Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 560 An overly enthusiastic girl, she's practically defying the natural order!
"Well, little Broly, would you like to come home with me?"

The girl with long, straight black hair, Isayama Yomi, rested her left hand on her knee, slightly bending her waist. Her straight black sideburns fell down from her ears. She stretched out her other hand in front of Broly, making a gesture similar to a man inviting a female dance partner to dance.

Simply put, it means placing your palms up, but not too far forward, in front of Broly.

"I am willing."

Broly felt a little awkward, but still placed the tip of his small hand on the hand of the long-haired girl in front of him, just like a female partner accepting an invitation to dance with a male partner.

"Well then, I'll say goodbye to my colleagues and then take you back."

Isayama Yomi grasped his hand, a happy smile spreading across her face. The fact that such a lonely child was willing to believe in her gave her a sense of pride, as if she had done something similar to what her adoptive father had done.

"Take this child home, Miss Huang Quan, are you serious?"

“I’ve already called the room manager, and she said there’s no problem.”

"Even if there's no problem with the head of the department, have you spoken to Mr. Naraku?"

"currently there is not."

When questioned by her colleagues, Yomi Isayama honestly denied it.

"No, you dare bring a strange child home? Don't forget you're a minor yourself!"

Izuna Noriyuki covered his forehead. To put it nicely, the girl's actions could be called a sudden outpouring of kindness; to put it bluntly, it was acting without thinking.

"Ms. Isayama, is there a problem with you bringing me home? If there is a problem..."

Broly was interrupted by Yomi Isayama before he could finish speaking.

“Little Broly, don’t listen to Iizuna’s nonsense. My father is a great man, and he certainly won’t mind if I take you home.”

"Is that what it looks like?"

"That's right. Also, don't call me Miss Isayama, it's too formal. Just call me Sister Yomi."

The girl with long, straight black hair grinned at the Saiyan boy, revealing a very sunny smile, her teeth perfectly straight and white.

“I’ll drive you and the child back to the Isayama family.”

Koji Iwabata walked over and said.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Iwabata."

Isayama Yomi quickly bowed and thanked him.

"You're welcome, but please explain this to Mr. Naraku properly in the car."

Broly was led by the hand by Yomi Isayama and got into the Bureau of Supernatural Countermeasures' vehicle.

In the back seat, the girl sat next to him, took out her phone but didn't make a call. Instead, she typed a text message and sent it to someone.

Broly looked at Yomi Isayama's profile and noticed that the girl's expression changed from a somewhat uncertain frown to a confident and relaxed look.

"Does this mean Mr. Naraku has agreed?"

Koji Iwabata noticed the change in the girl's expression through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but ask her a question.

“My father told me to go home and we would talk about this in detail, but when he said we would talk about it in detail, he was actually no longer against me bringing a child home.”

"If someone who doesn't know the situation heard you say that, they might think you're pregnant with another man's child."

"Hey, it's true!"

The car soon arrived in front of the Isayama family's house, a retro-style duplex villa that looked like the residence of a wealthy family. As a famous exorcising family, the Isayama family was indeed not short of money.

Isayama Yomi got out of the car with Broly and pushed open his own door. A middle-aged man with a scar on his face, an empty left sleeve, and a stern expression stood in front of the entrance, as if he had been waiting there for a long time.

"Father, I'm back."

Izayama Yomi said to the man.

"Now that you're back, let's talk about what you texted me about. You said you wanted to take in a child who got involved in an exorcism incident. Huang Quan, are you serious?"

Naraku Isayama asked with a stern face.

“Yes, Father, I am serious. I think this child is in a dangerous situation. He can only be safe if he stays with the Isayama family.”

Meeting her adoptive father's serious gaze, Isayama Yomi pointed to the Saiyan boy beside her who could easily destroy a planet and said earnestly.

"This reason is the same as the reason I adopted you in the past. But simply taking in a child is not enough. As a child yourself, are you really confident in taking care of another, even younger child?"

Isayama Naraku's gaze shifted to Broly, who looked bewildered behind his adopted daughter, unaware of how he had ended up in danger. The man's serious expression softened somewhat, and he asked his daughter again.

"of course."

Isayama Yomi answered without hesitation.

“Since you are confident, then my Isayama family doesn’t care about having an extra pair of chopsticks.”

After Isayama Naraku finished speaking, he looked at Broly and asked.

"What's your name?"

"Broly".

"Alright, from today onwards, you are a member of the Isayama family, but your specific role in this family will depend on your own performance."

Being able to see spirits at this age proves that the boy has a high level of intuition and the talent to become an exorcist. If the boy's talent is as outstanding as his adopted daughter's, he might even become an ally of Isayama Yomi in the future. Isayama Naraku has some expectations for this.

Of course, it doesn't matter if she doesn't have talent. It's just another mouth to feed in the family. It's enough to cultivate her sense of responsibility.

"Uh, um."

