Brief smiled. "Oh, you really did gather them all.
"Looks like Shenron really does exist."
Bulma said proudly, "Of course he does."
Brief continued, "Then next time you go looking for the Dragon Balls, could you grant your dad a wish?"
"What do you want?" Bulma asked.
Brief said seriously, "Your dad wants a tall woman with a gentle personality."
In an instant, Bulma's temper flared again.
"Dad, there are other people here! Have some self-control!!!"
"Why so serious? He's your boyfriend, not some stranger."
Bulma shouted, "Who said he was my boyfriend!!!"
Brief blinked. "Isn't he?"
Bulma turned her head, looking a little uncomfortable, and said nothing.
Brief sidled up to Goku and said:
"Hey, Goku, since Bulma isn't your girlfriend,
she can't tell you what to do.
Tonight,
how about your uncle takes you to a bathhouse for the full experience?
It's on me. You can pick out a few hostesses."
Son Goku's mouth twitched. "Uncle, I'm still a kid. I'll pass."
He was actually offering to take Goku to a place like that right in front of Bulma.
Bulma's fury shot straight to its peak.
Just as she was about to explode,
Mr. Brief took out a Capsule and handed it to Goku.
"Bulma's right. You're just a kid,
so I won't take you to a place like that.
But as an elder, I should give you something to welcome you.
Take this as a little gift."
Goku took the Capsule, confused.
"Thank you!"
Bulma's anger subsided a little.
She asked, "Dad, what did you give him?"
But Brief leaned close to Son Goku's ear
and whispered, "It's the latest Tokyo Hot Photobook, a limited edition.
Don't let Bulma see it. Wait until you're back in your room, then sneak a look!"
Son Goku jumped, nearly falling over.
Ever since arriving here, his heart had been on a roller coaster. It was all too much.
He hadn't expected Bulma's father, Brief, to be such a pervert. He'd nearly given Goku whiplash.
Brief hadn't spoken loudly, but Bulma had still heard him.
She snatched the Capsule from Goku's hand and hurled it as far as she could.
The Capsule punched through the glass and flew out the window into the wide courtyard.
Then Bulma glared at Goku and said, "I can't take this!!
Goku, don't let my dad corrupt you. Let's go!"
Bulma couldn't deal with Brief anymore. She pulled Goku inside.
Goku's scalp was already crawling, and when he saw that Bulma was finally leading him away,
he hurried after her, escaping the trouble at last.
Chapter 30: Bulma Has It Rough
Before long, Goku followed Bulma into the living room.
As soon as she entered, Bulma started rummaging through the fridge.
"Goku, forget what my dad just said and did.
He's always been that shameless."
"Yeah, I know. But your uncle's pretty funny!"
"What's so funny? You have no idea!
I'm the only normal one in my family.
Are you thirsty? Want something to drink?"
Son Goku looked around their home and answered casually, "Anything's fine."
"Tsk, 'anything' is the hardest thing to choose. Good thing I found investors and invented a drink called 'Anything'..."
Before Bulma could take out the drink, Mrs. Brief came in carrying two glasses of clear liquid.
Her golden curls, trademark smile, and pair of eyes that had never stopped squinting,
along with her ever-present kind smile, made Goku stare at her in fascination.
Mrs. Brief smiled. "Bulma brought a friend home~!
Welcome, welcome!"
Son Goku immediately stood up and greeted Mrs. Brief.
"Hello, Mrs. Brief."
Mrs. Brief smiled warmly. "Nice to meet you. I'm Bulma's mother."
Then Mrs. Brief bent down and asked, "Um, what was your name again?"
"Son Goku!"
"Son Goku, what a lovely name.
So, Little Goku, would you like a drink?"
Bulma's forehead veins bulged. "Mom, don't offer alcohol to a child!"
Mrs. Brief's expression didn't change at all as she watched Bulma lose her temper.
Still smiling with her eyes narrowed, she said, "My daughter's so loud and hot-tempered.
She must be going through her rebellious phase!
Don't mind her, Goku!"
Son Goku immediately shook his head. "No, I don't mind!"
Mrs. Brief replied, "That's good.
I heard you found the Dragon Balls. Is that right?"
Son Goku nodded. "Yeah, we found them.
After we made our wish, we came back.
Bulma said she'd show me around West City for a couple of days. Then, in a few days, I'll continue my training."
Mrs. Brief covered her mouth and chuckled. "Oh-ho-ho,
your adventure sounds so interesting,
and I never knew Shenron really existed.
Next time you go on an adventure, take me with you, okay?
I want a handsome boyfriend to play around with too."
Son Goku's face stiffened. He knew her parents were both social butterflies,
but this was on another level.
He couldn't understand how Bulma had grown up to be a normal adult.
In just a short while, not only was Goku's scalp crawling,
but Bulma was nearly driven mad by her eccentric parents too.
Bulma sighed. "Honestly, you two are exactly alike!
It's a miracle your daughter grew up with such sound values!
Thank goodness for the heavens!"
Mrs. Brief smiled warmly. "Yes, you're lucky the heavens let you be born.
Back then, I was about to break up with your father and decided to abort you.
But no matter how many times I tried, I couldn't get rid of you.
So I decided to have you."
Having been reborn, Bulma deeply felt how unfair life could be.
But in terms of mental age, she was a few years older than her parents.
She didn't take it to heart.
That was just how her parents were. They'd always treated life like a game.
After seeing her parents, Bulma's longing for them had been thoroughly crushed.
Still, at least Goku was by her side these days.
She planned to take him all over West City, eating her way through it and exploring every corner,
and enjoy a few days of carefree leisure.
The next day, in bustling West City, sunlight filtered through layers of buildings, casting mottled shadows,
while the enticing aromas of all kinds of delicious food filled the air.
Bulma took Goku on a shopping and eating spree.
They sampled countless delicacies,
from barbecue stalls, dessert shops, and seafood feasts to local snacks, burgers and pizza, noodles, sushi...
Bulma kept Little Goku company like a girlfriend.
With him there, she let herself go too.
Whenever she wanted to try something, she bought it and took a bite.
If it didn't taste good, she handed the rest to Goku.
If it was delicious, she happily ate it herself.
A few days passed in the blink of an eye.
The fun she'd had during those days made her forget the more than twenty years of food shortages during the apocalypse.
Goku, who had been enjoying himself alongside Bulma, had let himself go a little too.
His belly was round every day,
even though his Saiyan stomach was bottomless.