A star... [She sounds pretty star-struck herself, voice drifting dreamily along as she surveys the screens around her. It just feels right somehow, almost like she thought of it. Yes, actually, Bulma is starting to think this is her bright idea made manifest.]

[She perks up to a more lucid state as she makes this decision, her shoulders straightening under Vox's touch.]

I'll do it-- in front of the camera, behind the scenes, I'm your girl! [She smiles.] So where do I sign? Next to my handprints in cement?

[With her soul, even?]