Broly nodded. Since he couldn't read minds, he didn't know what Isayama Naraku was thinking. He just felt that he was integrating into the home of his new target girl in this world very quickly.

"Little Broly, are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"

With her father's approval, Isayama Yomi felt relieved. But as soon as she felt relieved, she felt a little hungry, as she hadn't eaten dinner yet.

However, she was more worried about whether the boy who had made the bridge hole his home was also hungry, so she asked Broly.

"I had already eaten something before I came here."

Broly refers to the things he ate in the Six-Faced World.

"Then let's eat some more."

But to Isayama Yomi, the girl thought of the boy's scavenging for a living and assumed that Broly had only eaten a little bit.

However, being new to a stranger's home, I was initially too shy to express my needs.

As for why she thinks this way, it's because she had a similar mindset when she was first adopted.

However, her adoptive father, Naraku Isayama, treated her as his own daughter, which gradually made her regard the Isayama family as her new home.

"Let me see what's in the refrigerator..."

Isayama Yomi pulled the boy into the house, told Broly to sit at the dining table and wait, and then ran to the refrigerator, opened it and checked the food inside.

"Hmm, how about we have chicken risotto with the chicken we bought yesterday, leftover rice, carrots, and corn?"

The girl asked, and Broly had no objection. Isayama Yomi quickly brought out the necessary items to the counter. She skillfully chopped vegetables, put on an apron, and began making risotto in front of the gas stove.

Before long, the steaming hot chicken risotto was placed on a plate and served to Broly by the girl.

Would you like some ketchup?

"Does it taste better with ketchup?"

"Chicken risotto tastes even better with tomato sauce."

"Then add a little more."

Isayama Yomi immediately came over and drew a smiley face on Broly's risotto with ketchup.

"Want to watch cartoons?"

After putting the ketchup back in the refrigerator, the girl with long, straight black hair sitting opposite me asked again.

"it is good."

Broly nodded, remembering the girl from the Black Bullet world.

Isayama Yomi turned on the television, and it just so happened to be a news channel.

Inside, a news report about a plane crash that occurred two weeks prior was playing.

"The confirmed victims include all members of the Sanzu River archaeological team, who are..."

Isayama Yomi quickly changed the channel, realizing that it was unacceptable for a homeless child to hear heavy news.

What cartoon do you want to watch?

Do you have Dragon Balls?

"what is that?"

"Never mind what I said, just take it as it comes."

"Then let's watch Clever Ikkyu!"

The intro to "I like it, I like it..." soon began playing on the old-fashioned television set, which was in keeping with the times.

Broly watched the story of Ikkyu with great interest while eating, and quickly finished off the chicken stew in front of him.

"Aren't you going to watch it?" "My sister has to go wash the dishes."

"I'll help you wash it."

"No need, you can continue watching cartoons."

Isayama Yomi quickly waved his hand.

At that moment, she felt that the boy was a very sensible child.

[Isayama Yomi's happiness level is increasing; currently at 3.]

Broly discovered that it seemed the girl washing dishes would be happy as long as he obeyed her.

"Want to take a shower?"

After washing the dishes, Isayama Yomi thought about taking care of her personal hygiene. She looked at the boy who was sitting obediently watching TV in a chair, walked over and asked him.

"Ah."

Broly had no objection.

"We don't have any boys' clothes at home. If you don't mind, little Broly, you can wear my old clothes from when I was little. Of course, not dresses, but the kind with pants."

"I do not mind."

"You can use mine for the towel. Also, do you need me to help you take a bath?"

"May I?"

"of course."

Yomi Isayama looked at Broly, who looked like an elementary school student, and thought there was nothing wrong with him.

"Then, I'll leave it to you."

Taking a bath always enhances feelings, and Broly didn't refuse.

"Sister Huang Quan should be added after this."

"Sister Huangquan".

Yomi Isayama led the boy to the changing room and asked him to raise his hand so she could help remove Broly's linen clothes.

When Isayama Yomi got the linen clothes, she was somewhat surprised that the material was much softer than it looked.

But before she could examine it closely, as she squatted down and took off Broly's pants, she saw Broly's tail wrapped around his waist.

"Are you a monster?"

The girl, who was an exorcist, immediately became alert.

"No, I am a Saiyan."

Broly shook his head in reply.

This scene seemed somewhat familiar to him.

Thinking about it carefully, the first time I traveled to another world, it seems there was a similar plot in Fujimura's house.

"Wanpa Star, a real tail, but no demonic aura, are you really an alien?"

"Ah."

"No, no, no, it's possible for humans to exhibit atavism and grow a furry tail."

Compared to aliens, Yomi Isayama seems to believe in science more.

"By the way, although my tail isn't very sensitive anymore, I can still feel it when someone pinches or rubs it. Can you let go of my tail, Sister Huangquan?"

"Ah, sorry."

