Dragon Ball: Being able to revive means you're courting death? How naive!

Chapter 365 Cultivation and Driving Lessons

In Bulma's living room, a crystal chandelier cast a soft glow, and several brightly colored cushions were placed on the leather sofa.

Bulma casually propped her legs up on the coffee table, dangling her toes painted with purple sequins, and held a bone china teacup in her hands.

Dr. Brief, the father, was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, gently stroking the fur of the cat in his arms with his fingertips, and adjusting the position of his reading glasses from time to time.

Bulma's mother hummed a little tune as she took out delicate pastries from the retro-styled double-door refrigerator.

"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've seen Vegeta. I really miss him, hahaha."

Bulma's mother gently placed the carved porcelain plate on the coffee table, and the sweet aroma of macarons and cookies from the plate instantly filled the air.

Bulma rolled her eyes at her words and slammed her teacup down on the coaster, the metallic clinking sound ringing out: "He's completely absorbed in the gravity chamber now, he's even moved his home there."

She tossed her blue curly hair, her tone full of helplessness.

Dr. Brief adjusted his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses revealing the rigor of a scholar: "The Saiyan bodies of Vegeta are simply too powerful."

He paused, and his stroking of the cat slowed down.

"I went to check the equipment not long ago, and he was still training under 400 times gravity. That kind of intensity is simply unimaginable..."

"Hmph, he's just a cultivation fanatic, ignore him!"

Bulma grabbed a macaron and took a big bite, her cheeks puffing out like a little hamster, but the worry unconsciously lingering in her voice betrayed her true thoughts.

……

The alarm in the gravity chamber blared, and the 450 times gravity seemed to distort the air as if it were real.

Vegeta's taut muscles bulged beneath his blue and white battle suit, and every inch of his skin was covered in fine beads of sweat that reflected a cold luster under the bright light.

"drink!"

Vegeta stomped his foot hard on the ground, and the metal floor instantly cracked, revealing a spiderweb-like pattern.

His figure blurred into a blur as he swept through the room, the air shrieking as it was torn apart.

But after moving at high speed for only a few seconds, his movements suddenly became unsteady, and his knees slammed heavily on the ground, sending sparks flying.

Vegeta knelt on one knee, supporting his body, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath, and the veins on his neck bulged like twisted vines.

Large beads of sweat trickled down his jawline, leaving dark stains on the floor. He trembled as he tried to sit up, but collapsed again, his face almost pressed against the scorching metal plate.

"Kakarot..."

He forced out a hoarse growl through his teeth, his emerald eyes burning with resentment.

Fingertips dug deep into the floor, leaving five scratch marks on the metal surface.

"You just wait..."

……

On Baozi Mountain, Sun Wukong's little house appears exceptionally peaceful, nestled among the green trees.

The afternoon sun shone through the blinds of the study, casting golden rays of light and shadow.

Son Gohan sat at his desk with books open in front of him, but his mind was not on the dense text at all.

His fingers gently caressed the portraits of Sun Wukong, Piccolo, and Sangyun on the pages of the book, his brushstrokes tender and affectionate.

In the portrait, Sun Wukong grins, revealing a set of white teeth, his eyes radiating fearlessness and determination.

Bick, on the other hand, had a cold expression, his green skin gleaming with a cold light, yet he couldn't hide the light in his eyes.

Shang Yun had a carefree smile on his lips, as if he was ready to embrace a new challenge at any moment.

"Oh, I wonder how Daddy, Godfather, and Uncle Bick are doing with their driving lessons? I really want to go with them!"

Son Gohan sighed softly, a hint of longing and disappointment in his eyes.

Just then, there were two soft knocks. Qiqi knocked lightly on the door twice and then pushed it open.

Wearing an apron and holding a glass of freshly squeezed juice, she had a gentle smile on her face: "Gohan, have you been studying hard? It's so great now that they're all gone. No one will bother Gohan's studies anymore. You must study hard!"

Chi-Chi placed the juice on the table, gently patted Gohan's shoulder, and turned to leave.

Son Gohan breathed a sigh of relief, quickly removed his hand from the book, and carefully hid the portrait.

"Phew, thank goodness Mom didn't see it."

Son Gohan muttered to himself, a hint of nervousness on his face.

Just then, a slight noise came from outside the window.

When Son Gohan looked up, he saw Little Flying Dragon sticking its head out, its round eyes staring at him curiously, and it was making a hissing sound.

"Little Flying Dragon, you've arrived!"

Son Gohan's eyes lit up, and he ran over happily.

The little dragon stuck out its tongue and affectionately licked Gohan's face. The cool touch made Gohan laugh out loud: "Ouch, it tickles!"

Suddenly, as if struck by a sudden thought, Gohan's eyes lit up. He looked at the little dragon and exclaimed excitedly, "That's right..."

……

On the driving school training ground, the hovercar traced two different trajectories in mid-air.

Bick gripped the control stick tightly with both hands, his green knuckles turning slightly white from the force. Although the car swayed a bit, it managed to maintain a steady forward motion.

The young female instructor in the passenger seat smiled sweetly, her red manicured nails clapping lightly: "Very good, Mr. Bick, just like that, you can drive normally now!"

Not far away, Shang Yun's hovercar smoothly navigated around the training cones.

He rested one hand on the window frame, while the other hand precisely controlled the steering wheel, a confident smile unconsciously curving his lips.

Although he doesn't need to drive for daily commutes, the roar of the engine in his ears still awakens the dormant passion in his heart.

In contrast, Sun Wukong's training was a "disaster."

The old man looked at Sun Wukong scratching his head and coughed violently again, his gray eyebrows furrowing: "Alright, Mr. Sun Wukong, now try to start the car engine."

"okay!"

Sun Wukong rubbed his hands together, his head almost disappearing under the dashboard, his fluffy hair rustling against the steering wheel.

Several minutes passed, and only the clanging of metal could be heard from inside the car, but the engine remained unresponsive.

The old man leaned closer, his cloudy eyes filled with confusion: "Mr. Sun Wukong, what are you doing?"

"I...I forgot where the car engine is, how did I turn it on!" Sun Wukong straightened up, a few beads of sweat appearing on the back of his head.

The old man rubbed his forehead and paused for a moment: "What about the clutch? Press the clutch first."

"clutch?"

Sun Wukong suddenly lowered his head and sniffed his chest and armpits intensely, his expression serious: "I took a shower this morning, there's no clutch energy on me?"

"It's the clutch in the car! What does it have to do with you!"

The old man coughed several more times in his anxiety, his flushed face almost pressed against the car window.

"It's right next to the brake pedal, just step on it!"

"So that's where it is!" Sun Wukong suddenly realized and kicked the pedal hard.

With a piercing roar, the car reversed wildly like a runaway beast.

With a loud crash, it slammed into the stone pillar behind it, sending shards of stone flying everywhere.

Sun Wukong scratched the back of his head, revealing his signature憨厚 (honest and simple) smile, his golden eyes curving into crescents: "Sorry, Coach! I... I'll try again..."

Amidst the creaking sound of metal deforming, the old man rubbed his forehead, sighed heavily, and his white hair fluttered wildly in the wind.