"His name really is Grand Minister?" Bulma blinked her clever, wide eyes, keenly picking up on Broly's unusual reaction. She cautiously asked him to confirm.
"Maybe." Broly nodded, his expression still grave.
"That name sounds like some kind of charlatan!" Master Roshi muttered under his breath nearby.
"Yeah..." Bulma nodded along with Master Roshi, her brows furrowing. "That doesn't sound like a normal person's name."
"Broly, what's wrong with this person? Why did you suddenly ask about him?" Launch looked at Broly, who seemed to be bracing for a deadly enemy, utterly baffled.
"I don't know why, but it feels like some belief deep in my subconscious..." Broly raised a hand and irritably scratched his unruly black hair, trying to sort out his jumbled thoughts. "Or maybe it's a powerful impulse..."
"What belief? What impulse?" His hesitant answer piqued Bulma's curiosity, and she couldn't help pressing him.
Broly rubbed his firm, angular chin. A sharp glint flashed in his dark eyes, and then he spoke in a tone that sounded equal parts confused and certain. "The belief is... that I should pin this guy to the ground and give him a good beating!"
After saying that, Broly seemed to want to calm the sudden, inexplicable emotion. He shoved the potato chip he'd been holding into his mouth and crunched on it furiously, as if venting his anger.
"Pfft—" Bulma nearly choked on her own saliva. She imagined the scene and found it utterly absurd. "Could they be your parents? Did they leave you with some kind of psychological trauma? Or... did they abandon you...?"
As she spoke, Bulma herself thought the theory sounded a little melodramatic and discreetly wiped away some nonexistent cold sweat.
Master Roshi couldn't help rolling his eyes at Bulma.
You've got quite the imagination, girl!
*Broly