Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Culinary Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 31 The Arrival of the Imperial Intelligence Agency

Chapter 31 The Arrival of the Imperial Intelligence Agency

One bird alone cannot fill the stomachs of the Saiyans and 73 children.

After lowering the person down using vines, Broly took off his Baya fur coat.

Naked, it darted into the nearby river. Compared to the prey in the forest, the prey in the river seemed rather stupid.

After seeing him fall into the water, some large fish swam over, their huge mouths with sharp teeth open, seemingly wanting to eat him up.

Eating them was out of the question; one by one, the big fish were knocked away by Broly. It was only because Broly had mentioned hunting before going into the river that the children were aware of the river's surface; otherwise, they would definitely have been hit by the big fish that fell into the riverbank after being knocked out of the water.

After swatting away about a dozen fish, Broly felt that was enough, so he chased after a passing crocodile-like dangerous creature and dragged this riverbank overlord, which was clearly more intelligent and had kept its distance from him because it realized that Broly was a dangerous predator.

The crocodile was over ten meters long, but Broly wanted to eat it himself, and as he got older, his appetite increased.

After struggling for a while, the crocodile realized that it was no match for the boy in the water. It was punched and dragged to the riverbank, where it quickly pretended to be unconscious.

But it could also be said that they were waiting for an opportunity to act, conserving their strength, and seeing if there was a chance to escape from the terrifying upright ape creature beside them.

It originally didn't have this opportunity, but someone created it for it.

Last night, when Broly cleared the land and blew up the big trees, he made quite a commotion, which was heard by Gozchi, who was in the middle of the forest.

If an ordinary person heard such a commotion in such a dangerous forest, they certainly wouldn't come to investigate.

But Gozchi is no ordinary person. He is a powerful figure who came from the Four Demons of the Yellow Springs Temple. He was already somewhat annoyed that the child had not come, and last night he was even woken up by the noise in the forest.

This prompted him to temporarily change his return route after embarking on the dangerous flight this morning, intending to visit the place where the commotion occurred last night.

"Is this necessary? It's just a commotion caused by a battle between dangerous species."

Bill couldn't quite understand Gozchi's ideas.

"As you get older, sleep becomes difficult. I even lost hair this morning! It must be because I was woken up last night. I'm going to chop off the thing that's causing my hair loss!"

Gozichi cherishes his hair and takes good care of it every day, but he has been experiencing hair loss in recent years, perhaps due to stress.

"There are quite a few dangerous flying species that inhabit the Gifunola Sea Tree Forest. Although they are not very strong, it would be troublesome if you were caught by them in the air."

"I'm just going to take a look. If I can't find the culprit, I won't waste my time."

"That's good."

As he said this, Bill subconsciously touched his bald head.

Suddenly I realized I had been prescient, knowing the immense pressure on intelligence agencies, so I shaved my head in advance.

This is a sad story.

"Hey, what's that?"

As the smoke from the grilled fish and birds rose, Gozchi and the others, standing on the backs of the Empire's domesticated flying creatures, also saw the smoke rising in the direction they were heading.

There's not much to say. Gozchi ordered the soldiers piloting the flying vehicles to head towards the direction where the smoke was rising.

Upon arriving here, the first thing Gozchi saw was a giant tree with a horrifying cross-section that had been blown off from the top.

Soon after, near the broken giant tree, on a sparsely populated clearing by the river, a group of ragged children were seen roasting fish and birds by a fire.

"Gozchi!"

Bill's lips twitched as he looked at the man on the back of another flying dangerous creature.

"Yes, those must be the children we released into the forest."

Gozchi confirmed this, but he didn't know how these children had ended up in the northwestern part of the great forest, which had nothing to do with the central forest area.

However, judging from the fish they were grilling and the numerous dangerous corpses beside the open space, these children's abilities might far exceed our expectations.

The children they ordered to be purchased were mostly under ten years old, as they were easier to brainwash. And for children under ten to hunt dangerous species, even if they hunted in groups, was an extraordinary feat.

"It seems we misjudged the logistics team; we should go and commend them later."

Bill said with a smile.

"Let's go down first. Children who can survive in the Gifunola Sea Tree Forest are not necessarily easy for us to recruit."

