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I tested out my new max Chapter 15: Progression 3speed as I flew toward Capsule Corp once again, and I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer difference in speed. I could run circles around the me from last month with ease!
And all too soon, in mere minutes, I found myself floating above the massive, yellow dome-shaped mansion belonging to the Briefs family. As weak as she was, it wasn't hard to pinpoint Bulma's familiar ki. Goku, the fool, had been around her so much that my senses instinctively took note of her.
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Bulma sighed, leaning against the railing of the veranda we were on. "...It's just everything going on, y'know?" she replied to my question about what was bugging her. "Things haven't been great with Yamcha for a while. He's always getting caught up with those fangirls now that he's a baseball star, and beyond that call to tell me about you, he—or anybody else—hasn't contacted me since. Everyone's totally leaving me out just because I'm not some muscle head!"
Huh. Well, that was something I didn't know about. Seriously, he had to have a phone or something with him if he contacted her about me. It's been nearly a month and a half since I woke up here, and he probably would have called her on the first day I appeared. Quite a while to ignore your girlfriend, right?
"Yamcha's never been the most well-thought-out guy," I shrugged. "If you called him up and told him about the problems between you two, he'd probably try to put in more effort."
Bulma scowled, crossing her arms under her prodigious bust. "I got on at him all the time about the fangirls he loves to dote on, but he never changes. Besides, I shouldn't have to tell him these things. We've been in a relationship for years, but it's always felt like I'm the only one trying to make it work."
Well, I had to give it to her there. "Then dump him. It's not like Yamcha's the only one you could ever get with," I replied easily. I'm not one for relationship drama—if someone is wasting your time, why bother with them? If they don't care enough to put in some work themselves, they're not worth it. "You're rich, hot, and probably in the top five smartest people on this entire planet."
Bulma bit her lip at my words but nodded hesitantly in agreement. "...That is true," she murmured, before her gaze sharpened, and she looked at me weirdly. "Wait, did you just call me hot, Kakarot? I thought you guys knew nothing about sex. Hell, even when I asked Goku about how he and Chi-Chi did it to make Gohan, he didn't even get what I was talking about."
I scowled at the reminder of that dunce. Disregarding the memories I received from that other man, as Kakarot, I had gained full knowledge of sexual reproduction while within the gestation pod. Honestly, I couldn't understand how that dunce never learned about sex early on, considering how pervy Grandpa was—not to mention Master Roshi.
"Didn't I tell you not to compare me to that idiot?" I crossed my arms.
Despite my tone, Bulma just smiled widely. "Well, so since you're basically the same as him, just much smarter, that means even Goku was never immune to my looks, huh?" The busty bluenette giggled before giving me a sly wink. "I wonder how traveling with him would have gone if he was like you and never lost his memories."
I rolled my eyes but allowed a smirk to grow on my face. "I can't speak for him," I shrugged, "but if it was me personally, you wouldn't have had to worry about that boyfriend crap you were so obsessed with back then."
Bulma blinked at my words before going wide-eyed, a slight flush spreading across her face. "Wait… seriously!?" she goggled at me.
"Seriously, serious," I replied shamelessly. "Like I said before, you're rich, smart as hell, and hotter than the surface of the sun. And you are, or rather were, Goku's closest friend besides Krillin. Though, personally, I prefer you more. If I was going after a girl, it would be you I'd go for before anyone else."
Bulma continued to stare at me wide-eyed for a few moments, her cheeks getting progressively darker before she squealed lightly and slapped her cheeks. "Ah! I've got no idea how to react to that!" she shook her head and growled at me. "Why'd you have to go and say that, you brat!? Now I won't be able to stop thinking about it."
"Heh," my smirk grew. "Fine with me. But how can you expect anything else? You should remember how many times I've seen you naked."
Quite a few memories came to mind. From the original taking off her panties to walking in on her in the shower, various things like that. The main one my mind focused on right now, though, was when we were dealing with General Blue and getting an up-close view of her in nothing but her red tube top and thong, wiggling her big, round ass around.
It had made even the original feel all tingly inside, though he hadn't realized what that feeling was. Goku might not have ever understood it, but Bulma was right in deducing that even he had been attracted to her back then.
