Monaito's House, New Vegeta, Age 737 Monday December 4th 1988
Bulma found herself snooping around Monaito's new house, her curiosity getting the better of her. As she explored, her attention was immediately captured by two dragon balls lying in a briefcase that was open against the wall. The mystical orbs emitted a captivating aura, tempting her to investigate further.
Suddenly, Monaito appeared behind her, placing a hand on Bulma's shoulder. Caught off guard, she let out a small scream before quickly composing herself. Monaito, with a calm demeanor, questioned her, "Why are you drawn to my dragon balls? Perhaps a wish?"
Bulma furrowed her brow, puzzled by Monaito's statement. "Wish? I have this," she responded, reaching into her backpack and pulling out the two-star dragon ball. She held it up for Monaito to see, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. "So you have one of the guardian's dragon balls. It would be an adventure to gather them all! Once you get them all you can summon a dragon that can grant your wish." said Monaito leaning on his wooden cane.
The prospect of summoning a dragon to grant her wish ignited a spark of excitement within her. She carefully listened to his advice, considering the challenges and dangers they might encounter along the way.
Just as they were contemplating their next move, a voice suddenly echoed in their minds, revealing itself as Kami, the Earth's guardian. "This is Kami, the earth's guardian. My evil half king piccolo has gone in search of the dragon balls in hope to make a wish for dio or for himself! He is very ruthless. He will destroy anyone who gets in his path. He has aid from his children, tambourine, drum, Ukulele, Piano and Cymbal in hopes of making the search quicker. Come to look out so I can give you aid. It is currently hovering over Boise national park in Idaho in the clouds."
While Kami spoke, Bulma instinctively tinkered with a radar she had recently created. She aimed it at the two-star dragon ball in her possession, adjusting the knobs until the electromagnetic pulses registered on the screen. The radar emitted a series of beeps, indicating a successful connection. Bulma continued to click the top of the device, causing the radar's display to shrink.
As the screen came to life, a detailed map with roads appeared, highlighting their location and potential paths to follow. Bulma and Monaito exchanged glances, their eyes brimming with excitement and determination. They were thrilled to see a small dot representing the two-star dragon ball appearing before them on the map. Bulma couldn't contain her joy and let out a cheer, celebrating her successful accomplishment.
After her moment of triumph, Bulma turned her attention to Monaito, the wise old Namekian who had been guiding her. She advised him to hide the briefcase containing the dragon balls, fearing that King Piccolo might mistake it for part of his own set of dragon balls. Monaito nodded in agreement and swiftly closed the briefcase, revealing the Speedwagon Foundation logo etched on its surface. He carefully slid the briefcase behind a bookcase, ensuring it remained concealed and safe from prying eyes.
Realizing that their journey ahead would be arduous and demanding, Monaito asked Bulma if she had any friends or crushes who could assist them on their quest. Bulma blushed at the question, her thoughts momentarily drifting to the prince. With a determined look on her face, she left Monaito's house and made her way towards the square, where a gathering of Saiyans had convened to discuss the imminent threat posed by King Piccolo.
As Bulma approached the square, a sense of anticipation filled the air. The crowd murmured with concern, voicing their worries and fears. The scribe, appointed by King Vegeta, reassured them that their concerns would be conveyed to the king, promising to address the imminent danger they faced. Bulma found herself standing in front of a Saiyan with a paper, diligently jotting down the concerns of the people.
As she glanced around, her eyes caught sight of Raditz and Prince Vegeta engaged in a conversation a few feet away. Bulma felt a surge of determination within her. She knew that she had the courage to confront the challenges that lay ahead, but perhaps the assistance and support of these powerful Saiyans could be the key to their success. With renewed confidence, Bulma stepped forward, ready to join the discussion and present her own ideas for combating the threat of King Piccolo.
"This is the right time to do something," Prince Vegeta declared, his voice filled with determination. "The others have gone to fight Dio. We can take this opportunity to sneak out and confront King Piccolo and his children."
Raditz hesitated, his expression clouded with worry. "But what if we die? How would our parents react when we return? I don't want to see my mother cry. Jocha, Caulifla and Kakarot are already in a coma, and I can't bear the thought of adding more pain to our family. Are we too young and inexperienced to face such a formidable enemy?"
Before Prince Vegeta could respond, Bulma interjected, offering an alternative plan. "Why don't we focus on finding the dragon balls before them? By gathering the dragon balls, we can gain the power we need to stand against King Piccolo. It's a strategic approach that can increase our chances of success."
Prince Vegeta and Raditz turned to face Bulma, intrigued by her suggestion. Prince Vegeta nodded, recognizing the potential benefits of her plan. "I suppose if we manage to find the dragon balls first, we can still confront King Piccolo and his children with an advantage. It's a clever strategy."
Raditz voiced his concerns, emphasizing the need for additional power. "But we must also consider that we may need more strength to face our adversaries. We should seek ways to enhance our abilities and gain the necessary power to protect ourselves and defeat King Piccolo."
"So how do we find the dragon balls?" Prince Vegeta inquired, his eyes fixed on Bulma.
Bulma reached into her bag and pulled out a device that caught Raditz's attention. "What's that?" he asked curiously.
"This is a dragon ball radar," Bulma explained. "It uses electromagnetic pulses to locate the remaining dragon balls."
Prince Vegeta nodded, understanding the purpose of the device, while Raditz voiced his curiosity further. "Did you make this yourself?"
Bulma nodded proudly. "Yes, I designed and built it. No stands involved, just good old-fashioned genetics."
