Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 630 The Wanpa Star Labor Corps, Nota's Mouse Girl!

"Broly, what are you hesitating about? We Saiyans are also space robbers. We are good at plundering planets and destroying civilizations. If you don't want to do it, I can do it for you."

Paragus is a traditional Saiyan, and he has no aversion to conquering planets and being a bandit. He even considerately tells Broly that if he doesn't want to do it, he and the Legion officers like Metamaga can do it for him.

"I told you, I won't be a robber. Are you saying this now because you have a problem with me?"

Broly looked at his father. Although his expression did not show any danger, Paragus sensed that his son intended to teach him a lesson.

[Resisting being a bandit is very contrary to Saiyan tradition, but valuing strength and letting the fist do the talking is quite traditional~]

Paragus inwardly grumbled, but not wanting a beating from his son, he quickly waved his hand: "No, I have no problem with you, but if we don't become robbers, and we're broke right now, what are you planning to do?"

"It's simple, we just work to earn money."

Broly answered matter-of-factly, and he didn't think making money would be a difficult thing.

"Then should I send the combat troops over there to work?"

Medama said that although it felt a bit strange for the planetary conquest force to become a labor force for Wampa, they couldn't let their king go there alone to work and earn money, could they?
"That's good. There's strength in numbers, so making money should be faster."

Broly nodded in agreement.

"Then I'll stay and watch the house."

Although Paragas also longed to go back and make contact with the cosmic civilizations he hadn't been in touch with for many years, Vampa always needed someone of his own to keep an eye on it.

Otherwise, what if someone took the planet Wanpa's spaceship and ran away with their planet and belongings?

Broly nodded again, thought for a moment, and then said to his father, "Also, take some Wanpa Spider legs, Baya Fruit from the Baya Beast, and the clothes you made from Baya Beast hair with you. Maybe these things can fetch a good price on Lyca Star."

"Yes~"

Paragus suddenly realized what was going on and immediately went to make preparations.

I've accumulated a lot of Baya beast sweaters over the years.

Although demon soldiers consume some of the Baya Beast Fruit every day, the output still exceeds the consumption.

As for the spider legs of the Vampa spider, after discovering that the Vampa spider can grow a new one after it is broken, it is not actually lacking in this area.

Using the Crystal Palace space, Bro collected a large amount of local specialties from Planet Wampa. Then, with his loyal former planetary demon conquest forces, he left the black energy barrier surrounding Planet Wampa and headed towards the distant life-bearing planet where yellow, green, and blue intertwined.

Of course, since these subordinates flew slowly, they were tied together with ropes. Broly carried fifty Wampa Star labor advance troops in each hand and flew towards Lyca Star.

Despite the distance of forty to fifty million kilometers and the absence of air resistance in space, Broly reached the atmosphere of this planet in just over half an hour.

Of course, the reason he wasn't faster was because he had to take care of his demon subordinates' bodies. Broly himself could withstand such extreme acceleration and deceleration, but that didn't mean his demon subordinates could.

Laika is a colony planet. The current inhabitants of this planet are mostly aliens who migrated from other planets.

Some of them are even races without interstellar travel capabilities, who were only relocated to this planet by the Galactic Federation for various reasons.

In the thermosphere of Laika's atmosphere, there are several space stations that serve as space ports.

Generally, extraterrestrial visitors come to dock with these space stations. Only after being reviewed and approved can they enter the planet.

but……

Broly looked at the dark, deserted space station and then glanced at Angela on his left, a puzzled expression appearing on his face.

"King Broly, maintaining the normal operation of facilities like space stations and spaceports is a very expensive thing."

Laika is merely an immigrant planet, not a famous tourist destination. These space stations were likely built to receive Boman immigrants, so it's understandable that they're now shut down.

Angela's voice came through the earpiece.

"Shall we go find the next space station?"

Using his aura to simulate the telepathic abilities of the Migludians, Bro asked Angela questions within her consciousness.

“King Broly, I think we can just go down directly. Lyca Star may not be willing to accept us, a group of unidentified outsiders, into the country. More importantly, I am worried that we may have bounties on our heads from the Galactic Federation.”

Angela almost revealed that she was a wanted criminal, since she used to be a member of the Slug Legion and it was normal for her to be wanted by the Galactic Federation.

