In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
Three days had passed since Roger promised Bulma that he would help her search for the Seven Dragon Balls.
So early that morning, Roger sat in Bulma's car as she drove them off in search of the Dragon Balls.
Of course, Bulma claimed they were searching for the Dragon Balls, but she mainly wanted Roger to take her out for fun.
Since the car was moving far too slowly, Roger yawned boredly in the passenger seat.
"Bulma, your car is too slow. How about I fly you there instead?"
"Fly? You mean carry me on your back through the sky?"
"No, we can fly through the sky on a magic carpet!"
"You have a magic carpet?"
"I'm a wizard, of course I have something like that!"
"Is the magic carpet safe?"
"It's safe. Don't you trust me?"
"I do trust you, but I've never ridden one before, so I had to ask!
By the way, Roger, since you have a magic carpet, you should have other things that can fly too, right?"
"I do, but you're not a wizard, so you can't use them!"
Bulma snorted coldly.
"What's so great about wizards? I can make airplanes too and fly through the skies!"
Roger merely smiled without saying anything.
After half a day had passed, Roger got hungry, so Bulma stopped the car on a mountain to eat lunch.
"Roger, the scenery here is really beautiful!"
Bulma said as she ate her lunch.
Roger nodded.
That afternoon.
After Bulma woke from her nap, Roger took out a carpet several dozen square meters in size. It was black, yellow, and blue, patterned with squares in those three colors.
"Roger, is this the magic carpet?"
"That's right. As long as you sit on it,