"WHOA-OOF!" You yell just as you hit the hard tiled floor. You stand up rubbing your sore knee and head...and everything else. "Ow.....Wait a second..." you think you recognize this place! (Capsule Corp.) And you definitely recognize the blue haired beauty working on something at a lab table a few feet away from you.

"Oh my gosh....Is that....Bulma?" You grin widely as you stride toward her confidently. You walk up to the lab table and say, "Hi Bulma!" You say it as though you've known her all your life. Bulma looks up, "Who are you? How'd you get in? Don't make me call security on your butt!" Bulma says standing up.

Just then your gaze shifts to her sneaker clad feet. You know Bulma probably doesn't get very much rest in between the running for her life and the working on ingenious inventions. So that would make her feet very much to your liking.

Your brain hatches an idea, "Doctor Brief called and ordered you a foot massage! Said something about you being so hard working that you deserve some special treatment..." You cross your fingers hoping that this works.

Bulma stares at you for a second, then drops whatever she's doing and pulls her chair out from behind the table. You grab a chair for yourself and sit down in front of her as she reaches down and unties her sneakers.

Once her shoes are off a cheesy vinegary scent fills the air, Bulma must be one hard worker! "I'm gonna take my socks off so I can get the full affect of the massage!" Bulma said lifting her foot up in the air, right in front of your face. You see that the sock is plastered to her foot with sweat as she rolls the sock off and tosses it behind her with a girlish sigh.

After her other sock comes off....