Broly’s Multiversal Foodie Adventure

The girl was momentarily stunned by his reaction but quickly explained, "The fridge keeps things cold to preserve food."

But she clearly couldn't explain much more. She quickly took out a cake from the fridge and handed it to Broly. "This is cake. It has cream on top and is chocolate-flavored. You can try it."

Broly leaned in, sniffing the cake in her hands from left to right. Perhaps catching a whiff of its unique aroma, his eyes lit up, and he grabbed the still-wrapped cake, shoving it into his mouth.

"You can't eat that!"

Young Sakura was startled. She quickly put down the plate and grabbed the plastic wrap sticking out of Broly's mouth, trying to pull it out.

She succeeded, but also failed—the plastic wrap tore, and she lost her balance, falling backward. Fortunately, Broly caught her hand and pulled her back up.

"Be careful," Broly said clumsily.

"The plastic wrap..."

Young Sakura pointed at the wrap in his mouth.

Broly pulled the plastic wrap out of his mouth, savoring the sweet taste of the cake.

"Got any more?" he asked, licking the cream off the wrap.

"No, there's only pudding left. It's strawberry-flavored."

Young Sakura shook her head and took out the strawberry pudding from the fridge.

This time, she explained beforehand that the outer packaging wasn't edible, so Broly didn't end up eating it.

"This is delicious too. Got any more?"

Two strawberry puddings were quickly devoured, but Broly still wasn't satisfied. His eyes gleamed as he stared at the fridge.

From this strange box, his "wife" had already produced two types of delicious food he had never tasted before.

"No more."

"Then what's that?"

"That's meat. Wait, it's raw!"

Broly didn't care if the food was raw. He picked it up and started chewing.

The raw meat didn't have the sweetness of the cake or the chewiness of the pudding, but it had the taste of fresh flesh.

While not the best flavor, it was still far superior to Vampa spiders.

"And this?"

"That's an egg. Wait, you need to crack the shell!"

Young Sakura tried to stop him, but Broly had already put the egg in his mouth. When it got stuck in his throat, he punched his own neck, and the egg shattered inside.

He smacked his lips, not particularly fond of the liquid texture, which reminded him of spider eggs. His attention turned to the colorful fruits in the fridge.

As he asked the girl what each item was, he quickly stuffed everything that smelled decent into his mouth.

This included a box of lemon-scented deodorizer. Broly's small body was half inside the fridge, rummaging through everything edible or not, his tail wagging excitedly behind him.

It was then that young Sakura noticed something different about the boy. Seeing the long tail swaying in front of her, she reached out curiously and grabbed it.

Broly's body shuddered as his tail was caught. He quickly turned around and pulled his tail back, asking, "What are you doing?"

"Is that a real tail?"

"Of course it's real."

For Saiyans, the tail is a sensitive spot. Without desensitization training, having their tail grabbed can render them powerless.

Broly had somewhat overcome this weakness, but the sensitivity remained. On Vampa, only his father had helped him with tail desensitization, and he had grown accustomed to his father's way of grabbing it.

Now, being grabbed by someone else, even gently, felt different and elicited a reaction.

"Why don't you have a tail?"

As he spoke, Broly glanced down at the girl. Young Sakura, noticing his gaze, instinctively turned to shield her private parts.

This exposed her backside, and Broly, seeing she had no tail, asked in surprise, "Why don't you have a tail?"

"Why would humans have tails?"

"Why wouldn't humans have tails?"

**[Ordinary humans don't have tails. Only Saiyans do.]**

The new information that surfaced in his mind made Broly pause his attempt to search for a nonexistent tail on the girl.

"So, you don't have a tail."

Broly looked at her with pity.

"What's with that look?"

Young Sakura felt uncomfortable under his gaze.

"Are you jealous of my tail? Since you gave me so much delicious food, I'll let you touch it."

With that, Broly offered his tail to the girl. Young Sakura, seeing the furry, slightly swaying tail, was tempted and reached out to touch it.

"What are you two doing?"

But their moment was interrupted by a voice. Shinji, wearing pajamas, stood at the kitchen door, unable to comprehend the scene before him.

His stepsister and a strange boy, both naked, stood in front of the open fridge, seemingly exchanging something.

"I'm letting her touch my tail," Broly answered earnestly.

"He was hungry, so I brought him here to eat," young Sakura explained nervously.

Touching tails? Eating? What nonsense was this?

At this age, Shinji was still innocent. He didn't understand what his stepsister and the strange boy were doing, but he knew one thing.

"Sakura, is this your friend? Even if he's hungry, you shouldn't bring him to the kitchen like this.

And you, my sister's friend, do you always visit people's homes without clothes?"

Young Shinji spoke with the authority of an older brother.

"My clothes got ruined," Broly immediately explained.

"And you, Sakura?"

Shinji's gaze turned to young Sakura.

"I didn't have time to put them on."

Her clothes were still in the bug pit, but in her haste to escape that nightmare, she hadn't bothered to retrieve them.

Now, under the gaze of her stepbrother—one of the few people in the Matou family who treated her kindly—she shrank back.

"I'll go put on some clothes."

She ran off, leaving Broly alone in the kitchen.

After Sakura left, young Shinji turned his attention to Broly.

More specifically, to the tail swaying in Broly's hand.

"Is that tail real?"

He walked around Broly, examining the tail that seemed to emerge from his lower back.

"Do you want to touch it too?"

Broly, noticing his curiosity, generously offered.

"I'm not touching something so weird!"

Young Shinji lifted his chin, responding with a hint of pride.

Though the furry tail was undeniably tempting.

