[It takes Bulma a second to register before she laughs. It's not a cute or ladylike laugh. A nasty snort, more like.]

Miss goody-two-shoes back home, huh? I think I'm something of an angel myself but I think these are way cuter than feathers. No offense.

[She gestures to the tiny little bat wings peeking out of her back, an exposed stretch of blue skin.]

Wouldn't have chosen it myself but at least I blend in.