Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 389: Doctor Widow, Goutian Primary School Slap Master
In the afternoon, the rain stopped and the dark clouds dispersed, revealing a blue sky.

"right here."

Rentaro Satomi rode his bicycle and brought the two of them to the research institute.

Just as Enju Aihara said, this is a basement.

As soon as I entered the door, I felt a bit cold and the smell of disinfectant hit me.

"Doctor, Dr. Muroto Sumire?"

Just as Rentaro Satomi shouted twice, a figure walking like a zombie walked out silently from the white curtain and approached the boy's side.

"I am here."

The hoarse voice, the dark circles under his eyes, and the unknown piece of raw meat in his hand scared the boy so much that he took several steps back.

"Why do you look like this?"

“I stayed up all night last night and stayed up all day today waiting for you to bring people here, but you didn’t bring anyone. I felt too sleepy, so I picked out an infected corpse from the cold storage and dissected it to boost my spirits.

Look at the beautiful patterns on my diaphragm. If the other person is infected with enterovirus, it can suppress the erosion of the virus in the other person's body in time.

Then, the owner of this piece of meat can temporarily gain the super recovery ability of the protogastric animal and will not die from serious injuries. "

Muroto Sumire's appearance is somewhat scary, and she has a strong aura of a weirdo, but excluding this point, she is still a gloomy beauty.

Especially her long legs, wrapped in black stockings, in very good shape.

"Is this the child you were talking about?"

The female doctor looked at the boy who was pulled aside by Enju Aihara.

"Yes, it's him."

Rentaro Satomi nodded.

"Muroto Sumire, Rentaro and Enju's attending physician, nice to meet you."

After sealing the piece of meat in the freezer, Muroto Sumire took off her gloves, handed over her slender hand, and introduced herself.

"Broly, the Saiyan from Planet Wampa, nice to meet you as well."

The person in front of him was another new target. Broly stretched out his hand and shook the other person's somewhat cold hand, then spoke sincerely.

"Without further delay, take off your pants."

Muroto Sumire was not surprised by the content of the boy's self-introduction, thinking it was just the imagination of children, but she couldn't wait to see the boy's tail.

"Eh?!"

Broly looked at the female doctor with some surprise. This was the first person who wanted to take off his pants as soon as they met.

"Dr. Muroto Sumire!"

The boy reminded.

"Okay, okay, there has to be a gradual process."

Muroto Sumire shrugged and changed her words.

"Can you please stick out your tail so I can see it?"

“Does this have anything to do with the physical exam?”

“That’s part of the physical exam.”

Broly nodded and his tail emerged from his clothes.

When Muroto Sumire saw this, her eyes lit up and she grabbed the tail with her gloved left hand.

"Do you feel it?"

"Have."

"What does it feel like?"

"It feels like someone is grabbing your tail."

"What about this?"

The female doctor changed to using her hands without a condom.

"It feels like being grabbed by the tail with two hands."

After some scratching and kneading, Muroto Sumire confirmed that the boy's tail was a real, tactile limb.

"But we need to draw some blood from him to test whether it is caused by enterovirus infection."

Muroto Sumire said this and took out an unopened needle from the cabinet next to her.

"Wait, what do you want to do?"

After seeing the needle, Broly became a little wary.

"Drawing blood, eh, are you afraid of needles?"

Broly was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

Although I don't know why I had such a nervous reaction, I really shouldn't be afraid of such sharp objects.

"Don't be afraid, it will just hurt a little when you get stabbed, just don't look at it."

Muroto Sumire grabbed the boy's hand and smeared iodine and alcohol on the tip of his right middle finger. After unsealing the needle, she spoke to the boy gently, and took advantage of the boy's distraction to prick him with the needle...

"Eh?"

Muroto Sumire found that she couldn't stab the boy at all. Even though the skin on the boy's fingertips was not very thick, the blood-drawing needle seemed to have encountered something tough.

Muroto Sumire didn't believe it, so she tried harder and finally stood up. She took the needle and pressed it on the tip of the boy's middle finger with all her strength, but she still couldn't break the finger's defense. Instead, the needle was bent a little by the force.

Broly was sitting in the chair opposite and looking at her.

"This child's skin defense is not something that ordinary humans can possess."

Muroto Sumire came to the conclusion.

"I've already said that I'm a Saiyan from Planet Wampa, not an ordinary human from your world, and I have nothing to do with the Enterovirus from your world."

Broly warned.

Hearing this, Muroto Sumire looked at Satomi Rentaro, and the boy quickly said, "Broly and I just met yesterday. I don't know if what he said about his origins is true or false, but he does have a magical ability to produce something out of thin air."

“It can also be used to store things.”

Broly added.

"Can you show me how?"

"can."

Broly nodded, put the table next to him into the Crystal Palace space, and then took it out again.

Even though such a large object disappeared, the table was still hers. Muroto Sumire did not think of this as a magic trick, but instead asked about the specific circumstances of this method.

