“Cute,” Bulma said. But her heart hammered.
“Because it’s personal,” Yamamoto hissed. “A fan-fiction of the soul. I collected three. The Echo of Goku’s reckless hunger. The Echo of Piccolo’s isolation. And the Echo of your vanity, Bulma. Your desperate need to be the smartest in any room.” Bulma Adventure 4 -YamamotoDoujinshi-
Bulma sat in the dark for a long moment, then pulled out her phone. She texted Vegeta: “Cute,” Bulma said
The third was… herself. A Bulma made of fractured mirrors, her eyes two ticking clocks. This echo pointed a finger, and Bulma’s scanner display scrambled, then displayed a single line: “You already lost. You just don’t know it yet.” “A fan-fiction of the soul
The Capsule Corporation hover-car hummed low over a sea of clouds, the last sliver of sun bleeding orange across the horizon. Bulma Briefs, heiress to the world’s largest tech fortune, tapped her fingernail against a faded, water-stained data chip. It had arrived in a locked box, no return address, just a single character etched into the metal: 山 (Yama).
“Dr. Briefs,” the ghost-image of Dr. Yamamoto said. His voice was a recording, but it felt alive. “If you’re seeing this, the others are dead. Or worse, they’ve become… comfortable. Tell me, does your Saiyan husband still fight? Or has peace made him fat?”