... all this time, I never thought about it!"
gleefully cheered the bald fighter. "Listen up, Gohan...how about we teach
Bulma a lesson?"
Gohan smiled and laughed, "Okay Krillin! What did you have in mind?
A whoopie cushon in the pilot seat? I have a Vegeta costume that I picked
up from the novelty shop. We could scare..."
Krillin quickly shook his head. "Not something like that. I want to
hit her where it hurts!"
Gohan's eyes opened wide. "Krillin! You can't hit Bulma! She would
never survive it!"
Krillin slapped his forhead and sighed, "That was an expression,
Gohan. Now listen up, here's the plan..."
Bulma slept soundly on her cot. She was dreaming of her boyfriend
Yamcha...and even though he was a big goof-off, she still loved him.
"Mmm....Yamcha......" groaned Bulma, unaware that two shadowy figures
approached her cot stealthfully.
Hearing a muffled laugh, Bulma opened her eyes just in time for
powerful hands to grab her wrists and ankles. The hot-headed beauty tried
to scream but one hand moved from her ankle and covered her mouth.
"Psst! Hey, don't cover her mouth! It's not like anyone can hear
her!" came a muffled voice.
Gohan removed his hand and placed it back on her ankle while Krillin
looked up and down her body in the darkness. "Mmm...look at that. That's
grade-A material right there!" growled the bald one as h...