A Good Mindset Makes for a Long Life

"That, well... hehe!" Master Roshi wore an awkward, helpless expression and lowered his voice even further. "It seems this Broly kid is a bit picky, too. He made it clear he wasn't interested in the blonde one... He said he prefers the blue-haired Launch as she is now. After all, she can cook, and her food really suits his taste! Uh... As for the blonde one, besides knowing how to use a gun, she really doesn't seem to know how to cook. Her food is either burnt or undercooked..."

Bulma pressed a hand to her forehead, speechless once again.

This was supposed to be twice the fun—a blessing of having both women!

And Broly actually wasn't interested in the hot-blooded, passionate Blonde Launch?

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

That was an awfully practical standard for choosing a partner!

"After Blonde Launch made a few advances and got rejected by that blockhead Broly, she got a little angry," Master Roshi continued, gossiping with a long sigh. "Now, whenever she sneezes and turns blonde, she takes it out on Broly. Either she ignores him or deliberately picks a fight with him. They haven't spoken in almost three years."

"Wait... They've been giving each other the cold shoulder for three years?" Bulma was at a loss for words, feeling as though her worldview was being constantly overturned. She marveled, "They're really something... Their relationship is so complicated! Did they start ignoring each other after one sneeze, and then make up instantly after another?"

"That's pretty much it. It all depends on the sneezing," Master Roshi said with a deeply understanding nod.

Bulma fell silent.

Bulma decided to give up trying to understand this complicated relationship.

After a brief silence, Bulma changed the subject, which was giving her a headache.

"By the way, has Broly really not trained at all these past three years? Has he just been relying on his natural strength?" Bulma asked.

"Yep, he's exactly the same as before. Nothing could budge him." Master Roshi nodded. His tone held a touch of helplessness, as well as the calm acceptance of someone who had long since gotten used to it. "The most exercise he gets each day is moving from the bed to the dining table, then from the dining table to the picnic mat on the beach. Now he's added playing video games to his routine."

"Training's no fun. It's tiring and boring." Hearing them talk about him, Broly looked up and flashed his trademark goofy grin, repeating his core life philosophy.

"By the way, where did that kid Yamcha go? Aren't you two together?" Master Roshi pushed up his sunglasses, which had slipped down his nose, and looked around. Not seeing the familiar figure, he asked Bulma.

"Yamcha..." At the mention of him, Bulma looked annoyed and spoke with a pout. "Not long after he got back to West City, he left me a letter and then took off on his own!"

"That's right. Yamcha went off to train by himself," Oolong added.

"He left me behind, too!" Puar nodded along, sounding a little aggrieved.

"Hmph! That guy must have been so fired up by Broly and Goku three years ago that he decided to secretly work hard and make a stunning comeback!" Bulma ground her teeth in irritation. She was clearly still resentful about Yamcha abandoning her.

"Haha, Yamcha did that, too?" Master Roshi laughed when he heard this, as if he recognized it as a common affliction among young people. "That kid Krillin was the same! Three years ago, he told me he was going to train, then took off in a flash! Broly showing off his strength and Goku going to train with Kami must have really gotten to them. They're both determined to prove themselves!"

"Broly, look. Everyone's been training hard these past three years." Bulma turned to Broly, who looked utterly unconcerned, her expression growing a little more serious. "You're really strong right now, but if you keep refusing to train, Goku and the others will surpass you one day. Don't come crying about it then."

"Mm." Broly simply gave a quiet reply and nodded, his expression still calm and unconcerned.

As far as Broly was concerned, whether he got surpassed seemed nowhere near as important as deciding what to eat next.

Or figuring out the most fun way to beat the game.

"You really are something... You've got such a good mindset. You don't care about any of this at all." Bulma couldn't help commenting as she looked at Broly, who was as stubbornly unmoved as ever.

That kind of pure lack of ambition was, in its own way, a state of being.

"A good mindset makes for a long life," Master Roshi remarked with a nod, though it was hard to tell whether he meant it as praise or criticism.

"Hello."

As they were talking, an unfamiliar young man's voice, tinged with a little huskiness, sounded nearby.

Broly and the others all froze and looked toward the voice.

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

He held a black umbrella. His handsome face wore a gentle smile.

What drew the most attention was the white headband neatly wrapped around his hair, hiding his hairstyle from view.

"Grandpa, Broly, is everyone doing well?" The young man gave them a familiar, slightly guileless smile, his eyes sweeping over the group as he greeted them warmly. "Where are Yamcha, Krillin, and Tien Shinhan? Have they gone into the qualifying rounds yet? And Broly, are you really not going to compete?"

The young man fired off a string of questions, clearly well-informed about the situation.

At his words, Broly and the others seemed to suddenly realize something. They all froze, their eyes fixed on the unfamiliar yet somehow familiar young man.

"G-Goku?" Master Roshi was the first to react. He adjusted his sunglasses and leaned closer, looking the sturdy young man up and down. He stared blankly for a moment, almost failing to recognize him.

Bulma was even more shocked. She covered her mouth with one hand, her eyes wide as if she were witnessing an unbelievable miracle.

"Could it be..." Launch studied the young man's familiar eyes and smile, seeming to guess who he was.

"Huh? What are you talking about? Of course it's me." Son Goku looked strangely at Broly and the others, who seemed frozen in place. He didn't understand why they were reacting like that.

Then Son Goku looked up at the sky and smiled cheerfully. "Ah... Great, it looks like the rain's letting up!"

As he spoke, Son Goku casually folded up the umbrella in his hand, letting the fine raindrops fall on him and the conspicuous white headband.

"Y-you're kidding, right? Are you really Goku?" Little Oolong rubbed his eyes and cried out in disbelief.

"What? You can't recognize me just because I wrapped up my hair?" Son Goku smiled, grabbed one end of the headband, and casually took it off.

At once, his trademark black hair, spiking upward like flames, was revealed in all its glory before Broly and the others!

Combined with his now fully matured, sharply defined, sun-bright face and muscular build, he radiated a powerful, vibrant energy!