There's Another Named Bulla

In an apartment building in a small city near West City.

Bulla's home.

Bulla opened the door and invited Roland and the other four into her home. As the daughter of the richest person in the world, Bulla had access to excellent social resources, but for personal reasons, her relationship with her family was not harmonious, so she had moved out alone and rented a place outside.

"You live here by yourself?"

After Tights entered Bulla's room, she looked around. Bulla's place was fairly spacious, split into two floors. The decor was not luxurious, and there were only four rooms, along with a kitchen, bathroom, and a separate training room.

"I don't get along with my family."

Bulla tossed the keys aside, took juice from the refrigerator, and drank it down in gulps.

Tights frowned slightly. She had no idea how Bulla of this world got along with Bulma, or why she would live outside alone.

But as an adult, Tights did not plan to pry. She made up her mind inwardly: I'll ask after I meet Bulma. A child living outside alone is never a good thing.

"Bulla, my name is Tights. Technically, you should call me Auntie. By the way, has Bulma ever mentioned me to you?"

"No." Bulla's answer was very straightforward.

"..."

Tights was instantly very embarrassed. That made no sense. Could it be that she in this world had died young again? Judging from the several worlds Roland and Emma had traveled through, the probability of her dying young was quite high.

"We just arrived on Earth and don't know much about the situation here. Could you give us a rough idea?"

"Sure." Bulla's tone was somewhat flat. After that, she told them about the major events that had happened in the past few years.