whether it was actually your fault or not." Milla seemed to contemplate this offer as she looked to her feet. She sighed as she rubbed her tail in her hands.
"In da store, Bulma told me to stay put while she changed back to her normal clothes. I tried to stay still, but I got bored. Then I heard a ghost voice calling for someone with 'ra' in their name. I followed it to a mirror when I hurt my tail. The voice told me that I needed to learn to warp my tail around my waist like my fa…fa… daddy and someone else could."
Yamcha and Oolong's eyes widened, realizing that this might have been a memory. Unaware of her friends' expressions, Milla continued. "I ended up being able to do it, and suddenly I was in a strange house as a baby. I looked around a bit then saw a lady turning around. She looked a lot like what I did in the mirror, only taller and older."
Milla finally looked up as her companions fixed their expressions to calmer ones. "I think she was my mommy. She called my daddy in, though I could only make out that part of his name was 'Bard'. They were talking like there were more like us, and that me being able to wrap my tail was not normal. Before anything else happened, it all ended.
I broke down as I tried to get the memory back. That's the first time I ever remembered what my momma looked like. Then I heard Bulma screaming and attacked the bully who was being mean to her. I blacked out when there was a big bang. The moment I wake up, I go outside to find Bulma hurt.
I don't remember much after asking who hurt her, 'cept for hearing Bulma moan. Then everything else happened." Oolong and Yamcha nodded to each other, fully understanding the gravity of the situation. "If I had just did what Bulma told me to, none of this would have happened." Yamcha frowned as he carefully moved her chin up to look at him.
"Now listen here, kid. No one could have known that these Rabbit Mob guys were at the store today. Bulma's not hurt because of you! She hurt herself trying to save me. If anything, I'm surprised you're not mad at me." Milla's eyes widened as she shook her head.
"But you didn't hurt her! She saved you from those meanies." Yamcha nodded as he smiled, lowering down to where he was at eye level with the saiyan.
"And you saved us in the end. You may be a 12-year-old, but you're still just a kid. You can't help it when you get bored. Plus, you probably needed to get that memory back in the first place." Milla shook her head in denial rather quickly.
"I wouldn't 've followed the voice if I knew this would happen. I'm too dangerous for you guys to be around. It's my fault we get in these situations all the time. I got Grandpa killed and now Bulma's injured."
"Milla, your curiosity doesn't make you dangerous. It makes you who you are. You have a strong heart and an even greater will to help others. You've changed all of our lives for the better. Look at me.
I was a bandit living off other people's suffering before you came along. My point is that a little danger isn't going to stop us from seeing this quest of ours through." Milla couldn't help but smile as the former bandit ruffled her already messy hair.
"Yamcha's absolutely right." Agreed Oolong. "We're with ya 'til the end of the line." Milla looked Oolong's way, feeling a bit better. It felt nice to have everyone with her. The moment was interrupted as Puar quickly flew into the room.
"We've got a problem!" squealed the feline. The trio looked at each other before rushing to follow Puar. They found themselves at the police station, surprised to see that the burnt goon was still alive and kicking. He was being tended to by the prison nurse in his cell, glaring daggers at the group. The chief of police looked to the group with a concerned frown.
"While we appreciate the work you did driving the Rabbit Mob off, I'm afraid you only made things worse." Informed the man. "Our friend here tells me that his partner escaped. He'll surely return with their master, Monster Carrot. No one has ever lived when he confronts them, and now I'm worried that he'll start a mass genocide if things aren't made right." Yamcha frowned as he crossed his arms.
"Made right?" questioned the former thief. "What exactly did you have in mind?" The chief sighed as he shook his head.
"The only thing I can do. I'll have to release this man and arrest your group." The groups' eyes widened in shock at this news. "Hopefully with you behind bars and an increase in protectorate money, they'll let this blow over." Milla growled as she shook her head.
"That's wrong!" cried the girl. "They're the bad guys! We were just defendin' ourselves! Grandpa always told me da police were the good guys!" The old man sighed as he looked down at the saiyan.
"Do you think I have a choice? Monster Carrot is on his way right now. Once we appease him, I'll let you go after a few days. There's nothing else I can do." Milla shook her head in denial, fighting her way past the others.
"We can stop him! We've beaten plenty of bad guys before." The officer growled as he pointed towards her.
