Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 544 Failed Clone Attempt Leads to Supernatural Power; Tattoo on the Cover of the Encyclopedia of Spells

After obtaining the complete magic manual, Jackie Chan rushed back to San Francisco the next day.

"Dad, I'm home."

Jackie Chan was startled when he pushed open the door to Old Man's Antique Shop.

"What kind of monster?!"

"This isn't a monster, Uncle Jackie, this is Broly."

Xiaoyu got off the chair and explained to Jackie Chan, who was standing at the door in a defensive posture.

"But how did Broly become like this? He now has three heads and six arms?"

Broly, sitting shirtless in his father's antique shop, looked like he had three heads and six arms.

"I was researching the copying spell, trying to use my own power to imitate it, but there was a small mistake. My energy was too violent. Without a support, it couldn't take shape on its own. So, I tried not separating the energy of the simulated copying spell from myself, and that's how it turned out."

Broly, with his three heads, spoke in unison, and according to Xiaoyu, his current appearance was exactly like that of Nezha, who wreaked havoc in the East Sea in the Investiture of the Gods, without needing special effects or makeup.

"Uh, then why don't you change back?"

Jackie Chan has seen many amazing things. He was just a little startled when he suddenly saw a three-headed, six-armed man in the antique shop, but he has calmed down now.

"I haven't fully figured out this technique yet; it's currently in the research and development stage."

"That means Broly can't control it at will yet. He has to wait for the split head and arms to run out of energy and dissipate on their own."

Xiaoyu helped explain from the side, and she thought Broly's current three-headed, six-armed posture was absolutely cool, and it would be even better if he could control it freely.

"That's why I told you, old man, that spells are dangerous, even the most insignificant basic copy spells are."

The old man came out of the room and handed me a bottle of medicine.

"Come on, Broly, drink it down."

"what is this?"

"This potion that your father prepared should be able to restore your strange appearance."

"But I didn't use a spell to become like this; I used my qi to mimic the effect of a spell."

Broly took the glass bottle containing the purple liquid from his father's hand; just by the smell, he could tell that it definitely didn't taste good.

"Dad doesn't understand your anger, but Dad knows how to use a spell to release it. We'll try anything, you don't want to go to school looking like this, do you? It'll definitely scare other people."

Broly frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then drank his father's medicine. As for the taste, unsurprisingly, it was indescribable.

However, his father was indeed a capable sorcerer. As soon as his potion entered his stomach, Broly felt an itch on his left and right sides and back. The head and arms that Broly had grown by imitating the spell with his breath quickly turned into a stream of breath and flowed into his body.

The three-headed, six-armed Broly has reverted to the normal Broly, and the previously shared three-sided view has now reverted to one-sided.

"Although there were some mishaps, the feeling of having three heads and six arms is actually not bad. It allows me to see even what's behind me, and with two more pairs of arms, I feel like I can do more things."

"So, Broly, do you still want to look like that?"

"Yes, I plan to continue my research and see if I can create a controllable three-headed, six-armed being, and then stably separate the clone from the main body."

Broly nodded honestly, showing no sign of giving up. His father patted his forehead and said, "I really don't know if agreeing to teach you spells is a good thing or a bad thing."

"At least Broly only turned himself into Nezha and didn't cause trouble for anyone else, right?"

Xiaoyu spoke up for Broly from the side.

"Then wait until you learn how to concoct your father's antidote before you try your research."

My dad said something rather irritatingly.

"Dad, Broly and I are going to school now."

"Go on, go on, or you'll be late."

After Jade and Broly left, the old man looked at Jackie Chan.

"Jackie Chan, have you gotten your hands on the complete magic manual?"

"Here it is."

Jackie Chan quickly put down his backpack, took out an old-fashioned book with a cool mask pattern on the cover, and handed it to his father.

"It seems I'll have to put in a lot of effort to decipher this ancient script."

The old man glanced through the encyclopedia of spells and then asked his apprentice, Tru, to fetch some ancient texts, as he needed to use them to decipher the text in the encyclopedia.

. . . .

Meanwhile, Jade and Broly arrived at the middle school. After last week's movie incident, they had become quite the popular figures at school.

"Xiaoyu, did you and Broly have any new adventures this weekend?"

When the students saw the two enter the classroom, some of them asked Xiaoyu in front of them expectantly.

"No new adventures, but Broly has learned new tricks, that's for sure."

"What trick?"

Have you read the novel *Investiture of the Gods*?

"what is that?"

"My hometown's myths and legends..."

