Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Culinary Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 878 How do you train? Do you also do a hundred push-ups every day...?

"Broly, since you're willing to come with me to the House of Evolution, I should be honest with you and explain the situation there."

The House of Evolution is a research institution comprised of Dr. Genus and his clones. Dr. Genus is undoubtedly a genius scientist, and his ideal is to single-handedly advance the evolution of the human species, creating a new human through his research. To this end, he has conducted numerous biological experiments, first on animals and insects, and then on humans.

Meanwhile, at the House of Evolution, the test subjects ranked ahead of me included the Mantis Man, the Armored Gorilla, the Beast King, and the most dangerous, the Asura Rhinoceros Beetle.

This time, I ran away on my own. I'm not sure if Dr. Genus will forgive me when I get back, so we might have to fight those guys.

"Don't worry, you can leave the fighting to me. I'm pretty good at it."

"Hmm, Broly, your flight speed is faster than mine after my evolution, and your strength should be no weaker than the Beast King. However, the most dangerous one is the Asura Rhinoceros Beetle. That guy is a true killing machine. I'm afraid even if all of us test subjects attacked together, we wouldn't be a match for him."

Mosquito Girl clung to Broly's back as he carried her, her mouth close to his ear as she chattered on about the House of Evolution.

"However, you don't need to worry too much. The House of Evolution can't completely control the Asura Rhinoceros Beetle. As long as Dr. Genus dares to release the Asura Rhinoceros Beetle to fight, we can just run away. In that case, Dr. Genus will be the one with a headache."

Broly didn't say anything when Mosquito Girl suggested escaping; he just wanted to take that thing down in a second.

"Uh, Mosquito Girl, I have a question for you. Did you get the address for the House of Evolution right?"

Broly flew with Mosquito Girl to the location of the House of Evolution that the other party had given them, and looking at the empty wasteland below, he couldn't help but ask.

"No, I remember this place. It might have been attacked. However, the buildings above ground at the House of Evolution are just a decoy; the real research base is built underground."

As soon as Mosquito Girl finished speaking, a loud bang was heard, and a large amount of soil and gravel flew out from the ground beneath her feet, creating a huge gap in the flat ground.

"We still have four hours, Saitama-sensei. If we walk fast, we can definitely make it to the supermarket's sale!"

"Ah, there's a discount sale on Saturday, wait for me!"

Two familiar figures rushed out, the bald man at the front, his head reflecting the dazzling glow of the setting sun, galloping towards Z City with a cloud of dust rising from his feet.

Behind them, the cyborg who had fought Mosquito Girl a week earlier was chasing after the person in front of them. The two of them, one in front of the other, quickly disappeared into the dense forest.

"Uh, Broly, it seems we're too late. The House of Evolution looks like it's been razed to the ground."

Mosquito Girl recognized the two who had run away; she had a particularly vivid memory of Saitama's slap.

At the same time, he also thought about the possibility that Dr. Genus had installed surveillance devices on him.

I wasn't too surprised that the two of them had escaped from the underground base of the House of Evolution.

"No, there's still a trace of life left after they ran out of the underground."

Broly sensed the presence of the underground and, carrying Mosquito Girl, landed and flew into the opening in the ground.

"Dr. Genus!"

When Mosquito Girl saw a young man standing blankly in front of the gap, she immediately revealed his identity.

At this moment, the genius scientist she had spoken of was sniffling, looking utterly dejected. "Mosquito Girl, you really didn't die?"

The sudden appearance of the Mosquito Woman brought Genos back to his senses, and he looked at her in surprise.

"I was saved by Broly, but you, Dr. Genus, did you go and mess with that bald guy who defeated me with one slap?"

"Kinos gave a wry smile, did not deny it, and nodded directly."

"That's a real, unconventional guy."

Saitama, relying solely on ordinary physical training, was able to shatter the strongest biological individual created by Genus through painstaking research with a single punch. That punch not only destroyed the Asura Rhinoceros Beetle, but also shattered Genus's resolve as a genius scientist.

"Where's the Asura Rhinoceros Beetle?"

"There—"

Following the direction Genos was pointing, Mosquito Girl saw a pile of purple bits of flesh. From the remaining rhinoceros beetle horns, she could barely make out its identity.

"Then I'm really lucky."

Mosquito Girl opened her mouth wide in surprise, then burst into laughter.

"Mosquito Woman, I am, after all, your creator. According to normal human ethics, I am arguably your father. You wouldn't be thinking of taking this opportunity to kill me, would you?"

Genos looked at her with some wariness.

"No, not at all. But I have a small favor to ask you for."

"What kind of help?"

"My blood sac has been ruptured, and I need your help to repair it."

