The people around the mountain hollow stared at Uchiha Hikaru as if they had discovered a new continent.
They had never seen technology like a Flying Car that could take to the skies, much less heard of one that could move so fast. Its speed was even faster than light.
Everyone looked at him and Bulma with envy and jealousy. Of course, those powerful fellows were probably thinking more about snatching it away.
After all, this was a world where great strength could crush everything. Without sufficient power, anything one said was pointless, and one would only go further down the road to death, engaging in needless resistance against one's own abilities.
"Bulma, how many minutes do you think we'd survive if we went down there?"
Uchiha Hikaru asked Bulma as if it were an extremely serious question, but she seemed utterly unconcerned. She curiously watched the people in the mountain hollow, as well as those hurrying toward it.
At that moment, Bulma's eyes seemed to hold nothing but the Dragon Balls. She had no room for anything else, and she might even bring out some black technology just to obtain them.
"I think you'd last one minute." Uchiha Hikaru had thought she was going to stay silent. Who would have expected her to answer, and with such a fair assessment? If it were him, he could last one minute.
Didn't that mean that if it were her alone, she would only last one second?
"If it were you, would you last one second?" Uchiha Hikaru looked at Bulma, who was sitting in the Flying Car and seriously staring toward the mountain hollow, seemingly searching for a safe place.
"No, I can last one minute too."
Bulma spoke with great confidence, as though she knew that with him around, he