Capsule Corporation's main residence. Late at night.
Inside a luxurious guest bedroom, blue-haired Launch was already fast asleep on the soft, oversized bed.
For her, the day had been filled with too many memory gaps.
She did not know why she had ended up staying in such an extravagant place. She only remembered that the blue-haired young woman had promised free food, free lodging, and even a salary.
Kind-hearted and simple by nature, she had not thought too deeply about it. In fact, she believed she had simply met a good person.
Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, settling gently on the bridge of her delicate nose.
It tickled.
"Mmm…"
Launch scrunched her nose and rubbed it instinctively.
"Achoo!"
The sneeze echoed clearly through the quiet night.
The next second, the woman on the bed snapped her eyes open.
The softness vanished instantly. Her once gentle gaze sharpened like a blade, and her deep blue hair shifted visibly, transforming into a dazzling gold.
Blonde Launch had returned.
She shot upright in bed, alert, scanning her surroundings.
A crystal chandelier. A genuine leather sofa. Antique ornaments displayed in cabinets, each one clearly worth a fortune.
Her eyes instantly turned into spinning gold coins.
"Hahahaha! That idiot blue-haired version actually wandered into a rich sheep's den!"
From beneath her pillow, Launch pulled out two compact submachine guns that she had somehow hidden there earlier. She flipped off the bed in one smooth motion.
Her movements were light and deadly, like a hunting panther.
"If I clean this place out, I won't have to worry about money for the rest of my life! And that damn bald guy, daring to lift me like a chicken. Tonight I'll show you why blood is red!"
She cracked the door open and slipped into the hallway.
Relying on a bandit's instincts, she quickly locked onto the master bedroom. There was an aura there that made her uncomfortable and deeply wary.
The door was slightly ajar.
Launch pushed it open carefully. The room was pitch black, with only moonlight casting broken shadows across the floor.
On the large bed, two figures were visible beneath the covers.
"Tch. Sleeping like dead pigs."
Gun raised, she crouched low and moved in.
Her plan was simple.
Take hostages first, then force them to hand over the safe code.
Just as she reached the bedside and raised her gun toward the bald head, ready to press the muzzle down
A hand.
A warm, powerful hand emerged from the darkness without warning and clamped around her wrist.
"Out this late instead of sleeping? Came to warm my bed?"
A low, teasing voice whispered beside her ear.
Every hair on Launch's body stood on end.
She reacted instantly, spinning and launching a vicious kick aimed straight between the legs, while her other hand twisted the gun around to fire.
Bang!
Her kick slammed into the side of Krillin's thigh.
The recoil sent a sharp pain through her shin.
At the same time, Krillin tightened his grip slightly. Launch felt like her wrist was about to snap. The gun flew from her hand and embedded itself into the ceiling.
"You "
Before she could finish cursing, the world spun.
With a single movement, Krillin flipped her over and slammed her down onto the carpet beneath him.
Their position instantly became dangerously intimate.
Krillin wore only loose sleep pants. His bare upper body was defined and powerful, radiating raw masculine presence.
One hand pinned both of Launch's wrists above her head. His legs locked down her flailing ones, his entire posture absolute dominance.
Launch struggled violently, her chest heaving with fury and humiliation, her wild breaths brushing against his face.
She was fierce, but she was still a woman. Being trapped in such an overwhelming position caused her mind to short-circuit.
Especially his eyes.
In the darkness, they shone frighteningly bright, as if they could see straight through her soul.
"Let me go! If you've got guts, kill me!"
Her words were defiant, but her cheeks betrayed her, burning red all the way to her ears.
"Shh…"
Krillin lowered his head until their noses were almost touching.
"Keep it down. If you wake Bulma, she'll get angry."
"And when she gets angry, I suffer. So I might have to take it out on you."
His voice was low and magnetic, every word dancing across her nerves.
[System Notification]
[Special Target Detected: Blonde Launch]
[Due to overwhelming physical suppression, the target is experiencing extreme emotional fluctuation: anger, humiliation, fear, and a latent admiration for strength.]
[S-Rank Strategy Mission Triggered: Taming the Wild Horse]
[Mission Description: Blonde Launch is a feral and dangerous mare. Use both physical and psychological methods to make her submit completely.]
[Current Submission Level: 15%]
[Mission Reward: Mental Power Multiplier. Key prerequisite for unlocking Kaio-ken.]
[Bonus Reward: Charisma +10. Launch-exclusive affection system unlocked.]
Krillin's eyes lit up.
Mental power enhancement.
That was exactly what he needed most right now.
The Saitama Template granted overwhelming physical strength, but it offered no boost to fine ki control or mental endurance.
If he wanted to master Kaio-ken in the future, a technique that pushed the body beyond its limits, mental strength was essential.
"Looks like tonight's lesson will be a bit thorough."
Krillin looked down at the furious yet stunning face beneath him and curled his lips into a wicked smile.
"Let go of me mm!"
Before Launch could curse again, Krillin suddenly released her wrists. In the same instant, he tapped a specific point at her waist with lightning speed.
It was a laughing nerve.
"Ha haha… you bastard!"
"What are you doing… hahaha! Don't touch there!"
Her fierce expression shattered completely. Her body curled instinctively, laughter tearing from her throat as tears formed in her eyes.
The numb, itchy sensation was worse than torture.
"This is your punishment for sneaking into your master's bedroom."
Krillin did not stop. Instead, he pressed a few more sensitive spots along her abdomen.
"I'm… I'm a robber… hahaha… not a maid… please… stop!"
Launch collapsed entirely, twisting helplessly on the floor, dignity in shambles as she begged.
"No."
Krillin stopped and pressed her back down, his gaze turning cold and serious. A trace of Earth's strongest pressure leaked out from him.
In that instant, Launch felt like she was no longer facing a human, but a prehistoric beast.
The fear that came from the very hierarchy of life made her stop struggling completely.
She stared at him, and the wild defiance in her eyes finally cracked.
For a woman who worshiped violence, nothing was more intoxicating than absolute strength.
"Have you submitted?" Krillin asked.
She bit her lip and turned her head away, her voice barely audible, tinged with reluctance and shame.
"I… I submit."
[System Notification]
[Submission Level increased to 35%.]
Satisfied, Krillin released her and stood up, looking down at the disheveled woman.
"Tomorrow morning, I want breakfast on the table at seven."
"If it's not good enough, I'll throw you into the gravity room and let you experience ten times gravity tickling."
Launch shuddered violently. She grabbed her guns and fled the room in panic, not even daring to throw out a threat.
Krillin watched her retreat, then glanced at the sharply increased mental power on his system panel before lying back down.
"Kaio-ken… looks like it's not far off now."
Beside him, Bulma shifted in her sleep, one leg draping over him as she murmured drowsily.
"Krillin… stop messing around… let me sleep a little longer…"
Krillin smiled and kissed her forehead softly.