"Don't even joke about that, child. He has some strange magic that we don't even know about. Anyone who dares confront him directly at his base is never seen again. How could you even beat him when you don't know what his magic is?" Yamcha hummed as he looked to the burnt goon, the nurse leaving the cell.
"I bet crispy here knows what the magic is." Began the former bandit. "Why don't we ask him?" The goon growled as he shook his head.
"I ain't no snitch!" roared the man. "When da boss gets here, no money can save ya! After what you freaks did to Jimmy and me, dere's gonna be no survivors! Well, 'cept maybe a few women to have fun with." Yamcha growled as he pounded the bars, only for Oolong to hold up his hoofed hand.
"Leave it to me and Puar." Stated the pig. Puar looked surprised by her inclusion, only for the pig to whisper something in her ear. Her face became serious as she nodded her head. The duo approached the closed cell, looking towards the police chief. "I mean, we have the right to try if you're gonna arrest us in the end."
The man sighed as he opened the cell, allowing the two animals inside. "Hey there pal. Looks like a nasty sun burn ya got there. Definitely should have used more sunscreen." The goon growled as he gestured one of his free fingers towards the pig.
"You turned into a dragon and set me on fire!" shouted the mobster. "I ain't got nothin' ta say to you!" Oolong slowly moved his hands back and forth in a calming manner.
"Chill! That's all in the past. We just have a few questions. Like… what's your boss's secret magic?" The goon spat at Oolong' nearly missing his foot.
"Go ta 'ell! It'll save Monster Carrot da trouble!" Oolong smirked as he nodded towards Puar.
"Suit yourself. Looks like we gotta do this the hard way." The shapeshifting duo turned into snakes, shocking both the prisoner and the police chief. "Behold, the black mamba. One of the deadliest snakes in the world."
The mobster shook a bit, sweating through his burnt pores. The two serpents slithered up his form, soon reaching his neck. "One bite from a black mamba has the potential to kill a man. How long will you last with two." The police chief looked like he wanted to object as the two serpents prepared to strike at the man.
"Stop this right now!" cried the chief. "If you kill him, it'll make things…" Yamcha held up his hand to interrupt the officer as the mobster let out a cry of fear.
"I'll talk!" cried the mobster. The two snakes remained poised to strike, a sign that he should speak quickly. "If he touches you with his hands, he can turn you into a carrot. Once he turns someone into a carrot, he eats them to make the problem disappear. Only his touch can turn you back to normal."
Milla sounded her disgust at the truth, not liking the fact that some carrot guy was eating people. The goon squinted his eyes as he tried to look away from the serpents. "That's all I know! Now please, don't bite me!" The two serpents slithered off the man, Puar looking back at him.
"Thank you!" cheered the second serpent. The duo slithered out of the cell before turning back to normal. The police chief was baffled as Oolong patted his hoofed hands together.
"Problem solved." stated the pig. "Now we know what he can do." Yamcha shook his head in denial.
"You're forgetting one thing." Informed the former bandit. "We still don't know what to do about this guy if we can't touch him." Oolong shook his head in response to this point.
"Well, I'll just find the perfect moment to turn into a dragon and blaze him. Milla could also do that blue beam thing the old man did from what you guys told me. Between that and packing some guns, we should be set. With all of this, we should be able to take him down." Milla grinned as she gestured to the Power Pole on her back.
"Plus, I've got the Power Pole." Added the Saiyan. "That's plenty of stuff to hit him from far away with." Yamcha hummed as he nodded his head.
"Alright." Continued the former bandit. "Next question. How do we keep him from reaching us? He and his crony are bound to make it hard for us to keep the focus on him." Milla raised her hand as she got an idea.
Yamcha chuckled as he shook his head. "Yes, Milla?" The monkey girl lowered her hand with a smile.
"We make the environ…envi… What's that word that's big for stuff in the area?" Puar decided to pop up as she knew the word.
"Environment?" questioned the cat. "You're saying we make the environment work in our favor?" Milla grinned as she pointed to her floating friend.
"Yeah! All we have to do is make it where they're forced to fight us from far away. If his buddy runs forward to try and stop us, then I'll beat him up. Then he'll be all alone." Yamcha grinned as he nodded his head.
"Sounds like we've got a plan." Stated the desert dweller. He turned to the police chief with a frown. "Can we count on you to at least help us get set up? This is your town, so the least you could do is help us here." The man rubbed his chin in thought.
