[Gohan was sure this was just some sort of fantasy. A story passed around in childhood. So what harm could there be in rubbing the golden oil lamp he found? It was all in good fun. At least... it was, up until a cloud of violet smoke billowed out from the neck of the lamp, filling Gohan's bedroom with the scent of incense. And as the smoke dissipated, a woman stood in the middle of his room, right in front of him. She was gorgeous, with long purple hair, pointy ears, and a thin, gauzy harem outfit, adorned in gold jewelry. She smiled impishly, and bowed to him.]

So you're my new master! Nice to meet you!