It only took me another half hour to reach West City, and like thirty seconds at most to find Capsule Corp and make my way over to it. Bulma herself was an easy find; her power may be minuscule, but the original had memorized it long ago, and I knew it from inheriting his memories. And as luck would have it, she was out on a familiar balcony, lying down in a lawn chair, enjoying the cool breeze of the darkening sky. I had to admit, the darkening skyline of this world was really beautiful; I could easily see the stars despite being in a really advanced place like West City.
Hello, hottie!
To be fair, she wasn't wearing anything really out there—not even a bikini, to my disappointment, despite the lovely weather. But this is Bulma in the early Saiyan Saga, just after Raditz. She was wearing her typical white short shorts and a blue tube top that left quite a lot of cleavage on display. Hovering about thirty meters above her, I took the time to indulge in a little teenage voyeurism and just take in her lovely and quite big breasts.
Man, what size were they? I know for a fact she was a 34C at sixteen years old, both from the original's memories and from Jordan's, when she outright stated as much to the disguised Oolong early on in canon. Either way, I don't feel the least bit guilty for perving on her, no matter what memories I have. She is, after all, at this point in time, twenty-eight if I remember right. She's even a bit older than Jordan, who's the oldest person I have memories from.
Honestly, I can totally see why Yamcha is salty about losing her. 'Cause she is grade A gorgeous, even with a totally unflattering bob hairstyle. Gotta admit, I prefer her with long hair. I wonder if she still has that Playboy bunny outfit she got from Oolong? I'll have to ask her at some point. 'Cause, I mean, if I ever get the chance, I'll totally tap that. Both Yamcha and Vegeta can suck it.
After about five minutes of perving on her, I got kind of bored, so I decided to just descend and land on the balcony. Checking out her tits is fun and all, but it kinda loses its appeal when you can't just give 'em a good little grope. I mean, I could, but I'd be put under the same label as old pervy Roshi and Oolong. And that I do not want; that is a club nobody should ever want to join.
It wasn't until I set the pod down and the balcony shook a little from the weight that Bulma realized something was amiss. She jumped with a little shriek of fright from the sudden, albeit small, impact—it did wondrous things to her chest—and then looked at me with wide, gaping blue eyes, shock coloring her features.
"Oh my god," Bulma gasped, clutching at her chest with one hand. "Yamcha really wasn't kidding when he said Kami freaking cloned Goku!"
"No, I suppose he wasn't," I replied simply with a smirk. It was hard not to feel kind of conceited when I'm pretty much the strongest person on this mud ball, and I'd been just gleefully perving on her without anyone that could stop me.
...Oh hell. That sounds terrible. It makes me sound like some kind of sex offender when I was just browsing for a bit, really. I seriously hope this doesn't affect my karma when I die. I hope killing Tao was such a good deed in saving people in the long run that it will offset this kind of thing.
Note to self: Go around and save some planets or something. I need hero karma for when I die. Also, extra note to myself, now that I'm thinking about it: Confirm if King Yemma's fruit is real or not when I die. Those things could be a major boon to me, considering they supposedly doubled the consumer's overall power.
Apparently getting over her shock at seeing me, Bulma made her way over to me and curiously started to poke and prod at me. "Geez, if Goku was still the same age, I really wouldn't be able to tell you apart at all," she hummed in amazement. "Well...besides the scouter, that is," she continued, looking at my face and pursing her lips.
"Looks like you really do remember your memories from before Goku hit his head as well, if you've already found his—or...well, your—space pod," the blue-haired woman concluded. Her voice sounded tense for a moment, before a wide grin broke out across her face and she surged forward, her arms wrapping around my shoulders, and my head being smothered in the soft sensation of her abundant cleavage. My nose was assaulted by a pleasant vanilla fragrance. "This is amazing! We've practically got two Gokus now!"
Yeah, this is freaking amazing! Her boobs are huge and feel amazing!
I was tempted—oh, so tempted—to grasp a quick handful. Honestly, I could do it so fast she probably wouldn't even realize I'd done it. But before I could, she pulled back, practically hopping in excitement as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a familiar green-screened device: Raditz's scouter.
"Yamcha was freaking out about how strong you are when he called me like a wimp. I gotta see how you measure up with Roshi and Krillin!"
Beep beep. As soon as she put the scouter on, characters began flashing across the little green screen before stopping on a four-digit number, which I could tell even from the other side of it. Bulma gasped in amazement, and why shouldn't she? I'm pretty amazing, after all.
"Holy hell, your power is reading at 1,638! That's like more than ten Roshi's put together!"
Well, yeah, my power has risen a little through just flying around and carrying this space pod. The 7,500 pounds of weight that my gi weighs isn't just for show, and the pod itself has to weigh a good few hundred alone as well. But wait, is Roshi a measuring system now?
Like, is Vegeta gonna go... "He's over 9,000!...Roshi's!"
Despite myself, I snorted a little bit, even with how corny and ridiculous it sounded.