Chapter 303 This fish looks familiar
"Phew!"
"Awesome!"
Naruto was soaking his feet, exhaling a white line.
Vegeta was outside; he had already showered and was now unhappily struggling into Earth clothes, a look of displeasure on his face.
"Don't fret. Come, tell me if there are power divisions in the universe."
"You've been adventuring in the Milky Way Galaxyfor a long time, so you should know something."
"Power?"
Vegeta tilted his head, puzzled, "I'm not really clear on that, but I do remember hearing about power divisions before."
"Something like 'First Tier,''Second Tier,' simple and direct."
"But now combat power is measured by numerical values, and for a while, ranks were also divided by combat power."
"Eventually, it was found that many people with low combat power could compensate for some deficiencies with skill, even managing to turn the tables."
Vegeta shook his head, "It's hard to evaluate. Even among my Saiyan people, we used to go by combat power."
"And most of the combat powers were in the thousands. Tens of thousands were rare; at least, I hadn't seen any Saiyan with such high power before, except for my deceased father."
"Is that so?"
Naruto felt a bit regretful.
He thought the universe had existed for many years, and logically, there should be power divisions.
Now it seemed that pure numerical strength was king.
No, that's not right.
Skill was also a form of kingship.
Naruto suddenly thought of Son Goku's later Ultra Instinct; that should also be a realm.
"Utter chaos."
"Actually, it's not very useful. We're used to simple and brutal methods."
Vegeta said indifferently, "If you can win, you can win. If you can't, there's nothing you can do."
Unless it was an evenly matched fight.
Otherwise, if the current Vegeta were to face Frieza, no matter how great his skill, it would still be a matter of one finger.
That was the charm of combat power values.
Naruto nodded, then shook his head.
"Why can't skill and numerical strength advance together?"
Naruto chuckled. He could totally do that.
As for his current combat power, backed by the Space, his combat power was also constantly growing.
After all, there were several flesh and blood clones in the Space constantly cultivating on his behalf.
Coupled with the continuous expansion of the Space, the accompanying result was an increase in strength.
"I am just this ordinary, cultivating until now purely through my own hard work and sweat."
...Half a month passed in a flash.
In half a month, Vegeta was ready, and Son Gokuwas also prepared to depart.
The two bid farewell to Naruto and embarked on their journey.
Bulma came to see them off, holding a fish tank in her hands.
"What is that?"
The fish caught Naruto's attention, making even the farewell less important.
By the way, why did this fish look so familiar?
Miloran?
No!
This wasn't the Pokémon world, and there was no Dragonite here.
Clearing his throat, Naruto's eyes widened. This guy looked a bit like the Prophecy Fish.
"I picked it up by the roadside."
Bulma said proudly, "In the future, I'm counting on it to be like Nine-Tailed and Ichibi."
The Prophecy Fish covered its face.
How could she even say she picked it up? She clearly snatched it up.
But... it was so good!
The Prophecy Fish chuckled.
He had eaten so many delicious foods these past few days, feeling incredibly pleased.
He was even starting to fantasize about whether Lord Beerus would awaken from his slumber when he brought these delicacies back.
"Lord Beerus will definitely praise me, right?"
The Prophecy Fish looked smug.
Only the person in front of him had a strange look in his eyes; he felt like he knew him.
The Prophecy Fish's heart skipped a beat. No way, impossible, right?
It shouldn't be.
Seeing the Prophecy Fish's unfocused eyes, Naruto's lips curved, "Interesting, playing dumb?"
"Alright then, let's all play dumb together."
Thinking this, Naruto looked at Bulma and said with a smile, "This fish is quite unique, but it'll be a bit difficult for it to be like Nine-Tailed."
Nine-Tailed?
Nine-Tailed again?
The Prophecy Fish was curious, what exactly was this so-called Nine-Tailed!
Just then, a shadow appeared.
The Prophecy Fish looked up, its fish eyes rolled, and it almost couldn't catch its breath.
What a huge fox.
Nine-Tailed looked at the Prophecy Fish with a sinister grin, baring its sharp teeth, "Oh, such a small fish, not even enough to get stuck in my teeth."
"Nine-Tailed!"
Bulma quickly protected the Prophecy Fish, pouting unhappily and muttering, "Don't bully my fish."
Vegeta crossed his arms, looking at the scene with disdain.
Hmph!
Weak women, always so much trouble.
It was just a fish, what was there to protect, weakling.
"Bulma, it's just a small fish, not even enough to get stuck in my teeth."
Nine-Tailed gave the Prophecy Fish a look of disgust and slowly left.
The Prophecy Fish: "..."
I am the noble Prophecy Fish.
The Prophecy Fish was a bit exasperated, glaring fiercely at the departing Nine-Tailed.
Bulma looked at the Prophecy Fish with amusement, this temper, this intelligence.
Naruto retracted his gaze.
Confirmed, this must be that Prophecy Fish.
Why was this guy here?
Could Whis and Beerus have also come to Earth?
Naruto's heart sank at the thought. If that were truly the case, it would be a bit troublesome.
The current him was far from being a match for those two.
But if they had come, and the Prophecy Fish had been with Bulma for some time, logically they should have sought him out by now.
"It seems unlikely they are on Earth right now."
Then the question was, why was this Prophecy Fish here?
Had something specific gone wrong?
Naruto glanced at Bulma, who immediately understood and subtly nodded.
Naruto withdrew his gaze, secretly praising her.
It was such a tacit understanding with smart people; with a little familiarity, small gestures could reveal what you wanted to do.
Just like Bulma, one look from him and she knew he would have a question for her later.
Boom!
Three spaceships consecutively broke through the air.
Carrying their supplies, carrying Naruto's hopes, they departed, advancing into the universe.
"I wonder if their journey will be smooth."
Hinata stood beside Naruto, asking softly, "How about I go help too?"
Naruto looked at Hinata in surprise, wondering why she would have such a thought.
Hinata held Naruto's arm, her expression firm, "I don't want to be a mere trophy wife."
Even if Naruto wouldn't mind, she knew that even between spouses, there had to be value.
Otherwise, over time, feelings would always sour.
One person's initial affection for another might be impulsive, but it wasn't like wine, which gets richer and more fragrant with age.
Hinata lowered her head, then raised it, a smile gracing her face, "I want to help too, and I understand you and your thoughts better than any of them."
"I think I'm also very suited for this kind of thing, aren't I?"
"You, this~"
Naruto was a bit worried.
Hinata had strength, but he still wasn't at ease...