The Z Pirates (One Piece/Dragon Ball Crossover)

Bulma held up the sleek, navy-blue dress against herself, tilting her head as she examined it in the mirror. It was elegant, yet simple, hugging her figure just right. She turned slightly, noting how it highlighted her curves. Not bad… not bad at all.

Meanwhile, Goku stood beside her, arms crossed, looking utterly perplexed at the sheer variety of clothes hanging on the racks. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, as if he were trying to decipher some ancient riddle.

"Bulma," he finally said, his voice filled with genuine confusion, "why do there have to be so many kinds of clothes?"

Bulma sighed, placing the dress over her arm as she grabbed another one to inspect. "Because, Goku, people like options. Unlike you, we don't just grab the first thing we see and call it a day."

Goku scratched the back of his head. "But isn't it all just… clothes?"

Bulma rolled her eyes. "You really don't get it, do you?" She turned to him with a smirk. "But at least you're looking good in what I picked out for you."

Goku looked down at himself. He was wearing a fitted, short-sleeved navy-blue shirt that complemented his broad shoulders and well-built chest. The fabric stretched just enough to show off his defined muscles, and the dark color contrasted well against his skin. He also wore a pair of sturdy black pants, which, for once, actually fit him properly instead of the baggy martial arts gear he was used to.

Bulma had to admit—she'd done a damn good job picking his outfit.

She had been so used to seeing Goku as the little monkey boy she had met back when he was just a small, clueless kid. But now? Now, he was anything but little.

Damn… when did he get so tall?

It had only been about a month since they'd arrived in this world, and yet Goku had hit a ridiculous growth spurt. He now towered over her at a whopping 6'4", his frame packed with muscle, making him look like some kind of warrior god carved out of marble.

He wasn't the only one who had changed either. She glanced at her reflection, adjusting the way she held the dress against herself. Sue wasn't exactly short before, but now she was 5'11"!

Her waist had slimmed down, her curves had become more pronounced, and, to her surprise, her bust and hips had grown fuller. She turned slightly, checking her backside in the mirror. Yeah, that definitely got bigger too.

She wouldn't lie—she liked the changes. Who wouldn't? Whoever was gonna marry her was sure gonna be a lucky person.

Goku, however, seemed completely oblivious to both his and her transformations. Typical.

"Hey, Goku," she called out, holding up a short red dress with thin straps. "What do you think of this one?"

Goku turned his head, blinking. "Uh… it's red?"

Bulma let out an exasperated sigh. "Yes, obviously. But how does it look on me?"

Goku tilted his head, studying her for a moment. "Looks fine, I guess?"

Bulma gave him a deadpan look. "Gee, thanks for the detailed feedback."

Goku grinned. "Hey, you asked!"

Bulma huffed but smirked to herself. She wasn't expecting some deep, poetic response from him, but still, it was fun teasing him.

She picked out a few more outfits and disappeared into the changing room. One by one, she tried them on, stepping out each time to show Goku and gauge his reaction.

The first was a sleek black dress that hugged her figure perfectly. "How about this?" she asked, posing slightly.

Goku blinked. "It's… uh, tight?"

Bulma rolled her eyes. "It's supposed to be tight, you idiot."

The next outfit was a white summer dress, light and flowing. "This one's a bit more casual," she said.

Goku nodded. "Looks comfy."

Bulma narrowed her eyes. "That's not what I asked, but whatever."

Then came the more daring ones. A low-cut blue dress that accentuated her chest. A form-fitting red one that made her curves stand out even more. A short skirt and cropped top combo that showed off her midriff.

Each time, Goku just gave her the same clueless response.

"Uh… it's nice?"

Bulma groaned. "You're hopeless." Honestly, it would be a wonder for some girl to even be his wife. He was such an unromantic and turn off person.

Goku laughed. "Hey, I don't know much about fashion! But if you like it, that's what matters, right?"