Broly looked at the rope in his hand, then at the demon soldiers he had strung together, and suddenly an idea to make quick money popped into his head.

But since these demons were all on his side, Broly didn't actually take Angela and the others to a properly functioning space station to see if there were any bounties on their heads, and didn't do the thing of handing over his men in exchange for bounties.

Ignoring the space station, Broly led his men down to the three-colored planet below. Compared to Wampa, this life-bearing planet seemed to be larger.

Based on his rough assessment of the atmosphere, Broly concluded that this planet was teeming with life—more so than any Earth he had encountered in his travels to other worlds—making it a large, life-bearing planet.

. . . .

"Tzley, what are you looking at?"

A girl with yellow skin and light gray hair asked the question and handed over the gray, lumpy object in her hand.

"I'm watching a shooting star."

The girl, who also had green skin but white hair, answered and took the food her companion handed her, then started eating it.

"Huh, you can see shooting stars in broad daylight?"

Luna didn't believe it.

"I did see it just now."

Tzley was quite certain.

"where?"

Looking at the shooting star that was no longer visible in the sky above, Tsering replied, "It's gone. By the way, this ash paste tastes awful."

"There's no other way, this is the cheapest option, and it fills our stomachs. If you have to blame someone, it's all Qida's fault for taking most of the money we earned. But, Tselai, didn't you also hoard some money? Why don't you buy yourself something good to eat?"

"No way, I'm saving that to buy a house in Notta."

Tzley shook his head, rejecting his companion's suggestion.

"Ugh, buying a house... can people like us even afford one?"

"Stop being so sentimental and get to work. If you're willing to deposit your secret stash of money with me, I promise you'll have a room in the house after I buy it."

"Ha, I'm not going to save money. If I saved money, how would I dress myself up nicely?"

Upon hearing this, Luna resolutely refused.

Tse quickly finished the ash paste in his hand, and together they went down the stairs to a bustling street where earthen houses and metal buildings intertwined.

This is Nota, the capital of the immigrant planet [Leica]. Tselai and Luna are two little mice living in the outer ring of Nota.

Laika is a colony planet. The first group of immigrants named themselves after this planet and called themselves Laika people. More than 20 years ago, due to a mistake by a galactic patrolman, the original inhabitants of Boman were unable to continue living on their home planet. In order to make amends, the Galactic Federation relocated the Boman people to Laika.

The population explosion and the shrinking living space led to conflict between the two waves of interstellar immigrants. Although the conflict has eased over time, prejudice has not disappeared. Mixed-race individuals with Lyca and Bowman blood are looked down upon by both societies.

Tselai, a half-human, half-human child born on the planet Lyca, doesn't know who her parents are. After her birth, they abandoned her in a trash can. A woman named Qida picked her up and named her Tselai. Qida told her all these things. From the time she could remember, Tselai knew she was an unwanted orphan, and her only way to survive was to rely on the cooking skills she learned from Qida.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir."

On the bustling street, Tse accidentally bumped into a well-dressed Lyca. Her polite apology stopped the Lyca, who was about to get angry because of the bump.

[This is a lovely girl with healthy, green skin, and her pure white hair proves she's someone who enjoys sunbathing often...]

Just as the green-skinned man was about to say it was okay and forgive the girl, he saw her open her eyes, which ranged from light purple to deep black from the outside in.

"Oh, you damn mixed-race kid, don't get my clothes dirty!"

In response, Tselai kept apologizing, while the man walked away as if he were avoiding something dirty.

After the other person left, Luna poked her head out from around the corner and waved her wallet in their hand.

That's right, this is their job to make a living: being a thief, which is not uncommon in a big city.

When preparing to target a Lyca, the person who most resembles a Lyca is chosen to draw attention.

When encountering Bomans, Luna, who most resembles a Boman, is tasked with attracting their attention.

The victims were initially drawn to the two girls' attractive appearances.

At that very moment, another person will walk by and deftly snatch the wallets from those people.

Once the Lyca or Boman people who were initially attracted to them realize that the women are of mixed race, they will avoid them as if they were something unclean, or drive them away.

Given this unwelcome situation, they were always able to easily escape after succeeding.

