Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Culinary Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 879 This aesthetic taste is truly amazing!

"I see."

Saitama took the seafood noodles Genos handed him and started slurping them up.

"By the way, there should be prize money for participating in this beauty pageant, right?"

he asks.

"Of course, I heard the bonus is quite substantial."

Genos nodded.

"Really? How many are there?"

"The champion's prize is around five million, I think."

Genos answered, and then they heard Saitama coughing as he choked on his noodles.

"How much did you say?!"

"Five million? What's wrong, Saitama-sensei?"

Genos looked over with some confusion.

"Just show your face, walk a few steps, and you get five million?"

Saitama appeared quite shocked.

"Only those who win the temple crown will be eligible. The runner-up will receive 300 shi (a unit of currency), the third-place winner will receive 100 shi (a unit of currency), and the rest who do not place will only receive reimbursement for food and lodging expenses from the organizers, and the amount cannot exceed 5,000 shi (a unit of currency)."

Genos reminded him.

"Even five thousand is fine."

Saitama thought of his wallet, which had less than two thousand yen, and a faint sense of sadness suddenly welled up in his heart.

Coincidentally, the webpage displayed on the laptop on the table showed a photo of the champion from City K.

She was a tall, fit woman with well-defined muscles.

"If a muscular woman can win, wouldn't it be just as good as me getting a place?"

"Mizuki, the beauty queen of K City and captain, is a female hero ranked 71st in the B-class of the Hero Association. It is said that her victory was related to the fame she had accumulated as a hero."

Furthermore, the recent beauty pageants held in various cities are only open to female contestants. Saitama-sensei, you're not a woman, are you?

When Genos said this, he was a little uncertain. After all, unlike before when he burned Saitama's clothes to verify his identity, he hadn't seen Saitama naked this time.

"Of course not, I was just saying."

Saitama sighed; he was just a little envious of the prize money.

"The lives of the rich are truly incomprehensible. Hey, Genos, do you think anyone would sponsor a beauty pageant that allows men to participate?"

Saitama, after slurping another mouthful of noodles, casually asked...

"Beauty pageants like this do exist."

However, Genos's answer cheered him up.

"Where?"

Saitama's eyes shone brightly. He stood up, placed his hands on the table, and leaned over to ask questions. This was the excitement of a poor man.

"However, all of those come with various conditions."

"What are the conditions?"

For example, appearance.

"That's true, after all, it's a beauty pageant."

[I'd be happy to get my accommodation expenses reimbursed.]

"Also, there's — (press F to enter a tank vehicle)"

Saitama's excited expression gradually subsided, and he sat back down to slurp his noodles.

The "rich woman's happiness ball" thing is completely uninspiring.

"However, Zeniel, the richest man in Z City, recently wanted to hold a beauty pageant in Z City, supposedly to damage the image of his company's products."

Genos typed on his computer and quickly found a news interview.

"These are clothes I designed. I consider them art. Although art is often not something the general public can understand, I still want to promote this art to society and let the wider community appreciate it."

A blond, middle-aged man exuding the air of a nouveau riche displayed a shirt printed with a pattern of feces in front of a reporter who looked troubled.

"There are men's clothes here. Perhaps this person is holding a beauty pageant that allows men to participate as well."

As Saitama looked at the clothing styles in the interview video on his computer, he suddenly realized that participating in a beauty pageant was an extremely challenging thing, and he might even die.

Well, there are two ways to die, and social death is one of them. Just imagining himself standing on stage in a casual swimsuit, showing off his muscles, makes him shudder.

"Ugh, why does nobody understand my art? I hired a top reporter for an interview, and even jumped on the bandwagon of the beauty pageant. The interview news has been released, so why are there so few views and likes online?"

At the same time, at the home of the richest man in Z City, Zenil looked at the data online and slammed his fist on the table in frustration, questioning the manager in charge of public relations and publicity in front of him.

"Of course, it's because your appreciation of art in the shape of poop is too niche. I'm afraid that apart from flies, there is no normal human being in this world who would like it."

The PR manager would naturally not dare to say something as blunt as this, stating that their boss has poor taste.

The young ninja standing beside him, acting as his bodyguard, didn't hold back and spoke up for him: "That's naturally because your personal taste is terrible. Seriously, who would appreciate something that looks like poop?"

"Hey, Mr. Sonic, I just can't change my own taste, that's why I want the public to accept my taste."

