Even the Way He Eats an Apple Is So Handsome!

"Huh? Really?" Son Goku's expression changed slightly. He clenched both fists, his voice urgent. "Then Grandpa Roshi and the others are in danger!"

"But you needn't worry. Based on my deductions and predictions," Kami continued, changing tack, "the new Piccolo will likely want to prove himself and take revenge in front of the whole world. He may choose to publicly challenge Broly at the next World Martial Arts Tournament! It would be the perfect stage to show off his power and settle old scores."

"But Broly probably won't enter the World Martial Arts Tournament, will he?" Son Goku shook his head, making a firm assessment based on what he knew of Broly. "Krillin and I entered the last two tournaments, but Broly wasn't even interested in going to watch. Grandpa had to drag him there last time, and there's no way he'd enter the competition himself."

"That's another important reason I called you here." Kami looked at Son Goku with a faint, hopeful smile. "Broly probably won't enter the tournament, but you can! If Piccolo shows up and Broly doesn't, you can represent Broly and defeat the new King Piccolo fair and square at the World Martial Arts Tournament!"

"I understand!" Son Goku immediately grasped Kami's intention. He nodded emphatically, his gaze growing resolute and serious.

"Master Popo and I can't fight him directly because of the restrictions imposed by our positions and the rules." Kami pointed to himself and the silent Mr. Popo beside him. A trace of helplessness crept into his voice, but he soon turned to Son Goku with renewed faith. "So the responsibility of defeating that fellow and protecting peace on Earth must pass from Broly, who may not show up, to you! What do you say, Son Goku? Are you willing to take on this responsibility?"

"No problem! Leave it to me!" Son Goku agreed without a moment's hesitation. He puffed out his chest, his face brimming with confidence and fighting spirit. "Then I'll train hard! I'll get stronger here and surpass Broly as soon as I can, then defeat the new Piccolo! I'll protect everyone!"

"Excellent! I'm glad to see you have such determination and a sense of responsibility." Kami was very pleased with Son Goku's attitude, and smiled approvingly.

This kid was simple-minded, had a clear goal, and was full of energy. He was much easier to guide than that lazy fellow named Broly.

If Broly came here...

Forget training. He'd probably do nothing but eat and sleep, and treat the Lookout like a second Master Roshi's House...

"But before I start training..." Son Goku's stern expression suddenly fell. Looking somewhat embarrassed, he scratched his head, squeezed his legs together, and spoke in a small voice. "I'd like to use the bathroom first... Is there one?"

The solemn atmosphere shattered in an instant.

Kami stumbled and nearly fell flat on his face. He hurriedly steadied himself, then pointed, caught between laughter and exasperation, to an inconspicuous little door on the side of the main building.

"I can't hold it..." Son Goku didn't have time to worry about manners. He hurried off toward the bathroom, almost doubled over, leaving Kami and Mr. Popo staring at each other.

"Kami..." Mr. Popo's dark face seemed to show a hint 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 his newly born self, really is defeated and killed, will you... will you die too?"

"That is a rule that cannot be changed, and a consequence I must bear." Kami's expression returned to calm, though a trace of acceptance and resolve remained deep in his eyes. "There is no other way. It's all because I left behind this calamity back then. I have to take responsibility for it to the very end. A god cannot take his own life, so I have been waiting all this time for someone to appear—someone who could free me from this burden once and for all, and destroy the evil born from me..."

Mr. Popo: "..."

Mr. Popo fell silent and lowered his head, an indescribable sadness welling up inside him.

"Broly really is an incredibly powerful boy... He possesses a strength I've never seen before." Kami turned his gaze toward the distance, as though he could see through the clouds to Broly, who was feasting at Master Roshi's House. He let out a long sigh, his voice tinged with regret. "I thought King Piccolo would be completely killed by him, ending that evil along with him... But unfortunately, Piccolo seems to have planned an escape route long ago and brought a new life into being ahead of time. Now, I can only hope the burden ahead will be carried by Goku, a young man full of potential. I'm sure that with his character and perseverance, he'll complete this task as long as he trains hard!"

"Mr. Popo... feels so sad..." Mr. Popo pursed his lips. His face still showed little emotion, but his voice revealed the sorrow and reluctance he felt.

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

Sunshine, beaches, and waves—the scene was as peaceful as ever.

Inside, everyone sat together, still trying to process the many shocking revelations of the day.

"Goku really went off to train with Kami?" Yamcha stroked his chin thoughtfully, looking envious and a little incredulous. "I never would've imagined it... Kami, the supreme being who lives in the heavens and watches over all living things..."

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

"Broly, why didn't you go? It was such a great opportunity." Bulma turned to look at Broly, who was lounging on the sofa and leisurely biting into an apple. She asked curiously.

"Boring." Broly didn't even lift his eyelids. He shook his head without hesitation, his tone calm but firm. "Training's no fun. It's tiring and tedious. Eating well, sleeping well, and enjoying life every day—that's the greatest pleasure there is."

As he spoke, Broly took another big bite of the apple. Juice ran everywhere, and a satisfied look spread across his face.

Bulma couldn't help covering her face with her hand, at a loss for words.

Thinking about it, what Broly said... actually made a lot of sense.

"Our Broly really knows how to enjoy life. He's got it all figured out!" Launch immediately turned into his number-one fan. She clasped her hands to her chest and gazed at Broly with adoration, her blue eyes glittering with admiration. In a sickly sweet voice, she said, "I just love boys who know how to enjoy life and don't fight over anything... Even the way he eats an apple is so handsome, so manly..."

Bulma rolled her eyes as she listened from the side, no longer wanting to say a word.

Just how lovestruck could you be?

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