Make the wish, then leave!
Bulma's body trembled. Though she had long sensed it coming, it still felt as if someone had lightly clenched her heart, leaving an empty ache in her chest.
She raised her head, trying to suppress her disappointment. Her voice was soft but resolute. "Then... can you take me with you? I want to see your world."
Take Bulma away from Earth?
Those words plunged Barros into deep thought.
On Earth, Bulma's strength already placed her among the strongest.
But compared to the Saiyans of the Divine Martial Battle Star, and the powerful beings of every race scattered across countless galaxies, Bulma, with less than ten thousand battle power, was indeed as fragile as a fledgling bird that had just landed.
The battle on Earth had only just ended, and the flames of war on Planet Namek had yet to cool, yet Barros had already made up his mind—Saiyans would march across the heavens and take command of the entire universe.
But was he really going to drag Bulma, who had lived peacefully on Earth for more than a decade, into that vast battlefield where planets could explode at any moment, smoke and flames filled every corner, and the very heavens and earth could be overturned at the slightest turn? Barros felt heavily burdened, unable to make a decision for the moment.
Bulma might have been weak in battle, but she was an unparalleled genius, one in ten thousand, perhaps one in a century.
Looking across the entire world of Dragon Ball, when it came to talent outside of combat—scientific achievement alone—Bulma stood firmly at the very peak of the pyramid, even when measured against the entire universe.
After considering it for a long time, Barros finally decided to tell her the full truth and let