Broly did not try to fool the other party and answered all his questions in detail, introducing the situation of the Crystal Palace space and using it to invite the other party.

"So, as long as I become your wife, I can also use the ability of a space with a volume of more than 300 cubic meters?"

"Well, but this is a space that everyone owns, and after I leave this world, you will have to pay happiness points to use it across borders."

Broly nodded and added.

After a pause, he asked, "Dr. Muroto Sumire, are you interested in becoming my wife?"

"It seems that what you said is true."

Muroto Sumire looked at the virtual panel that suddenly appeared in front of her, and after confirming that she was not hallucinating, she nodded.

"Hey, you agreed?"

Seeing the other party nod, Broly showed some joy on his face.

"No, I didn't agree."

But then, I received a rejection reply from the other party.

"why?"

The Saiyan boy was a little confused. The female doctor in front of him seemed very interested, but she didn't agree.

"You may not know me. I once had a fiancé and lover. Although he died in the war with the gastrula ten years ago, I can still remember him now."

"Hey, Dr. Muroto Sumire, do you actually have a lover?"

The boy and girl next to them looked very surprised, as if they knew nothing about it.

"Why do you two think I don't have a lover?"

Muroto Sumire asked back.

"because……"

Rentaro Satomi and Enju Aihara glanced at this dark underground research institute where various corpse pieces were soaked in jars. It was hard to imagine that a female doctor who liked to study these things would be popular with men.

"I wasn't like this before. It was only after my family and lover were taken away that I started this research. These studies have made me understand more about gastrula, and gradually made me lose my hatred for gastrula. It has even become something that fills the void in my heart."

The female doctor said again.

"In that case, why don't you agree to become Broly's wife, Doctor?"

Enju Aihara asked, assisting her good friend next to her.

"The person is gone, but there is something called remembrance. It is impossible for a strange boy to appear and ask me to be his wife in person, and I will agree, right?"

"Uh……"

This statement is well-founded and difficult to refute.

"Then you can get to know Broly first, and after you get to know him better, decide whether or not to be his wife!"

Said Enju Aihara.

"good idea."

The gloomy beauty doctor nodded in agreement and took out some collection containers.

“Then let me first understand him from a physiological perspective.

Broly, please give me some of your saliva and urine."

Muroto Sumire said with a smile.

Broly: "..."

Although he failed to invite her, he got Muroto Sumire's promise.

As long as the other party feels it's okay, it's not impossible to agree to join Crystal Palace.

And he paid with a test tube of saliva and a measuring cup of urine in the toilet.

"Hmm, it doesn't taste like anything!"

The gloomy beauty doctor took the measuring cup filled with light yellow liquid and sniffed it, causing the boy and girl watching nearby to twitch their eyes.

"Doctor Muroto Sumire, you wouldn't want to taste it, would you?

Considering that the other party had experience eating cooked gastrula meat, Rentaro Satomi's suspicion was not unfounded.

"Satoshi, did you know that human urine can also be used as medicine, especially children's urine? Broly's urine is light in color and tastes clean, and is the best of children's urine. Drinking it may have a good effect of nourishing yin and reducing internal heat."

Muroto Sumire began to study science seriously.

"Ah, Dr. Muroto, you don't really want to drink Broly's urine, do you?"

Aihara Enju exclaimed. "Ha, how is that possible?"

"Oh, that's right, how can a person ..."

"Of course you have to check the ingredients first and make sure they are non-toxic before you try to consume them."

The boy and the girl stared at the beautiful doctor with wide eyes.

"I'm just kidding, you guys are not taking it seriously, are you?"

Only after the female doctor said this did they realize they had been tricked.

"I'm going to check the ingredients of his stuff while it's still hot. Do you want to stay?"

Muroto Sumire asked.

"No."

Rentaro Satomi chose to say goodbye, and Broly followed them.

Before leaving, he said to the beautiful doctor, "Ms. Muroto Sumire, if you really want to drink this stuff, I can give you fresh urine."

"What a thoughtful child..."

Muroto Sumire was a little amused but still accepted the boy's kindness.

"If I really want to try it, I will definitely come to ask you for help."

. . . .

As for Broly, after returning to Rentaro Satomi's house, he did not encounter any new targets.

In the evening, I watched the Tianzhu Girl, ate and took a bath, and time quickly came to the next day.

“Yeonju, are you going to school?”

The next day, similar to yesterday, the girl carried a small red schoolbag.

"I have to make a conclusion, otherwise I will not be reconciled."

The girl said seriously, and it was obvious that she still wanted to win over those friends on campus.

"You gastrocnemius, don't come into our school!"

However, after arriving at the school, some elementary school students saw her appear. Some of them took out triangle rulers, blackboard erasers, brooms, chairs and other things from the classroom as weapons, and looked at the girl as if she were an enemy.

