Being a Guest

Seeing the handgun, Ziye's expression tightened. He moved with a ghost-like speed that left his opponent unable to react, and in the next second, he snatched the pistol directly from her hand!

"Handguns aren't toys to be played with."

After fiddling with the pistol as if it were a toy, Ziye lost interest and tossed it onto the ground.

If this had been when he first arrived here, a handgun would have been his most vital means of survival, but for him now, it was somewhat redundant.

"Are you human or a ghost?"

The young girl looked at Ziye in terror, asking with a trembling voice.

"Nonsense, I'm human, of course."

"If I were a ghost, you'd be the first one I'd eat."

Ziye rolled his eyes at her and said coldly.

Hearing that he was human, the girl felt relieved. Although his tone was icy, he hadn't done anything excessive; in fact, it was she who had bumped into him and pointed a gun at him.

"Hello, my name is Bulma. I'm really sorry about what just happened!"

Bulma pressed her palms together and said with an apologetic look.

"Bulma?"

Hearing this name stirred a trace of memory in Ziye. After taking a careful look at her, he noted that while Bulma didn't look very old, her delicate features were quite striking, and combined with her fair, tender skin, she was undeniably a great beauty.

"I'm Ziye, a hunter living in the mountains. Since there's nothing else, I'll be heading home now!"

With that, Ziye hoisted the tigers onto his shoulder and began walking back in the direction of his home.

"What incredible strength."

Watching him lift the three massive pieces of prey with such ease, Bulma's mouth hung slightly open in astonishment.

"Wait, the direction he's heading... why is it the same as the one shown on the Dragon Ball Radar?"

Bulma checked the radar in her hand, then started her car and chased after him.

"Hey, wait a second!"

"I'm really sorry about earlier. As a token of my gratitude, let me give you a ride home!"

Hearing Bulma's tone, Ziye didn't hesitate. He placed the prey from his shoulders onto the roof of her car and then climbed in.

The car wasn't moving very fast, perhaps because the prey was too heavy. After driving for nearly half an hour, they finally saw the house where Sun Wukong lived.

"Wukong, I'm back!"

Ziye hoisted the prey and walked into the house.

"How come you're back so late today?"

"Let me see what good food we have today."

"Huh? Who is she?"

Seeing Bulma walk in with Ziye, Sun Wukong asked with a puzzled look.

"Ahem, let me introduce myself. My name is Bulma, and I just met Ziye..."

"Ah!"

Just as Bulma was politely introducing herself, she was suddenly distracted by the Four-Star Ball displayed not far away and couldn't help but cry out.

"Is this a Dragon Ball? This is great! It was so easy to find!"

Bulma ran forward in excitement. Perhaps because she was too thrilled to see the Dragon Ball, she forgot that this was Sun Wukong's home and reached out to grab it.

"Stop!"

"Don't touch my grandpa!"

Sun Wukong shouted, then quickly rushed forward and shoved Bulma to the ground!

"Ah!"

"That hurts!"

"Hey, you have no manners at all!"

Bulma immediately cursed at him.

"Touching other people's things without permission—it seems like you're the one with no manners, isn't it?"

Hearing Ziye's words, Bulma couldn't help but lower her head in shame; she had indeed been too impulsive just now.

"Even so, he shouldn't have used so much force, right? I'm a girl!"

Bulma muttered, feeling somewhat aggrieved.

"You're a girl?"

"Grandpa said that if I ever meet a girl, I must treat her politely!"

Sun Wukong looked at Bulma with confusion, then stepped forward to help her up.

"Your grandpa was quite the gentleman, then."

Bulma smiled, not minding it in the least.

"Since she's here, she's a guest! Let's treat her well today!"

Sun Wukong turned around and smiled at Ziye.

"Mm."

"Wukong, go cook. I need to wash this dirty blood off me; it smells terrible!"

With that, Ziye walked out of the house toward the place where he bathed, while Wukong took the prey Ziye had brought back and headed for the kitchen.

Bulma glanced at the Four-Star Ball nearby, let out a soft sigh, sat down at the dining table, and waited quietly.

Half an hour later.

Wukong brought the three tigers he had prepared into delicious dishes and set them before Bulma, then said with a smile, "Don't be shy, dig in!"

Bulma looked at the table full of food, tore off a piece without ceremony, and began to chew.

"How is it? Good, right?"

Sun Wukong asked excitedly.

Hearing this, Bulma frowned. Having tasted all sorts of delicacies, this food was almost hard to swallow, but seeing his sincere gaze, she couldn't bring herself to be rude.

"It tastes pretty good."

"If it's good, eat more!"

Wukong said happily.

"Uh... thanks."

"By the way, Ziye went to bathe, why isn't he back yet?"

Bulma asked, changing the subject.

"I'm back!"

Just then, the door was pushed open, and Ziye walked straight in.

"So... so handsome."

Seeing the refreshed Ziye, Bulma couldn't help but be stunned.

I never expected this guy to be so handsome!

Ignoring Bulma's infatuated look, Ziye sat down at the table and began to eat heartily.

"Right, Ziye, how old are you this year?" Bulma asked, her expression excited.

Faced with this question, Ziye felt a bit choked up. He really didn't know how old he was, as he had ended up in this state after transmigrating.

"I'm 16 this year, I suppose!"

Ziye said after a moment.

"Really? I'm 16 too! We're so fated!"

Bulma stood up excitedly and said to Ziye.

"I... I'm 14 this year," Wukong added excitedly.

"Are you two brothers?"

Bulma looked at Wukong and asked, feeling a bit puzzled.

Hearing this, both shook their heads. Wukong then spoke up, "Ziye is an orphan. He got lost here a while ago, so I took him in!"

"An orphan? That's great!"

Bulma shouted in excitement.

Ziye: ???

Wukong: ???

"Sorry, sorry, that's not what I meant!"

Realizing she had said the wrong thing, Bulma quickly apologized.

"Right, Wukong, can I discuss something with you?"

"What is it?"

Wukong looked at Bulma, puzzled.

"If you're trying to buy that Four-Star Ball, don't even bring it up; Wukong won't agree to it!"

"That's the only thing his grandfather left him!"