As they rapidly climbed higher, West City below dwindled into a dazzling patch of light, while the clouds rushed past beneath them like tufts of cotton.
Bulma clung tightly to Krillin's neck, eyes shut as she screamed.
By all rights, at this altitude and speed, the intense frictional heat and lack of oxygen should have been enough to knock an ordinary person unconscious—or even kill them—in an instant.
But strangely, she didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
She wasn't suffocating or cold, and even the gale rushing toward them was perfectly blocked by a faint Aura surrounding Krillin's body.
"Open your eyes and take a look, Bulma."
Krillin's voice didn't travel through the air. Instead, the vibrations of his ki carried it directly into her mind.
Bulma cautiously cracked one eye open.
The next second, her eyes went wide.
The deep, endless black was the color of the universe itself, a shade no paint could ever reproduce.
The countless stars were no longer faint, twinkling specks as seen from the ground. They were clear, bright, motionless points of light, filling her entire field of view.
And below her, an enormous blue arc stretched across her vision. It was Earth, the cradle of humanity.
"This is..." Bulma parted her lips, only to find that no sound came out.
This was a vacuum. Sound couldn't travel here.
But to her horror, she realized she wasn't suffocating.
Her lungs had stopped working, yet her blood remained rich with oxygen. It was as if some mysterious switch had been flipped inside her body, allowing her to draw tiny amounts of energy directly from the surrounding cosmic radiation to stay alive.
"This is the power of Shenron."
Krillin's voice sounded in her mind again.
"Now you're an Earthling who can survive naked in space, too."
"So, what do you think, scientist? Is this wedding gift special enough?"
Bulma excitedly waved her arms and legs like a child who had just learned to swim.
She turned around in Krillin's arms and gazed at the magnificent sight. Her scientific curiosity instantly overwhelmed her fear.
She tried to speak, her mouth opening and closing, but all she could manage was a silent pantomime. She looked both ridiculous and adorable.
Seeing her like that, Krillin couldn't help laughing—silently, of course.
Ten thousand meters above the ground, in the dead silence of the vacuum, there were only the two of them.
No annoying reporters, no noisy guests, and no worldly distractions of any kind.
"Bulma."
Krillin called to her telepathically.
Bulma turned to look at him.
Krillin didn't have the kind of aura that could destroy the heavens and the earth. Floating against the backdrop of the stars, his bald head reflected Earth's faint glow, making him look almost sacred.
His gaze was ardent and intent, making Bulma's heart race.
"Since we don't need to breathe anymore..."
Krillin sent her a mischievous message.
"Should we test the limits of our lung capacity without any oxygen?"
Bulma froze for a moment, then understood what he meant.
Her cheeks instantly flushed crimson, a striking sight in the cold vastness of space.
She shot Krillin a coy glare, then willingly wrapped both arms around his neck.
In orbit, four hundred kilometers above Earth, in a place where they had only satellites and solitude for company, the two held each other in a tight embrace and kissed.
It was a long kiss.
No need to breathe, no need to pause.
Time seemed to lose all meaning.
Bulma felt as if she were melting into the starry sky.
Although her body didn't need oxygen, the overwhelming excitement and embarrassment made her head spin. It was a feeling more intoxicating than oxygen deprivation.
Krillin's palm rested against her back, warmth flowing through her specially made dress. The incredible sense of security made her surrender completely.
[ Ding! The host and the heroine have achieved a profound emotional connection in a special environment (space). ] [ Achievement unlocked: A Vow Beneath the Stars. ] [ Reward: Charm Points have broken through their limits. Current Charm Points: 160. ] [ System evaluation: You really know how to have fun, you master of romance. ]
After who knew how long, a discarded artificial satellite drifted leisurely past them like a lightbulb, and the two finally parted.
Bulma gasped for breath—purely out of habit. In truth, she couldn't draw any air, but that didn't stop her face from turning as red as a ripe apple.
She glared at Krillin and mouthed the words.
"Pervert!"
Krillin burst out laughing, swept her up in his arms, and spun around in space.
"Come on, wife! Our honeymoon has only just begun! Next, we're going to... do something even more important."
"Something more important?" Bulma looked at him in confusion, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.
Krillin didn't explain. He simply vanished in a flash.
Whoosh!
The improved Instant Transmission activated.
The two disappeared from the silent orbit, leaving only the passing satellite, lonely as it reflected the sun's light.
West City, Dr. Brief's estate.
It was already late at night. The guests had all left, and the servants had gone to bed.
Before you continue