Goma's Bewilderment

Crossing the shattered surface of black crystal rock, the Main Universe's party advanced steadily through the First Demon Realm.

The path was filled with scorched earth and dried-up lava riverbeds. A breeze carried the pungent smell of sulfur and the distinctive burnt stench of magic power residue.

As their guide, Ailins walked at the very front, holding a small flat glass bottle in her hands.

She scooped out a little of the milky-white cream with her fingertip and spread it evenly across her cheeks.

"This feels incredible."

Ailins examined herself from side to side in the compact mirror Bulma handed her, lightly rubbing circles over her purple skin with her fingers as she lavished it with praise.

"It's only been on for half an hour, and the peeling caused by years of magic-energy radiation has already healed by more than half."

"Has the Main Universe's biotechnology really become this sophisticated?"

Wearing combat boots, Bulma leisurely took a sip from a cup of iced fruit juice with one hand.

She lifted her chin, every bit the air of a big boss on display.

"I developed this myself. It has nanoscale restorative compounds added to it."

"Come back to Earth with us. I'll have some of the stock divided up for you."

Ailins's eyes lit up at once. She tucked the little glass bottle close to her body as though it were a treasure, and even her steps became noticeably lighter as she led the way.

At the rear of the party, Goku rested both hands behind his head when his stomach suddenly let out a drumlike protest.

His face fell, and his steps grew sluggish as well.

"How much longer do we have to walk? The fusion earlier drained all my energy. I can't even squeeze out the strength to throw