One Year

At dawn, sunlight slanted into the window-side room on the second floor of Bulma's house.

Having inherited Kashius's terminal case of laziness, Badas impatiently pulled the blanket over his head.

Perhaps because Nero had died in this world, the laziness virus hidden within him had flared up, reducing him from someone who used to sleep late and rise early to someone who now slept late and rose late.

The environment really could influence a person.

With a creak, the door hinge turned as the door was pushed open. Buds hurried in from outside. When he saw that Badas was still sound asleep, his expression changed in alarm, and his previously anxious steps became careful as he tiptoed toward the curtains.

"Whoosh~!"

The curtains were drawn shut, and the room, once filled with sunlight, instantly dimmed considerably. At the very least, it had become comfortable enough for sleeping.

Looking at the remote control in his hand, Buds scratched the back of his head in frustration. Then he floated into the air and drifted lightly out of the room.

Of course, he did not forget to thoughtfully close Badas's door behind him.

However, just as Buds left Badas's room, went downstairs, and passed through the living room, two sharp gazes shot directly toward him.

That undisguised chill made Buds shudder several times.

"What? Badas still hasn't gotten up?" Bulma slowly set breakfast on the table and wiped her hands with a towel.

"Mm... mm... mm..." Buds was at a loss for words. He stood there, bobbing his head awkwardly with a sheepish grin.

Bulma frowned slightly, walked up to Buds, and stared at him for a few moments before sighing helplessly.

"You didn't wake him up, did you, Buds?" Bulma reached out and rubbed the head of this child, who was already