Dragon Ball Z: Paradise Found

Mother And Child Against The Universe

"Hey, you pull that Bechixian six-cutter out and put it back where it belongs!" Bulma pointed at a confused alien grunt in a sleeveless shirt that did little to restrain his gelatinous body structure. The face of the slumping muscle-head looked like that of a blobfish while the rest of his slurpy body didn't look that much better either.

"Uh... I don't know what you're talking about, Earthling woman..." the flustered behemoth stuffed his hand halfway into his slimy head in an attempt to snuggle his consciousness into oblivion before Bulma stood up and reached over the table to yank on a card that was stuck to the slimy secretions of the alien's skin under his forearm.

"I knew I had a pair..." Bulma nodded and reached out for the Ultimate Dragon Ball that laid on the table as a part of her bet with the Wormhole Slice gang.

"What are you doing, Earthling?" a humanoid, feminine alien of a fiendish appearance and bat-like wings grabbed hold of Bulma's hand halfway. "You've lost the game. Now hand us your ship and beg that we let you and that runt son of yours leave this station alive. We could just as easily keep you around as free hands to tend to our ship."

"How dumb do you think I am?" Bulma yanked her hand out from the alien's hold after letting go of the Ultimate Dragon Ball so that the fiendish alien let go of it and placed her hands over her hips. "I've seen more than enough of this simple game to know how it's played. The first player to count up to twenty arms wins, right? Well, I've got a pair of Bechixian six-cutters, both of which have six arms each, which count up to twelve. My opponent here has Fortexlon that has six tentacles branching out from their body and a Babarian with two arms–since I was the last one to play a card, I've counted up to twenty arms."

"Tentacles don't count!" a pink, armless alien that looked like someone had roughly sculpted him from stone rumbled. "We would have normally kept playing but since you've got to be so uptight about it, I think we'll just treat it as you giving up and take your ship, anyway!"

"You guys... When King Vegeta hears about this!" Bulma stomped her foot in wrath, grinding her teeth.

"Huh? King Vegeta, the King of Saiyans? That guy's a has-been. No one's seen him showing his face off-planet for an entire year. He's chickened out from keeping justice in his domain so we do whatever we want!" the gelatinous powerhouse of the Wormhole Slice gang slammed his fists on the table, breaking it in half and sticking all the cards onto the slimy surface of his body. As the alien absorbed the cards into his body, they sizzled and dissolved, with the Ultimate Dragon Ball being the only hard subject that didn't disintegrate in moments.

"You dumbass, you're digesting all our Vegebucks!" the fiendish alien woman scolded her oafish compatriot.

"Oh... Sorry, I guess we'll actually have to take this woman and her punk son with us to work off this debt in Vegebucks. Just her ship won't do anymore..." the gelatinous alien proclaimed as a toddler-sized boy walked into the room holding the shell of a Maihaku fruit with a straw sticking out from it.

"Are we done yet, mom?" little Trunks wondered. "I wanna train with my dad already!"

"Train with his dad? Look at this little runt. I've never heard Earthlings being so feisty at such an age," the limbless, sculpted alien spat out sweet-tasting and almond-smelling dust in the air as he voiced his observation. "Judging from his speech, he only must have learned to talk a few months ago, and he's already itching to go for it."

"That's good, we have plenty of work for him to do on our ship!" the fiendish alien woman beamed rows of razor-sharp teeth at little Trunks, playfully strutting up to him and leaning down. She stretched out a long tongue from her mouth to lick the boy's cheek. Her lawn green slobber bubbled at the tip of the tongue of the female alien.