None other than one Bulma Briefs

"Faster, Turtle!" Goku urged his friend on.

"I'm going as fast as I can," Turtle panted, "You're not exactly light, you know."

They had been at sea for what seemed like hours. Goku knew that it was quite a distance from the mainland and was painfully missing the ability to use Nimbus at the moment. The magic cloud could've flown across the sea in mere minutes, but here the monkey boy was stuck riding on a slow as shit sea turtle. Not that he'd say that to his friend's face. Man, if only he could fly!

But eventually, Goku began to see land take shape on the horizon. First as a fuzzy line that became mountains as they got closer, and then a beach. As they drew closer, Goku saw a figure standing on the beach....

Bulma was getting really impatient. That turtle told her to wait on this beach while he went and got his Master, some old geezer called Roshi for her reward. If it weren't for the fact that he might have one of the Dragon Balls she was searching for, she would've already left. She only had until the end of summer vacation before it was back to school to finish up her senior year. Still, it was kind of amazing how easy this had all been so far. She was expecting to have a much harder time looking for these magic orbs, but the Radar she'd invented really had trivialized her search.

Not that it's been that easy either. Honestly, so far the easiest one had been the Two-Star Ball she'd found in her basement. The Five-Star Ball she'd found in a cave to the north of West City came at the cost of one of her skirts when it caught on a rock formation. Luckily no one had been around to see her panties on full display, but it was embarrassing nonetheless. Although, thinking back on it now, the situation did turn Bulma on. The idea of a single piece of of clothing protecting her modesty from the world was just... Bulma shook her head, not wanting to pursue that line of thought, scared of where it would lead her. The last thing she wanted was to become some sort of loose woman.

The last Ball she obtained, the Four-Star, had been in the possession of another geezer, Gohan. She tried to convince him to part with it with a little sex appeal, but she underestimated just how dried up his sex drive was. So she had to talk to him instead. For Kami's sake, she felt like she was constantly being judged with his soul-piercing stare. When he asked what she wanted to wish for, she couldn't possibly tell him that she wanted the perfect boyfriend, so she told a little fib: she wanted a field of strawberries that always produced fruit, even in winter. It wasn't entirely false, it's what her wish was initially, until she began to consider the possible ramifications and consequences of a young lady travelling the world alone and pined for a strong man to protect her. Judging from the look that Gohan gave her, he didn't believe her, but gave the ball to her anyways on the stipulation that she return and tell him about her adventure afterwards.

On her way from Gohan's place, Bulma needed to make a pit stop and had pulled away from the road to answer nature's call when she was beset upon by a pterodactyl. She had been caught with her panties down, literally. Luckily, she had the presence of mind to have a weapon on her person when it happened. Firing a machine gun with piss running down her thighs was not an experience she was keen to revisit anytime soon. It also served to drive further home the notion of just how alone she was on her journey. Just how much further could she push this journey on her own? How long until she ended up dead or worse?

Bulma sighed as she drew doodles in the sand with a stick. Maybe she should call the whole thing off? She wasn't too far away from home yet, she could just turn around and try again with back-up. Maybe she could convince her sister's friend Jaco to help? The Galactic Patrol had to help citizens in need, right?

Just as she thought that, however, she saw something on the horizon. Pulling out a pair of binoculars, she saw the turtle she transported here this morning when it had knocked on the door of her portable Capsule Corp home. He had asked her for some salt water, which she gladly provided, and a ride back home. She was against it at first until she realized that there was a Dragon Ball off in that direction anyways. When she showed one to the sea animal, he told her that his Master might have one. Hopefully, he'd be willing to part with it. She took out her Dragon Radar and activated it.

"Aha, I knew it!" She shouted and jumped up excitedly, all anxieties forgotten. Sure enough, the electromagnetic signature of a Dragon Ball had gotten closer and it was getting even closer as she watched, "He does have one!"

She looked through her binoculars again, looking at the figure riding the turtle. He looked nothing like how the animal had described Roshi. For one thing, he had a full head of spiky black hair. It had to be his grandson or something. He was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and Bermuda shorts, like most islanders wore in these parts. But there, hung around his neck was the Three-Star Dragon Ball! Bulma grinned, some young guy had to be easier to convince than some old geezer, right? He owed her for helping his friend anyways, right? Also, he looked pretty strong and strapping, too. Could she possibly convince him to be her bodyguard? Bulma considered her options as she continued to watch their approach.