Three seconds later, his reply:
The hover-car descended through the clouds, revealing an island that didn’t appear on any map. At its center stood a research tower, older than Capsule Corp’s own, its steel skin peeled back like a rotten fruit. The symbol of the pre-Z-fighter-era Red Ribbon Army—a faded, skull-less crimson ribbon—was stamped on the door. Bulma Adventure 4 -YamamotoDoujinshi-
“Because it’s personal,” Yamamoto hissed. “A fan-fiction of the soul. I collected three. The Echo of Goku’s reckless hunger. The Echo of Piccolo’s isolation. And the Echo of your vanity, Bulma. Your desperate need to be the smartest in any room.” Three seconds later, his reply: The hover-car descended
Bulma’s gut said this was a trap. Her genius said it was the most fascinating puzzle in twenty years. “Because it’s personal,” Yamamoto hissed
She pressed the capsule. POP. A sleek, portable scanner and a plasma pistol materialized. She holstered the pistol but kept the scanner in hand. Violence was Vegeta’s job. Truth was hers.