Ten days later.
Bulma drove her modified little car, feeling rather sulky. But when she saw He-El running steadily in the distance through the rearview mirror, her anger faded at the sight of his face, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.
Over the past ten days, Bulma had constantly racked her brains for ways to get closer to He-El.
When they had first set out, He-El had seen that Bulma's car was rather small. He would be uncomfortable sitting in it, unable to stretch his limbs, so he suggested, "You drive. I'll run alongside and keep up with the car. I can train while following you."
Bulma's little car was even smaller than a Wuling Hongguang MIMI, and it was a two-seater at that. When He-El sat inside, his head nearly touched the roof, let alone allowing him room to stretch.
Bulma was deeply unwilling to accept that and tried every possible means to ride with He-El.
Who was she?
She was West City's genius beauty!
That very night, Bulma took her little car apart. After working through the entire night, she widened the two-seater, turned the driver and passenger seats into a couple's seat, ripped off the roof, and made it into a convertible heart-shaped car.
Bulma's intentions could not have been more obvious, yet He-El still refused her.
He had no choice but to refuse. The little car had been turned into the shape of a heart.
Then Bulma suggested that He-El drive a scooter while she sat behind him. Just imagining herself hugging He-El and rubbing against the broad muscles of his back made Bulma drool.
The scooter was a hovering motorcycle.
But He-El refused again, saying that he needed to keep training.
Bulma was terribly disappointed. After that, she came up with all sorts