Renkon's Arrival

"Don't pinch my cheeks! People are not toys!" Bulma shouted angrily, her blue hair bouncing as she jerked her head away from the strange visitor's hands. Her cheeks were flushed pink from the unwanted squeezing, and she glared at the alien with indignation burning in her azure eyes.

Renkon's lips curved into a mischievous grin, revealing perfect white teeth. His dark eyes sparkled with amusement as he regarded the fuming teenage genius. "The fat ones are always cuter," he remarked casually, as if commenting on the weather rather than insulting someone to their face.

Bulma's mouth fell open, then closed again without a sound. Her mind raced with a dozen scathing retorts, but she was so shocked by his audacity that she couldn't decide which insult to hurl first.

Hey, you are too much! she thought furiously, clenching her fists at her sides.

Renkon turned his attention to Dr. Brief, who was watching the exchange with a mixture of concern and curiosity. The alien's demeanour shifted instantly to one of childlike innocence. "Doctor, did you see my innocent smile just now?" he asked, flashing another grin that was somehow both mischievous and disarming at the same time.

Dr. Brief adjusted his glasses nervously, his Mustache twitching. The words caught in his throat as he contemplated the bizarre situation. This stranger had appeared at their doorstep claiming to be an alien, and now he was manhandling Bulma right before his eyes.

You're squeezing my daughter's face before my eyes, and you've got the audacity to call yourself innocent? Brief thought, aghast. You should be ashamed!

Yet, despite his protective instincts flaring, Brief couldn't help but notice something genuine about the visitor. There was an unmistakable quality to him that defied the scientist's usual scepticism. The young man's smile, though cheeky, radiated a sort of purity that didn't match his actions. And when Brief looked deeper into those dark, mysterious eyes, they held a brightness and kindness that seemed impossible to fake.

Bulma, recovering from her shock and indignation, narrowed her eyes suspiciously. Her scientific curiosity overrode her irritation as she studied the stranger. "Are you really an alien?" she asked, her tone somewhere between scepticism and excitement.

Renkon's smile widened, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Yes," he replied with absolute confidence. "Do you want me to summon my spaceship?" The casual way he made this extraordinary offer only added to the surreal atmosphere in the Brief family's living room.

"Spaceship? Really?" Bulma's eyes widened dramatically, sparkling with sudden interest. Her scientific mind immediately shifted into high gear, thoughts of advanced technology and interstellar travel firing her neurons. "You really are an alien!" The excitement in her voice was palpable, her earlier anger completely forgotten.

With a fluid motion, Renkon reached into a pocket of his strange garments and produced what appeared to be a small remote control. His fingers danced across several buttons in a precise sequence. The device emitted a soft beep with each press, culminating in a final, more pronounced tone.

Whoosh!!

The sound tore through the air above them, and suddenly, materializing as if from nowhere, a sleek vessel appeared in the sky above Capsule Corporation. Its metallic surface gleamed in the sunlight, reflecting rainbow patterns across the courtyard as it descended. The craft was unlike anything Earth engineers had ever designed – aerodynamic yet somehow defying known principles of aeronautics, with no visible thrusters yet descending with perfect control.

The spaceship hovered momentarily before settling onto the manicured lawn of the Brief estate with barely a whisper of sound, not even bending the grass beneath it.

Bulma clapped her hands excitedly, practically bouncing on her toes as she stared at the otherworldly vehicle. "Is this your spaceship? It has some great technology!" Her eyes traced every curve and line of the craft, her mind already dissecting its probable propulsion systems and construction materials.

Renkon observed her reaction with satisfaction. He turned to Dr. Brief with a businesslike expression. "As a reward for the Dragon Ball Radar, I will lend you my spaceship for research purposes," he announced generously, then added with a note of warning, "but you should not dismantle it. I have to use it to go to other planets." The way he said it made it clear this wasn't a request but a condition.

"Okay, deal!" Dr. Brief agreed without hesitation, nearly stumbling over his words in his eagerness. The prospect of studying alien technology was the opportunity of a lifetime—perhaps the greatest scientific breakthrough in human history.

Bulma circled Renkon slowly, examining him from head to toe. Her analytical gaze took in his humanoid appearance with a hint of disappointment. "If you're an alien, why don't you look much different from our people on Earth?" she questioned, one eyebrow raised sceptically. She gestured vaguely at his entire form. "Besides being able to fly..."

