Even the Way He Eats an Apple Is So Handsome!

"Oh, really?" Son Goku's face shifted slightly. He clenched his fists tightly, his voice carrying urgency. "In that case, Master Roshi and the others are in danger!"

"But you can rest assured. Based on my deductions and foresight," Kami shifted the topic, continuing his analysis, "the newborn Piccolo, to prove himself and take revenge before the whole world, will likely choose to challenge Broly publicly at the next World Martial Arts Tournament. That's the perfect stage to display power and settle grudges."

"Broly probably won't enter the World Martial Arts Tournament, right?" Son Goku shook his head, making a decisive guess based on his understanding of Broly. "Krillin and I both entered the last two tournaments, and he didn't even have any interest in watching. He had to be dragged there by Grandpa later, let alone actually competing himself."

"So, that's another important reason I called you here." Kami looked at Son Goku, a faint, expectant smile on his face. "Broly likely won't participate, but you can! If Piccolo shows up and Broly's absent, you can represent Broly and defeat that newborn King Piccolo fair and square at the World Martial Arts Tournament!"

"I get it!" Son Goku immediately grasped Kami's intent, nodding firmly, his gaze turning resolute and serious.

"Mr. Popo and I, due to restrictions of identity and rules, have reasons we can't fight him directly." Kami gestured to himself and the silent Mr. Popo beside him, a hint of helplessness in his tone, but then he looked at Son Goku with trust. "So, the heavy responsibility of defeating that guy and protecting Earth's peace shifts from the possibly absent Broly to you! So, Son Goku, are you willing to take on this duty?"

"No problem! Leave it to me!" Son Goku agreed readily, without a moment's hesitation, puffing out his chest, his face brimming with confidence and fighting spirit. "Then I'll train hard! I'm going to get stronger here, catch up to Broly as fast as I can, and beat that newborn Piccolo! Protect everyone!"

"Excellent! I'm pleased to see you have such determination and a sense of responsibility." Kami was very satisfied with Son Goku's attitude, a look of approval on his face.

This kid's mind is simple, his goal clear, and he's full of drive—much easier to guide than that lazy guy named Broly.

If Broly came here...

Forget training, he'd probably just eat and sleep, turning the Lookout into a second Master Roshi's House...

"But before we start training," Son Goku's serious expression suddenly crumbled into embarrassment. He scratched his head sheepishly, squeezed his legs together, and said in a small voice, "I need to take a leak first... Is there a bathroom?"

The solemn atmosphere shattered instantly.

Kami stumbled, nearly falling flat on his face, quickly steadying himself. With a mix of amusement and exasperation, he pointed to an inconspicuous small door on the side of the main temple building.

"I can't hold it anymore..." Forgetting all manners, Son Goku hunched over and scurried toward the bathroom, leaving Kami and Mr. Popo staring at each other in bewilderment.

"Kami..." Mr. Popo's dark face seemed to show a trace of heaviness. He hesitated, then asked in a low voice, "So you and King Piccolo... are essentially the same person! Then... if... if King Piccolo, or that new individual of his, is truly defeated and killed, Kami... would you... would you also... die?"

"That's an unchangeable rule, and a consequence I must bear." Kami's expression returned to calm, but deep in his eyes was a hint of relief and resolve. "There's no other way. It's all because I left this scourge back then, and I must take full responsibility. A god cannot commit suicide, so I've long been waiting, waiting for someone to appear who can help me break free from this bind and eliminate the evil born from me..."

Popo: "..."

Mr. Popo fell silent, lowering his head, an indescribable sorrow welling up in his heart.

"In truth, that child Broly is incredibly strong... He possesses power I've never seen before." Kami's gaze drifted into the distance, as if piercing through the clouds to see the figure gorging himself at Master Roshi's House. He let out a long sigh, a note of regret in his voice. "I thought King Piccolo would be killed outright by him, that evil ended along with it... But unfortunately, Piccolo seemed to have planned an escape route, nurturing a new life in advance. Now, I hope the next heavy task will be shouldered by that promising young man, Goku. I'm certain that with his temperament and perseverance, as long as he trains hard, he'll complete this mission!"

"Mr. Popo's heart... is so sad..." Popo's lips twitched. Though his face remained expressionless, his voice betrayed his inner pain and reluctance.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Earth, at Master Roshi's House.

Sunshine, beach, waves—the scene was still one of leisure.

Inside, everyone sat together, still digesting the shocking news of the day.

"So Goku really went to train with Kami?" Yamcha rubbed his chin, musing, a mix of envy and disbelief on his face. "I never imagined... Kami, that legendary supreme being who watches over all from the heavens..."

"Training with Kami... what an honor and opportunity." Krillin sighed with emotion, longing in his eyes. "I wonder how strong Goku will be when he comes back..."

"Broly, why didn't you go? Such a great chance." Bulma couldn't help turning to Broly, who was lounging on the sofa, leisurely munching on an apple, and asked curiously.

"Boring." Broly didn't even lift an eyelid, shaking his head decisively, his tone flat but firm. "Training's no fun—tiring and dull. Eating well every day, sleeping well, enjoying life—that's the greatest joy."

With that, Broly took another big bite of the apple, juice spilling out, a satisfied look on his face.

Bulma covered her face with her hand, at a loss for words.

Come to think of it, what Broly said... actually makes some sense.

"Our Broly really knows how to enjoy life and live clearly!" Launch instantly became his number-one fan, hands clasped to her chest, gazing at Broly with infatuation, her blue eyes sparkling with adoration. In a syrupy sweet voice, she said, "I love boys who know how to live, who don't fight or scramble for things... Even the way he eats an apple is so handsome, so manly..."

Bulma rolled her eyes beside her, completely done with talking.

How lovesick can you get?

Your rose-tinted glasses must be eight hundred meters thick!