[She blinks at him a few times, processing the confusion.] Oh, you don't have any? [Bulma reaches into her back pocket and fishes out what looks like a pill case, just a bit more square. From it she fishes out a large... well, pill, it looks like. Then she tosses it onto an empty space on the floor in front of them and-- POOF-- a giant cloud of smoke that, once it thins out, reveals a green bullet-like motorcycle. Just there. Bulma does not seem shocked by this.]
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This is one of my bikes. Pretty cool, huh?