Bulma paused. That was actually… kinda sweet.

She smirked, shaking her head. "Fine, fine. You get a pass this time."

After picking out a few outfits for herself, she turned back to Goku. "Alright, I think we're done here. Let's go pay and move on to the other supplies."

As they walked to the counter, Bulma took another glance at Goku, shaking her head in amazement.

He's really changed. It wasn't just his height or muscles. Something about him felt different. Stronger. More mature.

But at the same time, he was still the same Goku. The same dorky, carefree guy she had known since childhood.

And honestly? She wouldn't have it any other way.

They walked to the counter. She wasn't the only there. There was another girl who had also picked up dresses and clothes for her.

Bulma adjusted her grip on the shopping bags, watching the ginger-haired young woman in front of them haggle with the shopkeeper like her life depended on it. The girl had a confident smirk on her face, her brown eyes gleaming with determination as she argued over every single Berry.

"That price is ridiculous!" the girl declared, crossing her arms. "Come on, old man! You know this isn't worth that much. Look at the stitching! It's not even symmetrical."

The shopkeeper, a middle-aged man with a balding head and a look of pure exhaustion, rubbed his temples. "For the last time, missy, the price is set! You've been at this for thirty minutes."

The girl pouted dramatically, clutching a dress to her chest. "But it's too much! What if I walk outside and get robbed? I'll have nothing! What kind of businessman are you if you don't care about your customer's financial stability?"

Bulma snorted, amused by the sheer dedication the girl had to her bargaining tactics. She had to admit—this girl was good.

The shopkeeper let out a heavy sigh, waving his hands in defeat. "Fine! Fine! Just take it at the price you want and leave before I lose my sanity!"

The girl's face lit up with victory. "Now that's the spirit!" She handed over the money—the exact amount she had fought for—before grabbing her numerous bags. "Pleasure doing business with you!"

Bulma watched as the girl balanced her bags, struggling slightly before readjusting them in her grip. She was carrying quite a few, but her haul was still slightly smaller than Bulma's.

At least I have Goku to carry mine, Bulma thought with a smirk.

She gave Goku a glance. He stood beside her, arms casually holding all their bags as if they weighed nothing. To him, they probably didn't.

The girl turned, noticing Bulma and Goku for the first time. Her gaze lingered on Goku for a moment, eyes slightly widening at his towering height and muscular frame.

Bulma caught that look. Heh. She's impressed.

However, Bulma was far from impressed. She didn't like the way the girl's eyes roamed across Goku like a delicious piece of meat. She wasn't allowing anyone to perv on Goku. Not on her watch.

Goku, as always, was oblivious.

The ginger-haired girl smiled at them. "Good luck with your shopping. Hope you're better at haggling than this guy." She gestured towards the still-suffering shopkeeper before walking off, humming to herself.

Bulma smirked. The girl really got personality. I like her.

They moved next, paying for their purchases, and then stepped outside. Goku carried the bags without breaking a sweat, while Bulma casually pulled out a Hoi-Poi Capsule, clicking the button and storing most of their items inside.

"Man, this thing's still awesome," Goku remarked, watching the capsule work its magic.

Bulma flipped her hair smugly. "Of course it is. I made it, after all."

Goku grinned but then pointed toward a store further down the street. "Hey, Bulma! Look at that! A weapons shop!"

Bulma turned to see where he was pointing. A wooden sign hung above the entrance, slightly worn but still readable. Various swords, knives, and other weapons were displayed in the window.

She tapped her chin. "Not a bad idea. My Devil Fruit powers are cool and all, but having extra weapons never hurts."

They walked into the store, and Bulma immediately noticed that they weren't alone.

Two people were already speaking to the shopkeeper.

One was a tall, muscular young man with lightly tanned skin and short green hair. He held three swords in his grip, and even without knowing anything about him, Bulma could tell he was strong. His presence had that distinct warrior aura—like someone who had spent years honing his skills.

