The Fujimura mansion also served as the headquarters of the Fujimura Group.
There were dedicated cooks who prepared large meals for the members living there.
All in all, adding one more person to the table wasn’t a problem.
“Do you need me to help with anything?”
Broly suddenly asked while eating.
He had just learned this idea—here, it seemed you could exchange labor for food instead of “Baia blood.”
“Hahaha, what could a kid like you possibly do?”
Taiga Fujimura laughed, ruffling Broly’s fluffy hair.
The soft texture made her reluctant to stop.
“What can I do…”
Broly thought for a moment, then some information surfaced in his mind.
“I can destroy the Earth.”
He said it seriously.
With a power level over ten thousand, a Saiyan truly could destroy a planet—at least, in his own world.
“Wow, you sure know how to brag!”
Taiga didn’t take it seriously at all.
“If you really don’t want to freeload and insist on helping, then how about cleaning the bamboo swords and armor in the dojo?”
Cold weapons were still common among yakuza, and the Fujimura estate had its own training dojo.
Taiga herself wasn’t interested in inheriting the family business, but she had learned kendo through exposure.
“As for me, I don’t want to eat for free either.”
Sakura raised her hand timidly.
“Then you can help too.”
Taiga smiled, patting her head as well.
One was fluffy like a puppy, the other soft like a kitten—very satisfying to touch.
But then—
“Broly, when was the last time you washed your hair?”
She sniffed her hand and couldn’t help asking.
“Wash… hair?
What’s that?”
Water was scarce on Planet Vampa.
Bathing wasn’t even a concept.
Rolling in sand was the closest thing to “cleaning” he had ever done.
“…You’ve never bathed?”
Taiga’s expression turned complicated.
“After eating, you’re taking a bath.
Sakura, you too.”
Broly didn’t object.
As long as he was fed, he was easygoing.
The only issue was—
“Is that kid a bottomless pit?
How many bowls has he eaten?!”
After more than ten extra pots of rice and several rounds of dishes, Broly finally stopped.
Patting his swollen belly, he looked utterly satisfied.
“He’s definitely not normal.”
The Fujimura members whispered among themselves.
“Are you okay?”
Taiga asked, concerned.
“I’ve never been this full before.”
Broly let out a satisfied burp.
On Vampa, food was just survival—never indulgence.
“How does all that even fit in your stomach?!”
After confirming he wouldn’t explode, Taiga finally relaxed.
“It’s like magic.”
Of course, it wasn’t magic—just Saiyan digestion.
“So… should I bathe now, or clean those things you mentioned?”
“Don’t bathe right after eating—it’s bad for you.
Walk it off first.”
Then she grinned.
“Actually, I’m about to go beat someone up.
You two can come watch and cheer for me!”
“Cheer?”
Soon, they were brought to the dojo.
The scar-faced man from earlier was dragged in too.
“Miss… do we really have to?”
“Enough talking!
Put on your gear—let’s have a proper kendo match!”
In reality, it just meant she wanted to vent.
“Make sure you cheer for me!”
With that, she stepped forward.
The duel began—bamboo swords clashing loudly.
Broly watched, confused.
He couldn’t understand what they were doing.
But—
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Sakura started cheering.
Broly followed like an echo.
One line after another, louder and louder.
“Strike the center, Master Fujimura!”
He even began shouting random “tactics” based on fragmented memories.
“Ah!
I give up!”
With one clean thrust, the scar-faced man fell.
“Cheering really makes a difference!”
Sweaty but satisfied, Taiga grinned.
“Do you two know how to bathe?”
Before they could answer, she remembered Broly’s earlier confusion.
“…Never mind.
Our bathhouse is big—let’s all go together.”
After getting fresh clothes, she led them into the changing room.
“Huh?
What’s this?”
While helping Broly undress, she touched something wrapped around his waist.
“…You actually have a tail?!”
Startled, she pulled her hand back.
“Saiyans have tails.
That’s normal.” Broly explained.
“Saiyans?
What’s that?”
“…Vegetable people?”
If you reverse the pronunciation of “Saiya,” it becomes “Ya sai,” and in Japanese, “yasai” sounds the same as the word for vegetables.
At this moment, this bit of wordplay surfaced in Broly’s mind, and he blurted it out instinctively—though he didn’t really understand what it meant.
“Vegetable… people?”
Taiga blinked, confused.
“…Anyway, can I touch your tail?”
Here’s a polished English translation that keeps the tone, humor, and essence of the original:
But soon, she stopped thinking about that and asked instead,
“You give me lots of food—you’re a good wife.
You can touch my tail.”
Hearing this, Broly nodded obediently and handed his tail over to the girl.
Taiga Fujimura took the tail from the boy.
Feeling the faint vibrations coming from the fluffy appendage, she found it incredibly fascinating.
Without thinking, she gave it a squeeze—
—and immediately heard the boy let out a suppressed groan.
“Hey, hey, hey!
Don’t make sounds that can be taken the wrong way!”
She quickly covered Broly’s mouth.
“A Saiyan’s tail is a sensitive spot.
If you squeeze it like that, it feels really numb.”
Broly explained in a muffled voice, enduring the tingling sensation for the sake of the plentiful food.
