Bulma's Heart Blossomed

At this moment, Licks also opened his eyes.

However, upon opening them, his face was filled with shame.

"My apologies, Your Highnesses. This subordinate still hasn't been able to master the technique for using those two types of energy."

Tarble comforted him, "It's fine. Just keep trying a few more times, and you should be able to master it."

Vegeta frowned but didn't say anything further.

Martial arts geniuses were not like weeds on the side of the road that one could grab by the handful.

After all these years, he had long since understood this truth.

It was just that he had never been willing to admit defeat.

Hearing this, Licks's gaze became resolute, and he encouraged himself, "Yes, Your Highness, I will work hard!"

As his voice fell, Trunks, accompanied by Bulma and Son Goten, flew into the sky and descended.

Before even touching the ground, Trunks spotted Vegeta and shouted loudly, "Dad, we're here!"

Son Goten, dressed in his martial arts gi, also saw Son Gohan and followed suit, "Big brother, I'm here!"

Before the sounds had even faded, the three of them landed successfully on the ground, standing in front of the others.

"Bulma, it's good that you're here." Vegeta gestured toward Tarble and Licks beside him and ordered bluntly, "This is my brother, Tarble, and the other is Tarble's subordinate."

"They intend to live on Earth, so help them arrange some lodging."

In truth, he didn't even need to introduce them; the highly observant Bulma had already noticed Tarble and Licks in their combat suits.

From the tails coiled around their waists, she also knew they were Saiyans.

Furthermore, the facial features of Tarble and Vegeta were very similar.

Being clever and sharp, she immediately knew who was Vegeta's brother, Tarble.

As for arranging lodging, for someone like her—the richest person on Earth—it was a piece of cake.

She immediately beamed and greeted them, "Oh, hello, Tarble. I'm Vegeta's wife, Bulma."

Tarble looked at Bulma, who had clearly dressed up for the occasion, and responded with a smile, "Nice to meet you, sister-in-law. I am Tarble."

Licks also chimed in at the right moment, "This subordinate, Licks, greets Princess Bulma."

Hearing the titles "sister-in-law" and "Princess," Bulma was instantly overjoyed, and the smile on her face grew even brighter.

"Tarble, may I call you that from now on?" Bulma asked softly.

Tarble nodded, "Yeah, no problem."

Hearing this, Bulma smiled and looked at Trunks, saying, "This is my son, Trunks."

She reached out and pulled Trunks forward, instructing him, "Trunks, hurry and greet your uncle."

"Eh? Uncle?" Trunks was somewhat reluctant, but under Bulma's gaze, he still obediently called out, "Hello, Uncle Tarble. Hello, Uncle Licks."

While greeting them, he was secretly sizing them up.

Ugh, their strength... how are they so weak!

"Ah, yes, hello!" After Tarble replied twice, he suddenly remembered that since it was their first meeting, he should give them a gift.

Darn!

He had forgotten to prepare a gift!

Wait, I've got it!

Thinking this, he took off the scouter he was wearing on his ear and handed it over, "Here, nephew Trunks, your uncle came in a hurry and didn't prepare a gift."

"I'll give this scouter to you!"

Trunks looked at the scouter curiously and asked, "A scouter?"

"What is it used for?"

"The purpose of a scouter is to detect a person's combat power and display it in numerical form," Tarble explained. "However, the detection limit of this current model is too low; it needs to be improved."

Hearing that it could measure combat power, Trunks immediately became interested, "Really?"

He reached out to take it, but then pulled his hand back, looking at Bulma for permission.

Seeing this, Bulma smiled slightly, "Since your uncle is giving you a gift, just take it. I can help you upgrade it later."

"Aren't you going to thank Uncle Tarble?"

Upon hearing this, Trunks reached out to take the scouter, "Thank you, Uncle Tarble!"

Seeing his friend get a gift, Son Goten was very envious and immediately asked, "Uncle Tarble, um... I want a scouter too..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he remembered Chi-Chi's teachings about not asking others for things.

In an instant, he lowered his little head, his small hands nervously pinching his pants.

Tarble asked with feigned confusion, "And who is this little one..."

At this moment, Son Gohan walked over with an apologetic look and said with an awkward smile, "Sorry, Uncle Tarble, this is my younger brother, Son Goten. We are both the sons of Dad... well... Son Goku, also known as Kakarot."

As he spoke, he began to lecture Son Goten with a serious expression, his voice gentle yet stern.

"Goten, we cannot go around asking others for gifts, do you understand?"

"That kind of behavior is very impolite."

Son Goten poked his two index fingers together, lowered his head, and replied in a small voice, "I'm sorry, brother, I forgot for a moment."

Seeing this, Bulma, in a wonderful mood, immediately stepped in to smooth things over. "Gohan, don't be so hard on Goten."

"I'll just build another one later and give it to him."

"How could I let you do that..." Son Gohan said with an awkward laugh.

Bulma couldn't be bothered to play along with his polite refusals and immediately made the final decision. "It's settled then."

At that moment, she noticed several deep craters not far away.

"Hey, why are there so many pits over there?"

"Tarble, didn't you two come here together?"

Upon hearing this, Tarble gave a brief explanation.

After listening, Bulma realized, "So that's how it is!"

"Since the matter is resolved, let's go. Come to our place."

"Gohan, Krillin, we're having a dinner party at home tonight. Why don't you all come along?"

"Vegeta and Tarble are reunited, so we should celebrate."

However, Vegeta objected with a cold face. "Bulma, don't do such boring things!"

Unfortunately, Bulma immediately put her hands on her hips and scolded, "It's one thing that you haven't told me about Tarble for all these years!"

"Now, can't I even throw a welcome party for him?"

As soon as he heard this, Vegeta let out a haughty snort and wisely shut his mouth.

When it came to arguing, ten of him would be no match for Bulma.

Crucially, he loved this woman too much.

How could he really argue with her?

At most, they would just bicker; he would never actually start a real fight!

And now, feeling that he owed Tarble, he simply let Bulma make the arrangements.

He just didn't really want to spend time with Yamcha and the others.

Seeing him like this, Bulma rolled her eyes, feeling somewhat helpless.

She then looked back at Son Gohan and the others, inviting them, "Gohan, Piccolo, Krillin, Tien Shinhan, Yamcha, Chiaotzu, you'll all come, right?"

Faced with this warm invitation, Son Gohan and the others naturally agreed readily.

Seeing that they had all accepted, Bulma immediately waved her arm. "Great!"

Then, thinking of something else, she stared at Son Gohan and asked, "Gohan, is your father home?"

"Don't tell me he ran off to train again?"

Hearing this, Son Gohan scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and chuckled, "Aunt Bulma, my dad did indeed go to train at North Kai's place again."

"Dad probably won't be able to make it, because there's no way to let him know."