Xiaoyu recommended the story of Nezha to the others.

“Broly learned the superpower of having three heads and six arms this weekend. He can conjure up three heads and six arms. Do you know what that means?”

"What does it mean?"

The students looked at Xiaoyu with curiosity.

"This means he can use one head to read a book, another to chat with a friend, and yet another to eat. That's incredibly efficient."

Xiaoyu shared her experience from this weekend, saying that if she could do it herself, she would also like to try this trick.

"Come on, this story is even more ridiculous than your Hollywood battles against lightning demons. Now, who wants to see the skull tattoo on my arm?"

The Mexican boy rolled up the sleeve of his left short-sleeved shirt, revealing a black and white skull pattern underneath.

American high school students seem less able to imagine the three-headed, six-armed supernatural powers of Eastern mythology, but are more interested in the skull tattoo on the arm of the Mexican-American boy, Xiaozhu.

"It looks so cool."

"Of course, I went through a lot of trouble to get it."

"I heard that tattoos are very painful. Xiaozhu, you're really amazing."

Upon hearing this, the Mexican boy looked embarrassed, but when he saw Xiaoyu and the other girl looking over, he raised his chin to indicate that the pain was nothing.

"What's so great about tattoos? They don't even look that good."

"Xiaoyu, do you have tattoos?"

"I don't have it now, but I want it, and I can have something better anytime."

"Come on, your old-fashioned Uncle Long would never allow you to get a tattoo!"

Xiao Zhu wasn't wrong, because when Xiao Yu came home from school in the afternoon and asked the busy Jackie Chan if she could get a tattoo, Jackie Chan directly refused.

"Absolutely not! Tattoos are only for bad kids. Good kids would never get tattoos!"

"But my classmates at school..."

"I said no, and that's final. There's no room for discussion."

Jackie Chan said without leaving any room for negotiation.

“ε=(ο｀*))) Sigh~”

Xiaoyu sat on the wooden stairs with a sigh, because she had already made that boastful statement.

He said he would bring an even cooler tattoo than Xiaozhu's to school tomorrow.

“Xiaoyu…” “Broly, you don’t need to comfort me. I’m already prepared to be embarrassed tomorrow.”

"No, I mean, why don't we draw a pattern on it?"

Upon hearing this, Xiaoyu's eyes lit up.

"Yes, Uncle Long just doesn't allow me to get tattoos, but he didn't say I can't draw patterns on my body."

"But where do we find cool designs?"

"What do you think about drawing a plate of delicious food on it?"

Broly suggested that he thought that was the coolest.

"That's not cool at all, people will definitely laugh at you."

Xiaoyu shook her head. She didn't know if it was an accident, but her father's study door was not closed, and she happened to see the cover of the magic encyclopedia that was placed diagonally on the bookshelf.

"I think I have a pattern!"

Xiaoyu ran inside and took the book.

"This must be the cover image of the spellbook and demon book that Uncle Long found this time. It looks cooler than the skull on Xiaozhu's arm, doesn't it?"

"Is that so? I don't think so."

Xiaoyu took out her notebook, tore off a piece of white paper, and placed it on the cover of the Encyclopedia of Spells. She quickly traced the pattern on it with a purple pen.

"Broly, here is the antidote recipe. Remember, do not use your three-headed, six-armed spell unless you concoct the antidote yourself."

Just after Xiaoyu put the spellbook back in its place, her father came in. He saw Broly and assumed the boy had come to get the antidote recipe, so he handed him a piece of paper with the antidote recipe written on it and gave the Saiyan boy some instructions.

"Thank you, Dad. I understand."

Broly expressed his sincere gratitude.

"Alright, Dad needs to get back to work now, so don't bother him here."

Broly and Jade left their father's study.

"Where can I buy lavender, rhinoceros horn, peacock tail feathers, and chameleon molts?"

Broly picked up the recipe, looked at it, and asked a question.

"You can buy lavender at a flower shop. I do have some peacock tail feathers in stock; it's from a hat I bought when Uncle Long and I went to the zoo last time. It has peacock tail feathers on the back. I think reptile pet shops should have chameleon molts. As for rhinoceros horn, I don't know about that. Maybe you can go to the African savanna to look for it."

Broly set off with money and Jade. Of course, there's nothing else that money can buy, but the key item was rhinoceros horn. Broly actually took Jade to Africa and used a file to polish the horn of a large rhinoceros.

Is that enough?

"Dad's recipe says that only a little rhinoceros horn powder is needed, and we've made a whole bag of it."