"Well… if you can really do this, then we'll help with your little set up." Agreed the chief. "I won't be risking my men to the Rabbit Mob." One of the officers in the back leaned towards another cop with a deadpanned look.
"More like he's too scared of a rabbit to actually let us do our jobs." Whispered the cop. He and his buddy chuckled to each other, enjoying the joke. The chief, who heard this jab at him, did not as he turned towards them.
"I heard that!" The two officers jolted to attention at the man's cry. "Just for that, you'll be helping them with any heavy lifting. Note I'm not paying you for it!" The two men sighed in disappointment, slouching forward. The group soon began working on their little set up, Milla setting up what looked like some kind of childish tower.
This structure confused a lot of people, some of them claiming that it was some kind of craft. The police made people move their vehicles into certain positions, promising compensation should any of their property be damaged. Yamcha was in the midst of preparing one of his own guns when he noticed Oolong walking by with a rather vulgar magazine.
"Dude!" cried the reformed man. "Seriously!? You're doing that now!? Where Milla could see it!?" The pig grinned as he grabbed some scissors and some glue.
"Oh trust me." Reassured Oolong. "It's not for me." Yamcha shivered at the thought of whatever Oolong had planned as he went back to work on his own preparations. Hours passed as the set up was nearly complete. All movement stopped as the sound of a fast approaching vehicle caught their attention, followed by a strange honk that sounded like a dying animal.
"It's them!" cried the police chief. "Every man for himself! Abandon your women!" The people ran to hide from the fight, the chief locking himself up in his office. The goon that was locked up laughed as he pointed one of his unbandaged fingers towards the room his main captor fled to.
Yamcha prepared his weapon as Milla stood on top of a nearby car. They watched as a fancy looking white limo with a logo depicting a cartoon rabbit with a rifle in its paws approached the town. It came to a stop as it cut off the entrance to the town. The goon that started this whole mess stepped out from the driver side, his wounds still present on his face. He quickly ran to a door facing the town on the back, opening it as soon as he arrived.
A humanoid white bunny exited the vehicle, wearing what had to be the goofiest outfits Milla had ever seen. He was wearing a pair of black sunglasses; a robe that was green in the center with multiple red dots, a big circle with the kanji for "rabbit" inside, a huge collar that was pink on the inside, and purple sleeves that were red at the ends; purple gi pants; pink socks; and black slip on shoes. Normally Milla would be ecstatic about meeting a bunny, though the way he dressed and what she's heard about him are enough for her to steel her resolve. The rabbit man looked among the parked cars before settling his sights on the group before him. He slowly began to walk forward as he flashed a smirk their way.
"How do you do?" asked the rabbit. "It seems like there's been a bit of a misunderstanding here. Let my subordinate go and let's talk this out like civilized people. What do ya say?" The rabbit man stretched out his hand, only for Yamcha to laugh at the offer.
"We got your grunt to tell us about your magic touch!" called out the desert dweller. "If you think you're gonna turn anyone into a carrot and eat them, you've got another thing coming! You only have two choices now. You can either surrender or leave this town and never return!" Monster Carrot growled as he retracted his outstretched hand.
"Thought I had you there. Looks like we're settling this the old fashioned way." The man reached behind himself, only to pull out two automatic rifles. "Smoke them!" The group soon moved to cover positions as the villain and his crony began to shoot at them.
Car alarms went off as the bullets flew through the air, Milla covering her ears from all the noise. She tried to compose herself as she sat up, apparently waiting for something. Monster Carrot looked to his goon with a nod. "Get one of them close enough so that I can use my magic!" The human nodded as he saluted the rabbit man.
"Yes boss!" shouted the mobster. He quickly ran for Yamcha, expecting him to be the easiest to grab. Milla grinned as she saw the guy approach a childishly marked "X" on the ground. She quickly pulled out the Power Pole, aiming it towards the stack of objects she made. She braced herself just as the man stepped on the X.
"Power Pole, extend!" cried the saiyan. The staff did as ordered, striking the box on the bottom. "Retract!" The weapon did as told, allowing the structure to sway a bit. The goon looked up too late as the boxes began falling towards him.
