West City, Capsule Corporation.
When Krillin suddenly appeared on the neatly trimmed lawn with a whole group of people, the gardening robot short-circuited in shock. The hose it was holding sprayed water everywhere, soaking Yamcha from head to toe.
"Pfft! What kind of welcome is this?!"
Yamcha wiped his face, only to freeze as he took in the sight before him.
The already futuristic Capsule Corporation headquarters now looked more like a fortified stronghold.
Massive hemispherical energy shield generators stood along the perimeter walls. Countless miniature drones hovered in the sky, patrolling with a low mechanical hum.
"This… this is Bulma's house?"
Even Tien looked stunned.
"It looks like they're preparing for a full-scale war."
"To deal with those two Saiyans, Bulma didn't hold back."
Krillin said it casually, but a warmth stirred in his chest.
This was all to protect their home.
"Mom! We're back!"
Trillin broke free from Krillin's grip and dashed toward the main building like a cannonball.
The automatic doors slid open, and two figures stepped out.
At the front was Bulma.
She wore a fitted white lab coat over a sleek purple bodysuit that still showed off her figure even after having a child. A holographic tablet hovered in her hand. Her makeup hid the dark circles under her eyes, but not the exhaustion or worry.
Behind her stood Launch in a maid outfit, holding a feather duster. The moment she saw Krillin, the duster slipped from her hand.
"Trillin!"
Bulma caught her son in her arms and kissed him hard. Then her gaze moved past everyone and locked onto Krillin.
The air seemed to freeze.
"You still remember how to come home?!"
She shoved Trillin into Launch's arms and stormed toward Krillin.
Piccolo instinctively took a step back. He would rather fight Raditz again than face an angry Bulma.
Yamcha hid behind Tien without hesitation.
Krillin opened his arms with a sheepish smile.
"Hey, I came back early, didn't I…"
Thud!
Not a slap, but a suffocating embrace.
Bulma slammed into his chest, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as if trying to merge into him.
"If you dare die out there, I'll have Launch turn Yamcha into Swiss cheese!"
Her voice trembled as she buried her face in his chest.
Yamcha froze in shock.
"Wait, why me?!"
Krillin gently stroked Bulma's blue hair, feeling the slight tremble in her body.
The power he gained from breaking his limiter made him invincible, but only in this moment did he feel truly human.
"Don't worry. Even if the universe collapses, I'll still be standing."
He spoke softly, then looked toward Launch.
Blue-haired Launch stood there blushing, fidgeting with her fingers, too shy to step forward.
"Achoo!"
A gust of wind carried pollen into her nose.
In an instant, her hair turned golden, and her expression changed completely.
Blonde Launch pulled out a submachine gun from under her skirt and cocked it with a sharp click.
"Baldy! You finally decided to crawl back, huh?!"
She stomped over, pressing the gun against Krillin's chest. Then, grabbing his collar, she kissed him fiercely.
"Mmph…"
Silence fell over the entire lawn.
Gohan covered his eyes but peeked through his fingers.
Trillin whistled.
Piccolo turned green and immediately flew up to the roof to avoid the scene.
After a long moment, they separated.
Blonde Launch licked her lips, her gaze wild yet satisfied.
"Tonight, I'm checking the goods. If anything's missing, I'll shoot you."
Krillin coughed awkwardly, his face slightly red.
Even he felt embarrassed in front of everyone.
He turned to the stunned group.
"Right… you guys go rest first. Dr. Briefs will arrange rooms. The gravity chamber is on the fifth basement level. Use it as you like."
"Let's go. Right now!"
"I can't stand this atmosphere. It's suffocating!"
Yamcha grabbed Tien and fled.
…
Night fell, and stars filled the sky.
Bulma's bedroom had been specially modified.
The walls were lined with soundproof materials taken from Namekian spacecraft, and the bed was a custom-built levitating alloy frame designed to withstand Krillin's superhuman strength.
Under soft lighting, Bulma wore a semi-transparent lavender silk nightgown. She held two glasses of red wine, her eyes full of charm.
"Do you know how worried I've been these past six months?"
She handed him a glass, her fingers brushing across his chest.
"The scouter showed Raditz was only a low-level warrior. There are two stronger ones coming. Every night I dream about Earth exploding."
Krillin took the glass and drank it in one go.
"As long as I'm here, Earth won't explode."
He set the glass aside and pulled her into his arms, leaning close to whisper in her ear.
"Compared to Earth, your temperature right now is far more dangerous."
"Shameless…"
Bulma lightly hit his chest, her cheeks flushed.
At that moment, the bathroom door opened.
Blonde Launch stepped out wrapped in a towel, her damp golden hair resting on her shoulders. Water droplets traced down her collarbone.
She twirled a sleek pistol in her hand, her gaze challenging.
"Hey, genius. We agreed, first half is yours, second half is mine. Don't get greedy."
She sat casually on the edge of the bed, crossing her long legs.
"Who agreed to that?! This is my house!"
Bulma shot back.
"Yeah? He's my man too."
Launch didn't back down.
Krillin looked at the two women, so different yet equally devoted to him.
Something stirred deep within him.
"Enough arguing."
He waved his hand, and the lights went out, leaving only moonlight spilling across the room.
"Only kids choose. I take everything."
"You greedy idiot… ah!"
"Don't think your Kaio-ken scares me… hey, stop…!"
That night became the ultimate test of Capsule Corporation's soundproof system.
Krillin didn't use any techniques. His limiter-broken body alone demonstrated what true endurance meant.
System notification appeared quietly.
Host engaged in high-intensity life synchronization activity.
Passive skill Absolute Control activated. Muscle output precisely regulated to maximize partner experience without harm.
By the time dawn broke, the sky had turned pale.
Krillin leaned against the headboard, completely refreshed, as if he could do a hundred push-ups without effort.
He opened his system panel.
Host: Krillin
Race: Human, limiter breaking
Status: Post-clarity state
Power Level: 8,500 base, boosted by positive mood
Stamina: Unlimited
Charm: 199, peak human
Saitama Template Integration: 36 percent
Skills:
Serious Punch
Consecutive Normal Punches
Flight, mastered
Destructo Disc, incomplete
Divine Healing
Serious Series, Sacred Form
Special Traits:
Cosmic Adaptation
Near-Death Growth
New Achievement: Harmonious Balance
Reward: Ki Resonance
Krillin raised an eyebrow.
"Ki Resonance?"
He glanced at the two sleeping women and scanned them.
Bulma's power level had increased from 4 to 8.
Launch's had risen from 150 to 300.
"…That's faster than training."
He laughed softly.
"Looks like I'll need more 'training' in the future."
He gently covered them with a blanket, got dressed, and quietly left the room.
Comfort could be a trap, but it was also a reason to fight harder.
Standing on the balcony, he watched the rising sun, his gaze sharpening.
"Time to train the rest of them."
"Vegeta. Nappa. Try not to cry when the time comes."