As the fleet passed through the wormhole, the starlight beyond the portholes solidified from countless stretched silver lines back into distinct points of light. The Milky Way of Universe 7 slowly unfolded ahead of them, and the blue-and-white planet at the edge of the Orion Arm had already become visible through the windows.
Ji Ming leaned back in the captain's chair as messages from Bulma's contact avatar popped up on his wristband at an almost frenzied pace.
"The foundations for the refugee settlement are already laid in the western district of New Vegeta City. It's backed by mountains and faces the sea, only a ten-minute walk from the Saiyan residential area. My dad personally designed the ecological circulation system. It can replace that gray-gold chaotic air from the dimensional rift with Earth-standard atmosphere, and the transition period should take about a week. Nail passed word along from Planet Namek in advance—Dende said he could send three elders skilled in sealing arts to help stabilize the spatial environment. Also, Chi-Chi heard that dozens of refugees who haven't had a full meal in hundreds of millions of years are coming, so she's already set up every usable pot in the Mount Paozu kitchen."
Ji Ming read the message aloud to everyone in the cabin. Vegeta leaned against the bulkhead, his Silver Blue aura drawn in until only an imperceptible film remained over his body. His brow twitched slightly at the words "backed by mountains and facing the sea," but he said nothing. Krillin poked his head out from the rear seats. "The refugee settlement is backed by mountains and faces the sea? Isn't that right beside the Gravity Chamber? Vegeta's going to walk out every morning and see a bunch of Old God descendants planting flowers on their balconies."
"The Gravity Chamber