The revelation left Prince Vegeta and Raditz dumbfounded, their eyes wide with surprise. Without wasting any more time, Bulma urged them to get going before anyone could stop them. The trio set off, walking away from the crowd and seeking refuge in the shadows of a nearby building.
"Now, where is the location of the dragon ball? Should we head to Kami first?" Prince Vegeta questioned, eager to plan their next move.
Bulma consulted the dragon radar, her gaze fixed on its screen. "There is a dragon ball located in Boise National Park, but the closest one is in Morioh, where Mr. Joestar's wife and child are currently residing."
Prince Vegeta and Raditz exchanged glances, silently agreeing on their destination. Taking to the sky, they stopped mid-air to discuss their mode of transportation.
"Can you fly?" Prince Vegeta asked Bulma, his eyes assessing her capabilities.
Bulma shook her head, admitting her lack of flying skills. Raditz chimed in, offering an alternative. "Do you want to learn or would you prefer to be carried?"
Bulma contemplated for a moment before replying, "I'm not interested in fighting, so I'd prefer to be carried."
Prince Vegeta landed gracefully, allowing Bulma to climb onto his back. With Bulma securely on his back, Prince Vegeta soared into the sky, following the direction pointed out by Bulma.
As they flew, Raditz struck up a conversation with Bulma. "So, besides fighting, why don't you want to learn how to fly?"
Bulma held onto Prince Vegeta tightly as she replied, "I prefer to stay out of the limelight. My true passion lies in working on gadgets and inventions."
Prince Vegeta's curiosity was piqued, and he continued the conversation. "I've been reading through the comics you Earthlings have, and I came across a hero named Iron Man. He's a man without superpowers who built a suit of armor that allows him to fly by shooting flames out of his hands and feet. I was wondering if you could build a suit like that."
Bulma's eyes lit up with excitement as she absorbed Prince Vegeta's words. The prospect of creating a suit like Iron Man's ignited her curiosity and fueled her imagination, sparking new possibilities in her mind. As they soared over the ocean, Japan came into view, and the refreshing sea breeze brushed against their skin, filling the air with the scent of saltwater. Bulma held onto Prince Vegeta tightly, ensuring she wouldn't fall during their speedy flight. The question of what to do if someone else possessed a dragon ball lingered in Bulma's mind.
"We take it by force," Prince Vegeta asserted, his determination evident in his voice.
Bulma pouted and crossed her arms. "Or we can ask nicely, like civilized Earthlings," Raditz suggested, offering an alternative approach.
Bulma pointed in a specific direction, guiding them towards their destination. Realizing the need for stealth, she suggested ascending into the clouds to avoid being detected. Prince Vegeta let out a frustrated sigh but complied, taking them higher into the sky. Bulma clung tightly to Prince Vegeta's neck, feeling the cold air bite at her skin, unlike Raditz and Prince Vegeta, who seemed unaffected by the chill.
As they descended beneath the dense clouds, the rain started pouring down, drenching the trio. Bulma, now shivering with cold, did her best to protect the dragon radar while directing them toward the road leading to the Higashikata residence. With a splash, their feet landed on the pavement, and they hurriedly ran up the driveway, seeking shelter from the rain.
They reached the front door and knocked, their anticipation growing with each passing moment. After a few minutes, the door swung open, and Tomoko Higashikata stood before them, a flicker of recognition crossing her eyes. Without hesitation, she invited them inside, acknowledging the urgency in their visit. Prince Vegeta stooped down to let Bulma off his back, and she gratefully stepped down onto the floor.
As the three dripping-wet visitors stood before her, Tomoko couldn't help but feel a mixture of concern and curiosity. "What are you doing here? Does your parents know you're here?" she asked, trying to make sense of the situation.
Prince Vegeta took the lead in responding, his voice resolute. "One of Dio's allies is gathering the wish-granting dragon balls, and we are doing the same. We believe that one of the dragon balls is here in this city," he explained, his gaze unwavering.
Tomoko nodded, understanding the urgency of their mission. She knew she needed to assist them in their quest.
They heard another knock on the door. As Tomoko opened the door to greet the unexpected visitors, she was surprised to find Tarble, Turles, and Cabba standing outside, just as drenched as the others. She invited them into the house, allowing them to join the growing group seeking shelter from the rain.
Tarble couldn't contain his curiosity and blurted out, "Vegeta, why did you come here? We followed you for ages. You're not planning to fight Piccolo, are you?" Prince Vegeta scoffed, his voice filled with determination, "You always follow me, brothers. What would our parents think?" Tarble and Cabba lowered their heads, their expressions filled with regret. But Prince Vegeta's reassurance brought smiles to their faces, "It's okay. We need more strength."
Tomoko, still processing the sudden influx of guests, turned her attention to Cabba and Tarble. "So you are twins," she remarked, to which they nodded. Then she pointed at Prince Vegeta, asking, "And you are his brother?" Once again, they nodded. Tomoko's curiosity piqued as she turned to Turles. "And who are you?" she inquired. Turles introduced himself, his voice tinged with sadness. "My name is Turles. My cousins Kakarot, and Caulifla are in a coma." Tears welled up in Tomoko's eyes, realizing the gravity of the situation.
Concerned, Bulma asked, "What's wrong? Where is little Josuke?" Tomoko led them up the stairs and opened a door, revealing Josuke lying in bed with a cloth on his forehead. He was sound asleep. Tomoko explained, her voice filled with gratitude, "He fell ill, so I took him to the hospital. But on our way back, a sudden snowstorm struck. We were stuck until a kind young man helped us get our car moving. We haven't seen him since. It's gotten worse now he is in a coma."
