Goku flinched back when this Rika offered up that magic stick. There was no way he was touching any of it! Thankfully, his attention was taken away from the blue-haired witch when this new, taller lady squatted down behind him, pulling out an identical stick. The young boy was two seconds away from freaking out on both of them, specially since he was out numbered, but Claire's quick thinking saved them both the grief.

He was bug-eyed with wonder as she began dismantling the stick. He still didn't really get it, until she mentioned 'machine'. "Ohhhh! Like one of Bulma's!" She had been able to make it daylight inside her rolly-polly houses. "Electricity, right?" His aggressive mood immediately brightened with a big childish grin slapped across his chubby face. Bringing his stubby arms up over his head to scratch his hair sheepishly, Goku turned around to meet Rika. "Hee hee, sorry!" But there was no time for second impressions, as Claire stood back up and began trying to wrangle them away.

"Who's trying to kill us?" Unfortunately, it wasn't fear that had Goku up and moving, it was excitement. He had already ran into a few mean guys earlier and he was ready for a re-match. He studied the out-stretched hand smiling before giving it a high-five and walking forward briskly. "Okay! Let's go!" This was going to be the best night ever!