Who are you calling short?

Krillin watched Paji's flustered expression and couldn't help but chuckle. He then exchanged a look with Bulma.

Bulma shook her head helplessly and pulled a small, sealed box from a compressed pocket in her tactical vest.

With a flick of her thumb, the lid popped open.

A rich aroma of caramel, mixed with the fragrance of high-quality cream, instantly spread out.

This was a handcrafted caramel pudding that required reservations half a month in advance even at top restaurants in West City, its surface even adorned with a small piece of edible gold leaf.

Bulma held the box and slowly walked behind a large rock, waving the pudding above Paji's pointed-eared head twice.

Her olfactory nerves reacted faster than her reason.

Paji's nose twitched violently, and her tightly shut eyes snapped open. Most of the redness receded, replaced by a fanatical craving for sugar.

She practically launched herself forward, snatching the pudding box from Bulma's hand. She didn't even bother with a spoon, directly digging in with her rough fingers and stuffing a large chunk into her mouth.

"Mmmph... so delicious..."

Paji mumbled incoherently, tears streaming down her face. Her earlier psychological trauma shattered before the extreme sweetness.

"Shorty, it's time to get serious."

Krillin walked up to her, looking down at the blue-skinned guide who barely reached one meter in height.

"We've got the first Dragon Ball. Next, we're heading to the Second Demon Realm. Which way do we go?"

Paji frowned slightly and retorted in a low voice.

"Who are you calling shorty?!"

She then swallowed the last bite of pudding, licked the caramel residue off her fingers reluctantly, and stood up, slapping her thighs.

"To the Second Demon Realm? Uncle Bald Head, you're thinking too simply."

She picked up the Magic Gun she had dropped and tapped