Dragon Ball: Reborn as a Saiyan, They Covet Me

"No, that's not necessary..."

As he spoke, a wave of weakness suddenly surged through his entire body.

Bulma pinched his tail, then let go.

"Don't be naughty, stand still!"

Goku immediately stood up and turned his head to look at Bulma.

"Why did you grab my tail~!"

Son Goku wanted to tell her not to grab his tail, as it was still his weakness and he hadn't overcome it yet.

But on second thought, he decided not to reveal this vulnerability.

What if there were prying ears nearby?

He would overcome this weakness sooner or later anyway.

Actually, to prevent himself from accidentally killing Son Gohan, he had once cut his tail off, but it had grown back less than a year later.

He couldn't just keep cutting it off for no reason, could he? It hurt quite a bit.

So, he hadn't cut it off again since, but for safety's sake, he always went to bed early whenever the night of the full moon approached.

Unable to fathom what Little Goku was daydreaming about as he remained motionless, Bulma suddenly put her hands on her hips and turned fierce.

"We're eating soon, so stop dawdling! I still need to take a bath after I finish scrubbing you, so stop hogging the tub and hurry up and stand up~!"

Her voice was domineering and brooked no refusal.

Son Goku couldn't help but tense up.

Without that comedic atmosphere, Bulma was actually quite fierce!

However, the feeling Bulma gave off now finally felt right.

She was starting to resemble the woman who would later dare to slap Beerus!

As soon as Goku stood steady, Bulma stepped one foot onto the edge of the bathtub and began scrubbing his back vigorously with a bath brush.

Son Goku had been a bit resistant at first, but now he let out a soft sigh of relief.

Truth be told, Bulma's scrubbing felt pretty good...

A moment later.

Just as Son Goku was peacefully enjoying the back scrub, Bulma handed him the brush.

"Alright, your back is done. Do the front yourself; I'm going to check on dinner!"

Son Goku nodded.

"Got it!"

It wasn't as if he hadn't used city showers and bathtubs before.

After Goku finished scrubbing, he went straight under the showerhead to rinse off, then pulled on one of Bulma's T-shirts.

Not wearing pants felt a bit chilly, but it wasn't too bad, and after using body wash and shampoo, he felt completely refreshed.

Wearing her T-shirt meant he didn't need pants, as the shirt fell all the way to his knees, turning into a dress on him.

Goku felt helpless.

An un-grown Saiyan was even shorter than the average child.

He remembered that most ten-year-old elementary school students were already 1.6 or 1.7 meters tall.

At his height, he was better suited for kindergarten.

Not dwelling on the matter, Goku walked out of the bathroom.

In an instant, Goku caught the scent of food.

"Wow, that smells so good!"

Little Goku couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and his stomach let out another loud growl.

Bulma had already finished washing his clothes in the washing machine.

She was currently on the balcony hanging up laundry.

Seeing Little Goku come out while rubbing his stomach, a smile appeared on her face once again.

"Tsk tsk, you look much fresher now that you've washed up!

But the food isn't ready yet, so wait a little longer!

Once I'm done with my shower, we'll eat together!"

"Alright."

Bulma entered the bathroom.

Goku looked around and spotted the remote control on the sofa.

Smelling the aroma while waiting on an empty stomach is truly agonizing!

Should I just watch some TV while I wait for her?

Just then, Bulma poked her head out of the bathroom.

"Hey, Goku, I helped you earlier, so now it's your turn to come over and scrub my back!"

Son Goku: "Huh???"

Soon, it was time to eat.

Goku began to devour the meal at an astonishing pace.

Watching him enjoy the food as if it were some rare delicacy made Bulma exceptionally happy.

She rested her chin in one hand and stared at him, lost in thought.

Such a life of abundance reminded her of her past life.

Before today, she had still been living in the depths of a hellish apocalypse.

In her past life, ever since Goku Black arrived, the world had faced its end.

Resources were scarce, food was in short supply, and humanity lived like rats hiding in the shadows, barely clinging to life.

Fortunately, she had managed to send Trunks away.

Thinking of her son from her past life, Bulma couldn't help but murmur, "I wonder how Trunks is doing now that he's gone back..."

"I hope he just stays in the past timeline and lives a good life with them, and never returns to that world..."

Just as Bulma was reminiscing about the past, a voice interrupted her reverie.

"Hey, Bulma, aren't you going to eat?"

Bulma blinked, looking up at Goku.

Almost all the food on the table had been wiped clean.

Only the plate of stew and the bowl of rice in front of her remained.

Heh!

He ate almost everything so quickly!

However, she wasn't used to Little Goku being so considerate as to save a portion for her, despite his massive appetite.

She usually only ate some light bread and lettuce in the evenings, so the meat had actually been prepared for Goku.

Thus, she said, "I don't want to eat anymore; you can have it all!"

With that, Bulma pushed the last portion of food toward Goku.

Goku was stunned.

"Aren't you hungry? Why aren't you eating anything?"

Bulma gave a sweet smile. "You eat it. I don't like eating greasy food at night—I'm on a diet!"

As she spoke, Bulma took out some bread, spread some sauce on it, added lettuce, and began to eat in small bites.

Goku seemed to remember something.

In the original story, when Goku went out hunting, Bulma would just eat bread and things like that.

With his psychological burden lifted, he picked up the final portion of food and polished it off in no time.

Despite her busy schedule, she didn't forget to say thank you.

Night fell, and it began to rain outside the window.

Goku had run almost all day and was very tired.

After taking a bath and eating a full meal, he had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Bulma sat on the bed, looking at Goku sleeping soundly, like a well-behaved baby.

She leaned down and gently kissed Goku's cheek.

Goku rubbed his face, turned over, and continued to sleep.

Bulma let out an aunt-like smile and turned to look at the rain outside the window.

Boundless thoughts surged into her mind again, and Bulma began to muse.

In her past life, ever since Goku was gone, the entire Earth had suffered endless calamities.

Those 20-plus years of doomsday were truly worse than death.

If she hadn't needed to take care of Trunks as he grew up, she probably would have given up long ago.

She didn't know how much time had passed.

Bulma's thoughts returned, and she remembered tomorrow's schedule.

In this life, she hadn't changed anything yet.

If nothing unexpected happened, tomorrow, when Goku was training, he would encounter a Sea Turtle.

Then, Goku would kindly send the Sea Turtle back.

By chance, Goku would receive the Flying Nimbus from Master Roshi.