Hmm, Very Beautiful

As Vegeta uttered these words, the expressions on Krillin and Son Gohan's faces turned even uglier.

Inside the spaceship, Bulma was so terrified that her face lost all color.

Although this Saiyan prince was undeniably handsome, he was a great demon king; even she, an ordinary person, could feel that icy, murderous aura.

Furthermore, if it weren't for him, none of this would have happened; Earth would not have faced such a catastrophe, and they wouldn't have had to come to Planet Namek to suffer.

Bulma felt like dying, if not for the sake of resurrecting Yamcha...

Thinking of Yamcha again, Bulma's heart was in a state of utter turmoil.

Coming to Planet Namek to find the Dragon Balls and wish for the resurrection of everyone on Earth—the real reason she had made up her mind was Yamcha.

Although she and Yamcha had long since broken up due to many conflicts, that couldn't completely erase the feelings of the past.

For Bulma, from the moment she met Yamcha until today, if he had truly been willing to be a good man, she would have married him long ago.

But ever since they got together, they would constantly disagree over various trifles. Most importantly, Yamcha was fickle, not to mention he would flirt with others behind her back, which she found truly hard to accept, making her even less willing to give herself to him.

In the end, she thought about resurrecting Yamcha this time because she wanted to give him one last chance to turn over a new leaf; at the very least, when Earth faced the alien invasion, Yamcha had bravely stepped forward.

Of course, the main point was that she was already 29 years old; for a woman, reaching this age meant she was already considered an "older leftover woman."

If it weren't for her diligent daily skincare and various nutritional supplements, she wouldn't have been able to maintain her appearance and figure so well.

With her mind in a chaotic mess, Bulma finally tightened her grip on the Dragon Radar. A thought occurred to her, and she made a decision, quickly running to a nearby locker to retrieve another Dragon Radar.

"Good thing I'm smart and prepared a fake one in advance; I'll just muddle through for now." Bulma played a little trick, taking the fake Dragon Radar as she stepped off the spaceship.

Because Bulma came out, Krillin and Son Gohan, worried that Vegeta might act recklessly, hurriedly blocked her path.

This actually made Vegeta chuckle.

If he really wanted to make a move, could they stop him?

Brainless.

Meeting Bulma's eyes, Vegeta muttered to himself.

The original body had never met her, and he wasn't even interested in women, but for the transmigrator Vegeta, he was not the original Vegeta, and now he had finally seen Bulma's true appearance.

Hmm, she was very beautiful.

It was just that from her eyes and movements, one could tell how terrified she was of him.

If he didn't know the original plot, and if he hadn't transmigrated, it would be hard to imagine that Bulma would eventually end up with Vegeta.

With the words on the tip of his tongue, Vegeta didn't know what else to say.

As the original body was a cold person, he, as a transmigrator, had absorbed everything from the original, making his own expression of emotions increasingly clumsy.

"D-Dragon Radar..." Seeing Vegeta staring straight at her, Bulma nervously raised her hand, clutching the Dragon Radar.

Krillin and Son Gohan exchanged a glance, their hearts in disarray. Now that things had reached this point, it seemed that, as Vegeta said, there was no other choice.

Vegeta did not hesitate, stepping forward. Every step he took felt like it was landing on the hearts of the three, bringing them absolute intimidation.

Until Vegeta took the Dragon Radar from Bulma's hand.

"I won't take your things for free. If we find the Dragon Balls and successfully make a wish later, I only need one wish; the other two are yours," Vegeta said.

These words stunned the three, who had been feeling quite stifled.

"Y-you said you'd give us two?" Krillin asked suspiciously.

"Doesn't the Eternal Dragon only grant one wish?" Son Gohan followed up.

Although he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he had heard of it.

Bulma was sharp and quickly understood: "Could it be that the Eternal Dragon of Planet Namek can grant three wishes?"

Having said that, she was both surprised and delighted.

If that were the case, wouldn't it mean that after resurrecting everyone who died on Earth, there would still be one wish left for herself?

Watching Bulma begin to indulge in bold fantasies, the corner of Vegeta's mouth curled into an arc, and he then revealed another piece of information: "Not only can it grant three, but as far as I know, a year on Planet Namek is only 130 days! So, unlike the Eternal Dragon of Earth, the Eternal Dragon of Planet Namek can grant three wishes every 130 days."

"What?" Krillin exclaimed.

"Is this true? Wait, I have to calculate this. If that's the case..." Bulma belonged to the data-driven faction; she only looked at the numbers.

If what Vegeta said was true, then coming to Planet Namek this time was truly the right decision.

Despite facing enormous danger, those were three wishes.

"Why are you telling us this? What is your goal?" Although Son Gohan was young, his mind was quite mature.

For a five-year-old to be able to ask such questions, he was considered quite clever.

According to the standards of pure-blooded Saiyans at this age, even if they had a certain level of intelligence, not many had their minds developed to this extent; what they absorbed and learned was merely a portion of the systematically transmitted memories.

"Goal? Heh heh! What could you possibly give me? Kakarot's son!" Vegeta chuckled, then continued, "To be honest, this isn't important intelligence, which is why I told you for free. And don't get it wrong, I only told her."

Krillin and Son Gohan were stunned, then looked at Bulma with strange expressions.

Bulma was left completely bewildered by Vegeta's words.

Meeting Vegeta's gaze now, a strange and inexplicable feeling suddenly washed over her.

"You—you aren't coveting this lady's beauty, are you?"

God knows where she found the confidence, but Bulma narcissistically blurted out those very words.

Believe it or not, she had guessed correctly, but Vegeta would never admit it.

"Pfft—!" Krillin nearly choked on his own breath; had he been drinking water, he surely would have sprayed it everywhere.

He had never seen such a thick-skinned woman in his life.

"Aunt Bulma, you must not be deceived by his words. He is the culprit who destroyed Earth, killed everyone, and nearly killed my father," Son Gohan said, remaining as vigilant as ever.

"Very good, that is exactly how it should be. If you had lowered your guard against me after just a few words, that would truly be foolish!" Vegeta said as he rose into the air. "Just because there is no danger for the moment does not mean you will be safe forever. While there is still time, I suggest you hide the spaceship and find a place to lay low. Of course, leaving Planet Namek is perhaps the path you ought to choose."