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[RNZO] Ch 232: Bulma & Her Training Plan
🕑 Added 2025-05-17 13:56:50 +0000 UTC— — — — — —
"Hell yeah!"
Outcast Renzo's eyes lit up, and he immediately turned to Fairy Tail. "I'm counting on you to learn Lightning Dragon Slayer Magic ASAP! Those moves are seriously badass—I love that style!"
He rubbed his hands excitedly.
"I've got a huge event coming up— if I've got Lightning Dragon Slayer moves by then, it'll be the perfect chance to show off! Heh, heh…"
This was a rare, legitimate excuse to flex in public.
"Wait, something doesn't add up," Ottoman suddenly cut in, puzzled. "Now that Tianshifu of Ryūkosan has got a genius like you, Outcast, why's the old master still planning to pass the torch to her? What's his angle?"
"Pfft, please. He's just not interested!" Dragorr (Dragon Ball Renzo) chimed in, rolling his eyes. "You've seen the guy's memories, right? He's lazy as hell. The dude's basically a human sloth. No way he wants to be Heavenly Master. I wouldn't want that job either!"
"True!" Fairy Tail Renzo and Ottoman took a quick peek into Outcast Renzo's memories and realized Dragorr wasn't wrong at all.
"Heh, isn't it obvious?" Outcast Renzo laughed, scratching his head."I read the original story, I know the Heavenly Master position is a trap! Total scam."
"Becoming Heavenly Master means inheriting all the duties of the entire clan. That life sounds miserable! No freedom, just endless responsibility. No thanks."
"Besides, Master mainly wants that woman to take the position to help stabilize her weird Ki issues. Makes sense. Honestly, she's the better fit for the role anyway."
"With her shameless confidence, she's practically born for the job!"
"That said, in the original story, it was pretty clear—she wasn't too keen on taking the job either."
"I used to worry that if I didn't step up, Master might toss the whole mess onto me. But now?" He grinned. "Now that I've got some power-ups and cheat codes, I've got a plan. I'll just give him a Life-Extending potion when I get back—let him live another 300 years and keep the title for that long too!"
"You're not worried the old master might slap you for this?" Fairy Tail Renzo laughed.
Fairy Tail looked genuinely concerned. "Yeah, I mean… The old guy probably isn't retiring because he's dying or anything. He probably just wants to slack off."
"Now you're gonna dump 300 more years of work on him? He's not gonna like that."
Ottoman nodded in agreement. "With his level of power, stuff like status or titles probably mean nothing. He just wants to hand things over and finally chill. That's likely where he's coming from."
Outcast Renzo muttered with a sigh. "I'll do it anyway."
"If there's nothing else, I'm heading back. See you tomorrow!"
With that, he logged out of the consciousness space.
The rest followed suit shortly after.
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In the Dragon Ball World
Once his consciousness returned, Dragorr Renzo immediately ditched his current research and teleported straight into his bedroom to start absorbing the feedback from his new power upgrades.
Bulma: "..."
She blinked, staring at the spot where her annoyingly handsome but otherwise average boyfriend had just vanished. Her brain froze for a second.
"What the heck just happened?" she muttered, tilting her head in confusion.
She immediately started looking for him around the house, and it didn't take long before she found him in the bedroom—eyes closed, sitting perfectly still.
Bulma was about to call out to him, ask him what was going on, but paused. She thought it over.
Dragorr had always been thoughtful and considerate. If he was doing this now, it had to be something important.
"Wait... don't tell me something's wrong with his body? No way, I better go get Dad to take a look!"
Just as she turned to leave, Dragorr's voice rang out directly in her mind.
"No need to call anyone. I'm fine. Don't worry. My psychic powers just awakened—give me a little time to adjust. Sorry for scaring you, Bulma."
"Psychic powers? Wait, you have those now?! Can I learn them too?!"
Bulma's eyes lit up with curiosity. She was still a student after all—and right at that age where this kind of thing was super exciting.
Oh yeah, timeline-wise, this was just before she officially completed the Dragon Radar.
Actually, she was about six months ahead of schedule now. All thanks to Dragorr accelerating her research progress.
"You can absolutely learn it. Once I finish adjusting, I'll teach you," Dragorr said without hesitation.
"Okay, I'm holding you to that!"
Bulma nodded happily. Something about the logic of the situation didn't quite add up… but who cared? If she could learn cool powers, she was in.
About thirty minutes later, Dragorr finally finished processing the influx of energy and opened his eyes.
He stood up, stretched a bit, and clenched his fist—BOOM! The sound of compressed air bursting out echoed like a mini explosion.
Bulma jumped.
"Wha—?! I thought you said it was psychic powers! That looked way more physical! Isn't this supposed to be the mental kind? Like telepathy or something?"
Dragorr laughed as he walked over and slipped his arms around her waist.
"It's both. Telepathy's a psychic ability that comes from meditation and mental training. But this kind of physical power? That's from body techniques. Want to learn both?"
He went on to explain the benefits—how the body training helped with shaping the figure, whitening the skin, improving health.
And how the psychic powers could do things like teleport or transmit thoughts directly.
Bulma's eyes practically sparkled.
"Of course I want to learn! Teach me everything!"
She quickly remembered something else and grinned, "Oh yeah—by the way, I finished the Dragon Radar! We can go treasure hunting anytime now!"
"But didn't you say you had no talent for martial arts? Weren't you planning to use the Dragon Balls to wish for that? Are you sure you're not just naturally gifted?"
That punch from earlier looked terrifying from a scientific standpoint—and she was Bulma, after all. She knew power when she saw it.
"How did you get these powers?"
Dragorr smiled and kissed her on the cheek.
"Let's just say I had a bit of a lucky encounter. Anyway, we're still going after the Dragon Balls. Gotta boost my potential even more."
Bulma didn't press the issue either.
She already knew Dragorr's personality well: if he could tell her, he would. If he couldn't, he wouldn't. No point digging too deep and giving herself unnecessary stress.
Compared to the original Bulma from this timeline, this version had matured a lot more emotionally.
All thanks to Dragorr's long-term influence and guidance.
"So, about that meditation and body training stuff—are you sure I can actually learn it? It's not too hard?"
"Not at all," Dragorr said reassuringly. "With my guidance, you'll pick it up quickly. Let's give it a try right now."
"Okay!" Bulma nodded, full of anticipation.
He took her hand and led her over to the bed, where they sat down. Dragorr began gently guiding her mind into its first meditation session using his psychic energy.
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