Logistics Upgrade

West City's nightscape glittered with prosperity, and the lights in the revolving restaurant swayed gently, soft and warm.

On the table, seafood and premium marbled Wagyu had already piled up into a small mountain. Son Goku's hands moved so fast they left afterimages as he buried his head and swept through the food on his plate. A Saiyan's black-hole-like appetite and their whirlwind way of eating were both etched into their bones.

Bulma rested her chin on one hand. The exquisite cheese lobster in front of her had long gone cold. Without touching her knife and fork, she simply stared fixedly at the young man who was working hard on a king crab leg.

"You're saying... time inside and outside that room flowed at a ratio of one to three hundred and sixty-five?" Bulma frowned as her genius mind raced at full speed.

"That makes no sense at all in physics. Unless there's an independent higher-dimensional space beyond that door—but stabilizing a place like that would consume enough energy to drain dozens of stars dry."

Son Goku swallowed the Wagyu in his mouth, grabbed the enormous cup of juice beside him, and tipped it back until he had drained it clean. Seeing Bulma taking it so seriously, he laughed.

"Come on, Bulma. What scientific logic is there to talk about in a place where gods live?"

He casually pulled over a napkin, wiped his mouth, and leaned back against the chair. His eyes watched the neon lights outside the window, but his thoughts drifted back to that endless white void.

"That place was a cage that could drive someone crazy," Son Goku said, his voice growing flat.

Bulma's heart tightened. She leaned forward, her tone full of concern. "The environment there must have been terrible, right?"

"You guessed right." Son Goku smiled.

"The air was so thin that every breath made my lungs hurt. During the day, it was hot enough to melt iron, and at night, cold enough to crack your bones. Worst of all was the gravity—it was sticky like glue. It didn't just press down on your bones; it squeezed your nerves for all it was worth."

Bulma's eyelids twitched as she listened, and she immediately reached out to grab Son Goku's hand. She couldn't imagine what had kept this man going through an entire year in that desperate white wasteland.

Feeling the warmth against the back of his hand, Son Goku turned his hand over and clasped her soft palm, gently rubbing it with his thumb.

"Don't worry, I came back just fine, didn't I? I suffered a little, but this was definitely worth it." He clenched his free hand into a fist, and a muffled boom exploded through the air.

"My battle power is over three million now."

Bulma wasn't sensitive to martial arts numbers, but she clearly remembered that back when Son Goku's battle power had only just passed ten thousand, he could dismantle an entire heavily armed division with his bare hands. Three million? Wasn't that enough to sweep across Earth?

"Since you've become this strong, I need to speed up the engineering work too." Bulma grew serious.

"The interstellar spaceship has made a major breakthrough. Also, a hundred-times gravity chamber definitely isn't enough for your training anymore. I'll get a higher-multiplier gravity chamber ready as soon as possible. Just leave the logistical support to me!"

Son Goku looked at the proud expression on the girl's face, and warmth filled his heart.

He chuckled and tapped his empty plate with his fork. "Bulma, it's great having you around!"

"But we can put all that aside for now. Let me eat my fill first! Bring ten more servings of everything I just had!"

"Goku, how can you live off a woman with such a perfectly righteous expression?!" Bulma shot him a glare, though the corners of her mouth were raised high. Then she turned and called the waiter over to order more food.

Early the next morning, deep underground at Capsule Corporation.

Buzz—

The dull roar of motors echoed through the gravity chamber, while the red digits on the control panel remained locked at 100 times.

Son Goku stood bare-chested at the center, his muscles taut as cast steel. In the past, one hundred times gravity would have been enough to make him breathe heavily. But now, he stood perfectly straight.

Huff...

He exhaled a breath of stale air, calmly settled into his stance, and stepped forward with his left foot.

Crack!

The pressure-resistant floor forged from special alloy was crushed beneath his foot, spiderweb cracks spreading out from the impact!

The air was incredibly dense under one hundred times gravity; even waving a hand felt like stirring through a swamp. Yet Son Goku threw punches—nothing more than basic straight punches, hooks, and side kicks.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Air bursts exploded one after another. The force of his punches spilled outward, smashing shallow dents into the distant walls, and the entire gravity chamber shook violently as if an earthquake had struck.

Bulma's helpless voice came from the speaker in the corner. "Goku! Take it easy! The shock-absorption valve readings are about to max out! Keep this up, and even the basement's load-bearing structure won't hold!"

"Sorry, sorry, I'll be more careful!" Son Goku withdrew his fists, looked around at the wreckage, and rubbed his brow helplessly.

He could feel that his body was like an iron barrel packed full of explosives. The foundation he had built up in the Time Chamber was too solid; 100G no longer did much for him.

Up in the research center on the surface, things were also running at full speed.

After witnessing Son Goku's destructive power, Bulma and Dr. Gero felt an overwhelming sense of urgency. The two geniuses' minds clashed fiercely in the laboratory.

"Dr. Gero, the energy circuit is still too conservative." Bulma stared at the screen.

"This insulation layer can't withstand the load from his instantaneous bursts. We need to change the material!"

"Miss Bulma, that can be changed, but your spatial-folding engine in the spaceship has squeezed the coolant pipes. This old man must revise that design!" Dr. Gero's raspy voice was full of stubbornness.

Neither of them gave an inch in the laboratory. Though their arguments never stopped, the pace of development surged forward as if it had been strapped to a rocket.

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

One afternoon, the warped door of the gravity chamber released pressure with a hiss.

Dr. Gero rushed inside, clutching a tablet. Son Goku had just finished ten hours of basic physical training, sweat streaming down his back.

"Young Master Goku, come take a look at this!" Dr. Gero pushed up his thick glasses. His gaunt face was full of excitement, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Son Goku grabbed a towel and wiped his face. "You're pretty excited. Got results?"

"Yes! It's practically the perfect work of art!" Gero rapidly tapped the screen, pulling up a dark-blue model.

"The spacecraft's core testing has been completed!"

Son Goku nodded, his gaze passing over the screen. "What about the gravity chamber? Any new progress?"

"Yes!" Gero cleared his throat, his face fervent. "Miss Bulma made a breakthrough and developed a gravity-wave oscillation system!"

Gero rubbed his hands excitedly. "In theory, the new machine can go straight up to 500G or even higher! It doesn't press downward—it compresses space from every direction. As long as you can withstand it, the machine can crush space out of shape!"

Son Goku's eyes lit up, and he was just about to praise him.

"That's not all!" Gero mysteriously swiped to the final page, and three towering black silhouettes appeared on the screen.

Three humanoid skeletons gleamed with metallic luster. They had no skin, and their scarlet electronic eyes radiated cold ruthlessness.

"These are the First-Generation SP Combat Robots!" Gero proudly patted the tablet.

"They've been loaded with combat data from you, Krillin, and the others. They have unlimited stamina and are tough as nails."

At that, Gero grinned.

"From now on, you won't have to spar with thin air in the gravity chamber. As long as you don't strike to kill, they'll be the best training partners you could ask for!"

Looking at the three steel monsters on the screen, Son Goku felt the blood in his veins begin to burn again.