The group gathered around Josuke's bed, a sense of shared concern enveloping them. They knew that their mission to find the dragon balls was now intertwined with the well-being of this young boy. They went back down gathered around the fireplace, seeking warmth and comfort, Tomoko lit a match and a fire quickly crackled to life. They settled down on the carpet, exhaustion from the day's events overtaking them. Tomoko watched over them, a smile gracing her face as she witnessed their peaceful slumber.
The rain outside had subsided, leaving only a gentle drizzle as the sun timidly peeked through the clouds. The radio turned on "Mori-Mori-Mori-Mori Morioh Cho Radio! (Morioh Cho radio) We love Morioh Cho, Good Morning! Greetings, all. This is Morioh Cho Radio, and your host, once again, is me, your neighbor, Kai Harada. What a refreshing morning. The rain has let up and the sun is shining. These showers were tame compared to the November rain we had last month, And I have the perfect song here to start off the day. Here's our first song of the morning."
Suddenly, a gunshot echoed through the air, followed by the piercing cries of a young girl. Startled, everyone jolted awake, their Saiyan instincts kicking in as they instinctively scanned the room for any signs of danger. Tomoko's face turned pale, and they all rushed towards the door, their hearts pounding with a mix of concern and anticipation.
Stepping outside, they carefully surveyed the surroundings, their eyes darting up and down the sidewalk. The sound of crying led them to a corner where two lifeless bodies lay on the ground, their blood staining the pavement beneath them. The cries grew louder, drawing their attention to a small blue-haired girl, her tear-stained face and outstretched arms reaching for her fallen parents.
A masked man stood menacingly over the girl, a bloodied knife in his hand. Turles, unintentionally stepping into a puddle, created a splashing sound that caught the man's attention. Startled, he turned his gaze towards the group and quickly fled the scene. The girl, still sobbing, looked up at Raditz, who stepped over the bodies and extended a helping hand. The girl's tears gradually subsided as she looked up at him, her innocent eyes filled with curiosity and hope.
With the sun's rays breaking through the clouds, creating a halo-like effect behind Raditz, the thought of an angel crossed the girl's mind. She tentatively accepted his hand and stood up, finding solace in his presence. Raditz, captivated by her charm, couldn't help but think, "She is cute." Seeking to establish a connection, he asked, "What is your name?"
There was a brief pause before the girl answered, "Launch." Raditz introduced himself, along with the rest of the group, and they each waved in turn as their names were mentioned. Tomoko, recognizing the need for immediate assistance, swiftly called the police, while the group remained on the sidewalk, providing comfort and support.
As the police arrived at the scene, Officer Ryohei Higashikata took charge and squatted down to speak with Launch, his gentle demeanor encouraging her to share her statement. The group stood by, providing unwavering support and strength. After assessing the situation, the police suggested that Tomoko should take Launch back to her house until they could determine if she had any other family. Tomoko nodded, bidding farewell to her father and leading Launch back to her nearby home.
Once inside, they returned to the comforting warmth of the fireplace. Raditz offered comforting words to Launch while Bulma focused her attention on the dragon radar, trying to determine the location of the next dragon ball. Prince Vegeta observed Bulma closely, intrigued by her determination and intellect. Suddenly, Bulma stood up, capturing the attention of everyone in the room. She shared the news, stating that the dragon ball was located across town, in a specialty shop that purportedly sold legendary artifacts.
Tomoko nodded, recognizing the shop Bulma referred to. All eyes turned to Tomoko, silently seeking her permission to embark on this quest. Letting out a sigh, Tomoko acknowledged that she couldn't stop them from collecting the dragon balls. The group erupted in cheers, their excitement palpable. They made their way towards the door, ready to embark on their next adventure.
Tomoko offered a parting wish for their safety and entrusted Launch's well-being to the group, hoping that this journey would provide a distraction from the recent events. Raditz gave a thumbs-up, taking hold of Launch's hand and guiding her out the door. Bulma and Prince Vegeta led the way, while the others formed a protective formation around them. Raditz took the opportunity to explain their mission to Launch, extending an invitation for her to join them if she wished.
They crossed the road together, their footsteps echoing through the streets as Bulma turned a corner. The group followed closely behind, their anticipation building. In the distance, the train station came into view, marking their destination. They walked up the stairs as the path angled in two paths one headed toward the train station the other to a shopping district. Bulma headed toward the shopping district. The path curved as they passed trees. As trains passed by them on the right they could see the tops of buildings on the left. They drew nearer as the buildings got bigger.
The path opened up to an outdoor mall. Where tourists bustled around the outside as the doors opened as people went inside and outside. They drew nearer as they got stairs from people looking at their age and the saiyan tails. Bulma pointed to a store called 'the mystery shop'.
As they entered the mysterious shop, the sound of a bell chimed, announcing their arrival. Their eyes were immediately drawn to various intriguing objects displayed throughout the store. The owner eagerly showcased each item, revealing their unique qualities and origins.
First, they marveled at A black notebook propped up inside a glass case on a pedestal. "Ah the death note, some say if you write someone's names and picture them they die. Some say if you touch it with bare hands that a shinigami will bind you to it only whoever touches can see the spirit." said the owner. The notion of an evil spirit only visible to the one who touched the book amused the group.
Next, their attention shifted a red cloak held by strings it flapped in the wind. It was the Cloak of Levitation, an artifact once wielded by a sorcerer that bestowed the ability to fly. The owner shared stories of its sentience and its knack for choosing those in need.