"There's a difference," Renkon replied with a slight smile. "I have a tail." As he spoke, the furry appendage that had been wrapped around his waist like a belt suddenly unwound itself and began swaying leisurely behind him, as if enjoying its newfound freedom.

"A tail?!" Bulma gasped, her eyes growing round as saucers. She took an involuntary step back, her scientific mind struggling to process this biological anomaly.

Dr. Brief's jaw dropped, and the cigarette that had been dangling from his lips fell unnoticed to the floor. He blinked rapidly behind his glasses, as if expecting the tail to disappear when he opened his eyes again.

"Hey, don't stop working," Renkon reminded the doctor with an amused smile, noticing that Brief had frozen in place.

"Oh, yes." Brief nodded vigorously, snapping back to the present. He carefully picked up the dragon ball they had been discussing earlier and hurried off to his laboratory, though he couldn't resist glancing back at Renkon's tail several times as he left.

With childlike enthusiasm written across her face, Bulma turned to their visitor. "Sir Renkon, what is your name?" she asked excitedly, the words tumbling out before her brain could catch up.

The question hung in the air for a moment.

Renkon's expression froze. "..."

Realization dawned on Bulma's face, followed immediately by embarrassment as she registered what she had just asked. Her cheeks flushed crimson.

I already know his name.

"..." Bulma stood there mortified, wishing she could take back her words.

"Your name is Bulma, right?" Renkon graciously chose to ignore her blunder. His eyes twinkled mischievously as he offered a distraction. "Do you want to fly in the sky? I can take you with me."

Instantly forgetting her embarrassment, Bulma's curiosity returned full force. "Can all aliens fly?" she asked, her large eyes brimming with unbridled fascination.

"No, not all of them," Renkon answered thoughtfully. He extended his hand invitingly. "Come on, hop on my back."

"Okay," Bulma agreed without hesitation, her scientific curiosity overwhelming any caution she might normally exercise. She climbed onto his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and securing her legs around his waist, careful to avoid the tail.

"I'm going to take off!" Renkon announced. True to his word, he began to levitate, rising slowly from the ground. The air around them seemed to shimmer slightly as they ascended higher and higher above Capsule Corporation.

"Wow... we're really flying! Awesome! Awesome!" Bulma's voice hit notes she'd never reached before, her exclamations a mixture of terror and exhilaration. The wind whipped her blue hair around her face as they rose above the buildings of West City.

Renkon gradually increased their speed, carefully gauging Bulma's reactions. The cityscape below them blurred into a patchwork of colours and shapes, and then they were soaring over mountains, oceans, and deserts. Bulma's initial screams of surprise transformed into peals of delighted laughter that echoed across the sky.

One hour later, they returned to Capsule Corporation, having completed a circuit around the planet. Renkon could have flown much faster—could have shown her the stratosphere or taken her to the moon—but he had consciously restrained his abilities. He worried that Bulma's human physiology wouldn't withstand the extreme conditions of higher altitudes or greater speeds.

After all, despite her fierce intelligence and bold personality, Bulma was still just a little girl in many ways—a brilliant human teenager with a fragile body compared to his alien physiology.

"This is so fun!" Bulma exclaimed as she slid off Renkon's back. Her hair was a windblown mess, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and her eyes still wide with wonder. It was clear from her expression that she could have continued flying for hours more.

"Are you the alien, Renkon, from another planet?"

A new voice joined the conversation. Bikini Brief, Bulma's mother, had emerged from the house carrying a tray laden with various colourful fruits arranged in an artistic display. Her blonde hair was perfectly styled despite the gentle breeze, and her perpetually youthful face wore an expression of friendly curiosity.

Obviously, Dr. Brief had already shared news of their extraordinary visitor with his wife during Renkon and Bulma's aerial excursion.

"Hello," Renkon acknowledged her with a polite nod, his posture straightening slightly in the presence of the family matriarch.

Bikini's eyes travelled appreciatively over Renkon's form, lingering on his handsome features. "Aliens are so handsome..." she remarked dreamily, a flirtatious lilt to her voice despite the bizarre circumstances.

Renkon shifted uncomfortably under her admiring gaze. "..."

I finally know why Bulma settled with Vegeta, he thought to himself. She has such a mother, so it's strange not to be a nympho. The realization about the family's... particular tendencies... was both amusing and awkward.

"Do you want some fruits?" Bikini offered the plate with a warm smile. She added with genuine curiosity, "You can eat fruit, right?"

