"You already knew I was after the Five-Star Dragon Ball!" Bulma sprang up from the table in embarrassment and anger, the thick blue braid at the back of her head bristling straight behind her as she repeatedly stomped on the stone table.
She felt utterly humiliated. With her intelligence, she had actually been toyed with by a wild martial artist. She was so furious and embarrassed that her face turned red, and her ears nearly started steaming.
"Hahahaha... The moment you entered my cave, you headed straight for the Five-Star Dragon Ball. You showed no interest at all in my bear pelts, dinosaur hides, or valuable herbs. It would've been impossible not to figure out what you wanted."
He-El laughed heartily, making Bulma pout as she huffed so fiercely she looked ready to vent smoke from all seven orifices.
Since you knew I wanted the Five-Star Dragon Ball, you should give it to me as compensation for scaring me.
Bulma had originally wanted to demand compensation from He-El in that spoiled, unreasonable manner.
But even though she was angry that He-El had laughed at her, she did not say it aloud.
Because she remembered that she had been the one in the wrong first. Sneaking into He-El's cave was practically theft, and that was wrong. The thought made the thick braid behind her head stand even more on end in frustration.
But then she reconsidered. She had snuck into his cave, and he had laughed at her, so they were even. Even!
Still, even after deciding they were even, Bulma ground her teeth, simmering with anger at herself.
She had no ground to stand on and had still been made into a joke by the wild man martial artist in front of her. It was enough to make this genius