Broly’s Multiversal Foodie Adventure

Chapter 6: The Sweating Counter Force

The Fujimura residence also served as the headquarters of the Fujimura Group. There were dedicated chefs responsible for cooking large meals for the yakuza members who lived there. Overall, adding one more person to the dining table wasn't a problem.

"Do you need me to help you with something?" Broly suddenly asked while eating. He had just learned this concept—apparently, in this place, you could exchange work for food instead of using Baya blood.

"Hahaha, what can a little kid like you even do?" Fujimura Taiga laughed, ruffling Broly's hair. The boy's fluffy hair felt nice, and she couldn't help but keep touching it.

"What can I do?" Broly thought for a moment, and some information surfaced in his mind.

"I can destroy the Earth," he said very seriously. A Saiyan with a power level over 10,000 indeed had the capability to destroy a planet. Although the Earth he was referring to was the one from the Dragon Ball world, was the Earth in the Type-Moon world any bigger or tougher? Probably not.

"You little rascal, you sure know how to brag!" Fujimura Taiga didn't take his words seriously and didn't notice how the two Counter Forces within the Root were sweating bullets after hearing his statement.

"If you really don't want to freeload and insist on helping, how about you help me clean the bamboo swords and armor in the dojo?" Yakuza fights rarely involved firearms; cold weapons were the norm. The Fujimura residence had a private dojo for training.

Fujimura Taiga had no interest in inheriting her grandfather's shady business, but she had picked up kendo through exposure. The only task suitable for children at home was tidying up the dojo equipment, which was relatively simple.

"Fujimura-nee, I don't want to freeload either," young Sakura raised her hand and said.

"Then Sakura-chan can help too," Fujimura Taiga said, also patting the girl's head. One had hair as fluffy as a puppy's, and the other as soft as a kitten's. She was thoroughly satisfied.

However...

"Broly-kun, how long has it been since you last washed your hair?" Fujimura Taiga sniffed her hand and couldn't help but ask.

"Wash hair? What's that?" On Planet Vampa, water was scarce. It was hard enough to get enough for drinking, let alone for cleaning. If rolling around in fine sand counted as cleaning, then Broly had never taken a proper bath.

"No way?" Fujimura Taiga's expression turned slightly awkward. It wasn't exactly foul-smelling, but there was definitely a wild, beastly odor.

"After eating, you should take a bath. Sakura-chan, you should join him." Broly didn't object. As long as he was fed, he'd go along with whatever was asked of him.

But...

"Is that kid a bottomless pit? How many bowls of rice has he eaten already?" After cooking over a dozen pots of rice and several dishes, Broly finally stopped. He patted his bulging stomach, looking completely satisfied.

"That kid is definitely not normal," the Fujimura Group members whispered among themselves. Even Fujimura Taiga was shocked by the boy's monstrous appetite.

"Are you okay?" she asked, concerned.

"I've never been this full before," Broly replied, letting out a satisfied burp.

In the past, the only food available was Vampa spiders. Since they were so unpalatable, Broly and his father, Paragus, would only hunt enough to stave off hunger, never bothering to overeat.

"It's unbelievable. How did your stomach even fit all that food?!" Fujimura Taiga felt Broly's belly, making sure he wasn't about to burst, before finally relaxing.

"It's like magic." Of course, it had nothing to do with magic. It was simply the Saiyan digestive system at work, which could break down most food almost instantly.

"Now, should I go take that bath thing first, or should I clean the stuff you mentioned?" Broly was full of energy after eating and felt great.

"Taking a bath right after eating so much isn't good for your health. Walk around a bit first and let your stomach digest some of the food. Oh, and I need to go teach someone a lesson. You two can come along and cheer for me!"

"Cheer?" Broly and young Sakura were brought to the dojo, where the scarred man who had caused the earlier commotion was also summoned.

"Young mistress, please, no," the scarred man pleaded.

