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Bulma.
In the original story, she was practically the perfect woman.
Beautiful, great figure, rich, brilliant—almost flawless.
Aside from being a bit of a fangirl and a shameless flirt when she was younger, there really wasn't much to complain about.
You could chalk it up to teenage rebellion anyway. Everyone has that phase. Bulma was no exception.
"Harry, you've been staring this way for a while. Is there something special over there?" Celari noticed his distracted expression and asked.
The area was full of round capsule-style buildings—pretty unusual compared to the rest of the city—but nothing that should be that interesting.
Hearing her, Gine also turned to look at Harry with curiosity.
Harry casually shifted his gaze away and answered smoothly, already having prepared an excuse in his mind. "When we were walking through the city, I kept hearing people talk about some 'Capsule' invention… and how genius Dr. Brief, the creator, is supposed to be. I was wondering if this Dr. Brief might be able to make something I'm looking for."
He spoke his thoughts out loud, quietly letting Gine and Celari know what he was planning.
Gine blinked in surprise. "Harry, you need something built by an Earth scientist? Earth tech seems decent, but they can't even leave their own planet yet."
She had a point. If Harry didn't already know how capable Dr. Brief was, he might doubt it himself.
He was just about to respond when the front doors suddenly swung open.
Two girls—one older, one younger—ran outside and straight into their line of sight.
The little blue-haired girl with twin pigtails reacted too slowly and bumped right into Harry.
He instinctively caught her before she bounced off him and fell to the ground.
Bulma… and Tights? He recognized them instantly.
Especially Dr. Brief's older daughter, Tights—golden hair, energetic presence, effortlessly charming.
He remembered her mentioning her age in the original story: when Bulma was five, Tights was sixteen.
So Tights is still on Earth… meaning her side story hasn't begun yet. His mind drifted to the spin-off plotlines.
If Tights hadn't left Earth, then Jaco the Galactic Patrolman shouldn't have arrived yet either.
Thinking of Jaco gave Harry a headache. He had completely forgotten about him. The Galactic Patrol officially got involved much later in the timeline.
"Who are you, big brother?" Bulma spoke up suddenly from his arms.
Her voice pulled him back to reality. He set her down gently.
Before he could answer, Tights swooped in, pulling Bulma close and apologizing. "I'm so sorry! We ran out so suddenly, we must have startled you."
"It's fine. Just be careful next time," Harry said with a smile. "There are a lot of cars on the street. Accidents happen."
It was a normal, reasonable warning—nothing forced or awkward.
Tights nodded in thanks. "So… you're standing in front of my house for a reason, right?"
She was nearly an adult and clearly sharp. She could tell immediately they were here on purpose.
With her opening, Harry introduced himself, then introduced Gine and Celari.
He mentioned he wanted Dr. Brief to help him build something.
Hearing that, Tights politely said, "If you're here for my dad, come in. He's home right now."
"That's great, thank you." Harry hadn't expected things to go this smoothly.
Led by Tights, the three of them entered the capsule-shaped home and were shown into the guest lounge.
Tights asked the staff to bring tea, snacks, and fruit, then took Bulma upstairs before going to get Dr. Brief.
While waiting, Harry and the others took the chance to look around the house.
Gine and Celari were full of curiosity. There was still so much about Earth that they didn't understand.
Of course, they were even more curious about what Harry wanted to make, but neither asked—not yet.
Time passed slowly as they waited.
Then little Bulma suddenly came running down from upstairs, grabbing all three of their attentions.
Or rather, what she was holding did.
Only Harry truly cared.
Because it was a Dragon Ball.
"Hey, little one, can I take a look at that orb?" Harry asked warmly.
Bulma hesitated, glancing between him and the Dragon Ball.
She didn't dislike him, so after a moment she held it up generously. "It's my toy. If big brother wants it, I can let you have it, but you have to play with me."
Her childish voice was sweet and clear.
Harry took the Dragon Ball and inspected it closely.
Up close, the two stars inside were perfectly visible—sharp five-pointed shapes no matter the angle.
Exactly like in the original story, strangely mesmerizing.
"Let's go play, big brother!" Five-year-old Bulma was delightfully straightforward. She grabbed his hand, fully intending to drag him off.
Harry didn't mind. It was Bulma. Getting on her good side early could only help him later.
But before he could react, Celari stepped in, pulling Bulma's hand away.
"Harry would never go play with you alone."
Her voice carried clear hostility.
SCelari herself didn't know why she felt so defensive—almost like someone was trying to steal her Harry away.
"He didn't say no! You can't decide for him!" Bulma shot back, puffed-up and indignant, already showing the attitude of a future powerhouse of a woman.
"I said no, so it's no." Celari didn't back down at all. Their very first interaction had turned into an argument.
Things were heating up, so Harry quickly stepped in and gently pulled Celari back before she acted out.
Compared to Saiyans, Bulma was just a normal child. One wrong word and Celari could accidentally kill her without meaning to.
Bulma looked furious, cheeks puffed out like a balloon—clearly unhappy that she didn't get what she wanted.
"Hey, little one, let me apologize on Celari's behalf. She didn't mean anything bad. And here—your Dragon Ball." Harry soothed her with a smile and returned the orb.
Celari was visibly unhappy, but after Harry gave her a calm, reassuring look, she finally settled down.
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