“Is this good?” Bulma released the Capsule, picked up a piece of dinosaur meat, and put it in front of her eyes to see how old the meat looked.
Bulma was the heir of the Capsule Corporation and had the same adventurous spirit as her sister Tights. So, when she saw the dinosaur meat which Goku had prepared, there was curiosity in her blue-purple pupils instead of fear.
Son Goku smiled cheerfully and said, “It’s delicious.”
“I don’t believe you, Saiyans.” Bulma shook her head.
As long as it was food, it was delicious in the mouths of the Saiyans, but it might not be to the taste of the Earthlings.
“Bulma, what do you want to come over today?” Launch helped Bulma pick up the luggage and said in a very gentle voice. The Blue-Haired Launch was like the big sister next door, exuding a virtuous and hardworking aura.
Bulma smiled, “I’m looking for you guys to play. Oh, Dad told me not to bore myself with research all day. I hope I can walk with a few people my age. However, my classmates at school are not interesting, so I might as well come to you guys and learn a little self-defense martial arts. So, I’m going to live in Mount Paozu for a while.”
“Do you want to learn martial arts? I’ll teach you!” Son Goku volunteered.
“Kakarot, you forget. You can’t even beat me. How can you teach people?” Broly was usually very quiet. Only in front of familiar people would he talk more.
“Broly, I am going to be angry if you say that. The teacher and father said I was very good.” Son Goku furrowed his brows in defiance. His strength wasn’t worth mentioning to Broly, but it was already very powerful among the Earthlings.
The Blue-Haired Launch smiled warmly, “You guys don’t argue, come and help me carry the luggage together.”
“Un!”
…….
Bulma’s luggage was not much. Several people carried a bag each, and soon all moved down.
After putting the luggage into the room, Bulma turned the jet plane back into a Capsule and put it away. At the same time, Launch began to cook the dinosaur meat brought back by Son Goku.
The kitchen utensils and spices were much more complete than in the wild, and the food produced was more delicious. Soon, the somewhat old dinosaur meat was made into delicious food. Bulma grew up in a big city and had never tasted such wild food. So, she ate with gusto for a while.
“It’s Launch’s homemade. So delicious.” After a moment of enjoyment, Bulma put down her cutlery in a happy mood.
‘It turned out that living in the mountains was something else.’ Bulma thought happily.
For people who were tired of eating big fish and meat, sometimes eating some wild vegetables and radishes could be especially delicious; but for poor people, life in the mountains was full of isolation, and nothing was interesting.
This was typical for Bulma, who didn’t know the life of the poor.
“It’s good that you like it.” Launch laughed.
Broly sat on top of the sofa, nibbling on an apple, “Sister Launch taught my mother a lot of her crafts.”
“Really? That must be great. By the way, I still don’t know who Broly’s mom and dad do?” Bulma vaguely remembered that she seemed to have met Broly’s adoptive parents when she was a child, but because it had been so many years, her memory had begun to blur.
“They… used to have a restaurant.” Broly thought about it and didn’t seem to know about Muyang and their proper occupation. The restaurant was open for a few years, and he didn’t know if it went out of business or what, but it didn’t continue anyway.
“I heard my mother say that Uncle Muyang and Aunt Melissa’s skills were learned from my family’s restaurant. They were the famous chefs in the restaurant.” Launch helped Broly to explain.
According to the generation, Muyang family and Launch’s grandmother, Marlene, were one generation. Launch was supposed to call Muyang and Melissa: grandfather and grandmother, but because of Muyang and their ageless appearance, all along, Launch called them uncle and aunt. The same name as her mother, Lancy.
“Hmmm, so they’re the chef. No wonder you can teach Launch’s craft so well.” Bulma automatically brainstormed the image of a restaurant chef and nodded her head.
She looked around for a long time without seeing Gine, “Son Goku, where is your mother?”
Sun Goku replied, “I don’t know, maybe went to find Auntie Annin.”
Mount Paozu was originally the place where Son Gohan and Annin lived in seclusion. After finding Son Goku, the Bardock family also moved from a nearby mountain to take better care of him. Now, both families live in Mount Paozu, only a little distance apart. In their spare time, the two families will visit each other. Son Gohan often finds an open place with Bardock to spar in martial arts.
