A Good Mindset Means a Long Life

"Well, that... hehe!" Master Roshi wore a helpless, wry smile, lowering his voice even further. "Seems like that Broly kid's a bit picky? He flat-out said he's not interested in the blonde one... says he prefers the blue-haired Launch, since she can cook and her food suits his taste just right! Uh... as for the blonde one, aside from using guns, she really can't cook—everything's either burnt or undercooked..."

Bulma rubbed her forehead, once again at a loss for words.

This was supposed to be double the joy, the best of both worlds!

And Broly actually turned down that fiery, passionate Blonde Launch?

And the reason... was because Blonde Launch couldn't cook?!

That's way too practical a standard for a partner!

"Blonde Launch tried buttering him up a few times, but after Broly, that blockhead, rejected her, she got pretty mad," Roshi continued gossiping with a long sigh. "Now every time she sneezes and turns blonde, she's sulking at Broly—either ignoring him or deliberately picking fights. They haven't spoken in almost three years."

"Three years of cold war?" Bulma was speechless, feeling like her worldview kept getting shattered. She clicked her tongue in amazement. "Only they could pull that off... What a complicated relationship! So one sneeze starts the cold war, and another sneeze instantly makes up?"

"Pretty much, it all depends on the sneeze." Roshi nodded in deep agreement.

Bulma: "..."

Bulma decided to give up trying to understand this tangled web of relationships.

After a moment of silence, she shifted the topic that was giving her a headache.

"So, Broly these three years... he really hasn't trained at all? Just relying on his natural strength?" Bulma asked.

"Yeah, same as always, rock steady." Roshi nodded, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness and a touch of resigned acceptance. "His biggest daily movement is from the bed to the table, then from the table to the picnic mat on the beach, and now he's added gaming to the list."

"Training's no fun, too tiring and boring." Broly, hearing himself being talked about, looked up and flashed a signature, slightly goofy grin, reiterating his core values.

"By the way, where's that Yamcha kid? Aren't you two together?" Roshi pushed up his slipping sunglasses, glanced around, and not seeing the familiar figure, asked Bulma.

"Yamcha..." At the mention of Yamcha, Bulma's face soured, and she huffed angrily. "After he got back to West City, he left a letter not long after and took off on his own!"

"Yeah, Yamcha went off to train alone." Oolong chimed in.

"And he left me behind too!" Puar nodded, his voice tinged with grievance.

"Hmph! That guy must've been rattled by Broly and Goku three years ago, swearing he'd work hard in secret and then shock everyone!" Bulma gritted her teeth, clearly still holding a grudge over Yamcha's abandonment.

"Haha, Yamcha too, huh!" Roshi laughed heartily at that, as if seeing a common flaw in the younger generation. "Krillin's the same! Three years ago, he told me he was going to train and then bolted! Must've been seriously shaken by Broly's display of power and Goku going to train with Kami—they're all holding back a fire!"

"Broly, look, everyone's been training hard these three years," Bulma turned to Broly, who looked utterly unconcerned, her expression growing a bit more serious. "You're strong now, but if you never train, one day Goku and the others will surpass you. Don't come crying then."

"Mm." Broly just gave a soft grunt and nodded, his face still calm and indifferent.

Being surpassed or not seemed far less important to Broly than figuring out what to eat next.

And how to beat this game more interestingly.

"You... really are something, with that attitude, huh? Don't care about any of it." Bulma couldn't help but sigh, looking at Broly's impenetrable demeanor.

That kind of pure lack of ambition was, in a way, its own level of enlightenment.

"Good attitude, long life." Roshi nodded in commentary, unclear if it was praise or criticism.

"Hello."

Just as they were talking, a strange, slightly husky young male voice sounded nearby.

Broly and the others were startled and turned to look.

A tall, powerfully built young man stood nearby, having appeared without anyone noticing.

He held a black umbrella, his face handsome, with a gentle smile on his lips.

Most striking was the white headband carefully wrapped around his hair, hiding his hairstyle.

"Gramps, Broly, everyone doing well?" The young man's face showed a familiar, slightly naive grin as his gaze swept over the group, his tone warm. "Where are Yamcha, Krillin, and Tien Shinhan? Already in the prelim venue? And Broly, you're really not joining the tournament?"

He fired off a series of questions, clearly familiar with the situation.

At that, Broly and the others snapped to attention, suddenly realizing something, and froze, their eyes all locking onto the stranger's face, which felt both unfamiliar and vaguely familiar.

"Goku... Goku?" Roshi was the first to react, adjusting his sunglasses and leaning in to look up and down at the strapping young man, who was even taller than him, stunned and barely recognizing him.

Bulma was so shocked she covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide as if she'd seen some incredible miracle.

"Could it be..." Launch looked thoughtfully at the young man's familiar eyes and smile, seeming to guess as well.

"Huh? What are you all saying? Of course it's me." Son Goku looked oddly at Broly and the others, who seemed petrified, not understanding their reaction.

Then Goku looked up at the sky and flashed a bright smile. "Ah... great, the rain's letting up!"

With that, he casually folded his umbrella, letting the fine drizzle fall on him and that conspicuous white headband.

"No way... you're really Goku?" Little Oolong rubbed his eyes, exclaiming in disbelief.

"What? I wrap up my hair, and you can't recognize me?" Goku chuckled, reached up, grabbed a corner of the headband, and casually pulled it off.

Instantly, that iconic, flame-like, upward-spiking black hedgehog hairstyle was fully revealed to Broly and the others!

Combined with his now matured, sharply defined, sun-drenched face and robust physique, a powerful, vibrant aura surged forth!