Chi-Chi invited Bardock to the table and pulled out a chair.
"Please sit down, father-in-law, you're welcome."
Bardock When he sat down, his posture looked like he was about to start a fight.
The back is straight, the hands are on the knees, and the muscles are tight.
He looked at the teacup on the table.
The cup is too small.
The snacks are also too small.
He suspected that this food was for cubs and would not fill their stomachs at all.
Chi-Chi immediately noticed his discomfort.
"Are you hungry? I'll go to the kitchen to cook. Please wait a moment."
Goku's eyes lit up and he raised his hands.
"Great! I'm hungry too! I want a big barbecue!"
Chi-Chi glared at him without mercy.
"You were running around outside just now, so of course you are hungry."
Goku smiled and touched his head, knowing that Chi-Chi was just being tough.
Bardock watched Chi-Chi turn around and enter the house, hesitating for a moment.
"She... is very imposing."
Gohan lowered his head and snickered.
"Mom has always been like this. Dad is most afraid of her."
Krillin pulled out the chair and sat down, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
"Bardock, adapt to modern life first. I will arrange your revenge tonight. There is no need to rush."
Bardock's hand stopped next to the tea cup.
The word revenge made his expression go away.
The relaxation in the backyard just now surrounded him like a warm breeze.
But those two empty spaces in my heart are still there.
Gine is not here.
Raditz is not here.
Kakarot is alive, has a wife, a son, and friends.
But the woman who put the child on the spacecraft died in the explosion of Planet Vegeta.
The useless eldest son is also trapped in Other World.
Goku sat next to Bardock and scratched his hair.
He wanted to say something to break the silence.
When father and son reunite, they should have a lot to talk about.
But Goku is not the kind of person who can talk about his feelings.
Not even Bardock.
The two of them sat together, looking like they were looking in a mirror, but the atmosphere was as hard as two stones on the training ground.
Gohan stood aside, feeling both want to laugh and a bit sore at the same time.
"Grandpa, dad has always wanted to see you. It's just that he doesn't know how to express it."
Goku immediately waved his hand, his face slightly red.
"Ah, it hasn't always been the case. I didn't remember anything about Saiyan before."
"After hearing about it later, I really thought about it."
Bardock looked at him with complicated eyes.
"How was your time on Earth when you were a child?"
Goku nodded vigorously.
"Yes. Grandpa is very good to me. He teaches me martial arts and cooks for me."
"Later I met Bulma, Krillin, and Master Roshi, and we all went on adventures together."
"Although there are many strong enemies, it's still fun. I'm getting stronger and stronger."
Bardock paused when he heard "Grandpa".
Son Gohan.
The old man from Earth who adopted Kakarot.
He has never seen it, but he owes that person a great favor.
"Where's the old man?"
Goku's expression darkened and his voice lowered.
"When I was a kid, I turned into Great Ape, lost my mind, and accidentally hurt him."
Bardock doesn't blame.
The tail of Saiyan and Full Moon, he knows the feeling of losing control better than anyone else.
"You survived, and he didn't save you in vain. This is the fate of Saiyan."
Goku didn't answer the call.
This sentence was rough, but it made him feel a lot more comfortable.
Chi-Chi came out of the kitchen quickly, followed by several household Robot.
Dinner plates came one cart after another and filled the big table.
The barbecue exudes a rich aroma of fat.
The rice is piled as high as a hill.
Steamed big fish.
Rich broth.
There are also several large pots of colorful stir-fry dishes.
Bulma looked at the amount and couldn't help but complain.
"Chi-Chi, have you prepared a small banquet in advance?"
Chi-Chi tied up her apron and looked proud.
"Goku It's your first time here, father, you must not be rude."
The dining table quickly expanded.
Capsule Corporation backyard changed from afternoon tea scene to Saiyan welcome banquet.
Bardock was still vigilant at first, not daring to touch the colorful food.
Until Goku picked up a whole piece of barbecue and took three bites, his face full of happiness.
Bardock's brows finally relaxed a little.
He also picked up a piece of meat and took a bite.
It tastes very good.
The heat is much stronger than the battle rations on a space ship, and the meat juices explode in your mouth.
He took the second bite, moving faster and his eyes lit up.
Goku smiled when he saw this.
"Father, is it delicious? Chi-Chi's cooking is the best in the universe."
Bardock didn't know how to praise it, but he just took another piece and proved the deliciousness of the food with his actions.
Chi-Chi saw this scene and nodded with satisfaction.
"It seems to your liking. Goku, don't take away father-in-law's meat. There's another plate over there."
Goku answered vaguely with his mouth full of meat.
"I didn't grab it. What I ate was from here."
Bulma rolled his eyes and pointed at the empty plate in Goku's hand.
"The plate in your hand was just in front of Mr. Bardock. The speed at which you grab food is really amazing."
Goku looked down.
"Ah, really. Sorry, sorry."
Bardock looked at his son's exaggerated appetite and finally smiled.
Bardock spoke with a hint of relief in his tone.
"This is like Saiyan. The more you eat, the more you win."
Goku chuckled.
"Then I must be similar. I am very good at eating."
Vegeta sat next to him, finishing his attack coldly, with disdain on his face.
"Except for eating and fighting, how are you like a normal Saiyan?"
Goku thought for a while and retorted.
"I'm also good at sleeping. I sleep soundly every time I'm full."
Yamcha almost choked on the soup and coughed several times.
"Can this be considered an advantage? Just say you look like a pig."
Bardock lowers his head and eats meat.
There were noises in my ears, the sound of clinking tableware, the sound of Chi-Chi scolding Goku, and the sound of Bulma urging Robot to serve the dishes.
There was also the voice of Krillin lazily teasing Vegeta beside him.
These sounds are messy.
Not majestic either.
No one in Saiyan's military camp spoke like this, only cold orders and plans to kill.
Bardock gradually relaxed his fingers holding the fork and swallowed the meat on the plate.
He looked up at the blue sky.
This is Earth.
Kakarot's home.
It seems to be a good place too.