Their curiosity then led them to a collection of a group of fruits called devil fruits, colorful and varied, said to grant strange powers when consumed. The owner whispered about the fruits' abilities, including the ability to stretch one's skin or even change one's gender.
Another item of intrigue was a set of mechanical balls, each uniquely designed and seemingly made of metal. it looked like they could be opened by a release mechanism in the middle. The owner revealed that they were a 1-to-1 scale model of a core game item for a new Nintendo game, obtained illicitly and now marked for destruction.
Their fascination continued as they encountered three books adorned with the image of a hand with six fingers, each containing knowledge of the strange occurrences in Morioh. The author's mysterious disappearance added an air of intrigue to the books.
A ring made of pure gold caught their attention next. The owner recited the famous quote ' One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them, One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.' from The Lord of the Rings, describing the ring's power of invisibility and its potential to possess its user.
Finally, the moment they had been waiting for arrived—the five-star dragon ball, radiating an orange glow, sat atop a pillow protected by glass. This precious artifact held the potential to grant wishes.
As they marveled at the dragon ball, their eyes moved to the final item—an intricately carved bow and arrow with a distinct yellow pattern. The owner mentioned its ability to bestow strange abilities upon the wielder.
Filled with a sense of awe and wonder, Bulma approached the owner, Mr. Nijimura, who presented them with a paper listing the items and their prices. Bulma, determined not to give away their true objective, checked each item's box, maintaining an air of interest in every piece. With her credit card linked to the Speedwagon Foundation funds, Bulma made the payment, securing their purchase.
As Mr. Nijimura packed up their items with a smile, an unexpected turn of events unfolded. The arrow, previously displayed with the bow, suddenly vibrated and flew forward, surprising Mr. Nijimura and causing him to fall to the ground. The arrow darted toward Bulma and the others, prompting a quick and frantic response. The arrow pierced right through Bulma. Launch, in a state of disbelief, sneezed, triggering her transformation from her blue-haired self to her yellow-haired alter ego. The arrow grazed Cabba, his wounds healed as his saiyan genes went overtime.
With a fierce expression on her face, Launch skillfully evaded the arrow, narrowly escaping its trajectory. However, the arrow grazed her ankle before clattering to the ground. A surge of anger consumed her, and she brandished a firework as if it were a weapon. The group, with their purchased items in tow, quickly retreated towards the store's exit, cautiously moving away from Launch's pyromaniac display.
Prince Vegeta, carrying Bulma, led the way as Launch's mischievous gaze locked onto Mr. Nijimura. Igniting the firework, Launch hobbled out of the store, creating a chaotic scene as the firework exploded, setting off the fire alarms and sending people fleeing from the mall in a frenzy.
Bulma's screams echoed through the air as her intense headache overwhelmed her. Prince Vegeta gently placed her on the pavement, her wound bleeding profusely. In an instant, Raditz summoned his Stand, 'Action! Not Words,' and with a flash of light, he produced a bag of beans. Understanding the urgency of the situation, Raditz handed a bean to Prince Vegeta, who reluctantly forced it down Bulma's throat. As the bean worked its magic, Bulma's wounds miraculously healed, though she continued to whimper in pain.
Turning his attention to Launch, Raditz extended a bean towards her. Launch hesitated, "What is this? Why should I trust you?" shouted launch. Raditz stared at her as he thought the blue hair and yellow hair have separate memories. Raditz locked eyes with her, a silent understanding passing between them. With a forceful hand on her shoulder, he broke through her defenses, and Launch sensed a familiarity in their presence. Blushing inexplicably, "Fine," said launch as she ate the bean. In an instant, her ankle healed, and they swiftly made their escape, carefully safeguarding their purchased items.
Returning to the house in a rush, they burst through the door, placing their items down and gently settling Bulma on the couch. Concern etched on her face, Tomoko conducted a silent roll call, only to realize that Launch was missing. Instead, standing before her was a blonde-haired girl. Confusion filled the air as Tomoko questioned the girl's identity. With a scoff, the girl revealed herself "it's me launch, i have two forms. I don't know what the other is doing. So why am I here?" said launch.
The room fell into a solemn silence, the weight of the recent events sinking in. Amidst Bulma's whimpering, Launch observed her surroundings, her gaze filled with a mix of curiosity and sadness. Summoning her courage, Tomoko spoke up, sharing the heartbreaking news. Launch's parents had been among the victims of a heinous murderer, responsible for the deaths of over 81 people, predominantly women. Launch's other personality had been present during the tragic event, prompting Tomoko and the others to offer her refuge and support in their home.
Launch's tears flowed freely as she tried to remain strong, this is for her other personality to express. Bulma had fallen asleep, finally finding respite from the day's tumultuous events. Tomoko, curious about their purchases, watched as they unboxed the new items. Raditz explained "We have a supposed notebook that kills the person whose name is in the book. A sentient cloak that flies if it wants too. Fruits that give magical powers to whoever eats it. Three books that have a strange history in Morioh. A ring that turns the user invisible. A dragon ball we were looking for. Finally an arrow that gives people powers. It pierced through bulma and grazed launch. Everyone is ok. I summoned healing items that healed their wounds."
Suddenly, "Hey Raditz?" said turles looking over the items. "Yeah!" said Raditz. " Every item is accounted for except the last item," said turles. Everyone was silent when they heard this. "Makes sense, the owner didn't have time to pack it up, since launch exploded the shop on fire!" said Raditz. Launch and Raditz glared at each other. An aura surrounded Raditz and launch."Settle down, it's ok if you lost the arrow, we are only focusing on the dragon balls ok." said tomoko.
