The early morning sun illuminated the bustling streets of West City. Capsule Corporation's domed towers gleamed in the light, standing as a testament to Bulma's genius and her family's legacy. Gojo floated lazily toward the front gates, arms behind his head and his blindfold still snug over his eyes. He'd been wandering around Earth for a few days, letting the Z-Fighters focus on their training. However, Bulma's tech—and the rumors he'd heard about her mind—had piqued his curiosity.
As he strolled into the lab's entrance without bothering to knock, a shrill alarm blared, and security drones hovered down to intercept him.
"State your name!" a robotic voice demanded.
Gojo tilted his head, chuckling. "Cute. You think this will stop me?"
Before the drones could fire, Bulma's voice echoed through the intercom. "Stand down! He's not a threat. At least, I hope he's not."
A door hissed open, revealing Bulma in her trademark lab coat, her blue hair tied back as she tapped on a tablet. She stared up at the sorcerer with equal parts curiosity and suspicion. "You must be that weirdo Goku's been talking about. Gojo, was it?"
"Wow, no 'hello,' no handshake?" Gojo grinned. "You really know how to make someone feel welcome."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "What are you doing here? Don't tell me you came to freeload."
"Freeload? Me? Never!" He paused, looking around. "Though I wouldn't mind a snack if you're offering."
"Ugh, you're worse than Yamcha," she muttered under her breath before leading him into the lab.
Inside, the room was filled with rows of advanced machinery, half-assembled spaceships, and capsules neatly arranged in racks. Bulma perched on a stool, motioning for Gojo to sit across from her. "So, what do you want?"
Gojo leaned back in his seat. "I hear you're the smartest person on this planet. I thought we could exchange notes."
"Exchange notes?" Bulma raised an eyebrow. "What, you're a scientist too?"
"Not exactly," Gojo admitted. "But I do know a thing or two about manipulating space and dimensions. Your 'capsules' are impressive—compressing physical matter into something portable? Fascinating. But I bet I could improve on it."
Bulma's interest was piqued, but she wasn't about to let him off the hook that easily. "You're awfully confident for someone who doesn't even understand the science behind them."
"Who needs science when you've got raw talent?" Gojo teased, but then his tone shifted slightly, his grin softening. "But seriously, I'm not just here to chat. I want to understand this world better. Your tech is unlike anything I've seen in my universe, and I think it could be… useful."
Bulma scrutinized him for a moment, her sharp intellect trying to figure out his angle. Finally, she sighed. "Fine. You can stay and help out. But if you so much as touch the wrong button, I'm kicking you out."
Working with Bulma was, to Gojo, an amusing break from the intensity of battles. While she tinkered with gadgets and complained about Vegeta's antics, he spent his days testing Capsule Corp's inventions—and occasionally breaking them. His fascination with the technology grew, but it wasn't long before his mischief got him into trouble.
"Gojo!" Bulma shrieked one afternoon, marching into the testing chamber. "What the hell did you do to my gravity chamber?!"
Gojo, who was hovering midair in a room where the walls seemed to bend and ripple unnaturally, turned to her with a sheepish grin. "I might've… adjusted the gravity field. Just a little."
"Adjusted?" Bulma stormed in, jabbing a finger at him. "You warped the entire system! The chamber can barely hold itself together, let alone simulate controlled gravity! Do you have any idea how long it took me to build this?"
Gojo floated to the ground, rubbing the back of his neck. "Okay, okay, my bad. But hear me out—it's actually way more fun this way! Check this out."
Before Bulma could stop him, Gojo activated the chamber's new settings. The room twisted and folded in on itself, creating pockets of zero gravity interspersed with crushing weight. Bulma's initial anger faded as she watched the space warp in fascinating, impossible ways.
"It's not… bad," she admitted reluctantly. "But it's completely impractical."
"Not if you're me," Gojo said, stepping into one of the heavier gravity zones effortlessly. "I can handle this stuff like it's nothing. Want me to show you how it works?"
Bulma hesitated. She hated to admit it, but Gojo's modifications intrigued her. "Fine," she said. "But if you break anything else, you're banned from this lab."
The two spent the next several days refining Gojo's changes, turning the gravity chamber into a state-of-the-art training facility that even Vegeta grudgingly approved of.
After his time at Capsule Corp, Gojo decided to venture into the countryside. He wanted to see more of the world's people, understand what they were fighting to protect. His journey led him to a small, peaceful village nestled in the mountains. The villagers were kind but clearly troubled, their faces shadowed with fear.
"What's got everyone so tense?" Gojo asked, leaning casually against the village's well.
An elderly man, hunched with age, looked up at him with weary eyes. "It's the bandits," he said. "They've been raiding us for weeks. We've tried to fight back, but they're too strong."
Gojo tilted his head. "Bandits, huh? Strong ones?"
The man nodded. "They're led by someone who uses strange powers. We don't know how to stop him."
Gojo smiled, his excitement barely contained. "Sounds like my kind of problem."
The bandits arrived that evening, their leader striding confidently into the village square. He was tall and muscular, his energy wild and chaotic. He radiated ki, but it was unrefined, uncontrolled—a stark contrast to the precision Gojo was used to seeing in the Z-Fighters.
"Is this all the resistance you've got?" the leader sneered, gesturing at the frightened villagers. "Pathetic."
"You're not wrong," Gojo said, stepping forward. "But I'm here now, so why don't we even the odds?"
The leader's eyes narrowed. "Who the hell are you?"
"Just a tourist passing through," Gojo said, cracking his knuckles. "But I hate bullies, so I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson."
The fight was over almost as soon as it began. The bandit leader charged at Gojo, his fists blazing with ki, but every attack stopped inches from Gojo's body. The villagers watched in awe as the sorcerer dismantled the entire group with casual precision, his smile never fading.
When it was over, Gojo turned to the villagers, dusting off his hands. "There. That should keep them out of your hair for a while."
The villagers cheered, their gratitude overwhelming. But Gojo waved it off, his mind already drifting to the next adventure.