Ron: Want to learn? I'll teach you.

"A great battle just took place here. Frieza and Kakarot... that is, Son Goku, fought a massive duel."

Ron used the simplest words possible to explain the situation to Bulma.

"Goku and Frieza? Wait, does that mean Goku has already faced the Emperor of the Universe? How is he? Did he win or lose? Is the fight over?..."

Bulma rattled off a string of questions, her anxiety to know the outcome plain to see.

"Given the current situation, that massive explosion that shook the entire planet Namek was caused by the Spirit Bomb Kakarot unleashed. As it stands, Frieza has been quite thoroughly blasted..." Ron kept his explanation vague.

"So Goku won?! That's wonderful! Now we don't have to worry about any retaliation," Bulma said excitedly.

Her body shifted with the intensity of her shifting emotions.

Suddenly, she blushed again.

Ron's arms, which were still holding her, had moved.

Even though her clothes were thick, they were form-fitting enough that she could feel the kneading sensation of his palms.

"Um, could you, perhaps, find a place to put me down first?"

Despite not actually disliking it, Bulma still spoke up to signal Ron.

Her heart was conflicted; after all, she was technically spoken for.

Although she had broken up with Yamcha for the umpteenth time, he had died protecting the Earth, and she was currently on Namek risking everything just to bring him and the others back.

If she were to get too intimate with another man, wouldn't that make her a woman who had abandoned Yamcha?

She knew her own nature—she certainly couldn't take her eyes off a handsome man—but she did have her bottom line.

Unless Yamcha truly disappointed her again after he was resurrected, she wouldn't give up on him entirely.

After so many years of history, even if they hadn't been together the whole time, they had known each other for over a decade. If Yamcha hadn't always been unfaithful and sneaking around with other women, she would have given herself to him completely long ago and they would have been married with children.

Now, she was nearly becoming an "older woman."

She had reached her limit; once she passed thirty, she absolutely would not waste any more of her time.

As their eyes met, Ron's direct gaze made Bulma blush once more.

Ron didn't say anything else; he simply nodded, locked onto the energy signatures of Piccolo, Krillin, Son Gohan, and Son Goku, and descended toward them.

At that moment, Piccolo, Krillin, and Son Gohan were rejoicing because the Spirit Bomb had successfully eliminated Frieza.

Although Son Goku found his victory strangely easy, Frieza's energy had indeed vanished, and King Kai from North King Kai's Planet had sent a congratulatory message, leading him to believe Frieza had truly been blown to bits.

Of course, none of them knew that Frieza was not dead at all.

Their assumptions were merely their own.

"Even though we defeated the Emperor of the Universe this time, it was far too lucky. If even one thing had gone wrong, we would all be dead." After resting to recover his strength, Son Goku stood up and said to Piccolo, "Piccolo, it was thanks to you in the end. If not for you, the super-sized Spirit Bomb wouldn't have been able to take shape. Come to think of it, how did your power increase so much all of a sudden? And it doesn't feel like your own energy."

Son Goku's words made Piccolo, Krillin, and Son Gohan freeze in unison.

Only then did they realize someone was missing.

"I knew I forgot something! Now I remember—where's Ron?" Krillin exclaimed.

"Yeah, he was with us just a moment ago. We were all caught in the blast, but I have no idea where he went," Son Gohan added.

"Ron? Who is he?" Son Goku asked suspiciously.

"A Saiyan like you. My power came from him. He didn't want to intervene in your fight with Frieza, so he lent his strength to me. As it turns out, he also miscalculated our limits; in his view, Frieza wouldn't be defeated by us," Piccolo said with a grave expression.

Son Goku listened, stunned, but quickly understood: "I see. I never imagined there were other Saiyans alive in this world besides us. And to be able to lend you such immense power—he must be very strong."

"Yes, that Ron said he was trapped on a primitive planet for twenty-five years. He only managed to cross the universe using Instant Transmission after sensing the energy from your fight with Frieza," Krillin continued to explain.

"Instant Transmission? Crossing the universe? There's such an ability!" Son Goku's eyes widened with shock and a hint of longing.

If he could learn that ability, wouldn't he be able to go anywhere he wanted?

Krillin was about to say more.

The next second, a voice cut through the air, interrupting their conversation.

"What? Want to learn it? I can teach you."

The person speaking was none other than Ron.

He had just landed while holding Bulma, causing all four of them to stare in astonishment.

"Bulma."

"Aunt Bulma!"

"Bulma, you... why are you being held by him?"

Son Goku, Son Gohan, and Krillin spoke one after another.

They all ignored what Ron had just said.

Hearing her companions, Bulma stepped out of Ron's arms and stood firmly on the ground.

"Hmph! You people, did you all forget I was still on this planet? If he hadn't saved me, do you have any idea how dead I'd be?"

Bulma was absolutely livid.

This remark left the three of them feeling somewhat embarrassed.

After all, it was they who had begged Bulma to come to Namek, yet they had truly ended up forgetting about her.

It was only when Piccolo mentioned Bulma earlier that they had remembered.

Now that Bulma was being carried over by Ron, it was clear that Ron had discovered her presence during the explosion just moments ago and had stepped in to save her.

"Um, I'm really sorry, Aunt Bulma. We were caught in a series of enemy attacks, so we couldn't get away..."

Son Gohan apologized to Bulma in his youthful voice.

Krillin also spoke up, saying, "It's my fault. I promised to keep you safe, but I only looked out for ourselves. I'm sorry, Bulma. If you want to yell at someone, yell at me. The blame is mine."

Krillin wanted to take full responsibility; after all, he couldn't let a child take the fall, could he?

"Alright, alright, I'm not an unreasonable person. As long as everyone is safe, that's what matters." Bulma could easily guess the reason behind it all.

Looking at Krillin and Son Gohan, even though she felt aggrieved and angry, she didn't want to say much more, as things had already reached this point.

In short, everyone was safe and the enemy had been dealt with; that was enough.

As for what came next, the Dragon Balls were the priority...

But the Dragon Balls had already been used, and because of the Grand Elder's death, the wish had not been fully granted, causing them to turn into stone.