Soro had spent twenty-five years eating on Atlantis Planet, and now he wanted to steer clear of abalone whenever he saw it.
Actually, when he thought about it, that made sense. The natives there were basically cat people.
It was only natural that the planet should abound in seafood.
Now that he was on Earth, Soro planned to collect some seeds and take them back to Atlantis Planet.
Potatoes, sweet potatoes, tomatoes, chili peppers, cumin...
He couldn't leave out a single one.
"Soro, what's wrong?" Bulma saw that his eyes had gone red again and hurriedly leaned forward, concern in her voice.
"The food here is so good," Soro answered honestly, stuffing a mouthful of greens into his mouth. "We don't have food this delicious on my planet."
"Is the environment on your planet really bad?" Bulma asked, tilting her head, her brows slightly furrowed.
"There isn't much advanced technology on my planet." Soro sighed and set down his chopsticks. "With my help, we barely managed to invent electricity and the steam engine."
"Huh?" Bulma looked at Soro with sympathy, her mouth slightly agape. "A steam engine? That's a machine from a very ancient era..."
"And these! These! These..." Soro pointed at the tomatoes, potatoes, sweet potatoes, and other crops that didn't exist on Atlantis Planet, tapping his finger above the plates. "We don't have any of these ingredients."
"You don't even have these things on your planet?" Bulma's sympathy deepened, and her brows knit together even more tightly.
Then she asked curiously, "So what do you usually eat?"
"There's plenty of seafood on my planet." Soro spoke with a touch of nostalgia, his gaze turning distant. "Things like king crab, wild-caught prawns, abalone, sea cucumbers, and oysters. We have all of them."
"How about I send some food to your planet?" Bulma's eyes lit up as she made the suggestion, clapping her hands together in front of her chest.
"That would be wonderful." Soro nodded his thanks, a sincere smile on his lips. "Thank you."
"Then it's settled." Bulma smiled, her eyes curving into crescents. "Before we go to Namek, we'll stop by your planet and send over some food."
"It'd be out of our way." Soro slowly shook his head. "It would add several days to our trip to Namek."
"That's fine." Bulma blinked and giggled, tapping her finger on the table. "You helped us so much. It's the least we can do."
"When I landed on Earth, I saw two spaceships." Soro mused, rubbing his chin. "The other one belonged to Nappa, right? We can make some simple modifications to that ship and use it as ours, then set mine to autopilot and send the cargo straight to Atlantis Planet. I can leave a letter telling them what to do."
"If that's the plan, then there shouldn't be a problem." Bulma nodded slightly, her expression growing serious.
She paused.
"With empty Hoi-Poi Capsules, we can send over lots and lots of things. I'll take you around for the next couple of days. Anything your planet doesn't have, we'll pack up and send over."
"Thank you so much!" Soro hurried to express his gratitude.
That way, Xiao Yi and Xiao Yibai wouldn't have to eat seafood every day.
They'd finally get to enjoy some different kinds of food.
Soro's lips curled into a slight smile, and he picked up another piece of potato and popped it into his mouth.
They'd been eating for a while.
Son Goku could barely sit still.
He squirmed around in his chair as if he had pins and needles in his backside, glancing toward Soro now and then, his eyes sparkling with eager anticipation.
"Is something wrong?" Soro smiled and set down his chopsticks. He had pretty much figured out what Son Goku wanted.
"Um... Soro." Son Goku leaned excitedly against the edge of the table with both hands. "Have you finished eating? How about we spar?"
"Sure, no problem." Soro nodded and stood up from his chair.
"Goku, are you serious?" Krillin said, at a loss, the corner of his mouth twitching as his eyes widened. "You want to challenge Soro? There's no way to counter his Flash Technique."
"Dad," Son Gohan added, tilting his head. "Sunglasses don't work either, do they?"
"Don't worry." Soro smiled faintly, glancing around at everyone. "We're only sparring. I won't use the Flash Technique."
"That's great!" Son Goku grinned excitedly and sprang out of his chair. "I was worried I wouldn't be able to counter your Flash Technique."
"Smack!"
The next moment, Son Goku leaped from his seat, flipped through the air, and landed in the spacious area nearby.
His feet hit the ground with a dull thud.
Soro also rose from his seat and walked unhurriedly to face Son Goku.
They stood opposite each other, about five meters apart.
The lights in the courtyard shone on them, casting two shadows on the ground.
Piccolo set down his glass of water and turned around, folding his arms as he watched them intently.
Krillin got up from his chair and stepped aside, putting his hands on his hips.
Son Gohan climbed onto his chair and knelt on it, resting his little hands on his knees as he watched without blinking.
Master Roshi stroked his beard, his eyes narrowed.
Korin crouched on the table, his tail swaying gently.
"Soro, I'm going to start!" Son Goku said, first giving Soro a proper bow.
He brought his feet together, leaned forward slightly, let his hands hang by his sides, then bowed at the waist.
His movements were precise, his expression serious.
"Come on." Soro nodded and beckoned to Son Goku, curling his palm upward.
The atmosphere grew tense.
Piccolo, Krillin, Son Gohan, Master Roshi, and Korin all immediately fixed their eyes on the two of them.
They all wanted to know just how big the gap between Son Goku and Soro was.
Without Soro's help this time, could Goku defeat Vegeta and Nappa?
"Smack!"
A powerful aura erupted from Son Goku.
Energy surged out of him, golden light flickering across his body.
The current of air flattened the grass, and the plates on the table trembled slightly.
"Whoosh!"
Son Goku didn't hold back. He planted his right foot on the ground with a dull thud.
His figure became a streak of light, moving so fast that only afterimages remained as he raced toward Soro.
Then Son Goku swung his fist, drawing his arm back and clenching his hand.
A layer of energy gathered around his fist as he drove it straight at Soro's face.
Soro stood motionless.
He slowly raised one finger, holding his index finger upright.
"Smack!"
The next moment, Son Goku's fist slammed into Soro's outstretched index finger.
Fist met finger with a crisp crack.
Soro stood calmly, unmoving.
His body didn't sway at all, and his feet seemed rooted to the ground.
His finger hadn't even trembled.
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