Bulma stopped flying and looked around. Yes, this would do. She had
flown for hours -- even if she had stopped time -- and must be at least
five hundred miles away from Freeza’s compound by now. A little
fatigued by her long sprint, Bulma descended to the ground and allowed
time to flow normally again.

Now, first things first. She had to find out the location of the
dragonballs. Whichever one or ones were closest to her would be the
ones she’d have to retrieve first. She couldn’t keep zooming around
and teleporting like this and expect to stay energetic forever. Bulma
bent down and pulled her capsule case out of its compartment in her
boot. Her father -- as ingenious as ever -- had thought of that; he
didn’t ‘want his daughter traipsing about on a new planet fighting
baddies without her capsules.’ Bulma had laughed at him then, but now
she was glad he’d thought of it. She opened up the case and took out
the travel bag capsule. She popped it open and dug around in the large
suitcase until she found her scouter.

Bulma put on her new dragon radar and switched it on. Much to her
surprise -- and utter delight, I might add -- she saw that she was only
about two miles away from the nearest dragonball. Even more surprising,
she was hundreds of miles away from the group of five that Vegita
stole, and nearly a thousand away from the other single that he
supposedly had to begin with.

Happy that she didn’t have to deal with Vegita just yet, Bulma focused
her senses on the location of the closest dragonball. There were two
kis over there... one very weak one, and another somewhat weak one that
felt almost suppressed. Maybe someone else on this planet knew how to
mask his ki. It made Bulma wonder just who was out there. The idea that
Freeza had set up another base out there seemed unlikely, especially
since she didn’t think that any of his minions were smart enough to
know how to mask their kis. Besides, those kis out there actually felt
friendly. It suddenly dawned on Bulma that they must be Nameks. Yes,
that would explain it. She smiled. Finally, she would get to meet
someone on this planet that didn’t work for Freeza! Well, if they were
Nameks, she certainly didn’t want to visit them looking like one of
Freeza’s soldiers. She was sure that those kis were in the same place
as the dragonball, so she didn’t need her scouter any more anyway.
After putting it back in her travel bag, she recapsulized it, and put
the capsule back in her capsule case, which then went back into the
little compartment in her boot. Having done that, she took off at a
moderate pace toward the ki sources ahead of her. She didn’t want to
teleport; she wanted the Nameks to know she was coming. But at the same
time she knew that by revealing herself like this she was probably
letting Freeza know where she was too. She’d have to tell the Nameks
this up front. If she was putting them in danger along with herself,
she planned to take full responsibility and get them all to safety if
necessary.

As Bulma flew on, she noticed a tall pillar of rock in the distance. At
the top of it she could see a white speck, and it was from there that
she sensed the kis. She pressed on, and the white speck slowly grew and
began to show its true shape. When Bulma was able to see it for what it
really was, she smiled in relief. It was a building, and it bore such
a strong resemblance to her ship that she was certain it was Namek-made.
She flew the rest of the way over and landed lightly on the grass out
in front of the white, spiky house. She saw that the entrance was open.
Bulma thought about walking in, but she decided against it. Not only
would that be rude, but she might not be welcomed as easily if she just
walked in without a greeting. Bulma walked closer to the entrance of
the Namekian house, until she was about three feet away, and peered
inside. Why hadn’t anyone come out yet? Were they hiding in there? Is
it possible that they could be afraid of her?

Bulma was about to call out to the inhabitants when a figure suddenly
appeared in the doorway. Bulma jumped back defensively before she could
catch herself. The figure stepped out into the light, and Bulma gasped
in surprise. He was almost an exact copy of Piccolo! Bulma just stared
at him, not knowing what to say. How should she begin?

The Namek spoke first. "What business have you here?" He asked Bulma in
the Namek language. "Why have you come to our planet?"

Bulma started in surprise. She’d forgotten about the possibility that
the Nameks didn’t speak her language. She supposed it was fortunate
that she knew a little bit about theirs. She smiled politely at him and
bowed in greeting. "Please forgive me if I have frightened you or the
other one in your dwelling," she began slowly, carefully choosing her
words. "My name is Bulma. I also hope you’ll forgive me for my crude
use of your language, as I don’t know much of it."

The Namek did a double take and gaped at Bulma in surprise. Apparently
he hadn’t expected her to know how to speak his language! Bulma, now
encouraged by his reaction, continued.

