Met a waitress at a high-class restaurant, she's actually that person

More than thirty minutes passed.

Gou Kong wandered aimlessly down Planet Vegeta's gray, rugged streets, one hand clamped tightly over his loudly protesting stomach.

His stomach sounded like it had a motor stuffed inside it, its "gurgle, gurgle" ringing especially clearly on the empty street, even drowning out the distant rumble of gravity machines.

Honestly, he really regretted this.

As a veteran foodie used to Earth's delivery apps and food streets, this was the first time he had gone this far from the palace since transmigrating into a Saiyan.

Usually, he either solved his meals straight in the palace dining hall, or he was so exhausted from training that he passed out dead asleep, with no chance at all to experience the hardships of ordinary life.

"Damn it, if I'd known this crappy city was like a maze, I should've gnawed on compressed biscuits in the palace."

Gou Kong cursed inwardly.

A Saiyan's metabolism was absurdly fast. That extreme training session earlier had almost burned through every bit of glycogen in his body.

If he still could not find something to eat, he felt like the skin on his back was going to stick to his spine.

This damned race had fuel efficiency so bad it was outrageous!

On second thought, there was nothing to be done about it.

With that terrifying combat power value sitting right there, a single punch could bring down a building, so the energy consumption was naturally astronomical too.

If there was energy blasting out, there had to be energy going in.

It was like a sports car with the accelerator floored. It would be weirder if the fuel consumption was not high.

Fortunately, hard work paid off.

After circling around and almost punching the air to vent his anger, Gou Kong finally turned a street corner and saw hope.

An irresistible aroma drifted over with the wind.

It was a unique scent that mixed roasted meat fat, spices, and some kind of high-protein ingredient.

Following the smell, his view suddenly opened up, and a broad street appeared before his eyes.

All kinds of neon signs hung on both sides of the street. Though their style was rough, that lively, down-to-earth atmosphere could not be faked.

Even more obvious was the flow of people.

Dense crowds of Saiyans packed the street. Though everyone was walking in a hurry, their goal was clear: they were all heading for those steaming doorways.

"Sure enough... as long as I follow the crowd, I won't go wrong."

The corners of Gou Kong's mouth lifted slightly.

He had actually been wandering around the desolate main road like an idiot just now, completely forgetting the nature of the Saiyan race.

If they were not fighting, they were eating.

With this many people gathered in one place, other than a food distribution center, there could not be a second possibility.

"This is the place."

Gou Kong took a deep breath and forced down the urge to pounce over and take a few bites at once, his gaze shifting among several shops.

He did not want to go to one of those crowded food stalls where people might start brawling over snatching meat at any moment.

As King Vegeta's Royal Guard, he had to have at least a bit of style.

Very quickly, his eyes locked onto an unassuming storefront.

It was unassuming because it did not have those exaggerated neon lights, nor did it have a crowd of noisy Saiyans at the entrance.

The shopfront was decorated in quite a low-key way, even carrying a trace of refinement that did not belong on Planet Vegeta.

Looking through the clean glass windows, the lighting inside was soft, the seats were spacious, and there was none of that packed, noisy chaos.

"Mm. This one."

Gou Kong pushed the door open and entered.

"Ding-dong."

The instant the automatic door slid open, a warm current mixed with the scent of higher-grade spices rushed toward him.

At the same time, an extremely strong sense of contrast instantly wrapped around him.

Quiet.

Too quiet.

It formed a stark contrast with the noise of the street outside.

If the restaurants outside were wet markets, then this place was a library.

There was no sound of cups being smashed, no sound of drinking games, not even the sound of loud chewing.

There was only soft background music, and the occasional crisp clink of cutlery.

"Interesting..."

Gou Kong raised an eyebrow.

On a savage planet like Planet Vegeta, there was actually a place this "elegant"?

He looked around and found that although there were quite a few customers in the restaurant, everyone had their heads down eating, their movements carrying a sense of restraint.

He found an empty seat by the window and sat down, his posture lazy and casual.

As a Royal Guard, that kind of confidence was carved into his bones.

His current salary was shockingly high, and with King Vegeta's occasional rewards on top of that, his personal account held a fortune that would make ordinary Saiyans' eyes turn red with envy.

Spending money here was nothing but a drop in the bucket.