The man screamed in fear as he hopped backwards, the boxes landing in a scattered position around him. He walked around in order to find his opponents, his gun at the ready. His eyes widened when he saw a woman in a two piece bikini sitting on a bench. She was looking off into the distance, seemingly unaware of his presence. Hearts formed in his eyes as blood began to rush to his head.
"HELLO THERE~!" The man quickly ran towards the woman, wanting to be with her. He was surprised when she and the air around her shattered like a pane of glass. She was quickly revealed to be a picture in between two large pieces of glass, being torn apart by the shattering objects. The goon screamed in pain as he found several shards of glass littering his skin.
He took a few steps back, only to bump into something. He slowly turned around as a massive bull was staring him in the face. He groaned as he slumped forwards. "I hate you." He screamed in fear this time as the bull chased him around the makeshift maze, its horns ready to skewer him.
He rounded a corner in order to try and escape the bull, only for a flying machete to come his way. He ran the other way, somehow avoiding both beast and blade. He turned around in preparation to shoot them, only for Yamcha to use his sword and cut the gun in half. He then sheathed his weapon as he prepared his signature attack.
"Wolf Fang Fist!" roared Yamcha. He struck the goon time and time again, pushing glass deeper and deeper into the villain's skin. He then performed the finishing strike, the wolf moniker once again forming behind him. The mobster was sent flying backwards, crashing into Monster Carrot.
The two rolled back the way they came, crashing into their limo. Monster Carrot groaned as he tried to push himself up. He heard a groaning as he looked down, surprised to see that he was touching his subordinate.
"Boss?" questioned the man. In a puff of smoke, the goon was replaced by a carrot that still had pieces of shrapnel in its front. Monster Carrot looked to the group with a raised brow.
"I'm impressed." stated Monster Carrot. "You've taken out both of my men and have avoided my touch. I'm not one to throw talent to the wind." He walked forward. "If you join me, you can be the richest people on the planet."
He slowly walked forward as he looked around the area once again. "Think about it." He noticed Milla was out in the open as she was prepared to use the Power Pole again. "All you could ever want in the palm of your hand. Money, gold, the best cuisines and all for you."
Milla growled as she spun her staff around a bit of the red lightning forming in her hair once more. This honestly scared the others as they remembered the last time this happened. She seemed to have more control this time, however, as the sparks faded as soon as they appeared.
"Your friends attack us, one of them puts Bulma in the hospital, and you eat people you turned into carrots." Growled the saiyan. "There's no way I'd ever work with a bully like you!" She aimed her weapon at the rabbit man, causing him to jerk in response. "Power Pole, Extend!" The pole did as instructed, crashing into the villainous mob boss and sending him once again crashing into the limo.
He ended up touching his goon again, causing him to turn back. The human remained passed out on the ground. Monster Carrot growled as he stood up.
"Fine then. Guess I'll have to bring out the big guns." He opened the door to his limo, immediately jumping in. Milla retracted the Power Pole as she tilted her head. She joined everyone in widening her eyes as the rabbit man came back with a grenade launcher.
"Take cover!" cried Yamcha. The rabbit fired the weapon at the group, forcing them to find the closest potential safe point. The armament hit the ground, exploding in under a few seconds. The makeshift maze was blown away as a few more grenades were fired. Milla quickly attempted to charge up the Kamehameha as Monster Carrot tried to reload the grenade launcher.
"Why does this take so long to reload? They really should make a launcher with better loading mechanics." Milla took a deep breath as she held her hands back to begin the charging.
"Ka…me…ha…me…" began the monkey girl. Monster Carrot finally finished reloading his weapon, preparing to fire once again. Milla hopped out from her hiding spot as she threw her attack forward. "HA!" The beam soared towards its target, the villain gawking at the attack.
He squealed like the rabbit he was and threw the grenade launcher at the move. He was forced to follow the others' example in finding a place to hide as the Kamehameha caused the weapon to explode, creating a huge dust cloud. Milla huffed and puffed as she allowed her stamina to recover. The dust began to subtle as she tried to keep an eye on the area around her. She felt the hairs on the back of her head stand up as a form of sixth sense told her someone was behind her.
"Got you." Milla slowly turned around as Monster Carrot was reaching out to touch her. She couldn't move as the menacing aura of the monster filled her with dread. Before his hand could connect, however, a bird flew in the way. Milla's eye widened as the avian gave her an apologetic look, only to turn back into Oolong in front of her.
