"I heard King Kai mention it before. A long time ago, the Namekians' planet went through an irreversible climate change and they nearly went extinct."
Mr. Popo nodded. "Popo has heard King Kai-sama say the same. That's why I remembered the story about this house. I wasn't fully convinced at first either… but in the end, I really did find it."
Bulma said, "If this really is a spaceship, then everything makes perfect sense."
While they were searching for the spaceship, Creed tried checking Son Goku's attributes. In the Dragon Ball world, battle levels were divided brutally—strength was everything—so he needed a reference point for comparison.
Target: Son Goku
Level: SSSS+
Bloodline: Saiyan Bloodline (High-Tier)
Seeing those stats, Creed shrugged. With Son Goku's current strength, he wasn't anywhere near enough to fight Creed. Even compared to Vegeta, Son Goku was still behind by a huge margin. Still… that Saiyan bloodline was tempting. Saiyans were born to fight, their power grew incredibly fast, and their vitality was terrifying. Every time they came back from the brink of death, their battle power surged.
Even so, Creed wasn't satisfied with his current strength. He had one foot in the realm of gods, but he still wasn't truly a god. He had to find a way to power up as soon as possible.
He remembered that Kami's Lookout had the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. The gravity inside was far heavier than the real world, the space was vast, and one day inside equaled one year outside. If he could train in there for a while, he should be able to step fully into the realm of gods.
But right now, Kami was dead, and Mr. Popo hadn't returned yet. Running to the Lookout by himself didn't feel right. For the moment, he could only wait until they found the spaceship and came back.
He walked to the window and looked outside, thinking about what happened last night.
Today should be the final day of the Chunin Exams, right?
If things followed the normal timeline, Hyuga Neji should've advanced—and today's match should've been against Naruto. But last night, Creed had helped Hinata defeat Neji, so today's fight…
"Don't tell me it's Hinata vs. Naruto…"
He really hoped Orochimaru would invade Konoha a little sooner—at least before that match.
At the edge of Earth, inside the spaceship hidden in the Yunze Bite Highlands, Mr. Popo was still talking.
"When disaster struck Namek," Mr. Popo said, "Kami's parents must have put him in the spaceship and sent him to Earth."
Karma said, "Kami's parents probably had something urgent come up and had to delay their departure. But then something else must've happened, and they died midway. That's what it looks like. This place doesn't resemble a normal home at all—this has to be the spaceship. I just don't know if it can still start. The entrance can open, so the power system should be fine too, right?"
Bulma said, "That's probably exactly what happened. This place doesn't look like a normal house at all—it must be a spaceship. But can it still start? The entrance opens, so the power should still be okay."
She walked up to the control console and pressed every button she could find, but the ship didn't react at all. Which made sense—if it were that easy, Kami would've flown it away when he was a child. Why would it still be here?
"Use sound," Mr. Popo said suddenly.
Bulma's eyes lit up. "Right—like how we opened the entrance. We use sound to activate it!"
Mr. Popo asked, "Then what do we say? The same word Piccolo used?"
"No," Bulma said. "What Piccolo said was probably only the command for the entrance. Come on… move! Can you hear me? Fly…!"
She babbled a whole bunch of words, but the spaceship still didn't move. Like she'd lost all confidence, she slumped into the chair. After a while, she muttered listlessly, "The only thing I know is that during the World Martial Arts Tournament, Kami and Piccolo communicated using a really strange language. That should be the Namekian language… I just don't know if the ship needs Namekian to activate."
Mr. Popo said, "If it's Namekian, I can speak it. Piccolo's word meant 'other world,' so it became the command for the entrance."
Hearing that, Bulma jumped up from the chair and shook him by the shoulders, ecstatic. "How could you not tell me sooner!? Say it—say it! So that's it… 'Piccolo Daimao' means 'Great Demon King of another world'! Then say 'fly' in Namekian!"
Mr. Popo asked, "Fly to where?"
Bulma said, "Anywhere! How about Jupiter?"
Mr. Popo rattled off a long string of incomprehensible words. Completely unprepared, the spaceship shot straight up from the ground, rocketing into the sky at terrifying speed. It punched through the clouds without slowing down at all—and then blasted out of Earth entirely…
Golden light flowed across the ceiling inside the ship. The speed was so extreme that standing was impossible, and even breathing became difficult. Bulma clung tightly to the armrests and shouted, "What is this!? This spaceship doesn't even have seatbelts!?"
The moment she finished speaking, something like a toilet suddenly rose up from the floor. Bulma froze in panic, and Mr. Popo explained, "What you just said… in Namekian, it means 'I need to use the bathroom'…"
About a minute later, the spaceship stopped.
They looked down through the viewing system—below them was Jupiter. Bulma had no complaints anymore. This ship wasn't just fast; its positioning accuracy was absurdly precise.
Mr. Popo wiped at his tears. "This is great… now Kami can be revived."
When they returned home, it was already afternoon. Even Creed hadn't expected them to find the spaceship so quickly. Seeing the ship right in front of them, everyone was desperate to set off for Namek immediately—but Creed stopped them.
"Hold it." Creed said unhurriedly. "What's the point of going right now? One Vegeta already beat you into this state—dead, injured, a complete mess. Who knows if Namek has other enemies? At the very least, we wait until Gohan's injuries heal."
That was true… but honestly, Creed also wanted to train. His strength was stuck on the edge of godhood, and it was giving him a headache. Besides, with his current power, he still wasn't confident he could instantly kill Frieza.
"But…" Everyone felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over their heads. They wanted to revive Kami and Krillin, but they couldn't refute Creed's words. Charging into an unknown planet with zero preparation could easily end in total annihilation.
Bulma also said, "I think Creed's right. And even though the spaceship can start, it's been sitting for too long—lots of parts need repairs. I'll have my dad and I inspect it first."
(End of Chapter)
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