The Z Pirates (One Piece/Dragon Ball Crossover)

Hinuba Island – Early Morning

"HAHAHAHA! You look so funny, Bulma!"

Goku zipped through the air, dodging another rock flying at his head. It whizzed past his ear at insane speed, smacking into a tree behind him with a loud crack.

"STOP LAUGHING, YOU DAMN MONKEY!" Bulma screamed, grabbing another handful of stones and chucking them with all her might.

Goku, still grinning, easily dodged them all. Effortlessly.

Bulma's eye twitched in rage.

Her once neatly-trimmed hair now flowed past her back, dragging on the ground behind her like a giant blue waterfall. The worst part? It moved on its own, strands curling and twitching like they had a mind of their own.

She growled, yanking a strand up with her fingers—only for it to suddenly wrap around her wrist like a snake. She shrieked, shaking it loose.

"LOOK AT ME, GOKU! MY HAIR IS ALIVE!" she shouted, stomping her foot. "AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"

Goku snorted and floated upside down in the air. "How is it my fault?! You're the one who ate that weird fruit!"

Bulma seethed. "Because YOU were the one who found it and gave it to me, you idiot!"

Goku blinked. "Well, yeah, but you were the one who kept eating it even after saying it was nasty!"

Bulma gasped in outrage. "I—That—SHUT UP!"

She whipped her hand up, and to her absolute horror, her hair followed.

Like an obedient pet, a thick strand shot forward at lightning speed—straight toward Goku.

"WHOA!" Goku yelped, barely dodging as the strand of hair lashed through the air like a whip. It whizzed past him, slicing through a tree branch before retracting back to Bulma.

Everyone went silent.

Bulma stared at her hair, which was silent and unmoving all of a sudden.

Goku stared at her hair.

Oolong, who had been lounging nearby, spit out his drink. "DID—DID YOUR HAIR JUST TRY TO MURDER HIM?!"

Bulma froze.

Her hands shot up to her head, grabbing her blue locks in a panic. "OH MY GOD, WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT THE HELL?!"

Goku grinned. "That was so cool! Do it again!"

Bulma whirled on him. "COOL?! Are you STUPID?! My HAIR just turned into a freaking WEAPON!"

She stomped over to him, her massive hair swaying behind her excitedly. "This is a DISASTER, Goku! Do you realize what this means?!"

Goku tilted his head. "Uh… that you don't need scissors to cut your hair?"

"NO, YOU DUMMY!" Bulma threw her hands up.

Oolong chuckled. "Well, at least you didn't explode or something."

Bulma shot him a glare. "Oh, hardy-har-har, you pervy pig. That really helps."

Oolong smirked. "I'm just saying. You could have grown, like, a second head. Instead, you got super hair. Not the worst thing ever."

Bulma groaned again and flopped onto the ground. The grass felt cooler on her skin now. "This is so unfair…"

Goku plopped down beside her, sitting cross-legged. "So, what's the big deal? You got a power, right? You always said it sucked that you didn't have cool abilities like me or Krillin."

Bulma huffed, hugging her knees. "Yeah, but I didn't want this! I wanted something useful! Like laser eyes! Or super strength! Or—I don't know! Not—not freakin' Rapunzel powers!"

"What's Rapunzel?" Goku mumbled to himself. Was it food? It didn't sound like food though.

She kicked at the dirt. "My hair is literally alive, Goku. What am I supposed to do with this?"

Goku grinned. "You could grab stuff from really far away!"

Bulma shot him a dry look. "Oh, wow. Amazing. Truly life-changing."

Goku kept grinning. "You could tie people up with it!"

Bulma gagged. "Ew, no!"

Oolong grinned mischievously. "You could… ahem strangle certain annoying people in their sleep."

Bulma snapped her fingers. "Okay, that one's tempting."

Goku laughed. "You're just mad 'cause you don't know how to use it yet!"

Bulma groaned again, flopping backward on the grass. "Whatever. I don't even wanna think about it anymore." She stared up at the sky, watching the clouds drift by. "Maybe if I ignore it, it'll go away."

Oolong snorted. "Yeah, good luck with that."

Goku floated above her, hands behind his head. "Well, if it's a power, maybe you just need to practice!"

Bulma frowned. "Practice?"

Goku nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! Back home, when I learned new stuff, I had to train really hard to use it right! Maybe your hair power is the same!"

Bulma sat up slowly. "...You think so?"

"Sure!" Goku grinned. "You already made it move without thinking, so maybe if you do think about it, you could control it better!"

Bulma hesitated. The idea of "training" sounded awful—but at the same time, she really didn't want to live the rest of her life with wild, uncontrollable hair.

"...Fine," she muttered, standing up. "But if this goes wrong, I'm blaming you."

Goku beamed. "Deal!"

Bulma sighed, glaring at her ridiculous mane of hair. "Alright, stupid hair. Time to see what you can do."

Oolong grinned. "This is gonna be hilarious."

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Two Weeks Later – Hinuba Island

The sun hung high in the sky, its golden rays spilling across the clearing where two figures clashed at incredible speed.

