The Saiyans Arrive

Jiang Ling looked at the machine. With the boost from Mechanical Modification Mastery, countless modification plans flashed through his mind.

After a pause, he said:

"I'll stay and help."

"Can you?"

"I can."

Bulma was a little doubtful, because the work they were about to do involved mechanical knowledge. She figured Jiang Ling was only saying it.

But then Jiang Ling operated the workstation with practiced ease, using all kinds of tools as if they were extensions of his hands, and she was utterly surprised.

He was powerful enough to charge into battle on the front lines, yet he could also retreat to the rear and handle logistics.

Was this what they called an all-around boy?

"I don't know how to debug the system. You do it," Jiang Ling said casually as he sat in front of the workstation and modified the machine.

Hearing that, Bulma sat down beside him. Her expression turned serious, and she focused completely on debugging the various parameters on the computer.

The two of them worked together with perfect understanding, as if they had been partners for a long time.

An hour later.

Bulma stretched. Working for so long had left her a little tired, and she needed to pay attention to it.

She turned to look at Jiang Ling's profile. Seeing his serious expression, Bulma suddenly became entranced.

She remembered last night, when she had helped the drunk Jiang Ling into bed to rest.

A lone man and woman in the same room—desire had emboldened her, and as if possessed, she had reached out and touched Jiang Ling's abs...

After that, Jiang Ling had groggily grabbed her hand and confessed. Maybe he had used a little too much strength, and in his daze he couldn't control himself. Amid the shoving, they had fallen onto the bed, and Jiang Ling's hand had landed on her chest... then he fell asleep!

Thinking of this, Bulma's little face reddened, and she stuck out her tongue.

At that moment, Jiang Ling noticed her gaze. He turned and saw the blushing Bulma, completely confused.

Why are you blushing, you bubble teapot!

Another hour later.

A brand-new Gravity Machine had been modified. With Bulma tuning the parameters inside it, it had also become stable, and there would no longer be incidents like the sudden gravity imbalance from before.

Jiang Ling installed the machine inside a room, making it just like the Gravity Training Room from the original work. He also installed a large screen, so he could watch TV while training.

He was serious about enjoying himself.

The room was fitted with soundproofing. No matter how loud it got inside, not the slightest sound could be heard outside.

From now on, he could train under gravity while watching videos!

Jiang Ling was extremely satisfied with this Gravity Training Room and could hardly wait to bring it back and try it out.

"Bulma, um... I don't have the money to pay you for now... I'll owe you first and pay you when I have money later!"

Hearing this, Bulma waved her little hand and said generously, "No need. It didn't cost much anyway."

Jiang Ling thought for a moment, then said, "I definitely have to pay this money. This concerns a man's dignity! How about... you pledge yourself to me instead?"

Bulma: ???

After getting the training room, Jiang Ling returned home, the place where they had drunk yesterday.

He decided to live here.

There were little bridges and flowing water, and lush green trees.

More importantly, no one would usually come to bother him. It suited someone like him, who liked a leisurely life, very well.

He entered the Gravity Training Room.

Jiang Ling turned on the gravity and adjusted it to twenty times gravity!

A wave of pressure suddenly descended on him.

He moved his body, and a series of crackling pops rang out.

"Vegeta, I'm looking forward to your arrival."

The corner of Jiang Ling's mouth lifted slightly, and he began his new round of training.

Before he knew it, the day of Vegeta's arrival had come.

Two white, round, single-person spaceships appeared in Earth's outer space.

Without the slightest pause, they fell straight toward Earth.

North City.

This was a metropolis no less impressive than West City.

People in the city were going about their lives as usual when someone suddenly pointed at the sky and shouted, "What is that!"

"Something's falling from the sky!"

That made the people around them look up.

Then came a wave of panic. Some cried, some were terrified, some were filled with regret, and some even took out their phones and started livestreaming.

"It looks like a meteor!!"

"I think the end of the world is coming!"

"The world's going to be destroyed! Mom!! Help!"

"I haven't even confessed to my boyfriend yet. How can this..."

"Guys, your streamer is in North City, and what you're seeing now is..."

Two spaceships streaked across the sky and crashed into North City at incredible speed.

Boom—

Two huge craters were smashed into the ground.

"Those two things... don't look like meteors..."

"They're round, white..."

"Could they be UFOs?!"

Amid the discussion, the two spaceships let out a hiss, and their hatches slowly opened.

Two people walked out from inside, one tall and one short, dressed in strange clothes, with instruments like glasses over their right eyes.

The tall one was a burly, muscular, bald man named Nappa.

The short one was the Saiyan prince, Vegeta, whose height only reached Nappa's lower abdomen.

Though he was short, his hairline was extremely high, and his hair stood straight upward, forming sharp spikes.

Vegeta swept a disdainful glance over the nearby people, picked at his ear, and curled his mouth in contempt. "Nappa, these ants are a little noisy."

The tall, muscular brute beside him raised a hand to rub his shiny bald head and grinned. "Prince Vegeta, I'll clean them up right now."

With that, Nappa looked at the surrounding crowd. A violent surge of energy suddenly erupted from his body, and dazzling light spread out instantly with him at the center, covering the crowd and even the entire city!

Boom—

After the blinding light passed, the city that had once been filled with high-rises had been razed to the ground.

The humans in the city did not even let out a scream before they turned to ash.

"Nappa, you wasted energy. However, this prince is very pleased with what you did."

Vegeta hovered in the air and nodded in satisfaction.

Nappa scratched his head and chuckled. "The energy I've got left is more than enough to deal with Kakarot and the others. Just think of it as having a little fun."

"Mm. It's time to find those people and make them hand over the Dragon Balls. We can't delay the matter of wishing for an immortal body." As Vegeta spoke, he reached up and pressed the instrument over his right eye.

The instrument beeped twice, and Vegeta laughed out loud.

"That's it? The highest battle power on this planet is only a few hundred.

Let's go. We'll wipe them out first and get the Dragon Balls, in case things get complicated."

Nappa paused, then said, "What about Kakarot..."

"That traitor? If he still refuses to repent, then there's no need to show mercy. Just kill him." Vegeta let out a cold laugh.

Then the two of them rose into the air and flew toward the location displayed on their Scouters.