Saiyan Legacy: A New Dawn

Chapter 10: Trouble in Town

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The sun was high as Goku, Bulma, Oolong, and you cruised into town on the hovercar, with Yamcha and Puar following close behind in their own vehicle. The air was thick with tension, not just from the relentless bickering between Bulma and Oolong but also from the eerie quiet that had fallen over the town. You could feel it as you entered—the way people seemed to avoid making eye contact, casting nervous glances at Bulma, especially as the car came to a stop at a gas station.

"I don't know why you're so upset," Oolong grumbled, crossing his arms. "You always think you're right."

"Because I am right, Oolong!" Bulma snapped, rolling her eyes. "Unlike some people, I actually know what I'm doing."

Goku, ever oblivious, jumped out of the hovercar, stretching his arms above his head. "Let's get some gas," he said, his tone cheerful, as if nothing strange was happening.

The gas station owner hurried over, looking pale as a ghost. His eyes darted nervously toward Bulma, who was distracted, checking her reflection in the car window. After a brief, tense silence, the owner filled the tank, mumbling, "On the house... Just, uh, take it and go."

You frowned, wondering what on earth had gotten into everyone. Bulma, oblivious to the strange behavior, simply shrugged and gestured for you to follow her. "Come on," she said. "Let's go shopping."

As you wandered through the streets, the townspeople seemed to actively avoid crossing paths with Bulma, their eyes wide with what looked like fear. It was baffling, and you exchanged a bewildered glance with her as you strolled past.

"Hmm, something doesn't feel right." you said. "Why is everyone acting so weird?"

Bulma shrugged. "Maybe they're intimidated by my brilliance," she said with a smirk. But you could tell she was just as confused as you were.

Soon, the two of you came across a shop selling Dyno Capsules. Bulma's eyes lit up at the sight of the familiar gadgets, and she hurried inside, dragging you along. The shopkeeper, an older man with wide eyes and a nervous twitch, stood behind the counter.

"I'll take $100 worth of capsules," Bulma said, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

The man stared at her for a moment, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Uh... s-sure," he stammered, handing her the capsules without taking a single zeni in return. "N-no charge. Just... please leave."

Bulma raised an eyebrow but pocketed the capsules with a smile. "Well, that was easy," she said as you both stepped back out into the street.

"I don't know, Bulma," you murmured. "I have a weird feeling about this."

You barely had time to dwell on the weirdness before Bulma spotted a clothing store and dragged you inside. While she perused the racks, still wearing her bunny ears from a few adventures ago, you noticed the shopkeeper watching her cautiously, his eyes narrowing every time she moved.

Eventually, Bulma found a mirror and gasped. "Oh, my God! I'm still wearing these?" She snatched the bunny ears off her head, glaring at her reflection as if the ears had personally offended her.

The shopkeeper's reaction was immediate. "Wait... you're not with the Rabbit Mob?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Bulma frowned in confusion. "Who?"

"The Rabbit Mob! They've been terrorizing this town for ages!" The shopkeeper's voice was growing louder, his fear now mixed with anger. "I thought you were one of them! Get out of my store!"