Galactic Patrol Jaco

Bulma stared fixedly at the strange fellow, unable to snap out of her daze for a long while.

"Right... sister, I've been meaning to ask... who is this guy?" Bulma asked curiously.

"Tights, hurry up and introduce me." Jaco patted his own chest.

Tights: "..."

"This is Galactic Patrolman Jaco," Tights introduced.

"Never heard of him." Bulma shook her head, showing no interest in the strange-looking fellow.

"Heh heh, little kid, I am an elite warrior of the Galactic Patrol! This planet falls under my jurisdiction!" Jaco stepped forward and patted Bulma on the head.

"Don't touch my head, I hate it when people touch my head." Bulma rolled her eyes.

Jaco hurriedly pulled his hand back.

"Also, I'm not a little kid, I'm already married!" Bulma added.

"Married?" Tights was slightly stunned, not knowing what to say as she looked at Bulma.

What kind of marriage is a four-year-old child getting into?

"Bulma, are you playing house again?" Tights said with a smile.

"I'm really married, my husband is over there sleeping." Bulma pointed toward Vegeta, who was sleeping on a lounge chair in the distance.

Tights looked in the direction Bulma was pointing.

It really was playing house.

He was just a little brat, too.

"But getting back to the point, Bulma, how did Mom and Dad get poisoned? The doctor said it was food poisoning, did they eat something they shouldn't have?" Tights asked hurriedly.

"I'm puzzled too." Bulma shook her head. "I ate the same things as Mom and Dad, but I seem to be fine."

"That is strange." Tights was completely at a loss for the situation.

How could they get poisoned out of the blue?

"I've got it! You must have wanted to poison your parents to death so you could inherit their estate," Jaco said.

Bulma: "..."

Tights: "..."

"What are you saying?" Bulma glared, staring daggers at Jaco.

"Jaco, keep your mouth shut," Tights said, sounding annoyed.

Your imagination as a Galactic Patrolman is far too vivid.

"If you said Bulma would poison Mom and Dad to inherit the estate when she grew up, I might have believed you, but she's only four now. Even if there were an inheritance, it would go to me, the eldest daughter," Tights joked.

"Sister... you..." Bulma was on the verge of tears.

What kind of family are we?

"By the way, did your parents drink any alcohol? Could it be alcohol poisoning?" Jaco suddenly thought of something and asked.

"Sister, don't say that, it actually might be alcohol poisoning." Bulma slapped her forehead. "I remember now, Vegeta brought back an exquisite wine flask, and Mom took it and had a tiny bit with Dad... then they passed out."

"Vegeta?" Jaco paused.

Why does that name sound so familiar?

"What the... you're only mentioning such an important detail now? Why didn't you say anything at the hospital?" Tights was caught between laughter and tears. "Hurry and bring that flask over so I can see it."

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Bulma ran quickly to the dining room to retrieve the Ultra Divine Water bottle.

Soon, Bulma came out clutching the bottle.

"This is it." Bulma handed the bottle to Tights.

"Let me see," Jaco said. "I am an elite warrior of the Galactic Patrol; even if it is poisonous, it won't have any effect on me."

Tights handed the bottle to Jaco.

Jaco picked up the bottle and gave it a gentle shake.

"There's still quite a bit of liquor inside," Jaco said.

Bulma and her sister both nodded.

"This bottle is indeed quite strange. Aside from the spout, there isn't another opening," Jaco said, examining the bottle from top to bottom.

"Bulma, where did you get such a strange bottle?" Tights asked.

"That's Vegeta's bottle; he got drunk drinking from it," Bulma said, pointing at Vegeta, who was still sleeping in the distance.

"We can't worry about that now. If we can find the culprit, Mom and Dad can wake up sooner," Tights said.

"I'll test what kind of poison it is first," Jaco said, preparing to take a swig from the bottle's mouth.

"Be careful, Jaco!" Tights said with some concern.

"It's fine, I told you already, I'm an elite warrior of the Galactic Patrol. Even if it's poisonous, it won't have any effect on me." Jaco ignored her and poured a mouthful straight into his mouth.

The moment the Ultra Divine Water entered his mouth, Jaco felt endless pain.

"Pfft..."

Jaco spat the Ultra Divine Water right back out.

Immediately after, Jaco face-planted onto the ground, having already passed out.

Bulma: "..."

Tights: "..."

The two sisters were stunned.

Tights hurriedly stepped forward to pat Jaco's cheeks, calling his name loudly.

Jaco, however, showed no reaction at all.

Bulma nearly burst out laughing.

"Bulma, stop laughing, his condition doesn't look good... hurry and call an ambulance." Tights was on the verge of tears.

"Uh..." Bulma wiped away her sweat.

Before long, an ambulance came wailing back to the scene.

"What? Poisoned again?" The doctor was amused. "Are rich people this bored? You like experimenting with poison..."

"He said he wanted to taste it..." Bulma said.

"What exactly is so tasty about it?" the doctor asked curiously.

"It's this... at least we found the culprit this time." Tights handed the bottle of Ultra Divine Water to the doctor.

"Is it tasty?" The doctor couldn't help but laugh. "Well... we'll take this back to the hospital to run some tests."

"Alright, please do." Tights nodded.

"By the way, that guy is an alien. I don't know if our medical treatments will work to wake him up?" Bulma said to the doctor.

"What? An alien?" The doctor looked at Jaco, his face full of shock, and hurriedly stepped forward to pry at Jaco's face and body for a closer look.

Jaco was startled awake by the prodding.

"Smack!"

Jaco leaped up from the ground.

"What are you doing to me? I am an elite warrior of the Galactic Patrol!" Jaco pointed at the doctor.

"He... he's awake?" The doctor was stunned.

"Jaco, are you okay?" Tights asked with concern.

"Tch, and you call yourself an elite Galactic Patrol warrior? You passed out after drinking just that little bit of 'wine'." Bulma rolled her eyes.

"What would a little girl like you know?" Jaco huffed. "I didn't pass out; I was using deep sleep to analyze the toxins inside."

"So?" Bulma asked.

"This is a terrifyingly potent poison. Its composition consists of molecular formulas I've never seen before..." Jaco shook his head.

"Is there a cure?" Tights asked.

"No cure." Jaco shook his head. "You just have to tough it out with your own immune system."