Dragon Ball: Reborn as a Saiyan, I'm even more eccentric than Goku!

Chapter 165 The Saiyan Prince's Troubles

Heaven.

A stack of new clothes was placed in front of number 18, and a table of delicious food was set up next to it.

Not far away, a little bear was leading a band, dancing and parading with little elves.

She walked out of the fitting room on the 18th, already dressed in new clothes, and was looking in the mirror.

The little elf praised, "No wonder you're number 18, you have such a great figure! This outfit really shows off your figure!"

"Really? Thank you!"

Number 18 happily spun around.

"I wish I could go on a date with a handsome guy —"

On the 18th, Sun Mo's face appeared in her mind, but in the blink of an eye, Bulma's face appeared in her mind again.

Number 18 quickly snapped out of his thoughts.

"It's a pity I was born too late; all the good men have already been taken."

Based on her own strength, it seems there is no man on Earth worthy of her.

Looking at her beautiful reflection in the mirror, Number 18 couldn't help but sigh, "But I never imagined that after all the hardship I went through while I was alive, I would gain everything after I died."

"Without having to earn money, you can have delicious food and countless new clothes to wear. It seems like dying wouldn't be so bad."

Just then, a little sprite flew to Number 18's side.

"Miss No. 18, are you satisfied with today's arrangements?"

If you are not satisfied, we can make adjustments.

Number 18 asked, "To be honest, this arrangement makes me a little uneasy."

"I'm just an ordinary dead man, not some big shot, why are so many arrangements being made for me?"

The little elf continued with a smile: "No mistake, Miss Number 18."

Your upgraded treatment was personally approved by King Yama.

Why?

"Because you almost saved the world."

Number 18 was stunned.

"But, but I just didn't want to be absorbed by Cell and self-destruct—"

The little elf said, "Those things are not important. What is important is that someone spoke well of you before King Yama."

Number 18 was taken aback.

"Who?"

She doesn't remember ever knowing any important figures.

Especially important figures who can use connections to get to the underworld.

The little elf thought for a moment and said, "It is a gentleman named Sun Mo."

He's been busy with matters on Namek lately, and has visited Yama, the King of Hell, twice. He saw you in the ranks of souls and specifically instructed Yama to treat you well.

"So it was him. He actually has this kind of skill?"

18. He lowered his head and suddenly felt his face getting hot.

He thought to himself, "Why is he so good to me?"

Could it be that he likes me?

The little elf saw her lost in thought and woke her up.

"Miss Number 18?"

Number 18 raised her head, the redness fading, her face returning to its usual calm expression, and said, "Thank him for me."

The little elf honestly said, "I'm sorry, I can't see him at all, so I can't thank him on your behalf."

However, you could go and thank him in person.

Number 18 was taken aback.

"What?"

The little elf said, "I heard from Lord Yama that Mr. Sun Mo has recently been looking for the Namekians, wanting to revive the Dragon Balls."

If the Dragon Balls are revived, maybe you can be revived too —

Number 18's eyes lit up.

"Really? That's wonderful."

The little elf said, "Yes, your friend is really capable, and he's so good to you. Is he your boyfriend?"

Number 18 blushed. "Don't joke around, I'm not that lucky—"

The little elf retorted, "How could that be?"

I think you are very beautiful, kind, and have such a great figure. You are definitely worthy of him.

Overwhelmed by the praise, Number 18's eyes darted around, and she covered her face in embarrassment.

"Really?"

"Of course, we fairies don't lie," the fairy replied confidently.

Number 18 bit her lip, her face burning even more.

Seeing Number 18's lovesick expression, the little elf covered her mouth and chuckled to herself.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now. I'll bring the latest clothes again tomorrow—"

"OK, thanks!"

Only one day had passed on Earth after Klin was dealt with.

The spaceship modification is complete; it will take another two days.

Sun Mo could only wait at home, while Buma was busy, and he took care of his daughter.

In another city, Vegeta was so preoccupied with trying to break through to Super Saiyan 2 that he couldn't sleep.

After all, he hadn't been able to break through even after two years of arduous training in the Spiritual Time Chamber. No matter how hard he trained, he couldn't reach that level.

The only way is to start with anger.

But Vegeta, apart from being angry that he couldn't surpass him, had nothing else to be angry about.

But this level is not enough to support his transformation.

He was unaware that Goku and Sun Mo were working tirelessly to revive the Dragon Balls.

He was only focused on breaking through.

The sun was shining brightly that day.

He was taken to the amusement park by his wife Anya to spend the weekend with his wife and son.

The amusement park was bustling with activity; weekend afternoons were never short of parents bringing their children to play.

The Ferris wheel turned slowly, the roller coaster roared past, and the sweet scent of cotton candy filled the air—everything was just like it should be in peacetime.

His wife Anya and son Trunks rode the Ferris wheel, while Vegeta sat on a bench with his arms crossed and his brow furrowed so deeply it could trap a fly.

He glanced at his wife and son's happy faces, but he couldn't feel happy at all.

"Damn it, Goku has already surpassed Super Saiyan, while I'm still just sitting here doing nothing—"

But his son and wife were trying to cheer him up.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Little Trunks waved excitedly from the carousel not far away, his small body riding on a colorful horse, his eyes narrowed into slits with laughter.

Vegeta raised his hand expressionlessly in response.

Anya sat down next to him and handed him an ice cream cone: "Try it, Trank specially picked out the strawberry flavor for you."

Vegeta looked at the pink thing and his lips twitched.

"—I am the prince of the Saiyans."

"so what?"

"So I don't eat this kind of thing—this kind of thing—"

"What is this?"

Anya held the ice cream cone to Vegeta's lips.

Vegeta opened his mouth, and finally took a vicious bite.

"That's a good girl!"

Anya smiled and leaned on his shoulder.

Vegeta's gaze, however, unconsciously drifted into the distance.

He was recalling the state of Goku, trembling with rage as he witnessed Krillin's death.

He also needs anger.

He thought of Frieza, of Planet Vegeta, and of his father.

However, as a Saiyan who has never been particularly emotional, Vegeta's memories did not make him very angry.

Living on Earth in recent years has enriched his emotions somewhat, but it hasn't changed him too much.

"Daddy, Daddy! Look at me! Look at me!"

Trunks had already gotten off the carousel and was standing not far away, holding up a balloon with a look of wanting praise on his face.

"I saw it." Vegeta said indifferently.

Anya chuckled softly from the side, "Trunks, Daddy saw you, come here."

Little Trunks came running over and buried his head in Anya's arms.

"Mommy, Mommy, I want to ride the roller coaster again."

"Okay, I'll take you on a roller coaster!"

Anya stood up, glancing back at Vegeta before leaving: "Stop thinking about training all the time, relax today!"

You're just too stressed. Look at Kakarot and Sun Mo, they still find time to spend with their families and take care of their kids!

Vegeta scoffed, "Tch, don't compare me to them!"

Trunks had already run to the bottom of the roller coaster, and Anya, ignoring Vegeta, hurried after the child.

At that moment, the host loudly announced: "Lady's my pillows!"

Our amusement park has invited the great Ginyu Force girl group, who will be performing the latest and trendiest dances for everyone. Let's cheer them on!

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