Bulma .. well. She likes meddling. Meddling in particular when it comes to making sure other people are happy, making sure that they get what they want or deserve in all the best ways. She’d meddled and hinted and giggled about Trunks and Mai, in her universe, and like hell she wasn’t going to try and get the same for Yondu.

They all had their monsters, after all. Bulma is all too familiar with prickly people and situations and not at all deterred but the possibility of things going tits up.

She’s slapped a destroyer for ruining her birthday party - not a damn thing is too scary for her not to try.

“Hey Yondu!” Bulma is all smiles as she arrives, fussing with the edge of that little red scarf as it folds wrong and catches her attention.