Spaceship and Bulma

In Son Gohan's senses, the ship took less than three seconds to come to an abrupt stop.

Through the transparent glass, he could see that the ship had already arrived above a huge city and was slowly descending.

Soon, the ship landed in a huge courtyard.

At the center of the courtyard stood a semicircular building far larger than the surrounding structures, and on its roof hung an exceptionally eye-catching sign.

"Capsule Corporation."

The man lying in a chair reading a newspaper and the blond woman watering the flowers in the courtyard both stared blankly at the scene.

Then a blue-haired woman ran out of the building. It was none other than Bulma.

"I'll give you this ship. Is there anything else you need me to do?" Kami rose from his seat, looked at Son Gohan, and asked.

Son Gohan lowered his head, pretending to think for a moment, then looked up and said, "After that evil alien has been dealt with, I'd like you to take my father and me to Hell."

Hell?

Kami frowned slightly. He could not understand why Son Gohan wanted him to take him to Hell.

After all, Hell's highest deity, King Yemma, was not someone easy to deal with. Even Earth's Kami had to treat him with utmost respect.

"What do you want to go to Hell for?" Kami asked, puzzled and curious.

"I want to meet Lord King Kai!" Son Gohan said truthfully.

There was no need to hide it at all. His next targets were the Kaioken and the Spirit Bomb. They were things he was determined to obtain.

As for whether he could obtain them, Son Gohan was not worried at all, because Vegeta and Frieza's army were King Kai's greatest hidden danger.

As long as he could promise King Kai that he would eliminate that danger, the Kaioken and the Spirit Bomb would be within easy reach!

"What!?" Kami was shocked.

King Kai was a deity of an even higher level than Kami and King Yemma, managing the vast reaches of the North Galaxy. Even Kami himself had never seen King Kai's true face.

"Can you tell me why?" Kami asked gravely.

He had to be cautious. If Son Gohan or Son Goku angered King Kai, once the other party flew into a rage, he might very well bring punishment down upon Earth.

"I need Lord King Kai's guidance. It will be very beneficial to my training. Please rest assured, I definitely won't let my father offend Lord King Kai."

How could Son Gohan not know why Kami was hesitating? So he said it in advance to dispel his worries.

Hearing him, Kami also understood that Son Gohan definitely knew the importance of the matter.

For the sake of Earth's future peace, although Kami felt somewhat helpless, he still gritted his teeth and said, "All right. When the time comes, I'll personally take you and Goku to Hell. Promise me you absolutely won't let your father offend Lord King Kai."

Son Gohan nodded and promised, "Please rest assured!"

At this moment, Bulma and her parents were gathered around the ship, the three of them wearing different expressions.

Mrs. Brief held her face in her hands as she looked at the ship before her, seemingly troubled over how to move and place such a large ship.

Dr. Brief held a cup of coffee and examined it carefully. As someone at the very pinnacle of Earth's scientific world, his mind had already begun continuously analyzing the ship's external structure and so on.

Bulma's delicate brows were slightly furrowed. Although she was just as surprised by the ship, having gone on adventures with Son Goku, she had seen much more of the world.

Moreover, Bulma knew there were aliens in this world, and even a so-called "Galactic Patrol."

She stepped forward, raised her hand, and patted the ship's outer shell as she said, "Hey, you people inside, listen up. You're parked on our family's land right now. If you trespass on someone's home, we have the right to make you leave."

"Sister Bulma, it's me." As the bottom of the ship lowered, Son Gohan's voice rang out.

Hm? Bulma listened to that voice, which felt somewhat familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar, and raised her head to look at the figure.

"You are?" Bulma asked in confusion.

The sturdy young man before her made Bulma feel a little strange. He looked somewhat familiar, yet she could not remember where she had seen him before.

But very quickly, Son Gohan's face overlapped with Son Goku's. Although they were not eighty or ninety percent alike, he still resembled Goku by about sixty percent.

"You're... Goku's son?" Bulma was not entirely sure.

"Yes, Sister Bulma."

Son Gohan greeted them very politely. "Nice to meet you for the first time, Uncle Brief and Mrs. Brief."

"So this is Goku's son? Aside from looking a little like him, he's completely unlike him in every other way," Dr. Brief said, having already set down his coffee cup and stroked the beard on his chin.

"Oh my, it hasn't been that long, and his child is already this big. Our Bulma still isn't married, and lately she's still been with someone—honestly, it's enough to worry me to death." Mrs. Brief's train of thought truly was not ordinary.

"Mom!" Bulma snapped in embarrassment.

"Ara, ara~" Mrs. Brief helplessly turned her face away.

"Sister Bulma, I came this time because there's something I'd like to ask you and Uncle for help with." Son Gohan interrupted the family's little self-entertainment.

"Go ahead, what is it? Wait, you came down from this ship—don't tell me it's yours!?" Bulma asked, surprised and uncertain.

Son Gohan then explained the situation to Bulma.

The gist of it was that an evil alien was about to come to Earth, and Son Goku was currently training at Kami's Lookout. That alien was not worth worrying about.

However, they could not keep waiting for aliens to come to Earth in the future. They had to strike at that planet and exterminate the root of the evil.

So now, they needed a spaceship to carry them there.

"So, you want me to help you modify this spaceship?" Bulma asked, her eyes shifting.

"Yes, and there are a few key points I need your help with."

Pointing at the spaceship, Son Gohan said, "I've already had the original owner unlock the control system inside, so you can modify it however you like."

Bulma did not agree right away. Instead, she circled the spaceship, looking it up and down, examining every detail.

Son Gohan, standing to the side, was not in a hurry. He was not worried at all that Bulma would refuse him.

First of all, the original plot had already destined that she would help. At the same time, as a scientist, there was no way she could refuse.

Lastly, Son Gohan was quite certain that Bulma's genes carried that fearless, adventurous spirit that feared neither heaven nor earth!

An opportunity to go to an alien planet—did you think she would refuse?

That was impossible!

Sure enough, Bulma stopped and said in a righteous tone, "Since you've all asked me like this, for the safety of Earth and all humanity, I've decided to help you."

Although she had so grandly covered up her own ambitions, Son Gohan still obediently thanked her. "Thank you for your help, Sister Bulma."