Bulma sighed, wiping her brow as she leaned back in her chair. She looked around at her laboratory, the hall sported a collection of hairbrained gadgets and gizmos, many of which she'd made on a whim. Whilst it was nice that the world wasn't at stake and she had enough time for her inventions, things had gotten relatively dull for the genius inventor. Her husband and son spent most of their time training, even if there wasn't an incoming threat it was something that most of her social circle engaged in. Goku, Vegeta, Krillin... and even Yamcha, seemed to spend every free moment trying to hit something harder. All of them had been doing it for years, decades even, and made significant progress. Even her own son was powerful enough to destroy the creeps that she'd seen on Namek.
"They've got to enjoy it, otherwise they wouldn't bother." Bulma pondered, resting back on her desk. "Maybe there's more to it than I thought? I'm already the smartest woman on Earth... maybe this would be a change of pace for me?"
It wouldn't be easy by any means, the others had a massive headstart on her, and her own human biology was another limit - the likes of Krillin and Tien had fallen far behind even with dedication. Whatver her approach, she'd need to be clever and, thankfully, she had the brains to do it. None of the others could match her in terms of technology. Failing that, there was a certain magical dragon she could ask for a hand... so she had options.
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