Chapter 3: Young Second Master – You Must Stay Alive!
The girl was momentarily startled by Broly's sudden reaction, but she quickly introduced the refrigerator beside them.
"This is a refrigerator. It keeps things cold and can freeze food to preserve it longer."
She didn't explain much more and instead took out a chocolate cake from inside and handed it to him.
"This is cake. It has cream on top—chocolate flavor. Try it."
Broly leaned in, sniffing the cake left and right. The scent was unfamiliar, but something about it excited him. Eyes lighting up, he grabbed the cake—cling film and all—and shoved it into his mouth.
"You can't eat that!"
The girl, Sakura, panicked. She quickly set the plate down and reached to yank the cling film from his mouth.
She managed to tear part of it off but lost her balance in the process and fell backward. Fortunately, Broly caught her hand mid-fall and pulled her upright.
"Be careful," he said clumsily.
"The cling film…"
Sakura pointed to the plastic still in his mouth.
Broly reluctantly pulled it out, savoring the sweetness lingering on it.
"Is there more?"
He licked the cream from the film as he asked.
"No, only strawberry-flavored pudding is left."
Sakura took out a pudding from the fridge and explained how to eat it this time, including not consuming the packaging. This time, Broly ate it properly.
"This is tasty too. Any more?"
The two puddings disappeared quickly, but Broly still wasn't satisfied. His eyes sparkled as he stared into the fridge, which to him was a treasure chest of new flavors.
"What about that?"
"That's meat, but it's raw..."
Broly didn't care. He grabbed it and took a bite. It didn't have the sweetness of the cake or the chewiness of pudding, but it had a raw, animalistic flavor—far better than the Wanpa spiders he'd eaten before.
"And this?"
"That's an egg—wait! You need to crack the shell first—"
But Broly had already shoved an entire egg into his mouth. It got stuck in his throat, but he simply punched himself in the neck. The egg shattered inside.
He smacked his lips. The runny, slimy texture reminded him of spider eggs, which he didn't like.
Curious, he moved on to colorful fruit, shoving anything that smelled edible into his mouth—including, unfortunately, a lemon-scented deodorizer.
Crouched in the fridge, Broly rummaged through its contents, his tail wagging left and right behind him, revealing his excitement.
That's when Sakura noticed the tail. Curious, she reached out and grabbed it.
The moment she did, Broly jolted. He turned and quickly pulled it away.
"What are you doing?"
"Is that a real tail?" Sakura asked.
"Of course. What, do you think it's fake?"
A Saiyan's tail is a sensitive spot. Without training to desensitize it, they could lose their combat abilities if it's grabbed. Broly had undergone some training from his father, Paragus, but it was still uncomfortable.
"Why don't you have a tail?" he asked, now looking down at her.
Sakura turned away instinctively, trying to cover her lower half. This exposed her butt slightly, which only confused Broly more.
"Humans don't have tails."
"How can humans not have tails?"
"Because only Saiyans do."
Broly paused. Some memory stirred, halting his hand just as he reached to check her more directly.
"So… you really don't have a tail," he muttered, looking at her with pity.
"What kind of look is that?"
"You're jealous, right? Since you gave me so many tasty things, I'll let you touch my tail."
He held it out toward her. Sakura hesitated, tempted by the swaying, furry appendage.
But then—
"What are you two doing?!"
The voice belonged to Shen Er, standing at the kitchen doorway in his pajamas, looking utterly bewildered.
"My tail. I'm letting her touch it," Broly answered seriously.
"He was hungry, so I brought him here to eat," Sakura added quickly, flustered.
Shen Er was speechless. Two kids, both naked, digging through a fridge and talking about tails?
"Even if he's hungry, you shouldn't bring strangers into the kitchen like this. And... you—" Shen Er looked at Broly, "—why aren't you wearing clothes?"
"They were ruined," Broly said plainly.
"And you, Sakura?"
"I didn't have time to put mine on. I left them in the bug room."
Shen Er sighed, frustrated. "Go get dressed."
Sakura darted off to her room, leaving Broly alone with Shen Er. Shen Er, unable to ignore the tail, circled Broly.
"Is that… real?"
"You want to touch it too?" Broly offered.
"I would never touch something that weird!" Shen Er huffed—though he was clearly tempted.
"Are you my sister's friend?"
"Friend? No, she's my wife."
"Wife?! Sakura's already married?!"
"Married? What's that?"
"You don't even know?!"
"Why should I?"
"Then how can she be your wife?"
"Because the information in my head says so."
Shen Er's mind spun. This boy made no sense.
"Is there more to eat?"
Broly opened the fridge again, but it was empty.
"...Who exactly are you? Did you break into our house just to eat and fool my sister?"
"My name is Broly."
"The Crystal Palace appeared, then there were a bunch of lines, and I ended up here," he explained in his simple vocabulary.
"I didn't trick anyone. Those bugs were tasty, but the stuff in the fridge? Even better."
Shen Er stared. His suspicion deepened.
"You're a thief. You tricked my sister into letting you in and stole our food."
Broly frowned. That word stirred something in his mind—thief—a bad term.
"You won't feed me, and now you're insulting me. Do you want me to kill you?"
The moment Broly said that, Shen Er froze.
Broly's killing intent was pure and instinctual. It wasn't personal—it was just his natural reaction to hostility.
Shen Er collapsed to the floor, shaking under Broly's gaze. His instincts screamed danger.
"My brother didn't mean it," Sakura said gently, standing between them.
Seeing her again, Broly calmed down and instead asked her for more food.
She hesitated. They didn't have any left—but she had an idea.
"I can take you out to eat."
Broly lit up. "Then what are we waiting for?"
"But you need to wear clothes first."
"What if I don't have any?"
"It's fine. My brother has some."
"Eh?" Shen Er blinked in surprise, but seeing Broly's excited expression, he swallowed his objections.
"You're a good person too!" Broly grinned after putting on Shen Er's clothes.
"Brother Shen Er, I won't be coming back. Please tell Uncle Kariya," Sakura said.
Her terrifying grandfather was dead. She was free. She never wanted to return to that place of insects again.
Shen Er called her aside.
"Sakura… were you threatened by that guy? Stay calm. I'll tell Uncle and Father so they can rescue you."
"I wasn't threatened. Broly saved me. I'm finally free. And Grandpa—don't talk to me about him. He was a terrible person."
"How could Grandpa be bad?"
Before he could argue more, Broly called out.
"I put the clothes on. When can we go eat?"
"I'm going," Sakura said, walking away.
"Wait. Do you have money? You need it to eat out."
Sakura blinked. She was only five—of course she didn't.
"Here. This is my allowance. Take it."
Shen Er emptied his piggy bank, handing her all his coins.
"But this is yours—"
"I'm your brother, even if just adopted. I can't protect you now, but at least I can help you with this."
Sakura hesitated but eventually accepted it.
"I really wasn't threatened. You don't need to rescue me."
"I understand. Just… live, Sakura."
His solemn words stunned her.
As they left, Broly looked at her.
"Did something happen? Were you in danger?"
"No. My brother just wrongly thinks you're holding me hostage."
"Hostage? What's that?"
Broly's fragmented memories couldn't process the concept. If he didn't understand a word, it would just vanish—leaving him as clueless as ever.