Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 241 Are You Married?
"Would you like to have some soup together?"

Broly filled a few more bowls of soup and asked the Ex-Machinas next to him.

Ex-Machina: “…”

It was Hubie who stepped forward to explain.

"The Ex-Machinas don't have the same food needs as normal creatures. If we have to say what they can eat, maybe machine oil would be more suitable than the Flügel mushroom soup."

"Motor oil, is that delicious?"

Broly was curious.

"Not suitable for normal life, nor for normal organisms."

Hubie felt a little speechless, but explained anyway.

"is that so……"

Broly felt a little regretful and drank his stewed mushroom soup in silence.

"We're short of some meat. Do you know where to find some prey with tastier meat around here?"

Broly asked.

"It's hard for ordinary creatures to survive under the cover of the dead elves, but there should be some cave-dwelling creatures underground. Do you want us to capture some?"

The Ex-Machina asked.

"Then bring some back."

With the absorbing touch, Broly was not hungry on Planet Vampa, but he was really greedy.

One of the two Ex-Machinas beside him left and went to dig the soil to find meat.

"You will repay me and meet my needs, right?"

Broly looked at Shubi and suddenly asked.

"Ah."

Hubie nodded seriously. From a human perspective, when you receive help from others, you should remember to return the favor if the other person needs it.

"Then, on the condition that you agree to become my wife, you will be my friend for five days!"

Broly did not hesitate and directly put forward his greatest need. He just checked the time he could stay in this world.

The countdown of several days really made the boy feel depressed. It seemed that this world was extremely rejecting his arrival.

"Eh?"

Hubie's eyes widened.

“Is there any problem in implementing the requirements I proposed?”

Broly noticed something was wrong with Shubi and asked directly.

“There is a problem, and it’s a big problem.”

Hubie nodded, confirming his statement.

"What is the problem?"

There was not enough time, and Broly was a straightforward person, so he didn't beat around the bush and asked directly.

"I am married."

Hubie raised his left hand, and the ring on his ring finger was sparkling.

"Can I get rid of the person you're married to and snatch you from someone else?"

Broly asked seriously.

"You want to hurt Rick?"

Hubie's happiness value instantly dropped to 0, and his hostility was directed towards the boy.

"I'm just asking if it's okay."

"Of course not!"

"Well, I can see that..."

Broly's disappointment was palpable. He lost his wife before he even started making friends.

"Will you hurt Rick then?"

Hubie pressed the issue.

"No, even though you can't be my wife, I won't hurt you, nor will I intentionally do anything to make you sad."

"really?"

"real."

"Then I feel relieved, Hugh."

The mechanical girl believed the boy's words, and the steel fortress, which had been on alert, resumed normal operation.

[Hubi happiness value increases]

Broly just glanced at it and ignored it. The increase or decrease in the happiness value of someone who couldn't become his wife was meaningless to him.

Broly quickly turned his attention to Jibril who was drinking the soup. Perhaps it was because it was the first time she drank this kind of mushroom soup, Jibril in the form of a little girl seemed a little happy, and the fact that her happiness value continued to rise also proved this point.

She quickly noticed the boy's gaze and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at you."

Broly answered honestly.

"What do you see me doing?"

Jibril frowned.

"You look good."

Broly answered subconsciously.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Jibril thanked him, picked up the bowl and took a sip of mushroom soup, then tilted her head, feeling something was wrong.

"What's your conspiracy, man?"

Jibril, in her little girl form, immediately questioned.

"I just want to ask, you are not married too?"

Broly looked at her nervously.

"Marriage, what is that?"

Jibril looked puzzled. The Flügel were semi-immortal beings, and all of them were female, so they had no concept of marriage. "Marriage means..."

Seeing that the boy was deep in thought and didn't seem to know how to explain the meaning of marriage, Hubie, as an experienced person, helped to explain.

"Marriage is a contract formed by humans for the purpose of reproduction, but it also means wanting to keep the person you love by your side forever and become a lifelong partner."

"Human? Why is it another race name I've never heard of?"

"Reproduction? As far as I can remember, that's what living things do."

"Stay with you forever, isn't that what collectibles are meant to be?"

Jibril understood the meaning of marriage from her own perspective, and looked at the boy unkindly: "I have never been defeated by other guys, how can I get married!"

Hubie: “…”

Was there something wrong with the meaning of marriage that she just explained?
Why do you have to be defeated before you get married?

Understand, no.

"Then I beat you, can you marry me in five days?"

Broly understood from Jibril's words that she was not married, and his eyes lit up immediately as he asked.