"Oolong!" She watched as the pig turned into a carrot. Monster Carrot held Oolong above his head. He laughed to himself as he waved the carrot around, even Puar looking devastated.
"This will be the fate of all who oppose me!" Milla watched in horror as the rabbit man opened his mouth with Oolong hung over his head. He was about to eat her friend, her Piggie. While she was terrified by the event, her nerves were giving way to anger. She didn't even notice Puar flying over as a knife while Yamcha was running over with his sword in hand.
The world seemed to shatter as Monster Carrot let go of his prisoner. Milla's eyes went completely white as something changed in her. She suddenly rushed forward, tackling the rabbit man away as the carrot fell onto the ground. The mob boss found this as an opportunity to get in another take down, only for the sound of zapping to catch his attention. The Saiyan suddenly let loose a roar as her body began producing a huge amount of red electricity.
Monster Carrot screamed in pain as the lightning zapped him, sending him flying backwards. Milla continued her assault as she rushed after the villain. She began kicking and punching at him like combat was in her blood. At one point the villain landed on the ground, his fur becoming black with soot as other parts of him were burning. He tried to crawl away, only for Milla to rush over and wrap her tail around his ankle.
"GET OVER HERE!" roared the saiyan in a monstrous tone. The others quickly moved out of the way as their friend approached, her electricity being frightening to them. The girl then spun to lob the rabbit man over towards the carrot Oolong currently was forced to be. She then grabbed his head as she kept thee villain's eyes on the vegetable. "CHANGE… HIM… BACK!"
Monster Carrot screamed as he repeatedly tapped the carrot. In a puff Oolong was back to being his normal self, more awake than the passed out goon. The pig looked grateful for the change, only to squeal as he shuffled away from the furious child before him.
"M…Milla?" questioned the pig. "I…it's okay now. I'm back… I…." The monkey girl wasn't hearing any of it as her lightning was still flowing. Monster Carrot cried like a scolded child as he tried to fight his way out of her grasp.
"I did what you asked!" declared the mob boss. "Just let me go!" He tried to use his magic on the girl, only for her lightning to subconsciously make a shocking shield around the offended area. Milla suddenly began to spin in place, practically choking her enemy by his overly large collar. She then threw him high into the air as she slowly bent over.
"KID!" cried Yamcha. "That's enough!" He had to find some way to stop what was about to happen, having a feeling that this would result in a loss of the girl's humanity. He needed to reach her tail, but the lighting around her was a rather effective deterrent. Said red electricity began to converge near her mouth as she prepared some kind of finishing move.
She pointed her head up to the villain as the lightning became a red orb of chaotic energy. At this point Monster Carrot was making promises he wouldn't keep to whoever was listening on the other side. Milla nearly fired her attack when a door was suddenly slammed open.
"Milla!" cried a familiar voice. The saiyan's attack immediately died as the lightning returned to a defensive position around her. She slowly turned towards the owner of the voice, only to find Bulma standing near the hospital door in a hospital gown on and an IV in her elbow. She even had some bandaging wrapped over the area in which she got shot. A few doctors ran out to try and get her to come back inside.
"Mam!" cried one of the medical staff. "You're still healing!" Bulma ignored them as she stood at the edge of the concrete.
"It's going to be okay. I'm okay now. Please just stop. What would Grandpa Gohan do?" Milla seemed to contemplate this as she let the now unconscious Monster Carrot land on the ground.
She felt something inside her fight this coming calm as a snarl escaped her throat. She grabbed at the sides of her head as her anger tried to rise yet again. She roared into the sky as her lightning began to go into overdrive. She had to get a grip on herself. She had to…
Milla gasped as a familiar sensation overtook her, her pupils and irises returning. This sudden sensation mixed with all of the energy she had just expended forced her to fall forward, passing out. Yamcha huffed multiple times as he kept a firm yet gentle grip on the monkey girl's tail. Once the lightning finally stopped, he released the furry appendage. Everyone began to breathe a sigh of relief, only for the door to the police office to burst open.
"We've got him now!" cried the police chief. "Cuff him, boys!" A few officers ran over to Monster Carrot, slapping handcuffs on him and forcing mitts onto his hands. "And that's another win for the police! Rest assured that, under my guidance, this city will never have to deal with the Rabbit Mob again!"