"I hope I can take that to mean that you understand me?" she asked. The
Namek nodded, still staring at her in disbelief. "Good," Bulma sighed
with relief. "I was afraid that my accent was so bad that you wouldn’t
understand me. Well, I won’t waste your time," she said, exchanging her
expression for a more serious one. "I won’t lie to you either. There
are some very bad men on your planet. I don’t know if your language has
the word I’m looking for to describe them, but in my language we’d call
them ‘evil.’ Well, these evil men have done some terrible things. I
don’t know exactly how to tell you this, as there’s no encouraging way
to put it. I suppose I’ll just have to say it. These men, and
especially Freeza, the worst of all of them, have already killed off at
least five entire villages of your people." She expected the Namek to
at least be surprised at this, but much to her own surprise, he wasn’t.
He just waited patiently for her to continue. His calm, expressionless
features really reminded her of Piccolo. She continued. "Their only
reason for doing such a terrible thing is that they are trying to gather
all the dragonballs to make a wish. Or to be more specific, Freeza
wants to make a wish. He wants to wish for immortality. If he were to
succeed," she added, "we’d all be doomed to die by his hand, and the
rest of the universe will be under his tyrannical rule. I can’t allow
that to happen. I want to gather the dragonballs before he does so that
I can make my wish and keep him from winning. That’s why I’m here," she
said, gesturing toward the house. "I detected a dragonball here earlier,
and since Freeza is off trying to get others, I’m going after this one."

"What would you wish for if you were to gather all seven of the
dragonballs?" He asked her, watching her expression closely.

Bulma told him about the fight with Vegita on Earth and how her friends
had died. She explained about the dragonballs on Earth, and how they
had found out from the Saiyans that there was another set of
dragonballs on Namek. "So," she said, "Gohan, Kuririn and I came here
to your planet to ask if we could use your dragonballs. But when we got
here, we found that Freeza had beaten us here and was already wreaking
havoc. It hadn’t even occurred to me that he was killing your people
until Kuririn and Gohan came back with Dende from the fifth village –
and with Dodoria, another of Freeza’s henchmen, right behind them."

"What?" The Namek said, suddenly becoming interested. "Dende? Did he
escape?"

"Oh yes," Bulma said, smiling. "I made sure of that. I told my friends
to take him and go back to the cave and hide, while I stayed behind to
hold Dodoria off. It wasn’t easy; I was badly beaten and was captured,
but I know that they got away safely."

"Humph," he said, assuming a stoic expression again. "So you met
Freeza?" He added casually. Bulma told him everything that had taken
place from her defeat by Dodoria on until when she escaped from Freeza.
"And then I came here, hoping to find another dragonball," she finished.

"You did all that for a child you didn’t even know," he muttered
quietly, not sure he should believe what he had heard..

Bulma smiled. "That doesn’t matter," she said. "Dende was no match for
Dodoria, and he needed my help. That’s all there was to it. My friends
would have done the same thing. They risked being chased back by Freeza
to rescue Dende, and let me tell you, that took a lot of bravery.
Please believe me," she pleaded. "We’re here to help. But we can’t help
you if you don’t help us. I know that you have a dragonball here. I
won’t force you to give it to me, but I really hope that you will.
Because I know that Freeza wouldn’t give a second thought to killing
you for it."

"It’s not me I’m worried about," he said softly, looking back toward
the house. He looked back at Bulma and sighed. "All right," he said.
"I believe you enough to bring you in to talk to him."

"Who?" Bulma asked, suddenly curious. "I sensed another presence in
there when I first came, but you were the only one who came out. Is he
the one you’re talking about?"

"Yes," he replied. "He is the Saichorou. He is the oldest of all us
Nameks, and is our father on top of that. He’s a very kind, generous
leader, and there isn’t a Namek alive who wouldn’t give his life to
save him. But," he added sadly, "he’s very old, and I don’t think he
has much time left. Which is all the more reason that we get you to
use the dragonballs soon. He is their creator, and if he dies, then
they go with him." He pointed toward the house’s entrance, and began
speaking in Bulma’s language. "Please come in," he said.

Bulma was so shocked that she nearly tripped over. "Wait a minute!" She
cried. "Why didn’t you tell me you could speak my language?"

He laughed, and for the first time, Bulma saw him smile. "You have such
a mastery of our tongue that I just wanted to hear you speak it. You
have an odd but pleasant accent."

