Vacuum Environment Adaptability

As the altitude skyrocketed, the West City below turned into a brilliant patch of light, and clouds rushed backward beneath their feet like cotton fluff.

Bulma clung tightly to Krillin's neck, eyes shut, screaming.

By all logic, at this height and speed, the intense friction heat and lack of oxygen should have knocked an ordinary person unconscious or even killed them instantly.

But strangely, she felt no discomfort at all.

No suffocation, no cold—even the fierce wind rushing at them was perfectly blocked by a faint layer of Aura on Krillin's skin.

"Open your eyes and look, Bulma."

Krillin's voice didn't travel through the air; it resonated directly in her mind through the vibration of ki.

Bulma tremblingly cracked one eye open.

The next second, her eyes went wide.

That profound, extreme black—a cosmic backdrop no pigment could ever replicate.

Countless Stars were no longer the twinkling specks seen from the ground; they were clear, bright, stationary points of light, filling the entire field of vision.

And beneath her feet, a massive blue arc stretched across the view. That was Earth, humanity's cradle.

"This is..." Bulma opened her mouth but found she couldn't make a sound.

This was a vacuum. Sound couldn't travel.

But she realized in panic that she wasn't suffocating.

Her lungs had stopped working, yet the oxygen in her blood remained abundant. Her body seemed to have flipped a mysterious switch, drawing trace energy directly from the surrounding cosmic radiation to sustain itself.

"This is Shenron's power."

Krillin's voice echoed in her mind again.

"Now you're an Earthling who can survive naked in space too."

"So, scientist, is this special enough for a wedding gift?"

Bulma flailed her arms and legs excitedly, like a kid just learning to swim.

She twisted around in Krillin's arms, taking in the magnificent sight. Her scientist's curiosity instantly crushed her fear.

She tried to speak, mouth opening and closing, but only produced a silent pantomime—goofy and adorable.

Krillin watched her and couldn't help laughing (silently, of course).

Up here, ten thousand meters high, in this dead vacuum, it was just the two of them.

No annoying reporters, no noisy guests, no worldly interruptions.

"Bulma."

Krillin called out through telepathy.

Bulma turned her head to look at him.

At that moment, Krillin didn't have that world-shattering aura about him. Hovering against the backdrop of the Starry Sky, his bald head even reflected Earth's faint glow, giving him a somewhat sacred air.

His gaze was intense and focused, making Bulma's heart race.

"Since we don't need to breathe anymore,"

Krillin transmitted with a mischievous grin.

"Should we test the limits of lung capacity without oxygen?"

Bulma froze for a second, then caught his meaning.

Her cheeks instantly flushed a rosy red, strikingly vivid in this frozen space.

She shot him a coy, reproachful glare, then reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck.

In this orbit, four hundred kilometers above the ground, in this place where only satellites and solitude kept them company, the two locked in a deep kiss.

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 this Starry Sky.

Though her body didn't need oxygen, her brain spun from sheer excitement and shyness—a dizziness more intoxicating than suffocation.

Krillin's palm pressed against her back, a steady warmth seeping through the custom dress. That overwhelming sense of security made her surrender completely.

Code
[Ding! Detected host achieving deep emotional interaction with heroine in special environment (space).]
[Achievement unlocked: Vow Under the Starry Sky.]
[Reward: Charm stat breaks limit. Current Charm: 160.]
[System evaluation: You're quite the smooth operator.]

Who knew how long passed, until a discarded satellite drifted by slowly like a lightbulb, and they finally pulled apart.

Bulma gasped heavily—a purely habitual reflex, since she wasn't actually inhaling anything—but that didn't stop her face from turning as red as a ripe apple.

She glared at Krillin, mouthing the words.

"Pervert!"

Krillin burst out laughing, scooped her up in his arms, and spun around in space.

"Let's go, Wife! Our honeymoon's just getting started. Next, we've got... something more important to do."

"Something more important?" Bulma looked at him doubtfully, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

Krillin didn't explain. He just flickered.

Whoosh!

The improved Instant Transmission activated.

Their figures vanished from the silent orbit, leaving only that passing satellite, lonely in its reflection of the sun's light.

West City, Dr. Brief's estate.

It was already late at night. The guests had all gone, and the servants had retired as well.