Delinquent

Another timeline.

"Hey, why do I have to study? I'm a Saiyan, the strongest warrior race in the universe! Studying and all that doesn't suit me at all, okay?

And I'm a patient! Is it really okay to force me to study instead of letting me rest?

This is child abuse! I can sue you!"

Inside Bulma's home, Buds, wrapped head to toe in white bandages like a mummy, roared at someone, fully venting his displeasure.

"Hehe, you're certainly full of energy.

Then let's continue. As a Saiyan, not only do you need powerful combat strength, you also need a certain amount of knowledge.

Otherwise, if you go out into the universe someday and can't even operate a spaceship, wouldn't people laugh their heads off?"

Faced with Buds's protest, Bulma still wore a gentle smile on her pretty face. She picked up her pen and book again and began working through the calculations in front of him.

Although Buds possessed formidable combat power, his knowledge was astonishingly poor. Well, his level of education could even be described as completely illiterate.

It was hard to imagine how this guy had survived all these years with such terrible knowledge. Even Son Goku knew at least a few things.

"Tch, cut it out, woman!

Who do you think you are? You're not my parents, so I don't need you telling me what to do!"

Buds showed no sign of complying. With a swipe of his bandage-wrapped hand, he knocked the book out of Bulma's hand. He behaved like a rebellious delinquent, his conduct utterly atrocious.

Actually, Buds's personality was not normally this terrible. He was merely angry that Bulma had gone back on her word. She had promised that if he ate properly, she would tell him why she knew his name.

But