A low hum filled the cockpit as the Capsule Corp spaceship hurtled through the vast emptiness of space, its hull bathed in the pale glow of passing stars. Gojo Satoru lounged in the pilot's seat, legs stretched out, blindfold in place, but the subtle tilt of his head revealed he was keenly watching the cosmic panorama. Launch—currently in her purple-haired, docile form—sat beside him, scrolling through data feeds on the console, checking for nearby planets of interest.
It had been months since Gojo had ascended to astonishing levels of power, mastering "Black" and shaping entire celestial bodies at will. Yet with no urgent threats looming and no pressing goals besides simple curiosity, the pair found themselves in a rare moment of peace. There were no dust storms to brave, no monstrous training regimens to endure, just the endless tapestry of stars and the promise of new discoveries.
They wandered from world to world at their own pace, letting rumor and whim be their guide. On one stop, they visited Planet Torgyl, rumored for its raucous neon markets and labyrinthine alleyways. The planet lived up to its reputation: stalls hawked everything from exotic fruits that glowed under ultraviolet lamps to antique alien weaponry that hummed with faint energies. Launch loved trying out local sweets and occasionally sneezing from the intense spices (which often led to comedic moments as she flipped to her blonde persona mid-bargain). Meanwhile, Gojo strolled casually, Infinity subtly deterring pickpockets and petty thieves who mistook him for an easy target.
When Torgyl's crowds and noise grew tiresome, they hopped over to Planet Elysara, a serene world blanketed in lavender forests and shining lakes. There, they rented a small skimmer boat and drifted across calm waters that shimmered under starlight. Launch, in a particularly gentle mood, even managed to teach Gojo a simple local fishing technique—though his Infinity often scared the fish away if he wasn't careful. Their days passed in an idyllic haze of fishing, cooking local produce, and swapping jokes about the cosmic scale of their travels.
They spent time on Madin IV, famed for its towering crystal spires that channeled solar winds into breathtaking light displays at dusk. For Gojo, it was yet another opportunity to test his refined eyes (the Six Eyes) on a phenomenon so visually intricate. But mostly, they just enjoyed the show—giant, prismatic flashes across the horizon, as if the planet itself danced under a cosmic disco ball. Launch would sometimes stand in awe, forgetting to breathe until Gojo teased her for acting "star-struck."
Though they occasionally stumbled upon planets with mild conflicts—like marauding space pirates or local warlords trying to seize territory—Gojo's reputation and his gentle but unbreakable Infinity deterred most. When force was necessary, a quick demonstration of Black Blue or Black Red ended disputes before they started. In truth, these scuffles hardly challenged him anymore. Still, Launch insisted on caution, reminding him how power could stir curiosity among greater forces. Gojo, in turn, took pains to avoid wanton displays, using only the bare minimum of what was needed. He had no desire to attract cosmic-level threats—unless, of course, curiosity drove him there first.
Their routine became one of comfortable exploration
In the mornings they woke whenever they pleased, sometimes on the ship, sometimes in a temporary lodging. Launch might experiment with local recipes if they'd found a particularly intriguing market the day before. Gojo would lounge, reading or tinkering with Infinity-based contraptions like a space-compatibility mod for Tien's Tri-Beam gauntlet he'd once studied.
In the afternoon they pick a new site to explore—be it a bustling city or a natural wonder. Launch's docile side enjoyed the cultural side of each place, while her blonde, more aggressive persona got a thrill from testing out local sports or dodging feisty wildlife. Gojo observed everything with a relaxed interest, occasionally offering hints of Infinity to help Launch if her feisty side got carried away.
Typically, they shared a meal in the evening, sometimes joined by local friends they'd made. Then, Launch either practiced shooting at star-lit targets in her blonde personality or tried new craft-making taught by local artisans when purple-haired. Gojo occasionally set aside an hour to refine his synergy with "Black," though only at low intensity. He found that maintaining a steady training routine kept him sharp without overshadowing their wanderlust.
It was, as Launch often teased, "the best retirement plan a hyper-powered sorcerer and sneeze-prone gun-slinger could ask for." Neither had illusions that it would last forever—something always lurked in the vast cosmos. But they savored the lull while it lasted.
One starlit night, they found themselves in the cockpit, scanning a starmap for their next destination. Launch, in her gentler self, flipped through data logs. "Huh," she said, tapping the screen. "We're near an uncharted sector. Bulma's old references call it a place best avoided—supposedly full of meteor storms and few habitable planets."
Gojo perked up, pivoting his seat. "Meteor storms can be pretty, though. Also, unexplored territory might hold something interesting."
Launch raised an eyebrow. "We could also just check out that tourist hotspot over in the Miota system. They have those famous ring waterfalls."
He chuckled. "True, but we've done a lot of touristy stuff lately. I say let's drift into that uncharted sector. Worst case, it's just empty. Best case, we find something cool."
She shrugged, a playful smile touching her lips. "Can't argue. Once you set your mind on 'mystery,' there's no dissuading you."
