The next morning.
Leaving a clone at home, Jerry himself arrived at Bulma's doorstep.
"Mrs. Brief, is Bulma home?"
"Huh? Who are you?"
Mrs. Brief tilted her head at Jerry, clearly unable to recognize him.
In Mrs. Brief's memory, Jerry was still seven or eight years old.
"I'm Jerry, the Bass family's child. You used to treat me to cake all the time."
Jerry replied with a smile.
"Oh, it's Jerry. I never expected you to grow up so much. If you have time, you can go on a date with Auntie."
Mrs. Brief carefully looked Jerry over, then gave her trademark squinting smile.
Jerry said helplessly, "You still love joking around."
"Bulma's having breakfast. I'll call her. Bulma, Bulma, Jerry's here to see you!"
Mrs. Brief turned and shouted toward the backyard.
A moment later, Bulma emerged slowly with a cup of coffee in hand. Her blue hair was cut short, and dressed in a short-sleeved shirt and hot pants, she looked much more mature than before.
"Jerry, that little brat finally came back?"
"Long time no see, Bulma."
Jerry raised a hand in greeting.
Bulma blinked twice at Jerry. "Who are you?"
"Me, Jerry. Three years ago, you went to gather the Dragon Balls and make a wish. Did it come true?"
Jerry pointed at his face.
Smash!
The coffee cup fell from Bulma's hand and hit the ground.
"Y-you're Jerry? How did you get so tall?"
"That... well, just think of it as me developing a little early."
Jerry shrugged.
He's so handsome. If I'd known he would grow up this handsome, I should've made my move earlier. Then I wouldn't have ended up with that scumbag Yamcha.
Bulma's face reddened slightly as she looked at the tall, handsome Jerry with his gentle smile, and she could