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A Brief SI (Dragonball Bulma SI)

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This, I'm enjoying it.

... you know, it could be possible to pester save Dabura at this point, and stop his sister from going off the deep end. You could also kidnap rescue Broly and bonk him upside the head give him therapy.
 
Hmm. So the future of DBZA is One Punch Man. I can dig it. They do have wish granting dragons, so all it would take is one person deciding to wish it... Maybe Goku wishing for a good fight during the lull after Cell dies.
 
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A Brief Vacation 3
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    • (Short because I typed this on an airplane. Spent basically 12 hours on one so too tired to fix it.)

    There was a giant meteor.

    It was going to crash into the city, which was probably a problem, like that one movie where Aerosmith sang some nice songs about.

    But before that could happen, some caped bald guy jumped up and smashed it into a lot of little pieces, causing the debris to splatter all over the city like some celestial bukkake.

    Lazuli groaned. "You have a way with words, Bulma."

    "Well, what would you call it?" I whined.

    "Everything is on fire. I can't believe I have to be the one to say it, but you should have some pity on those poor sods!" She pointed at the wreckage spread across several blocks. It looked kind of like the ending of the first Avengers movie, where there was a lot of stuff burning and crushed due to some stuff that fell from the skies.

    I pouted, "But it could be more on fire..."

    Lazuli closed her eyes and counted to ten. Then she turned back towards me, "Didn't you say you wanted something from here? Well, what did you want?"

    "Isn't that caped baldy interesting?" I pointed at him as he jogged comically away in his yellow suit that seemed to be a size too big for him. "Let's take it."

    "Bulma, that's a person."

    "You're right."

    "Oh, thank god—"

    "But where do we find that much peanut butter?"

    "—Oh my god!"

    "What?"

    "Why do you even want him?" She pressed a hand on her own impressive chest, "If you want someone who could do that, I could do that. You're talking about taking a human being, Bulma!"

    I pouted and hugged her tenderly. "But you're already mine, Lazuli. Besides, I care about you! I wouldn't care if I cut that guy up! Oh, hey look, he has a friend! And that friend's a cyborg like you!"

    That got her attention. "Wow, he's really obvious about it. Those are some impressively armed arms. Oh god, you've got me talking like you already."

    "Yeah," I nodded. "Don't you know? Boys dig cannons."

    Lazuli turned to me and gripped my arms. She looked rather upset. "Bulma. Serious question. Do I have cannon arms?"

    "... why would you want that?" I blinked.

    "I don't want it. I want to know if you secretly put it in me," She replied matter-of-factually.

    "Don't you have energy blast—oh, we haven't even reached that point in time yet. Huh, that's kind of hard to keep track of." I nodded to myself. I did a double take and gasped, "Wait, you don't want cannon arms?"

    "Yeah, and you aren't making any sense," Lazuli shook me.

    "Y-y-you c-c-can s-s-still b-b-blow p-p-people u-u-up by touching—" I ducked and dodged her attempts to hold me accountable for not making her as cool as the stereotypical cyborg and slipped behind her. Then I held her in a Full Nelson! "—by touching people's pressure points."

    "What." She gaped, but she was still struggling in my capable hands!

    "Yeah, I took it from analysis of this guy from that one village with the penguins and stuff. It was supposed to be a parody, but you know, its got basis on the real thing, so you're programmed with Hokuto Shinken!" I deflected proudly. "Besides, I didn't put cannon arms in you, I just put rockets in you!"

    "Oh my god." She paused, her eyes glazing over slightly as she analyzed her internals. "Oh my god!"

    "Yes, I am your god!" I puffed out my chest proudly, but seeing her distress, I tried to comfort her, "Look it's not even that intrusive, and besides, I didn't put rocket hands on you like that idiot Gero did to his robot not-son."

    Lazuli snapped out of it. "Wait, what? No, actually, don't tell me. Stop talking in tangents. Bulma, you made rockets propagate out of me from nothing..."

    "What's wrong with that? It's cool," I pouted.

    "... from my chest! It looks like the rockets are coming out of my chest!" She yelled.

    I pouted harder. "It's from your center of mass, so it was either that or from your hips."

