I Want Both Bulma and Android 18

On Planet Namek.

The turmoil gradually dissipated, and the world returned to calm. Son Goku, Piccolo, Krillin, and Son Gohan emerged from the aftermath one after another, finally able to catch their breath.

As for Ron, he was no longer there.

He was currently in the sky, hundreds of miles away from the battlefield.

He was not alone; he was holding a blue-haired woman in his arms.

It was none other than Bulma.

Just as the Spirit Bomb struck Frieza and the moment before it was set to explode, Ron had sensed Bulma's faint human aura while he was watching the spectacle.

The reason he sensed it was that, from the very beginning, Ron had kept Bulma—who was also on Planet Namek—in mind, so his aura sensing had been searching for her all along.

Truth be told, if Bulma hadn't been lucky in the original story, she wouldn't have survived until Son Gohan rushed over to save her.

Ron was able to confirm it was Bulma because, during his twenty-five years on the primitive planet, he had developed the ability to simulate the general shape and appearance of a target through their aura.

To him, there was a distinct difference between the aura of an animal and that of a human.

Therefore, once he confirmed it was Bulma, he didn't hesitate to use Instant Transmission.

Feeling the softness in his arms and looking at the beautiful woman whose face had turned pale with fright, Ron curled his lips slightly and teased, "That was a close one. If I had been two or three seconds later, you would have been buried alive by that pile of rocks."

Hearing Ron's words, Bulma finally snapped back to reality.

Her heart had skipped a beat, and she had thought she was going to die, only to find herself in someone's arms at the last moment.

However, she was still worried that she had fallen into the hands of a villain, and her heart was filled with anxiety.

But the moment she saw Ron's face, her eyes lit up, and not a trace of lingering fear remained.

She hadn't expected her savior to be such a super-handsome man.

This physique, this build—it gave her a complete sense of security.

What do I do, what do I do, what do I do? Mom, I think I'm in love again. Who is he? An Earthling? A Saiyan? He fits my aesthetic perfectly.

Bulma tried her best to suppress the urge to swoon.

"Scared, aren't you? You can't even speak." Ron held her just like that, his sense of smell catching a unique, delicate fragrance.

Ron didn't look for a place to put her down right away.

Such a good opportunity to get close to Bulma—if he missed it, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Bulma was currently at her most vulnerable, having no one to rely on.

She had come to Planet Namek only to be left behind and ignored by Krillin and Son Gohan; she had been under immense pressure just to survive on this alien planet until now.

Ron was banking on exactly that.

Having transmigrated twice, it would be a failure as a transmigrator to know Bulma was a treasure of a woman and yet let her slip through his fingers.

She was the most brilliant woman in the Dragon Ball world, the woman every transmigrator wanted to marry.

Even if Bulma had once had a relationship with Yamcha, so what?

What century was this?

As for his goddess, Android 18...

Ron was greedy. In a world where fists dictated the truth, he wanted both Bulma and Android 18!

"Th-thank you for saving me. Are, are you a Saiyan too?" Bulma's voice was soft and gentle.

Seeing her flushed cheeks and hearing her ask if he was a Saiyan, Ron wasn't surprised; he just smiled slightly.

Looking at it this way, he didn't even need to intentionally build an image; his face alone had already won Bulma's favor.

It's good to be handsome.

Having transmigrated twice, whether in his past life or this one, his appearance had always been impeccable.

In his previous life, he had also been a super-handsome man and had been pursued by many women.

It was just that he had been too focused on power and hadn't had much interest in romance at the time.

Things were different now.

"I am a Saiyan. Saving you was just a small favor, no need to thank me... You're an Earthling, right? Did you come to Planet Namek with Krillin and Son Gohan?" Ron initiated the conversation with Bulma by asking questions.

Even though he knew everything, he couldn't let Bulma know that he knew.

This was his way of slowly prying open Bulma's heart—starting with getting to know her, then becoming acquaintances, and then delving deeper...

To put it bluntly, it was about gradually making Bulma lower her defenses.

"You know Krillin and Gohan? Do you know where they are?" Upon hearing news of Krillin and Son Gohan, Bulma became excited immediately.

Because of this excitement, Ron couldn't help but feel the softness of her body.

Having lived three lives, especially this one where he had been stifled for twenty-eight years, he was only human.

Of course, even so, Ron wouldn't do anything beastly.

"I'll take you to them now, but you'd better not move around. If you fall, I won't be lucky enough to save you a second time."

Only a fool would pass up a free ride.

Besides, Frieza had just been dazed by the Spirit Bomb and would need a moment to recover.

Ron didn't use Instant Transmission; instead, he chose to fly.

Startled by Ron's words and the sensation of flight, Bulma instinctively reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist.

The wind stung her eyes, but she didn't complain. She simply shifted slightly, adjusting her position until her entire face was buried against Ron's chest.

Pressed so closely against him, she could clearly hear the powerful rhythm of his heartbeat. Her own heart began to race in response, and her cheeks flushed a deep red.

The thrill of such intimate contact was something she found hard to resist.

Especially with Ron's body—his muscles were well-defined, and his physique was beyond description. How could she not be flustered?

Although Ron was flying, he could clearly feel the scorching breath Bulma was exhaling against his chest.

In this manner, Ron maintained a steady, slow pace, taking three minutes to carry Bulma to the center of the explosion.

Hovering in mid-air, Ron remained silent for a moment before teasing her, "Alright, we're here. You can poke your head out and look now."

As he spoke, the corners of Ron's mouth curled upward in what he considered a friendly, genuine smile.

Of course, that was only what Ron thought.

He didn't realize that his smile was full of playfulness, giving off a rather wicked vibe.

Hearing his words, Bulma snapped back to reality. She looked up at his face, and the moment their eyes met, her heart skipped a beat. She quickly looked away, trying to distract herself.

The scene that greeted her left her stunned, and she drew a sharp, cold breath.

Her previously rosy cheeks turned deathly pale in an instant.

"Th-this... what on earth happened here? How could it be destroyed like this?" she stammered in terror, her body trembling uncontrollably.