"Oh, you little perv!" she snapped out of her embarrassment quickly. Bulma shook her head and pressed a hand to her forehead. "This is a lot to take in, y'know? And there I thought I didn't need to worry about being embarrassed about any of that because Goku didn't understand it at all."
"Trust me, you've got nothing to be embarrassed about." I replied, giving her a blatant once-over with my eyes, making sure she saw them lingering on her abundant cleavage.
Bulma rolled her eyes but didn't shy away at all. She didn't block my view in any way and didn't even reprimand me. "Out of curiosity, do you still have that bunny outfit you got from Oolong?" I asked. I always loved that outfit on her.
"Oh man, you really are a perv, aren't you? Here I was just calling you one for a joke," Bulma groused, shaking her head. "And I do actually, it's in the back of my closet," she answered, nonetheless.
"Good to know for future reference." I nodded, very, very pleased.
She arched a brow. "Oh, and why is that?" she raised an eyebrow at me. "You think I'll wear it for you?"
"Hopefully," I replied shamelessly again. Beating around the bush is not in my nature. If I want something, I'll go for it. "Your relationship with Yamcha looks to be dying. You might be able to fix it, but if I'm being honest, I hope it fails so I can go for you myself."
Despite the situation, Bulma snorted out a little laugh, before outright chuckling. "Y'know, as flattering as that is, Kakarot," she began, "Even if I do break up with Yamcha, I'm twenty-eight years old, and you're what? About fifteen at most, memory-wise?"
Good points in all honesty. "Irrelevant. Despite Goku growing up here on Earth, we are not humans; I'm a Saiyan," I replied, besides I have the memories of a full-grown man as well. "We're a warrior race, age means nothing to us when it comes to relationships. We go for the best partner, and here on Earth, you're at the top of the pyramid." Technically, Eighteen is still around, but what Eighteen provides in strength, Bulma more than makes up for with her genius. Her intellect and abilities as a scientist are a massive type of strength themselves. Besides, it's not like Eighteen can pass on her abilities to offspring.
"Well, nothing I can say to that at least." She shrugged, though there was a certain coyness to her tone, and a little proud smile on her face. "How about we table this discussion for now and get to what you came here for?"
Yeah, I already had the scouter. Now, I needed to see about my space pod and the gravity chamber. "Fine with me, I'm polite enough at least not to try and make you my woman while you're already with another." I replied. Something about being a Saiyan made things like this seem so simple and not worth beating around the bush.
"Sure, why not, let's go with that," Bulma laughed lightly. "But, as far as the real reason you're here, the gravity chamber you wanted isn't quite done yet."
Putting aside the situation with Bulma, I frowned. "Ah, too bad," I replied. It had only been a month after all, and I wasn't sure how quickly they were made in the future, so I couldn't even guess a rough estimation of how long it would take.
Bulma quickly raised her hands. "No need to look so disappointed, jeez, you look like somebody just told you your puppy was run over," she said. "It's not far off, and if it was just the gravity chamber, it would be done already, but I've had a feeling you'd be going off-planet, so me and my dad have been using your space pod to create an all-new, much larger ship, and it will have the gravity chamber within it."
Excitement filled me then. I thought I would need to just use my space pod and sleep on the journey to Namek, but with this, I can actually train while I go—just like the original did when he went off to Namek. A massive grin spread across my face. "That's amazing, Bulma!" I gushed, and unable to contain my excitement, I bounded over to her and swept the taller woman up into a great big hug, lifting her up into the air.
"Oi, oi! Watch the hands, you little perv!" Bulma banged on my shoulders, and that was when I realized, my hands were sinking into something large, round, and delightfully jiggly and soft.
I let go of her lovely ass and set her down. "Sorry, my hands slipped." I apologized—it was actually all instinct after all!
Bulma snorted, narrowing her eyes at me and reaching down to clasp her ass in both hands. "Sure they did," she drawled sarcastically, before she reached out and bonked me atop the head. "Like hell I'd believe that after what you just came out with a minute ago! Especially after you just spent a month with that perverted turtle hermit!"
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Surprisingly, she was on the same balcony she had been on last time.
I found her leaning over the railing of the balcony, puffing on a cigarette and staring off into the horizon.
"Those things will kill you, ya know?" I pointed out cheekily as I landed behind her.
The buxom bluenette yelped, dropping her cigarette and turning toward me, wide-eyed.
