bookbashuk Chapter 92 The God's Spaceship
Chapter 92 The God's Spaceship
As everyone entered the ward, Master Korin nodded slightly and comforted them, "It's alright, everyone, don't worry too much. In another month, the new Senzu Beans I planted will be ready. When Goku eats them, he will recover completely."
Suddenly, a girl's clear voice called from outside the door: "Quick, turn on the TV! Something important has happened!"
Master Roshi dashed to open the door and, seeing Bulma, chuckled and teased, "Oh, I thought it was some pretty little nurse coming to bring us good news."
Bulma rolled her eyes at him, shoved him aside impatiently, and said loudly, "Stop standing there like an idiot, hurry up and watch TV!"
With questions in mind, everyone turned on the TV, only to see a serious-looking host reporting on Naba's spaceship.
"What are we going to do? The spaceship has already been taken away by the authorities, how are we going to get it back!" Klin was on the verge of collapse.
Bulma watched TV, took out the remote control Krillin had given her yesterday, and said confidently to everyone, "Don't worry, we still have this. I studied this remote control all night yesterday and I roughly know how to operate it. We just need to point this remote control at the spaceship, and we should be able to recall it. Hehe, it's perfect that we have TV, so we can also operate it while watching the spaceship's location."
As she spoke, Bulma took a deep breath and pressed a button on the remote control. Everyone immediately stared at the TV, and suddenly two loud "Biu Biu" sounds came from the TV. The spaceship on the screen was instantly engulfed in flames and exploded violently.
Everyone was stunned, their jaws nearly dropping to the floor. The TV presenter also gaped in astonishment, stammering, "I don't know what happened, the spaceship just exploded out of nowhere! This is so strange!"
Sun Wukong lay on the bed, sighed helplessly, his eyes filled with disappointment: "Sigh, what should we do now? Even riding the Flying Nimbus won't work. It's such a long distance, how are we supposed to get to Namek?"
A hush fell over the ward, everyone gripped by a profound sense of helplessness. The hope of finding Namek, which had seemed so close, now appeared impossibly distant...
Shang Yun looked at the silent crowd and didn't speak. Instead, he sat on the hospital bed, focusing on recovering from his injuries. Vegeta was gone, and the power level collapse phase was about to begin. He needed to catch up quickly to avoid falling too far behind.
Suddenly, Bulma's face flushed red, her eyes widened like saucers, and her chest heaved violently. She paced rapidly back and forth in the room, then walked to the window, abruptly turned around, and yelled at Krillin, "Krillin, it's all your fault! Look at the junk remote control you picked up! Now look what's happened, the spaceship has self-destructed, all the plans are ruined, what are we going to do now?" With that, she stopped, put her hands on her hips, and glared angrily at Krillin.
Klin, his face full of grievance and resentment, weakly replied, "How is it my fault? You were the one fiddling around with those buttons randomly, and now you're blaming it all on me!"
Before Bulma could say anything, a dark figure suddenly appeared at the window without warning. Everyone's gaze was drawn to it as if by a magnet. Bulma also noticed this sudden change; her body stiffened, and she slowly turned her head. That one glance made her face turn deathly pale, her heart pounding violently as if gripped by an invisible hand, and she screamed out loud.
"It's Mr. Popo!" Krillin's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had seen a savior, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Mr. Popo, what brings you here all of a sudden? Is there something important you want to tell us?"
Mr. Popo's expression was calm as still water, his voice deep and hoarse, as if coming from a distant place: "I've come to bring you a spaceship."
"Really? There really is a spaceship?" Everyone was stunned at first, then their faces lit up with a mixture of surprise and joy.
“It should be a spaceship. One of you can come with me,” Mr. Bobo said calmly.
Everyone looked at each other, hesitant for a moment. After a while, and some discussion, they unanimously agreed that Bulma, who knew more about spaceships, was the most suitable candidate. Bulma was terrified. Looking at Mr. Popo's mysterious appearance, her legs went weak. But thinking that this might be their last chance, she gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and struggled to suppress the overwhelming fear within her, finally agreeing with difficulty.
Bulma cautiously stepped onto Mr. Popo's flying carpet. The moment her feet touched the ground, it felt like she was walking on cotton, her body trembling slightly. Mr. Popo closed his eyes slightly, muttering incantations as he recited a mysterious spell. Suddenly, the flying carpet seemed to be infused with powerful energy, instantly rising into the air and speeding towards the unknown horizon. Bulma felt the wind whistling in her ears, like countless monsters roaring. She tightly closed her eyes, gripping the edge of the carpet so tightly that her nails turned white from the effort.
After an unknown amount of time, the flying carpet gradually slowed down and gently descended. Bulma kept her eyes tightly closed, her heart still pounding in her chest. After a long while, she cautiously opened her eyes. In that instant, a huge and ancient spaceship stood before her, covered in moss due to the passage of time.
"This is the spaceship that Lord Celestial once rode in." Mr. Popo's voice remained deep and calm.
Bulma gazed at the historically significant spaceship, the fear in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by amazement and excitement. A long-lost smile appeared on her lips.
Mr. Popo stood below the spaceship: "Kami once told me that the password to open the spaceship is Piccolo." After saying that, the spaceship's hatch opened, and Mr. Popo asked Bulma to come up with him. He said "Picclo" again, and the hatch closed.
The two entered the control room. Bulma stood in front of the console and frantically tried to operate it, but the spaceship didn't respond at all. Frustrated, she stomped her feet and muttered to herself, "Looks like the spaceship also needs commands to operate. It should be Namekian." She scratched her hair and tapped her head, her eyes filled with helplessness and confusion, her brows furrowed tightly into a deep frown.