"Collecting the Dragonballs is hard enough, but a lot of my plans will take some time to reach fruition. I already study the Ox-King style and the Turtle style from Roshi." She even showed him the 3-star Dragonball she acquired from him. "Paying a few prostitutes to entertain the man was the easiest thing to have him teach us."
"Yeah, that would do it." Kakarot rembered that much about the old man. Everyone in that regard anyway who were horny and desperate wouldn't mind paying prostitutes to do what they wanted. "So you are defintely accomplished martial artists the same as the rest of them."
"Would be even stronger if I was a Saiyan like yourself." Chichi actually had a little mirth in her voice. A day hadn't gone by without her having thought about the strength she would have if not limited by being a human. "Ki & Magic helped open possibilities. My mind became sharper as well as my instincts when using martial arts from our previous life."
"That is good. Not to many Dragonballs left out there for you to gather, I take it." Kakarot had checked the Dragonballs location a few times with the scouter after studying the energy inside the four-star ball. Even locating Kami's lookout because of the very slim likeness the energy had to him. "I don't care what you were wanting to wish for."
"I can't make a wish myself even if I wanted to. Being a Champion prevents us from doing so." Chichi frowned at the thought of not getting the instant power-up. "But those with us can do so, that is a small consolation. We are having trouble getting the balls anyway, but the little brat Pilaf seems to have most already."
"He won't be able to find the fourth one, so it doesn't matter." Kakaort had it sitting in his Internal Space. Studying it further with a few machines to figure out the method to create them through science. The casing itself really, as the orbs were almost limitless containers. "Once all the others were gathered, I planned on poaching them from him and taking them to the Guardian."
"Why?" She gave him a frown. Wondering what he was planning to do.
"Well one, he doesn't know his own history much. Two, they are such a large threat and become a crutch to the people. Three, I need to see if I can get some training from him. If not, then it is all fine and dandy." Kakarot thought about the special functions in the "Lookout" and what could all be in the rooms of Korin's Tower. "Plus the Black Water Mist intrigues me."
"I see." Chichi didn't think he would remove the Dragonballs from the equation entirely like this. She would have to put her plans into action faster then. "The Red Ribbon Army, my forces are planning to push on them harder as we try to prevent the World Dominance they are going for."
"Smart move, I planned to do so as move around but good to know." Kakarot rubbed his chin in thought. "Hopefully our paths don't cross in a bad way in the future."
One thing he could derive so far, she didn't train with him yet. So that begged the question of how she was able to age so quickly.
After conversing and going over future plans, the two were at least on friendly terms overall. Chichi was extremely ambitious and had the means to do so with the help of Bulma & Tights over the years.
Some of his ex-wife Valencias personality defintely having rubbed off on them both. They were more serious and unyielding when dealing with the people who underestimated them.
Having prevented Tights from wasting time with Jaco, striking up a conversation with Bulma was easy. Then fashion with the older Tights and adventuring with them both endeared her to them.
They became fair friends very quickly from what he was able to gather. Very close friends at that. The Capsule Corp Forces spent the night before they left in the morning. Heading to East City by the sound of it.
"Make sure you take good care of my sister." Tights said to Kakarot handing over some capsules to him. Knowing the man was a tinkerer and geneticist from the talks with Chichi it was mostly gifted to help build a relationship if things really went south upon meeting for the first time. "She is strong but not ruthless yet."
The scent of blood around Tights is defintely a bit of a shocker from her original self. Then again, he barely knew anything about her besides she was the older one and went to space or something.
"Better than dealing with the Red Ribbon Main Army anyway. Plus we can keep in touch better this way with more than one person having the means to communicate." Bulma was not interested in fighting directly like the other two were. She may not be the noblest of people but the idea of taking on a Terrorist organization was not that appealing. "You two try not to wear out that guy."
Yamacha was busy talking with the remaining Security Guards. His understanding of a few places and mindset as a former bandit would help a lot. Especially with Puar's shapeshifting ability to do infiltration.
With so many different people to spar against, no way would he be weak next time he met with Kakarot.
"Well, at least a better plan than I had anyway in regards to the far future." Kakarot tucked the capsules given to him in his clothes. The plans were stored in his Internal Space since it was safer there. 'She knows way more about the New Series than I do, wish I was in Saint Seya or something.'
Bulma got on a hovercycle. It was very quiet, only letting out a small hum. The glass was tempered and the sides contained miniguns. Pretty fortified by the looks of it. She really upgraded it.
"This dessert is awful." Bulma was starting to feel it after the constant travel. The hovercycle was starting to overheat as well. To much sand getting in the intake valves. "Haa, before I would never even entertained the idea of camping outside. But it holds some merit to get back with nature a little."
Securing the Hovercycle by putting it into security mode, Bulma threw another capsule a distance away. When the smoke cleared, an entire house and garage appeared.
"Mind helping me fix the Hovercycle in the morning?"
