Chapter 25: Dragon Ball: The People of This World Are Too Conservative - Battle Power 2800 (Patreon)

Oryon's face lit up. "Before we shower, let's put on the Scouter and see what my Power Level is now."

"So you want to know your own Power Level number too?"

Oryon nodded. "Of course I do."

Bulma pursed her lips. "Actually, I already checked back at Kame House, right after I finished fixing the Scouter.

I picked up Tien Shinhan and Yamcha even though they were farther away — you were the only one it couldn't read.

Krillin said it's because you were suppressing your ki that it couldn't detect you. Were you deliberately hiding from me?"

Oryon shook his head at once. "Not at all. I've got no reason to hide from anyone.

I suppress my ki because my strength's gotten a bit much, but I still haven't gotten great control over it.

So I keep it suppressed most of the time, just to make sure I don't accidentally hurt Lunch..."

Realization dawned on Bulma.

"Oh, so that's it..."

"What else would it be?" Oryon asked.

Bulma looked at Oryon warmly. "Oryon, you know what?

You're the most thoughtful man I've ever met when it comes to women!"

Oryon gave an awkward smile.

Just Playboy 101, really.

Bulma opened her toolbox and took out the Scouter, fitting it over her eye.

"Don't suppress your ki now — let me check your Power Level.

You know, Krillin's Power Level is over 200, and Piccolo's is over 300!

They said your Power Level is even higher than Raditz's — it should be over fifteen hundred..."

Oryon nodded. "Definitely higher than his. Let's see what mine really is!"

With that, Oryon let out a low growl and released his ki, though he deliberately reined in the pressure so as not to wreck the house.

The Scouter's number instantly began to spike.

"Beep beep beep..."

"One thousand!"

"Fifteen hundred!

Two thousand!"

"Twenty-five hundred!"

"Twenty-eight hundred..."

The number on the Scouter finally stopped climbing and slowly settled.

Bulma sucked in a sharp breath.

"Y-your Power Level is actually two thousand eight hundred and sixty-four! That's stronger than ten Krillins combined!"

Hearing the number, Oryon was mildly startled himself.

"My Power Level actually broke two thousand..."

Strange — he remembered exactly what had gone on between him and Lunch these past two days.

After the fight with Raditz, their strength had been roughly on par — he'd been a little higher, but only by a hair.

So by his own estimate, his Power Level should have been around 1500.

These past two days, he and Lunch had only done it thirteen times —

but since it wasn't a first anymore and there'd been no breakthrough progress, each time only netted him a day or two of cultivation gains.

Add it all up, and it barely came to ten-some days, less than twenty.

So how had his Power Level nearly doubled from around fifteen hundred?

Normally, gaining two or three hundred would already be a lot.

Then it hit him — the kiss with Bulma just now had granted him thirty days of cultivation gains in one shot.

Same as the first time he'd kissed Lunch, back then.

Oryon's eyes flickered — he had his answer.

Turns out the thrill of novelty delivered far more than the pleasure of routine, everyday duty ever could!

Once he'd worked it out, Oryon let out a breath and suppressed his ki back down to an ordinary person's level.

He looked at Bulma. "Put the Scouter down — let's go take that shower, hm?"

Oryon was itching to find out just how much his Power Level would climb once he'd claimed Bulma fully.

Blushing, Bulma lowered her head. "Mm!"

Soon, the two of them made their way to the bathroom.

Oryon stripped first, tossing his clothes into the hamper beside them.

With Lunch around, Oryon changed clothes every single day, always kept dry and fresh.

Bulma stared at Oryon's sculpted abs, the smooth lines of muscle, and swallowed hard despite herself.

Her face flushed three shades redder.

Oryon gave her a light smack on the backside. "What are you being so shy about? Hurry up and strip — if Lunch gets back before you're done, you'll clam up all over again."

Face burning red, Bulma said bashfully, "Turn around — I'm a little embarrassed..."

Oryon sighed, but turned to face the wall, switched on the showerhead, and let the water run over himself first.

Bulma slipped out of her clothes and dropped them into the dirty laundry hamper as well.

A little nervous, she covered her chest with one hand and her lower body with the other, edging step by step toward the shower.

"Shff—"

Bulma's foot slipped, and she nearly fell.

"..."

In the split second of panic, she flailed and grabbed blindly — and ended up gripping Oryon's tail.

A wave of weakness washed through Oryon's whole body, though not nearly as bad as it had been the past two days.

With Lunch gripping his tail every night while they slept these past two days, he'd already started building up some resistance to the weakness.

His tail curled with a bit of effort, wrapping around Bulma's slender waist and pulling her into his arms.

A cold sweat broke out over Bulma's whole body, but the shower washed it away in an instant.

She looked up — it was as though a light rain were falling from the sky above, and Oryon was gazing down at her, his eyes brimming with tenderness.

Those eyes seemed full of deep affection.

Bulma came back to her senses and only then realized she was wrapped in his tail, the two of them completely bare to each other.

"Mm..."

A fresh flush of red rose to Bulma's cheeks, and she covered her face in embarrassment.

The next moment, Oryon wrapped an arm around her slender waist.

"Your figure's amazing!"

"R-really?" Bulma let her hands drop and looked up at Oryon.

"Really..."

"Better than Lunch's?"

"Better than Lunch's."

A wave of pleasure rose up in Bulma.

She'd always been confident in her figure, but being praised for it still made her happy.

Women, after all, could rarely resist someone who validated them.

Oryon held Bulma tight — she was a bit fuller than Lunch, but that only made hugging her more comfortable.

Feeling the warmth of his embrace, Bulma finally hugged him back tightly, rising onto her toes to answer him fully.

The shower's spray poured freely over their pale skin, splashing up in layer after layer of droplets.

"Let me lather you up with some body wash..."

"Mm..."