Dig a Hole

[Ding! Since the host has completed a major life event, the reward is 10 Mutated Senzu Seeds.]

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Jiang Ling was training under fifty times gravity, and he paused in confusion when he heard the notification.

This counted too?

It was the first time the system had rewarded him with something like seeds.

And "Mutated Senzu Seeds" weren't something from Dragon Ball, were they?

Had the Senzu Beans cheated, or had Korin two-timed someone?

The system picked up on Jiang Ling's confusion and specially explained:

[Host, Mutated Senzu Seeds are a special variety cultivated by the system. Their main effect is to slightly improve all aspects of the body's physical qualities and strength.]

"Oh—got it."

Jiang Ling nodded, then asked again:

"Then do they improve that aspect?"

[Theoretically, yes.]

"Now that's not bad."

In his heart, Jiang Ling silently gave the system a thumbs-up.

Looking at the description about the "Mutated Senzu Seeds" slightly improving strength, Jiang Ling grew even more satisfied.

He was already very strong in that aspect. There was no need to improve it.

Besides, the slight increase in combat power meant one Mutated Senzu Bean would only raise it by a few hundred points, which was a little useless to Jiang Ling.

However, these "Mutated Senzu Seeds" were perfect for Bulma to eat.

To be honest.

Because Bulma was an ordinary person, with Jiang Ling's strength, he had to control his power, then control it again, and then control it some more before he could do anything naughty.

Otherwise, Just one movement and Bulma would be gone.

Now that he had the "Mutated Senzu Seeds," he believed that from now on, things would get more and more...

Heh heh.

Jiang Ling didn't even dare think about it.

Who got blessed like this?

Shaking his head, Jiang Ling walked out of the Gravity Training Room, found an empty patch of ground in the courtyard, and squatted down.

With a flip of his hand, the "Mutated Senzu Seeds" appeared in his palm.

Dig a hole, bury some soil, count out one, two, three, four, five.

Repeating these steps, Jiang Ling planted all ten seeds one by one.

After he watered them a little, a miraculous scene occurred.

Ten tender sprouts drilled up out of the soil.

They gave off a faint glow.

"As expected of something mutated. They really do grow fast."

Jiang Ling's brow relaxed. He had originally thought it would take a long time before he could harvest them.

Now it seemed they would mature before long.

Jiang Ling walked over to the outside of the laboratory. Through the window, he saw a spaceship with its basic shape already taking form. Under it, Bulma wore work clothes and was fully focused as she operated the machinery to carry out modifications.

Her long blue hair was tied into a ponytail.

Every now and then, a bead-sized drop of sweat slid down her forehead.

He had to admit, when Bulma got serious, she had a unique charm.

Jiang Ling walked in.

He placed his hand on Bulma's shoulder, gave it a gentle squeeze, and said softly, "Don't overwork yourself. Rest when you need to."

Bulma paused, then smiled and shook her head. "I'm not tired. This is my hobby, and I'm enjoying myself."

"I'll help out a little," Jiang Ling said, about to sit down and lend a hand.

Seeing this, Bulma stood up and pushed him out of the laboratory.

"Don't stand here getting in the way. Modifying a spaceship gives me a real sense of accomplishment."

"Then I'll make it up to you!"

"Huh? How?" Bulma froze.

Jiang Ling's lips curved. He leaned close to her ear and whispered something. After Bulma heard it, she shot him an irritated glare.

"It's broad daylight. Hold it in for now. We'll talk tonight."

With that, she turned and went back to the laboratory.

Jiang Ling could only force his restless thoughts back into calm, sighing inwardly at the same time.

Martial artists are great in every way, except their blood runs a little too hot.

Thinking this, Jiang Ling took a cup of hot water steeped with goji berries from his system space and sipped it as he returned to the Gravity Training Room.

He began a new round of training.

"A cool breeze brings word, the autumn moon stretches boundless; alas, my longing for my beauty makes each day feel like a year~"

In the Underworld, Yamcha ran leisurely along Snake Way.

Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu had already run ahead.

After they died, Kami had also arranged for them to train on King Kai's Planet. Right now, they were on Snake Way, heading there.

"Hey, wait for me! Don't be in such a hurry!" Yamcha shouted.

Tien Shinhan did not slow down. As he ran, he said, "You may not be in a hurry, but I am. A training opportunity this good has to be seized!"

"Tien is right!" Chiaotzu said.

"Tch." Yamcha curled his lip. "Kami said the Saiyans have already been beaten off. Do we really need to train this desperately?"

His thinking was simple. He had finally died for once—couldn't he at least enjoy it a little?

Tien Shinhan did not think that way.

"Hmph. Who's to say even stronger enemies won't appear in the future? Think about how we died. Have you forgotten that helpless feeling of being killed in an instant?"