Mosquito Girl turned her back so that Genus could see what was missing from her back, and then she spoke directly.

Upon hearing this, Genus breathed a sigh of relief. Before his Dao Heart was shattered, he was fearless of death for the sake of science. But after his Dao Heart was shattered by Saitama's Saturday Discount Punch, although he did not know the meaning of his life afterward, he developed some attachment to life.

"Restoring the blood cysts is no problem, but I can't do it right now."

"Um?"

"Blood sacs are not regenerative organs. The only way to restore them is through transplantation. In other words, I have to use your cells to clone you, then remove the blood sacs from the clone and transplant them back into you. But as you can see, the House of Evolution now only has the underground part left. The facilities above ground that cultivated clones were destroyed along with the above-ground part."

"If I invest money in you, how long will it take you to help restore Mosquito Girl's blood sacs?"

Broly interrupted Dr. Genus and asked directly.

"Even if we could purchase the equipment to culture clones now, it would still take seven or eight months, no matter how fast we try."

Dr. Genos pushed up his slightly cracked black-rimmed glasses and gave an estimated time.

"Well, it's not that I'm unwilling to speed things up, it's just that cultivating clones can't be done overnight, it takes time for the clones to grow."

Broly: "————"

Seven or eight months is almost too long for him, considering he only has a little over nine months left to stay in this world.

"Alright, Dr. Genus, I'll invest some money in you, hoping you can help Mosquito Girl recover her lost blood sac organ. I wonder if you'll agree?"

"Can I refuse?"

Broly didn't say anything, but raised his hand and threw an energy blast at the wall next to him.

The next instant, a gash no smaller than the one Saitama punched appeared before Genus's eyes.

Compared to the gash created by Saitama's punch, the gash created by Bro using his energy blast was much smoother and more even.

There wasn't much of a commotion; it was just a simple process—the walls, the mud, and everything else melted away.

Genus: "————"

He thought the mosquito woman was a threat, but it turned out that the person in front of him was the real big fish.

"I can agree."

But can you tell me how you developed this level of strength?

"Did you train by doing a hundred push-ups, a hundred squats, a hundred sit-ups, and then running ten kilometers every day?"

Dr. Genos asked the question.

Upon hearing this, Broly looked at the man with some doubt and shook his head, replying, "No, I don't do those things. I just often fly in the universe in my physical body."

Dr. Genus: "————"

Although this answer was somewhat outrageous, for some reason, he found it much more acceptable than the bald man's own reasons for becoming stronger.

Saitama and Genos destroyed the House of Evolution, while Dr. Genos, who survived, was taken in by Broly.

Broly gave the brilliant scientist a sum of money to help restore Mosquito Girl's blood sacs, and then went straight back to K City.

"Mosquito Girl, why did you come back with me?"

"I can't help with cloning anyway, and I'd much rather spend time with you than with that boring research fanatic, Dr. Genus. What, you don't welcome me?"

Broly felt that Mosquito Girl was just after the free food and drinks he was getting, but since she was willing to come along, he might as well let her. Maybe if their relationship improved in the future, and he couldn't find a romantic partner in this world, he could try to invite Mosquito Girl to be his wife.

"Welcome! What would you like to eat tonight?"

"The tomato soup last night was good."

0...

Three more days passed quickly.

"Ring ring—"

As Broly wandered the streets of Q City hoping to get lucky, his cell phone rang.

"Okay, tomorrow, right? I'll be there."

"Who called?"

The mosquito woman, who was wearing a cloak to cover her mosquito-like hands and feet, asked curiously from the side.

"It was an event agency in K City that called. My privately sponsored event is officially taking place in K City tomorrow, and they're notifying me to come over."

"I see. By the way, Broly, what events or projects have you sponsored?"

"Beauty pageant".

"oh,?!"

The mosquito woman, realizing what was happening, stared at him with wide eyes.

. .

The following day, the K City Beauty Pageant was officially held in the central square of K City.

Broly made a brief appearance, glanced at the contestants, and then prepared to leave.

"Mr. Broly, aren't you going to stay and become a judge?"

The person in charge of organizing the event was a bit confused. They came over, showed their face, and were about to leave. What was going on?

"No, I have no interest in being selected as a judge for the US election."

Broly shook his head; serving as a judge in a beauty pageant with no one to pursue was a waste of his time.

"That selection method—"

"Let the audience vote. Whoever is the most beautiful will win. Don't worry, the prize money I sponsor will be just as much, and your commission fees will be just as much."

"Uh, what about those TV stations and video websites that want the broadcasting rights to the beauty pageant—"

"It's up to you to handle. I remember there's a reward for this part; if you help me handle it well, I can give you 10%."

