The Stubbornness of Earth's People

West City, Capsule Corporation.

The boisterous celebration finally drew to a close.

Over three hundred household robots were gliding at high speed along the tracks bordering the lawn, their mechanical arms precisely picking up leftover food and bone fragments from the ground.

Spilled wine and beverages on the lawn were being siphoned away by micro-fans, and the greasy smell of roasted meat in the air quickly dissipated under the effect of deodorizing spray.

On the living room sofa, Krillin was sitting cross-legged.

He ignored the cleanup outside and focused all his attention on his system's storage space.

His upcoming trip to the Demon Realm was unpredictable, so he had to meticulously arrange his contingency plans.

There was a little less than half a bag of Senzu Beans left. These were a private stash from Korin, while Yajirobe had brewed the rest into various kinds of alcohol – a true waste of good ingredients.

Even though his Divine Oracle Technique could also heal, he worried about what might happen when he wasn't around. Having backups was always a good idea.

He had organized three complete sets of Universal Capsules of various models, along with several samples of active cells cut from Buu.

"Dad!"

With a somewhat casual call, the electronic door to the living room slid open to the sides.

Trunks swaggered in.

Today, he wasn't wearing that dull martial arts uniform. Instead, he had on a limited-edition heavy industrial motorcycle leather jacket, ripped jeans on his lower body, and high-top combat boots.

His handsome face, paired with his imposing 1.8-meter frame, blended the roguish charm of a rich young master with the composure of a martial arts powerhouse, making him extremely eye-catching.

(Imagine a rich second-generation Saitama with hair.)

He had just finished sparring with Gohan in the wilderness area