Visiting Bulma

"The Dragon Radar is finally finished! Hehehe, what should I wish for now?"

Inside a huge villa, a blue-haired girl looked on with a joyful expression, staring at the radar in her hand that resembled a round clock, and began to dream.

"Hmm... an endless supply of strawberries? But I don't think I can finish all the strawberries I have at home anyway..."

"I guess I should find a handsome guy to start a romantic relationship!"

A slightly infatuated expression appeared on the girl's lips. She never thought that using the legendary Dragon Ball, which could grant any wish, to find a Prince Charming was a bit absurd.

Putting away her Dragon Radar and the Two-Star Dragon Ball she'd found in her warehouse, Bulma hurriedly rummaged through her inventory, pulled out a whole set of the latest travel Space Capsule from her drawer, then grabbed some guns and bullets, and prepared to head off on her trip.

The phone rang, and Bulma was slightly taken aback. Why would anyone come to her house at this hour? Her parents were both working at the company, so shouldn't anyone looking for them be at the company by now?

As for those who came to see Bulma... I'm sorry, as the daughter of the world's richest man and a super genius whose IQ is even higher than her father's, Bulma doesn't have much in common with her other peers.

Bulma had already graduated from university and was still working as a special lecturer there. Because she had been skipping grades, she didn't have any peers, classmates, or friends.

To this day, Bulma doesn't even recognize most of her classmates, which could be because there aren't many handsome guys among them.

"Oh no, someone's coming over suddenly. Are they trying to rob us?"

Bulma looked somewhat wary and pulled out something from her collection that looked like a toy gun—a super energy gun she had invented when she was five years old, specifically to deal with Aliens.

Quietly approaching the door, Bulma turned on the external security camera feed and saw a handsome Blond Young Man ringing her doorbell.

"Wow, so handsome!"

Bulma stared at the monitor, stunned. The energy gun in her hand fell to the ground with a thud. Her face turned red, and drool dripped from the corner of her mouth.

At this moment, all thoughts of Dragon Ball and villains vanished from Bulma's mind. Her only thought was, "I've finally met my Prince Charming!"

Vegapunk stood outside the huge villa and rang the doorbell a few times. He hadn't expected that a family like Bulma's didn't seem to have any bodyguards.

However, Vegapunk could still sense a number of electronic security systems around the villa. If it weren't for his Electromagnetic Ability, he probably would have been attacked long ago.

It's likely that Dr. Brief didn't hire any bodyguards because he had installed an electronic defense system at home. Ordinary bodyguards are simply not as dedicated as these electronic defense systems.

Vegapunk rang the doorbell twice, not expecting anyone to open the door for him, since he wasn't very familiar with Bulma's family.

Kid Goku's ability to easily enter Bulma's house when she's not home is largely due to his childlike appearance, despite being a rather robust adult man.

Before Vegapunk could even use his Electromagnetic Ability to open the door, there was a click, and the door opened automatically.

With a blush on her face and eyes that were almost heart-shaped, Bulma looked at Vegapunk with an excited expression.

"So your name is Vegapunk? You're the scientist who's come to visit my father!"

Bulma, a smile playing on her lips, stared blankly at Vegapunk as she placed snacks and drinks on the table.

After Vegapunk finished his self-introduction, he felt that the girl's attention wasn't on his self-introduction at all, but was just staring at him.

The average appearance in the Pirate World is definitely much lower than in the ordinary world, but in that world, the beautiful are truly beautiful, and the ugly are truly ugly.

Vegapunk's appearance can be described as an evolved version of Cavendish, Cavendish is considered the most handsome man in the Pirate World. To receive such a rating in a world with such a stark contrast between good and bad looks would make him an absolute top-tier handsome man in any other world.

However, while Vegapunk's appearance had brought him some hidden advantages in the past, he had never encountered someone as innocent and carefree as Bulma who was obsessed with looks. Therefore, Vegapunk underestimated the lethality of his appearance.

However, Vegapunk wasn't dissatisfied with gaining Bulma's trust so easily; in fact, Vegapunk thought this development was quite good.

"Yes... I would like to visit Dr. Brief, but if he's not here, visiting Miss Bulma would be fine too."

"I've heard that Miss Bulma's wisdom even surpasses that of Dr. Brief, and that she has already outdone him in many areas of research. It is my honor to be able to communicate with such a beautiful and intelligent lady as you."

"Really? Hehehe... Beautiful and intelligent... I'm not that great..."

Bulma covered her burning face, her heart pounding. She wanted to talk to me? How could she talk to me? Was our love story really going to start now?

In such a short time, Bulma has already started thinking about the names of her and Vegapunk's children.

Then Vegapunk enthusiastically took out paper and pen, wrote down several formulas, handed them to Bulma, and said:

"Miss Bulma, take a look. These are my analyses and speculations about the spatial structure. Capsule Corporation can be described as an expert in the field of space. I believe you, Miss Bulma, will have some insights on this."

Bulma, her face flushed and her mind elsewhere, picked up the paper absentmindedly, glanced at it, and casually said:

"Let me take a look... This analytical structure seems to be the opposite of the principle of space compression; it must be applying some warping effect of space expansion..."

"Hmm, wait a minute, this formula... could it represent the spatial folding effect?!"

At first, Bulma was still having wild thoughts, but soon she discovered that the complex principles behind these formulas far exceeded her imagination. It was another application of space that was absolutely no less advanced than Space Capsule technology.

"Regarding the scope of application of this formula..."

"If it really causes spatial warping, it should create pocket spaces at a more microscopic level..."

