With every meter the spaceship descended, the engine grew more terrifying. The windows buzzed along with it, and the loose stones on the ground jumped violently.
Bulla rose from the sofa, her blanket slipping to the floor.
She rushed to the window, pressing both hands against the glass, her eyes wide.
"It's Trunks's spaceship!" Her voice suddenly brightened, filled with shock and excitement. "They're back!"
Qi Heng did not say a word.
He merely stared quietly at the spaceship, his golden pupils narrowing as they reflected the blue flames blasting from the engines.
His breathing was deep and steady, but his tail had begun to swish uneasily—that was a Saiyan's instinct when faced with a powerful presence.
The spaceship slowly adjusted its posture, rotating to align its hatch with the relatively intact patch of open ground before Capsule Corporation.
The engine angle changed, and the blue flames tilted from vertical to diagonal, pushing the spaceship through its final descent.
Thirty meters above the ground, the cushioning devices beneath the spaceship activated.
Six hydraulic struts extended, white vapor spraying from their tips.
The spaceship descended even more slowly, drifting gently toward the ground like a feather.
Twenty meters.
Ten meters.
Five meters.
Boom—
The spaceship landed.
The hydraulic struts compressed fully at once, absorbing all the impact.
The hull sank slightly, then came to a steady stop.
The engines' roar gradually weakened, turning into a low hum before falling completely silent.
The sudden silence was even more piercing than the previous roar.
The night wind passed through the ruined courtyard, howling softly.
Moonlight shone upon the spaceship's silver-white hull, reflecting a cold glow.
The hatch opened—not by springing out, but by slowly sliding aside.
As the internal pressure equalized with the outside, it let out a faint hiss.
Warm yellow light