"Okay, deal!" Emily beamed and grabbed Ken's hand.
Ken: "…"
"Hey! Emily! You can borrow him tomorrow! Today, he's my boyfriend!" Bulma pulled Emily's hand away.
"Fine, but you better not go back on your word," Emily agreed without protest.
Ken wiped his sweat silently from the sidelines.
These little brats are gonna be the end of me…
A future god on track to become an angel… now being fought over like a pet by two kindergarten girls?
Unbelievable.
"Bulma, when did you get a boyfriend behind my back? Why didn't I know about this?" Emily blinked curiously, then looked Ken up and down and added, "But I gotta admit, your boyfriend's pretty handsome—way better looking than my cousin's."
"What do you mean behind your back?" Bulma huffed, clearly displeased by the phrasing.
"You said you were gonna marry me when we grew up!" Emily pouted.
"You're a girl, I'm a girl. We can't get married," Bulma shook her head firmly.
"Sometimes love transcends gender," Emily replied righteously.
Ken wiped sweat from his forehead again.
These kindergarten kids are way too advanced!
Is this really something a preschooler should be saying?
Ken decided it was time for a little counterattack.
You dragged me this far off-track, I need to reclaim the narrative.
"Ken, what kindergarten do you go to?" Emily asked curiously.
"Me? I never went to kindergarten," Ken said casually.
Emily was stunned. "No way! Everyone goes to kindergarten nowadays. How could you not?"
"Hehe, Ken's from another planet. Where he's from, there's no kindergarten, not even elementary or middle school," Bulma explained with a grin.
"Another planet? You're an alien?" Emily's eyes widened in shock.
"You really get me," Ken nodded. "Yep. I come from a planet that's at least tens of billions of light-years away from Earth."
"Huh?! Tens of billions of light-years?!" Emily's jaw dropped so wide she could probably fit a whole egg in her mouth.
A moment of silence.
"Bulma, how long is tens of billions of light-years?" Emily asked, turning to her friend.
Ken: "…"
"You dummy, light-years are a unit of distance, not time," Bulma huffed. "It means how far light can travel in tens of billions of years. And light's the fastest thing we know—it travels 300,000 kilometers per second!"
"Whoa… I don't get it, but it sounds really far," Emily scratched her head. "It's gotta be farther than from our house to the South Pole."
"Hmph, so clueless." Bulma didn't bother with her anymore and turned to Ken. "Your planet's that far away from Earth? Your tech must be super advanced!"
Ken nodded. "Yep."
"But why did you come to our planet?" Emily asked again.
"I'm on vacation," Ken replied. "You know what they say: 'Reading thousands of books isn't as good as traveling thousands of miles.' That's why I feel sorry for you Earthlings—always stuck in school, buried in endless homework."
"Tell me about it! Luckily, Bulma and I are about to graduate kindergarten. No more homework ever again!" Emily sighed in relief, shaking her little head.
"Don't celebrate too soon," Ken said grimly. "From what I hear, kindergarten here is just playtime. Elementary school is when the real grind begins. And middle school? The homework piles up like crazy. Subjects like physics, chemistry, biology, geography, science… You'll be lucky to finish before midnight."
He sighed. "And that's just middle school. Once you hit high school… tsk tsk… I better not say more, or I'll traumatize you."
Emily: "…"
Bulma: "…"
The two girls exchanged nervous glances… then stared hard at Ken.
"Who told you all this?" they asked in unison.
"I'm an alien, remember? Of course I know everything," Ken whispered mysteriously. "But don't ask your parents—they'll never tell you the truth."
Emily and Bulma looked at each other again, faces full of dread and uncertainty.
"Is… is he telling the truth, Bulma?" Emily's eyes were starting to well up.
"…I think so," Bulma nodded seriously. "My older sister always drowning in homework. She even sneaks out to play before the holidays start…"
"We're so lucky," Ken sighed dramatically. "Look at me. I'm five years old and already traveling the universe."
"Waaaahhhh!!"
Emily burst into loud sobs, completely unable to hold it in anymore. Her cries drew the attention of every student in the classroom.
Even the teacher looked over in surprise.
"Emily, what's wrong?" the teacher rushed over, concerned.
"Waaahh… He said… he said when we go to elementary school and middle school we'll have even more homework…" Emily bawled harder.
Teacher: "…"
The teacher didn't even know how to comfort her.
Because… Ken was absolutely right.
Emily's words spread through the classroom like wildfire. Several students overheard and began wailing too.
Soon, the classroom was filled with the sound of collective despair.
Bulma didn't cry.
"Nice going," she glared at Ken. "You managed to ruin our whole graduation by making the entire class cry."
"I was just telling the truth," Ken said with a sigh.
"Waaaahhh!" Suddenly, Bulma started crying too.
"…What are you crying for?" Ken asked. "You're not even tearing up."
"I have to cry!" Bulma whispered angrily. "If everyone else is crying, the teacher's gonna think I made them cry!"
"You're about to graduate. Why would you be scared of your teacher now?" Ken asked.
"…Huh. That actually makes sense," Bulma said, thinking it over.
The teacher spent quite some time trying to calm the class. As soon as one student stopped crying, another would start. She was completely overwhelmed.
"Teacher, teacher! He said he's an alien!" Emily sniffled and raised her hand to report Ken.
Immediately, the whole class stopped crying and turned their attention to Ken.
(End of Chapter)
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