"Cough, cough. Don't make people out to be so bad." Luo Tian wiped his sweat.
"Found it. It's right here, this is it." Mr. Popo pointed toward a large structure that had appeared ahead.
No, to be precise, it should have been a strange-looking spaceship.
The spaceship had probably been neglected for a long time. It was already covered in moss.
"Luo Tian, hurry and carry me down so we can take a look." Bulma held out her hand.
Luo Tian sighed softly.
It was barely a meter high. Did she really need him to carry her down?
All right.
Luo Tian picked Bulma up and hopped down lightly.
"Is this a spaceship?" Mr. Popo asked.
"We'll have to inspect it to know." Bulma went over, peeled off a patch of moss, and examined the material the ship was made of.
What kind of material was this?
It didn't look like metal.
How strange!
"What exactly is this thing? Can you explain it more clearly?" Bulma turned to ask Mr. Popo.
"About a hundred years ago, Kami happened to tell me about the past," Mr. Popo replied. "Kami said he'd lived here on Yunzabit Heights ever since he was very young. I asked him how he'd managed to survive in such a harsh place. Kami said he didn't know why he'd been there. He seemed to have been struck on the head and lost his memory."
"Uh... Goku was also struck on the head and lost his memory." Bulma nodded. "These aliens are really something. They're always accidentally bumping their heads..."
Mr. Popo: "..."
You really know how to respond.
I don't even know what to say next.
"Go on," Bulma said.
"I also asked Kami if he had parents—a father and a mother," Mr. Popo said. "Kami told me