"Brother Talot, you're back?!"
The moment she saw Talot standing at the doorway, Bulma's face lit up with delighted surprise.
Her hands were full of assorted components, so it took her a while to restrain the urge to rush over and hug Talot.
Bulma had not noticed at first. It was only when the wind blew in and scattered her hair that she looked toward the door.
For Talot and the others, only three and a half months had passed. But to Bulma, it felt like years.
"Yeah, I'm back. You're so focused—what are you researching this time?" Talot asked as he entered the laboratory and walked over to her.
"Nothing much. I'm just building a New Type Jet, improving its performance based on the original model, adding some offensive and defensive weapons, and throwing in a few more novel features while I'm at it." Bulma answered without hiding anything, then looked at Selari and Gine, who had come with him, and greeted them.
"As expected of Bulma. You can already shoulder such a huge responsibility. With Earth's technology in your hands, it's advancing rapidly every moment," Gine praised.
There was something in her gaze that made it seem as though she were looking at her future daughter-in-law.
In truth, that was exactly what it was.
Gine had long since regarded Bulma as Talot's little wife, just like Selari.
"Aunt Gine, you're flattering me. I'm only helping Dad make some improvements," Bulma replied gently in front of Talot.
Though she was proud inside, she did not show it.
Selari stood to the side without saying a word.
In fact, the two of them could understand each other's thoughts with just a glance.
Instead, Bulma found Selari's unusual silence rather unbelievable.
Normally, she would have been unable to resist teasing her