Time flies, and one year has passed in the blink of an eye.
West City, Capsule Corporation headquarters, this building that is usually full of futuristic technology, is now shrouded in an unprecedented tense atmosphere.
The source of everything comes from the fact that the pregnant hostess in Master Bedroom on the top floor - Bulma is pregnant.
This news is like a bombshell, completely subverting the operation model of Dr. Brief and even the entire company.
In the early morning, Krillin walked out of the bedroom and saw a team of cleaners Robot carefully wiping the floor with nano sponges, their movements so gentle as to avoid making the slightest noise.
On the walls of the corridor, the originally artistic and tough metal decorations have been replaced with soft sound-absorbing materials.
What floats in the air is no longer the cold smell of engine oil and metal, but the "cosmic nutritional fragrance" personally prepared by Mrs. Briefs, which is said to soothe the mood of the fetus.
It smells like a weird combination of strawberry milk and circuit boards.
"Good morning, Uncle Krillin."
A butler Robot glided over, with a cup of warm water on the tray whose temperature was precisely controlled at 37.5 degrees Celsius.
"According to the instruction of Dr. Brief, in order to ensure the health of my wife and fetus, any sound higher than 40 decibels is prohibited within a radius of 100 meters."
"All food must undergo spectral analysis to confirm that it does not contain any potential allergens."
Krillin took the water cup and looked behind Robot. Dr. Brief was wearing a huge helmet-type detector, sneakily sticking it to Master Bedroom's door, muttering something in his mouth.
"The vital signs are stable, and the energy fluctuations are extremely strong... Dear grandson, let grandpa collect more data..."
On the other side, Mrs. Briefs was holding a pot of strangely colored soup and persuading her lovingly.
"Krillin, this is the soup I made using some very rare healing plants and energy fruits. It's especially good for babies. Let Bulma drink it while it's hot."
Krillin looked at the pot of soup with green bubbles, and the corners of his eyes twitched.
This isn't a miscarriage, it's clearly entering a state of first-level combat readiness.
He shook his head helplessly, opened the door and walked in.
In the room, Bulma was leaning on the bed, flipping through parenting magazines irritably.
"It's so annoying! My father treats me as an experiment, and my mother treats me as a nutritional dish! I'm just pregnant, not fragile!"
Krillin walked over with a smile, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently held her hand.
"They also care about you. After all, this is a big deal for our family."
He gently placed his palms on Bulma's swollen belly, closed his eyes, and slowly let out a trace of pure "qi".
This is a compulsory course for him every day, using his own strength to nurture the little life that is about to be born.
[Genius Intellect] activated instantly, and his perception penetrated to an incredible microscopic level.
He could "see" that small living body. Every cell was full of explosive vitality. The gene chain was like a bright galaxy, containing unimaginable potential.
[Ding! Target life form detected... analyzing...]
[Potential rating: SSS level·Super Earthling!]
[Bloodline composition: Saitama Template (genetic variation) 3.5%, Brive family genius gene (dominant)...]
[Comprehensive evaluation: This individual has the potential to break Limiter, has extremely high scientific research talent, and is a perfect combination of combat and wisdom.]
Krillin felt something in his heart.
Saitama Template's genes can actually be inherited, although only 3.5%, but this means that his children will be at the top of the earth's biological chain from birth.
Just as he was sighing, he suddenly felt that the breath he had passed through seemed to be lightly touched by something.
Immediately afterwards, a weak but extremely pure Qi came back from the fetus, as if responding to him.
This aura is very small, but it carries an innate domineering and intimate nature.
Krillin opened his eyes suddenly, his face full of surprise.
"What's wrong?"
Bulma was shocked by his reaction.
"He... he was interacting with me."
Krillin's voice was trembling, and this feeling was more shocking than when he defeated any powerful enemy.
This is not a resonance of strength, but a miracle of blood connection.
He could feel that the little guy was greedily absorbing the air he had passed through, and was clumsily imitating and responding with the weak air flow he had just born.
"You little bastard, you want to learn kung fu at such a young age?"
Krillin smiled and cursed, but his eyes were full of irresistible tenderness.
From that day on, his "work" of nurturing the fetus became even harder.
He wraps Bulma's belly with his own Qi almost around the clock, enjoying this unique father-son communication.
On the day of delivery, West City's largest private hospital was completely booked.
Outside the delivery room, Dr. Brief was restless, and Master Roshi was so nervous that he couldn't even watch Playboy.
Sister Lanchi was praying for a while, wiping the rocket launcher for a while, claiming that anyone who dared to cause Bulma pain would be bombarded here.