Time passed quickly, and Bulma was awed by Uchiha Hikaru's talent.
His talent was practically a once-in-a-century rarity. After witnessing his strength, she suddenly wanted to go back on her original decision—the one where she had refused to become his other half.
Back then, she had been young and impulsive and understood nothing, which was why she had rejected him. But after spending time with him, she gradually realized just how monstrous Uchiha Hikaru truly was.
Perhaps not even Master Roshi could stand shoulder to shoulder with this young man.
"Why did I think of that nasty old man? Just thinking about him makes me mad. Last time, he took one of my Dragon Radar detectors and still hasn't returned it. He definitely isn't giving it back. How hateful."
Bulma grew furious just thinking of Master Roshi's decrepit old face.
"What's wrong, Bulma? Who made you angry?" Uchiha Hikaru looked at the furious Bulma, feeling somewhat puzzled. Who had dared provoke this big shot and make her this angry?
Bulma's mind was full of that nasty old man, though she had only thought of him in passing, not that she had been dwelling on it.
"It's nothing. I just thought of someone irritating, but I've almost forgotten about it already." Bulma looked relaxed, but her thoughts had already undergone earth-shaking changes.
Uchiha Hikaru merely smiled without speaking. So she was getting angry at herself. No wonder she was so furious.
Bulma stopped thinking about all that messy nonsense and focused only on watching Uchiha Hikaru handle the matters before him. His talent was simply too powerful; he had completely transformed the things she had invented on a fundamental level.
He had even developed new gadgets, leaving her utterly convinced. He was truly incredible.
"Come take a look at my new