However, Tarble found the death note intriguing and began examining its rules carefully. He was examining it flipping through the pages. He was examining the rules of the death note.
Rule 1: The human whose name is written in this note shall die.
Rule 2:This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Rule 3:Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.
Rule 4:If the cause of death is written within the next 60 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.
Rule 5:If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack. After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.
Rule 6: If the person using this Note fails to consecutively write names of people to be killed within 13 days of each other, then the user will die.
Rule 7: If you make this Note unusable by tearing it up or burning it, all the humans who have touched the Note till then will die.
He flipped through the pages seeing it was already used. Who is Kurou Otoharada or Takuo Shibuimaru? There was a list of names and some of how they died. Raditz walked over and looked over Tarble's shoulder. "This is very well crafted for being a fake. It looks almost believable. " said Turles to raditz. "I wonder if the phantom is real?" said tarble. "Have you tried it?" said cabba who was sitting next to him. "I don't like the look of this rule. Rule 6: If the person using this Note fails to consecutively write names of people to be killed within 13 days of each other, then the user will die." The room got quiet as They passed around the death note so they could read the rules for themselves.
"all according to kei-ka-ku." said a figure with goggles behind them. "Oh hey that's my notebook that I tossed into the mortal world because I was bored. By the way my name is Kira. Who are you going to kill today? Are you going to bend the world to your knees" said Kira, laughing.
Bulma turned over, muttering still asleep. "Are you a stand or a stand user, is this a trick, what about the last two rules." said the group in turn.
Kira, with his skull-like appearance and eerie demeanor, replied "A stand what? It's not a trick. The last two rules are fake. Me and another shinigami ryuk swapped death notes, he wrote them in to help a mortal out of a life or death situation." said Kira, laughing. "Can this kill the undead like a vampire?" said tomoko.
Kira raised a finger about to answer, then stopped and pondered the question muttering to himself "this dimension had unique powers and abilities" before speaking to the group " I don't know, no mortal has used the death note against the undead before." the group nodded.
As the conversation went on, Bulma turns over muttering "the numbers of pie is 3.1415926535,897932384626433832795028841971693993751058209749445923078164062862089986280348253421170679…" before going back to sleep. astonishing everyone with her recitation of the numbers of pi to many decimal places. Her brilliance surprised the group, and they marveled at her intelligence for someone her age. "Did you know she was that smart for her age?" said raditz. Prince Vegeta shrugged.
"Bulma briefs hmm. It seems like the name below is flickering in and out. All you have names below your name while you have a status effect." said Kira, his eyes glowing red while pointing at Tomoko. The room went silent as they were trying to understand what he ment. There was a yell as Turles stood up with excitement on his face " he means that the name below ours is the name of our stands!" Kira looked at the turles for a moment while reading something. "Hot blooded? Is that the name of your stand? Pretty good song too. " said Kira, whispering the last part. He then looked at cabba, "his stand is named 'Do I make you proud' hmm. O oh invisibility." said kira
Everyone looked excited but launch was thinking about what Kira said earlier. She came to a realization as beads of sweat dripped down her face. "You are saying that I have a stand?" said launch. "Ye-maybe," said Kira, shrugging. "I'm an idiot!" said prince vegeta, tightening his fist. Then realization struck raditz as he spoke "that arrow is a stand arrow, maybe the same one that gave me and Prince vegeta our powers."
Everyone was buzzing with excitement once they heard. "We need you to see stand users, you can do that, right?" said prince vegeta. "I am just an observer. I won't help you if you start using that book, unless…" said Kira, slowing down the last word expecting someone to fall into the trap. "Unless what?" Said turles. " I can give you shinigami eyes but only the owner of the death note can have them," said Kira laughing. "What is the catch?" said tarble. "Oh a observant one, the catch is half your life span. No take backs if you say yes. The offer is on the table anytime." said kira. "We will talk about it." said tarble. Kira nodded.
The group came together to discuss what was said. "Is it worth it?" said tarble. Prince vegeta placed a hand on his shoulder saying "I don't think it's worth it brother. Fasha can give you that ability if you want with no cost. If you ask her nicely. The next time we see her." This made everyone agree. "No, not right now," said tarble. "Very well, what name are you going to write down?" said kira. "We have to see an ally first, we don't know what the enemy looks like?" said turles. They spent the time discussing possible strategies to attack the enemy, leaving Bulma asleep.
Bulma slowly opened her eyes and the pain was gone. She couldn't feel the pressure on her brain, she couldn't even feel the usual migraine of her brain overloading. She was delighted that she can remember schematics and new inventions to create. Is this a dream? She heard the others discussing battle plans. She thought about the iron man suit in perfect detail, the thruster and how to make the power core for the suit. She was mumbling formulas and alloy parts. The discussion stopped as all eyes were on her. She turned over and sat up looking at their faces. "Is it me, or is she nerdier than usual." whispered turles to tarble.
Prince Vegeta was blushing. She didn't notice she manifested her stand as she was tinkering with the dragon ball radar building a new circuit board and swapping out parts with new ones making it faster. "What are you looking at?" said bulma. She turned around to see her stand. "What is that?" she screamed. Her stand was small like a spider but looked mechanical. It was perched on her shoulder.. Bulma looked down to see a shiny new dragon radar. "That is what is called a stand, a physical manifestation of your soul and will. So what I can see is that you are a mechanic and like to tinker." said Tomoko.
