Instant Transmission

South of Nandi, three thousand kilometers away, a lone deserted island.

Here, the white sand beaches were even finer than those on Papaya Island, the seawater a translucent Tiffany blue.

The sea breeze blew, coconut leaves rustling softly, and a few seagulls lazily circled low in the sky.

"Shwoosh!"

Without any warning, the air seemed to tear for an instant, and two figures materialized on the beach out of nowhere.

Bulma still had her arms tightly wrapped around Krillin's neck, eyes squeezed shut, her lashes trembling slightly.

The weightlessness from a moment ago was too bizarre—like her body had been broken down into atoms, stuffed into an envelope, mailed off, and then reassembled.

"We're here."

Krillin's voice rang out above her head, carrying that characteristic calm.

Bulma cautiously opened one eye, and instead of the noisy Martial Arts Tournament venue, she saw an endless expanse of ocean.

"This... where is this?"

She let go, her feet sinking into the soft sand, her face full of disbelief.

"We were just on the island, and now in the blink of an eye... Is this another new move of yours?"

"Instant Transmission."

Krillin didn't hide it. He casually peeled off the tattered top that had been shredded in the fight, revealing a set of lean, muscular abs.

He stretched in the sunlight, his joints popping like a string of firecrackers.

"As long as I want to go somewhere, distance doesn't matter."

He walked to the shore, bent down, cupped a handful of seawater, and splashed his face. The cool touch of the water let the tension in his nerves ease a little.

He opened the System Panel.

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[Host: Lin Fei (Krillin)]
[Strength: 2500 (MAX - Earth Arc Cap)]
[Speed: 2500 (MAX - Earth Arc Cap)]
[Constitution: 2500 (MAX - Earth Arc Cap)]
[Mental Power: 2500 (MAX - Earth Arc Cap)]
[Skills: Instant Transmission (Beginner -> Proficiency Increasing)]

That teleport just now had consumed negligible Mental Power.

With his current Mental stat, even carrying Bulma around the Earth a few hundred times wouldn't tire him out.

"This skill is practically cheating," Krillin thought to himself.

With this, whether it was escaping, providing backup, or... going on dates, it was a god-tier ability.

"Instant Transmission..."

Bulma stared at Krillin's back, her expression complicated. The surprises this man gave her were just too many.

From the sudden height change, to that earth-shattering power, and now to spatial jumping.

He was like a treasure trove that could never be fully dug up, each layer hiding something that could overturn her worldview.

But soon, her scientist instincts were overwhelmed by her girlish heart.

"Wait! You said this was a honeymoon trip?"

Bulma looked at the desolate scenery around them, hands on her hips.

"Sure, the view's nice, but there's not even a hotel! Are we supposed to sleep on the beach? And I didn't even bring a change of clothes!"

"That's where your Dragon Radar comes in." Krillin turned around, grinning as he pointed at the small pouch on her waist.

"Dragon Radar? You want to find the Dragon Balls and wish for a villa?"

Bulma pulled out the radar and pressed a button. The screen immediately showed seven points of light scattered across the world.

"No, that would be too wasteful."

Krillin wagged his finger.

"Think about it. Dragon Balls are usually hidden in the most remote corners of the world. Deep in the ocean, on snowy mountains, or in ancient ruins."

"The process of finding the Dragon Balls—isn't that the best round-the-world trip?"

He walked up to Bulma and gently tapped her on the nose.

"Besides, I have Instant Transmission. That means we don't need to rush, no need to take those slow planes."

"One second we're at the poles watching the aurora, the next we can go to West City to buy your favorite cake."

"And the second after that, we can head to a primeval forest, catch a dinosaur, and roast it over a fire... just like I promised Goku."

Bulma was stunned.

This... what kind of divine technique is this?

Instant Transmission plus the Dragon Radar—the originally perilous adventure had instantly turned into a carefree outing?

"And,"

Krillin's voice dropped low, carrying a hint of temptation.

"These past few days, it's just the two of us." "No Goku with his bottomless stomach, no lecherous Master Roshi, only you and me."

Bulma's face flushed red again.

This man, he really knew what he was doing!

He was putting that off-the-charts Battle Power to use in the strangest places!

"Hmph, you sure know how to talk."

Bulma put away the radar, but she couldn't suppress the smile tugging at her lips.

"But the first stop has to be West City."

"I need to grab some capsules, take a shower, and change into... heh, a swimsuit that'll make your nose bleed!"

"As you command, my Wife." Krillin gave a goofy salute.

"Who's your wife!"

"Then... my Queen?"

"That's more like it!"

Krillin laughed and scooped Bulma up again.

This time, she didn't resist. Instead, she nestled obediently in his arms, tracing circles on his chest with her finger.

"Next stop, West City Capsule Corporation."

With a thought from Krillin, both their figures vanished into the sea breeze.

Meanwhile, thousands of kilometers away on Papaya Island.

"Ah-choo!"

Goku, who was in the middle of a massive feast, suddenly sneezed loudly, nearly sending the roasted pork leg in his hand flying.