"Exactly, exactly!" Krillin nodded along enthusiastically.
The two of them drifted through the air at an unhurried pace.
What came next, however, made both Krillin and Yamcha stop dead in their tracks.
Because Vegeta was, in fact, heading straight for Capsule Corporation headquarters.
Whoosh!
Vegeta knew Capsule Corporation like the back of his hand. He flew directly to the building, went straight to Bulma's room, and walked right in through the window.
Bulma had returned home from Master Roshi's place some time ago.
At that particular moment, she was humming to herself and changing clothes.
Vegeta flew in through the window and came face to face with her.
Bulma's expression froze — and then the color drained from her face entirely. Her cheeks and neck flushed scarlet in an instant.
"Hmph." Vegeta turned his head away and gave a cool, disinterested snort.
It's not like I haven't seen it before. What's there to be embarrassed about?
"Aah!" Bulma let out a loud shriek and immediately covered herself with both arms.
"Get dressed. I need to talk to you." Vegeta said, his tone flat and unhurried.
"You — you — you — you're Vegeta?!" Bulma's face had gone pale with fright. She yanked her clothes over and quickly got dressed.
"Correct." Vegeta nodded.
"What — what do you want?" Bulma asked, her voice tight with nerves.
"Build me a gravity chamber. I need it to reach three hundred times normal gravity." Vegeta replied.
"A gravity chamber?" Bulma blinked, studying him. "You want to train under those conditions?"
"Obviously." Vegeta nodded again, and then slowly looked Bulma up and down.
Bulma's mouth twitched. She was genuinely frightened.
Why does the look in your eyes feel like you're up to something?
"Relax. I don't mean you any harm." Vegeta said, and a hint of warmth softened his eyes.
"Really?" Bulma let out a small, cautious breath.
"I've been thinking it over... there are some things you'd be better off knowing in advance." Vegeta mused.
"Huh? What things?" Bulma blinked, not sure where this was going.
"You may not believe me when I say this... but... I've decided to tell you anyway." Vegeta hesitated for a moment, then made up his mind to tell Bulma the truth about his reincarnation.
"Go ahead." Bulma nodded, listening carefully.
"The truth is, the real me is already dead — died in the future. But my soul crossed over to this time." Vegeta said plainly.
"Huh? The real you is already dead? What does that mean?" Bulma was confused, struggling to follow.
"Simply put — after my future self died, my soul fused with this body. You could think of it as: I come from the future." Vegeta explained.
Bulma: ...
She stared at him, stunned into silence.
Several long seconds passed.
"You... you're saying you're from the future?" Bulma wiped a bead of anxious sweat from her face. "Then... why are you here looking for me?"
"Because in the future, you're my wife." Vegeta replied.
Bulma froze completely. She looked like she'd crashed — her mouth opened and closed but nothing came out for a long moment.
"And that's not all. We have two children. One is named Trunks, and the other one hasn't been born yet." Vegeta added.
Bulma's mouth twitched. She had absolutely no response to that.
We have two kids together?
And one of them isn't even born yet?
But... I haven't even broken up with Yamcha yet...
Bulma suddenly didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Saiyan prince, did you come all this way just to mess with my head?
"You honestly think I'm going to believe that?" Bulma said, her chest rising and falling with irritation. She let out an exasperated snort. "If you want something from me, just say so!"
Vegeta: ...
Vegeta went slightly pale. He was at a loss for words.
What do you mean by that?
Last time around, YOU were the one who came after ME.
"If nothing goes wrong, one year from now our son Trunks will travel back to our time from sixteen years in the future. When that happens, you'll know I wasn't lying." Vegeta said, calmly and evenly.
"Our future son... is going to come visit us from sixteen years from now?" Bulma's eyes went wide with surprise and wonder.
"He'll be traveling in a time machine you built." Vegeta nodded.
"Alright then — if someone named Trunks really does show up a year from now, I'll believe you." Bulma's cheeks had gone faintly pink. She couldn't help her curiosity getting the better of her. "So... when exactly did the two of us get together?"
"From now, about a year and a half from now — you'll break up with that guy, and then you'll be with me." Vegeta said matter-of-factly.
Bulma: ...
"If you're really my future husband... then do you know my birthday?" Bulma tilted her head and looked at him.
"August 18th." Vegeta said without a second's hesitation.
Of course he knew Bulma's birthday. She threw a massive party every single year — a big, loud affair with a crowd of friends invited over for the celebration.
Bulma went quiet.
She hadn't believed him before — but the moment Vegeta rattled off her exact birthday without even blinking, she was more than halfway convinced.
"I don't just know your birthday. I know your parents' birthdays too." Vegeta said, and then recited them both.
Bulma was completely speechless.
While the two of them were talking, Krillin and Yamcha suddenly flew in through the window, their expressions wary as they looked between Vegeta and Bulma.
Vegeta had known the two of them were tailing him. Their arrival didn't surprise him in the slightest.
But seeing the two of them alone in the room together, Yamcha felt a very green, very unpleasant feeling settling over him.
Although... nothing could have happened in this short a time, right?
"Yamcha — since you're here, let me ask you something. What's my birthday?" Bulma asked.
"August 18th..." Yamcha said, puzzled.
"And my mom and dad's birthdays — do you know those?" Bulma asked next.
Yamcha: ...
How am I supposed to know your parents' birthdays?
"You're... putting me on the spot here. I don't remember!" Yamcha shook his head.
"Let's break up." Bulma said, without a single moment's hesitation.
Yamcha short-circuited on the spot.
Krillin's eyes went wide. His jaw dropped.
Wait — how did it come to this?
You two have been together for years — and just like that, Bulma calls it off?
All because Yamcha didn't remember her parents' birthdays?
And Yamcha — how did YOU manage to date Bulma this long without knowing her parents' birthdays?
"And that's that." Bulma smiled, and suddenly felt a great weight lift off her chest.
To be continued…
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