The other was a young woman with sharp dark brown eyes and black hair that was cut between chin and shoulder length. She stood beside the swordsman, her arms crossed as she watched the shopkeeper inspect the swords.

Goku, never one to keep quiet, immediately spoke up.

"Hey! We need some weapons too!"

The shopkeeper turned to them, his face immediately shifting into one of mild annoyance. His eyes flickered to the bags Goku held, then back to his face, before finally settling on Bulma.

The green-haired swordsman and the young woman turned to glance at them briefly before returning their attention to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper let out a low hum before addressing the swordsman. "As they say, the sword chooses its owner. And I shall also believe in your good luck and pray." He gave a small bow to the young man.

The swordsman nodded, seemingly satisfied, before turning to leave with his companion.

As they passed by, Goku looked at the swords curiously. "Whoa! Three swords? That's kinda crazy. Why do you need so many?"

The swordsman paused for a split second, then glanced at Goku with sharp eyes. "Because I use three swords."

Goku blinked. "Huh. That sounds tough."

The young woman beside the swordsman smirked. "You have no idea."

Before Goku could ask more, the two walked out, leaving Goku and Bulma alone with the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper folded his arms, eyeing them with skepticism. "You don't look like the type to be buying weapons."

Bulma raised an eyebrow. "And what does the type look like?"

The shopkeeper snorted. "Not someone who just bought half the stores in town."

Bulma huffed. "Well, excuse me for being prepared." She gestured toward the weapons. "Anyway, we're looking for something practical. Swords, guns, whatever you've got."

The shopkeeper sighed but moved behind the counter, pulling out a few options.

Goku, meanwhile, was already distracted, picking up a random sword and swinging it wildly.

"Whoa! This is cool!"

Bulma immediately ducked. "Goku, put that down before you kill someone!"

The shopkeeper paled. "HEY! This isn't a playground, you big oaf!"

Goku grinned sheepishly and set the sword back down. "Oops. My bad."

Bulma groaned, rubbing her temples. Honestly, she felt like a babysitter some times.

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Bulma adjusted her grip on the last of her purchases as she and Goku made their way through the bustling streets of Loguetown. The marketplace was still lively, vendors shouting about fresh seafood, handmade weapons, and rare trinkets. People weaved through the streets, haggling over prices, and the air carried the distinct scent of grilled meat, fried food, and salty ocean breeze.

"Man, there's a lot going on here," Goku said, eyes darting between food stalls with an unmistakable hunger in his expression.

Bulma rolled her eyes. "You just ate a whole restaurant's worth of food. Don't tell me you're hungry again?"

Goku grinned, rubbing the back of his head. "I could always eat more."

Before Bulma could respond, a sudden commotion drew their attention. A large crowd had gathered at one end of the street, cheering and yelling excitedly. From where they stood, they could barely make out a wooden platform where two people—a young man and a young woman—seemed to be competing in something.

Bulma raised an eyebrow. "What's going on over there?"

Goku tilted his head. "Looks like a fight?"

Bulma squinted. "No… wait… that's not a fight. That's a… cooking competition?"

They stopped for a moment, watching as the two contestants skillfully chopped ingredients at lightning speed, flames rising dramatically from the stove as they worked. The crowd was eating it up—literally and figuratively. The aroma of freshly cooked food wafted through the air, even making Bulma's stomach grumble slightly.

Before she could get too invested, she suddenly felt the air pressure around her shift. A subtle but noticeable drop.

Her scientist instincts kicked in immediately. That's weird. It was a clear day a moment ago…

She looked up. Clouds had begun to gather in the distance. Dark, heavy clouds.

Bulma frowned. That's not good.

If the air pressure was dropping this fast, then that meant—

"Goku, let's hurry up," she said, tugging on his arm. "We might be getting a storm soon."

Goku looked up at the sky, blinking. "Oh yeah, I see some clouds."

