"Too young my…I'll show him too young! I'll make him seven-no, four years old! How about that, treating me like a baby, see how he likes it!" Bulma grumbled, one hand on the steering wheel of her car as she glanced at the two Dragon Balls taking up the passenger seat beside her. She was clearly driving dangerously fast, exceeding the speed limit by a multiplier, but the sixteen year old girl didn't really care that much right now.
Thanks to the influence that the village of New Celatus had on her life, Bulma had managed to graduate from school two years early. This was the first day of what she considered to be one endless summer, her only responsibility being a loose one to Capsule Corp, which didn't particularly need her right now.
But some things were simply fate.
Having created the Dragon Radar, Bulma had decided to travel the country, searching for the Dragon Balls that Zeck had once told her about.
Capable of granting any three wishes, Tarble didn't recommend using the Dragon Balls for some reason, and Zeck had told her that it'd be nearly impossible for her to gather them, anyways.
Since she was just a kid.
Which was exactly why she was doing it. To prove Zeck wrong. She'd already picked up one of the balls from a ravine a few kilometers back.
As for Tarble's warning about not using them? Something about negative energy and the Earth being blown up or whatever wasn't going to shake Bulma. Tarble was a worrywart anyway. One wish… or three, wasn't going to hurt anybody.
Except stupid Zeck.
Maybe if she made him a few years younger, he'd finally get off of his stubborn, stupid butt and agree to date her. Bulma knew he wanted to, but a four-and-a-half year age difference apparently felt pretty big to the 21-year-old.
Bulma had her license, at least. Her parents had an age difference of nearly ten years. What was the big deal?!
The girl was pulled out of her muttering by a sudden weightless feeling.
"AHHHHHHHH!" She screamed as the car flipped end over end with her and the two Dragon Balls inside.
"AAAAHHHHHHH!" And she kept screaming, even after the car landed back on its wheels. Even though the car itself had been rendered useless by the explosion, the actual body of the car hadn't suffered much. Bulma had a few scrapes, but physically, she was perfectly fine.
Until a giant tiger-man completely ripped the door off of the car, leveling a blade at the blue-haired teenager's throat.
"Gimme all your money and Capsules, and I'll let you live." The tiger-man ordered.
"Ooh-okay! Okay, just, give me a second to…" The blade pressed deeper onto her throat, "I can't… help you, if my head's not attached to my body…!"
"Hurry up." The sword retracted, giving Bulma room to breathe. "Nice and slow. No sudden movements." The bandit told her as the girl reached into her jacket pocket.
And pulled out a gun, leveling it at the tiger-man's face. "That's what I should be telling you! Unless you want another hole or two in your face, back up!"
His face going pale (for a tiger-man), the bandit did as he was told, dropping his sword, and backing up so that Bulma could safely get out of her car. "Further! Further!" Bulma let off a warning shot, which burned its way through the tree behind the tiger-man. "This is a prototype plasma gun. One shot and it'll melt through your entire body like butter! Get out of here! Go, while I'm still being generous!" Bulma's hands shook, but her finger stayed on the trigger, ready to shoot if necessary, no matter how little she wanted to.
But luckily for Bulma, the bandit wasn't about to take his chances.
She sighed in relief as he disappeared into the foliage. No killing necessary. The only casualty of the encounter? Her car.
"Dang it!" Bulma kicked the popped driver-side tire in annoyance as she lowered her gun.
Then, her feet suddenly left the ground. The sudden momentum of being plucked right off of the ground caused the teenage girl to drop her gun in surprise.
…
Meanwhile, just down the road, Kakarot was walking aimlessly on the side of the road, his power pole slung across his back.
Unbeknownst to him, Bulma had actually been tracking his Dragon Ball, and was quickly closing in on it when she'd been assaulted.
Then kidnapped by a dinosaur monster.
"H-HELP! HELP ME! LET ME DOWN YOU STUPID DINOSAUR! I'M NOT A SNACK! I TASTE TERRIBLE, I PROMISE, LET ME GO!"
The young Saiyan's head snapped up as a screaming thing swooped right over his head, holding a blue-haired young woman.
Immediately, the boy jumped into action.
"It's moving really fast! Flying Nimbus!" Calling out to his trusty old friend, the flying cloud that'd once helped teach him how to fly, Kakarot jumped forward, and the Nimbus simply swooped in and caught him in its soft grasp.
Within seconds, the boy was tapping the dinosaur on the forehead. "Hello, sir. I don't think that girl wants to be up here, can you put her down?"
Bulma screamed as, shocked by the flying child, the dinosaur actually did what Kakarot asked, right then and there.
Luckily, Kakarot caught the blue-haired teen before she ended up splattered across the grass or trees. "Thank you, Mr. Dinosaur! Are you okay, miss? Did he hurt you?"
Bulma just stared, a bit flabbergasted. She hadn't watched the World Martial Arts tournament four years ago, and had never seen anyone other than Tarble's own close friends fly.
Especially not on some weird golden cloud thing.