Cultivation in the Gravity Chamber

Seeing Bulma about to blow her top, Sun Mo said guiltily, "I came to find you today because I really just wanted to go shopping and watch a movie with you..."

"Oh, really?"

Bulma's face was full of suspicion. Her eyes curved, a hint of a sly smile fixed on Sun Mo's eyes as she stared hard.

"Really!"

Stared at like that, Sun Mo's eyes locked onto hers in return, as if facing down a fierce tiger.

Guilty as he was, he still held his ground and didn't look away.

Bulma was sharp as a tack; she instantly figured out the reason.

The corner of her mouth lifted slightly, and she laughed. "I get it!"

"Get what?"

Bulma analyzed, "Every time, you take leave on the weekend and come in the morning. But this time, it's not the weekend, and you're coming to see me at night.

You heard the Gravity Chamber was finished, so you couldn't wait to come.

But you were worried about making me mad, so you planned to spend today with me, and then tomorrow, while I'm at school, you can use the Gravity Chamber to your heart's content. Right?"

"Uh, well..."

Sun Mo was speechless for a moment.

Right now, Bulma, unclouded by love-struck thoughts, was way too sharp—he couldn't fool her at all.

Bulma seemed pleased with herself for catching Sun Mo's little scheme, and a smug grin spread across her face.

"Hehehe, this young lady is a genius girl—not so easy to trick!!"

Sun Mo stared at Bulma's pretty face and suddenly felt like he'd been going about things the wrong way.

Ever since coming to this world, to boost his strength, he'd been even more of a grind than Goku.

Master Roshi had told him many times to rest and relax.

He'd also repeatedly explained the core of the Turtle School to him.

"Train hard, study hard, rest hard, live hard...

Only by truly enjoying life and immersing yourself in it will you find happiness.

Even proper relaxation is a big help in improving your strength."

Sun Mo recalled Master Roshi's teachings and compared them to his own actions—it seemed he'd strayed from the Turtle School's principles.

If training with weights every day made you the strongest, then in the later days of Dragon Ball, Vegeta should have been number one in strength.

But was that the case?

Thinking this, Sun Mo felt he really had been wound too tight—like this, he couldn't beat Goku.

If he was obsessed with boosting power but didn't grow his mindset, he'd probably end up as just another nobody on the roadside.

Sun Mo took a deep breath.

He couldn't slack off completely, but he needed to relax a bit!

Give his body time to rest, and give his mind time to unwind too.

When training, train well; when dating, date well; when resting, rest well...

Right now, it was date time.

The top priority was figuring out how to make Bulma happy.

Explaining or defending himself was just a knee-jerk thought—even if he explained perfectly, Bulma wouldn't be happy.

Because she didn't want to hear that at all.

To make her happy, there was only one way: say more of what she liked to hear...

What did Bulma like to hear?

Sun Mo started thinking right away.

Seeing Sun Mo's eyes go unfocused, clearly spacing out, Bulma immediately asked, "What are you thinking?"

Sun Mo quickly said, "Nothing, nothing—I was just thinking about what movie to watch later..."

Bulma pouted. "Hmph, you've learned to say one thing and mean another—you were obviously daydreaming..."

Sun Mo suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

He grabbed Bulma's hands and leaned in close to her face.

"Bulma, you're really beautiful..."

Hearing those words suddenly pop out of Sun Mo's mouth, Bulma was stunned for a moment.

"What did you say?"

Biting back his embarrassment, Sun Mo leaned in even closer to Bulma and whispered, "Bulma, I said you're really beautiful!"

Bulma felt his warm breath and was caught off guard, a flush spreading from her cheeks to the tips of her ears.

She tried to pull her hand back, but he held it tighter.

The next moment, Sun Mo's hand was on her back, his eyes fixed on her, her blushing face reflected in them.

Bulma leaned into Sun Mo's chest with a coquettish pout, saying sweetly, "You blockhead, finally catching on..."

A moment later, the noise around them surged back into Bulma's ears.

Bulma abruptly broke free from Sun Mo's embrace, hurriedly smoothing her hair.

"First time I've seen a Martial Artist catch bullets barehanded!"

"Yeah, that was incredible..."

"And handsome too!"

"Plus, he seemed to ride in on a pillar—no idea how, but it looked awesome!"

The chatter grew louder, then cut off sharply.

Because they saw Bulma and Sun Mo embracing, only letting go when they sensed the onlookers.

Silence fell again.

The first to react was Erica, who spun around and said, "Oh, I just remembered, I need to buy some notebooks..."

Another classmate chimed in, "Ah, right, me too—let's go together!"

The two hurried off.

Amy gave them an awkward smile, nodded, and quickly left.

The other students found excuses to scatter, as if saying, "Sorry for the interruption—please, carry on!"

Soon, Bulma and Sun Mo were alone again.

The blush still hadn't faded from Bulma's face. She lightly stamped her foot to hide her shyness, then linked her arm through Sun Mo's.

"This is all your fault..."

She muttered at Sun Mo, but there was no reproach in her voice—only eyes sweet enough to drip honey.

She stepped onto the Flying Motorcycle and patted the seat behind her.

"Come on, let's eat first, then catch the new release, Starry Love!"

At the mention of food, Sun Mo perked up.

"Great!"

Sun Mo quickly sat behind Bulma, and she placed his hands on her waist.

"Hold tight, we're off!"

With that, Bulma hit the throttle, and the Flying Motorcycle launched into the air, heading straight for the restaurant.

The wind lifted Bulma's blue hair, leaving a trail of fragrance...

Nearby, the classmates watched Bulma and Sun Mo fly off cheerfully, Sun Mo's arms around Bulma's waist, and cast envious glances.

"No way that was an act?"

"If we hadn't walked by just then, they'd probably have kissed..."

"Too bad we missed it..."

The next day.

Bulma went to school, and Sun Mo finally got to the Gravity Chamber.

"No Senzu Beans on me—getting hurt would be bad. Let's start with 10x gravity..."

As gravity increased, Sun Mo instantly felt his muscles ache and tingle.

"Feels good!"

"With a Gravity Chamber, training is so convenient. Let's warm up first!"

With that, Sun Mo began his warm-up.

Leg stretches, joint rotations, jumps, push-ups, pull-ups...

Normally, he could work all day without tiring, but in the Gravity Chamber, just an hour left him drenched in sweat.

He turned off the gravity multiplier, felt the changes in his body, and sensed his whole frame had loosened up.

He couldn't help but sigh, "If I'd grown up on Planet Vegeta with its high gravity, I'd probably be ten times stronger than I am now..."

Still, he had no regrets.

If he were a native Saiyan, he'd be like those fools—only knowing how to fight and get stronger, never learning to train with focus and grow. Their ceiling was bound to be low.

"Warm-up done. Next, 20x gravity—activate!"