"You gave me quite a workout," she said, laughing nervously. "I suppose
it’s a good thing that I studied it so extensively on the trip to your
planet."

He smiled. Suddenly he seemed to remember something. "I’m sorry," he
said, bowing politely as Bulma had done. "I had forgotten to introduce
myself earlier. My name is Nail. I am an assistant and companion to
Saichorou. Forgive me if I seemed rude to you; it’s just that I’m very
protective of him. He’s very weak right now, and very vulnerable, and
I’d never let anything threaten him."

"I understand," Bulma said, nodding. He motioned for her to follow him
again, and she walked with him into the white house. It was dimly lit
by sunlight, but the room inside seemed to have no features. Before
she could comment on this, the ground jolted beneath her. Suddenly she
and Nail were being elevated on a circular platform, similar to the
one on her ship. She waited patiently until the platform came to a halt
on the new level. What she saw left her so astonished that she dared
not speak. Sitting before her was an enormous, old Namek. He had to
have been at least twenty feet high just sitting down! He was covered
with wrinkles too, so much so, in fact, that she couldn’t even make out
his eyes on his face. But aside from that superficial nonsense, there
was something warm and reassuring about him. He reminded her of a
benevolent old grandfather. Bulma could tell right away that this was
a man of kindness. Nail stepped forward toward the immense Namek.

"Saichorou," he said. "This is Bulma. She is the person that we sensed
earlier, and I think that you should meet her. She said some things to
me outside that I really think you should hear."

"Thank you, Nail," Saichorou replied, smiling at Bulma. "I would like
very much to speak with her. If," he added, addressing her, "you don’t
mind, that is."

"No sir," she said, bowing respectfully. "I would be most honored."

"Please," he said warmly. "There’s no need to be so formal. Come a
little closer so that I can see you better."

Bulma obliged, and she walked up to him until she was about five feet
in front of him. "Can you see me all right now?" She asked.

"Yes, that’s much better," he replied. "Thank you. Now, since Nail has
no doubt told you who I am, why don’t you tell me who you are and how
you came to end up on our peaceful planet?"

"I would gladly do so, sir," Bulma said anxiously. "But before I do, I
feel I should warn you that by my being here, you and Nail may be in
danger, and if that’s the case we don’t have much time."

"Well, in that case, why don’t we do this by a faster method, then?"
He said, smiling. "Don’t get so agitated, child. Here. Come let me
place my hand on your head."

Bulma found it exceedingly easy to trust him, so even though she didn’t
know why he wanted to touch her head, she did as he asked. "What are
you doing?" She asked after a few seconds, puzzled by his behavior. Was
this some kind of Namek custom?

Saichorou laughed. "No, this is not a custom of ours," he chuckled. "I
rarely do this."

"You read my mind!" Bulma exclaimed. "Literally!"

Saichorou smiled. "Yes, I did," he replied. "I hope you have no
objections to my invasion of your privacy," he added.

Bulma thought for a second, then smiled back. "Under the circumstances,"
she said, "I’d say it’s the best thing we can do. My privacy will have
to wait. There are many more important things at stake here, and time
is of the essence."

Saichorou nodded. "All right then," he said. "Now just relax and try
not to think any mean thoughts about me."

Bulma almost wanted to laugh. The guy was making jokes to calm her
down! She wished he didn’t have to find out about his people -- his
children, no less -- and how they’d been mercilessly slaughtered. She
hoped he wouldn’t cry. She didn’t know if she’d be able to handle that.
She sighed, and Saichorou removed his hand. Bulma looked up at him
sadly, but to her astonishment, he was actually smiling at her!

"Why...?" She began, not daring to smile back at him.

"I suppose I have a confession to make," he said, seeing her confused
expression. "I already knew that five villages of my people had been
killed by Freeza. And yes, it does sadden me greatly. But on the other
hand, I’m very happy to have learned that you’re so willing to help us.
You’re a person of great bravery and kindness, Bulma. You mustn’t be
so dissatisfied with yourself. You’ve done great things for us, already.
Besides," he added, "I don’t believe that Freeza sent soldiers out to
follow you here. I don’t sense anyone coming our direction from his
compound. We’re not in any more danger than we were when Freeza landed."


"Are you certain?" She asked him. "I’m not really one of Freeza’s
favorites right now, and I’d be willing to bet that he’ll do what he
can to have me captured and killed. Not to mention anyone that tries to
assist me. I’d never forgive myself if I caused you and Nail to fall
into his clutches."