"Sure. I like messing with strange technology." Kakarot followed her inside. "This technology is so busted when looking at it up close."
Marveling at the fully functioning home could only make himtake intrest at it. Working lights. A table, cabinets, and running water all so easily moved. Full kitchen and a few plants to give a nice smell to it.
Tv and surround system as well. Say what you want about Toriyama and the Companystoryboard for profit but the devil in the details of stuff was nice. The thought if he went somewhere like Thundercats of He-Man ounded really intresting for the blend og magic and tech though.
"I will take a bath first, mind cooking something up since I provided the sleeping quarters?" Bulma rembered Chichi stating he was a good cook. No sense in not trying it out herself. 'I wonder what Chichi will do with his blood that she asked for? Not like she doesn't have enough experiments to work with already.'
"Sure, just give me a minute to figure what is where." Heading to the kitchen, he started opening things up and reading them off. Remembering the location they were in currently, he double-tapped his scouter. 'No sense in not having additional security considering.'
As kakarot started cooking some grub up, Bulma couldn't help but ask questions from the bathroom. One of the easier things to do with the small confines really made voices carry easy.
"So.." Bulma was not going to be subtle at all. "..have you processed everything from her yet?"
"Well... I guess so." Kakarot pulled out some fried vegetables from the skillet. With a quick wave of magic, the skillet was cleaned and he started to cook some meat. Pulling some cut dino meat, he dropped it in the skillet will a little water and milk. "It was to much to expect her to want to stay married with everything going on. We did die technically, so counts as the vows and everything fulfilling."
As he cooked the meat and talked, the Aspect of War circulated. Their deaths were also part of a casualty of War. The reddish-black energy swirling around alerted Bulma to the change in the capsule house. She remembers feeling something like that when Chichi gave them massages.
"I won't mope. But I still want to push forward to see my kids again. At least once to give them some gifts." Kakarot flipped the meat over once it cooked a good bit on one side. Every circulation of what he thought to be a year, he designed a correlating present with his magic. "How do you like your meat?"
Calling out to her, he felt a small change not to far behind him. Bulma had taken a shower and not an actual bath like he thought she was going to. Drying her hair off as she took a seat.
"I like it medium."
"Alright, then it will be done soon." Kakarot turned away from her. "You are pretty relaxed. How about getting fully dressed to eat."
"Eh?" Bulma looked down at her robe then at him. Seeing his tail moving around a little like a dog wagging its tail, she felt a little mischievous. "Not like I interest you. Nothing wrong with being comfortable."
"I haven't been with someone in over a decade and some change. Just had a final ending with the wife, I am pretty sure I am emotionally jacked up a little. Hell, was pretty wild before we decide to settle down, so let's not poke that bear."
As he finished cooking, Bulma put on some nightclothes. A pair of shorts and a nightshirt. Kakarot took note of a knife strapped to her ankle. A push dagger by the looks of it. Something he taught his ex-wife Valencia to do.
Sitting down for their first meal together, the two actually got along well enough. The common interest in Technology went a long way as well as old cultures. With Bulma pulling out a few weird artifacts she found while traveling with Chichi and Tights, Kakarot's Aspect of War allowed him to tell her the History of some of them better.
With it getting late, the two said goodnight. Bulma went to sleep in the bed with Kakarot just floating by meditation. The recent energy needed to be converted to power. Increasing his magic would allow more items to be made.
*Woom!* The ripple of magic passed over his body before settling. Increasing his magic by 10. It was a slow build but a pleasant one lately.
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Internal Space-
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Around 2:00 at night, Kakarot open his eyes inward. A gentle push against his Soul caused his senses to kick up heavily. But Towa appeared alerting him to it being a friendly. A Black & Gold Spere opened as someone walked through a Dimenional Rift.
"Rexford?!" Seeing his friend dressed in a martial gi was not odd, his black hair with gold tips at the end was the odd thing. He never thought he would see the day businessman would dye his hair. "How the hell you look the same!?"
"Short but long story actually. Give me a minute to try get my bearings. This stuff still takes a lot out of me." Removing a Vortex Enhancing Spirit Pill an consumming it an immediate change took place. The slight pale complexion vanished and two spears radiating power shined brighter. "Please tell me you are Richard, lass time I found Michael and he was not happy to see me."
"Yeah its me but I go by Kakarot currently. Michael is pissed at you?" Moving to his friend, Kakarot's tail was pretty relaxed. Which indicated enough to Towa that the situation would stay close to peaceful. The Tail seemed to be a good indicator when he would lash out. "Where was he by the way?"
"Gears of War. He took a shot at me." Recovered, Rexford looked the place over and frowned. His Divine Sense easily alerting him to the battles that took place. His friend was healed but that didn't mean the struggle wasn't bad. "If you need to take a shot at me.. I understand."
"Nah, let's sit and talk. i assume you don't have a lot of time." The trio moved to a part of the Internal Space with a table and some chairs. Not to far away from the Red Sun up above. "You have one of those to?"