Of course, it was all convergence of ki. Otherwise, with millions of power level outbreaks, the earth was going to shake violently.
Son Goku’s words just finished, and Gine pushed open the door and walked in, with Annin wearing a red dress beside him.
“Mom, Auntie Annin.” Son Goku called out.
“Aunt Gine, Aunt Annin…” Launch, Broly, Bulma also came over.
“Bulma has come. There will be a guest coming later, and then I will introduce you to each other.” Gine looked at Bulma with a face full of smiles.
“Another guest?” Bulma looked at Gine suspiciously.
When she saw them start to clean up the room, she also ran over to help. Although she was the daughter of the Capsule Corporation, Bulma did not have a little bit of delicateness of a lady. Sometimes she was as big as a tomboy, and Gine was fond of this child.
…….
About half an hour passed, Bardock, Son Gohan, and Son Goku’s grandfather Asike came back together from outside.
After a while, a jeep came from afar in the wind and dust. A wisp of dust raised behind the car, snorting a sharp brake, the jeep stopped in front of the yard.
From the car came down a burly man of huge size, wearing an odd cow horn helmet, followed by a seven or eight-year-old, petite, powdered little girl.
“Senior Brother Gohan.” A gong-like voice rang out as the burly man walked with a big smile.
“Junior Brother…” Ox-King smiled as he walked out.
This strong man was Ox-King. He was the second disciple of Son Gohan’s teacher Master Roshi. However, his talent was not enough, and his road of martial arts stumbled. He left Kame House more than ten years ago.
Seeing the girl hiding behind the Ox-King with her small head exposed, Son Gohan smiled and said, “She is your daughter?”
“Yes!” The Ox-King laughed and touched her head, leading the little girl out from behind, “Her name is Chi-Chi. She is rather timid.”
“Uncle….” Chi-Chi softly called out.
Son Gohan smiled and nodded, “The qualification is very good. It is a good seedling to train in Turtle School.”
The Ox-King said, “Master Roshi also said so.” He then said to his daughter Chi-Chi, “This is daddy’s senior brother Son Gohan. From now on, he will be your teacher. You have to listen well and practice seriously under senior brother Gohan.”
“Mmm.” Chi-Chi nodded shyly, timidly towards Son Gohan, and called out, “Teacher”.
“Teacher, is she your new disciple? Then I should call her… uh, what’s that?” Son Goku looked curiously towards Chi-Chi, not knowing what to call.
Son Gohan stroked Son Goku’s head, “You have to call her junior sister.”
“Right.”
Son Goku dawned on him and happily called out, “Junior Sister Chi-Chi.”
At this time, Bulma’s eyes twinkled, and smiled, “Master Gohan, what do you think of me?”
“What?”
“Take me as a disciple!” Bulma winked and gestured at her arm.
“You’d better work on your research. Martial arts practice is not for you.”
For her, as April’s niece, Son Gohan sometimes felt that her character was too jumpy. Her family was too privileged for her to sink her teeth into martial arts training.
“Learn some self-defense skills won’t hurt me. My sister used to say that that the technique is not overwhelming. Do you think there is any truth?”
Son Gohan cried and laughed and shook his head, “I am afraid that a young lady cannot suffer. So, in the future, when I instructed Goku and Chi-Chi, you can stay to watch. I won’t force you to practice. How much you can learn depends on yourself.”
Bulma immediately said confidently, “I am a genius, certainly not inferior to them.”
She wanted to be a twelve-year-old genius girl. If she couldn’t beat Son Goku, she wouldn’t even be able to beat a seven or eight-year-old girl.
She still had confidence in this point.
Looking at Chi-Chi again, she had big, soulful, beautiful eyes and a curtain of black hair. Although she was dressed in a little eccentric, her face was sculpted and cute. She looked slender and soft, so cute, and already had a beauty comparable to her, but obviously not mature.
At this time, the Ox-King stood to the side laughing. His personal potential for martial arts practice wasn’t enough, and under the patient guidance of Master Roshi, he didn’t achieve much. So, he pinned all his hopes on his daughter, who had good talent.
As Master Roshi suggested, he let his daughter became the discipline of Son Gohan. Now, Chi-Chi could have female friends of the same age, and the Ox-King was happy to see it.