"Enough talk. Put on your gear, and let's have a proper kendo match!" While it was called a match, it was really just the young mistress wanting to vent her frustration. Her kendo skills were top-notch, and her strength was formidable. Even with protective gear, there were still areas that could get hit.

"Make sure to cheer for me!" Fujimura Taiga, now dressed in a kendo uniform, said to the two children before stepping forward and urging the scarred man to begin.

The match started, and the sound of bamboo swords clashing echoed through the dojo. Broly watched with confusion, not understanding why the two were hitting each other with sticks.

"Go, Fujimura-nee!" Young Sakura began cheering enthusiastically.

Hearing her, Broly snapped out of his confusion and joined in. He repeated every cheer Sakura made, growing more confident with each shout.

"Cut through the middle, Fujimura-sensei!" By the end, he was even giving tactical advice, drawing from some inexplicable knowledge in his mind.

"Ouch! I surrender, young mistress!" The scarred man fell to the ground after a well-placed thrust and quickly admitted defeat.

"Having people cheer for me really makes a difference!" Fujimura Taiga, now slightly sweaty, decided to take a break and then head to the bath.

"By the way, do you two know how to bathe yourselves?" she asked after the two children finished cleaning the equipment with cloths.

Before they could answer, she remembered Broly's earlier question about what bathing even was.

"Never mind. Our bathhouse is pretty big. Let's all go together." Since both were children, Fujimura Taiga didn't think much of it. She asked the servants to prepare two sets of children's clothes and then led them into the changing room.

"Wait, what's this?" While helping Broly undress, she felt the tail wrapped around his waist.

"You have a tail?" she asked in surprise after her hand was lightly swatted by it.

"Saiyans naturally have tails," Broly explained.

"Saiyans? What's that?" Now it was Fujimura Taiga's turn to ask.

"Uh... vegetable people?" Broly's mind supplied a pun—the word "Saiya" reversed sounded like "yasai," which meant "vegetable" in Japanese. He didn't fully understand it but blurted it out anyway.

"Vegetable people?" Fujimura Taiga was utterly confused.

"Never mind. Can I touch your tail?" She quickly dismissed the thought and asked instead.

"You've given me lots of food. You're a good wife, so you can touch my tail," Broly said, nodding and obediently offering his tail to her.

Fujimura Taiga took the tail, feeling the slight vibrations from the furry appendage. It felt incredibly strange, and without thinking, she gave it a gentle squeeze. Broly let out a muffled groan.

"Hey, hey, don't make such suggestive noises!" she quickly covered his mouth.

"Tails are a Saiyan's weak spot. Squeezing it like that feels really tingly," Broly explained, enduring the sensation for the sake of the food he'd been given.

Fujimura Taiga: "..."

She immediately let go of his tail.

"You should've said something earlier. I wouldn't have squeezed it if I'd known." The tail's rod-like, sponge-like texture reminded her of something she'd once read in an inappropriate book. Her face turned red, and her gaze involuntarily drifted downward, but she quickly slapped herself.

"Taiga, Taiga, get a grip! You can't let a kid's tail derail your thoughts. You're not that kind of girl!"

Without lingering in the changing room, Fujimura Taiga, under the confused gazes of the two children who had just watched her slap herself, led them into the Fujimura family's large bathhouse.

"First, before soaking in the bath, you need to wash your body." Sakura seemed to know how to bathe herself, but Broly needed guidance. He looked around curiously, fascinated by the bathhouse.

More importantly, his feet left black footprints on the wet floor, revealing just how dirty he was despite his appearance.

Broly was seated on a stool, and Fujimura Taiga turned on the hot water to rinse him. As his hair got wet, the dirt washed away, and the water turned almost black. Both Sakura and Fujimura Taiga were shocked.

"Just rinsing won't be enough," Fujimura Taiga said, grabbing some bath products. She initially wanted Broly to wash himself, but after seeing him squeeze out shampoo, sniff it, and then try to eat it, she gave up on the idea.

