"Half a year, perhaps." He-El considered the progress of his research into Dragon Ball Universe knowledge. Turning that knowledge into techniques he could use would likely require time for knowledge and inspiration to collide. Half a year was already quite a long time.
"Alright." Bulma nestled comfortably against He-El's chest.
After enjoying the scenery from high in the sky for quite a while, the two descended at sunset and entered the Grand Elder's village for dinner.
In one corner of the village, the two had also built a small house five days earlier that matched Planet Namek's distinctive style, carrying a rather secluded, reclusive atmosphere.
Hand in hand, they walked along the village paths, greeting the Namekians they knew. Once back at their home, they cooked and ate dinner. Then, beneath the starlight, they lay on the grass outside and watched the sky. Several mischievous Namekian children came running over with giggles, asking He-El to tell them about the stories and scenery of other planets.
He-El told the Namekian children about the customs and stories of several planets, drawing repeated cries of surprise and boundless curiosity from them.
Bulma smiled warmly at the side. Watching He-El surrounded by a group of Namekian children, she felt touched, relaxed, and at ease.
The cool night breeze rustled, winding through their hair.
When it was nearly late at night, He-El and Bulma led the Namekian children back to the village. After bidding them farewell one by one, everyone returned to their own homes to sleep.
The next day.
Nail and Yug came to their door while He-El and Bulma were having breakfast.
"We've moved all of Planet Namek's spacecraft-related technology here from every region. Even the damaged equipment hidden in the mountains and seas after the last climate disaster—we found all of it,