When Bulma ran off in embarrassment, no one understood why she reacted so strongly.
Except Vegeta.
Her most private thoughts had surfaced in front of an entire race of strangers.
And the man those thoughts revolved around was standing right beside her.
Of course she would flee.
What woman could stay calm in that situation?
Hera quietly stepped up and whispered,
"Lord Vegeta, shall I follow her?"
Vegeta gave a small, amused smile and waved him off.
"No need. Let her settle her thoughts."
His tone was gentle, almost indulgent.
Then he turned to Pibama and Pibala.
"For the next period, I will be relying on your guidance."
The two Yardrat leaders bowed in unison.
And so their journey on Planet Yardrat began.
No conflict.
No misunderstandings.
No political complications.
Just mutual respect.
For Vegeta, it was the true beginning of a path that would reshape his destiny.
Two Months Later
Time flowed quietly for most…
But for Vegeta, every day was sharpened to a blade's edge.
Under the guidance of Pibala and Pibama, Vegeta threw himself into training with frightening devotion. He slept little, wasted no breath, and pushed his spirit to extremes that even the Yardrats rarely attempted.
With the natural talent of the Saiyan prince
and the knowledge of a reincarnated mind
and the Yardrat teachers guiding every step—
his growth bordered on monstrous.
He mastered Instant Transmission.
He mastered Spirit Absorption.
He mastered Spirit Separation.
Three techniques.
Two months.
And each one at a level far beyond what the Yardrats expected from an outsider.
The transformation was enormous.
When Vegeta arrived, his base power was slightly above eight million.
Now, two months later, his power had climbed past twelve million.
He knew the number precisely.
Partly because his ki control had become sharp enough to measure himself internally—
but mostly because…
Bulma had built a scouter for him.
No, not a scouter.
A pair of sleek, stylish Smart Glasses made from Yardrat materials.
They rested on his nose like ordinary eyewear but were actually:
A micro supercomputer
Linked to the ship's central system
Capable of reading power levels up to one hundred million
Reinforced to avoid exploding like traditional scouters
Designed in Bulma's signature aesthetic flair
She had even programmed a soft voice to read the values aloud.
Vegeta pretended not to care.
But he wore them every day.
The Final Meditation
Now Vegeta sat cross-legged in the Yardrats' sacred training ground.
The final consolidation stage.
He replayed every movement, every breathing cycle, every pulse of ki he had learned.
He corrected mistakes.
Reinforced breakthroughs.
Sheared away mental impurities.
To an ordinary observer, he looked like a statue.
But to those with sharp senses, faint waves of ki rippled around him like the heartbeat of an ancient beast.
At the edge of the field, Bulma paced nervously back and forth.
"It has been almost six hours… he still has not moved."
Her eyes stayed locked on Vegeta's silhouette.
Grand Elder Pibala stood beside her, hands clasped.
"This is normal," Pibala said calmly.
"He is stabilizing the result of two months of progress in a single sitting. It is remarkable that he is doing it this fast. Ordinary Yardrats require a week."
"But… but what if he does not wake up until tomorrow? What if he pushes too far?" Bulma fretted.
Pibala smiled, amused by her worry.
"You are very attached to him."
Bulma jumped slightly.
"W… what? I just… I just do not want him overworking himself!"
The Yardrat elder chuckled softly.
"Your Spirit tells a different story."
Bulma's face turned bright red.
She opened her mouth to argue—
—but at that moment, a deep, vibrating thrum shook the air.
Vegeta's ki pulsed.
Bulma froze.
"He is waking up."
Pibala smiled knowingly.
And Bulma felt her heart leap as Vegeta opened his eyes.
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