Dragon Ball: Reborn as a Saiyan, They Covet Me Chapter 27

Brief smiled. "Oh, you actually gathered them all. It seems Shenron really does exist."

Bulma said proudly, "Of course he exists."

Brief continued, "Then, when you go looking for the Dragon Balls next time, could you help Daddy make a wish?"

"What kind of wish do you want?" Bulma asked.

Brief said with a straight face, "Daddy wants a woman with a tall figure and a gentle personality."

In an instant, Bulma's temper flared up once again.

"Daddy, there are outsiders here! Tone it down!"

"What's the rush? He's your boyfriend, not an outsider."

Bulma roared, "Who said he was my boyfriend?!"

Brief blinked. "Isn't he?"

Bulma turned her head away, her expression unnatural, and said nothing more.

Brief leaned in toward Son Goku and said, "Hey, Goku, since Bulma isn't your girlfriend, she can't control you. How about I take you out for a full-service bathhouse experience tonight? It's on me, and you can pick whichever hostesses you like."

Son Goku's mouth twitched. "Uncle, I'm still young. I'll pass."

To think he would try to take Goku to a place like that right in front of Bulma—her rage soared to its peak. Just as she was about to explode, Mr. Brief pulled out a capsule and handed it to Goku.

"Bulma is right; you're just a child, so I won't take you to that kind of place. But as your elder, I have to give you something for our first meeting. Take this as a gift."

Goku took the capsule, confused. "Thank you!"

Bulma's rage was successfully suppressed and lowered slightly. She continued to ask, "Dad, what did you give him?"

Who would have thought that Brief would lean into Son Goku's ear and whisper, "This is the latest Tokyo Hot Photobook, a limited edition. Don't let Bulma see it; watch it secretly when you get back to your room!"

Son Goku was startled and nearly fell over. His heart had been riding a rollercoaster ever since he arrived here; it was too intense. He hadn't expected Bulma's father, Brief, to be such a lecher—he nearly threw his back out.

Although Brief didn't speak loudly, Bulma still heard him. She snatched the capsule from Goku's hand and threw it with all her might. The Capsule Corp Capsule shattered the glass, flew through the window, and landed in the vast courtyard.

Then, Bulma glared at Goku and said, "I can't take it anymore! Goku, don't learn bad habits from my dad. Let's go!"

Bulma couldn't deal with Brief any longer and pulled Goku inside. Goku's scalp was already tingling, and seeing that Bulma was finally dragging him away, he hurried to leave this place of trouble.

Before long, Goku followed Bulma into the living room. As soon as she entered, Bulma started rummaging through the refrigerator.

"Goku, forget everything my dad just said and did. That man is just never serious."

"Mhm, I know. But Uncle is quite fun!"

"Fun? You have no idea! In this whole family, I'm the only normal one. Are you thirsty? Want something to drink?"

Son Goku glanced around their house and replied casually, "Whatever."

"Tsk tsk, 'whatever' is the hardest thing to provide. Good thing I found someone to invest in a drink I invented called 'Whatever'..."

Before Bulma could even bring out a drink, Mrs. Brief walked in carrying two glasses of clear liquid. Her golden curly hair, signature smile, and pair of perpetually squinted eyes, along with her constant gentle expression, made even Goku stare at her in curiosity.

Mrs. Brief smiled and said, "Bulma brought a friend home~! Welcome, welcome!"

Son Goku immediately stood up and greeted Mrs. Brief. "Hello, Mrs. Brief."

Mrs. Brief said with a smile, "Nice to meet you, I'm Bulma's mother." As she spoke, she leaned over and asked, "Now, what was your name again?"

"Son Goku!"

"Son Goku, that's a very nice name. So, Little Goku, would you like something to drink?"

A vein popped on Bulma's forehead. "Mom, don't let a child drink alcohol!"

Watching Bulma's exasperated state, Mrs. Brief's expression didn't change in the slightest. She kept her eyes squinted and said, "My daughter is so noisy, she has such a temper. It must be her rebellious phase! Don't mind her, Goku!"

Son Goku immediately shook his head. "No, I don't mind at all!"

Mrs. Brief replied, "That's good then. 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 take me around West City for two days, and then I'm going back to continue my training."

Mrs. Brief covered her mouth and chuckled. "Oh ho ho, your adventures sound truly interesting. I never imagined Shenron actually existed. Next time you go on an adventure, take me with you, okay? Mommy wants a handsome boyfriend to play with too."

Son Goku's face stiffened. Although he knew her parents were both social butterflies, this level of social boldness was just too outrageous. He really couldn't understand how Bulma had managed to grow up.

In just a short moment, not only was Goku's scalp tingling, but even Bulma was being driven crazy by her eccentric parents.

Bulma sighed. "Sigh, why are you two exactly the same! It's a miracle from heaven that your daughter grew up with such a sound set of values!"

Mrs. Brief said with a smile, "That's true, it's thanks to heaven's blessing that you were born. Back then, I wanted to break up with your father and decided to get an abortion. Who knew I tried three times and couldn't get rid of you, so I finally decided to give birth to you."

Having been reborn, Bulma deeply felt the disparities of life. However, in terms of mental age, Bulma was actually a few years older than her parents. She didn't take it to heart. Her parents were just those kinds of people; they had always lived their lives with a carefree, playful attitude.

After seeing her parents, the longing in Bulma's heart was completely shattered.

Fortunately, Goku had been by her side these past few days.

She wanted to take Goku to eat through all of West City and explore every corner of it.

She intended to enjoy a few days of leisure and comfort.

The next day, in the bustling West City, sunlight filtered through the layers of buildings, casting mottled shadows, while the air was filled with the enticing aroma of various delicacies.

Bulma took Goku along, shopping and eating their way through the streets.

Bulma and Goku checked in at countless food spots, including barbecue stalls, dessert shops, seafood feasts, local snacks, burgers, pizzas, noodles, and sushi.

Bulma accompanied Little Goku just like a girlfriend would.

With him there, she let herself go, buying a taste of every delicacy she wanted to try.

If it didn't taste good, she would shove it directly to Goku.

If it was delicious, she would eat it with delight.

In the blink of an eye, a few days passed.

The joy of these past few days made her forget the two decades of food scarcity during the apocalypse.

Following Bulma and enjoying the journey, Goku had also indulged himself a bit over these few days.

His belly was round every single day.

Even though he had the bottomless stomach of a Saiyan, it was quite a sight.