"Duh," Bulma muttered. "That means we need to wrap this up fast. If it rains too hard, we're gonna have a problem getting back to the ship."

Goku nodded, and they quickly moved away from the cooking competition, heading toward the next shop on their list—medical supplies.

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Fifteen minutes later, they were still shopping. This time, however, they had stumbled upon something completely unexpected.

Bulma held the strange device in her hands, flipping it over, examining every inch of it. It looked like a simple wristwatch with a clear dome in the center, inside of which was a small floating needle. But unlike a normal compass, the needle didn't just point north—it seemed to be reacting to something invisible in the air.

The shopkeeper, an old man with a long gray beard, smiled proudly. "That, young lady, is a Log Pose. A necessity for navigating the Grand Line."

Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Go on…"

The shopkeeper leaned in slightly. "The Grand Line is like no other sea. Normal compasses don't work there. Each island has its own unique magnetic field, which confuses traditional navigation. But the Log Pose—this beauty here—locks onto those magnetic fields and guides you to the next island."

Bulma's scientist brain was immediately intrigued. A compass that tracks magnetism? But how does it retain the field's signature?

The shopkeeper continued, "After reaching an island, the Log Pose takes a set amount of time to adjust before locking onto the next one. Once it does, it'll point the way forward. Without one, you're as good as lost in the Grand Line."

Bulma was fascinated. Scientifically, it was impossible. But at the same time… this world seemed to operate on its own brand of physics.

She looked up at the shopkeeper. "How much?"

"One million Berries."

Bulma's eyes nearly popped out of her skull. "One million?!"

The shopkeeper smirked. "That's the price of survival, sweetheart."

Bulma's heart sank. She had already spent nearly everything they had.

Her fingers clenched. This would never happen back home. I had billions in my account. But here? Here, I'm completely broke.

She swallowed her pride and forced a nervous smile. "Uh… sorry. We don't have that kind of money."

The shopkeeper's smirk turned into a sneer. "Then quit wasting my time and get out."

Bulma bristled. You smug old—

But she bit her tongue. Arguing wouldn't get them anywhere.

She turned on her heel and walked out, Goku following behind.

Outside, Goku scratched his head. "Why didn't we buy it?"

Bulma sighed. "Because we're broke, Goku. No money. Zero."

Goku blinked. "Oh."

Before Bulma could dwell on her frustration, the sky rumbled, and a light drizzle began to fall.

Her eyes widened. Oh no.

The wind was picking up. If they didn't get to the ship soon, it would take serious damage.

Just as she was about to speak, a sudden commotion caught their attention.

Three people—a boy in a straw hat and two young men—were sprinting down the street toward the harbor. They weren't just running—they were running for their lives.

Bulma's eyes widened. She recognized two of them.

The green-haired swordsman from the weapon shop.

The blonde guy from the cooking competition.

Behind them, a lot of Marines were in pursuit. And leading them was a very intimidating man with three cigars in his mouth, riding a motorized vehicle.

Bulma immediately pieced it together. They're pirates. And that guy must be the one hunting them.

The Marines thundered past them, too focused on their targets to care about anything else.

Bulma turned to Goku, an idea already forming. "Goku, listen."

He looked at her curiously. "Yeah?"

She smirked. "With the Marines distracted, now's the perfect time to raid their headquarters."

Goku blinked. "Raid? You mean like… take stuff?"

"Yes! We need a map of the Grand Line, and I bet they have supplies too."

Goku's eyes sparkled. "Ooooh! That sounds fun!"

Bulma smirked. "Then let's go."

She quickly climbed onto his back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

Goku leaped into the air. The wind whipped around them, rain beginning to fall in earnest as he soared through the sky like a human rocket.

Bulma tightened her grip, pressing herself against his back. I swear, this is still the craziest way to travel.

As they neared the Marine Headquarters, she grinned.

"Let's steal ourselves a map."