At the end of the commercial street, a wildly modified heavy motorcycle charged into the pedestrian zone like an out-of-control bull, smashing through everything in its path.
Roadside stalls were destroyed, scattering fruit and accessories all over the ground.
A woman sat astride the motorcycle.
Her fluffy blonde hair blazed under the sunlight with an untamed brilliance.
A dark green midriff-baring tank top outlined her explosive figure.
She carried a rocket launcher thicker than her thigh, chewed gum, and wore a fanatical, vicious expression.
It was Launch in her blonde form.
The most unstable bombshell of the early Dragon Ball era—a bandit with two completely different personalities.
"Hahaha! If you don't want to die, get the hell out of my way! That armored car up ahead is mine!"
With one hand controlling the handlebars, Launch skillfully adjusted the rocket launcher with the other and aimed it straight at the entrance of the nearby West City Bank.
The surrounding crowd instantly exploded into chaos.
"Aaaah! It's that crazy woman!"
"Run! She has heavy weapons!"
"Where are the police?! Where are the police?!"
Screams and panicked cries merged into a complete mess.
Bulma was also startled by the sudden turn of events, and the hair clip in her hand dropped to the ground.
"Seriously? I finally get a chance to go shopping…"
Bulma frowned, but she didn't panic too much, because the strongest man on Earth was standing right beside her.
"Krillin, look. Isn't that Launch?"
Krillin didn't answer right away. Instead, he looked at the blonde woman with great interest as the System panel flickered before his eyes.
[Special Character Detected: Launch (Blonde Form)]
[Personality: Irritable, Greedy, Extremely Dangerous]
[Current Threat Rank: D (To ordinary people), SSS (To wallets)]
"Interesting," A playful smile curled at the corner of Krillin's mouth.
"Looks like I've finally found a place to vent some of my excess energy."
Just then, several police cars screeched to a stop, attempting to block Launch.
"Criminal ahead, listen up! Put down your weapons—"
"Shut your damn mouth!" Launch spat and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
BOOM!
A rocket covered in hideous graffiti shot out with a long trail of flame, screaming toward the police cars.
The terrifying speed and the coming explosion made everyone shut their eyes in despair.
"It's over!"
But the expected explosion never came.
It was as if the world had frozen for a moment.
An afterimage flashed past, so fast that the human eye couldn't even follow it.
When everyone opened their eyes again, the bald man had somehow appeared between the police cars and the rocket.
He was still holding all the shopping bags, and his posture had barely changed.
He had simply freed his right hand and raised it flat in front of him.
The rocket, powerful enough to blow apart an entire street, now rested obediently in his palm.
The thruster at the rear still spewed flames desperately, trying to force the warhead forward, but Krillin's hand was like an unbreakable wall, completely unmoving.
"This… how is that possible?!"
The gum in Launch's mouth dropped to the ground.
Her sunglasses slid down to the tip of her nose as she stared wide-eyed at the bald man who had caught a missile with his bare hand.
Her mind went completely blank.
This was an anti-tank rocket.
It could punch through steel plate, yet this guy had stopped it with one hand. Was his body made of diamond?
Krillin looked at the vibrating warhead in his hand and smiled faintly.
"Is that your greeting? A little too enthusiastic, don't you think?" His fingers suddenly tightened.
Creeeak—!
The ear-piercing sound of twisting metal rang out.
The high-explosive warhead was like a lump of clay in his hand, forcibly crushed and kneaded into shape.
The gunpowder inside detonated under the pressure with a dull poof, and a few wisps of black smoke drifted out between Krillin's fingers without leaving even the slightest mark on his skin.
A few seconds later, Krillin opened his palm.
A steaming metal flower made from the crushed rocket lay quietly there, its craftsmanship abstract at best.
"Here, I'll return this to you."
With a flick of his wrist, the metal flower shot through the air like a streak of light, flying straight toward Launch.
Clang!
It lodged perfectly into the gas cap of her motorcycle, sinking deep into the metal while the heat made the paint sizzle.
The entire street fell silent.
Then thunderous exclamations erupted.
"Oh my God! Who is that bald guy? He's so cool!"
"He crushed a missile with his bare hand! Is he some kind of superhero?!"
"That's the World Martial Arts Tournament champion, Krillin! I recognize that bald head!"
Launch stared at the metal flower stuck in her gas tank, swallowing with difficulty.
Cold sweat trickled down her forehead.
As a bandit with sharp instincts, she instantly realized she had kicked the hardest steel plate of her life.
"Retreat!" Launch made the decision instantly and turned her bike around to flee.
"Since you're already here, why leave in such a hurry?" Krillin's voice suddenly rang out beside her ear.
Launch's whole body stiffened.
Before she could react, she felt her collar tighten.
She—and her hundred-kilogram motorcycle—were lifted into the air with one hand.
Krillin held Launch aloft as casually as if he were carrying a chick.
"Let me go, you bastard baldie! If you've got the guts, fight me one-on-one!"
Launch flailed wildly in midair, kicking her long legs while unloading a burst from the submachine gun in her hand straight at Krillin.
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
The bullets struck Krillin's face and chest with crisp metallic clinks, like raindrops hitting steel.
Every single one bounced off.
They didn't even leave a red mark.
"Such a weak attack."
Krillin shook his head and glanced at the System panel.
[Under Attack, Defense Check: Complete Immunity.]
[Saitama Template Fusion Progress slightly increased: 0.01%]
[Evaluation: This level of massage isn't even as good as Bulma scratching an itch with her fingernails.]
"Are you done playing?" Krillin sighed and lightly tapped the back of Launch's neck with his other hand.
Her body instantly went limp, and the gun fell from her hand. Though she was still cursing, she no longer had the strength to resist.
At that moment, Bulma walked over in her high heels.
She circled around the captured Launch, her eyes sparkling with scientific curiosity.
"So this is the legendary split-personality thief?" Bulma poked Launch's puffed-up cheek.
"She's actually pretty cute, and her figure is good too."
"Wife, how should we deal with her? Hand her over to the police?" Krillin asked.
"What's the point of that? Those useless guys definitely won't be able to keep her locked up."
Bulma's eyes darted around, and she suddenly pulled a newly bought feather accessory from her bag, an evil smile appearing on her face.
"I remember hearing that she changes personalities whenever she sneezes, right?"
When Launch saw the feather getting closer, her pupils shrank violently.
She looked even more terrified than when she had been facing Krillin.
"Hey! What are you trying to do?! Don't… don't come over here! I'm warning you… ah… AH-CHOO!!!"
With an earth-shaking sneeze, her golden hair instantly faded and turned into a deep blue.
The wild and ferocious aura vanished completely, replaced by a gentle, timid, and somewhat airheaded presence.
Blue-haired Launch blinked in confusion, looking at the bald man holding her in midair, then at the mess around them.
"Um… excuse me, what happened? Why am I flying in the air? Oh dear, I think I was just about to go grocery shopping…"
The extreme contrast was so strong that even Krillin was momentarily stunned.
Bulma snapped her fingers.
"Perfect! We just happen to need a maid at home to cook and do laundry. Plus, I heard her combat ability in blonde form is pretty good.
She can be your sparring partner and help you burn off some of that extra energy."
Krillin's mouth twitched.
Using Launch as a sparring partner? The difference in strength was way too big.
However, when he saw the System prompt—
[Hidden Plot Triggered: Subdue Launch]
—he nodded.
"Then let's take her back."
Krillin casually turned the wrecked motorcycle into a capsule, then ignored blue-haired Launch's confused expression and hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of rice.
"Let's go home!"
...
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