Even if one or two people realize their wallets have been stolen and apprehend the person who attracted their attention, they often have to release the person because they can't find the stolen goods on the person who most resembles the thief or the person who attracted their attention.

How much money is there?

"He's a fat sheep."

Luna took out the money from her wallet and threw the rest of the leather jacket into the trash can.

After a hard day's work, the two split the profits 50/50, each keeping 10% for themselves.

Once back in an old tavern in Noru, they handed over the money they had earned that day to a burly, green-skinned woman, who was their foster mother, Chida.

"Tzley, Luna, well done. Take your dinner and eat over there. Here's your allowance."

There are also other adopted children here, and anyone who can earn money can receive a small portion of what they earn, as well as a not-too-lavish but filling dinner.

"You can't even earn money, all you do is eat, eat, eat. When are you going to pay back what you owe me?"

Those who didn't earn money would be scolded by Qida and spanked with a very thin stick, but they would still get a dinner that was just enough to fill their stomachs.

Overall, Chida wasn't a particularly demanding foster mother, but if anyone consistently failed to earn money, they would always be struggling to make ends meet.

"I'll share some with you."

Tzley shared part of his dinner with a girl who hadn't gotten anything in days.

Qida, who was over there, saw this and snorted coldly: "If you feed her like this, when will she ever learn to eat by herself?"

"If you're going to make someone work, you have to make sure they're fed first, right? Don't worry, I'll take her with me to make money tomorrow."

"You little brat who was born of a mother but raised without one, be careful not to get dragged down by your own children."

"Don't worry, don't you know my skills?"

The burly woman didn't say anything more and used the remote to turn on the projector next to her.

A virtual image was projected; it was a genuine Lyca woman.

He had green skin, wavy white hair, and black eyes, and the other person appeared to be a news anchor.

"The final batch of immigrant subsidies from the Galactic Federation will arrive on Laika Star soon..."

"President Barn has decided to use these supplies for infrastructure construction on the planet Leica..."

"Representative Latoken recently proposed in parliament that Leica should receive a third batch of interstellar immigrants in order to obtain interstellar immigration subsidies from the Galactic Federation..."

"Ha, from now on, the Bowmans can all say, 'You're an alien country bumpkin!'"

Qida said something.

Will our lives get better then?

"I'm curious," Tzley asked.

"That depends on the conscience of the officials."

Qida sneered.

. . . .

"Ha, less than thirty years have passed and they're already preparing to accept new interstellar immigrants. It seems the high-ranking officials have profited quite a bit from the last Bowman interstellar immigration and the subsidies from the Galactic Federation. Now that the subsidies have ended, they want to do it again. What a bunch of bastards!"

The staff member behind the counter cursed and looked at the boy leaning over the counter, saying, "See? Our officials here want to bring in a second batch of interstellar refugees. In the future, it might be hard even for us locals to find jobs, so how can we give jobs to you interstellar visitors?"

Broly: "..."

He arrived on this planet with his people in the morning, and after arriving, he started looking for work to earn money, but so far he has not found a suitable job.

Because there are no terrifying monsters here that require skilled adventurers to eliminate, nor is there any intention to hire a group of demon soldiers who, in broad daylight, are completely wrapped in spacesuits and look somewhat abnormal, to help with the work.

Of course, since there are also many interstellar visitors on this planet, no one questioned their identities because of their suspicious clothing, but they certainly didn't have any normal jobs.

"Does this sales clerk really not have any job?"

Broly pressed on, clearly mistaking the immigration and labor service center on Lyca for an organization similar to an adventurers' guild.

"What the heck is 'Uncle Counter'? I'm only 29 years and 19 months old!"

The staff member tried to explain, but seeing the boy's troubled look, he thought for a moment and asked, "Would you do the dirty work?"

"Dry!"

Broly's eyes lit up, and he gave an affirmative answer without hesitation. He would not be a robber, but he would do dirty work.

After all, some of his wives worked as assassins.

Therefore, even the president of this planet would not hesitate to help solve the problem if someone offered a good price for the other's life.

"Alright, there are so many of you, and you even brought your own protective suits. Just take this letter of introduction from the labor service agency and report to the city's sewer sanitation management office."

Broly: "???"

(End of this chapter)