The commission fee is the fee paid for the service.

"Ah, yes, Mr. Broly, I will certainly take care of these matters for you!"

The person in charge of organizing the event was surprised to find such a good thing happening and immediately patted his chest to assure them.

"Um."

Broly waved his hand and left immediately; this time, at least no one stopped him.

After leaving the bustling beauty pageant venue, the cloaked Mosquito Woman approached and asked, "Broly, aren't you planning to find a wife? Why did you just leave?"

"The wife I'm looking for isn't in there."

"How did you know?"

"I can tell at a glance."

Broly walked forward, and Mosquito Girl quickly followed.

"So where are you going now?"

"Go to other cities, and those beauty pageants should be ready by now."

"You actually sponsored beauty pageants in other cities as well?"

"Of course! Only by casting a wide net can I more easily find the person I'm looking for!"

Broly answered confidently.

"So, what does the person you're looking for look like?"

"Mosquito Girl" asked.

"I have no idea."

Broly answered honestly.

"You want to find someone, but you say you don't know what the person you're looking for looks like?"

"Seriously, you're not kidding me, are you?"

Mosquito Girl looked at the Saiyan boy with some suspicion.

"I'm not kidding you. Although I don't know what the person I'm looking for looks like, I imagine they should be quite good-looking."

Broly gave a serious answer and then took off to prepare for another city.

But after he took flight, he realized that Mosquito Girl was still on the ground and hadn't followed.

"Mosquito Girl, are you planning to stay in K City?"

"Oh, no."

"Then why didn't you follow me?"

"Can I go to another city with you?"

"Why not? We're friends."

Are we just friends?

As Mosquito Girl thought to herself, she took off and followed Broly into the sky. Without the blood sac, her strength had decreased significantly, but Broly had taken care of her flight speed, so she didn't fly too fast.

The two of them walked empty-handed to another city where a beauty pageant was about to be held.

Unfortunately, Broly spent two days in the city, and even after the beauty pageant, he still hadn't found a woman Crystal Palace would acknowledge as his conquest target.

"Saitama-sensei, what are you looking at?"

In Z City, at Saitama's house in the evening, Genos, wearing an apron, was busy in the kitchen when he looked up and saw Saitama looking at his laptop. Wanting to know the secret to Saitama's strength, he immediately asked him.

"What I'm looking at is none of your business. Besides, I haven't even agreed to take you as my apprentice, so why are you barging into my house like you're old friends, and using my kitchen like you're perfectly comfortable with it?!"

Saitama slapped the table, somewhat displeased that the other party had invaded his private space.

"The seafood noodles are almost ready, Saitama-sensei, would you like some?"

Saitama's displeasure quickly vanished. The seafood and noodles were both purchased by the other party. Although the other party used their own natural gas, that little bit of natural gas was insignificant compared to the value of the seafood noodles.

"If you want to eat, give me a few more shrimp."

Saitama gave a brief reply, and after a while, he began to speak to himself.

"Have you heard of the beauty pageants that have been held in some cities recently?"

"A beauty pageant, I think there is such a thing, so what happened?"

. . . . .

"That conference has been quite popular online lately, I just took a look at it."

"Is Saitama-sensei also interested in this?"

That's true. Saitama-sensei looks quite young and lives alone. During the time I've known him, I haven't seen any women visit him. It's understandable that he might feel a little lonely.

"Hey, no, what's wrong with living alone? I think living alone is great, and I'm not lonely at all!"

"Then why are you watching this?"

"Isn't this a push notification? I keep seeing this lately, so I just clicked on it."

"So, Saitama-sensei, what do you think of those beauty pageant contestants?"

"It's nice, very pretty, but I'm more interested in the comments —"

Saitama moved the laptop so that Genos, who was carrying seafood noodles to the table, could also see some of the comments on it.

Beauty pageants, you think they're selecting goddesses? No, they're clearly selecting the rich man's scum.

"This comment contains some malicious speculation."

"Exactly. Although I've always felt that society is becoming increasingly superficial and many people vent their emotions online, some of the comments are just too vulgar. It's like throwing dirty water on someone's head and defaming their reputation."

"Saitama-sensei, I have to remind you that some comments, though dirty, might actually be true."

"Wrong, so all these recent beauty pageants are really just rich people doing shady things?"

"No, that's not the case. At least not the K City beauty pageant that you watched, Saitama-sensei. According to information online, this beauty pageant was sponsored by a rather strange financial backer."

The other party didn't make any demands and even gave the voting rights to the audience, which can be considered fair and impartial. Furthermore, he sponsors beauty pageants in many cities.

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