When I was a child, a fortune teller told me that my lifelong fortune was guaranteed by my excrement. I believed him and used excrement as the logo of my company. Since then, my financial luck has been smooth sailing.

Now, changing it is simply impossible. First, I've gotten used to it and genuinely appreciate things shaped like poop. Second, I'm afraid that changing it would ruin my fortune.

. . . .

"Hmph, luck is such an elusive thing. However, the fact that you managed to hire me as your bodyguard among so many ninjas shows that you are indeed very lucky."

After saying this, some aloof young ninjas looked on with a look of reminiscence. After being hired by Zenil, they had resolved many crises for him.

On several occasions, the situation was beyond the capabilities of the group of lousy bodyguards surrounding the other party. If it weren't for Sonic the Hedgehog, this guy with such poor taste would probably be long gone by now.

Could it be that Zenil is really blessed with some incredible luck?!

Sonic couldn't help but think that.

So that's why my boss likes things shaped like poop.

The public relations manager thought to himself.

"Boss, I've got an idea."

"What idea?"

"Our publicity didn't generate much buzz, mainly because we were just trying to ride the wave of popularity by saying we were going to host a beauty pageant. And there are countless other people online trying to ride the wave of popularity by claiming to sponsor and host a beauty pageant."

"What are you trying to say?"

"What I'm trying to say is, instead of riding the wave of popularity, why don't we directly collaborate with someone who already has popularity and hold a beauty pageant in Z City?"

"You mean, invite some celebrities to be spokespeople for my beauty pageant?"

Zenil asked.

"No, celebrities and idols will only prevent the beauty pageant you sponsor from reaching the general public. We should invite people who have public influence in organizing beauty pageants."

"Who?"

"Mr. Broly."

"Uh, who is that?"

Zeniel looked puzzled, while the publicity manager's expression froze. It turned out that his boss was planning to copy the sponsorship of the beauty pageant, but he hadn't even heard of the other party's existence. The manager was a little helpless, but still introduced the sponsor to his boss.

"Mr. Broly is a major sponsor of beauty pageants in several cities, and the pageants he sponsors are known for their fairness and impartiality."

Although some people have held beauty pageants to imitate his fairness and impartiality, none have had the same public influence as he was the first to do so.

Today, the other party is hailed as an aesthetics expert and big spender who only pursues beauty and understands beauty the most, and is well-known in the organization of beauty pageants.

"If we can get him to collaborate with us on organizing a beauty pageant, it will definitely attract public attention and gain public trust."

"I see. But, someone like him doesn't seem like someone who's short of money. Would he be willing to cooperate with us?"

Zenil wasn't insecure about himself; on the contrary, he was overly confident in his personal taste and doubted that the other party would cooperate with him.

"Uh, boss, I can't guarantee anything, but I'll have to contact them and give it a try. But could you allocate a larger sum for sponsoring the beauty pageant?"

"Money is not a problem, I'm not short of money."

. .

"Broly, where are you going so late?"

In Q City, Mosquito Girl looked at the Saiyan boy who was about to leave and couldn't help but ask.

"I want to find out about the criminals in this city."

Broly answered.

"So, you're actually a hero, also fighting crime?"

Mosquito Girl was somewhat surprised.

"No, I'm just short of money and I want to stage an accident with some bad guys so they'll try to rob me, so I can take their things instead."

"Uh, so you were planning to double-cross someone."

Mosquito Girl suddenly realized.

"I'm not black."

Broly corrected her misconception.

"But it's not white either."

"Are you coming with me?"

"Of course. Actually, I've been watching a superhero drama recently, starring Sweet Mask. He plays a heroic male lead, and his little assistant female lead is secretly fighting against all kinds of criminals. I think I can be your assistant, just like the little assistant female lead in the drama."

"Alright, then you can be my assistant."

Broly nodded in agreement, and the two of them quickly went out the window and left the house.

However, after circling around Q City at night, they didn't gain much beyond cracking down on some petty thugs.

"Tell me, where are all the wealthy, evil criminal organizations in this city?"

Mosquito Girl grabbed a thug, pinned him against the wall, and began interrogating him.

"Ah, sir, Q City has the 12th ranked S-class police dog, there's no decent evil criminal organization here—"

Broly learned from the terrified thugs' rambling confessions that a notorious criminal organization in the city had been wiped out by a guy nicknamed Watchdog Man.

Although the city has a high crime rate and a high rate of strange people, most of these incidents are small-scale and minor.

