Blossoming Joy

At this moment, Rix also opened his eyes.

However, upon opening them, his face was filled with shame.

"My apologies, Your Highnesses, this subordinate still hasn't been able to master the techniques for using those two types of ki."

Tarble comforted him, "It's alright, just try a few more times and you should be able to master it."

Vegeta frowned but didn't say anything further.

Martial arts geniuses were not like roadside weeds, found in abundance everywhere.

After all these years, he had long since understood this truth.

It was just that he had always been unwilling to admit defeat.

Hearing this, Rix's gaze became resolute as he encouraged himself, "Yes, Your Highness, I will work hard!"

As his voice faded, Trunks, accompanied by Bulma and Son Goten, flew into the sky and descended.

Before they even touched the ground, Trunks spotted Vegeta and shouted loudly, "Dad, we're here!"

Son Goten, dressed in his martial arts gi, also saw Son Gohan and called out, "Big brother, I'm here!"

Before the echoes of their voices had even faded, the three of them landed successfully on the ground, standing before the others.

"Bulma, you've come at just the right time." Vegeta pointed at Tarble and Rix beside him and ordered bluntly, "This is my brother, Tarble, and the other is Tarble's subordinate."

"They intend to live on Earth, so help them arrange some accommodations."

In truth, there was no need for his introduction; the highly observant Bulma had already noticed the two men in battle armor.

From the tails coiled around their waists, she knew they were Saiyans.

Furthermore, the facial features of Tarble and Vegeta were remarkably similar.

Being clever and sharp, she immediately knew who was Vegeta's brother, Tarble.

As for arranging accommodations, for the richest woman on Earth, it was a mere piece of cake.

She immediately beamed with a radiant smile and greeted them, "Oh, hello, Tarble. I am Vegeta's wife, Bulma."

Tarble looked at Bulma, who had clearly dressed up for the occasion, and responded with a smile, "It is a pleasure to meet you, sister-in-law. I am Tarble."

Rix also chimed in at the right moment, "This subordinate is Rix. Greetings to Princess Bulma."

Hearing the titles "sister-in-law" and "Princess," Bulma was overjoyed, and the smile on her face grew even brighter.

"Tarble, may I call you that from now on?" Bulma asked softly.

Tarble nodded, "Yes, no problem."

Hearing this, Bulma smiled and looked at Trunks, saying, "This is my son, Trunks."

She reached out and pulled Trunks forward, instructing him, "Trunks, hurry and greet your uncle."

"Eh? Uncle?" Trunks was somewhat reluctant, but under Bulma's gaze, he obediently called out, "Hello, Uncle Tarble. Hello, Uncle Rix."

While greeting them, he was secretly sizing them up.

Ugh, their strength... why is it so weak!

"Ah, yes, hello!" After Tarble responded, he suddenly realized that since this was their first meeting, he really ought to give them a gift.

Darn!

He had forgotten to prepare a gift!

Wait, I've got it!

Thinking this, he reached up and took off the scouter he was wearing on his ear and held it out, "Here, nephew Trunks, your uncle came in a hurry and didn't prepare a gift."

"I'll give this scouter to you!"

Trunks looked at the scouter curiously and asked, "A scouter?"

"What is it used for?"

"The purpose of a scouter is to detect a person's battle power and display it as a numerical value," Tarble explained. "However, the detection limit of this current scouter is too low; it needs to be improved."

Hearing that it could measure battle power, Trunks immediately became interested, "Really?"

He reached out to take it, but then pulled his hand back, looking at Bulma for permission.

Seeing this, Bulma smiled slightly, "Since your uncle is giving you a gift, just take it. I can help you improve it later."

"Aren't you going to thank Uncle Tarble?"

Only then did Trunks reach out to take the scouter, "Thank you, Uncle Tarble!"

Seeing his friend get a gift, Son Goten also wanted one and immediately asked, "Uncle Tarble, um... I want a scouter too..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he remembered Chi-Chi teaching him not to ask others for things casually.

In an instant, he lowered his little head, his small hands nervously pinching his pants.

Tarble asked with feigned confusion, "And who is this little friend..."

At this moment, Son Gohan walked over with an apologetic expression and said with an awkward smile, "I'm sorry, Uncle Tarble. This is my younger brother, Son Goten. We are both the sons of Dad... that is... the sons of Son Goku, also known as Kakarot."

As she spoke, she began to instruct Son Goten with a serious expression, her voice gentle yet firm.

"Goten, we cannot go around asking people for gifts, do you understand?"

"That kind of behavior is very impolite."

Son Goten poked his two index fingers together, lowered his head, and replied in a small voice, "I'm sorry, big brother, I forgot for a moment."

Seeing this, Bulma, in a wonderful mood, immediately stepped in to smooth things over: "Gohan, don't be so hard on Goten."

"I'll just build another one later and give it to him."

"How could I let you do that..." Son Gohan laughed sheepishly.

Bulma couldn't be bothered to dance around the subject with him and immediately made the final decision: "It's settled then."

At that moment, she noticed several deep craters not far away.

"Hey, why are there so many pits over there?"

"Tarble, didn't you two come here together?"

Upon hearing this, Tarble provided a brief explanation.

After listening, Bulma realized with a start: "So that's how it is!"

"Since the matter is resolved, let's go. Come to our place."

"Gohan, Krillin, we're having a dinner party at home tonight, why don't you all come along?"

"The two brothers, Vegeta and Tarble, have reunited, so let's celebrate."

However.

Vegeta retorted with a cold face: "Bulma, don't engage in such boring activities!"

Unfortunately for him, Bulma immediately put her hands on her hips and scolded: "Vegeta, it's one thing that you haven't told me about Tarble for all these years!"

"Now, I want to host a welcome banquet for Tarble, and even that isn't allowed?"

As soon as he heard this, Vegeta let out a haughty snort and wisely shut his mouth.

When it came to arguing, ten of him would be no match for Bulma.

The key was that he loved this woman too much.

How could he ever truly fight with her?

Usually, they would at most bicker; they would never actually get into a real argument!

And now, feeling that he owed Tarble something, he decided to let Bulma make the arrangements.

He just didn't really want to spend time with Yamcha and the others.

Seeing him like this, Bulma rolled her eyes, feeling a bit helpless.

She then looked back at Son Gohan and the others, extending the invitation: "Gohan, Piccolo, Krillin, Tien Shinhan, Yamcha, Chiaotzu, you'll all come, right?"

Faced with this warm invitation, Son Gohan and the others naturally agreed readily.

Seeing that they had all accepted, Bulma immediately waved her arm: "Great!"

Then, thinking of something else, she stared at Son Gohan and asked: "Gohan, is your father at home?"

"Don't tell me he ran off to train again?"

Hearing this, Son Gohan scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and chuckled: "Aunt Bulma, my dad did indeed go to North Kai's place to train again."

"Dad probably won't be able to make it, because there's no way to let him know."