Whereas everyone would be celebrating, the actual heroes and Bulma sent a deadpanned look towards the police chief. He ignored this glare as he gestured to them. "And of course we can't forget the brave fools who bought time for us! If they don't pay for all the damages, this would have been for not!" Now everyone was sending the man some form of glare, Puar clearing her throat.
"I think I speak for all of us when I say… GET THAT GREDDY COWARD!" cried the feline. She led the townsfolk into a chase after the police chief while the others tended to the unconscious saiyan of the group. The two cops who were joking about the chief earlier just stood by with their colleagues as they watched the scene unfold.
"Shouldn't we do something?" asked the cop who originally joked about their boss's cheapness. "He is our chief." His companion shook his head in denial.
"Nope."
Milla groaned as she heard beeping around her. She slowly opened her eyes as she tried to see what was going on. From what she could tell, she was in a hospital bed. This, accompanied by the gown she was wearing, was all she needed to know that she was definitely in a hospital. The saiyan clutched her head, a slight headache coming on.
She couldn't remember much after seeing Oolong turn into a carrot. She only remembered hearing Bulma calling out to her and feeling very angry. Her thoughts were cut off as she heard a moan at her side. She turned towards the origin of the noise, smiling as she saw Bulma sleeping while leaning on an equally drowsy Yamcha's shoulder. She giggled as the duo looked naturally at peace.
This giggle was enough to stir the duo. They slowly opened their eyes, their heads turned to where they would see each other. The older teens suddenly gasped as they moved apart, both red in the face. Milla couldn't help but laugh at the duo, causing them to frown her way. Their expressions changed from anger to a mix of relief and glee as they immediately stood up.
"Milla!" cried Bulma. She hugged the little Saiyan as best as she could, earning a careful embrace in return. She let go with a big smile on her face. "You're okay!" Milla frowned as she noticed that the bandaging was still on Bulma's shoulder.
"I wish I could say the same about you." Stated the monkey girl. "You're hurt." Bulma chuckled as she looked to the area.
"Miraculously, it's actually the best case scenario. The doctors said that I was lucky the bullet didn't hit anywhere important. I'll have to take a bit of therapy to recover, but it's better than having to lose a limb or not waking up. With modern medicine and a bit of time, we should be able to leave in the morning." Yamcha crossed his arms as he nodded to the saiyan.
"That's if the doctors give both of you a clean bill of health." Reminded the former bandit. "You gave us quite a scare when you passed out, Milla. Do you remember anything about the fight? Anything at all?" Milla hummed as she rubbed her chin.
"I remember everything up until Oolong got turned into a carrot." Revealed the monkey girl. "Then I remember getting mad and hearing Bulma… WAIT! WHERE'S OOLONG!?" Bulma and Yamcha smiled at each other before returning their attention to their little friend.
"He and Puar went to grab some extra supplies for when we get to leave. They should be back soon." Bulma rubbed the monkey girl atop her head in an attempt to ease her mind. Milla whined playfully as she tried to remove the genius's hand. The door to her room burst open as a cart full of food was being pushed in.
"You seriously want her to eat that nasty hospital food?" questioned Oolong. A doctor was trying to stop him and Puar from bringing their haul into the room, looking rather peeved by them. "Trust me. You'll be thanking us when you see how much this girl can actually eat. Even if it's terrible, she'll eat you out of stock and leave you scrambling to find new food to feed the other patients."
Milla drooled at the sight of the huge meal before her, a wonderful breakfast in her mind. Puar flew alongside the cart with a bag that held drinks in her paws. The two anthropomorphic animals looked at the group, gasping as they saw their newly awakened friend.
"Milla!" cried the shapeshifting duo. Oolong immediately ran over to wrap the girl in a hug while Puar immediately curled up in her lap. The saiyan couldn't help but giggle as she rubbed the cat upon her head. Upon being released from their grip, the saiyan would go on to show the doctor how right Oolong was.
It took a day for the girls to be released from the hospital. Bulma would be forced to keep bandaging on her shoulder and a cast on her arm to keep her from pulling the stitches. It would be annoying to deal with, but she could live with it. The group used the rest of the morning to gather any last minute supplies, Bulma going ahead and buying Milla the outfits she liked. Once that was done, the group set out on the road.
Yamcha actually found himself able to keep his cool as Bulma made small talk every now and again. It seemed that everything was going well for the group. All that changed when Yamcha noticed someone standing in the middle of the road. He was forced to hit the brakes, holding his arm defensively in front of Bulma.