"I can make the iron man suit, Vegeta," said Bulma with stars in her eyes. "How long have I been asleep for?" said bulma. Tomoko looked at the clock. " 6 hours. It's 7 pm right now and you came back around 1 pm." "Is it that late? We have been talking for 6 hours without having dinner." said turles. In response all the saiyan stomachs growled. "Your stomach sounds like a group of wild beasts," said Launch laughing. Raditz turned to launch saying "now it's your turn to activate your stand." launch paused for a moment while tomoko popped some tapes into the tape player. " Joseph gave me some compilation tapes from America when we were at New vegeta. I know some English but I am interested in learning new songs. But don't be mad, I will turn on some regular tunes later. " said tomoko, pushing play. music started to play.
Launch could understand English even though she hasn't had the opportunity to study English in school. Kira chuckled to himself. The song was 'Careless Whisper ' by wham. Launch tried to follow along but was slow. She spoke perfect English. They ordered enough food to feed the saiyans. The delivery driver gave them weird looks carrying bag after bag inside. Song after song played as launch could understand the words. An aura surrounded Launch as a humanoid stand yellow and blue appeared beside her. "My ability is weak compared to yours." said launch pouting. "The ability doesn't determine how powerful your stand is. What determines how powerful your stand is your will the stronger your will the stronger your stand. Plus the saiyan's exude power and can break stuff without thinking. Of course they have broken abilities compared to us humans." said Bulma.
"Thanks, for the compliments," said prince vegeta. Bulma lightly punched prince vegeta. "Hey." said prince vegeta. Kira was chuckling at the chaos. "Do You have names for your stands?" said launch. "Yes. I don't know what mine is?" said Bulma thoughtfully. "I can see it clearly, Bulma's stand shall be called Science Blaster. And Launch's stand name shall be named Careless Whisper. " said kira cackling. It was late and tomoko got everyone's attention. "It's getting late, time for bed." said tomoko. Bulma and launch nodded. "Where do you want us to go? " said Bulma. "I will get extra blankets and pillows from the cupboard. You can sleep in here tonight, " said tomoko. Tomoko with the help of the others got blankets and pillows and set them across the floor. When everyone was settled, Tomoko looked over and she thought, "How cute." before turning off the light as the remains of embers lit the room as everyone fell to sleep.
The sun peeked through the window waking everyone. All of them were ready and packed. Tomoko was making breakfast and sandwiches for their journey. "I wish I had a cooking stand like that lemo guy. Good thing the speedwagon foundation is paying for this" muttered tomoko. The group surrounded Bulma as she took a messed up vacuum with Tomoko's permission of course, started taking it apart and making it work properly.
The smell of breakfast filled the air, and everyone gathered around the table to eat the delicious meal Tomoko had prepared. Bulma, with a sense of pride, showed off her fixed vacuum and explained how her stand, Science Blaster, worked to improve mechanical objects. The group listened intently, impressed by her ingenuity and resourcefulness.
"I've never seen anyone tinker with machines like that," said Turles, a hint of admiration in his voice. "It's like you have a natural connection with technology."
Bulma blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and happiness. "Well, I've always loved machines and technology. I guess my stand just enhances that passion."
The others nodded in agreement, appreciating Bulma's unique ability. They all knew that their stands had something special to offer, and each power brought a valuable advantage to their mission.
As breakfast concluded, the group gathered their belongings and bid farewell to Tomoko, who wished them luck on their journey to find the dragon balls. They stepped out into the morning sun, ready to face the day's challenges. They walked around Morioh staying cautious as the saiyan's protected the humans. "So how are we going to travel?" said launch. "Well we fly but we have to carry you since you can't, unless you want to learn." said raditz. wire
Launch stopped for a second as she smiled. "Teach me, teach me!" said launch. They walked around Morioh finding a secluded space to teach launch. They explored the city. People stopped and stared at the strange group. Where were the adults? They could see the ocean where people were working unloading cargo and moving it toward the warehouse. It was going to be really difficult to teach.
They heard the beeping of a garbage truck as it unloaded its trash in the garbage scow before leaving. Bulma spotted metal, glass and paper that was thrown into the trash sorted in a separate container. It was full to the brim. Once the workers finished uploading the cargo. The ship let out a blast before moving out to sea. The workers checked their time and headed inside the warehouse.
The doors shut. The group made their way down the hill. They sneaked far away from the warehouse. Bulma walked toward the recycle container. She dragged it toward their hiding space. They sat down. Bulma was sorting the recyclables in groups like sorting legos. Launch was instructed to be in a meditative position. "Bring your hands apart like you are holding a ball. Now imagine a yellow energy ball in between your hands. Like this." said raditz, getting in a meditative position with his hands apart as a yellow energy flickered in between his hands.
Bulma and launch looked at the energy ball in awe. This made both bulma and launch look in wonder. Bulma was now making a power source out of the recyclables. She made a big makeshift battery, gloves and rocket boots. She used all of the recyclables in the bin. By the time she was done, Launch was hovering.
Now she has to test her invention. She put the battery on her back as she connected her boots and gloves together with wire. She plugged it in the battery. The gloves had a button switch when pressed turned on the battery which turned on the rocket boots. She pushed the buttons. She was accelerated in the air as she flew out of control. Before she pushed the button again. She was caught in the arms of raditz who looked concerned. Bulma looked green.
The group burst into laughter as Bulma was safely brought back to the ground by Raditz. "Well, that was quite a first flight," said Turles, chuckling. Bulma, still a bit disoriented, managed a weak smile and said, "I guess I need to work on the steering a bit."
