"Hey, old man, do you know where the bathroom is?" Son Goku spotted an elderly man passing by and thought he looked a lot like his grandpa, so he went over to ask for directions. Despite his urgent need to pee, the little boy was still polite.
"Oh, what a clean-cut little boy... The bathroom? Right over there." The old man, his hair and beard completely white, smiled at Son Goku and pointed to a public restroom not far away.
"Ah! Saved! Thanks, old man!" Son Goku grinned in relief and bolted toward the restroom like a gust of wind, kicking up a breeze that blew right into the old man's face.
"My, oh my... That little rascal runs fast..." The old man adjusted his crooked glasses in shock, only to watch in horror as Son Goku dashed straight into the women's side without a second thought. (Most public restrooms followed the standard: men on the left, women on the right.)
Once inside, Son Goku couldn't find any place to pee—just two rows of closed stalls. Frantic, he looked around before yanking open one of the doors with a panicked "Ahh!" He was way past holding it in. Face flushed red, he immediately undid his white cloth belt and pulled out—
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!"
Bulma, who had been unwrapping something while squatting on the toilet, nearly had a heart attack when the stall door was slammed open. And to her absolute horror, the boy who barged in started pulling his pants down!
Her scream made her fumble—the half-unwrapped item slipped from her fingers and plopped straight into the toilet. Without thinking, Bulma yanked her skirt down at lightning speed, pressing herself flat against the stall wall like her life depended on it.
PSSSSHHHH—
A golden arc of liquid shot out, landing squarely in Bulma's unflushed toilet.
Son Goku, finally relieved after holding it in for so long, let out a happy sigh. Then he noticed the purple-haired girl cowering in the corner by the toilet and tilted his head.
"Hey, who are you?"
"I SHOULD BE ASKING YOU THAT!!!" Bulma transformed into a fanged demon, spinning around to roar—only to immediately slam her face back into the wall the second she saw Son Goku's bare butt still peeing. "PUT YOUR PANTS BACK ON, YOU LITTLE PERV!!!"
"I'm not done yet!" Son Goku pouted. After holding it for so long, he couldn't just stop mid-stream! "Besides, my grandpa said boys and girls are different. You're a girl, I'm a boy—why'd you come in here while I'm peeing?"
"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO BARGED IN, YOU IDIOT!!!" Bulma snarled, baring her teeth again before immediately hiding her face back in the wall. She wanted to cry. Here she was—the genius daughter of Capsule Corporation's president, a twelve-year-old prodigy inventor—and today... TODAY she had to suffer this humiliation at the hands of some country bumpkin brat!
This is the worst day of my life!!! Bulma clawed at the wall in frustration.
"What a weird girl..." Son Goku muttered once he finally finished. He was about to pull his pants up and leave when he glanced into the toilet—and freaked out.
"WAAAHHH!!!" His scream made Bulma flinch hard.
"WHAT NOW?! STOP SCARING ME!!!" she shrieked, still refusing to look.
Son Goku, hair standing on end, pointed at the toilet in horror. "I-I'm PEEING BLOOD!!!"
Peeing... blood...?
Oh no.
Bulma's entire body froze.
OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO—
She couldn't face him now. She wanted to vanish into the earth. Her heart pounded so hard she thought it'd burst out of her chest. Her face burned hotter than a frying pan, her ears and neck flushing bright pink like she'd been dumped into boiling oil.
Son Goku blinked, then shrugged. "Eh, whatever!"
"WHATEVER?! WHATEVER?!?!?!?!"
Bulma, still glued to the wall, clenched her thighs together, seething inside. This little brat just saw the most embarrassing moment of my life... I'M GONNA MURDER HIM!!!
"Hey, weird girl, you're peeing blood too!" Son Goku pointed out helpfully. "Peeing your pants is bad, y'know!"
"YOU'RE THE WEIRD ONE!! YOU'RE THE ONE PEEING BLOOD!!" she mentally screamed—until she froze again.
Wait.
She slowly, horrifyingly, looked down.
Sure enough... a thin trail of blood was trickling down her bare thigh beneath her skirt. The vivid red against her pale skin was impossible to miss.
Bulma's face turned green from shock—then immediately red from sheer humiliation.
"Wow, your face changes colors! Grandpa was right, girls are amazing!" Son Goku laughed, watching her expression shift. He tried to mimic her, puffing his cheeks, but failed.
"I'm going to kill you..." Bulma thought, tears welling up. This was the worst, most humiliating day of her life.
Then, unexpectedly... Son Goku took off his pants and held them out to her.
Bulma stared in shock. Now that she actually looked at him... his eyes were strangely clear, almost pretty—something even she, a girl, felt a twinge of jealousy over.
"Wh-What are you doing?!" she sniffled, still awkwardly clamping her legs together.
"Grandpa said boys gotta help girls," Son Goku said matter-of-factly. "You peed your pants, so you can have mine!" He glanced at her short skirt. "Your pants are real short..."
"IT'S A DRESS, YOU HILLBILLY!!!" Bulma exploded, slapping the pants out of his hands. "I'M NOT WEARING YOUR GROSS PANTS!!!"