Huh? So soft?

"I must be too tired and hallucinating!"

"No, based on the fight they had before, Gohan treated this Big Dumb Dragon like a toy. So, is this scanner accurate?"

Bulma's mind was a mess. On one hand, the power level rankings defied her logic. On the other hand, the facts were right in front of her, and she couldn't help but believe them.

When she snapped back to reality, she realized the two people and one dragon who had been discussing their appetites were all looking at her. She felt a little embarrassed.

"How are we doing? What's our combat power?"

Son Gohan glanced at Bulma, who was holding the Battle Scanner, and asked casually.

"The readings are pretty accurate now. None of us can conceal our power yet. At most, we can focus our minds more in a combat stance, and a one or two-point increase is already amazing."

Goku and Ribut looked at each other, confused by their conversation.

After Son Gohan explained the combat power index to them, their enthusiasm for food was temporarily suppressed. They all gathered around Bulma, waiting for her to announce the results.

"7, 13, 39?"

Their reactions varied after receiving their combat power indexes.

Son Gohan simply nodded, acknowledging the information, and turned back to prepare the prey. Goku, however, widened his eyes and kept glancing at Son Gohan, muttering to himself.

"He's gotten stronger again! I've been trying to catch up all these years, but there's still a gap!"

"Haha, I'll definitely catch up and surpass him. Then I'll teach him a good lesson and let him know who the older brother is!"

Ribut looked at Son Gohan, then at Goku, and the dragon felt like his whole world was upside down.

"Who exactly is the apex predator in the food chain! Are these two half-beasts this strong?"

"Speaking of which, should I find a female monkey to have a half-dragon-monkey? Maybe then my son's combat power could be as strong as theirs?"

"After all, a dragon + monkey seems stronger than a human + monkey!"

Ribut felt a rare sense of dejection. When the gap between two parties is small, it only feels defiant. When the gap is large, it usually expresses admiration.

But when the two parties are no longer on the same level, all that's left is to look up to them.

"By the way, what's my combat power?"

Seeing that the three of them had their numbers, Bulma, who had been wearing the Battle Scanner, felt a little tempted.

After thinking for a moment, she handed the scanner to Goku and said.

"Goku-san, please test me too."

"Hmm, I've seen Gohan operate one before, I'll do it!"

Son Goku didn't waste any words. He took the scouter, put it on his ear, and pressed the detection button.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

"The power level is... 2!"

"Hahaha, Bulma, your power level is only 2! (＾-＾) Yay!"

"I remember Gohan saying my power level was also 2 when I was born!"

As the power level popped out, the simple-minded Wukong burst into laughter.

Bulma, on the other hand, blushed furiously at her low power level. She gritted her teeth, wanting to beat up Son Goku, but afraid of damaging her ladylike image.

Each person had their own thoughts, and the scene became a little awkward for a moment. Over there, Son Gohan started a bonfire and quickly called them over. The few of them snapped back to attention.

"Hey, Bulma, since there's nothing else to do, come and try my cooking!"

He held up a roasted whole wolf, which was sizzling and dripping oil, its aroma filling the entire space around them.

Bulma, who had been a little scared of these wolves, inexplicably agreed to Son Gohan's invitation. They gathered around the bonfire, waiting for the delicious meal to be ready.

During this lull, Son Gohan comforted the slightly upset Bulma.

"Don't take what Wukong said to heart. This child is just too simple-minded right now."

"You don't need to worry too much about power levels, Bulma."

"One reason is the difference in our races. On Planet Vegeta, due to gravity being ten times that of Earth, infants cannot survive without a certain level of strength at birth."

"Another thing is that everyone has their own strengths. Like how my brother and I don't have your beautiful looks or such a smart brain!"

Faced with Son Gohan's comfort, Bulma's conflicted heart instantly changed. Her mind was filled only with his praise for her.

"Son-kun~"

Seeing Bulma's gaze towards him almost melting, Son Gohan quickly coughed and said.

"The meat of these wolves is chewier than dog meat, but it's also very fragrant."

After he finished roasting the first wolf and broke it apart, he called Wukong and Ribut over. The three of them, along with the Dragon, gathered in a circle and began to taste Son Gohan's delicious cooking.

Skillfully skewering another wolf, Son Gohan roasted it while explaining their doubts to the two and the Dragon.

"Power levels aren't as simple as just adding them up. If according to the scouter, Bulma's power level is 2 and Ribut's is 7, does that mean it only takes four Bulmas to defeat Ribut?"

"In reality, if there were three other people with Bulma's power level to gang up on Ribut, it would just be adding more food to his plate."

"Of course, it can't measure absolute combat power either."

"Combat power points are dead, but people are alive."

"Everyone, don't blindly believe in combat power points. Sometimes combat also requires certain techniques, skills, and most importantly, an indomitable will to fight!"

"If combat power points were omnipotent, then why would everyone still fight? Upon meeting, couldn't they just scan each other's combat power points and the one with lower points would just surrender?"

As Son Gohan spoke eloquently, the atmosphere among them gradually eased. With the various fine wines Bulma took out from her capsules, they all drank themselves under the table and found places to fall into a deep sleep.

In the early morning, sunlight streamed through the window frames. Bulma's small face, with her eyes tightly shut, furrowed slightly. In her sleep, she always felt a sense of chest tightness and shortness of breath, as if she couldn't breathe.

It seemed like a nightmare, or perhaps not? She kept mumbling something, and a long leg that had broken free from the covers twitched, appearing quite uncomfortable.

"Ah!"

Son Gohan was groggily woken by a scream and rolled over groggily.

"Goku, don't be noisy, I want to sleep a little longer."

"Son! Gohan!"

Bulma looked at a small hand still resting on her chest, and a surge of emotion overwhelmed her. She almost gritted out Son Gohan's name through clenched teeth.

An inexplicable chill washed over him, and Son Gohan instantly woke up. He instinctively looked up, only to see a face flushed red with suppressed anger.

He felt a soft sensation on his hand and subconsciously patted it.

"Huh? So soft and fluffy?"