"Are you my sister's friend from before?"

He asked.

"Friend? No, she's my wife."

Broly answered while munching on an apple.

"What? Sakura's already married at this age?"

Young Shinji was shocked.

"Married? What's that?"

Broly asked back, as no information about marriage surfaced in his mind.

"You don't even know what marriage is?"

"Why should I?"

"Then how did you make my sister your wife?"

"My mind told me so."

Broly answered honestly.

Young Shinji couldn't understand but was deeply shocked.

"Is there any more food here?"

Broly, never one to stand on ceremony, asked. The fridge was now empty.

Young Shinji: "..."

It was then that he noticed the mess inside the fridge.

"Who are you, and how did you break into my house to deceive my sister?"

By the time young Sakura returned, she found her stepbrother interrogating Broly.

"My name's Broly."

Broly introduced himself again.

"The Harem System appeared, and there were lines around me. Then, suddenly, I was here."

Broly's limited vocabulary made his explanation unclear.

"I didn't deceive anyone. Those bugs were delicious, and the things in this fridge are even better."

Broly licked his lips. He wasn't full yet. Low-energy foods required larger quantities to satisfy him.

"I see. You must be a thief. You tricked my sister into letting you in and then stole food from our house."

Young Shinji made a logical assumption, convinced he had uncovered the truth.

"Thief?"

Broly frowned. The term triggered a reaction in his mind.

The information that surfaced reminded him that this was a derogatory term.

"You won't give me food, and now you're insulting me. Do you want me to kill you?"

Young Broly felt a surge of killing intent toward young Shinji.

This killing intent was pure—a desire to destroy anything that threatened him.

It was a primal instinct he had developed on Vampa.

There was no malice, just a simple urge to eliminate threats.

The sheer intensity of his killing intent frightened young Shinji, who fell to the ground.

Meeting Broly's cold gaze, he was overwhelmed with fear.

It was like a small animal being stared down by a predator, triggering an instinctive fear response.

His instincts screamed at him that the boy before him was dangerous.

**"My brother didn't mean it."**

Perhaps because Shinji was one of the few people in the Matou family who treated her well, young Sakura stepped forward to defend him.

Seeing the girl who had given him delicious food, Broly's hostility quickly dissipated, and he turned to her to ask for more food.

Young Sakura was at a loss. The Matou family, including her, only had five members. The food in the fridge was all they had, and there was nothing else.

"But I can take you out to eat."

Seeing Broly's disappointment, young Sakura thought of something and suggested.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

As long as there was food, Broly had no objections. He urged her on.

"But you need to put on clothes first."

Young Sakura added.

"But I don't have any clothes. What should I do?"

Broly was troubled.

"It's okay. You don't have clothes, but my brother does."

Young Sakura looked at Shinji, who was still on the ground.

"Huh?"

Young Shinji made a confused sound. He wanted to refuse, but under Broly's gaze, he didn't have the courage.

"You're also a good person!"

Broly was delighted to get clothes that would allow him to go out and eat. He forgot the earlier unpleasantness caused by Shinji.

"Shinji-nii, I won't be coming back. Please let Uncle Kariya know."

With the terrifying grandfather dead, there was no need for her to stay in the Matou household any longer. Young Sakura just wanted to leave this house of bugs that had left her with psychological scars. But before leaving, she didn't forget to inform the people who had been kind to her through Shinji.

"Sakura, come here for a moment. I have something to ask you."

Young Shinji didn't dare to speak in front of Broly. After calling his stepsister aside, he whispered to her.

"Are you being threatened by that guy with the tail? If so, just go along with him for now and keep him calm. I'll inform Dad and Uncle Kariya to come and rescue you later."

Even as a child, Shinji was still Shinji—cowardly and unwilling to stand up for himself.

"I wonder where Grandfather went. If he were here, it would be fine."

Young Sakura: "..."

"I'm not being threatened. On the contrary, Broly is a good person. He saved me, and I'm free now. I won't be coming back. And Grandfather... don't talk to me about him. He's a bad person."

"How is Grandfather a bad person?"

Young Shinji wanted to argue with his stepsister, but he heard Broly's impatient voice.

"I've put on the clothes. When can we go out to eat?"

"I can't talk anymore. I'm leaving."

"Wait."

"Brother, what else is there?"

"Do you have any money? You need money to eat out."

Young Sakura: "..."

She was only five years old. Where would she get money?

"Here, this is my allowance. Take it."

Young Shinji opened his piggy bank, took out all the coins, and handed them to his stepsister.

"But this is your allowance..."

"I'm your brother, even if only in name. Isn't it normal for a brother to protect his sister? Even if I can't protect you now, giving you money is the only thing I can do. You must keep that dangerous guy calm. I'll definitely tell Uncle Kariya and Grandfather that you've been taken away, and they'll come to rescue you."

Young Sakura hesitated, wanting to say something but ultimately staying silent. She took the coins from her stepbrother.

"I'm really not being threatened. You really don't need to send anyone to rescue me."

Only when they were leaving the Matou household did she reiterate her situation.

"I know, Sakura. You must stay alive!"

Young Shinji, having convinced himself of his own narrative, solemnly responded to his stepsister, leaving the girl at a loss for words.

"Are you in some kind of danger?"

After they had walked a distance, Broly asked curiously.

"No, it's just that my brother stubbornly believes I've been kidnapped by you."

Young Sakura explained.

"Kidnapped? What's that?"

Broly didn't understand. His fragmented memories from his previous life as an otaku occasionally surfaced, but if he couldn't comprehend the information, it would quickly fade away. Most of the time, he behaved like an ignorant child.