    "That pouting isn't going to work on me," Lazuli sighed. "Fine, I can see how rockets coming out from between my thighs could be worse. Do I really need all these different kinds of rockets? I feel like a very violent Doraemon."

    "I can't believe you know what Doraemon is," I muttered under my breath.

    "What was that?" She turned back to me.

    I cleared my throat loudly, "Anyway, let's go meet that caped baldy!"

    "I suppose I could test myself against that cyborg friend of his," Lazuli sighed and stopped trying to escape me. She pounded her fists together, making a small shockwave. "Though, can we like, not kidnap people, please?"

    I rolled my eyes, not that she'd see me do it from behind her, and nodded. "Fine, but I reserve the right to deck 'em in the nose."

    "Wait, but, you... No, Bulma. You're not a fighter!" Lazuli leaped out of my hands and floated above me in the air. "You don't have any augments! You didn't make yourself a cyborg!"

    "I did make myself a cyborg, and that's you, remember? And I have tricks too! And protection! When getting in close and personal with a boy, always use protection, as Tights always say!" I smirked proudly and made a stance. Then I frowned, why did I even care what Tights said? "... And besides, what's he gonna do? Beat me in one punch?"

    "Bulma, no."

    "Bulma, yes."

    "Is there something wrong with your head? Because I can slap it until it's fixed. I hear that's what they do with machines that malfunction," Lazuli glared. She didn't seem very happy.

    "Come on, come on!" I grabbed her hand in mine and skipped over, dragging her along. "Stop being such a worrywart, Lazzy! What's the worst that could happen?"
     
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    • Hmmm, if this was cell saga 18 I'd say she stomps, but I really don't know how strong an 18 made by a highly caffeinated Bulma is.
     
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    Hmmm, if this was cell saga 18 I'd say she stomps, but I really don't know how strong an 18 made by a highly caffeinated Bulma is.
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    pretty sure she's late DB/early DBZ tier weak for now. maybe.

    more importantly, bulma is meters away from one of the strongest beings in the multiverse. all she needs is a DNA sample, and she can create an improved version of saitama. mix that with saiyan DNA like gero did with cell, and you get ssj/ssj2/ssj3/ssjg-saitama.
     
    The First Brief Tournament 1
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    • (Here, to make up for the silly snippet, I'ma end the arc.)

    "... What just happened?" I blinked the stars out of my eyes.

    Lazuli sighed, "You used a spell that basically froze time, which apparently you learned from some kind of green alien dog? You were gloating a lot and then the bald guy with the red cape punched you out."

    I shook myself and tried to get up, only failing and laying back flat on my back. The ceiling looked rather nice. I counted the tiles and noted that we were back home now. "How... how did he do that?"

    "I don't know, he just punched," Lazuli shrugged.

    "B-but... you can't punch if you're frozen in time." I tried to roll onto my side. I failed at that too and decided to just lay back for a while. "Also, ow. Everything hurts."

    "I told you not to do it," Lazuli replied. "He didn't really say how he did it. I thought I could follow him, but after a while it became just his after image. Do you think he has some kind of ability to incrementally increase his power?"

    I never thought I'd see this side of Lazuli—one that was curious and interested in dissecting her potential opponents. She honestly sounded like she was trying to study this bald, cape wearing specimen. I felt a strange warm feeling in my chest knowing that I had gotten her interested in learning. Maybe she was even interested in science, but I wasn't willing to push it.

    Still, I smiled up at her and shrugged. "It's possible. Maybe we can have Yamcha try it out."

    Lazuli looked vaguely unhappy about it, but she nodded and scooted her chair closer to my bed. "So... I we didn't get your goo. I had to bring you back here, your protocols were very specific about it."

    "Mm. Yeah." It had been a pretty long day too. I yawned, "But it's fine. I got it."

    "... wha? When?"

    "While we were buying those anime discs." I raised a wrist and showed her the modified version of the wristband personal device that I wore. From it, several small, tick-sized drones flew out. If it wasn't for the light and my focusing on the device, I wouldn't have seen it either. "Speaking of which, we should watch that Origins anime."

