The trio continued their journey until the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in warm hues of orange and pink. Bulma checked her watch and sighed. "It's getting late. We should stop and rest for the night."
"Where are we gonna stay?" Goku asked, still perched happily on his Flying Nimbus.
Bulma smirked and pulled out a small capsule from her bag. "Leave that to me."
She pressed the button on the capsule and tossed it to the ground. With a pop and a puff of smoke, a full-sized house appeared before them. It had a sleek, futuristic design with clean lines and a glowing door panel.
Kara stared in disbelief. "What… what is this sorcery?"
Bulma chuckled. "Not sorcery, genius. Technology! Capsule Corp's finest. My family developed this stuff—compact, portable living spaces at the press of a button."
"Incredible," Kara said, walking up to the house and touching its surface. "Your planet may be primitive compared to Krypton, but this… this is impressive."
Bulma puffed up with pride. "Well, I am a genius. Come on, let's head inside."
The group settled into the cozy home, and Bulma quickly whipped up a meal in the kitchen using the stocked supplies. Plates were piled high with food, and both Kara and Goku wasted no time digging in.
Kara ate with gusto, marveling at the flavors of Earth's cuisine. "This planet's food is… surprisingly good," she said between bites.
But as much as Kara ate, Goku ate twice as much, stacking empty plates faster than Bulma could keep up. By the time Kara slowed down, Goku was still going strong, his appetite seemingly endless.
"Goku, where does it all go?" Bulma asked, staring in disbelief as he reached for yet another plate.
"I dunno," Goku said, grinning. "I've always been like this."
Kara frowned slightly but said nothing. She leaned back in her chair, watching Goku with a mix of amusement and curiosity. Despite his enormous appetite, he never lost his cheerful, innocent demeanor.
Eventually, Goku set down his chopsticks. "Still hungry. I'll go find something else to eat!"
"Wait, Goku, we have more food here!" Bulma protested, but he was already out the door.
As the door closed behind Goku, Bulma turned to Kara. "So, what's the deal with him? You said you've read about Saiyans. Are they all like Goku?"
Kara shook her head. "Not even close. The Saiyans I've read about were fierce warriors, ruthless and brutal. They traveled the galaxy conquering planets and selling them to the highest bidder. They thrived on destruction, taking pride in their strength and ability to crush their enemies. They were…" She paused, searching for the right word. "Monsters."
Bulma leaned back in her chair, her expression thoughtful. "And yet, here we are with Goku. He's about as far from a monster as you can get."
Kara nodded slowly. "Exactly. He's nothing like the Saiyans I studied on Krypton. He's kind, innocent, and completely oblivious to most things. It doesn't make sense."
"Maybe he's just… different," Bulma offered.
"Perhaps," Kara said, her voice softer now. "But I still don't understand how someone like him came from a race like the Saiyans. It's as if…" She stopped herself, shaking her head. "Never mind."
A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and Goku walked back in with a triumphant grin. Over his shoulder was a large, unconscious wolf.
"Found dinner!" he announced cheerfully, dropping the wolf onto the floor.
Bulma screamed, jumping onto the couch. "What the heck, Goku?! You can't just bring a wolf in here!"
Kara stared at the scene, half in shock, half in amusement. "You're planning to eat that?"
"Of course!" Goku said, grabbing a knife from the kitchen. "It's fresh meat!"
Bulma buried her face in her hands. "This kid is unbelievable."
Kara crossed her arms, floating above the table. "Goku, you do realize that most people on this planet don't eat wolves, right?"
Goku tilted his head, genuinely confused. "Really? Why not? It's just meat, isn't it?"
Kara sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You're lucky you're so innocent, or I might think you were insane."
Bulma, still perched on the couch, peeked through her fingers. "Goku, just… take that thing outside. Please."
"Okay, okay," Goku said, dragging the wolf back out the door.
Once Goku was gone, Kara sat down and exhaled deeply. "He's so… strange," she said.
"Tell me about it," Bulma muttered. "But he's got a good heart. You can't fake that kind of purity."
Kara nodded reluctantly. "You're right. Despite everything I've read about Saiyans, Goku doesn't fit the mold. He's pure-hearted in a way I've never seen before. It's… confusing."
"Maybe you don't have to figure it out right now," Bulma said, smirking. "Just go with it. Who knows? He might surprise you even more."
Kara glanced out the window, where Goku was cheerfully preparing to roast the wolf over an open fire. She couldn't help but smile, despite herself.
"Maybe," she said softly.
To be continued...