"Hang on!" shouted Yamcha. The vehicle screeched to a halt as the group in the truck bed had to hold on to the sides of the vehicle. The former bandit growled as he lowered the driver side window. "Get out of the road!" He shook his fist at the idiot, only for his eyes to widen.
It was the ninja dog from a few nights ago, smirking evilly at the duo. Yamcha did his best to roll up the window as he set the truck back into drive. His efforts were in vain, however, as a small disc was lobbed into the vehicle. "Oh sh…" His words were cut off as a purple mist was released from the device.
"What's… going…?" questioned Bulma. Her request was caught off as she began to feel incredibly tired. Both she and Yamcha fell over, the former bandit's head causing the horn to sound off.
"Yamcha!" cried Puar. The cat was about to fly over when a dart hit her in the side. Milla and Oolong had darts shot into them as well. The trio began to feel groggy as they too were forced into a slumber. Mai soon ran over with a gas mask and two guns strapped to her back.
"GO-GO-GO!" cried the woman. Shu also threw on a gas mask as they raided the vehicle. They quickly searched around, eventually finding Bulma's bag. They pulled the Dragon Balls from the sack, stuffing them in their own. Oolong remained awake long enough to see this happening lumbering over to the other side of the truck bed.
"No… you… don't…" grumbled the pig. Mai ran by with the bag, only for Oolong to grab her by her shoulder. She screamed as she hit him with the bag, causing him to fall backwards. What she did not know was that the Four Star ball slipped out of the bag, landing in Oolong's overalls pocket. Shu, who was in the midst of setting up a new time bomb, became distracted as he looked towards his colleague.
"Everything alright?" questioned the dog. "I thought the darts were supposed to…" The woman sent him a glare, causing him to lose track of the bomb.
"Just hurry up!" cried Mai. "We need to get out of here!" Shu nodded as he placed the object. Unfortunately he didn't look to see that the bomb didn't stick, landing on his tail as he rushed to follow his partner. Once they were far enough away, they breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mission accomplished! If they wake up early, they'll be finished by the bomb." The duo shared an evil laugh proud of their work. Their celebration was cut off as a beeping noise cut through the air. They looked around in an attempt to find the origin of the noise, only to turn up short.
"What's that noise?" Shu hummed as he turned around, showing his back to Mai. She suddenly gasped as she saw the bomb stuck to his tail.
"What!" Shu turned towards his companion, noticing her frightened expression. "What's going… Bomb stuck to me?" She slowly nodded her head in response.
"Yep." Shu nodded as he realized the situation. He quickly ran away from the area, moving closer to a nearby rock. An explosion caused the rock to break apart, as well as some purple cloths that were now burning. Shu slowly walked back over, only his pants, shoes, and the scabbard that holds his katana remaining form his outfit as his fur was burnt.
"I've had it with all these explosions! Let's just get back to base before something else happens!" Mai nodded her head as she readjusted the bag with the Dragon Balls they stole.
"Good idea!" The duo quickly ran away, leaving the truck behind. Back at said vehicle, Yamcha's foot slid onto the gas, the weight of it forcing the pedal downwards. The truck took off along the road, veering to the side. It then crashed into a large rock, sending the occupants in the tuck bed flying out onto the ground.
And that's all for this chapter! Before I say anything else, the grenade launcher is a reference to Team Fortress 2, hence the joke about reloading. Anyway, Milla shows off the power the Ox King warned the group about. She first does it to attack the goon that shot Bulma. Then she shows off the monstrous side of it as she totally destroys Monster Carrot for turning Oolong into a carrot.
A much bigger detail to take note of, however, is that Milla now remembers what her mother looks like. She also has a part of her original name to remember. Things are definitely growing at a steady pace, and it'll only get crazier from here. Only time will tell when Milla will fully remember her identity as Keira. I greatly hope that it'll be worth the wait when it does happen.
Anywho, what do you think about this chapter? Did you like the changes from the original episode? How about Milla's memory coming back and relearning how to wrap her tail around her waist? Let me know what you think in a review down below, and I'll try to get back to you ASAP. This is Inkaliber, signing out.
(1) My attempt at a Kim Possible outfit. More as a reference and joke than something Milla will actually wear.