    "Ugh," Lazuli rolled her eyes. "It's a weird show. Goku looks like a monkey and nothing like the kid in your database. And then when he grew up, he became a high school student. Muten Roshi has hair and looks like, what's that actor's name? Jackie Chun. And you... well..."

    "Well, what?" I felt a sense of dread droop over my heart.

    "Why don't you have a look yourself?" Lazuli took out her C-Phone and scrolled over to a scene.

    The title played, 'Bloomers and the Monkey King'...

    … A chubby little monkey started waxing poetically of all the martial art skills inherited...

    … A Marilyn Monroe lookalike with blue hair jumped out of the flipped over car and shrieked daintily...

    … then a two meter tall, muscular pig with a mohawk struck a pose, "I AM THE GREAT OOLONG!"...

    I slapped the C-Phone out of Lazuli's hands. "Get that abomination away from me. I'm going to bed."

    Lazuli nodded and walked out of my bedroom. As an afterthought, she turned around at the door and added, "Oh yeah, you've been sleeping for a while so I just wanted you to know that today's the day of the tournament."

    I fell out of bed.
     
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    • matthew badger said:
    pretty sure she's late DB/early DBZ tier weak for now. maybe.

    more importantly, bulma is meters away from one of the strongest beings in the multiverse. all she needs is a DNA sample, and she can create an improved version of saitama. mix that with saiyan DNA like gero did with cell, and you get ssj/ssj2/ssj3/ssjg-saitama.
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    But you can't tell the difference because they have no hair! XD
     
    Yamcha 2
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    • Yamcha had expected an old temple monastery filled with a crowd of people. That was what the previous World Martial Arts Tournament had looked like in the replays and videos on BriefTube. The location was still filled with people, that much was true, but it was something vastly different from the previous year.

    The World Martial Arts Tournament took place on an island, which had its own, small airport and more than one harbor in the chain of islands that came with it. These islands did take a large portion of their economy from tourism, but much of this tourism wasn't from the tournament.

    There were chocolate-color skinned girls, whom Yamcha had never seen before in his lifetime, dressed in the skirts made of long leaves and tops made from local coconut shells and wearing necklaces of flowers dancing about. There were people juggling and blowing fire into the air and performing all sorts of the local traditions. There were film festivals and beauty pageants too. There was, of course, also the many sugar plantations along these island chains.

    He had taken time to play the part of a tourist before the tournament, already knowing in his head that he wasn't here to win, but to learn and to experience more of the world he had so long ignored.

    Yamcha had thought he had not seen much of the world, but after this past week of traveling from island to island, climbing mountains to see natural wind tunnels and deep diving to peek at coral reefs, he felt vindicated but also so very small. There was so much more than he could have imagined in the world and if he had just dedicated himself to training or living a luxurious life of a sports star drowned in cocaine and hookers and blackjack, he would not have seen any of this. Not for the first time, he thanked Bulma for bringing him out of his shell, and then he shuddered just thinking about her.

    "Whacha thinking about Yamcha?" Puar asked beside him. They had grown closer over the past months, though his kitten still couldn't get a read on him at times. She had taken to training with him sometimes after they had gotten into dangerous scraps that nearly ended their lives. Dinosaurs and undead littered the parts of the world without civilization, and they were all a part of the 'problem' that he as a 'problem solver' had to face.

    He didn't turn to Puar, merely petting her as she sat down on his shoulder. "Just how majestic this place is."

    And it was.

    The monastery was still there at the foot of the mountain, but a larger, monolithic structure had been raised above it, covering the entire mountain. It was almost Gothic in design, yet with the East Asian reverence to statues of ancient gods of storms and lightning and other elements, a very image of the a cathedral dedicated to the pursuit of martial arts... if it had not been made of steel and glass. It was an unholy mix between such a massive, modern skyscraper and an ancient temple, and it left Yamcha breathless in awe.

    He couldn't comprehend the power and time it must have taken to raise such a towering colossus. And that was where he was going to fight? A shiver ran down his spine in anticipation. He felt, well, to be honest... honored. It was a feeling of, despite being made to feel insignificant, being a part of something massive.

    "Well, we should register soon. You never know how long they'll wait, right?" Puar said on his shoulder. She was also craning her neck up just to see the top of the building, which had what seemed like a hundred different viewing screens flashing with different ways to say welcome at the same time.