More importantly, this uniform was the best pass there was.

Here, he was heaven.

Gou Kong leaned against the soft chair back, stretched comfortably, and only then began sizing up the diners around him.

There were indeed a few merchants or diplomats of other races in the restaurant. They kept quiet out of awe toward the Saiyans, which was easy enough to understand.

What surprised Gou Kong, however, was that the majority of Saiyan diners were actually maintaining the same eerie silence.

That was fucking abnormal.

Everyone knew that when Saiyans gathered to eat, it was basically beasts feeding.

And now these guys were somehow able to dine as elegantly as upper-class gentlemen on Earth?

Gou Kong's gaze sharpened. He did not let his guard down because of their quietness. Instead, he keenly caught a detail.

The battle suits on these Saiyans seemed a little off.

They were not the common kind of tight-fitting battle suits designed for ease of movement, nor were they heavy armor.

Instead, they were slightly loose uniforms, their material looking more like workwear.

"Oh?"

Gou Kong understood in an instant.

He remembered the records he had seen when browsing through information earlier.

Although Saiyan society revered strength, not everyone was a soldier.

Aside from combatants like him who fought and killed on the battlefield, there was also a group who could not go to war because they were cowardly by nature and had low combat power: Non-combatants.

These people were the so-called "Logistics Personnel."

Back then, King Vegeta had racked his brains trying to solve the placement problem for this batch of "trash."

He could not exactly throw them onto the battlefield to die, could he?

That would have been too much of a waste of resources.

In the end, with a sweep of his hand, King Vegeta simply had them take charge of logistics and supplies.

And so, meat-processing centers, supply stations, and the kitchens of high-end restaurants like this became the destination for these Non-combatants.

"So that's it."

Realization dawned on Gou Kong.

No wonder it was so quiet. So it was a flock of "peace doves" whose combat genes had been removed.

Although these Non-combatants usually had combat power in the single digits and could not even beat an ordinary Earthling, their role was irreplaceable.

A single Non-combatant often had to handle the food supply for a dozen combatants.

Although the work was heavy, compared with possibly dropping dead at any moment amid a hail of bullets, spending their days in the rear moving things around and chopping vegetables was practically heaven for these weaklings.

"Tch, a bunch of useless cowards who finally get to enjoy a rare bit of peace."

Gou Kong sneered inwardly, but there was no contempt on his face.

On the contrary, he was somewhat grateful.

If not for these cowards maintaining order in the restaurant, he would probably have had to drive people off with his fists while gnawing on half-raw steaks right now.

This quiet dining environment suited him perfectly.

Gou Kong withdrew his gaze and casually picked up the electronic menu on the table.

The screen lit up, listing all kinds of dishes.

Unexpectedly, the variety was not as limited as he had imagined. There were even some dishes that looked quite refined.

"What should I eat..."

Gou Kong swiped his finger across the screen, his eyes drifting over options like "Giant Beast Ribs," "Energy Roasted Meat Chunks," and "High-Protein Nutrient Soup."

Right now, he urgently needed high-calorie food to fill that bottomless pit of a stomach.

After selecting several dishes with the largest portions and highest calories, Gou Kong pressed the call bell at the corner of the table.

"Ding."

The crisp ring sounded especially abrupt in the quiet restaurant, but it did not draw many sidelong glances.

Soon, a series of light footsteps came over.

"Coming."

Gou Kong did not even lift his head, casually flipping the menu facedown onto the table.

Right now, his mind was filled with images of the feast he was about to devour, and even his tongue was already producing saliva in advance.

"Yes, hello, sir. May I take your..."

A crisp, pleasant female voice sounded by his ear, carrying a trace of professional smile and respect.

However, the voice had only gotten halfway before it stopped abruptly, as if someone had grabbed her by the throat.

Gou Kong's originally languid expression froze slightly.

Hmm?

That voice sounded a little familiar?

He raised his head somewhat impatiently and swept his gaze forward.

Standing in front of the table was a female Saiyan dressed in a neat waiter's uniform.

Her head was lowered, both hands holding an electronic ordering tablet, but her body was trembling slightly.

When Gou Kong's gaze landed on that face, his relaxed motion of preparing to light a cigarette instantly froze in midair.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

What the hell?

It was actually her?