Rudra then remembers that he can use the gravity chamber to become even stronger, so he goes to Capsule Corporation, Dr. Brief gives him permission to come.
West City was never truly asleep. Even as the moonlight painted the skyline in silver, the glowing dome of Capsule Corporation stood like a second sun at the heart of the city. Within, the corridors hummed with the soft whir of machines, automated carts rolling past, scientists working overtime under sterile white lights. The company that Bulma Briefs' family had built wasn't just a business empire; it was the future of Earth's technology condensed into walls of alloy and glass.
Rudra followed a quiet attendant through the vast lobby. His eyes flickered over the Capsule Corp insignia engraved on the marble floor, over the panoramic displays of inventions: compact vehicles, medical devices, even weapons. To the ordinary citizen, this was dazzling, futuristic. To Rudra—who had glimpsed the destiny of Earth through the stories yet to unfold—it all seemed like the beginning steps of children learning to walk.
Still, he knew one thing clearly. To shape the path ahead, he needed the trust of this family.
The elevator chimed softly and opened into a wide lounge. There, waiting by a table stacked with schematics, stood Bulma Briefs. Not yet the seasoned engineer who would one day craft tools for warriors to battle gods, she was still in her early twenties, brimming with sharp intellect and impatience. Her blue hair shimmered under the ceiling lights, and her piercing eyes narrowed the moment she noticed Rudra.
"So you're the one my father insists I meet," she said flatly.
Rudra gave a polite nod. "Yes. My name is Rudra. I heard Capsule Corporation might be interested in… pushing the boundaries of technology."
Bulma crossed her arms, already skeptical. "People say that every week. Some rich fool comes in, talking about 'boundaries' and 'changing the world,' and half the time they can't tell a capacitor from a coffee mug. Which one are you?"
Her words were sharp, but Rudra wasn't rattled. He smiled faintly. "The one who knows what questions to ask. Not the one with all the answers."
That remark piqued her interest, though she didn't show it. Instead, she gestured for him to sit.
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The Conversation Begins
Bulma slid a blueprint across the table. "Let's test that. Suppose I asked you how to build a gravity chamber. You know, something that could multiply Earth's gravity for training purposes. People dream about it all the time."
Her eyes gleamed with challenge.
Rudra leaned back. "It isn't possible. Not with current Earth technology."
That startled her for a moment. Most people blustered, pretending they could. "You're… correct," she admitted. "Do you know why it's impossible?"
"Yes. Because gravity isn't a force you can just dial up like turning a knob. It's the curvature of spacetime. To manipulate it artificially, you'd need a constant energy supply greater than this planet produces in an entire year. And even then, the structure containing that field would collapse under its own distortion."
Bulma's brows shot up. He wasn't bluffing. "Hmm. Not bad," she muttered. "Still, that's an oversimplification. You'd also need stabilizers—devices to counter the differential pull on molecular bonds. Otherwise, the moment you increase gravity, any object inside would tear itself apart at the atomic level."
Rudra nodded, hiding the amusement tugging at his lips. So she's already thought this through.
Before he could reply, the soft shuffle of footsteps approached.
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Dr. Brief Joins
Dr. Brief entered the lounge, his lab coat slightly singed from some experiment, a clipboard tucked under his arm. Despite his eccentric appearance, his presence commanded respect. He gave Rudra a welcoming nod and sank into the seat opposite him, setting down the clipboard.
"So," Dr. Brief began in a calm, deliberate tone, "I hear you've been asking about gravity manipulation, young man."
Rudra inclined his head respectfully. "Yes, Doctor. I wanted to hear your perspective."
The elder scientist chuckled softly, stroking his beard. "Ah, perspective. Well, let me tell you this straight. As of now, on Earth, the idea is theoretical at best. We can theorize about field condensers, exotic matter, negative energy densities… but in practice, none of these exist here. Not in usable form."
He tapped his clipboard thoughtfully. "Even if we had such materials, there's the question of energy. To bend gravity, one must manipulate spacetime itself. That requires power far beyond nuclear fission or fusion. Perhaps if we had a miniature star locked in a containment field—though, of course, we don't."
Bulma jumped in, her voice firm. "Exactly. People read comic books and think we can build a training chamber tomorrow. They don't realize the math itself tells us it's impossible. At best, we can simulate gravity with rotation—like space stations spinning to create centrifugal force. But true gravity alteration?" She shook her head. "Not happening."
Rudra rested his chin on his hand, listening carefully. "Unless…" he said slowly.
"Unless what?" Bulma challenged.
"Unless someone else already has the technology," Rudra replied. His voice was steady, almost casual.
For the first time, both Bulma and Dr. Brief froze. The older man gave a small laugh. "You mean aliens, I assume?"
"Yes," Rudra said simply.
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The Theory of Aliens
Dr. Brief leaned back, folding his arms. "It's not an unreasonable idea, in theory. After all, if life exists here, why not elsewhere? Advanced civilizations may have solved problems we can't even approach yet."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Dad, don't encourage him. Aliens are just science fiction. No evidence, no signals, no contact."
Rudra's eyes glinted. "And yet you still admit, if they did exist, they could have technology Earth can't even dream of."
Bulma slammed her palm against the table. "Yes, if! But they don't exist. That's the point!"
Dr. Brief chuckled again, but his voice softened. "Bulma, remember—science is about possibilities. We can't rule it out. But yes, practically speaking, we've seen nothing to suggest they're out there." He turned to Rudra. "Young man, unless you have proof of extraterrestrials, all we can do is theorize. And those theories will remain out of reach for a long, long time."
Rudra let the silence linger. His gaze moved between the father and daughter, both brilliant, both blind to what was coming.
Finally, he leaned forward. His voice dropped low, heavy with intent.
"Are you sure?"
The words hung in the air like a weight.
Bulma scoffed, trying to brush it off. "Of course. If aliens existed, Earth would have seen them already."
Dr. Brief gave a gentle smile, though something flickered in his eyes—a hesitation, perhaps. "I'd like to believe in endless possibilities. But no, son. As far as science can tell us… aliens are only theory."
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Rudra's Thoughts
Rudra sat back, his expression unreadable. Only theory, they said. Yet he knew the truth: Saiyans had already existed for generations, Frieza's empire spanned galaxies, Namekians lived under twin suns. Earth's ignorance wasn't protection. It was vulnerability.
He imagined Goku's pod landing years from now, the battles that would follow, Vegeta's arrival, Frieza's shadow looming over Namek. And these people—the smartest minds of Earth—dismissed it all as fantasy.
But Rudra couldn't blame them. To believe in such vastness without evidence required faith, not science. And Capsule Corp was built on reason.
Still, their conversation left him with a decision. He couldn't reveal the truth yet. Not now. But slowly, carefully, he would guide them closer. He would plant seeds of doubt, prepare them for a future where Earth was not alone.
For now, he gave a polite bow. "Thank you for your time. Your theories were… enlightening."
Bulma smirked. "I hope you're not disappointed."
"Not at all," Rudra said, his eyes gleaming with hidden knowledge. "In fact, it's exactly what I expected."
As he turned to leave, Dr. Brief watched him go, frowning slightly. The young man's certainty unsettled him in a way he couldn't explain.
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Outside, Rudra stood under the night sky of West City. The stars glittered above, distant, cold, indifferent. To Bulma and her father, they were unreachable points of light.
But to Rudra, they were warnings. The universe was vast. And one day soon, it would come knocking on Earth's door.
He whispered to himself, almost like a vow:
"They think aliens don't exist. They'll find out soon enough."
And with that, Rudra walked away, his shadow merging with the neon glow of the city.