Bulma gritted her teeth, her ten wooden poles spinning through the air like a storm of whirling strikes. Each one moved in perfect coordination, controlled by her long, flowing blue hair, which had taken on a life of its own.

Goku, with his trademark grin, effortlessly dodged, parried, and countered each attack with his Power Pole. The red staff extended and retracted, deflecting the incoming strikes with sharp, precise movements.

Bulma's eyes narrowed. "Alright, monkey boy, let's see how you handle this!"

Her hair twitched, and suddenly, three poles shot forward at once—one aiming for his legs, another for his side, and the third for his head.

Goku's grin widened. "Nice try!"

With fluid ease, he leapt into the air, flipping over the first strike, blocked the second with his staff, and then twisted mid-air to avoid the last one.

Bulma clicked her tongue. She knew she had improved—she felt it. Her control over her hair had grown far more precise. But…

"Too slow!"

Before she could react, Goku struck.

With a single, powerful swing, his Power Pole smacked one of her poles aside, sending it flying backward. The sudden force caused her other poles to momentarily lose formation—just long enough for him to exploit the opening.

WHACK!

Bulma yelped as Goku's staff gently tapped her leg, making her stumble slightly before she regained her balance.

Oolong, sitting off to the side with a smug grin, whistled loudly. "AND THE WINNER, AS ALWAYS—GOKU!"

Bulma huffed, crossing her arms. "Ugh, c'mon! I lasted way longer this time!"

Goku landed with a soft thud, casually resting his Power Pole on his shoulder. "You totally did! You're getting way better, Bulma!"

Bulma's annoyed expression softened just a bit. She knew he wasn't just saying it—Goku wasn't the type to sugarcoat things. If he said she was improving, he meant it.

Still, she rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. But it's still so annoying! No matter what I do, I can't land a single hit on you!"

Goku chuckled. "Well, I have been fighting since I was a little kid. You just started two weeks ago!"

Bulma sighed, stretching her arms. She could feel her muscles aching from the spar. It was insane how much her body had changed in just two weeks.

She glanced down at herself, noting her longer legs, her slightly taller frame. She had grown over three inches, now standing at 5'11". At twenty years old, she shouldn't have been growing anymore, yet here she was.

And Goku?

She turned her gaze toward the Saiyan, who was now sitting cross-legged, poking at the grilled meat cooking over the fire. His growth spurt had been even crazier than hers.

Two weeks ago, he barely reached her chest. Now, he was 5'7" and still growing.

Bulma narrowed her eyes. "What is up with this world?"

She had already suspected that the energy here—the food, the environment—was different. People here were just… built differently. Taller. Stronger. And somehow, both she and Goku were being affected by it.

Not that she was complaining.

She smirked, placing a hand on her hip. "At least my chest got bigger too. If I have to turn into some kind of giant, I better look good doing it."

Oolong snorted. "Pffft, yeah, keep dreaming, Bulma. You still ain't reaching the level of some of the bombshells around here."

Bulma's eye twitched.

WHACK.

A strand of her hair shot forward and smacked Oolong right on the head.

"Ouch! What the hell?!" the pig squealed, rubbing his forehead.

Bulma smirked. "That's for being a perv. Again."

Goku, meanwhile, happily tore into a chunk of roasted meat. "Mmm! This is so good!"

Bulma watched as he devoured his food with ridiculous speed.

"Geez, Goku, do you ever get full?"

Goku shook his head, still chewing. "Nope! Need lots of food to train!"

Bulma sighed, sitting down beside him. "Well, I guess that makes sense… You have been growing like crazy too."

Goku paused mid-bite. "Huh?"

Bulma leaned forward, pointing at him. "You. Two weeks ago, you were tiny. Now, you're catching up to me. That's not normal, y'know!"

Goku blinked. "Huh. Guess I didn't really notice." He shrugged. "Maybe I'm just gettin' strong real fast!"

Bulma rolled her eyes. "No duh. But why is it happening so fast?"

Oolong shrugged. "Maybe it's the food. I mean, look at the people here. They're built like tanks!"

Bulma nodded. "Yeah, that's what I was thinking. Maybe the food here has more nutrients or something."

Goku grinned. "Well, whatever it is, I like it! I feel great!"

Bulma sighed, shaking her head. "Of course you do."

She glanced at her hair, which lay coiled around her like a living entity.

Her Trichokinesis—the ability to manipulate her hair—had turned out to be way more useful than she initially thought.

Not only could she lift ridiculous amounts of weight with it, but she could now control each strand with pinpoint accuracy. She had Goku to thank for that—his advice on meditation had really helped.

More importantly?

It made multitasking a dream.

Bulma smirked, using one strand to reach for a screwdriver from her bag. Another strand grabbed a notebook, flipping open to some blueprints she had been working on.

"Ahhh, finally! Now I don't have to rely on you two idiots when I need an extra pair of hands!" she teased.

Goku grinned. "Hey! I help!"

Bulma snorted. "Uh-huh. Sure you do."

Oolong rolled his eyes. "More like you just give her more work."

Bulma smiled to herself. Even if her power was weird, it was definitely growing on her.

And if this world was gonna keep throwing crazy stuff their way…

Well, she was gonna be ready for it.