"Well, don’t worry," he said, seeing that she was getting angry with
herself again. "You must realize that if you were able to sense us,
then Freeza must certainly be able to detect us with his scouters. It’s
all a matter of when and if he points them in our direction."

"Well, one thing’s for certain," she sighed. "We can’t let Freeza get
the dragonballs. We can’t let him make his wish, at any cost."

"Yes," Saichorou agreed. "I wouldn’t think that it would be a good
thing to allow Vegita to make his, either. Neither of them should ever
be granted the opportunity to become immortal."

"Yes, but I just don’t know if we can stop them!" Bulma said angrily.
"It will take all of Kuririn, Gohan, Goku, and me to fight Vegita, just
like it did on Earth, but then there’s Freeza to contend with. And he’s
much stronger than Vegita. He’s unimaginably powerful. I can’t believe
such a creature can exist in the universe."

"Well, I can’t make you as powerful as Freeza," Saichorou said slowly,
"but maybe I can help even the odds a little bit. Here, let me put my
hand on your head again."

"Are you going to read my mind again?" She asked him curiously.

"No, I wouldn’t call it that," he replied, smiling. "Reading your ki
would be more appropriate. Ah, yes, here we are... Goodness, child! Do
you have any idea what kind of power you have hidden deep inside you?
Incredible! To have so much energy lying dormant in one person! It’s
simply astounding!"

"What are you talking about?" Bulma asked. "What power? I don’t have
any hidden power. I’ve used my max before. I know how strong I am."

"Oh, but you’re wrong!" Saichorou cried. "And I’ll show you just how
wrong you are! Brace yourself, Bulma. This is going to be quite
intense."

Bulma just gaped at him in disbelief, but all of a sudden a gargantuan
surge of energy hit her all at once, and she cried out in fear and
confusion as the energy wrapped itself around her. More and more came
to join it, from seemingly out of nowhere. Bulma was gasping for
breath, straining to control the huge increase in her ki. It was
incredible! It felt just like she was powering up, except that this
time she was fighting to contain the enormous boost, rather than
release it herself. She struggled violently to hold it in. She was
afraid that if she lost control, she’d explode. After what seemed like
an excruciating eternity, Saichorou withdrew his arm, and Bulma just
stood there, breathing heavily and gazing in wonder at her hands. They
were glowing with new energy and life, just as the rest of her now did.
Her ki aura had a taken on a slightly bluish tint, and was much more
clearly visible than it had ever been. She felt as light as a feather.
She had leaped to a much higher level of strength and ability in only
a few seconds. She just couldn’t see how it was possible. How could she
have had such power hidden away inside her? Bulma tried to guess how
many times over her ki’s intensity had increased, but she was too
lightheaded and giddy to be sure. She looked up at Saichorou with an
expression of confused joy. How could such enormous, amazing power now
belong to her all of the sudden? It didn’t make sense. Saichorou
chuckled as Bulma looked down at her glowing hands again to reassure
herself that what she was feeling was real.

"Your power has increased at least twenty times over," he said. "I dare
say that Freeza will have an even tougher time of keeping up with you
now. I just can’t believe that you had so much undiscovered power!"

"It’s amazing," Bulma breathed excitedly. "I don’t know what to say.
How can I thank you for this?"

Saichorou smiled. "You can think of it as a reward for saving little
Dende," he said. "But to be honest, all I did was awaken that energy.
It was there inside YOU. You only needed to find it."

Bulma just shook her head in disbelief. "I’d never thought that such a
thing was possible," she said. "I mean, I’ve never heard of a fighter
having hidden strength before."

"Actually," Saichorou replied, "it’s not uncommon to find hidden energy
in a fighter. In fact, I haven’t found one yet that didn’t. Nail was
the only one that came close to having all his energy in check."

Bulma’s face brightened even further as she suddenly thought of
something. "Do you think that Gohan and Kuririn might have hidden
powers too?" She exclaimed with bright eyes.

Saichorou thought for a moment. "I believe so," he said. "In fact, I’m
almost sure of it. Unless they’re extremely efficient fighters in total
control of their kis, they are almost bound to have hidden power."

"Do you think that you could do for them what you did for me?" She
exclaimed excitedly.

"If they have dormant energy, then yes, I can awaken it for them," he
replied.