Bulma and launch continued to get the hang of flying. Bulma added a dial to crank back the output before she was hovering. While launch was moving slowly around. Bulma moved a leg in a direction as she was pushed in the opposite direction. Bulma corrected her trajectory. She cranked down the dial to land as she panted. Raditz gave her a sandwich. She ate it. A cackling laugh broke the silence. "You better get a move on before night comes," said Kira. They nodded. "Do you think the battery will last that long?" said launch. "I think so? Depends on how fast we go." said bulma. "If not, can we carry you? Remember you don't have to go as fast as us on your first try. " said prince vegeta looking away. Bulma and launch looked confused.
"Don't worry about the prince, deep down he is a big softy." said tarble. "Am not! I am the prince of the saiyan race and that means I don't have feelings." said prince vegeta going red. The saiyans laughed. "It is 1pm right now. I think we should head toward the next dragon ball, " said raditz standing up. They nodded. Bulma pulled out the dragon radar which lit up. Bulma zoomed out the map and selected the next dragon ball. A path was shown. Bulma lifted off the grown as the others followed her. "Since upgrading the dragon radar three dragon balls have been collected and are in one place. I believe we need to sneak by their strong hold in egypt. There is one in Italy since I last checked while the others are in the United states, " said bulma.
They nodded. Bulma checked her gauge as the power slowly drained. She had to charge the battery in italy. They headed in that direction keeping above the clouds so they wouldn't be seen. They chased the sun as cities passed by. "So where in Italy is the dragon ball located?" said Tarble. "I'm not sure, somewhere in Naples," said bulma. It grew dark as they descended. Naples flickered with lights and music was playing. It was 6pm. Bulma led the group towards a warehouse. They landed on a nearby roof. They looked down as several security cameras panned. "What is that?" whispered tarble pointing at the device. "People can see us through that device if we get close, so let's avoid being seen," said bulma. Bulma looked down as the battery gauge reached red. "Sorry I can't come with you, I lost power and I need to charge it someplace." said Bulma looking around for an outlet.
She takes off her equipment. She breathes a sigh of relief. "So where exactly is it inside?" said prince vegeta looking down. Bulma looked at the dragon radar. "It looks like it is in the back of the building?" said bulma. "We should fly over onto the roof of the building," said raditz. "Sorry if we leave you here," said turles. "It's fine. I'm not a brawler like you guys." said Bulma, finally finding an outlet. She plugged in the chord. "Wish this battery was solar chargeable. " muttered bulma. Cabba asked to see the dragon radar. Bulma handed over reluctantly. The others waved goodbye then silently flew over. They silently landed on the roof. Launch fell face first. The roof was lit as they crept toward the rooflight. They looked down into the warehouse. Boxes covered the room. It was used for storage. Prince Vegeta looked at everyone. They nodded. "There might be a camera down there," said launch.
Prince Vegeta nodded. "Hey cabba, why don't you go down there, use your stand to blend in." said prince vegeta. "Why do I have to?" said Cabba. "As I am your older brother and the next in line to be king, go down there." Prince Vegeta said glaring at Cabba.
"Fine, help me move this glass out of the way," said cabba. "Hey guys? There is a hole already here." said turles pointing to a vent. Turles ripped off the cover and placed it down slowly. But it made a clang. Everyone froze. They could hear voices. "Hey, what is that?" one of the grunts said. They left cabba there flying back to bulma.
Cabba quickly lowered himself into the vent, using his stand's abilities to turn invisible. He moved stealthily through the narrow passages, making his way towards the area where the dragon ball was located. The mafia glanced at the vent, but their attention was quickly diverted elsewhere.
Cabba continued his journey through the vents, using his stand to scout the warehouse. He located the area where the dragon ball was stored. The warehouse seemed heavily guarded.
Cabba with the help of his stand slid the vent grate against the wall making sure it doesn't fall. He hovered over the ground not making a sound weaving in between the grunts. Boxes were stacked to the ceiling. Cabba checked the dragon radar. He went in a direction toward a least guarded spot almost forgotten as the boxes were covered in dust. He hovered over the boxes as a camera panned over head. He didn't know which box it was in. He quietly started opening boxes. As dust went into the air. This got the attention of the grunts.
Inside the box was a picture of a young lady leaning on a rock with the name of the city Costa Smeralda engraved on it. in the background was the shore with a castle behind her. In the corner of the picture was the year it was taken 1955. Cabba turned over the picture on the back where a message was written.
"My Dearest Solido Naso,
I wrote this message on this photograph you took of me as a keepsake of our bond, a reminder of the person I have come to cherish deeply. Let it be a testament to our resilience, our camaraderie, and the unspoken affection that lingers in the air when we're together.
Until our paths intertwine again, know that you reside in the chambers of my thoughts, a presence that cannot be erased or forgotten.
With all my admiration and affection,
Donatella Una"
Cabba read it over and over as he could finally read the Italian message. Whoever is this Solido Naso, cabba was sorry he was stealing from him. He had to hurry as the footsteps got nearer. Beneath it was a pink sweater. He put the photo back. He closed the box and opened another one. Inside was a case that could fit arrows. He closed the box and opened another one. Inside was a dragon ball with four stars. The dragon ball sparkled. Cabba stares at the dragon ball.
The sound of voices came closer. The sound broke cabba from the distraction. Cabba picked up the dragon ball and closed the box. The dragon ball turned invisible as he hovered as the grunts came around the corner. The dust is still in the air. "Where is the intruder? Make sure they don't take any of the bosses stuff, " said the leader.
