Goku had long worked to become the best. He'd trained, he'd fought, he'd even defended Earth a few times, and he'd collected the Dragon Balls with his friends. One such friend was Bulma Briefs. She'd run into him years ago and she'd run into him again at the 23rd World Tournament. When she'd seen him last he was young but now he was taller. He'd finally and properly grown into his own. Not only that but his power had grown too as he fought and beat Tienshenhan who had proved to be a worthy opponent after beating him last time. Piccolo was the strongest among them though and the battle had decided much more than the fate of just the championship. At the end of it all, however, the arena was destroyed but Goku was the champion. He'd celebrated with a hearty meal during which time he realized he didn't have a place to stay. After a conversation Bulma agreed to host him at her place and he was fine with that. She'd enticed him into it saying she had some ideas for training devices and he was in before she could blink twice almost. Fighting was basically his world.
And now here he was. He'd only been staying there for a few days now if that. Most of his time was spent doing his normal routine of waking up, eating, training, eating, training, resting for a little bit, training, and so on. He was almost scarily good at refining his form. It wasn't that he didn't relax, he did, but unless Bulma wanted his attention for something he was often training or thinking about it more than doing anything else. Today, however, was going to be exciting. Bulma had told him she was working on something and he was eager to find out. Considering how smart she was he knew it was going to be amazing. How much better was he going to be able to train?
He was dressed as he always was in his Hermit style Gi. It was hard to break the habit and he was just comfortable in it. It was flexible and gave him plenty of room of motion. Beyond that he could just wash it easily with a dip in the water if he needed to. Sure they had machines for that but he didn't think about that too much. Goku had always been pretty free spirited so he was still used to just flying all over the place, going to new areas, training, and coming back. It was just a part of who he was. But if she'd made some kind of training device for him then, well, he had a reason to stick around more during the day didn't he? He scratched his head as he waited for Bulma to lead him in or tell him what he should be excited for. Just what was it? At this point, and it had only been a moment since she'd told him that it was basically ready, he was already eager to try it and the smile on his face said that.<|im_end|>
Bulma had spent the last few months plotting a scheme for Goku. Now, it wasn't something nefarious. It also wasn't something that she would be unafraid to tell Goku about, as she had no reason to do anything like that to him. No, her scheme was centered around getting Son Goku's attention. She never thought that Goku would have grown into such a hunk but he had. No longer was he the monkey-like boy, he was a man, and what a man he was. He was decidedly not an easy target for romance. Romance was something that he was completely unaware of, as he had told Bulma in the past few months that he thought marriage was something you ate. His knowledge of affection seemed to be whoever fed him the best dinner or who could throw the hardest punch. Bulma, although she wasn't helpless, certainly couldn't throw a punch like him. So, her tactics had to lie somewhere in the middle of the two. Playing off his love of food, his love of training and everything else.
A training device was something that she had thought about for years. It was at first an idea to get Goku to stay in one place so he wouldn't cause too much trouble, even if it might upset her mom and dad having him stay at Capsule Corp for too long. Which was fair, as Goku might have broken some things if he was left to his own devices there. Goku was better behaved around Bulma, at least she thought so. He wasn't as crazy at the very least and she had the fire in her spirit to hold him back if he did anything wrong. Which was more than possible with how clueless Goku was and how clueless he seemed to stay. If anyone hadn't changed at all, it was Goku.
Bulma was fashionable as always, even if she seemed to change her look every few weeks. Today, she had decided to wear something casual. A lab coat draped over her body, though it was wrinkled in a few areas, telling Goku that she probably hadn't decided to iron it. She was wearing a light green tank top underneath, which showed some midriff. There also was a generous amount of cleavage to the outfit. Goku was clueless but even he would notice a rack like that, right? She hoped, otherwise part of the plan had already failed. When Goku arrived, she ran into place and waved over at him.
Hey, come on in, Goku. Sorry for keeping you waiting, I was just doing the finishing touches on your gift. So, lets hop right in and see whats happening, okay? Bulma said with a friendly smile, though she had a different tone of voice than usual. Slower, more focused on Goku himself.<|im_end|>