Dragon Ball: Reborn as a Saiyan, They Covet Me Chapter 11

It was just shy of the GDP of Capsule Corporation.

Various businesses were highly developed, especially the food scene, which was incredibly rich.

Bulma said, "Goku, it's getting dark. Let's stay in East City tonight."

Son Goku sat on his cloud, already drowsy and dazed.

"Sure, whatever you say!"

Bulma was a bit surprised.

He had been full of energy while running the whole way.

Yet, after sitting on the Flying Nimbus for half a day, he was actually falling asleep.

Bulma said, "Goku, the streets here are quite bustling. We not only got the Flying Nimbus today, but we also successfully obtained a Dragon Ball. How about we celebrate?"

Goku asked curiously, "How do we celebrate?"

He didn't care for entertainment activities with large crowds.

Bulma pondered for a moment.

She knew Goku too well; he didn't like those kinds of activities.

Aside from fighting, his only hobby was eating delicious food.

Bulma had a flash of inspiration: "Goku, how about we go stroll through the night market's food street?"

As soon as the words left her lips, Son Goku's previously lazy demeanor changed instantly.

He sat up straight, looking refreshed and spirited.

"Really? With my appetite, if we go to a food street, it's going to cost a lot of money."

Bulma laughed, dismissing it with a wave: "It's fine, I'll make sure you're full. I'm not short on money, so eat whatever you want, as long as you don't waste it."

Goku immediately grabbed Bulma's arm in excitement, looking up into her eyes with gratitude: "Bulma, you're really too good to me!!!"

Bulma: "..."

Arrival at Gao Village

Aside from being serious about training, Goku was only interested in eating.

This was mainly because his natural appetite was just too large.

Eating was his instinct.

Plus, having lived on the mountain for years, every day consisted of roasted or boiled meat, seasoned only with the two most common and cheapest spices.

Sichuan peppercorns, star anise, cumin, and chili—there was no "high-tech" trickery involved. With the same ingredients and those limited seasonings, he had long since grown tired of it.

His grandfather had taken him to the city to eat before, but everyone knew the appetite of a Saiyan.

A normal person's portion was only enough to get stuck in his teeth; he could never get full.

His massive appetite was a source of distress for him.

He truly craved the various delicacies of the city.

If only he could eat all the things he loved and actually get full, how wonderful would that be?

The moment Bulma mentioned taking him to the night food market, she saw the previously wilted and drooping Goku suddenly perk up, even knowing how to butter her up.

Bulma couldn't help but giggle.

Sure enough, even though he had become much more sensible in this world, he was still that same Goku!

She remembered that during one martial arts tournament, he had been put under a hypnotic spell. It was by calling out to him about food that she had managed to wake him up.

A moment later, the two landed in East City and arrived in front of a hotel.

Bulma and Son Goku walked in side by side.

"Hello, I'd like a room!"

The receptionist took out two key cards and said respectfully:

"Hello, please show me both of your IDs!"

Bulma took out her ID and handed it over.

"No need for all that trouble, just give us one room, that's enough!"

After saying that, Bulma swiped her ID, put down the money, and took the key card to lead Son Goku inside to find their room.

The receptionist looked at Bulma, then at the short Son Goku beside her, who even had a tail trailing behind him—it even seemed to twitch.

The receptionist couldn't help but mutter to herself, "These two are really strange. A May-December romance is one thing, but to play with those kinds of props? Do they really think that's fun? Still, that tail looks so real. I wonder where they bought it; is it a plug-in or an accessory? Tsk tsk, young people really know how to have fun..."

After entering the hotel room, Bulma headed straight for the bathroom, took a shower, calmly washed her underwear and hung it up to dry, then took Son Goku out.

Although there were many varieties of food on the food street, because they were just street stalls, the prices weren't high, and the hygiene conditions were average, matching the price point.

However, the food at the stalls was indeed delicious, especially at the ones with long lines.

Bulma looked around and asked, "Goku, what do you want to eat first?"

To her surprise, Son Goku had already consciously run over to a jianbing guozi cart.

That was the only stall with a short line, and at that moment, there was no one there.

Bulma shrugged.

I said I'd treat you to celebrate and let you eat whatever you want, and you start off with a crepe? Are you looking down on my wealth?

On second thought, Bulma swallowed the words she wanted to say.

Perhaps Son Gohan hadn't been well-off, and since Son Goku had such a huge appetite, it had fostered a frugal personality in him.

She walked straight to the stall and paid for little Son Goku.

In just a short while, Son Goku had eaten his way through all kinds of delicacies.

Stinky tofu, roujiamo, roast chicken, teppanyaki squid, grilled cold noodles, fried skewers, grilled skewers, spicy hot pot, cold noodles...

He focused on things that were cheap and filling.

While Bulma was buying food for Son Goku, she also purchased many semi-finished food items to store away.

These would be their provisions for the road over the next few days.

At the same time, she also helped him buy a few suitable outfits.

Hmm, they were all sporty children's clothes, some of the trendier styles...

The next day.

The two of them set off once again on their journey to find the Dragon Ball.

Because Son Goku wanted to train while they traveled, the speed at which Bulma rode the Flying Nimbus was not fast.

Three days later, near noon, the two arrived at the village where the fifth Dragon Ball was located.

There were many houses in the village, but there wasn't a single pedestrian on the road.

Bulma knew that they had arrived at Gao Village.

The people in this village had all been deceived by that guy, Oolong.

It didn't matter; what mattered was that someone might launch a sneak attack in a moment, aiming an axe at Goku's head.

Bulma felt a bit nervous; if that axe landed on her, it would be a matter of life and death.

She pressed close to Goku and urged, "Goku, I'm going to knock on the door. Keep a careful watch for me, and if anyone tries to ambush us, you must block them."

Son Goku nodded.

"Mm, got it."

With that, Bulma knocked on the door of the nearest house.

"Is anyone home?"

"Is anyone there?"

Her clear, girlish voice rang out, seemingly lacking any sort of intimidation.

The door in front of them slowly creaked open a crack, revealing a pair of eyes filled with terror.

Upon seeing Bulma, those eyes immediately lost some of their wariness.

The person let out a sigh of relief. "So it's just a girl, not Oolong... You aren't from this village, are you?"

In the same village, everyone knew each other.

Therefore, the moment the person saw Bulma, they knew she was an outsider.