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He-El scratched his face, and a layer of dirt fell away with a swish.
Although, over the past twelve years, he had covered his body in mud from the age of one to avoid being detected by the keen sense of smell of ferocious beasts, and had never bothered with the condition of his skin because he had been immersed in training, it should not have been enough to scare a sixteen-year-old girl unconscious and make her scream that he was a man-eating monster.
"Is her mental fortitude really that weak?"
He-El muttered, bending down to catch the Five-Star Dragon Ball that had slipped from Bulma's hand and rolled toward him, then looked at Bulma.
Bulma was youthful and lovely, with soft, delicate skin. She wore a pink dress, a slender brown belt cinched around her waist, exposing her fair thighs.
She dared to enter a forest for an expedition dressed like that?
He-El could only feel that she was truly blessed with incredible luck.
Daring to explore in a skirt with her thighs exposed and not getting bitten even once by venomous insects or snakes—he did not know whether to call it fate's favor.
Shaking his head, He-El walked over to Bulma, grabbed the back of her clothes with one hand, pulling her figure into a lovely curved outline, then placed her on the table. He casually set the Five-Star Dragon Ball aside as well.
After that, He-El ignored Bulma and walked out of the cave. He held the fingers of his right hand together, gathering Ki over his palm in a serrated shape, cutting the T. rex he had hunted into large chunks of meat. He began eating on the spot while doing one-finger handstand push-ups on his left index finger, training without pause as he ate.