Power always brings more variables. Children who were originally helpless had to run across the forest to join the Empire if they wanted to survive in the Gifunola Sea Tree Forest. But when they could survive in this dangerous forest by teaming up, the Empire was no longer the only option.

"However, they are just a group of children after all. If we use a little gentle approach, we should be able to easily subdue them."

Amidst the wary and tense gazes of the children, Goziqi and Bill, along with members of the intelligence agency, jumped off the back of the landing dangerous aircraft.

"My dear children, I never imagined you would lose your way in the forest. As your potential adoptive father, I have come to take you away."

"They're from the Empire!"

"They're in cahoots with the group that drove us into this dangerous forest!"

None of the children wanted to approach this person who had suddenly appeared.

"Alright, come with us. We'll take you to where you're meant to be. There you'll find delicious food, warm beds, and excellent medical care. You'll find your purpose there (become killing machines) and achieve your happiness."

"Stop lying. I've heard from those slave traders that if you hadn't been taking children, we wouldn't have been kidnapped by them."

While some of the children were bewildered by Gozi's words, a big boy wearing glasses angrily rebuked them.

With the leader in charge, the other children also looked at the newcomers with hostility. Although not all of them had been kidnapped by slave traders, it did not stop them from attributing their misfortune of being sent here to the group of imperial personnel who had suddenly appeared.

"This is such a hassle. Can't those slave traders just give the same story and say they were sold by their parents?"

Goziqi rubbed his temples, then suddenly appeared in front of the boy who had started the resistance, and kicked the boy away like a football.

"As a bunch of unwanted wild children, you lack education."

"Hey, hey, hey, Gozchi, isn't behaving like this bad for your future selection of elites for specialized training?"

Bill offered a suggestion: if you want to discipline these unruly kids, you can simply have your men do it.

"It's alright, I need to maintain the image of a strict father anyway, and I can also use this opportunity to filter out the best among these kids..."

Before Gozichi could finish speaking, Broly kicked him away in the same way he had kicked the boy.

The boy was only kicked away and lay on the ground vomiting, but he didn't die. So, Gozchi only received a light kick.

Even though Broly deliberately held back his kick, it still sent Gozichi flying, crashing into a tree trunk some distance away.

"Click~"

He smashed a hole in the tree trunk, but his hair stood up and stuck to the trunk, acting as a cushion in the air.

"yue~"

But after his hair softened and he hit the ground, Gozichi still lay on the ground and began to dry heave. The intense abdominal cramps seemed to be in sync with the boy who was also dry heaving.

"I see. No wonder you were able to get here and hunt so many dangerous species."

As one of the former Four Demon Rakshasa, Gozchi, who has trained his body to the extreme, has a relatively fast recovery ability.

"It's because of you. It's really hard to believe that a kid your age could kick me flying, even if it was a sneak attack. That's quite an achievement."

Gozchi wasn't angry about being kicked away; on the contrary, his gaze toward Broly was burning with desire, as if he had seen some rare treasure.

"Come be my child."

Gozci extended his hand to Broly, extending a direct invitation.

"I can make you stronger, and the Empire will be able to give you whatever you want."

Old man, there's no boat left to carry you in this new era!

Broly shook off the strange thoughts that were swirling in his mind and said seriously to Gozischi, "I have a father named Paragus. He is stronger than you, but I am stronger than him."

Gozci was not too surprised to be rejected.

Give me your knife.

He approached an intelligence officer, had him hand over the long sword, and then continued, "Kid, you don't actually think that just because you kicked me away in a sneak attack, you're qualified to bargain with me, do you?"

Gozuchi doesn't use his own sword because it's an Imperial Arm, which has the power to curse and kill anyone who is even slightly grazed by it.

"Since you're unwilling to come with me obediently, I'll have to resort to a bit of rougher methods to take you away. Bill, with the Empire's medical expertise, a severed tendon should be able to be reattached, right?"

"Don't worry, with Dr. Fashion's [God's Hand], even if you cut off all his hands and feet, as long as they are preserved properly, Dr. Fashion can help you put them back on perfectly."

"Oh, I see. That puts my mind at ease."

A smile crept onto Gozchi's lips. Unruly children who don't know the rules deserve to be taught a lesson.

Gozchi took a step forward, bent down to grip his knife, and with a swift movement, charged forward.

He began his violent education, wanting to show the child what it meant for adults to be powerful.

(End of this chapter)