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As soon as she saw me, the wide-eyed look turned into a scowl. "Kakarot, you little brat!" she growled. "I oughta bash you one!" she threatened, winding her fist up.
"You'd only end up hurting yourself. Remember what happened when you shot the original?" I taunted with a small chuckle.
The blue-haired woman scowled at the reminder before slumping back against the railing and sighing. "Here looking for your scouter and ship, I take it?" she asked, a bit morosely, if I do say so myself.
"Mostly, I just want to check how strong I've gotten at the moment. I've got something else I want to work on before trying to get even stronger," I shrugged. On the way over, I decided now was probably the best time to get control over my Oozaru form before I reached the point where a stray blast in that form could destroy the planet. "Still, what's up, Bulma? You seem down."
It would take a powerful, charged blast aimed at the core, even at ten times the power I currently have, to destroy a planet. I think, at least. And an incoherently raging Oozaru shouldn't have the intelligence to compress ki, merely instinctively fire it.
Bulma let out a sigh, reaching down into her shorts pocket and pulling out my scouter before tossing it over to me. "Here, it's got what you asked for. Don't be too rough on it though; it's hard to find anything that can stand up to the strength of you monsters," she told me.
I caught it and slipped it on. With a few clicks, it beeped on, and I saw a few more options that I could access— a music folder, a video folder, one labeled "Internet," and more. For now, I hit the scan button and flared my power level to the max for a brief moment.
Beep beep—4,128.
A massive grin spread across my face. I'd already broken four thousand. It seemed ant-like in comparison to the power those around here would have in just a few short years, but for now, it made me stronger than Nappa.
Possibly. It was never very clear whether four thousand was Nappa's full power, and the sixty-five hundred was just his full-powered ki blast. After all, Nappa never knew how to raise or sense power levels. Regardless, even if his max is the latter, with the Ultra Form, I'll be able to hit over six thousand right now, and I've still got at least eight or nine months before the bald and midget prince duo arrive.
"What's it at?" Bulma asked, seeing my smile.
"4,128," I answered gleefully, and her eyes went wide.
"Holy shit, that's almost a three-times increase in the last month! What the heck have you been up to?" the bluenette gaped at me.
I waggled my finger at her, turning the scouter off. "Nuh-uh," I denied answering her. Besides, it wasn't like I was doing all that much. I was just using the multi-form constantly and sparring with myself and the Saibamen brothers while wearing my weights. "How about telling me what's got you so down first?" I raised a brow at her.
Seeing I wasn't going to drop it, Bulma sighed. "You know, Goku was way easier to fool and wasn't much for bothering others about their feelings," she replied.
I almost scowled in disgust. "Please don't compare me to that fool," I returned. It was revolting to be compared to such an idiot. After all, if I were him, I would have gone after this girl here if I were going to marry anyone. Chi-Chi just couldn't compare to what Bulma offers, on top of her beauty. "I'm far superior to him. Both in power and paying attention to the people that actually matter, and considering you were his—our—first friend, that says a lot, don't you think?"
So, the month with Roshi wasn't enough to get over my resentment of the original. Being a clone who was only given life because some idiots wanted to use me as a stand-in shield until Goku got strong enough to protect them and then got wished back? Sue me.
But this isn't really about me. It's about Bulma, who got perhaps the worst hand dealt besides Yamcha, right up until the end of Z—or worse, depending on the timeline. Bulma is important; so much is accomplished down the line just because of her genius and dedication. She's a normal woman, caught up in what may as well be gods in comparison. And what's her reward? Ignored until she's needed for something, then hitched up with fucking Vegeta, who doesn't give a shit about her until he blows himself up against Buu.
Admittedly, depending on what route is canon and what isn't, Vegeta becomes a good husband to her in both Super and GT, but that's a long ways away. And in the original timeline, she's forced to sit on the sidelines while all her friends are killed, a kid she watched grow up is beaten to hell for years on end before dying, and her son is the last line of defense against the androids or cyborgs—or whatever the hell people call them.
Hell, in one of the branching timelines, Cell kills him too, and leaves that future Bulma all alone.
Really, man, maybe it's my pride as a Saiyan, but having such a useful ally and my first friend being constantly stepped on like that pisses me the hell off.
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