Bulma's Shocked Battle Power Index!

Everyone likes to be praised, especially women.

Son Gohan's flattery on the side made Bulma very pleased, and even the seriousness of her inspection increased significantly.

After dismantling the entire detector piece by piece, she picked up a rice-sized module from the table.

"Look, if I'm not mistaken, the listening and positioning device you mentioned should be this."

"After my inspection, it's the only thing on the entire machine that has been continuously emitting a special magnetic wave at an unfathomably fast speed."

"If there really is a device that can detect across the endless distance of the universe as you said, then this is probably it!"

"Huh? You found it so quickly? I thought you were still a bit too young to handle this. I was thinking that if you couldn't solve it, you could go home and ask Dr. Brief for help."

Son Gohan muttered in surprise.

"Hey! Although I'm young, I've already self-studied the entire graduate curriculum for electrical engineering! Do you understand what graduate studies are!"

"Stop looking down on me!"

"Also, how do you know my dad's name!"

Bulma seized on another detail from the conversation.

"I guessed it, of course. Although Goku and I live in seclusion in Baozi Mountain, I've been to the city before. I at least know about the famous Capsule Corp."

"Since this company is owned by the richest man on Earth, I did some research."

"At least I know the owner of this company is a doctor named Brief."

"As for you, your name is Bulma, you're wearing Capsule Corp equipment from head to toe, and you're throwing Hoi-Poi Capsules around like they're free."

"Anyone with a normal IQ would have guessed, right?"

Son Gohan spread his hands in response.

"If I were you, I'd disguise myself next time I go out on an adventure. At least cover yourself up. There are so many bad guys out there, you can't always be lucky enough to run into us!"

He expressed his concern at the right moment, which made Bulma feel warm inside, very thoughtful.

Although her heart was surging like a flood, she maintained a strong facade.

"Hmph, so what if they're bad guys! My gun isn't just for show!"

"But have you ever considered that there are also experts among the bad guys? Currently, there are many martial artists on Earth who are stronger than us brothers, and some of them are great demons who kill without batting an eye!"

"They say that cultivation requires wealth, partners, Dharma, and a place. If a great demon kidnaps you to be his captive wife, wouldn't you have wealth, partners, and a place all at once!"

After taking the listening module from Bulma's hand, he examined it while continuing to scare her.

After watching for a while and seeing nothing, he directly crushed the small object in his hand.

"This way, Earth is temporarily safe!"

"You, don't scare me!"

The more Bulma listened, the more she felt Son Gohan made sense, and she no longer dared to be stubborn.

"What you said is too scary!"

Seeing her attitude change, Son Gohan realized his warning had taken effect. He turned around and sat back in his chair.

"Perhaps, this is just speculation."

Bulma's hands paused for a moment, and she continued assembling the Battle Scanner. Neither of them spoke for a long time.

As time passed, sweat gradually gathered on Bulma's forehead. However, she was so focused on assembling the delicate instrument that she didn't bother to wipe it away.

"Finally, it's done!"

After the last tiny nut was installed, Bulma looked at the small object in front of her and happily wiped away her sweat.

"Speaking of which, according to what you said, isn't this battle instrument very useful for martial artists like you? Why are you giving it to me?"

"To me, it's just a big toy. Martial artists should rely on themselves and not use auxiliary tools to fight."

"Besides, what it measures can sometimes be deceiving."

"From what I understand, martial artists on Earth generally control their ki. When not fighting, they instinctively suppress their ki. So, it usually only detects the host's displayed combat power. This might lead to underestimating the enemy at some point and losing one's life."

"What a letdown. I thought alien technology was supposed to be amazing."

Bulma mumbled, her interest in it clearly waning.

"Don't be discouraged. It's perfect for you."

"At least when you wear it, you'll know the approximate strength of the person opposite you, which will help you make more informed decisions."

Just as they were about to say more, a series of excited shouts suddenly came from afar.

"Judging by the sound, it's Goku and the others returning! I wonder how much prey they brought back. Let's go take a look together."

Son Gohan called out to Bulma and led the way out.

Bulma responded and was about to follow, but halfway out, she seemed to remember something. She turned back to the table, took the Battle Scanner, and put it on.

"I want to see what this thing is good for."

The desolate plains were bathed in moonlight, and apart from the whistling wind, there were few other sounds.

Son Goku excitedly dismounted from the dragon's back, a few wild wolves with their limbs tied hanging from his Ruyi Staff behind him.

"Quite a good haul, Wukong!"

Seeing the prey before him, Son Gohan was also in a good mood.

Besides fighting, the Saiyan's greatest pleasure was satisfying their appetites.

In this regard, whether in his past life or this one, it suited his temperament perfectly.

"You've worked hard, Ribut, Wukong. I'll take over from here. You two rest first, I'll call you when it's time to eat!"

Stepping forward, Son Gohan took the Ruyi Staff from Wukong's hand, preparing to process the ingredients and turn them into a delicious meal.

"Beep beep beep beep!"

"Battle Power: 7..."

"Battle Power: 13..."

"Battle Power: 39!"

Bulma stared blankly at the numbers displayed before her.

Although she didn't know what these numbers represented, a simple comparison would tell her.

Just how terrifying these two children were!

"This huge Pterosaur only has a single-digit Battle Power of 7..."

"But Son Goku's Battle Power was previously so much higher than it!"

"Even more terrifying is that Gohan's Battle Power reached an astonishing 39! Ribut, that stupid dragon's Battle Power isn't even a fraction of his!"

She looked at Ribut, who was crouching on the ground and still taller than her house, then unconsciously looked at the Son brothers, who were shorter than each other, and felt a sense of bewilderment swirling in her mind.

"This... this must be fake!"