The pig just huffed and said, "My name is Oolong."
"My name's Goku," the little boy smiled.
"Oolong? What kind of name is that?" Bulma asked.
"It's a good name, girlie!!"
"Sounds like a tea," Rina commented.
"Listen, I don't have to take this abuse," he said dusting himself off.
"We're trying to find all seven Dragonballs. Do you wanna come with us?" Goku invited.
"Goku!!! I don't want some pig around me!" Bulma scolded.
"Rina?"
"Me either. He can shape-shift, and he tried to take our Dragonballs!!"
"Ah, come on. I'm sure he won't try to do anything else, would ya Mr. Oolong?"
"No, you have my word on it."
"Yeah, you better check to see if his fingers are crossed," Bulma stated as her blood began to boil. 'First my little sister shows up, then we pick up this monkey boy who's about as bright as a burnt-out light bulb, and now he's invited a smelly ol' pig along!!!'
The pig offered to take them to find the other Dragonballs in his van. This way, they could all travel together and Goku wouldn't have to be worried about getting killed due to Bulma's driving.
"This is pretty nice," Rina commented.
"See, I'm not so bad, after all."
"I don't know about that. You're just being nice because you're afraid of Rina and Goku," Bulma barked as she got in.
"You're just being nice because you're afraid of Rina and Goku," he mocked her.
"Wake me up when we get to the next Dragonball," Bulma demanded before lying down on a couch. Goku joined Rina in the passenger seat of the van as Oolong drove along.
"Seriously, where does a little girl like you get that kind of power?" "I don't know. I've just always had it."
"You mean you were born with it?
"Yep. I can't control it always, though. When I get really angry or scared, my powers are incredibly destructive."
'Note to self: Don't piss off the little girl,' Oolong thought.
"Well now, what is that thing you have in your hands, Goku?"
"It's a . . . what do you call it?"
"A Dragon bleeper. My sister invented it," Rina said as she pointed to a sleeping Bulma.
"She's your sister? How do you put up with that mouth?"
"It's not easy, but you get used to it," she laughed.

After a few hours of driving, Oolong announced, "Well, kids, I think we're gonna call it a night." He pulled over to the side and turned the ignition off. "Goku, you can sleep on that couch, Rina you can have the bed upstairs, and I'll take the floor."
"Mr. Oolong, if it's all the same to you, I'll sleep with Rina," Goku stated.
"Huh?!" He raised an eyebrow.
"He can't sleep on couches. Been there, done that. Besides, Mr. Pervert, we're just five years old," she smirked at him.
'She's a thirty year old inside a five year old's body!' He laughed to himself.
"Come on, Goku. Let's get to sleep." Goku told Oolong goodnight, then followed Rina up the ladder. She flicked the light switch on to find tonz of posters of almost nude girls on the walls .
"What are those things?" Goku asked.
"They're women, Goku. Hang on, I'll be back," Rina said as steam started to come out of her ears. "Listen here, Mr. Smutty!!! Don't you at least think you could've warned us about all the girly posters up there?" Rina exclaimed as she descended the ladder.
"Shh!! You'll wake up that big-mouthed sister of your's. Okay, I'll go take them down."
"You've probably scarred Goku for life," she noted following him up the stairs.
"He'll be okay. He's a red-blooded boy."
"Did you ever see a boy with a tail?" She asked as she saw Goku looking very strangely at the posters.
"Sorry, kid, but the morality police is making me take these down," Oolong said as he got upon a chair and started to take them down.
"Huh?" He scratched his head.
"Never mind, Goku. Just hurry up, pig!" Rina demanded.
"Now I know why you can stand your sister; you're just like her!" He yelled.
"We'll be having bacon for breakfast tomorrow morning if you don't shut-up and get those filthy pictures down!!!!"
'You didn't read your notes, Oolong. First note: Don't piss off the little girl.' "Sorry. There's the last one," he dusted his hands off as he got down from the chair.
As Oolong made his way down the stairs, the two children got ready for bed.
"Why did he have all those pictures up?" Goku asked.
"Some men like looking at women."
"Will I like to look at women when I'm a man?"
"Well, there's always hope," she said before turning the light off.
'I doubt you'll even know what a woman is, Goku,' she laughed to herself.
"Goodnight, Rina."
"Goodnight, Goku."

The next morning, Bulma awoke to the sound of Oolong sniveling.
"What's going on?" She yawned. As she got up to look out the window, she noticed that her bag with the Dragonballs were missing. "That little two-timer!!! I'll make pork chops out of his sorry, little ass!" she screamed as she looked out the window to find a tall, handsome young man, holding Oolong up by the shirt collar. "Oh, my! He's gorgeous!!!" she squealed as shestarted to put on her makeup and fix her hair. She didn't even notice that the young man had her bag with the Dragonballs.
Bulma opened the van door and walked slowly to where Oolong and the young man were standing. "Hi there!" She said in a flirty tone.
"Bulma!!!! Go wake up Goku and Rina!!!" Oolong choked. The young man turned around and his face went all googily. There was a little flying cat hovering above his head.
"My name is Bulma," she said giddily.
"M-m-m . . . gotta go!" He exclaimed as he dropped Oolong and the bag. He also grabbed the little cat before getting on his motorcycle and heading out.
"Oh shoot!!! Now I'll never know his name," Bulma pouted as she placed her hands upon her hips.
"You won't want to know his name, Bulma," Oolong said barely getting to his feet.
"And just why is that, ye who sneaks out with MY Dragonballs."
"He's Yamcha, the desert bandit."

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