Val sat next to Bulma, feeling odd about having another woman, whom Bulma insisted was not a slave, kneeling before her, working on her feet. Bulma said what the woman was doing was called a pedicure and was a way women on Earth pamper themselves. Also, that the woman was doing this as her job, was being paid, and was definitely not a slave. Val felt unsure about it yet, kicking her foot involuntarily when the woman scraped against it and muttered something in a language foreign to Val. When she asked Bulma what she said, she also commented that she did not know either.

Earlier that morning, Bulma had found her moping in her new bedroom. She managed to coax out of her what happened with Nail and then Piccolo, glad at Vegeta heard none of that. Bulma commiserated with her, sounding a bit confused at first, but declared this absolutely called for a spa day, no excuses.

Val felt slightly confused by what was happening, often asking Bulma what they were doing. Bulma sounded a bit more and more annoyed with each thing explained, massage, body scrub, facial, manicure, and lastly the pedicure. Val looked down at her nails, finding the unnatural color over them odd. She was certain the next time she trained, she would chip them and ruin them with one punch.

"So maybe you could talk to the new Great Elder? Maybe he can help you sort out the drama with you and Piccolo?" Bulma suggested, sounding a little off yet.

Val frowned at her tone, picking up on it. "Is what happened between us weird?" she asked point blank.

Bulma fidgeted in a way that did not seem like it had to do with the woman massaging her foot at the moment. "Well, he used to be an enemy, but I mean, Gohan really likes him. And Goku trusts him. But is kind of weird, the whole two clans, mad scientist's creation. Kind of weird, but also kind of makes sense when you realize Namek used to not be so boring after all." She smirked at the end of her last sentence. Her face took on a hint at pink that Val did not quite understand the reason behind it.

"Maybe I could ask Moori," Val mused, not sure what to make of the suggestion.

"Well, he seems really nice, with how quick he was to forgive Vegeta for slaughtering a village. Not to mention, him agreeing to let us use his dragon balls again." She sighed heavily. "Ugh, I miss Yamcha. Nappa killed him with that little self destructing creature..."

Val kind of thought she could understand that sigh. "A Saibaiman, right?" She shivered. "Those little tiny things gave me the creeps." She shook her head. "Nappa gave me the creeps more so."

"And you cursed him, too, right?" Bulma asked, shifting in her seat.

Val nodded, looking down at her bare hands. "I didn't mean to. I didn't realize what was happening at the time. I was so angry."

Bulma hummed in under her breath in agreement. "Wish I could do that..." Val hummed in a different, more disagreeable tone. "What? You just got to figure out how it works and how to control it and it'll be fine. Practice is what you need."

"No," Val rushed out, pulling her hands down in her lap all balled together.

Bulma rolled her eyes. "Well, it's not like anyone on Earth can train you, so you'll have to figure it out yourself. Just start with the small things." Bulma nodded down at the woman working on Val's feet. "Try blessing her to do something so simple, like find a penny on the street. We can come back next week and ask if she did."

Val shook her head. "What if it backfires. What if something happens, something bad and unpredictable? We won't know, I won't be able to protect her..."

Bulma gave her a look. "Like getting assimilated by someone with zero interest as a way to 'survive somehow?' You were too vague about it all while being to over the top, had to be. You need to make it simple to keep it from spiraling out of control." Bulma perked up, and clasped her hand on Val's forearm. "I got it! You can just bless me, something really, really, really simple that will also tied more over from missing my boyfriend so much."

"I can't-" Val started. Thinking about it was making her hands feel warmer.

"Oh, come on. Yes, you can. Plus, we live together, so you can easily watch over me and protect me," Bulma insisted. "You can bless me to be kissed by a prince. Always wanted to be. It's so simple, can't possibly lead to death. Could even be a little bit fun..." Bulma gave her long, lingering look. "What do you say, please?"

Val bit her lip, unsure about the request. "Are there even any princes on this planet?" she asked, not sure of the answer.

Bulma perked up. "Oh my word, yes. And some of them are very, very handsome," she sighed longingly. Then her face went sour. "Some... not so much. So maybe if something bad does happen, it'll be a kiss from an ugly prince." She paused, as if she was not sure of her requested curse anymore. Then she shrugged. "It'll be worth it to test your enchantment."

Val looked at her hands in her lip, debating. "You'll stay near me, the next few days? Just in case," she asked. Bulma nodded eagerly. Val brought her hands up to Bulma's forearm, feeling nervous when her hands warmed up more. "You will be kissed by a prince," she said, feeling the heat escape her hands.

Bulma pulled her forearm back with a quick wince. The spot where Val had touched her looked a little pink. She rubbed the spot, but shrugged, seeming not bothered by it. Her eyes went wide and her face went a bit pinker. "I just realized, you never said a kiss on the lips..." She smirked to herself.

"So like your hand or something?" Val asked.

"Oh, come on," Bulma said, giving her a playful smack on the shoulder. "I thought you weren't a virgin, too. Jeeze, maybe you were a little bored after all." Bulma gave her a sideways look, commenting, "you know, maybe we could find you a prince or something of your own. Earth's got some pretty good looking guys. Better looking than Vegeta even."

"I don't know..." Val responded, the thought making her feel raw.

"Or even one of the guys we wish back with the Namekian dragon balls. Maybe Krillin or Tien...?" Bulma mused. "Just not Yamcha, off limits."

Val frowned, but nodded, mulling over that suggestion in time with mulling over her concern for the curse she just made, regretting it now and what results might come from it.