They set course, letting the autopilot guide them into the starless patch of space. Indeed, meteor showers occasionally battered the ship's shields, but Gojo's Infinity easily softened the impacts. Over the next few weeks, they hopped from star system to star system, gleaning only sparse data. Most worlds here were barren or battered by cosmic debris.
Eventually, however, the ship's sensors picked up a faint signal—a reading of minimal life forms on a remote planet overshadowed by swirling green radiation bands. Launch raised a brow, toggling the monitors. "Huh. That planet's not even on Bulma's extended charts."
Gojo leaned in, scanning the display. The readouts indicated dangerous wildlife, swirling acid pools, and precious little in the way of resources. Yet something about it beckoned. "It's called… Vampa?" he read from the faint glyph that scrolled across the screen. "Strange name. Doesn't ring a bell."
Launch typed a quick query, pulling what meager intel there was. "Says it's basically a hostile environment. Little water, lots of nasty creatures. Doesn't look like a place people settle."
Gojo shrugged. "We survived that training planet. Maybe we'll find something interesting."
She gave him a mock glare. "Knowing you, you probably hope so. Fine, let's check it out, but if it's just a giant bug-infested rock, we leave immediately."
He smirked. "Deal."
Landing in the Unknown
The approach to Planet Vampa proved tricky. The swirling radiation bands hammered the ship's shields, forcing Launch to deviate from the autopilot, which panicked at the uncharted hazards. Gojo's Infinity took the brunt of meteor fragments, disintegrating them before they could damage the hull. Eventually, with cautious maneuvering, they found a stable orbit.
Peering through the viewport, Launch and Gojo surveyed the planet's surface. A bleak, greenish tint covered the land, dotted with spiky rock formations and suspiciously active geysers. Occasional bursts of swirling, bug-like creatures soared across the skies in tight, predatory flocks. The entire world radiated a savage, untamed vibe that reminded them of an extra-harsh version of the place Gojo had once used to train.
"Wow," Launch whispered, flipping from docile to blonde with a sudden sneeze. "ACHOO! Ugh… Sorry. But geez, this place looks like it wants to eat us."
Gojo chuckled, pulling up atmospheric data. "Low water content, air's barely breathable, but we've got suits if needed. Thermal readings show subterranean caves with possible pockets of life. Must be how anything survives here."
Launch scanned for a reasonable landing site. "Let's aim for that plateau near those weird trees—if that's what they are."
With careful piloting, she lowered the ship, engines whirring as dust swirled beneath the thrusters. The landing gear engaged, metal groaning under the planet's gravity, which was slightly higher than standard. As they touched down, a dull roar of wind battered the hull.
Inside, the pair exchanged looks. "Well," Gojo said with a hint of excitement, "ready for a new adventure?"
Launch—hair still blonde, eyes gleaming—snorted. "Adventures, yeah. Just don't get yourself swallowed by giant bugs. That's my job to save you, remember?"
He shook his head, a grin tugging at his lips. "I'll try not to give you the extra work."
They donned light protective gear, though Gojo half-joked he could handle whatever the planet threw at him with Infinity alone. Launch insisted on caution, brandishing one of her trusty guns—just in case. With a final press of the airlock release, the ship's hatch slid open, revealing the harsh, green-tinted environment of Planet Vampa.
A gust of stale, acrid wind slapped them in the face. The ground felt spongy and uneven, and the air thrummed with insectoid chittering from unknown creatures. The entire landscape seemed alive in a predatory sense, from the twisted vegetation to the canyon ridges that howled with wind.
Gojo stepped forward, Infinity softly shimmering around him. Launch followed, carefully scanning the area. "This place definitely wants to kill us," she muttered.
"Let it try," Gojo murmured, not as a challenge but with the calm of someone who had trained in far worse.
They ventured a few paces away from the ship, gazing across the bizarre terrain under the sickly green sky. Whatever secrets Planet Vampa held, they would uncover them in due time. For now, the hush of this savage world pressed in, and their footsteps crunched on the strange soil that seemed almost organic underfoot.
"Stay close," Gojo advised, though Launch hardly needed telling. She tapped the side of her helmet, adjusting the filtration.
The wind carried distant roars, and faint tremors vibrated the ground—a sign of something massive moving just beneath the surface, perhaps. A quick glance passed between them. Danger or discovery? They'd find out soon enough.
And so, after months of easy wandering across gentler worlds, Gojo and Launch found themselves on Vampa—a planet that few dared approach. There was no telling what awaited them amid the swirling dust storms and lurking creatures. But if there was one thing they'd learned in their time traveling the Universe, it was that the greatest surprises and revelations often lay in the most unexpected, forbidding corners.
As they pressed onward, the ship at their back, the night began to fall, painting the green sky in deeper, haunting shades. Somewhere in the distance, a monstrous screech echoed. Gojo's lips curved into a faint, excited smile.
"Now this," he murmured, "could be interesting."
Launch simply exhaled, flipping her gun off safety, and the two continued into the unknown wilderness of Vampa—together, as ever, ready for whatever the Universe threw at them next.