svetikya Chapter 357 Individual Cultivation Plans
Chapter 357 Individual Cultivation Plans
Bulma's eyes widened, her cheeks flushed crimson, and her shrill exclamation nearly pierced her eardrums: "What?!"
Before Bulma could ask any more questions, Goku and the others had already vanished into the sky as streaks of light.
Krillin watched the departing figure, scratching his bald head, muttering to himself in confusion, "What did Goku mean? Is Bulma pregnant?"
"What the hell?!" Bulma put her hands on her hips, stomping her feet so hard they seemed to slam the ground open, her earlobes turning bright red. "How could I possibly be pregnant?!"
Yamcha suddenly grinned, casually putting his arm around Bulma's shoulder, completely ignoring her instantly bristling reaction: "Bulma, Goku probably meant—"
Yamcha deliberately drew out his words, mimicking Goku's honest and simple tone, "Bulma is going to marry me, and we'll have a baby!"
As he spoke, he burst into laughter, "I never thought that simple-minded person could say something like that! Hahahaha!"
Thus, in order to prepare for the challenges three years later, everyone returned to their respective places and began even more rigorous training.
In the silent world, one can almost hear the heavy hum of the gears of time turning.
……
Krillin landed on the beach of Kame-sen Island with a "whoosh," and before the sand he kicked up had completely settled, he ran briskly toward the Kame House.
Master Roshi was lounging in a rocking chair with his legs crossed, humming a tuneless little tune while flipping through a brand-new magazine featuring beautiful women.
Suddenly spotting Klin, he sprang up from the rocking chair like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, tumbling backward with the chair, the magazine falling to the ground with a thud.
"Krillin's ghost has appeared too!" Master Roshi pointed at Krillin, his voice filled with terror.
"Just now, Wukong suddenly appeared, stole my sunglasses, and disappeared again. Now you're doing this...?"
Krillin sighed and rubbed his forehead, then pulled Master Roshi's sunglasses out of his pocket, put them on, put his hands on his hips, and said in a serious tone, "Master Roshi, Master Roshi! I'm not a ghost, I'm just here to return your sunglasses!"
Master Roshi stared wide-eyed as he shakily took the sunglasses.
The next second, he nimbly darted back into the rocking chair, picked up the magazine again, and leisurely flipped through it, muttering, "Ah, this is so much easier to look at the pictures now!"
Krillin paced anxiously around the rocking chair, his face flushed, shouting, "Master Roshi! I want to train with you again! I want to improve my strength! Master Roshi, can you hear me? Master Roshi! Master Roshi! Oh dear, Master Roshi!"
Master Roshi acted as if he hadn't heard anything, his eyes fixed on the beautiful woman in the magazine, and he kept letting out silly "hehe" laughs.
……
Inside the Capsule Corporation, in Bulma's home laboratory, the lights were as bright as day.
Dr. Cliff carefully cradled a small black cat, which seemed extremely frightened and was meowing loudly.
Just then, Vegeta strode in, barefoot and shirtless, exuding an undeniable aura.
Dr. Cliff shuddered at the sight of Vegeta, his body trembling slightly.
Vegeta stared coldly at Dr. Cliff and said, enunciating each word clearly, "I need you to build me a gravity device that is 300 times stronger than normal."
Dr. Cliff's eyes widened, and the little black cat in his arms seemed to sense his tension, meowing even louder.
The doctor swallowed hard, and replied tremblingly, "What did you say? You want me to build you a gravity device with 300 times the normal force?"
“That’s right.” Vegeta snorted coldly, crossed his arms, and looked at him with disdain.
“Kakarot used a 100x gravity device, so I’m going to train using three times his.”
Dr. Cliff looked horrified and shook his head repeatedly: "This is too reckless. If you weigh 68 kilograms, then 300 times that would be 18 tons. Your body wouldn't be able to handle it."
As he spoke, Dr. Cliff gently stroked the head of the little black cat on his shoulder, trying to soothe it and ease his own tension. Under his touch, the little black cat's meows gradually subsided.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Vegeta's neck veins bulged, his pupils almost spitting fire, and his aura surged as if it were a tangible force.
Vegeta threw a punch, and the metal floor of the laboratory instantly cracked, revealing a spiderweb pattern.
"I want you to make it for me! You have to make it for me no matter what!"
The blast wave overturned the experimental table, and the precision instruments exploded into fragments amidst a deafening roar.
Dr. Cliff was pressed against the wall by the powerful wind pressure, and the little black cat in his arms bristled and let out a shrill scream. The hair of both of them stood straight up as if they had been electrocuted.
The doctor, trembling, gripped the corner of the table and struggled to speak amidst the deafening explosion: "But...but..."
Before he could finish speaking, another wave of air knocked him to the ground, and fragments of the experimental equipment clattered down at Vegeta's feet.
……
On Baozi Mountain, sunlight streamed into Sun Wukong's courtyard, but it couldn't dispel the tense atmosphere that permeated the air.
Qiqi stood with her hands on her hips, her eyebrows raised, her almond eyes wide open, glaring angrily at Sun Wukong.
Her chest heaved violently, and her voice trembled with anger: "Give me a break! How long are you going to keep interfering with Gohan's studies?"
Kiki stepped forward, her finger almost poking Sun Wukong's nose.
"I bought Gohan a learning machine and a computer-aided study bed specifically for his studies, but you still want to make a training plan for him and make him continue to train. How long are you going to delay Gohan's studies?"
Sun Wukong shrank his neck, his face showing an embarrassed and helpless expression. He scratched his head and was about to explain when he was interrupted by Chi-Chi's even more intense words.
"What kind of father are you? What kind of father are you?!" Qiqi's roar echoed in the courtyard, startling the chickens in the yard, which flapped their wings and scattered in all directions.
Qi crossed her arms, her face full of displeasure. She raised her chin, closed her eyes tightly, turned her head sharply, and snorted coldly: "Hmph! I don't care if you want to train with Piccolo and Shangyun. But don't delay my Gohan anymore."
Seeing this, Goku quickly waved his hand, his face showing an anxious and helpless expression, and strode forward: "Wait a minute, Chi-Chi, let me explain! I've told you so many times, we need Gohan's power!"
Sun Wukong gestured with his hands, trying to make Chi-Chi understand the dire situation, "And if we fail this time, Earth may disappear."
Qiqi turned her head slightly to the side, still not looking directly at Sun Wukong, and just let out a light snort from her nose, clearly not buying his words.
Sun Wukong was so anxious that he scratched his head and sweat beaded on his forehead, racking his brains for a way to persuade his stubborn wife who was also worried about their son.