    "If we could get through this crowd," Yamcha replied with a thin grin.

    The crowds were massive here, much more than the previous tournaments led him to believe. Perhaps it was because news had spread that this year's award was—instead of just 500,000 zeni—a grant of 500,000,000 zeni plus an entire private island to build and fund a dojo to the winner's style. Or perhaps, unlike the previous events, this time there were many layers and levels to the event.

    Rather than having everyone stand at the same level, even the area outside of the main structure was tiered with a dozen floors and spaces. Of course, many of these spaces were also ports for airships to land at, and that alone had brought a sense of mystique to the location. Yamcha had been to several cities by now, but not one of them had been designed for private air travel to be a part of the city planning. It boggled his mind to even contemplate what it must have taken to have created this island as it was.

    As he reached the entrance, he saw a large screen displaying a pretty redhead with fox ears sitting at a desk like one of those shows that analyzed his baseball plays. He hadn't thought martial arts—the art of fighting and stealing and killing—had this sort of play-by-play commentary though. Then their words filtered from his ears to his brain, "And welcome back to the coverage of Capsule Corp's World Martial Arts Tournament, brought to you by Capsule Corp and the delicious drink of Hetap, a Capsule Company, I'm your host, Koto and—"

    Yamcha turned to Puar. "Just when I thought I was free... I guess freedom is just an illusion..."

    Puar turned to him and petted his head. "It's okay Yamcha, it's not like Bulma's right here, right?"

    "Hey, Yamcha! I see you've arrived at the Tournament!" Bulma's voice suddenly called out.

    They jumped and looked around, but they couldn't see any blue haired girl.

    "Down here, I'm talking to you through your wrist device," She said, as if actually watching them from some place. "Yeah, I'm watching you through the cameras. Don't bother trying to find them though, I have them everywhere."

    "Oh, um, hello Bulma," Yamcha replied cautiously. "Are you attending as well?"

    "Nah," She replied, filling his heart with relief. Then it was dashed away. "Well, not right now. I'll go soon. I see you've been working on your skills, very nice. Slightly stronger, slightly higher chi, and oh, is that a new skill you made from fighting undead zombies? Neat. Anyway, I gotta give you something and tell you something."

    Something stun Yamcha in the back of the neck. He winced and slapped at it, only to find it was some kind of tick-like bug, but it was sparking with electricity. "... Is this yours? Sorry if, um..."

    "Don't worry about it," Bulma's digital voice replied casually. "I just injected you with some stuff, but it'll take like three years before it can take effect. Let's call it Hot Blood if you must call it something. You gotta, hm... let me see my notes. Ah, right. You gotta do a hundred push ups, set ups, squats and run ten kilometers every single day. Oh, and never use air conditioning... I'll just make all the air conditioning turn off the moment you walk into the room from now on, for three years. Right, you'll be fine otherwise."

    "... Why?" Yamcha boggled. She could do that? That's... well, that sounded insane. Why did she even wish to be a princess?

    "Think of it as training! But if you must, then do it, or else I'll come find you!" She replied as if she had not just said she could control all of the electronics in the world somehow through her techno-magistry that Yamcha had no understanding of. "Gotta go, seeya there!"

    "This couldn't have waited until after my vacation?" Yamcha groaned. "Aaand she's not listening anymore."

    "I'm always listening."

    "A... a... always?"

    "Yes, Yamcha," She paused. "And you should be ashamed. Bulma out."

    "... Hey Puar?" Yamcha muttered after a few minutes of relative silence in the crowded entrance hall to Puar. They sat there on a bench, watching the tens of thousands of people milling about, and feeling lost.

    "Yes, Lord Yamcha?" She whimpered.

    "This world is really scary," He muttered.

    "Yes, Lord Yamcha." She nodded.
     
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    • Suddenly I have a Image superimposed over Yamcha, Ron Stopable from the cartoon Kim-Possible.

    But now I wonder about Puar the kitty, Puar has no Martial Arts enhancements, how will she survive?
     
    Oh god... Yamcha with the potential to gain Saitama's abilities? If Goku had any chance of protagonism before, it's gone out the window now.
     
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