After finishing the meal, the group left the restaurant.
No. 17 and No. 18 could rely on their humanity to resist the preset commands within their chips, but No. 16 could not. The trick of "why beat Kakarot if you want to kill Son Goku" could not be used forever.
He was a simple robot; Ino had to take him back to the past to modify his initial commands.
Ino teleported, taking the group to the Capsule Corporation. At the entrance, she separated from them, preparing to take No. 16 alone to a point in the past.
No. 17 and No. 18 both had very peaceful personalities; the only one to worry about was the violent maniac Vegeta.
At first, the other party ignored her, simply soothing the child. After being stared at by Ino for over ten seconds, he glared back impatiently, "What exactly are you looking at?"
"Mr. Vegeta."
Hearing this address of "Mr. So-and-so," Vegeta felt a chill run down his spine. The tone, the intonation, and that sinister coldness were exactly the same. In a trance, it felt as if he had returned to the time when he was working under Frieza.
He was no fool and knew what Ino wanted to say, "I won't fight these two broken puppets, alright?"
"Alright, I'll be gone for a while." Ino took No. 16 away.
No. 18 sneered and made a fist-clenching gesture at Vegeta.
Vegeta forced himself to endure. His Super Saiyan transformation could only fight to a draw against No. 18, but with one side having stamina limits and the other having infinite energy, to him, a draw was equivalent to a defeat.
He was very unhappy. What made him even more unhappy was that even a "dead last" like Piccolo had surpassed him; this was truly inconceivable.
After soothing the child, he dove headfirst into the gravity room.
500 times gravity, let's go!
Bulma remotely contacted Konan, the Chief Financial Officer of the Yamanaka Chamber of Commerce. Both sides brought several financial experts to calculate the exchange rate between their currencies.
No. 17 and No. 18 showed no sign of constraint in someone else's home. No. 17 lay back on the sofa, closing his eyes to rest, while No. 18, like a shopaholic, continued to browse through various product information.
She didn't know the specific uses of some items and lacked Bulma's scientific level, so she whispered questions to No. 17.
No. 17 was truly annoyed by the questions and sighed, saying, "I remember I slept and woke up together with you. Why do you think I would know things you don't know?"
No. 18 spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, "Boys should know a bit more, otherwise you won't be able to find a wife in the future!"
No. 17 covered his face with his hand, not wanting to pay attention to his twin sister.
Krillin walked into the Capsule Corporation. He wanted to ask Bulma if there were any training classes or the like at the traffic police department to help eliminate his illiteracy. For someone like him who had left home to practice martial arts since childhood, his academic subjects were truly lacking.
He came here often and knew the way well. Just as he walked into the main entrance, he unexpectedly saw No. 18 sitting in the hall with her legs crossed, looking down and browsing something.
His first reaction was his heart skipping a beat. His second reaction was, Holy cow! Why is an Android here??
He scrambled out on all fours. Many Capsule Corporation employees focused their gazes on him, not understanding what he was doing.
Krillin hurriedly called Son Goku back, while Bulma called Chichi.
Speaking of which, at some point, Bulma actually had a bit of a thing for Son Goku, or at least she was interested in the grown-up Son Goku. However, the two were too familiar with each other, and some words were really hard to say. Chichi was also overly proactive. Just as that bit of thought in Bulma's heart was beginning to sprout, Son Gohan was born over there.
Since they already had a child, Bulma stopped craving Son Goku's body. Over time, she and Chichi also became good friends.
Seeing that there were a large number of goods at this time, she invited Chichi over to choose together.
Konoha had the four beauties: Ino, Hinata, Sakura, and Tenten. Dragon Ball had the three beauties: Bulma, Chichi, and No. 18. Now that the three beauties were gathered, although Chichi had no money, she didn't mind looking at the various goods. The three whispered amongst themselves and surprisingly became familiar with each other very quickly.
"Hey... Goku, are you sure they aren't bad people?" Looking at the three women who seemed to have suddenly become friends, Krillin quietly asked Son Goku.
Son Goku answered with particular certainty, "Don't worry, they are all good people."
Chichi looked at the dazzling array of goods and was very tempted, but she knew her situation. Her family was truly too poor! She could really only look at these things.
Bulma lowered her voice, "Don't worry, I thought of an idea... In a while, when the deliveryman bringing the goods arrives, we'll..."
Chichi and No. 18 both revealed expressions of astonishment. You wouldn't be... You wouldn't be thinking of looting him, would you?
"What are you thinking? How could I do that kind of thing? Just follow my lead in a bit."
Four hours passed quickly. Ino hadn't returned yet, but the goods ordered by Bulma and No. 18 had already been delivered by the cosmic deliveryman.
The other party was piloting a vehicle somewhere between a truck and a spaceship, slowly landing on the plaza of the Capsule Corporation.
It wasn't the first time aliens had visited Earth. Low profile? Non-existent!
The deliveryman, Monaka, who was short in stature with slender limbs, red skin, and a somewhat vacant gaze, looked at the address in his hand to confirm he hadn't come to the wrong place.
"Keh heh heh heh!" Bulma walked out with large strides, wearing a villainous expression.
She was wearing the combat suit Vegeta had worn before, with a battle power detector hanging over her left eye and a scientific ninja tool version of a Gatling gun in her hand.
Chichi and No. 18 widened their eyes. You're dressed like this, and you still say it's not a looting?
Monaka was small in stature. Seeing Bulma walk out so aggressively, he was scared into sweating profusely, his two thin legs trembling constantly.
Son Goku and Krillin also looked over.
They were always the type to side with family over reason. Even if Bulma was fully armed and seemed about to do something, they had no intention of stopping her; they just felt that this alien was so weak!
Monaka tremblingly took out the cargo manifest, "You can't... can't kill me. Breach of contract... you have to pay a penalty..."
Bulma revealed a smile like a Great Demon King, "How much is the penalty? How much do you earn a month? Is it calculated by the number of orders? How much do you make per order?"
The battle power detector had a translation function, so Monaka could completely understand her words.
The short alien spilled everything, recounting his salary and benefits in detail.
Bulma happily paid the bill using the currency Konan had just settled for her, then revealed a sweet smile and made a gesture, "Handsome young man, wait for me a moment, okay?"
Monaka stood there blankly, waiting.
Bulma told Chichi her thoughts.
"What? You're saying let Goku become a cosmic deliveryman?" Chichi was greatly startled.
Bulma put her hands on her hips and nodded gently, "I think this job is very suitable. The pay is very high, and..."
She looked at Chichi's belly. Chichi was pregnant with her second child, and the pressure of supporting the family was getting bigger and bigger. The little income from farming alone was truly not enough for Saiyans to squander.
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