"My heart goes shalalala ..." it was half past seven in the morning. In a good mood, Bulma swept through the living room of the Capsule Corporation with the vacuum cleaner and kept throwing a few scrutinizing looks at Son-Goku, who was lying on the couch with tense facial features and tossing himself wildly back and forth in his sleep. "Shalala in the morning" she grinned underhandedly as she deliberately brought the device in her hands close to her friend and fingered his ceiling.
The hoped-for reaction was of course not long in coming.
"Bulma!" As if stung by a tarantula, the young Saiyajin opened his eyes and jumped up.
The earth woman's grin only widened. It was always a lot of fun to wake up this late riser. She looked closely at her watch. "It's seven thirty, my friend", she remarked reproachfully, "And now we get up.""Got up?" he repeated incredulously. "Half past eight? It's still in the middle of the night."
"The morning hour has gold in its mouth," his girlfriend countered, "You shouldn't have turned yesterday night back into day, then there would be no problems now"
Groaning, Son-Goku ran his way through his thick black hair and slowly let his mind wander towards the evening before. As always, Bulma was right, of course - he had to admit that. He and Trunks had really gone wild when they celebrated the beginning of the new year with all the noise as if there was no tomorrow.
"I'm still tired," he whined helplessly and hoped for mercy, "I'll die if you don't let me mumble."
“Mummeln?” Bulma laughed in amusement. She had heard a lot of terms for "sleeping", but mumbling was still alien to her. "Nothing there. Now you get up. Trunks is already awake."
"This nerd" grumbling, Son-Goku finally had to admit defeat."I'll pay him home for that. Old traitor."
"You should take an example from him and .." the sudden, shrill doorbell tore Bulma from her prospective speech and annoyed she switched off the vacuum cleaner "When I get back, are you clear on your feet?"
The young Saiyajin nodded politely and no sooner had she disappeared from his field of vision than he was lying for a long time again.

"Come on, come on," the blue-haired woman chased through the many different rooms of the building before she finally reached the door outside. But when she opened it and saw who was coming to visit her, she paused.
In front of her was a girl, around 17-19 years old. It had pitch-black, shoulder-length hair, which was untamed and tangled over its shoulders, and it had bright green eyes from which it looked closely at the Earth Woman. The stranger had a garzile, but still muscular figure, which she emphasized with a red, sleeveless top, which perfectly exposed the hard abdominal muscles.She also wore black baggy pants and knee-high white boots.
"Am I right here with letters?" - the voice sounded firm and self-confident and did not tolerate any contradiction. The longer Bulma looked at her, the more uncomfortable she became.
"Y..yes, you're right here," she stammered awkwardly. "W..what do you want?"
"May I come in?" came the bold counter-question "I'm already standing here with my legs in my stomach"
"Wait ... mo..ment .. Who are you anyway" the blue-haired woman tried to be strong and collected, but in vain. She was afraid, she had to admit that "May I find out?"
"Davina" came the confident answer, "My name is Davina. You all right?" the black-haired woman looked around briefly. Her eyes resembled those of a wild animal and only made Bulma shiver even more.
"A ... well ... good. Come on in," she finally allowed. She knew she had no other choice. Who knew what else this Davina would have done.She came over so resolutely and ice cold that you could almost have the impression of standing opposite Vegeta. Bulma winced. Only now did the strangers look on her - like the prince of the Saiyajin cut from the face.