Bulma's Travel Log, Day One.
Bulma set out on a journey to collect the Dragon Balls with the One-Star Ball and the Dragon Radar she found in her home's warehouse. In Mount Paozu, she reunited with her long-lost friend Goku and received the Four-Star Ball from Gohan. That very evening, Krillin, who possessed the Seven-Star Ball, stumbled upon Bulma and Goku while out in the wilderness.
"Talk about luck—three Dragon Balls on the very first day… but isn't this going a little too fast?"
After Goku and Krillin finished bathing, Bulma finally had a moment to herself and soaked comfortably in the bathtub. Bubbles concealed her delicate figure as she stared at the patterns on the ceiling, talking to herself. For her, the fun part of collecting Dragon Balls was the journey itself—and she was also curious to see what the dragon engraved on the tapestry actually looked like. Making a wish was secondary.
After her bath, Bulma changed into a loose nightgown, pulled out two blankets for Krillin and Goku, and laid them on the floor. After saying goodnight, Bulma went to her bedroom while Krillin and Goku slept in the living room. The lights went out, and the room went dark.
Krillin blinked in the dark, still having trouble believing he was sleeping next to the grandson of the legendary martial artist Gohan, who had made a name for himself at the World Martial Arts Tournament years ago. Unable to sleep, he asked quietly, "Hey, Goku, when did you start practicing martial arts?"
"Me? I've always trained with Grandpa!" Goku replied cheerfully.
Krillin turned his eyes, wondering what exactly "always" meant. Once he understood, his mouth hung open in shock. He stared at the ceiling in a daze, then suddenly felt anxious about his own future. "Uh… do you think I could become a student of Muten Roshi?"
Goku didn't answer. Krillin turned to look and found Goku already snoring. He was speechless. A while later, Krillin also drifted off. In his dreams, he had become a powerful martial artist who defeated all the senior monks at Orin Temple, looking quite impressive.
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Bulma's Travel Log, Day Two.
Early in the morning, Goku, used to waking up early to train, jolted Krillin awake. Still groggy, Krillin followed Goku outside to train and was dumbfounded by the boy's intense and seemingly impossible moves.
After working up a light sweat, Goku stomped back inside and noisily woke up Bulma.
Before long, the three of them set out into the sunrise to continue their journey for the Dragon Balls.
Bulma drove the off-road jeep with Krillin in the passenger seat. The little monk stuck his head out the window and looked curiously at the yellow cloud flying above them. "I've been meaning to ask… what is that thing?"
Bulma replied casually, "That's Goku's Flying Nimbus, but I can't ride it..."
"Eh? Why not?" Krillin asked, confused.
Bulma slapped the steering wheel and rolled her eyes. "Wanna try it yourself?"
Krillin was tempted. "Can I really?"
Bulma smirked wickedly—she didn't believe anyone besides a goody-two-shoes like Goku could ride the Nimbus.
Sure enough, when the group stopped around noon to eat, Krillin asked Goku if he could try it. Goku didn't mind. So Krillin tried jumping onto the Nimbus, only to fall straight through it and kiss the ground, since there was no Gohan around this time to catch him.
Bulma burst into hearty laughter. Goku commented, "Guess you're not a good kid, either!"
Krillin's face turned red with embarrassment.
Nothing exciting happened that day—not even a single bandit on the road. That was mostly because in recent years, members of the Martial Arts Association had been traveling far and wide, helping people and earning points. Fewer people, beastmen, or half-beasts saw robbery as a worthwhile profession.
Still, there were always a few idiots—or arrogant types who relied on their ability to fly and continued their misdeeds. But none could escape Goku's Power Pole or Kamehameha.
Krillin helped a little and found that his necklace had recorded a few points. He felt ashamed—he had barely done anything. Without Goku, never mind defeating the bandits, the criminals might've flown away before he even got a punch in.
"You're already in the Martial Arts Association?" Bulma was surprised. Perhaps it was because of her high standards—she always thought Krillin was just a weak little bald kid.
Krillin looked embarrassed. "Don't judge by appearances! I've trained for over three years just to pass their test…"
But Bulma wasn't even listening anymore. She ran over and punched Goku. "What are you doing!? Don't tell me you wanted to eat that thing too!!"
It turned out Goku had been wondering whether the winged beastman he killed with his Kamehameha was edible. After Bulma punched him, he said, "You're right—it's all charred. Probably doesn't taste good..."
Krillin and Bulma nearly fainted.
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Bulma's Travel Log, Day Three.
Bulma kept an eye on the Dragon Radar. One of them was flying slowly in the sky, and the other two were driving fast on the ground. They were steadily closing in on the fourth Dragon Ball. As evening fell, Bulma decided they should rest for the night. She took out the capsule house again to camp outdoors.
"…Will monsters really come out during the full moon?" Bulma wondered aloud while bathing. She glanced out the window. It was early July, and the new moon was transitioning toward full. Each night, the moonlight grew brighter.
She recalled Gohan's stern warning to Goku just days ago: Don't look at the full moon when it's halfway—monsters would appear.
In the living room, Krillin lay on his blanket, turning to glance at Goku. He felt like the boy's breathing was a bit heavier than the past couple of nights. Goku had trained from childhood and had an incredibly steady breathing pattern when sleeping, so even slight changes were noticeable.
At this point, Krillin hadn't yet formally become a disciple or trained in martial arts. Though three years of hardship had shaped him a little, his mind was still filled with distractions.
While staring at Goku's face, his thoughts wandered again. Suddenly, he snapped back and muttered, "Did… did his expression just change for a second?"
He thought he was seeing things. He rubbed his eyes—Goku was still sleeping soundly, no change at all.
Krillin chuckled softly to himself. "Must've been my imagination. That kid Goku—he's so carefree, there's no way… no way he'd ever show such a savage expression…"
Still dazed, he took one last look at Goku and finally closed his eyes to sleep.
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Bulma's Travel Log, Day Four.
"Beep beep… beep beep…"
Bulma gripped the steering wheel and pressed a button on the Dragon Radar with a click. The signal was nearly overlapping with the red triangle at the center.
"There's a little village!" Goku's voice came from above.
She and Krillin in the passenger seat looked ahead—sure enough, a rural village had appeared. But something about it felt… too quiet. Eerily quiet.