"Yes!!" Bulma exclaimed. "If they get a powerup like mine, then we
won’t even need Goku to beat Vegita! But," she said suddenly, frowning
as she remembered another technicality, "we still won’t be able to
defeat Freeza without him. I doubt if we could defeat Freeza even with
Goku, but we still have to try."

"Do you feel that?" Nail suddenly interjected. "I think someone’s
coming."

"Yes," Saichorou replied. "I sense them too."

"So do I," Bulma said, scanning for a second. There were two kis out
there -- a weak one and a larger one.

"Wait a minute!" Bulma said excitedly, beaming happily as she
recognized the kis. "That’s Kuririn! And I believe he has Dende with
him too!"

"You’re right!" Nail said excitedly. "Saichorou, Dende’s come back to
us!"

"Thank goodness he escaped," Saichorou sighed. "I only wish his brother
and the rest of that village had shared his fate. It’s a terrible thing
for the poor lad to have seen."

"Damn that Freeza!" Bulma said, gritting her teeth. "And it’s not just
your people he’s slaughtered, either! That tyrant! Who knows how many
countless worlds full of people he’s destroyed? We can’t let him win!"

Saichorou put a hand on her shoulder. "Please calm down," he said
soothingly. "Listen to me, Bulma," he said, and she turned around.
"Don’t let anger cloud your judgement," he warned. "It’s good of you
to sympathize with us, but don’t let anger force you to lose sight of
your goal."

"You’re right," she sighed. "I suppose I do get excessively angry at
times. I’ll just have to try harder to control my temper. But by Kami,
it’s hard for me to control my anger when I think of all that Freeza’s
done to you. And all over dragonballs! It’s not right! He has to be
punished!"

"We all have to face judgement sooner or later," Saichorou said.
"Remember that. He’ll face his, just as you’ll face yours. You’re
right. He must be stopped. But keep in mind that you’ll need help. You
can’t do this on your own, Bulma. You’ll need all the help you can get
to win, and it won’t be an easy fight. But we believe in you. And we
know that you’ll do your best. So don’t worry about us. Just focus on
the task at hand, and know that you’re doing what is right."

"Thank you," Bulma said, her eyes glistening with tears. "I promise
that I will try my best. And I know my friends will too. We’ll stop
Freeza! Just wait and see!" She was all fired up now, and she glowed
with a new confidence.

"That’s better," Saichorou sighed. "I know you will. Oh, I think we
have more visitors. Nail, would you please go show them in?"

"Right!" Nail said, as he ran out the door. Bulma grinned happily. She
could sense Kuririn just outside. She couldn’t wait to see him. It
seemed almost as if she hadn’t seen him for days. Hey, wait a minute!
She looked at the date on her watch. It had been days! Five days to be
exact! She marveled at how fast the time had passed during her stay on
Namek. Suddenly she gasped. She had forgotten to tell Kuririn that Goku
was coming! She looked at her watch again. According to her father’s
calculations, Goku should arrive on Namek after about seven more hours.
She’d have to be sure to tell Kuririn that.

When Kuririn walked in, he saw Bulma, and he forgot everything else.
"Bulma!" He exclaimed, rushing up to her and hugging her fiercely.
"Thank Kami you’re alive! We’d almost given up hope!"

"I’m really sorry I made you worry," she said, squeezing him back, and
letting a few tears escape. "There’s so much I need to tell you!"

He stepped back all of a sudden and studied her with a confused look
on his face. "Perhaps you could begin with how on Earth you got so
powerful all of the sudden," he said.

Bulma had nearly forgotten about that in her excitement. "Well," she
began. "I can attribute that to Saichorou here. He said I had a lot of
energy lying dormant inside of me, and then he just released it. I
can’t explain it, but somehow I had enough dormant ki energy to
multiply my power twenty fold."

"Wow!" Kuririn said, grinning eagerly first at Bulma, then at Saichorou.
"Do you realize what this means, Bulma?" He asked her gleefully.
"You’re powerful enough to take on Vegita! The last time I sensed his
ki it was half what yours is now!"

"Are you sure?" Bulma asked in disbelief. "That can’t be right! I mean,
there’s no way I could ever be even equal to him, let alone more
powerful!"

"No, I’m sure of it," Kuririn said, shaking his head. "I know you are,
Bulma! I can sense it!"

