Dragon Ball: Reborn as a Saiyan, They Covet Me Chapter 14

The crowd nodded and chimed in one after another.

"That's right, that's right! The heroine is absolutely correct!"

At this moment, the old woman took the Dragon Ball and handed it to Bulma.

"Young lady, your bodyguard is truly impressive. Here, take this orb!"

Bulma accepted the Dragon Ball and replied, "Thank you! Anyone who needs to find their daughter, hurry up and follow us."

"Me, me, me!"

Several old men hurriedly crowded forward.

Soon, a large group of villagers was following them in a grand procession toward Oolong's estate.

Oolong had been so terrified by that strike from Goku's staff that he didn't even dare to run away halfway there.

Just as Bulma and Goku had expected, Oolong's estate was vast and could even be considered magnificent.

None of the girls he had abducted had suffered any abuse; they were all enjoying their lives within Oolong's estate.

With Oolong's matter resolved and the Dragon Ball in hand, Bulma and Goku once again set off on a new journey.

There was no helping it; that strike from Goku earlier had been too cool.

She was a little worried because the villagers here were all abnormal and actually wanted to offer up their daughters, so she didn't dare to stay here with Goku.

That trap with Chi-Chi was a shadow that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

If Goku were to be swindled away by some little girl, she would be at a huge loss.

As for Oolong, Bulma did not bring him along.

He was just a fool who could only shapeshift and was particularly lecherous; with Goku around, she didn't need him at all.

Without lingering in the village, Bulma and Goku soon stepped onto the Flying Nimbus and headed toward Fire Mountain, the location of the sixth Dragon Ball.

The journey that would have taken three or four days by car would only take a day and a half with the Flying Nimbus.

If they traveled at full speed, they could actually arrive in half a day.

However, the speed was too fast, and Bulma's physique couldn't handle it.

Her body wasn't thick-skinned and sturdy like Goku's, and she couldn't withstand the wind resistance at supersonic speeds.

As they sped along, Bulma saw the mountains and waters she had experienced in her past life but had overlooked.

The lake surface was as clear as a mirror, and their reflections were like a golden ribbon, weaving freely between the mountains and above the water.

The wind stirred up by the Flying Nimbus caused ripples to spread across the water, elegant and moving, like the gentle swaying of a young girl's skirt.

The water shimmered, reflecting the mountains on both banks like gems embedded in emerald, shining brilliantly.

Bulma looked at the beautiful scenery and unconsciously let her mind drift.

Only those who, like her, had personally experienced darkness could discover at every moment that this world was truly beautiful everywhere.

After half a day of flying, the two finally emerged from the region of mountains and waters.

They arrived in the sky above a desert.

Just as Bulma was about to ask Goku if he wanted to run for a while, Goku's stomach let out a loud growl.

Bulma smiled amusedly.

"Oh my, I completely forgot about eating. Why didn't you say something sooner if you were hungry?"

Goku laughed awkwardly, "I ate so much this morning, and I haven't really exercised today, so it's a bit unreasonable to be hungry already."

"Just say it if you're hungry! Besides, it's already noon!"

I brought plenty of food with me.

"How about we land here and take care of lunch first?"

"Sounds good!"

Bulma scanned the surroundings, spotted a flat patch of ground, and shouted, "Flying Nimbus, land over there!"

Before long, Bulma opened the Capsule House and began preparing lunch.

Since Goku was quite hungry, he didn't bother with training.

He just sat on the sofa and watched some television.

Catching a glimpse of Bulma busy in the open kitchen, a faint smile flickered in Goku's eyes.

Bulma really was a great girl; not only was she beautiful with a great figure, but her personality was also exceptional.

Despite being born into the wealthiest family, she didn't have a shred of the arrogance or unreasonableness typical of a spoiled heiress.

She even cooked and took care of him.

Bulma was truly too perfect.

She possessed not only high intelligence but also courage and an adventurous spirit, along with a kind, compassionate heart, all while being independent and self-reliant.

At that moment, Son Goku thought of the future Bulma and decisively labeled her a career woman.

He couldn't analyze it too closely, because she was simply too perfect.

Son Goku pondered his own situation and realized that in a peaceful world, he would be far from worthy of her.

Because Bulma had prepared many semi-finished ingredients, a feast tailored to Goku's tastes was laid out on the table in just half an hour.

"Goku, go wash your hands and let's eat!"

"Wow, it smells so good!"

Goku quickly rinsed his hands, gave them a casual wipe, sat down in his chair, and began to devour the food.

The exquisite flavors bloomed on his tongue instantly, and Son Goku felt that the moment the food touched his palate, his soul began to drift on the wind, much like that exaggerated Whis.

"Wow, this is so delicious!"

As Goku ate his steak and bacon, Bulma, wearing a doting smile, peeled a few large shrimp for him and poured him a glass of juice.

"Eat slowly, don't choke. Here, have some shrimp and drink your juice!"

Goku took the plate and the drink. "Mhm, thanks, Bulma!"

Bulma curled her lips and feigned annoyance. "We're good friends, so don't be so polite with me."

Goku paused for a moment, then broke into a smile.

"Mhm, we're good friends. Alright then, I won't stand on ceremony!"

"Mhm, eat up!"

Goku began to eat heartily once more.

Watching Goku eat, Bulma felt her own appetite stirring.

She picked up her bowl and began to eat as well.

Just as the two were enjoying their meal, a sudden explosion rang out, and their house began to shake violently.

With the tremors, dust rained down from the ceiling, instantly coating the unfinished feast on the table in a layer of grit.

"Crackle, crackle..."

The sound of the building breaking reached their ears in a continuous stream.

Feeling as though the roof had been compromised and something was about to fall, Bulma was still stunned, unable to process what was happening.

Son Goku, however, had already stopped eating and lunged onto Bulma to shield her from the falling debris.

Sure enough.

The very next moment, the instant Goku threw himself over Bulma, several bricks suddenly plummeted down, though fortunately, they only struck the thick-skinned Goku.

As the beams and pillars also came crashing down, the Capsule House collapsed in an instant, with rubble and bricks caving in, burying the two of them beneath the ruins.

At this moment, not far from the collapsed Capsule House, a young man with a sword strapped to his waist stood there.

He carried a rocket launcher on his shoulder, with faint wisps of smoke still rising from the muzzle.

He was the Wild Bandit, Yamcha, who was currently looking at the collapsed Capsule House with an arrogant expression.

"Looks like the quality of this Capsule House isn't up to par!

It's not sturdy at all; one shot and it's already trashed. What a pity!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a pile of bricks and rubble in the ruins scattered.

Son Goku crawled out from the wreckage, pushing aside some of the building debris.