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After gushing about how strong I was for a good thirty seconds—while I preened quite smugly—Bulma quickly regained her composure and pulled back from me. A disappointing development for me, I'm sure many would agree, but I had to admire her gumption. She adapts so well to whatever is thrown in her path, whether it be wish-granting orbs, monkey boys living in the woods, or genocidal space warriors.
Then again, this is the chick who slapped Beerus after seeing him kick the crap out of Piccolo, Gotenks, Majin Buu, Vegeta, and Ultimate Gohan with one hand literally behind his back. Actually, he might have had both hands behind his back for most of that fight.
"So, what brings you here?" Bulma asked me, slipping the scouter off her face and tucking it back into the pocket of her white shorts. "I assume it has something to do with that, right?" She casually sat back down on her deck chair and inclined her head to the large spherical space pod resting at my side.
Down to business then. I nodded. "Yeah, I know a lot of things that you guys probably can't even fathom at the moment," I replied. "I inherited all of Goku's memories, meaning that I remember our home world, our birth, things my parents talked about, and even the information implanted within my mind like every other Saiyan child while I was in the gestation pod."
"Gestation pod?" Bulma quirked an eyebrow in interest.
"Yeah, the standard gravity of the Saiyan home world is ten times that of Earth's, which is one of the reasons why Saiyans are so much stronger than humans in general," I explained. "Not all Saiyans are born powerful enough to handle that kind of gravity, though, even with our strong bodies. I—or rather, Goku—being a prime example of that since he was born with a measly battle power of 2."
Bulma was silent for a moment, her eyebrow lowering and both then furrowing together. She even bit her lip. "That's...actually kind of scary," she replied. "The kind of body you'd need to survive in that environment, how dense your bones would have to be, the sheer physical ability to work against that kind of oppressive force pressing down on you. That kind of thing would be way tougher than even the kind of weight training you guys ever went through, simply because it would target their entire body constantly."
"That's not even half of it," I continued. "As strong as we Saiyans are, we got conquered ourselves by one, much, much more powerful alien who could blow up a planet as easily as breathing." I'm talking about Frieza, but technically we were conquered by King Cold, not Frieza. The point stands, though, and Frieza is way more powerful than his dad.
"You've gotta be kidding me!?" the blue-haired woman shrieked in shock. "Blow up a planet that easily? I mean, I know Roshi took out the moon to stop Goku from transforming into that giant ape thing years ago, but still, that's insane!"
If you want insane, lady, how about knowing I could probably destroy this planet myself? With the Kamehameha X 10, I could generate far more than ten times the power Roshi could with his Super Kamehameha back then. It's impossible for me right now to blow up the entire planet, but it shouldn't be too hard for me to pierce right down to the core of the planet. And I mean, Jordan's memories told me that Vegeta could casually blow up planets right now in the timeline with one finger, and he's only at a battle power of 18,000.
I rapped the space pod with my knuckles. "Yeah, which is why I need you to take this thing here and develop an artificial room or something that can increase gravity within it with the tech you can get out of it," I told her, getting right to the point. Wasting time when I'm not doing something enjoyable is a bother. "I need to train myself to the limit, 'cause once I kill the two Saiyans coming in a year, the head honcho himself will probably be interested in Earth and come take a look, and he's got a battle power of at least 530,000."
"W-what!?" She shrieked again, this time jumping to her feet from her deck chair and staring at me with wide, shock-filled blue eyes, her mouth gaping open in disbelief. "Raditz was only 1,500 and he smacked around Goku and Piccolo like they were a pair of weak brats! 530,000! That's like five thousand Roshi's!" After saying that, she paused and quite noticeably shivered in revulsion. I can only guess she imagined what her life would be like with five thousand Turtle Hermits perving on her. She had it bad enough with just the one.
I, of course, casually ignored the panic I sent her into with my revelation of Frieza's first form's battle power. Instead, I grabbed my scouter and casually tossed it onto the small table beside her deck chair. "While you're at it, can you upgrade this thing? If it reads a power over 20,000, it's gonna break; it's an old model after all," I asked her, before snapping my fingers as I remembered something else. "And can you try and connect it to the internet as well? Browsing the net while training will help keep me entertained, hopefully."
My request was apparently enough to jolt her out of her shock. The blue-haired genius shot a scowl at me. "Yeah, let me just get on that. Should I add an AI while I'm at it!?" she griped.
I just waved her off. As fun as it would be to hang around with Bulma and ogle her for a while, I don't really want to leave Ichiji and Niji alone for too long. Their common sense is a bit lacking since they're just effectively newborns who know nothing of this planet; they might get bored and destroy my new mansion if I leave them to their own devices without supervision.
And plus, I had an amazing idea for them not long ago. It was like a helpful little voice had whispered it in my ear. They were practically brothers. Their size was the same, and even their powers weren't too far apart. They'd be perfect for the Fusion Dance! Honestly, with so much lining up, they'd get an immense boost upon fusing. They could probably take Vegeta today if they knew how.
I floated up into the air. "Just try and get it done, Bulma, please," I even asked nicely. "You're really the only one I can rely on here. And I'll need to train under intense gravity if I want to have any chance of taking out the enemies coming our way." I may even go rope Piccolo and Gohan into it a few months down the line. Tien, too, actually. He's the type that would thrive under those kinds of conditions. Maybe Krillin—but I already know Yamcha buckled under too much gravity and never even bothered trying again at a lower level in canon. Chiaotzu is just too... brittle? Weak? Either way, he won't be able to keep up with his feeble body.
Although, I could just drag the other two along anyway. And maybe get Chiaotzu to teach me magic. I highly doubt Piccolo will be quite willing at the moment. Not until Gohan softens him up, and he becomes Big Papa Piccolo. Actually, should I feel threatened by that? Biologically, Gohan is kind of my son, too, right? ...Eh, Piccolo does a far better job in canon than I'd ever be able to do with a kid.
"Wait!" I heard Bulma shouting as I lifted off into the sky and sensed for Master Roshi's life force. There's a specific technique I want to learn from him that may just make things even easier for me. "What about the giant monkey thing!? And what about those other two huge powers that were with you that had Yamcha freaking out!? KAKAAAAAAAAAARROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!"
Heh, Broly will be jealous of her at this rate.
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