Soon, Bulma had no time to admire Vegapunk's stunning good looks, and instead devoted more energy to studying the formula, while also asking Vegapunk more questions.

As Vegapunk answered their questions, he also began to raise many of his own research questions. The discussion between the two became increasingly intense as the discussion progressed, with countless inspirations emerging and making it even more irresistible for them.

While Bulma may possess a naive, carefree, and even somewhat infatuated personality, it would be truly strange to say that she has no passion for science, given that she is a super scientist who could create a powerful ray gun at the age of five and will later develop a time machine.

Before they knew it, as the two continued their discussion, the sky gradually darkened, the coffee on the table had long since gone cold, and the messy manuscripts replaced the snacks that Bulma had brought out. However, neither of them cared about this at all, and instead continued to exchange theories.

The two were slightly startled when the door opened, snapping them out of their endless mental whirlwind.

Vegapunk was alright, but Bulma, although physically healthy, was still only a 16-year-old girl. She had been discussing things with Vegapunk since morning, and hadn't even eaten lunch, and had been engaging in intense mental activities.

Bulma hadn't felt anything when her brain was racing and she was emotionally agitated, but now that it had suddenly stopped, she felt dizzy and her vision went black. She immediately lay down on the sofa, almost fainting.

Vegapunk gently extended his hand, and pure Yang Release Chakra slowly seeped into her body, making the exhausted Bulma feel warm all over, as if she had soaked in a hot spring in the dead of winter. Her mind, on the other hand, felt incredibly cool, as if she had suddenly entered an air-conditioned room in the sweltering summer.

Bulma let out a soft groan and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that her energy had been mostly restored. However, when she looked up and saw Vegapunk's figure, which appeared even more handsome and dazzling under the light of Chakra, and the warm hand she had just received, she was filled with regret.

Good heavens, Bulma, what stupid things have you done? You finally met your Prince Charming, and you spent the whole afternoon discussing formulas and theorems with him!

Well, it seems that this Prince Charming isn't angry at all. Rather, his level far exceeds his expectations; he's definitely not the kind of mediocre PhD who's just filling a position.

Bulma, who is still relatively young and far from reaching the peak of her knowledge, is even slightly at a disadvantage in her discussion with Vegapunk.

However, even though she was at a disadvantage in terms of knowledge, Bulma's performance in a certain kind of inspiration that belongs to geniuses was still better than Vegapunk's. It can be said that if Vegapunk hadn't traveled through the worlds of Hokage and One-Punch Man World, his level might not have been as good as Bulma's.

Just as Bulma was regaining her senses and was still lost in thought, a voice came from the doorway:

"Are we having guests, Bulma?"

As the voice came, a trendy-looking woman with blond curly hair and squinty eyes walked over.

"Mom, you're back!"

Bulma greeted them, and it was Bulma's mother, Mrs. Brief, who had returned.

"Oh my, where did this handsome guy come from? Bulma, is this your boyfriend? When did you get a boyfriend? Why didn't you come and let your mother see him sooner?!"

"Are you afraid your mom will steal your boyfriend away?!"

"Mom, what are you talking about?! Dr. Vegapunk is just a guest visiting my father, and we were just discussing some scientific issues!"

Bulma was furious; how could her mother still be so unreliable?

"Really? Oh ho ho, I see. But Bulma, why are you so nervous?"

Mrs. Brief covered her mouth and chuckled twice, looking knowing, which made Bulma blush instantly.

Although Mrs. Brief didn't know Vegapunk, she knew her daughter all too well. It would be truly strange if her daughter, who was obsessed with good looks and had a crush on such a handsome man, didn't have any feelings for him.

At the same time, Mrs. Brief glanced at the large amount of manuscript paper on the table, as well as the various formulas and theorems on the paper that looked like cryptic writing, and was slightly surprised.

Although Mrs. Brief was an intellectual, she was clearly far less so than her husband and daughter, and of course, she couldn't understand those formulas and theorems that were like cryptic texts.

But the fact that it could fill the entire table is clearly not the result of ordinary communication. Is this handsome guy really a scientist who can be compared to Bulma?

There are scientists in the Dragon Ball World who can rival Bulma, but their numbers are probably no more than five. Among her peers, almost no one can compare to Bulma. I never expected to actually meet one today.

Mrs. Brief was not highly scientifically literate, but she was well aware of the genius of her husband and daughter. Anyone who could keep up with their thinking was definitely not an ordinary scientist.

Unbeknownst to Bulma, her mother had already considered many things in a short period of time, even analyzing Vegapunk's approximate level. Bulma glanced at Vegapunk nervously, and seeing that he didn't seem to react to her mother's presence, she breathed a slight sigh of relief.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Bulma felt a little uneasy. Did this mean that the other party didn't care about her at all?

"Are you Mrs. Brief? Hello, my name is Vegapunk. I'm just a passing-by amateur scientist. I'm sorry to bother you by coming uninvited!"

Vegapunk greeted Mrs. Brief, who seemed a bit eccentric, with great politeness, which made Mrs. Brief laugh twice.

After observing Vegapunk and her daughter's expressions with great interest, Mrs. Brief smiled and said:

"It seems you young people should chat a bit more. I'll go prepare some food for you!"

As she spoke, Mrs. Brief walked towards the kitchen, then, as if remembering something, she went into the kitchen and poked her head out again:

"Bulma, although Mom doesn't object to you having a boyfriend so early, you should take precautions. I don't want to become a grandmother so soon."

Bulma was filled with shame and anger upon hearing this, and shouted loudly:

"Shut up right now! What are you even saying?!"