Of course, you could also say they were all guys who didn't make much money.

"If we're going to go on a double-cross, we really need to find cities where there aren't many powerful heroes around."

Although she didn't gain anything substantial, Mosquito Girl seemed to have a lot of fun.

"I've already said, we're not black."

Broly corrected her again and flew into the hotel he was staying in.

Not long after he returned to the hotel, his cell phone rang.

"There's another new beauty pageant that's almost finished preparing. Do you want to go check on it?"

Mosquito Girl asked curiously.

"No, it was a call from an unknown number. I don't know who called."

Broly replied and answered the call from the unknown number.

"Hello, who is this?"

He asked directly.

Mosquito Girl didn't know what the people on the other end of the phone were saying, but she saw that Broly's expression suddenly became a little strange.

"What's wrong? Who called?"

However, Mosquito Girl didn't interrupt; she only asked after the Saiyan boy ended the call.

"A guy named Zenil said he wanted to work with me to sponsor a beauty pageant."

"Don't you want to do it with him?"

"Not really. I'm short of money, and the other party seems to have money. That person is willing to invest money to sponsor the beauty pageant with me. I'd be more than happy to do that."

"What was that expression you were making just now?"

"The main problem is that I don't know why that person wants to co-host a beauty pageant with me."

"So, you're worried he'll use your name to do something bad?"

"Um."

"If that's the case, wouldn't it be perfect for us to double-cross them?!"

"Mosquito Girl said excitedly."

"That's what I think too."

Broly nodded.

"Go to sleep early, we're going to Z city tomorrow."

"I'm going to take a shower. I accidentally got some blood on myself while I was hitting someone."

Why do people need to work?

Why can't we eat if we don't pay?

If there's food, why don't we just share it?

The rich are well-fed and clothed, while the poor starve and freeze to death.

In such a world, there is no freedom to speak of; everyone is bound by labor!

Are you happy at work?

No, it's impossible to be happy; we absolutely won't work.

Therefore, to bring about change, I will use the hammer and nail to build an ideal society.

Let those who want to work work, and support the rest of the population.

Let those who don't want to work lie down and reap the rewards without lifting a finger.

This is the ideal society of our Taoyuan group!

At eight o'clock in the morning, on the streets of Z City, a tall, bald, muscular man in a black combat suit was loudly proclaiming his ideology.

Unfortunately, people on the road came and went in a hurry, and no one stopped for even a moment to look after her.

"Boss, it seems like nobody cares what you're saying."

Behind them, a henchman, also bald and wearing combat gear, spoke up.

"Damn it, we have to do something to let these guys know that we, the Taoyuan Group, are not joking."

"Uh, but Hammerhead, what are we going to do?"

"First, let's demolish the house of Zeniel, the city's richest man!"

While a group of unemployed, bald men causing chaos on the streets of Z City was escalating, Broly had already arrived at Zenil's house with Mosquito Girl.

"Mr. Broly, welcome."

Zenil came out with his men to greet him.

"No need for further words, Mr. Zenier. I'd like to know why you want to collaborate with me on organizing this beauty pageant?"

Broly didn't want to be polite with this person and went straight to the point.

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"Just a heads up, I will take different attitudes and actions toward you depending on your answer."

As soon as Broly finished speaking, Sonic, standing behind Zenil, sensed an extreme danger.

This made him instinctively grasp the hilt of the ninja dagger hanging at his waist.

"Well done, Mr. Broly truly lives up to his reputation as a pursuer of ultimate aesthetics —"

However, Zenil, the richest man in Z City and an ordinary person, did not feel any danger.

"Um?"

But what he said surprised Broly.

"You're just different from ordinary people. You're quick to speak your mind when we meet. Since that's the case, I won't hide anything. The reason I want to cooperate with you is simply to use your influence in sponsoring beauty pageants to promote my niche aesthetic to the general public."

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"Uh, so you're trying to expose the beauty pageant for rigging?"

"There's no behind-the-scenes manipulation. The beauty pageant will be conducted as it should be. I just need each contestant to wear clothing provided by our Zenier Group that represents my personal aesthetic taste to participate in the beauty pageant we are jointly organizing."

"May I ask, what do you mean by personal aesthetic taste?"

"Poop."

Upon hearing this, even Broly, a Saiyan from another world, couldn't help but gasp.

The other person's aesthetic taste is truly remarkable.