What if she gives birth to a kitten?

"I-I-I..." Bulma was so anxious she couldn't help herself, her hands clenched tight and shaking in front of her chest. "I don't even have a boyfriend yet... this is a disaster!"

She bit her lip.

"If I take a levonorgestrel tablet now... will it work? It hasn't even been 24 hours yet, right!"

"I don't know..." Soro shook his head and spread his hands.

"Huh?" Bulma swayed, feeling as if her whole world was falling apart, her face turning pale. "I'm not going to give birth to a kitten, am I?"

No way!

She had to take the medicine as soon as she got home.

Otherwise, what would it even mean if she suddenly gave birth to a kitten?

Bulma's mind was already conjuring images of herself birthing a litter of kittens.

After that, Bulma had no heart left to accompany Soro on their stroll.

She tugged at Soro's sleeve, her footsteps hurried, her eyes darting everywhere.

She rushed to find a pharmacy, bought a box of levonorgestrel tablets, and then hurriedly dragged Soro back home.

The pharmacy clerk watched Bulma's hurried back, the corner of their mouth twitching.

The first thing Bulma did upon returning home was take the medicine.

She poured a glass of water, her hands trembling slightly, and nearly dropped the pill on the floor as she pushed it out of the foil packaging.

Head tilted back, pill swallowed, water downed.

Her throat bobbed.

"Bulma, what are you doing?" Bulma's mother, Bikini, walked over, examining her daughter with curiosity.

Her gaze swept over Bulma's face and immediately landed on the medicine box sitting on the table.

The packaging was conspicuous, with large characters printed on it.

"N-nothing!" Bulma jumped in fright, hurriedly hiding the box behind her back.

"Is that a levonorgestrel tablet?" Bikini's eyes widened, looking at Bulma in surprise, her mouth slightly agape. "Has your relationship with Soro developed that quickly?"

"Mom!" Bulma shouted indignantly, her face flushing bright red. "What nonsense are you spouting? There is nothing between us!"

"If there's nothing, why are you taking that kind of medicine?" Bikini asked curiously, her brows furrowed and her arms crossed. "Taking too much of that isn't good for your health."

Bulma turned her head away, not wanting to speak.

"Actually," Bikini giggled, clasping her hands together in front of her chest. "I think Soro is quite handsome, and he's even stronger than Goku."

She paused, her eyes sparkling.

"If you two had a child, that child would probably be even stronger than Gohan, right? It would be perfect for him to take over Capsule Corp in the future."

"Mom, it's not like that!" Bulma grew anxious, shouting loudly, her voice echoing through the room.

"Hee hee." Bikini laughed and waved her hand. "Bulma, you're almost 30, there's nothing to be shy about."

She winked.

"I have to tell your father this good news... but you must never take that medicine again next time!"

"It really isn't like that!" Bulma felt like crying, covering her face with her hands.

She took a deep breath and squeezed a sentence through her teeth.

"And stop mentioning my age so casually!"

"Right, our Bulma is forever eighteen!" Bikini waved her hand with a grin and turned to leave the room.

The door closed behind her.

Bulma stood where she was, lowering her hands from her face.

She looked down at the medicine box in her hand, then at the water glass on the table.

Having taken the medicine, Bulma felt significantly better.

She let out a long breath, her shoulders relaxing.

If she had suddenly given birth to a kitten, it would have been explosive news.

She didn't dare imagine that scene.

However, after a brief moment of numbness.

Bulma fell into deep thought once again.

Because, vaguely, Bulma remembered something.

In the summer when she was 10 years old, she had been kidnapped on her way home from school.

A man had saved her.

That man... he was so handsome!

He said his name was Soro.

His appearance was extremely similar to the current Soro.

However, Bulma felt that something was a bit off.

Because Soro himself had said that he had lived on Atlantis Planet ever since he was five years old.

So, who was that man named Soro who had saved her?

Ten days later.

Soro packed up all the plants, electrical appliances, computers, and other items he had scavenged from Earth into empty Hoi-Poi Capsules, bundling everything up securely.

He crouched on the ground, checking them one by one to ensure nothing was left behind.

Bulma had thoughtfully attached labels and cultivation instructions to every single item.

The handwriting was neat, and the organization was clear.

Soro carefully placed the capsules into a box, shoved the box into the spaceship, and quickly operated the main console.

The ship was the same one Soro had arrived on Earth in.

It was the spaceship that Nappa had traveled in, which had been modified.

Before this, Soro had specifically asked Bulma to dismantle the ship's entire positioning and communication system to prevent Frieza from tracking the location of Atlantis Planet.

Bulma had dismantled it very carefully, not leaving behind a single wire.

"Whoosh!"

The spaceship rapidly broke through the planet's atmosphere, its tail emitting a blue flare.

It left a white trail in the sky as it entered the vast starry expanse.

From here on, the ship would operate in autopilot mode, flying directly toward Atlantis Planet.

With Earth's technology and vegetation, he believed Atlantis Planet would soon enter its third industrial revolution.

Although the technology was still far behind Earth's, it was already quite remarkable.

Soro stood in the yard, hands in his pockets, looking up at the direction where the ship had disappeared.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Bulma had also specifically bought a pregnancy test, hiding in the bathroom, clutching the test strip in her hand, staring unblinkingly at the lines on it.

One line.

Phew, everything was normal.

She wasn't pregnant!

Bulma let out a long sigh of relief, tossed the test strip into the trash can, braced her hands on the vanity, and looked at herself in the mirror.

The woman in the mirror was looking back at her.

Three more days passed in this manner.

A square metal building had appeared in the yard of Bulma's home.

Through the joint efforts of Bulma and her father, Dr. Briefs, a Gravity Training Room had finally been built.

This was something Soro had specifically requested.

After all, there were still 50 days left before they would depart for Namek.

With this time available, he might as well train properly.

Soro stood in front of the Gravity Training Room, hands on his hips, looking at the metal building.

With Soro's current combat power level, encountering Frieza on Namek would be like serving himself up on a platter.

He had to raise his base combat power.

As long as his base combat power reached 3 million, combined with the skill [Combat Power × 50], he could achieve the effect of a Super Saiyan.

Furthermore, in seven more days, his skills would refresh again.

What kind of skill would it be this time?

Soro was looking forward to it.

At the very least, the battle against Vegeta had allowed Soro to experience the divine power of the [Flash Technique].

It was practically a super magical attack!

It could blind you even with your eyes closed; just ask yourself, are you afraid?

Thinking of this, a smile tugged at the corner of Soro's mouth.

Still, using the [Flash Technique] to humiliate Vegeta was certainly a viable option.

If I were to use this move against Frieza, that guy would surely destroy the entire planet in a fit of rage.

If the planet were destroyed, Soro would inevitably be exposed to the vacuum of space.

As of now, Soro is still unable to survive in outer space.

This is a shortcoming of the Saiyans, one that cannot be overcome in a short amount of time.

My friends, have you decided what the next skill should be?