"What about these poachers?"

Xiaoyu pointed behind her to the poachers who had been knocked unconscious and were carrying hunting rifles, preparing to poach rhinos, and asked.

"I'll take them down."

Broly raised his hand, energy blast ready, intending to vaporize the group of guys who had just fired at them.

"Well, let's take them to the nearest police station."

Xiaoyu quickly stopped Broly, tied the poachers' hands and feet with the poacher's rope, and then had the boy carry the group to a city near the grassland, where they threw the poachers and their poaching equipment into the police station.

After doing all that, they left, leaving the South African police who had been given this unexpected credit completely bewildered. Without surveillance footage, the police could only thank nature for its bounty.

Back in San Francisco, before sunset, Broly took the ingredients and started mixing them with Jade.

After fiddling around for a while, the two of them produced a large bottle of purple potion. Broly took off his shirt and used his breath to mimic the copying spell, and two heads and four arms emerged from his shoulders and back respectively.

Of course, this is not the limit of the number of heads and arms he can divide; it's just that there is only so much space on his shoulders and back. Although he can divide it further, he would truly become a deformed monster.

After reverting to his three-headed, six-armed form, Broly immediately picked up the purple potion and took a sip. The taste was just as unpleasant, but the effect was the same as the potion his father had given him that morning.

"We succeeded. Now you can continue practicing your Three Heads and Six Arms spell."

By evening, after drinking two large bottles of antidote potion, Broly had figured out how to actively retract the head and limbs that had grown out. As for how to reliably separate these limbs, he still had no clue.

But it was already evening, and he couldn't linger at the antique shop any longer. He made an appointment with Xiaoyu to meet again tomorrow and then went back to his rented apartment.

. . . .

“See, I told you there was no chance. Broly lives near that antique shop. It’s so close. If something happens at the antique shop, he can definitely get there.”

The trio from the Black Hand Gang, who had successfully shifted the blame to the Shadow Legion, and Alfred watched from upstairs as the Saiyan boy walked back to his rented room on the street below. Rasu thought it was impossible for them to steal the complete magic manual from Old Man's antique shop right under Broly's nose.

"Besides, even without Broly, Jackie Chan and Tru are still in that antique shop. This mission from Shendu is simply making things difficult for us."

Ah Fen also started complaining.

"Seriously, why are you all thinking about robbing? Can't we steal?"

A word to awaken the dreamer.

"Zhou, you're a true genius!"

"Shall we proceed now?"

Afu asked, feeling that he could transform into a bat and silently sneak inside.

"No, wait until tomorrow."

"Hey, why wait until tomorrow?"

The others looked at Afen in confusion.

"Because the children also have to go to school tomorrow."

"Ah Fen, you're a genius too!"

On the rooftop, the Black Hand gang members exchanged pleasantries and decided to wait until Broly went to school the next morning before taking action to seize the Complete Book of Spells.

And now...

Good night, everyone.

It's time to sleep; I need to be well-rested to get back to work.

. . . .

The next day, Broly and Xiaoyu went to school together again. On the way, Xiaoyu pulled up her trouser leg and asked the boy next to her, "Broly, what do you think? I wrapped it in plastic wrap all night last night, isn't the pattern clear now?"

"It is indeed clear, but do you really think it looks good? I feel it's not as good as a hamburger pattern."

The two chatted as they walked to school. When the first class ended, Xiaoyu pulled up her trouser leg and showed her classmates her tattoo, which was even cooler than Xiaozhu's. She had drawn it with colored pens and then washed it with water.

"I think my tattoos are cooler than yours!"

Xiaoyu reached out and pulled up Xiaozhu's short sleeve to make a comparison, but after pulling it open, she found that the other's left arm was completely bare.

"No, Xiaozhu, where's your tattoo?"

“I thought you all knew that those were tattoos that could be torn off.”

"His tattoos are fake too."

Broly said to Xiaoyu, who had returned to her seat.

"Luckily, I don't actually have a tattoo."

Xiaoyu felt like she had been tricked, but thankfully the tattoo on her leg was also fake, applied with colored pen and water.

When school was over, Xiaozhu tripped and fell flat on his face as he left the classroom. Xiaoyu looked at Xiaozhu, then at Broly, and thanked the boy, saying, "Thank you for standing up for me, Broly."

"It's okay, we're friends after all. By the way, how many times do you want that guy to fall down?"

"Just once is enough. Although I don't really like Xiaozhu, we are classmates after all. He tricked me once, so falling down once is enough to even things out."

(End of this chapter)