By noon,
Bulma finally stirred from her sleep.
The moment she came to, she stretched comfortably.
But the next second, pain flared through her body, making her furrow her brow.
Only then did she remember just how wild she had been last night.
The thing she had guarded for so many years had been taken by Ron so easily.
"Where's Ron?" Bulma immediately sat up, only to jolt the sore spots. She sucked in a sharp breath, her brow furrowing.
Unsure where Ron had gone, she hurried out of bed.
After washing up, she looked at the mess in the room, then put away the bedsheet stained with the evidence of what had happened. Finally, she limped downstairs.
Dr. Brief was reading the newspaper in the living room. When he saw Bulma come down, he lowered it and asked, "Did you sprain your ankle, Bulma?"
At her father's question, Bulma could hardly bring herself to say it.
"N-no, I'm fine..."
Panchy, who was drinking tea nearby, had obviously guessed what happened. She giggled and said, "Oh-ho-ho! Looks like our Bulma has finally become a woman. Judging by the way you're walking, my future son-in-law isn't just a great martial artist—he's quite potent in that department, too."
"Mom, what are you talking about?" Bulma's face instantly turned red.
She knew what her mother was like, but this time she had been far too blunt.
"What? Bulma, is your mother telling the truth?" Dr. Brief immediately set down his newspaper, took the cigarette from his mouth, and stubbed it out. He looked dead serious.
He might usually seem kind and easygoing, but he still had to ask about something like this.
Most importantly, he knew what his daughter was like.
"You and Ron are together now, so what about Yamcha? You've been