"KAKAROOT! WHO TAUGHT YOU TO DRIVE!?" Bulma screamed as the scooter exploded over the hill at its top speed, a face-blistering speed that had her clutching onto Kakarot's waist for dear life, with enough force to crush certain types of steel.
Luckily for him, Kakarot's torso was far more durable than any type of steel, so he barely even noticed the girl's terror. "YOU! ABOUT THIRTY SECONDS AGO!" He explained with an excited laugh.
It was one thing to fly under your own power, but it felt completely different to fly on a scooter that wasn't designed for it. Kakarot couldn't help but feel his Saiyan blood boil a little, just feeling out just how far he could push the scooter below him without it stalling out on them.
"I'M GOING TO DIEEEE!!!!" Bulma screamed. Crash!
The scooter bounced on the road a few times before it gained traction and almost yanked Bulma's arm off again as it exploded down the road.
With Kakarot driving so terrifyingly recklessly, ignoring not only all speed laws, but any and all safety, the duo made the drive that'd normally take an hour or so, to the general area where the Dragon Ball was, in under fifteen minutes.
As they came up on the village, Kakarot hit the scooter's brakes hard. The vehicle skidded thirty feet, making dark lines of burnt rubber on the dirt as Kakarot drifted it to a stop right in front of the doorway of the first house, on the very outskirts of the village.
Then, the engine started smoking. Shortly after, all four tires fell off of the scooter, then the body of the scooter simply fell apart into pieces, right under the two Dragon Ball Hunters' feet.
"...Kakarot. If you ever try to get a drivers' license, I swear, I will find a way to shoot you, for the good of all mankind." Bulma declared with solemnity.
"...You need a sturdier scooter." He replied after a moment's thought.
Bulma grabbed the severed handlebars out of Kakarot's hands and bashed the boy over the head with it. The young Saiyan didn't even pretend to care, even when half of the handle broke over his head, flying into a nearby pile of dirt.
"Darn you."
"...Sorry about your bike." Realizing that he was the one who'd destroyed the bike, Kakarot apologized.
"Ahh, forget about it. Blaming Saiyans for being reckless is like blaming the sky for being blue." Bulma said, tossing the remaining half of the scooter handle into the ground with an annoyed huff.
Kakarot shrugged. He didn't really have a reply when she put it like that.
"Anyways, the Dragon Ball should be in this village somewhere. I guess we'll have to ask around." She said, checking the radar with a still-shaky hand.
"More like knock on doors." Kakarot noted, "Everybody's inside their houses… and scared. Really scared."
"How can you tell?" Bulma asked.
"I sense it. This town's filled with terrified people." Kakarot replied.
Bulma nodded. To her, it made no sense, but Saiyans didn't operate on the same logic that she and other mortal beings did.
They wandered through town until Kakarot noted a house that had more people than the others in it, and he knocked on that door.
When there was no answer, Kakarot knocked again. "Hey! We need to talk to someone here!"
Another silence. "It's rude to just stand there, you know!" Kakarot added.
Still no answer. Finally, Kakarot's patience had reached its end. "Sorry, but we really need to talk to you guys, so I'm gonna knock the door down! Stand back!"
A few seconds later, Kakarot punched the door open.
"AAAH! DIE, OOLONG!" A massive logging axe came down on Kakarot's head as he walked through the doorway.
"Who's Oolong?" The boy asked the bald man inside, casually catching the axe in his hand without even thinking about it.
"Stay away from my daughter, Oolong! Your disguise can't fool us!" The old man shouted, hefting his axe again.
"But who's Oolong?" Kakarot asked again, completely ignoring the weapon. Not that it would've done any damage to him, anyways.
The old man swung once more at Kakarot before the townspeople hiding inside the house were finally willing to talk.
Apparently, some monster named 'Oolong' was terrorizing the village. Mainly by kidnapping girls in the middle of the day, threatening violence. Since Oolong was a shapeshifter, all he had to do was transform into something big and threaten the villagers and he'd get anything that he wanted.
\Immediately, Kakarot volunteered to fight this guy, without even bringing the Dragon Ball up.
Bulma ended up being the one to negotiate for the ball.
But so long as Kakarot could defeat this 'Oolong' fellow, the old woman who owned the ball was willing to give it to them.
"...Why can't you just pretend to be a girl, Kakarot!?" Bulma asked.
"Who would be dumb enough to fall for that!? Don't worry, Bulma. As soon as he shows up, I'll beat him up. All you have to do is prove to him that there's a girl here, and I can do the rest." Kakarot assured her.
"I think you'd make a pretty girl, Kakarot. You can do it!" Bulma replied, trying to get out of it.
"I'd love to, but I'd make a terrible girl. It has to be you."
…
"...Why did I end up agreeing to this?" Bulma asked, her face half-covered as she stood in the middle of the square waiting for some monster to come and try to kidnap her… or marry her, or whatever.
"Because I'm an ugly girl, Bulma! Don't worry. I'm right here." Kakarot whispered from his spot, hidden behind one of the nearby houses behind her.
"You'd better be! If some monster kidnaps me, you'll be one less monkey-tailed-"
"My sweet! I'm ready for our wedding! Aww, you're already wearing a dress, that's nice. Come. I'll provide you with--"
"You're Oolong? But you're weak." Kakarot cut the giant red ogre off, appearing in the middle of the plaza as if by magic.
In reality, it was simply very fast moving.
"Are you trying to get in the way of my wedding!?" The ogre shouted, hefting a giant axe over his head in a fit of rage.
Kakarot didn't blink. "Sorry. Bulma just doesn't want to marry you." He told the ogre.
The ogre swished its axe right by Kakarot's face, close enough that the wind mussed with Kakarot's hair. "Get out of here! Go away, or I'll hurt you!"
Kakarot still didn't flinch. "Give back the girls you kidnapped, you criminal!"
"Criminal?! You don't know what you're talking about, kid! I'll show you!" With a poof, the ogre turned into a gigantic armored tank, barrel pointed directly at Kakarot's face.
Still, Kakarot didn't flinch. "Give up, and bring the girls back." He demanded, "I won't ask again."
This time, Oolong changed into a giant bull, huffed, and charged at Kakarot.
"Power Pole, Extend."
Kakarot plucked the staff off of his back and swung. Just one swing.
When the dust from the pavement exploding cleared, there was a dazed pig-man sitting in a puddle in the middle of the street, where the bull had been one moment ago.