Mass-Produced Smartphones

"I had someone help me make this!"

"Made it? Who helped you make it?"

"His name is Pilaf!"

"Pilaf? That name sounds a bit familiar! But if he can make a mobile phone like this, he certainly has some skill."

"Mm!"

Son Gohan nodded.

"So, where is he now?"

"He's in a house on the outskirts of West City right now!"

"The outskirts of West City, you say?"

Son Gohan nodded again.

"Then Gohan, you didn't just bring this phone to me to show it off, did you?"

Son Gohan smiled and said.

"Of course not. I want to ask Aunt Bulma to help mass-produce this phone!"

"You mean you want me to help manufacture these phones?"

Son Gohan nodded.

Bulma thought for a moment and said.

"I suppose I could, but why do you want to produce this phone?"

"That goes without saying—to make money, of course!"

"Make money?"

"That's right. If I have money, my mom won't have to worry about finances, and maybe she won't force me to become some scholar!"

"I see! I can find people to help you manufacture the phones, but you'll have to bring Pilaf here so I can learn about the parts and materials used!"

"Alright!"

"Also, since I'm the one finding people to manufacture them for you, if this phone makes money, I get half!"

"...Fine!"

Son Gohan let out a dry laugh.

"Then Aunt Bulma, I'll go bring Pilaf over right now!"

"Good!"

Seeing this, Son Gohan used Instant Transmission and appeared inside a house on the outskirts of West City.

"Son Gohan!"

Son Gohan nodded.

"Pilaf, Shu, Mai, I've already talked to Aunt Bulma, and she's agreed to help manufacture the phones. If the phones sell, the three of you can have twenty-five percent of the profits!"

"Twenty-five percent? On what grounds? This phone was clearly made by the three of us; why do we only get twenty-five percent!"

Pilaf said indignantly.

"Do you guys have the money to run a factory?"

Son Gohan asked.

Upon hearing this, Pilaf was immediately rendered speechless.

"Besides, Aunt Bulma's company is a major corporation. If she helps promote it, our phones are sure to sell like crazy. By then, even twenty-five percent will be worth trillions!"

"Tri... trillions!"

Hearing this, the three of them immediately began to fantasize about their lives once they were rich.

The three of them even started drooling from their daydreams.

"Ahem!"

After fantasizing for a while, Pilaf coughed deliberately and looked at Son Gohan with a serious expression.

"Gohan, I didn't think it through just now. It was all my fault; I apologize to you!"

Son Gohan smiled and said.

"It's nothing!"

"So Gohan, when can the factory start production?"

He was already impatient to see the phones he created being mass-produced, to become a world-famous entrepreneur, and to be surrounded by beautiful women every day!

"That's exactly why I came to find you!"

"Find me?"

"That's right. Aunt Bulma said she wants to know about the materials and parts used to make this phone, so she wants to meet you!"

"See me!"

Upon hearing this, the expression on Pilaf's face immediately turned incredibly nervous.

He had once captured Son Goku and Bulma, so it was highly likely she would still recognize him.

If Bulma were to recognize him, he might lose that entire twenty-five percent.

Thinking of this, Pilaf immediately refused to meet Bulma, claiming he was feeling unwell, and then gave all the design blueprints, materials, and parts for the smartphone to Son Gohan.

Son Gohan had no choice but to take the blueprints drawn by Pilaf, along with the papers listing the phone's materials and parts, and head back to Bulma's house.

"Gohan, where is Pilaf?"

"Aunt Bulma, he's feeling a bit under the weather, so he couldn't come, but he gave me all the design blueprints for the phone!"

As he spoke, Son Gohan handed a large stack of papers to Bulma.

"I see!"

After hearing this, Bulma immediately took the blueprints and began to look them over.

"So, Aunt Bulma, how long until this phone can be mass-produced?"

"Some of the parts on here aren't available in West City and will need to be shipped in from elsewhere, so it should take about a week!"

"I see!"

"Mhm!"

Bulma nodded.

"By the way, Aunt Bulma, is Vegeta training in the Gravity Chamber right now?"

"He is. That guy spends all his time training except when he's eating or sleeping; he's exactly like your father!"

"Is that so!"

Son Gohan said, pulling a USB drive from his pocket and handing it to Bulma.

"Aunt Bulma, this is for you!"

"Gohan, what is this?"

Son Gohan smiled and said.

"This is a video of Vegeta on Namek!"

"A video of Vegeta?"

"That's right, just open it on your computer and you'll see!"

Son Gohan laughed.

"Computer..."

Son Gohan nodded, performed an Instant Transmission, and vanished.

Seeing this, Bulma had no choice but to walk into the house and plug the USB drive into her computer.

Then, Bulma saw a file and clicked on it; inside was indeed the video of Vegeta on Namek.

The content of the video was Vegeta learning to recite the Team Rocket motto from Son Gohan.

After seeing the video, Bulma couldn't help but burst into laughter, even playing it on loop several times.

Who could have imagined that the usually aloof Saiyan Prince would actually recite such lines together with Son Gohan?

Outside the suburbs of West City.

Shu and Mai were both puzzled by Pilaf's recent behavior of refusing to meet Bulma.

"Lord Pilaf, why didn't you go see Bulma?"

"Are you two idiots? We once captured that woman. If she finds out that we were the ones who made this phone, she might not give us that twenty-five percent at all!"

"Not give it to us!"

Upon hearing this, all the fantasies Shu and Mai had just been having immediately vanished into thin air.

"Then, Lord Pilaf, what should we do? Are we just going to give up on that twenty-five percent?"

Shu asked.

"How could that be? Son Gohan caught me off guard this time, but next time, the three of us can use disguises so that woman won't recognize us!"

"As expected of Lord Pilaf!"

"Of course, otherwise how could I be your boss!"

"Then, Lord Pilaf, do you know how to apply makeup?"

Pilaf looked at Mai.

Mai was a woman, so she should at least know how to apply makeup.

Noon.

Upon hearing Bulma's mother call him for lunch, Vegeta immediately ceased his training and stepped out of the Gravity Chamber.

As he walked into the courtyard, he suddenly saw Bulma looking at him with a wide, beaming grin.

Vegeta let out a cold snort and continued walking forward.

At that moment, Bulma suddenly began reciting the motto of Team Rocket.

"To protect the world from devastation, to unite all peoples within our nation..."

Hearing these words, Vegeta's footsteps faltered instantly.

Bulma chuckled and said.

"This sounds familiar, doesn't it, Vegeta?"

Vegeta gritted his teeth and demanded.

"Bulma, who told you that?"

"Guess!"