Taiga Fujimura: “…”
She quickly let go of his tail.
“You should’ve said that earlier!
If you had, I wouldn’t have squeezed it like that!”
The texture—firm, somewhat like an expanding sponge—hadn’t registered with her at first.
But after hearing Broly’s explanation, she suddenly recalled certain… inappropriate content she had once seen in questionable books.
Her face flushed red.
Her gaze unconsciously drifted downward toward the boy’s lower body—before she abruptly slapped herself.
Taiga, Taiga!
Get a grip!
You can’t let something like a kid’s tail mess with your thoughts.
You are not that kind of girl!
Not lingering in the changing room any longer, Taiga, under the confused stares of the two children, led them into the Fujimura family’s large bathhouse.
“First, before taking a bath, you need to wash your body clean.”
The girl didn’t need help—it was obvious she could wash herself.
But the boy was another story.
He looked around curiously, clearly interested in everything in the bathhouse.
More importantly, when his feet touched the wet floor, they left behind dark, grimy footprints—something you couldn’t tell just by looking at him.
Broly was pressed onto a stool.
Taiga turned on the hot water and rinsed him.
As his hair got wet, dirt washed away, and the nearly discolored runoff left both young Sakura and Taiga staring in shock.
“Just rinsing isn’t going to cut it.”
She grabbed some bath products.
At first, she intended to let Broly wash himself—but after watching him squeeze out shampoo, sniff it, and then eat it, she immediately gave up on that idea.
“Seriously, that’s not food—spit it out…”
After digging the shampoo out of his mouth, she sighed.
“Forget it, I’ll wash you.”
Her smooth legs crossed around him as she poured a generous amount of shampoo onto his dirty hair and began scrubbing vigorously.
Foam quickly covered his head.
Broly grabbed some, sniffed it, and was about to taste it again when his hand was smacked away.
“I told you, that’s not food.
If you keep trying to eat it, I won’t be your wife anymore—and I’ll kick you out of my house.”
Hearing that, Broly immediately behaved.
“Huh, that actually works.
Alright, close your eyes—I’m going to rinse you.”
As the water washed away the foam, his jet-black hair was revealed.
“I thought it was grayish-brown—turns out it’s pure black.”
Taiga laughed awkwardly.
Seeing his slightly tanned skin, and worried he might eat the soap too, she went ahead and washed his body as well.
Nearby, young Sakura had already finished washing herself.
Watching Taiga busy with the boy, she shyly offered to help.
Taiga initially wanted to refuse, but seeing the girl eager to be useful—and not knowing what she had been through—she handed her a bar of soap.
The two girls, one big and one small, scrubbed the boy like he was a large dog.
Only when the scrubbing cloth could no longer remove any dirt did they finally finish the massive cleaning effort.
“This is more exhausting than fighting someone,” Taiga admitted honestly.
“But the sense of accomplishment is way greater.”
Watching the filthy boy become clean under her hands was surprisingly satisfying.
“Mm.”
Young Sakura nodded in agreement.
Even at her age, she was already showing a knack for cleaning.
“Alright, you’re clean now.
You can go soak in the bath.”
Taiga picked Broly up and tossed him into the large tub.
She thought things would finally get easier.
But…
While washing herself, she noticed the boy leaning against the edge of the tub, staring at her.
“Hey, what are you staring at me for?”
“I want to learn how to bathe.”
Such an innocent statement—but was bathing the same for boys and girls?
“You little pervert—don’t look!”
Before Taiga could throw a basin at him, Broly obediently turned around.
“What’s a ‘little pervert’?”
Still, he had a lot of questions.
“It means someone who’s young but likes staring at other people’s bodies.”
“Then she’s a little pervert too.”
Broly pointed at the girl who was staring at him.
“Huh?”
Young Sakura looked confused, her expression clearly saying, How does that work?
Taiga Fujimura: “…”
“Well, it’s not the same.
When a boy stares at a girl, he’s a pervert.
But when a girl looks at a boy, it’s not.”
“Why?”
“Because boys and girls are different.”
“How are they different?”
“In terms of… biological structure.”
“Biological structure?
What’s that?”
“Well, for example, this is a girl’s—wait, why am I explaining this to a kid?!”
“You said it to prove that boys staring at girls are perverts but girls staring at boys aren’t.
So why?”
Taiga tried to argue, but as Broly kept asking simple yet piercing questions, she found herself unable to answer.
In theory, men and women should be equal—but in practice, society didn’t always see it that way.
This left fifteen-year-old Taiga lost in thought.
Soaking in the hot water after washing up, she was pondering whether men and women were truly equal when a glug glug sound interrupted her.
Looking over, she saw Broly with the lower half of his face submerged, gulping down bathwater.
“Hey!
What are you doing?!”
She quickly pulled him up.
“I was thirsty, so I drank some water.”
“This is bathwater.”
“You can’t drink it?”
Taiga rubbed her temples.
“Obviously not.”
“Why?”
“Because… just remember: only boiled water is safe to drink.”
“What’s boiled water?”
“I…”
At that moment, Taiga experienced—years ahead of time—the struggle of dealing with a child who asks endless questions.