"I'm not a gastrula. I'm Enju Aihara. I'm a human. A few days ago, we were classmates. We studied together and took turns doing class chores together..."

"I don't believe it. It's spread all over the campus. You are the child of the curse and you are in cahoots with those abominable gastrula monsters."

"That's right. If it weren't for the existence of you damned gastrula monsters in this world, my family wouldn't have died!"

"Clap~"

As soon as the voice fell, a slap was heard, and the little fat boy who was speaking was slapped away.

"Broly!"

The boy's sudden move made the teenager exclaim in surprise.

"It hurts, why did you hit me?"

He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the little fat boy who was blown away got up from the ground, covering his swollen face and questioning him.

I hope this foul-mouthed elementary school student is not dead.

"Why did I hit you? Of course, it's because you slandered my friend. She is not a gastrocnemius."

"Are you also in league with this gastrula monster?"

"Clap~"

The skinny little student who spoke up was also slapped down by the Saiyan boy.

"Ah, the companion of the gastrula dared to attack us, we will fight him!"

The elementary school students with weapons in their hands rushed forward when they were called.

Aihara Enju reacted and was about to say something...

"Clap clap clap..."

Broly's slap has already been delivered.

The elementary school students who rushed over were hit hard on the face and their weapons fell.

"It hurts~"

"Woooooooo..."

They wailed and cried.

"Go call the teacher!"

Some of the elementary school students who were watching had already run into the teaching building.

"Mr. Satomi, how can you bully a child?"

The male teacher with glasses ran out and saw the students lying on the ground with one side of their faces swollen. He immediately questioned the boy angrily.

"Ah, this wasn't me who hit you..."

Rentaro Satomi waved his hands quickly.

"I beat them."

Broly raised his hand in acknowledgment.

"you……"

The male teacher looked at him hesitantly.

“They are not students of our school.”

"I'm not."

"How can you hit someone then?!"

The male teacher asked sternly.

"Because they slandered my friend, saying she was a gastrula."

Broly said while pointing at the girl who came over to finish the job but was injured and had tears in her eyes.

As soon as the male teacher saw the girl, he knew what was going on, but could this be considered as his student's fault?
"Aihara-san is originally a proto-gut..."

"Clap~"

The male teacher was slapped in the face before he could finish his words.

"Ah You……"

"Pah, pah, pah, pah..."

Broly slapped the male teacher wildly, controlling his strength so as not to kill him.

"See clearly? If you call my friend by the wrong name again, your teacher will be your role model."

At the entrance of the teaching building, the primary school students who saw this scene fell silent.

"The security guard is here!"

Suddenly, a primary school student shouted, and the students' eyes lit up, as if they had seen a savior.

"Let go of that teacher!"

Several campus security guards shouted this and rushed over here holding explosion-proof forks.

"Click~"

The explosion-proof fork was easily broken. Broly was not polite at all. He grabbed these adults and started beating them on the spot.

"No, be gentle, don't beat him to death."

Rentaro Satomi couldn't help and could only persuade from the side.

"Did you have any expectations of these adults just now? Very good, now you don't. Do you know how to call me friend?"

Broly stepped on the campus security guard who was beaten into a pig's head, and then asked a group of elementary school students.

The elementary school students didn't dare to answer. After all the adults were knocked down, they were like quails. The united stance of denouncing the girl just now was no longer there.

"Are you dead? I told you to speak. If you don't, I will continue to slap you!"

Broly continued to attack as he spoke, and he picked up the fat guy who was hit first and slapped him twice.

"What's her name?"

"Her, her name is Aihara-san..."

The little fat boy answered crying.

"Very well, next one."

"Clap!"

"What's her name?"

"Aihara-san..."

"next."

"Ah, I don't know her. She and I are not in the same class."

"Even those who are not in the same class have to be called!"

Aihara Enju: “…”

Seeing the boy carrying someone over, he slapped him twice and started questioning.

No matter if it’s a boy or a girl, if they don’t speak or answer, they will be slapped.

In the end, before Broly's slap landed, everyone affectionately called her Aihara-san.

"Look, your business is over."

The situation was a bit unexpected and quite nonsensical, but Enju Aihara was still somewhat moved.

"Broly, thank you."

The girl cried and laughed, with tears in her eyes, and expressed her gratitude sincerely.

Rentaro Satomi was standing next to him and felt that his head was so big.

Enju Aihara was verbally hurt by an elementary school student, and he could do nothing about it.

Now, if it was the elementary school students who were hurt by Broly's slap, he could do nothing about it.

I just hope the school doesn’t call the police and that the students who were beaten don’t go back and tell their parents.

However, this is probably impossible.

[How should this matter be resolved? ]

The boy was thinking about this problem. It is easy to make someone surrender by beating them, but it is difficult to deal with the aftermath.

If this matter were to spread to the public, public opinion might overwhelm people.

The news that the cursed child harmed primary school students was simply a hot news topic.

Even if the truth is not so, who would care?

(End of this chapter)