Leisurely and Content

Goku could hardly wait to begin his gravity training.

The others returned to their own rooms and began training as well.

Jiang Ling gave the gravity room to Goku, then left and headed toward his own room.

He had to let Goku adapt first, so he could prepare for his own plan.

With that thought, Jiang Ling strolled leisurely back to his room.

He had just stepped through the door.

Then Jiang Ling saw Bulma on the specially custom-made large bed in the room, wearing a gauzy nightgown and lying there.

A faint blush colored her pretty face, her eyes were seductive, and with every movement she let slip flashes of spring, giving off endless allure.

Jiang Ling looked at Bulma posing on the bed and picked up the hot water with goji berries soaking in it from the table.

He took an unhurried sip.

Not the slightest ripple stirred in his heart.

"Bulma, mm... good things take time."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I mean you can go rub against the corner of the table or the corner of the bed yourself."

A mischievous smile curled at the corner of Jiang Ling's mouth.

He was good in every way—except that he loved teasing Bulma.

Seeing how willful Bulma was usually, yet how considerate she became at night, was now his greatest hobby.

"!!!"

Bulma was a little stunned.

This was not the Jiang Ling she knew.

Could it be... he couldn't do it anymore?

Or maybe he had another woman?

"What's wrong with you? Are you not able to do that anymore? Mm... it's okay. Even if you can't, I won't leave you."

Bulma got up, took Jiang Ling's arm, and asked worriedly.

Hearing this, Jiang Ling's eyes widened. Being told he could not perform was bad enough—but the key was that it came from his own woman!

Jiang Ling hurriedly explained.

"It's not what you think. I just feel bad for you. I'm afraid you'll be too tired, so I wanted you to rest a bit."

There was laughter in Bulma's eyes. "I haven't even said I'm tired. What are you afraid of?"

"Fine, then." Jiang Ling spread his hands and wrapped an arm around Bulma's slender waist. "But your strength needs to improve too. That way, you won't get so tired."

"That makes sense, but training isn't my hobby. It's too hard for me, and the most important thing is that I'd get muscles.

I still like the feeling of using my brain in the laboratory."

To other people, using their brains was more painful than killing them, but Bulma felt that thinking in the laboratory was her greatest hobby, and she was perfectly at ease with it.

"Then I'll think of a way."

Jiang Ling thought for a moment. The Mutated Senzu Seed he had planted before had grown very quickly. When they boarded the spaceship, it had already grown up, so it would probably be mature by the time they returned.

That was perfect for letting Bulma try it and see how much strength it could increase.

As soon as Jiang Ling imagined being able to have a hearty, satisfying battle with Bulma in the future, impatience welled up in his heart.

"Then shall we do it now?"

Bulma bit her lip, and desire rekindled in her eyes.

Her fair body climbed onto Jiang Ling's chest.

Her slender fingers slowly teased Jiang Ling.

"Then let's do it. Who's afraid of who?"

Jiang Ling sucked in a cool breath, turned over, and pressed Bulma's petite body beneath him, accepting her passionate love.

The lights went out.

Only one desk lamp remained.

It cast both their shadows onto the wall.

The shadows drew closer and closer...

Spring filled the room, and light and shadow swayed across the wall.

Jiang Ling was fully absorbed, and Bulma held nothing back.

Rhythmic sounds rose in the room.

Together, they composed a beautiful movement.

Through the glass window in the ceiling, they could still see the scenery of outer space.

It had a flavor all its own.

Because the room had been specially fitted with soundproofing materials, there was no way anyone would know what they were doing.

In a room not far away.

Piccolo's ears twitched slightly, and the corner of his mouth tugged.

Then he shut off his hearing.

ε=(´o｀) sigh

Before they knew it, several days had passed.

Bulma, dressed in her underwear, lounged bored on the bed watching TV.

With nothing else to do, Jiang Ling wandered from room to room to visit everyone and see how they were getting on.

Krillin sat cross-legged in his room, meditating and training alone.

Gohan had probably already finished training and was now at his desk, huffing and puffing as he worked on his homework.

"Gohan, working hard, huh?"

Jiang Ling said with a smile.

Son Gohan put down his pen and scratched his head. "Ugh, my mom said I have to finish all this homework. If I don't..."

Thinking of the consequences, Gohan, who had a battle power of over a thousand, shuddered.

