Bulma's Family is Truly Wealthy

In the end, Piccolo sat down, though there was nothing beneath him; on the surface, however, he maintained a relaxed and comfortable posture.

Frieza did not call him out on it, polishing off a plate of five Tree of Might fruits in a flash before waving a hand with gentlemanly grace.

"Does Mr. Piccolo not care for fruit?"

Piccolo nearly lost his composure!

You should have invited me to eat before you finished them all! If you don't speak up, do you think I dare to eat?

And now this—you finish them off and then blame me for not liking them?

Fine, I really don't like them; I only need a bit of water.

Piccolo decided to change the subject.

"Back when we were transported back to Earth by the dragon Porunga, the Grand Elder took advantage of Slug being weakened and used our clan's secret arts to restrain him."

Frieza narrowed his eyes; it seemed that mountain of a Grand Elder had been hiding an ace up his sleeve?

"Don't misunderstand, King Frieza, this secret art only works on members of our own race!"

Nearly scared into a heart attack, Piccolo hurriedly stood up to explain.

Frieza nodded, maintaining his gentlemanly demeanor, and invited Piccolo to sit once more.

"Don't be so agitated, sit down and talk; we have plenty of time! Dodoria, make some tea!"

Piccolo had no choice but to hover in a sitting position again, while Dodoria flew off gingerly; he had to go find a kettle, after all—was he supposed to boil water with his hands?

Piccolo glanced at the retreating Dodoria, took a deep breath, and continued.

"With the Grand Elder's help, I absorbed Slug's evil thoughts. Since the vast majority of Slug's combat power came from those evil thoughts, I also gained tremendous benefits."

"Later, relying on the dragon's help, we resurrected the dead Earthlings, and peace was restored to Earth. As for me, after this period of cultivation, my strength reached its current level!"

Piccolo didn't say a word about Dodoria. Since Frieza had already let the matter slide, he wasn't about to go out of his way to invite a beating.

Frieza nodded. Although the plot had shifted somewhat, overall, in the absence of his own interference, the changes were not significant.

Judging by the mechanical insect that had just appeared, it wouldn't be long before Future Trunks arrived, and the Androids should appear in three years as well.

Originally, Frieza had considered asking if a guy named Garlic Jr. had popped up during this time, but he decided against it; that kind of trash wasn't worth caring about.

"Have Son Goku and Vegeta not returned yet?"

Piccolo shook his head, explaining that even summoning the dragon hadn't brought them back; they only knew the two were on a planet called Yardrat.

Frieza pondered for a moment. It had been his arrangement that sent Son Goku and Vegeta to Yardrat in the first place; it seemed both of them were there learning that Instant Transmission.

"Very well, thank you for telling me all this. In light of your honesty, I shall not hold against you what you did to Dodoria."

Frieza finished speaking and waved his hand, causing the table and chairs to vanish entirely.

"Eh? I've taken the chair away, so why are you still sitting!?"

However, before Piccolo could react, Frieza had already flown off; judging by the direction, it was West City.

Piccolo remained in his sitting posture, his face turning a deep shade of green from rage, but alas, when one's strength is inferior, one must endure.

Poor Dodoria finally managed to find a kettle for boiling water, only to be met with a green face upon his return.

"Wh-where is King Frieza?"

Dodoria felt his life was miserable; following a master who played hide-and-seek at any given moment was exhausting!

This time, Piccolo did not restrict Dodoria's freedom, but instead pointed toward the west.

"If I'm not mistaken, Frieza has gone to Bulma's house. Isn't it common knowledge that back on Namek, Frieza and Bulma had a rather good relationship?"

Dodoria was overjoyed, dropping the kettle and shooting into the sky to fly toward Bulma's home.

A few seconds later, Dodoria returned.

He grabbed the kettle he had discarded and once again set off in pursuit of King Frieza.

Piccolo's eye twitched uncontrollably at the sight.

Bulma's home was in the center of West City, a hemispherical structure that occupied a full tenth of the entire city; after all, her family was the wealthiest on Earth.

The terrifying profit margins of Hoi-Poi Capsules were evident enough.

Bulma was at home researching gravity chambers and spaceships; this was the current topic of Dr. Brief's research, and Bulma, having surpassed her teacher, naturally threw herself into the study as well.

But she had an advantage over Dr. Brief: she didn't need a ladder and could simply float in the air to look at whatever she pleased.

Suddenly, a ghastly face appeared before Bulma, and even though she could fly, she was so startled she tumbled to the ground.

Frieza's face frequently appeared in Bulma's nightmares; the more time passed, the more vividly she remembered it.

This wasn't love; it was genuine trauma caused by Frieza's appearance and gaze.

"Fri-Frieza? Frieza! Why have you come to Earth?"

Upon realizing the person before her was truly Frieza, Bulma—who was often jolted awake by nightmares of him—felt surprisingly less afraid.

She scrambled up from the floor and grabbed Frieza's hand, first checking his eyes, then his square ears, and finally his long tail.

There was no doubt about it; this was the genuine, authentic Frieza.

Wild!

"Oh ho ho ho!"

"Miss Bulma, you seem quite excited by my arrival!"

Bulma rolled her eyes and retorted irritably.

"How could I not be? Speak, did you imprison Son Goku? Otherwise, why would he refuse to come back!"

Frieza had considered many possibilities for how their reunion might play out, but he had never imagined it would be like this.

Suddenly, Frieza felt a bit annoyed.

"Forget it, forget it, you shouldn't be that kind of person! This is your first time at my place, right? Come on, I'll treat you to a grand feast!"

"Lord Frieza! Lord Frieza, you cannot leave me behind again!"

Before Frieza could answer Bulma, that tag-along Dodoria came rushing over in a frantic hurry.

Frieza cast a rather disgusted look at Dodoria, but in the end, he did not kick him away.

This guy hadn't eaten a proper meal in nearly a year; Frieza pitied him and decided to take him along for a good meal as a reward for his long-standing loyalty.

Bulma had no objections to Dodoria's arrival; let alone Frieza and Dodoria, who didn't eat much, she could afford to feed as many big eaters as Son Goku.

The three arrived at the dining hall of Bulma's home, where dozens of people dressed as chefs were busy working, ensuring that the family could eat gourmet food anytime, anywhere.

The level of extravagance was truly something only the wealthiest family on the planet could pull off.

Dodoria's eyes were already glowing green, and he gulped down his saliva heavily, yet he remained standing perfectly still.

He would never dare to eat before Lord Frieza made a move.

"Go ahead, eat however you like, but don't let those eight-pack abs disappear!"

Dodoria acted as if he had heard an imperial decree, immediately bowing and scraping to thank his master for the grace.

Then, a pink storm broke out in the dining hall.

There was a reason why Dodoria had been so fat before.