"Shenron, my wish is to gain the ability to survive and breathe in space with my physical body, without changing the fact that I am human," Bulma said to Porunga.
This had been He-El's suggestion.
He-El himself had techniques that allowed him to breathe in space. Afraid that Bulma might run into trouble someday, he had suggested that she wish for the ability to breathe in space.
That way, even without a spaceship, she could travel through space using the psychic martial art He-El had taught her.
"That is easy." Porunga lowered his head to glance at Bulma. As soon as he spoke, golden light descended and enveloped her.
Bathed in the golden light, Bulma felt as though she had changed. Yet if asked what exactly was different, she could not say. It simply felt as though every pore on her body could breathe more deeply with the outside world.
In an instant, it was as if she had walked out of a stuffy room into the wilderness beneath the morning dawn. Her entire body felt clear and refreshed.
The light quickly faded. He-El could tell that, without changing Bulma's human nature, Porunga had adjusted the gas exchange functions of her respiratory system, enhancing her breathing system and slightly altering her alveoli to suit the various rays of space. Bulma could now not only inhale oxygen and exhale carbon dioxide, but also draw upon the environment of space to regulate energy exchange within her body and generate gases suited to her physical form.
Bulma could no longer merely inhale oxygen and exhale carbon dioxide. She could also use external energy to complete her own internal gas cycle. In a sense, she now possessed a self-circulating energy-conversion gas mechanism.
This mechanism had not changed Bulma's essence as a human. It had