"Cough, cough. Hello there, young man!"
Blitz instinctively raised a hand and smiled in greeting.
As the girl's father, he should have been furious that Son Gohan had stolen his daughter away. But Son Gohan's face was simply too disarming; Blitz couldn't bring himself to look angry.
After the two men exchanged a few awkward pleasantries, Bulma finally lost patience. She grabbed one man with each hand and pulled them into the house.
It had to be said that, although the house was large, it was rather modest. It wasn't nearly as luxurious as one might have imagined.
The many cyberpunk-style designs gave the living room a distinctive look.
Son Gohan needed a favor, so as Bulma introduced him, he went out of his way to praise Brief's talent.
The old man was delighted by the flattery, and before long, he was warmly calling Gohan by name.
He was so enthusiastic that he nearly took Gohan for a kindred spirit.
Just then, Brief's wife, Panchy, came out of a nearby bedroom carrying two glasses of chilled, freshly brewed beer, apparently intending to share them with her husband.
She couldn't help looking surprised when she saw Bulma.
"Oh my, Bulma, you're back! Mom thought you wouldn't be home for another few years. After all, your older sister was gone for years before she came back last time, and you've always looked up to her."
"!"
"What do you mean? I only went on one trip!"
Bulma was immediately unhappy at her mother's teasing.
She might have let it slide before, but now Gohan was right there. What would he think of her?
"Oh my, oh my!"
Panchy, a tall woman with blond hair and blue eyes, suddenly exclaimed.
"Where did this handsome young man come from?"
She stepped forward with a