"Ah, this..."

Upon hearing this question, Jibril's face wrinkled up. According to the Flügel tradition, after defeating their prey, they would get the prey's head as a collection.

Then, when it is her turn to be defeated, others should not cut off her head but collect her as a trophy. It seems that there is nothing wrong with the logic.

Jibril wanted to refute many times, but she couldn't. It was a fact that she was defeated and captured, and as a loser, there was nothing to say.

After all, she can speak only because the enemy didn't kill her. If the enemy chose to kill her, she would not be able to say anything in rebuttal now.

“Ahhh, if I become your collection, I will definitely be laughed at by Azrael and the others when I meet them in the future, right?”

"I will beat anyone who dares to laugh at you!"

"Hey, really?"

"real."

"That's fine, I can agree to marry you."

Jibril, in her girl form, readily agreed, thinking:

As long as they fight with the opponent, Azriel and the others will definitely know what kind of powerful enemy they faced and were defeated.

At that time, if they also failed, they would not have the right to laugh at me, and if they succeeded, I would be rescued smoothly.

Little Jibril, the plan is clear.jpg
"Would you like some more mushroom soup?"

Broly was very happy to get a definite answer. This short five-day trip to the other world guaranteed that there would be no empty-handed people. He immediately showed his courtesy to Jibril.

"Hey, another bowl then."

Little Jibril held up the bowl, not knowing what politeness was.

. . . .

"Cough cough..."

In the highest temple, the God of War suddenly coughed.

"What's wrong, Master Artosh?"

Azriel heard the noise and flew in to ask.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly found something interesting."

"Hey, anything interesting?"

Azrael’s face was filled with questions, but since Artosh-sama on the throne was unwilling to say more, she did not dare to ask.

"Where is Jibril?"

After leaving the temple, Azriel realized that Jibril seemed to be missing and couldn't help but ask about the other Flügel.

"Who knows? Maybe he went to play on the ground."

The other Flügel gave somewhat casual answers.

"Really? Even with the alliance of the Dwarves and the Elves coming over here, they're still going out to play."

As a No. 1 individual, Azrael complained, but she was just a little worried about Jibril's safety.

Although she did not take the alliance of the Dwarves and the Elves that was pressing down on Avant Heim seriously, this was based on the fact that Artosh-sama was behind her.

And if Artosh-sama was not there, it would be dangerous for the Flügel to go out alone, because in the two major alliances, there are allies of the high-sequence races such as the Giants and the Dragons.

"After all, Jibril is only over 600 years old now, still a child."

"Azriel, if you're worried about Jibril, you can go down and look for her."

The Flügel girls spoke one by one.

"It's not appropriate to leave now!"

Azriel sighed.

"What's inappropriate? You are the one who is in charge of the pre-war command. You can give it to Raphael."

"Yes, yes, and compared to you now, Raphael is more suitable to be our commander now."

Azriel used to be ruthless and could sacrifice any Flügel without hesitation for the sake of victory in a war. She was full of majesty among the Flügel and was undoubtedly the big sister of the Flügel.

But since the birth of Jibril, this big sister of the Skywing race has changed, from a decisive and murderous commander to a funny sister who worries about all kinds of things about her youngest sister and wants to please her.

Nowadays, most of the Flügel believe that the mature and calm fourth individual Raphael is more suitable for the position of commander of the Flügel than the first individual Azrael.

Although Azriel was still the most powerful individual among the Flügel, a commander needed more than just pure strength. He also needed a mind that could remain calm at all times, make accurate judgments, and not act on emotion.

Obviously, Azriel was not suitable for the job now. Just when Azriel thought it was okay and was about to hand over the command to Raphael and go to the ground to look for Jibril, the God of War who came out of the temple stopped her.

"There's no need to look for Jibril. She's not in danger now. She's just going through something interesting. And the place where she is is just right for me to observe the anomalies that suddenly appeared in this world."

"Yes, Master Artosh."

The Flügel knelt on one knee, responding to the words of their Creator.

"Zhonglong, the future you once predicted, with the anomalies appearing in this world, can you still give me the answer to my doubts? Let me wait and see."

The tall figure walked to the edge of Avant Heim, and looked down at the ground beneath his feet with a deep and expectant gaze.

In the distance, the Dwarves, with the help of the Giants, built defensive turrets one after another, and the forests of the Elfs had already spread from the other side.

A group of contracted dragon spirits hovered above the forest, seemingly patrolling the surrounding area of ​​the forest to prevent possible surprise attacks from the enemy...

(End of this chapter)