The Lookout

The only question was whether his future wife, Bulma, had been born yet. If she was still in the womb, who could he get to build a Dragon Radar?

Vegeta remained silent for a long time, unsure what to do.

The Guardian studied Vegeta from head to toe. After a moment's consideration, he finally could no longer contain his curiosity. "Young man, I can sense tremendous energy within you. That energy is both good and evil. I know you're not a bad person. Tell me, just what wish do you want to make?"

Vegeta gave the Guardian a sidelong glance without saying a word.

"Tell me. Perhaps I can help you," the Guardian added with a smile.

"Enough talk. I'll be back!" Vegeta could not be bothered with the old Guardian and prepared to leave.

Help me?

Has he lost his mind? With his power level, forget Frieza-even Dodoria would make a snack out of him.

Since even the Guardian could not pinpoint the Dragon Balls' locations, Vegeta weighed his options for a long time and decided to visit Capsule Corporation after all.

Even if Bulma had not been born yet, her father was a great scientist. Getting him to help build a Dragon Radar should not be difficult.

There was something else, too: Vegeta also intended to have Bulma's father build him a gravity chamber so he could train inside it.

"Young man, the energy within you is immense. Although you're already very powerful, I believe you could improve considerably if you learned to draw that energy inward," the Guardian suddenly said.

"Oh?" Vegeta looked at the Guardian with newfound eagerness.

"Stay. I'll teach you how to draw your energy inward," the Guardian invited him with a smile.

Vegeta frowned. How did he have the time to spare to draw his energy inward and hide it? If Frieza came to kill him in person, things would get ugly.

Right now, finding the seven Dragon Balls was his most urgent task. Nothing else mattered anymore.

"You can tell me how, and I'll work it out on my own. Forget staying. I'm busy," Vegeta replied.

"Drawing your energy inward isn't something you can accomplish with a few words of instruction. Since you have things to do, we can discuss it another time." The Guardian smiled, making no attempt to keep him there.

Vegeta glanced at the Guardian, unable to shake the feeling that the old fellow was up to no good.

Forget it. Never mind the old fellow for now. Finding the Dragon Balls comes first.

With that thought, Vegeta wasted no more words. He took flight and plunged downward.

The Guardian reached out as though he wanted to say something, but by the time he opened his mouth, Vegeta had already vanished.

"Guardian, this man..." Mr. Popo looked deeply anxious.

"I'm no match for him at all. In his presence, I felt an overwhelming pressure..." The Guardian gave a self-deprecating smile. "I don't know whether his remaining on Earth will be a blessing or a disaster. What a shame. If he were willing to stay at the Lookout and train, I would have a way to dispel all the evil energy within him."

"Guardian, he's gone to torment Karin again..." Mr. Popo glanced at the scene below, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

The Guardian closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time. Seemingly having made up his mind, he gave Mr. Popo a solemn order. "Popo, once this little monster gathers all seven Dragon Balls and summons Shenron, you must kill me immediately. As long as I die, Shenron will disappear, and his wish will come to nothing!"