The grunts moved to the boxes looking through them. Cabba flew slowly so as not to drop the dragon ball. He flew back to the vent which had the cover screwed in. Cabba starred as his escape was closed off. Cabba flew toward the entrance as grunts came in and out. He moved slowly in between the mafia grunts. "Did you hear that an intruder broke in. I wonder who it is?" said one of the grunts. Cabba flew free into the night, meeting up onto the other roof where the others were. He landed and unactivated his stand power. As the others jumped as Cabba and his stand came into view. Cabba lifted up the dragon ball.
Bulma took the dragon ball and put it in her bag. Bulma reached out her hand again. Cabba reluctantly gave back the dragon radar. Bulma took it. "It's really late. Where should we stay?" Bulma Said while unplugging her battery. "We could stop by the local cafe," said launch. "Sounds good. It is dinner time." said Turles.
Prince Vegeta nodded. They took to the sky with Bulma checking the battery. They flew to the main street landing in an alley. They walked out of the alley. People walked up and down the street. People looked at them curiously. They walked up the street. They noticed two edgy men talking in a dark alley trading something. They could see a local cafe outside while a group was discussing something. The kids walked up to them.
"Do you know where we can order? We are really hungry." said prince vegeta. The group went silent and the leader turned to them and blinked. "Ah, where are your parents? You should watch yourself, " said the leader. "Our parents asked us to order and get the food so we could bring it home to them," said launch pleading.
The leader seemed to soften a bit at Launch's explanation. He exchanged a glance with his group members, then sighed. "Fine, kids, but be quick. Don't linger around here too long. It's not safe," he warned.
"Thank you so much!" Launch said with a smile, her innocent expression convincing enough to earn their sympathy. The leader pointed them towards the cafe, which was just a few steps away.
As they entered the cozy cafe, a warm aroma of freshly italian food and baked goods enveloped them. The cafe was bustling with people, and the atmosphere was inviting. They found an empty table and settled in, each of them looking over the menu.
A friendly waitress approached them, a notepad in hand. "Welcome! Are you ready to order?" she asked with a warm smile.
The group exchanged glances, and Turles cleared his throat. "We'll have a variety of dishes, to go please. And some drinks, too."
The waitress nodded, jotting down their order. "Sure thing! I'll get that for you right away." The waitress came back with their food in to-go containers and Bulma paid with her credit card. They made their way out of the restaurant. The leader nodded as they walked away.
They head toward a subdivision. Raditz checks behind them to see if anyone is following them. Know one was following them. "So where are we going to stay?" said turles. Prince Vegeta thought as they continued walking. "Maybe we could go to what you humans called 'hotels'," said Prince vegeta. Bulma and launch nodded. They continued walking around the cul de sac.
Turles glanced around, ensuring they weren't being followed. Satisfied that they were in the clear, he said, "Finding a hotel sounds like a good idea. It'll give us a safe and comfortable place to rest."
They walked out of the residential area, making sure to keep a low profile. As they passed by the restaurant where they had dined earlier, they moved quickly and discreetly to avoid drawing any attention.
Soon, they found a cozy spot with an outdoor table. They unpacked the delicious food from the restaurant and began to enjoy their meal. The atmosphere was relaxed, and the gentle hum of the city in the background created a sense of calm.
Once they had finished eating, they cleaned up their space and disposed of the trash responsibly. Bulma grabbed a newspaper from a nearby bench and handed it to Launch, who began to read it.
Launch's eyes scanned the pages, and a small smile formed on her face as she found what she was looking for. "I found a local hotel that seems reasonably priced. It's about 5 miles from here," she said, looking up from the newspaper.
Prince Vegeta nodded in agreement. "Sounds good. Let's head there and get some rest," he said, his voice carrying a hint of exhaustion from their long day.
With their plan in place, they started walking towards the hotel. The city's lights began to illuminate the streets as the sun set completely. The group walked in a comfortable silence, the only sounds being the distant traffic and their footsteps.
As they reached the hotel, they entered the lobby and approached the reception desk. Bulma stepped forward, her credit card ready. The receptionist greeted them with a friendly smile. "Welcome! How can I assist you?"
launch explained their situation, requesting a room that could accommodate all of them. The receptionist nodded, typing away at the computer. Launch whispered to bulma what she said. Bulma swiped the credit card. After a brief moment, she handed them a key card. "Here you go. You're in Room 205. Enjoy your stay."
With the key card in hand, they made their way to the room. On the way they passed a doctor who came inside. He stopped at the front desk and bowed. "Hi my name is , i was called here to take care of a patient in room 203." said smiling as he held up his bag. They waited for the elevator as came with one of the staff. They entered the elevator. spoke up. "I am planning on being a surgeon but right now I am just a doctor right now." "That is wonderful." said one of the staff. The door opened as they walked down the hallway. "The patient is suffering from a fever and can't be moved." said the staff stopping by a room. The small group unlocked the room next door. Inside, they found a spacious suite with two queen-sized beds. The exhaustion from their journey was starting to catch up to them, and they were relieved to have a comfortable place to rest.
"Alright, let's get some sleep," Turles said, his voice laden with fatigue.
They each took their side of the room, setting down their bags and getting comfortable. Bulma plugged in the battery. Boys on one side and girls on the other. Launch turned off the lights, and the room was bathed in a soft, warm glow from the bedside lamps.
As they settled into the beds, a sense of contentment washed over them. They heard screaming from the room over. Where was. The day had been eventful and filled with challenges, but now they were together, safe, and ready to rest. One by one, they drifted off to sleep.