Blecker x Dragonball

Emergency! Bulma's specisl mission

As the others were out engaging the Ginyu Force, an alarm back at base caught Bulma's attention. By the time she ran out to investigate, she only saw a retreating Frieza Force soldier carrying one of Cross's external components.

Quickly, she ran to her friend, asking her to assess the damage. Her heart sank as she realized that her own curiosity had led to the exposed organs. Cross was now on borrowed time; once her batteries ran out, she would die. Cross revealed another startling truth: she was not alive in the traditional sense. Some time ago, she was created as a clone. While she was tougher than most of the clones she had made before, she was not as tough as the original. Should she properly die, she would not go to the afterlife; she would simply cease to exist.

Bulma could not wait for the others to return. She needed to recover the parts, and she needed to recover them now. So she hatched a diabolical plan. One that, to her mind, seemed logical and fair. She broke Cross down into parts in an attempt to make sure she used as little energy as possible to preserve her critical components. With all the parts removed, she built a suit of battle armor and gave chase.

It was not easy. She was heading straight to Frieza's mothership, but she had Cross's chromatic armor, allowing her to go invisible, and she had Cross's weapon systems, allowing her to defend herself from the lower-level guards. Eventually, she reached the heart of the ship, where the scientists were studying the part. There, she began her tirade about how these alien thieves were killing a dear friend. The part was not just some piece of equipment, but the heart of Cross. Without it, her batteries would die, and with them, so would she.

The life of a single alien life form mattered nothing to the scientists, so they ignored her. She fought her way past their guards to recover the part. As she held it in her hands, or rather the armored bits of Cross covering her hands, it finally sank in. For all her bluster, she was no different from them—looking at a friend brimming with advanced technology and ignoring the morality as she took her apart for her own ends.

As she rushed back, Bulma hoped Cross would forgive her foolishness. She promised she would never do this ever again.

As Bulma got to work repairing Cross and hooking her heart back up to her systems, she apologized profusely, regularly promising she would not be so selfish ever again. Cross simply accepted it and held no ill will against her. Still, Bulma hated herself. Even if Cross had forgiven her, she had not forgiven herself. This was her friend, after all, the one who had helped them immensely during the arrival of the Saiyans. In such a short time, Bulma had ignored the fact that Cross was a living being—her friend and fellow inventor—and had simply been obsessed with the advanced technology before her, cataloging it, noting it, duplicating it. The Frieza scientists at least had the excuse that they had no concept of Cross as a person. All they knew was the giant dragon mech. Bulma should have known better, and she didn't. She would not forgive herself so easily.

In all honesty, Cross was trying to be the bigger person. She did feel uneasy having Bulma as her pilot from this point forward. After Bulma put the parts back in place and Cross returned to her 250-foot form, Cross decided it was time to stop being just a machine. With her new ability to store excess mass, she shrank down to a more human size, though she kept a dragon-like appearance. Then she set off to help the others with the Ginyu Force.