Bulma, unable to keep sleeping with the fierce sunlight beating down on her, reluctantly opened her eyes. Her groggy head and throbbing headache made her irritable. She rubbed her temples as she sat up, intending to draw the curtains and get some proper sleep.
But when she sat up and saw her surroundings clearly, she finally realized this was not her room.
"Huh?"
After staring blankly for a while, fragments of memories vaguely surfaced. Bulma looked down at the unfamiliar oversized Weighted Vest she was wearing and finally understood what was going on.
"Could it be..."
Drunk, waking up in an unfamiliar room, dressed in clothes that were not hers—scenes from all kinds of steamy movies immediately began playing in her head.
Just then, Yinsen walked in, dressed in loose casual clothes.
"I figured you'd be awake by now!"
"Ah~!"
The images in Bulma's mind had not faded yet, so seeing the real person suddenly made her reaction especially dramatic. Her shriek made Yinsen instinctively lean back. If he had not been holding something, he would have wanted to cover his ears.
Fortunately, Bulma's scream did not last long. Yinsen placed what he was carrying on a nearby table and called out to Bulma, who was sitting on the bed.
"Get up and eat something. You must be hungry, right?"
"Uh..."
Bulma looked at Yinsen, then at herself.
"Last night..."
"Last night?" Yinsen glanced at Bulma and realized what she was thinking. "You threw up everywhere, kept babbling drunken nonsense, then slept like a corpse."
"And then?" Based on all those movies and novels, wasn't that when certain things usually happened?
"And then?" Yinsen waved his hand with a look of disgust, as if trying to disperse some lingering smell. "What else could have happened?"
"Uh..."
Bulma realized that apparently