"Well, even if that’s so," Bulma said, trying to change the subject,
"it’s one thing to be able to defeat Vegita, but it’s wholly another
to take on Freeza. I’ve sensed him in close range before, Kuririn, and
I know that he’s way above me. Besides," she added. "Vegita won’t be
defeated as easily as you might think. He has a lot of tricks up his
sleeves, you know."

"So do you, Bulma," Kuririn said, chuckling. "So do you."

"Well," Saichorou said, noticing that now would be an ideal time to
interject. "Let me be the first to welcome you to my home, young
warrior. I have learned much about you from Bulma, but I would like to
get to know you better. Would you be so kind as to come stand beside
me and allow me to place my hand on your head?"

Kuririn looked at Bulma with a puzzled expression on his face. She
nodded at him reassuringly. He did as the old Namek asked, and Bulma
sighed happily. Soon Kuririn would be stronger too, and then they
could go get Gohan.

As Saichorou probed Kuririn’s memory, Bulma felt a slight tug on her
gi. She looked down to see Dende staring up at her.

"I want to thank you for what you did for me," he said. "Nail told me
what happened after Kuririn, Gohan, and I left for the cave. I’m sorry
that you had to go through all that."

Bulma smiled warmly at him. "I’m not," she said. "So why should you be?"
She knelt down so that she was at eye level with him. "Dende, you
should know that my friends and I will do everything we possibly can
to save you and the rest of the universe from Freeza. Because of that,
we’re the ones putting ourselves at risk, not you. There’s no need to
apologize for what happened to me because it wasn’t your fault."

Dende smiled, and hugged Bulma tightly around her neck. "I can still
thank you, though, right?" He said, as Bulma hugged him back.

"Sure," she replied softly, patting him on the back. She looked up and
saw Nail smiling at her. She smiled back, and Dende let go of her and
wiped his eyes dry with his sleeve.

Suddenly Bulma heard a cry from Kuririn, and felt a sharp rise in his
ki. She turned to see him getting a boost from Saichorou, and was he
ever amazed! Bulma wondered if her face had exhibited the same nervous
look that was on Kuririn’s now, as he experienced the drastic increase
in power. Finally, Saichorou removed his hand, and Kuririn looked at
his hands in the same manner as Bulma had.

Bulma walked over to Kuririn and touched his shoulder. "How do you
feel?" She asked him.

"Incredibly light and energetic," he exclaimed. "What a rush!"

"Thank you so much for your help, Saichorou," Bulma said, beaming
happily at him. "We have a much greater chance against Freeza, now that
we’re stronger. And don’t worry. We’ll do our best to keep him from
making his wish."

"And Vegita too," Kuririn added. "We’ll make sure that he doesn’t get
his wish either."

"Thank you both," Saichorou said, smiling happily. "I know you will.
Here. This will help you on your quest. Take good care of it, and don’t
let it fall into evil hands." He took a huge orange orb from the top of
his chair, and handed it to Bulma.

"You mean this enormous thing is a dragonball?!" She exclaimed, looking
at the large star inside it to confirm her assumption. "It must be at
least seven times larger than the ones we have on Earth!"

"Well," Saichorou said, grinning at Bulma, "I am a bit larger than
Kami, wouldn’t you agree?"

"Oh, well, I uh... didn’t mean that you were that, uh…" Bulma stuttered,
blushing in embarrassment at what she had insinuated. She hadn’t meant
to imply that Saichorou was too fat, but that was certainly what it had
sounded like.

Saichorou chuckled. "Calm down, Bulma. You can say it. The simple fact
is that I am very, very old. And as we Nameks grow older strange things
happen to our bodies. Anyway, you should know as well as anyone that a
person’s true self can’t be seen by appearance alone."

"Yes, that’s very true," she mused, thinking of how she had
underestimated so many a fighter because of his appearance. Perhaps
she had a few things to learn.

"Now," Saichorou said, "I suggest you go get Gohan and bring him here.
I may be able to release new power in him as well, and you’ll want
every advantage you can get."

"Right!" Bulma and Kuririn said in unison. They waved goodbye to
Saichorou, Nail, and Dende, and ran outside.

"Lead the way to the cave, Kuririn," Bulma said, once they were outside.
"I have absolutely no idea where it is, and I’ll tell you why on the
way there." She tucked the dragonball under her arm and they took off.
Bulma began telling him the events of the past few days as they sped
away. It would take her the entire trip to tell him everything that had
happened, plus what was going on with Goku.


On to Chapter Thirteen...