Izayama Yomi quickly let go of his hand, and subconsciously looked in front of the boy. After confirming that it was a little guy with his skin wrapped up, she took off her own clothes with peace of mind.

The girl's skin was as white as snow, and her long hair fell down just enough to cover the key parts of her upper body. Isayama Yomi didn't mind that her body was being seen by a child, and she took Broly into the bathroom.

"Let me rub your back."

After getting soaked in the water, Izayama Yomi let Broly sit in a chair, and Broly did not refuse.

"Little Broly, can you tell your sister about your story?"

Isayama Yomi wanted to get closer to the boy, so she squeezed some shower gel onto a bath towel and started scrubbing his back while asking him questions.

"Sure, but I'm quite busy. What exactly would you like to know?"

"Is it okay if it's about things from your childhood?"

"Exactly how many hours?"

Broly looked somewhat young, so Isayama Yomi thought for a moment and said, "Can you remember anything from before you were four or five years old?"

"can."

"Then let's talk about when they're four or five years old."

“I was born on Planet Vegeta as a Saiyan baby. My mother died at my birth. Afterwards, it was said that my potential was too high, and King Vegeta considered me a threat, so he banished me to the dangerous planet Vampa, which is full of giant monsters. My father came after me, but our spaceship broke down, and my father and I were stranded on Vampa…”

Broly recounted his childhood life on Planet Wampa, and his vivid and detailed stories captivated Yomi Isayama.

Of course, Yomi Isayama didn't believe the story about the giant monster; she just thought it was a boy's embellished fantasy about real life.

"So you ate those wampee spiders to survive when you were a child?"

"Hmm, the taste was terrible, but it's much better now."

Isayama Yomi speculated that "Vampa Spider" was probably a substitute for food scavenged from the wild, which was difficult to swallow before but is now used to.

"Don't worry, you're at your sister's house now, so you won't have to eat those things anymore."

The girl hugged him with some tenderness, and Broly could feel the resilience within her soft body; she was clearly a trained fighter.

"Actually, I eat less pea spiders now."

Broly felt a little strange about the excessive enthusiasm of the person he had just met. He used to be the one who was more proactive and enthusiastic, but now the tables had turned, making him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Sister Huangquan, you've rubbed my back. Do you need me to rub yours too?"

Broly felt he had to reciprocate the other person's enthusiasm, so he asked.

"What a sensible child. Okay, I'll entrust my back to you now."

Isayama Yomi swept her long black hair in front of her and turned her smooth back towards the boy behind her, as if entrusting the safety of her back to a trusted comrade on the battlefield.

A glint flashed in Broly's eyes, and he sensed the trust that the girl he was trying to win over had in him.

His inner passion for scrubbing his wife's back began to burn. He was determined to use his years of experience scrubbing his wife's back (serious version) to live up to the expectations of the person in front of him.

"No problem, leave it to me. I guarantee I'll scrub your back clean, Sister Huangquan, until there's not a speck of dirt left."

Pat your back with a damp towel, then use your five fingers to rub upwards.

"uh-huh……"

A strange sound came from Isayama Yomi's mouth.

Two minutes later, the girl comfortably lay on her knees: "I didn't expect you to be so good at scrubbing people's backs."

"Of course, that's what I used to do to make a living!"

Seeing that Isayama Yomi's happiness level had increased by two points, Broly raised his head and said with considerable pride.

"No wonder."

"What's the wonder?"

"No wonder you have muscles; you don't look like you're always starving."

As Isayama Yomi spoke, he reached out and touched Broly's body.

At such a young age, his chest and abdominal muscles are already very well-developed, and you can't tell at all when he's wearing clothes.

"Little Broly, you must often scrub people's backs in the bathhouse, right?"

"Hey, how did you know?"

"Is that even a question? With your physique, you definitely can't build that up unless you do hard physical labor."

At this moment, Isayama Yomi had already imagined a scene of a little boy in a public bathhouse, working hard to scrub other people's backs to earn a living. His muscles looked perfect, but they were all traces of life.

"Well, while my physique is the result of hard work, it's not just about scrubbing people's backs..."

"I know you must have done a lot of other chores, right? Don't worry, you won't have to do chores everywhere anymore. The Isayama family will let you live a life like ordinary children!"

Broly's expression was somewhat subtle, but looking at Isayama Yomi who was speaking seriously, he still replied, "I understand, Yomi-neechan, if you want me to live the life of an ordinary child."

Broly's target audience has a variety of needs, but he will try his best to meet them. As an actor who almost became a Hollywood superstar, he will definitely cooperate with the girl in front of him and act like an ordinary child.

However, just to be on the safe side, Broly decided to consult with others in the group chat about what kind of behavior would be considered typical of a child.

"Alright, I've finished scrubbing your back, now you can take a bath with your sister."

Isayama Yomi picked up the boy, stepped into the bathtub, and lay down in the hot water. She breathed a comfortable sigh of relief, looking completely at ease.

(End of this chapter)