Bejita saw Bulma leaning against a bay window overlooking the yard, and approached. This was as good a time as any to broach the subject of the torture she had put him through.

"You know, stealing my clothing is not the way to endear yourself to me," Bejita said.

"It wasn't stealing," Bulma protested. "Your clothing stank. It was beyond repair. I threw away the clothing, Bejita. You only got stuck with those clothes for one afternoon while I did some shopping. The only reason I did that in the first place was because I didn't have any other clothing lying around here in your size. I swear, that's the only reason."

Instead of sounding afraid, she just sounded like she was trying to reason with him. Bejita hated it when people tried to reason with him. It implied he was being unreasonable. "Well, don't do it again," he said. "I was merciful the first time. Next time, you will not be so lucky."

Bulma rolled her eyes. "Yes, Prince Bejita. I won't have to do it anyway, I bought you a lot of clothing. Those stretchy spandex suits you like. And some underwear. I can't believe you weren't wearing underwear."

"Underwear is a human thing," Bejita said.

"Uh-huh," Bulma said. "It's a matter of decency to cover up around here."

"If I am covered by a layer of clothing, for what use do I need underwear?" Bejita asked. "No one sees it." Not that he wasn't wearing the offending item, called 'boxers'. He thought it was strange that the article of clothing was given the same name as men who wore mitts on their hands and punched each other.

Bulma gave him a teasing smile. "Someone might see it, someday."

Bejita looked at her in disbelief and then sighed. "How lewd you are." He turned away, walking towards the back yard. "Woman, will you ever stop wasting time thinking of inappropriate things to say?"

"Never," Bulma called cheerfully.

Kakarot was crazy to call these people friends. They seemed nothing more than a bunch of perverted, whining weaklings.