"Yes, my eating habits are similar to those of people of this planet," Renkon answered with a courteous nod, accepting a piece of bright red apple from the tray. He bit into it, savouring the sweet, crisp flavour while contemplating how to explain that most sentient species across the universe had evolved with remarkably similar nutritional needs.

And so it was that Renkon found himself temporarily residing at the Brief residence. The family provided him with a comfortable guest room in the sprawling Capsule Corporation compound, and he spent his days observing Earth culture and providing Dr. Brief with limited insights into space travel technology.

One week later, after countless hours in his laboratory, fuelled by scientific passion and endless cups of coffee, Dr. Brief finally emerged with the completed Dragon Ball Radar.

Renkon stared at the device with barely concealed disappointment. "So big?" he remarked, wiping imaginary sweat from his brow as he beheld the unwieldy contraption.

"Huh? You wanted it smaller?" Brief responded, genuinely surprised. He adjusted his glasses nervously, looking down at his creation. "The screen is big for easy viewing. Should I make it smaller?"

The radar resembled a tablet computer, roughly the size of an iPad—nothing like the compact, pocket-sized device that Bulma would eventually create in the original timeline.

"Forget it, I'll take a look first," Renkon sighed, shaking his head resignedly. He should have been more specific with his request, perhaps even sketched a design for the scientist. A rookie mistake on his part.

But ultimately, it didn't matter that much. Renkon hadn't come to Earth intending to spend his entire life hunting for Dragon Balls. His primary goal was much simpler: to acquire the ability to breathe in the vacuum of space, enabling him to explore the universe freely.

He pressed the power button on the oversized radar. The screen flickered to life, displaying a map of Earth with seven glittering golden dots scattered across its surface—not unlike the radar Bulma would eventually perfect in another timeline.

"The map can be zoomed in and out, is it convenient?" Brief demonstrated proudly, using two fingers to enlarge a section of the map with a pinching motion.

Renkon stared at the familiar gesture. "..."

This is Apple technology... Are you the reincarnation of Steve Jobs? he thought, bemused by how certain technological intuitions seemed universal across timelines and even planets.

"Can this radar be used on an alien planet?" Renkon inquired, considering the broader applications of the device.

Brief nodded confidently. "As long as there is a ball of the same nature as the Dragon Balls on this planet, the radar will definitely be able to detect its specific location." His voice carried the assurance of a scientist certain of his creation's capabilities.

"Okay," Renkon nodded, satisfied with the answer despite the radar's cumbersome size.

"So, can I study your spaceship now?" Brief asked eagerly, barely containing his scientific excitement.

"Of course, no problem," Renkon agreed readily. The exchange was fair—a Dragon Ball Radar for access to alien technology.

"Great! With this knowledge, the technology on Earth will be 10 or even 100 years ahead of schedule," Brief exclaimed, his eyes shining with the possibilities. The scientist was already imagining the revolutionary advances he could pioneer.

Renkon's expression grew serious. "In some cases, the improvement of technology may not be a good thing," he cautioned. "It might bring disasters to Earth." He knew all too well how technological advancement without corresponding spiritual and ethical development had led to catastrophe on countless worlds across the universe.

Brief nodded solemnly, understanding the weight of the warning. "I understand, but I'm a scientist, and it's my duty to improve the scientific level of the planet." His voice softened with genuine concern. "With such advanced technology, perhaps I will come up with something that can defend this planet."

Renkon chose not to respond further. He knew that no matter how advanced Earth's technology might become under Brief's guidance, it would be meaningless against universal threats like Beerus, the God of Destruction. A single finger from such a being could obliterate the planet regardless of its defensive capabilities.

Still, that was the fate of Earth in this universe. In the grand cosmic scheme, there were no immediate dangers to worry about.

And it's also time for Goku to descend on this planet, right? Renkon wondered, tilting his head to gaze thoughtfully at the clear blue sky. He extended his senses, searching for a familiar energy signature.

After a moment, he withdrew his awareness. Forget it, don't seek it! I won't gain anything even if I try! Goku's power level is only 2 at this point, and it's nearly impossible to sense him from this distance.

Another week passed, with Dr. Brief thoroughly engrossed in studying Renkon's spaceship. The scientist barely left his laboratory, emerging only for brief meals and a few hours of sleep when his body demanded it.

Meanwhile, Renkon found himself with ample free time. Rather than remaining idle, he decided to put the new Dragon Ball Radar to use. With the oversized device tucked under his arm, he set out to collect the mystical orbs scattered across the planet, each journey bringing him one step closer to making his wish to the eternal dragon.