After He-El chatted with Bulma, who was leaning at the window, for a while, her eyelids began to droop, and she fell asleep against the window.
He-El entered the house, carried the sleeping Bulma back to her room in his arms, tucked her under the blanket, then left the house and saw clouds of sand rising in the distance.
"Goku, desert bandits are coming." He-El walked over to Goku, who was sleeping against the rock wall with a bubble blowing from his nose, and shook him awake.
"Bandits are coming? Let me handle them." Goku rubbed the sleepy corners of his eyes, opened his mouth in a long yawn, and was about to start warming up.
"No need to warm up, Goku. I'll make the move this time. Carefully sense the movements of my muscles and my Ki. I'll lower my body's defenses so you can observe clearly," He-El said with a slight smile.
"Ah, okay. I'll watch carefully." Goku scratched his head and nodded, staring intently at He-El's muscles while sensing his Ki, feeling every movement He-El made.
Seeing Goku study him so attentively, He-El nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Yamcha and Puar, who were riding a hovering motorcycle and kicking up sand as they approached.
"I had to chase you for so long before I got this chance. I won't let you go." Yamcha stood atop the earth-yellow hovering motorcycle, the Jet Squirrel. He wore a loose green upper garment and red martial arts trousers, with a red scarf draped over his shoulders. His thick hair curled slightly past his shoulders, a sword hung at his waist, and a cold smile curled across his resolute face as he looked at He-El.
Puar clung to Yamcha's leg. Seeing He-El's expressionless face, he felt a little uneasy.