Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Culinary Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 97 Old Cloth Possession

Chapter 97 Old Cloth Possession

Unfortunately, this pleasure did not last long, as the boy's parents stripped him of his clothes, even his pants.

"Guest, these are your clothes. If you think they're dirty, we can wash them and return them to you. This time, this won't happen again."

Hill's father respectfully handed over the clothes, seemingly worried that the dirt on them might upset Broly, but he added the following words.

Broly was a little disappointed; the pleasant crying had stopped so quickly.

[Or, should we just kill the two people in front of us and make that guy cry again?]

A dangerous thought arose, and his murderous intent boiled over with heightened emotions. Killing two ordinary people would be an easy task for Broly.

This wasn't a senseless killing. Killing them and letting the boy continue to cry would bring him joy; that reason alone was enough for Broly to take action.

But in the end, Broly did not do that. The emotions surging from his past life as an otaku influenced him, but his kind nature also influenced him, which gradually calmed the boiling murderous intent in his heart.

Looking at the clothes in his hand, and then at the boy over there who had realized his parents wouldn't spoil him this time and was now teary-eyed after receiving a beating from both his parents, Broly had some more ideas coming to mind.

"A guy who longs for my clothes, looking at what he desires while being taken away by his own parents—how cruel is that?"

Bro spoke to the boy, who had stopped crying, in an admiring tone.

"What are you trying to say?"

The boy wiped away his tears, harboring the resentful thought that "if this guy hadn't come to ask for my clothes, they wouldn't have left me," and looked at Broly with some anger.

"What I'm trying to say is that I won't wear clothes that others have worn; I'll just throw them away. But it's a bit wasteful to throw away a perfectly good garment, so I'd like to give it to someone who needs it. Hmm, do you need it?"

"Ah, this..."

The boy froze, his eyes widening.

"If you don't need it, then I'll just throw this garment somewhere else."

Broly added.

"Oh no, please don't throw it anywhere else."

The boy shouted immediately.

"So, you need this outfit?"

Broly pressed for an answer.

"Um."

The boy bit his lip, not wanting to be seen as a garbage collector, but also really wanting it. He blushed and softly agreed.

"Very good, I like honest people, and this is the reward for honest people."

Now, I'm going to throw the clothes I'm holding to you, so catch them.

If you can't catch it, you'll lose the chance to get this dress.

Upon hearing this, Hill's brother nodded vigorously.

Seeing his excited expression, Broly's lips curled up into a strange smile, and he tossed the clothes in his hand high into the air.

The boy looked up, staring intently at the clothes that had flown high and were now falling back towards him.

[I can catch it, I can catch it. As long as I catch it, I can once again own that piece of clothing that gives me the confidence to be envied by my friends!]

Just as the boy opened his arms to welcome the clothes he had lost and found, a beam of energy struck the clothes falling from the sky first, mercilessly turning them to ashes before the boy could even smile.

A few ashes fell onto the boy's hand, and he instinctively reached out to grasp them, but all he could hold was the lingering warmth of the ashes.

He stared blankly in that direction, raising his hand and pointing at Broly who was instantly unleashing a beam of energy. The dazed expression on his face seemed to be asking Broly why he did that.

"I'd rather destroy anything I don't want than give it to someone like you!"

Broly lowered his hand and offered an explanation with a smile.

How does it feel to have something you crave dismissed by others, or to have it destroyed just when you think you're about to get it?

The eleven-year-old boy had cried and made a fuss in his short life, but he rarely cried because he was truly sad.

However, as his cherished clothes turned to ashes before his eyes and he heard the mockery of those who had done such a cruel thing, the boy felt anger, sadness, and even pain.

"You...I...I'm going to kill you."

In just a moment, the eleven-year-old boy was red-faced by Broly, his anger overflowing.

"If you lose your mind and attack me, I will not hesitate to smash your head."

With just one sentence, Broly made Hill's parents grab their son who was rushing over, ready to take action.

The boy was pinned to the ground by his parents, but he still struggled to crawl toward Broly. However, he was no match for the adults' strength and could only glare fiercely at Broly with his red-rimmed eyes.

"Your eyes are amazing. I love your impotent rage."

Broly continued his taunts.

The boy finally couldn't hold back any longer and screamed, like a stressed rabbit.

This was an extremely intense humiliation, a feeling he had never experienced before, despite being pampered by his family since childhood.

Tears finally welled up in my eyes.

"Waaaah~"

A louder cry than when her clothes were ripped off before rang out.

"Hahaha……"

In contrast, Broly burst into laughter.

That laughter sounded just like the old cloth that destroyed the star at the end of summer.

. . . .

"So your eldest brother is this kind of person?"

In the courtyard, Leone, who had been brought along, looked at the scene and felt that it was a bit like bullying a child.

Although Broly was a child, and the girl named Hill's brother wasn't a good person either, it was really despicable and bullying to seduce her, give her hope of getting the clothes, and then destroy that hope in front of her just when she was about to get them.

"No, our eldest brother is not the kind of person who would take pleasure in the suffering of others."

Nahash and the others immediately refuted Leone's words.

"So what's going on here?"

Leone pointed to the situation over there and asked.

There must be a reason for anything unusual.

Main Road.

"Think back carefully, when did Broly's abnormality begin?"

Someone answered Mine's question.

"It was after learning about Miss Hill's situation."

"That's right. It was from that time that my brother started acting strangely. Considering what he said at noon about thinking about unhappy things, the reason why he now enjoys bullying Hill's younger brother is quite obvious."

The children's faces turned solemn.

"I'm afraid Brother Broly had a similar family experience to Hill, which is why he's so angry and why he's making fun of Hill's family. He's venting his anger for Hill, but also for himself..."

Leone was taken aback by the speculations made by Mine and the others. The girl looked closely at Broly, who was laughing loudly.

It was discovered that the boy's laughter was not the laughter of someone who had bullied others in the conventional sense, but rather more like the laughter of someone who had suffered injustice and was now finally able to get revenge, feeling relieved and happy.

The emotions surged up and became overwhelming, but as my younger brother cried and I laughed, the negative emotions that had surfaced in my mind were also released with the laughter.

Recovering from his dazed state, Broly's laughter abruptly stopped. Hearing the crying around him and finding it somewhat noisy, Broly kicked the boy, who was still crying in grief and anger, knocking him unconscious.

(End of this chapter)