"Then keep it up!"

Jiang Ling patted Gohan on the shoulder with obvious schadenfreude, then left with a grin.

He turned and walked toward Piccolo's room.

Tap, tap, tap.

A knock sounded at the door.

"Come in."

Piccolo's voice came from inside.

Jiang Ling opened the door and leaned sideways against the doorframe.

"Yo, if it isn't Piccolo. Haven't seen you in days, and you're still training?"

Piccolo glanced at him and said flatly, "Only by training constantly can I surpass Son Goku."

"Old Pic, the gap between your current strength and Goku's is huge. And since you and Kami are split in two, I don't think you can surpass Son Goku."

Piccolo's expression darkened slightly.

"So you came here to mock me?"

"No, no, that's not what I mean."

Jiang Ling waved a hand, took two bottles of beer out of his system space, and tossed one over.

Piccolo normally relied on the two antennae on his head for photosynthesis, synthesizing starch to meet his body's daily needs.

But he had all the basic organs in his body, so eating and drinking were still possible.

Piccolo caught the beer and looked at Jiang Ling. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Jiang Ling smiled and took a sip of the wheat beverage.

"Nothing much. I just think that you and Kami have a life connection and were originally one being. Have you ever thought about becoming one person again?"

"No." Piccolo shook his head decisively. "Although we have a life connection, in the end we're two separate individuals. I don't want to become him, and he doesn't want to become me."

After saying that, he suddenly reacted. "What does that have to do with strength?"

"It does. A lot."

"How?"

"If you and Kami become one, by my estimate, your strength could increase by up to a hundredfold! And the personality could be led by Kami, or by you. It depends on how you two discuss it."

"Oh? I don't believe that. Where did you hear it from?" Piccolo looked at him suspiciously.

He could hardly be blamed for overthinking it. It was like someone coming up to you for no reason and saying you had a son. You wouldn't believe it either.

"Believe it or don't." Jiang Ling finished the last mouthful of beer, then turned and left.

Watching him leave, Piccolo's eyes flickered.

He thought to himself.

If what Jiang Ling said was true...

Then it wouldn't be a bad trump card. If he ran into an enemy he truly couldn't beat, he could give it a try.

With that thought, Piccolo picked up the beer and drained it in one go.

He cast aside distracting thoughts and continued training.

Namek.

In a village.

Frieza's soldiers raised their laser guns and herded dozens of Namekian villagers together, slaughtering them at will!

Green blood splattered, and screams rose one after another.

Frieza slowly appeared in his baby carriage, with his two right-hand men, Dodoria and Zarbon, at his side.

"Hohoho. I didn't expect such a tiny village to have so few people."

The village was slaughtered until only the elder in charge remained.

The elder was thin and gaunt, his eyes glaring wide.

"You damn outsiders! Do you know what you've done? You'll face retribution for this!"

Frieza waved a hand elegantly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I don't care. My goal is to obtain the Wish Orbs."

The gaunt elder's expression darkened when he heard that. "If you want the Wish Orb, you must pass the trial I set. If you want to make a wish, you must gather all seven."

At that, he paused, glanced at the remains of the villagers, and gave a miserable laugh. "Even if I die, I won't hand the Wish Orb over to you. Give up on it, hahahaha."

Just then, a subordinate handed a large orange orb to Frieza.

"Lord Frieza, we found the Wish Orb."

Frieza took the Wish Orb and nodded. "So this is the Wish Orb that can grant immortality? Not bad."

Then he raised one finger and pointed at the elder not far away.

A laser shot from his fingertip.

Whoosh—

The elder's chest was instantly pierced through by the laser. His eyes flew wide, and green blood flowed from his chest.

Frieza elegantly blew on his fingertip. "It doesn't matter if you don't hand over the Dragon Ball. Haven't I already obtained it?"

"Heh... Even if you gather all seven Wish Orbs, you still won't be able to use them."

After the elder said this with his last breath, his head tilted, and he died.

Frieza paid no attention to the elder's words, taking them only as one last useless struggle.

"Men, head to the next village. Collect the Wish Orbs."

"Yes, Lord Frieza!"

The soldiers answered in unison, then rushed toward the next village.

All that remained was a village in utter ruin, littered with corpses and severed limbs, blood flowing everywhere.