Tsulai's Journey to Vampa

"Broly, can I ask you a question?"

"What?"

"Why are you so good to me?"

"Am I that good to you?"

"Yeah."

Tsulai sat up and nodded very seriously.

"Anyway, ever since I can remember, no one has ever treated me this well. Not only are you willing to share delicious food with me every day, but you don't demand much from me either.

This is something only parents can do for their children, right? Is it called selfless devotion, or raising someone?!"

Although Tsulai had never gone to school, she had picked up quite a lot by observing and learning in the streets where she lived, especially about human relationships and social conduct.

Broly's kindness toward her was a little unusual. It made her wonder whether the boy wanted to become her adoptive father, or perhaps her owner.

Of course, if she could eat delicious food every day, calling him Little Daddy or Master would not be entirely unacceptable.

The little Tsulai of today was not yet the grown-up Tsulai who worked for the Frieza Force. A stable, long-term meal ticket was clearly worth more than her current pride.

"It isn't selfless devotion or raising someone. I also want to obtain something important to me from you."

Broly shook his head, denying Tsulai's claim about selfless devotion and raising someone.

"What is it?"

Tsulai looked over curiously. The leg closer to Broly was bent against her chest, as though she had unconsciously assumed a defensive posture. She seemed timid, yet also curious about what the boy wanted from her.

"Your happiness."

Broly answered seriously.

"Huh? What's that?"

Tsulai tilted her head.

"Exactly what it sounds like. I want you to feel happy and joyful, and to be satisfied with your current life."

The girl's grape-like toes curled uneasily against