"W-What did I just get myself into?" Bulma muttered gazing in the sky trying to analyze what had just transpired.
Bulma stood there, thoughts racing in her mind. How could a thin woman like her participate in a tournament of powerful flab? Who could she assemble to participate in that angel's bizarre tournament? Was flab powerful? Did universe 7 even stand a chance against that portly Vados and her universe? So many questions
Bulma finally broke her stationary pose. "Ahhgh! What am I gonna do?! I can't fight in any tournament! A delicate flower like me isn't made for a tournament of flab!" Bulma yelled pulling her hair with her hands. "Gah! I don't even know any warriors of flab! Where would I even find them!? And in four days!"
The frantic woman than paced across the balcony, desperate for a solution, all the while cursing Vados.
"This is all that fat Vados's fault. Getting all upset because I called her fat. I was expecting her huge tits to pop out for cryin' out loud! Seriously what kind of angel lets herself go like that? Not even Goku eats like that! I try and be a gracious host and she makes a pig of herself, eating everything offered. I'm just surprised her gargantuous ass didn't break my chair. I bet Vados is stuffing her fat face right now. She'll probably be twice as big by the tournament too. Hmmph!"
Amidst her harsh bashing of Vados, a state of clarity was attained, enabling Bulma to remedy her predicament.
"Wait a minute...." her frustration suddenly dissolved as she recalled a project she had attempted in the past.
"There was that one project I played around with but dropped it because the side effects would've made me gain...."Bulma eyes lit up and she bolted off to her laboratory.
Bulma darted straight to her computer in search of the records of a past experiment. It was too good to be true. A past project that would perfectly solve the situation at hand. Stimulated by how harmonious the project was to the tournament, Bulma panted as she accessed the files containing an abandoned project designed to turn a woman into a saiyan. Her heart raced as the project was displayed on the monitor.
"It's just so perfect, it's unbelievable. I never imagined this experiment would come in handy. It just fits so well. I can't believe that the state I'm in has made flab desirable. Good thing I saved the data, I never would've thought that this procedure's side effects on women would be so beneficial." the frenzied Bulma babbled.
"Here it is." Bulma said, shaking as she struggled to contain her rapture.
Before Bulma gleamed her abandoned project "Saiya-Generator."
"I dropped this project before since it would've permanently ruined my girlish figure but given the circumstances at hand..." Bulma rambled to herself as the image of an obese woman with a tail glowed on the screen.
A reassured Bulma sat back in her chair "Now all I need is three more fighters. And I know just the ladies for the job." Bulma smirked "You better watch your fat ass Vados."
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