"Seriously, that's not food. Spit it out..." After fishing the shampoo out of Broly's mouth, she sighed.

"Fine, I'll wash you myself."

Fujimura Taiga had Broly sit on a small stool in front of her while she sat on another stool behind him. Her smooth thighs stretched past the boy on either side as she poured a generous amount of shampoo onto his dirty hair and began scrubbing.

Broly's hair was soon covered in foam. He scooped some of the foam off his head, sniffed it, and was about to taste it when his hand was lightly slapped by the girl.

"I told you, that's not food. If you try to eat it again, I won't be your wife anymore, and I'll kick you out of my house."

Hearing this, Broly immediately stopped misbehaving.

"Huh, that worked. Alright, close your eyes. I'm going to rinse your hair."

As the water washed away the foam, pure black hair was revealed.

"I thought it was grayish-brown, but it's actually pure black."

Fujimura Taiga couldn't help but laugh. Seeing the boy's slightly tanned skin and worried he might try to eat the soap, she decided to wash his body as well.

Nearby, young Sakura had already finished cleaning herself. Seeing Fujimura Taiga busy with Broly, she offered to help.

Fujimura Taiga initially wanted to refuse, but seeing the girl's eagerness to contribute and unaware of the hardships Sakura had endured, she handed her a bar of soap and let her join in.

The two girls, one big and one small, scrubbed Broly's body like they were washing a large dog. It wasn't until the washcloth couldn't remove any more dirt that the cleaning mission was finally complete.

"This is more exhausting than fighting someone," Fujimura Taiga admitted.

"But it's also more satisfying."

Seeing the once-dirty boy now clean under her hands gave her a sense of accomplishment.

"Yeah," young Sakura agreed, her talent for cleaning already showing at such a young age.

"Alright, you're clean now. Go soak in the bath."

Fujimura Taiga picked up Broly and tossed him into the large bathtub.

She thought things would be easier from there, but...

While washing herself, she noticed Broly peeking over the edge of the bathtub, staring at her.

"Hey, why are you staring at me?"

"I want to learn how to bathe."

His words were innocent, but was bathing the same for boys and girls?

"Little pervert, stop looking!"

Before Fujimura Taiga could throw a washbasin at him, Broly obediently turned around.

"What's a little pervert?"

But his questions didn't stop. He even asked what a "little pervert" meant.

"A little pervert is someone young who likes to stare at other people's bodies," Fujimura Taiga explained.

"Then she's a little pervert too," Broly pointed at young Sakura, who was also staring at him.

"Huh?"

Young Sakura, caught off guard, looked both confused and stunned, as if thinking, *"Really? This counts too?"*

Fujimura Taiga: "..."

"That's not how it works. Boys staring at girls are called perverts, but girls staring at boys aren't."

"Why?"

"Because boys and girls are different."

"How are they different?"

"Physically."

"What's physically?"

"Look, girls have... Wait, why am I explaining this to a little kid?!"

"You wanted to prove that boys staring at girls are perverts, but girls staring at boys aren't. So, why is that?"

Fujimura Taiga initially wanted to argue with Broly, but as he kept asking simple yet pointed questions, she found herself unable to answer.

In this era, men and women were supposed to be equal, but societal views didn't always reflect that. This left the 15-year-old Fujimura Taiga deep in thought, pondering the complexities of gender equality.

As she soaked in the hot water, lost in her thoughts, the sound of gulping interrupted her.

She turned to see Broly, his lower face submerged, drinking the bathwater.

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

She quickly pulled him out of the water.

"I was thirsty, so I drank some water," Broly answered honestly.

"That's bathwater."

"Can't I drink it?"

Fujimura Taiga rubbed her temples.

"Obviously, no."

"Why?"

"No reason. Just remember, only boiled water is safe to drink."

"What's boiled water?"

"I..."

At that moment, Fujimura Taiga got a taste of the frustration of dealing with a child who asked too many questions, years ahead of schedule.