"Mommy's got a lot of work to do! She has to change Trunks's clothes, feed him milk, and take care of all sorts of things." Jiro backed Bulma up. "That's right. The Bulmas are an esteemed family, too. Let's go to Bulma's house."
Goku was at a loss. He couldn't refuse their request, so he reluctantly left Turtle Hermit House behind. Chen was lying quietly in bed and seemed to be almost better.
Piccolo, Krillin, and the others were flying toward the androids, each of them feeling anxious. I hope the androids haven't caught up with Goku and Bulma.
No. 16 wasn't focused on the fight at all. He gazed at the little birds and the world outside, his eyes full of warmth. The fight between Vegeta and No. 18 was about to begin.
Without a word, No. 18 charged at Vegeta. Her strength was formidable, but Vegeta hurled her into a mountain, smashing it apart.
But that injury was nothing to No. 18—barely a scratch. Vegeta charged at her again, while No. 17 watched from below, thoroughly entertained.
No. 18's eyes were still searching for birds and butterflies. Watching Vegeta, No. 17 said, "Vegeta really is a formidable guy. It's amazing! He's nothing like Dr. Gero's reports described. Vegeta really is a formidable guy."
Vegeta looked at her with disdain. "You puppets don't even react when you're hurt, do you? In that case, I'll tear you apart! Let's see how you smile then."
Just then, a truck came around the bend behind No. 18. It was almost there, but someone was blocking the road. The driver slammed on the brakes just in time, and luckily, there was no accident.
The truck driver was furious. He stuck his head out the window and yelled, "Hey! Why are you standing in