Launch: I Like You Too, Broly

Bulma's mind churned with a thousand tangled thoughts in that moment.

As they were still speaking, immersed in shock and a swirl of complex emotions—

"Buzzzzz—"

The familiar roar of an airplane engine suddenly sounded from outside.

"It's Grandpa and the others!" Son Goku's ears twitched. He was the first to react, calling out in delighted surprise.

Everyone immediately poured out of the house.

A small plane was slowly descending onto the flat ground by the beach.

The hatch opened, and Broly was the first to leap out.

After landing, Broly casually patted his clothes, his face still wearing that indifferent, unconcerned expression toward everything around him.

Master Roshi followed, climbing down with a somewhat clumsy motion. Though fatigue showed on his face, his brows carried an unmistakable smugness and relief.

Chiaotzu carefully supported the still-unconscious Tien Shinhan, who remained in a drug-induced slumber, as they floated gently to the ground.

Hearing the commotion outside.

"Goku! You brat! You came back to life too? Great!" Master Roshi spotted the lively, bouncing Son Goku at once. His face broke into a wide grin, and he strode over, clapping Goku on the shoulder with gusto. He felt a surge of energy, as if all his earlier exhaustion had vanished.

After all, he'd picked up a grandson as absurdly powerful as Broly out of nowhere, and on top of that, resolved a world crisis.

Master Roshi felt his old face had gained no small amount of glory. That pride put him in an excellent mood.

"Grandpa, I didn't die." Goku scratched his head, wincing from the heavy pats, then briefly recounted what had happened to him.

After hearing this, everyone let out another round of sighs and relief—marveling at Goku's luck and grateful that the crisis was finally over.

After a moment of reflection, everyone present, as if by unspoken agreement, turned their gazes in unison—filled with curiosity, shock, wonder, and even a hint of awe—toward Broly, who had just returned and was heading for the house.

But Broly acted as if he didn't feel the weight of those stares at all, nor did he show any interest in the topic they were discussing.

The first thing Broly did after coming back was walk straight to the refrigerator, muttering to himself, "Starving... flew for so long..."

With that, he began rummaging through the fridge for food, completely ignoring everyone else.

Sensing the unusual silence behind him, Broly stopped.

He turned around, saw everyone staring at him with strange expressions, and froze for a moment. Then, as if he understood, his face immediately turned wary. He spread his arms like a mother hen protecting her chicks, blocking the fridge door, and said in a very serious tone, "What are you all looking at me for? Let me make this clear—everything in this fridge is mine! Nobody's taking it! Anyone who tries, I'll fight them!"

Everyone looked at Broly's earnest, food-guarding expression, then recalled his terrifying strength in effortlessly killing King Piccolo. Their mouths twitched in unison, a sense of absurdity washing over them.

Who would dare compete for food with someone who could crush King Piccolo like a bug...

"Broly, what do you like to eat? I... I'll cook it for you right now." Launch hurried forward, her face wearing a smile so gentle it could melt butter, her voice soft as she spoke, her eyes full of admiration and a faint, barely noticeable reverence.

"Huh? You changed back?" Broly looked at Launch's smooth blue hair, compared it to her earlier blonde, hot-tempered state, and nodded with some excitement. He spoke bluntly, "Great. That blonde-haired you can't cook—the food's a bit burnt... I like the blue-haired you better. Your cooking tastes good."

"I... I really like you too..." Hearing Broly's words, Launch's pretty face flushed with two rosy clouds. Her heart raced as she mustered her courage and whispered her feelings.

"I want to eat some dumplings." Broly seemed not to pay much attention to the second half of Launch's sentence—or rather, his focus was entirely consumed by food. He licked his lips, a look of anticipation on his face as he spoke to Launch.

Chiaotzu: "!!!!"

Floating off to the side, Chiaotzu heard Broly's words and shuddered violently. His small face instantly turned deathly pale, drained of all color!

Chiaotzu stared at Broly in terror, trembling, a desperate scream echoing in his mind.

You... you want to eat people?!

I don't taste good!

I'm all bones, no meat!

Brother Tian! Brother Tian! Save me!

Why are you still sleeping?!

"Huh? Dumplings taste good?" Goku's curiosity was piqued. He leaned in, looking at Broly, then at Chiaotzu, who looked about to faint from fear, and asked with interest.

Feeling Goku's probing gaze, Chiaotzu grew even more frightened. He wished he could dig a hole and hide, or just pass out on the spot.

At that moment, Chiaotzu felt like his little heart was about to stop beating.

I feel like... Master Roshi's school is even more evil than Master Shen's!

His grandson wants to eat me, and his disciple looks like he wants to eat me too!

This place is too dangerous! I want to go home!

"I'll get it ready!" Launch heard Broly's words, her face still carrying a gentle blush. She nodded softly and obediently, then turned and went into the kitchen.

The next moment, Launch came out holding a kitchen knife.

"Broly, how do you want the dumplings?" Launch asked. "Dry or wet?"

Chiaotzu's small face instantly lost every trace of color, turning as pale as paper. Beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down his forehead.

"Whoosh!"

Then, with a short, startled cry, Chiaotzu reacted almost instinctively. He immediately activated the Sky Dancing Technique and, like a frightened rabbit, shot out through the open window of the living room in a panicked, reckless flight!

His figure traced a frantic arc through the sky, quickly disappearing into the distant line where sea met sky, vanishing from sight.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"What's wrong with him? Why did he suddenly fly away?" Son Goku looked in the direction Chiaotzu had disappeared, scratched his head, and wore a puzzled expression.

"You two..." Bulma stared at these two thick-headed guys, helplessly pressed a hand to her forehead, silently wiped away the cold sweat beading there, and explained with a tone of exasperation, "You just said you wanted to eat dumplings... Don't forget, that kid's name is Chiaotzu!"

Hearing this, everyone was taken aback at first, then it suddenly clicked.

Imagining Chiaotzu's terrified expression from earlier, combined with this ridiculous misunderstanding, everyone couldn't help but burst into a cheerful and loud round of laughter.

The air inside and outside Master Roshi's House was filled with a lively atmosphere.

After the wave of laughter and joy, the mood lightened considerably.

A little while later, that small white figure hesitantly and awkwardly floated back in through the window.

Chiaotzu, his face red, slowly descended and hid behind the still-sleeping Tien Shinhan, poking only half his head out to look at everyone with an embarrassed expression.