Bulma Loses Her Strength

"Gohan, aren't you coming?"

After a moment of cheering, Son Goku looked at Gohan doubtfully.

"Cough, cough, you two are enough for the hunt, and it's not safe to leave a girl alone in this wilderness."

Son Gohan explained.

Bulma, standing nearby, heard this and felt a warmth in her heart.

"Son-kun is really so heartwarming!"

"Stupid Goku, acting like a child, so annoying!"

"Lord Sun, please ride on my back!"

After a moment of hesitation, Ribut bent down, inviting Son Goku onto his back.

"Just call me Goku!"

He joyfully jumped onto Ribut's neck, hugging it and sitting down.

"Let's go!"

With a cheer, Ribut, carrying Goku, flew far north.

Son Gohan and Bulma stood watching for a long time before Bulma was the first to withdraw her envious gaze.

"I'm really envious. All my life I've only flown in planes. I wonder what it's like to ride a dragon!"

She said with a sigh.

"No need to be envious. We can all ride tomorrow when we set off, but we'll need to design something like a saddle, won't we? Otherwise, it'll be easy to fall off."

Son Gohan pondered, stroking his chin.

This also gave Bulma a new idea.

"You're always so thoughtful!"

Thinking of something, she quickly returned to the small house and took out a Hoi-Poi Capsule from her portable case, casually throwing it on the ground.

With a "bang!", a workbench appeared directly in front of Bulma.

Son Gohan, who had followed her back, examined it closely and found that it was fully equipped with molds and tools.

"I have to say, Bulma, you really are a treasure trove of a girl. You even have this!"

As he spoke, he suddenly thought of something and turned to find the bundle Goku had placed in the corner.

Bulma watched him curiously as he rummaged around for a while before pulling out a device resembling a monocle.

"Found it!"

Son Gohan walked up to Bulma.

"Can you take a look at this for me? There's a monitoring device inside. Try to see if you can take it apart."

This was found in the spaceship that brought them to Earth. Before leaving, Son Gohan had packed it, thinking Bulma might be able to modify it.

Although she was still young, Son Gohan didn't hold out much hope.

"This material is quite unique. A monocle, what is it used for?"

Bulma took the Battle Scanner with one hand and played with it for a bit before asking curiously.

"Hmm..."

"On Earth, it's a big toy."

Son Gohan pondered for a moment and gave his opinion.

"In terms of the universe, it's a combat support tool that can detect the energy contained within a target's body."

"Normally, you just need to wear it on your ear and press the detection button to get the combat energy value of the target."

"Under normal circumstances, you can compare the strength of friend and foe just by measuring. With it, you can know whether to fight or retreat when facing an enemy."

The information revealed by Son Gohan's words made Bulma pause slightly.

She asked curiously.

"The universe?"

"Are there other life-bearing planets besides Earth?"

Son Gohan sat down on a nearby chair and replied.

"Of course. The universe is vast and boundless. Just in our North Galaxy, there are countless life-bearing planets."

"Huh? Really? By the way, Son-kun, how do you know this at such a young age?"

Bulma, who had always been full of curiosity and a desire to explore, asked.

Son Goku took the scanner from Bulma's hand, placed it in another room, and returned to his original spot to answer.

"Actually, Goku and I are aliens."

Son Gohan thought for a moment and decided to come clean. There was nothing to hide. At least Raditz knew their information on Earth, and they couldn't keep it hidden for long.

"Huh?!"

Bulma's mouth gradually widened.

"You must be kidding me!"

Bulma felt her worldview, formed over more than a decade, being shattered. She looked skeptical.

"It's true. Goku and I both come from a planet called Vegeta in the North Galaxy."

"Our race is called Saiyan, a warrior race renowned throughout the universe for combat!"

"Our tails are the mark of our clan."

As he explained, he manipulated the tail around his waist, making it sway flexibly behind him, which made Bulma stare.

"Ah! By the way, Son-kun, do you have a tail too? I thought Son Wukong deliberately attached a fake one to his butt!"

"So it's real!"

"Of course, it's real. The existence of this tail greatly enhances our survivability."

"Whenever Saiyans invade a planet and encounter unavoidable danger, the leader will create a moonlight wave. Once you look directly at it, we all evolve into a giant ape, and at that time, our combat power can increase tenfold!"

"Invade... planets?!"

"Yes, Saiyans are a warlike race. Most Saiyans are born fighters, so we used to serve the cosmic emperor Frieza, invading various life-bearing planets across the universe."

"This way, we Saiyans could get the battles we craved and various survival resources, while the Frieza Force would acquire some prime planets to sell to the universe's wealthy magnates."

"Even from a cosmic perspective, our race could be considered evil."

Son Gohan said this nonchalantly.

"Then, then Son-kun, you and Goku are too!"

Thinking of the terrifying, monstrous abilities of the two brothers, Bulma trembled. Now that she had heard such a big secret, would she be silenced?

"Goku and I?"

Seeing Bulma start to tremble, Son Gohan felt a surge of playfulness.

"As expected, you guessed it!"

His expression suddenly turned grim.

"In our race, children's combat power levels are tested from birth. Elites with high combat power at birth undergo years of strict training and are then assigned to combat divisions."

"As for those with very low combat power at birth, after receiving memory inheritance, they are randomly sent to low-level planets to fend for themselves!"

"Whether they conquer that planet or die in the end is acceptable. At least it's making use of waste, isn't it?"

Bulma watched Son Gohan's increasingly somber expression and noticed his voice becoming incredibly low. She felt her fear reach its peak.

"You, you you, you and Goku..."

She almost lost all her strength, managing only to squeeze out a choked sentence through gritted teeth.