The moment Ken and Broly stepped off the airship, Jaco instantly recognized them for who they were.
How could he not be terrified?
According to the intel he received, there was supposed to be only one Saiyan coming to Earth.
So what the hell was going on here?
"Pfft… Sis, the alien you know is super lame!" Bulma suddenly burst out laughing, grabbing her sister's hand as she giggled. "He got beat up and cried by my alien in just a few hits!"
Tights: "?????"
"Alien? They're aliens?" Tights blinked in confusion and quickly looked Ken and Broly up and down.
Then she noticed the tails behind them.
Her pupils shrank, and her face turned pale.
Weren't they the warrior race Jaco warned her about—the Saiyans?
Why were they here?
Why did they know her dad and her sister!?
"Sis, let me introduce them! They're the aliens Dad and I just met. The cool one is Ken, and the big dumb one is Broly," Bulma happily explained.
"Big dumb one?" Tights blinked again and turned toward Broly.
Broly said nothing, still standing on top of Jaco.
Jaco wanted to die from the shame.
Tights took a closer look and had to admit… yeah, this guy did look a bit slow.
Even the old man, after witnessing such a horrifying display, couldn't help but tremble.
Both he and Tights had seen Jaco easily take down several gun-wielding humans with no effort.
But now? The kid named Broly had beaten him into tears.
"Broly, that's enough," Ken scolded.
Broly scratched his head with a goofy grin, let go of Jaco, and returned to Ken's side.
Ken stepped forward and offered a friendly hand to Jaco. "You alright?"
"I—" Jaco started to refuse the handshake, but then he saw Broly glaring at him from behind Ken.
His face turned ghost-white.
Ken had said that when he was speaking, others needed to show respect.
Otherwise, they'd get smacked.
Jaco shuddered, quickly reached out, and shook Ken's hand.
Ken helped him up, dusted him off, and said with a hint of apology, "Sorry about that. My friend's a little rough. You okay?"
"I… I'm fine… I mean, I am an elite Galactic Patrol officer. That kind of attack is nothing," Jaco replied with a bitter smile.
Ken gave his arm a friendly pat and nodded. "Good to hear."
"Y-yeah…" Jaco wiped his sweat.
Ken knew perfectly well that while Broly acted dumb, he wasn't dumb at all.
Those hits just now? Broly had held back perfectly.
If he hadn't, with his level of power, Jaco would've been either dead or crippled.
"Bulma, how did you meet these aliens?" Tights asked, still confused.
"Ken asked Dad to modify a spaceship, and he landed it at our house," Bulma replied truthfully.
"Ken? The handsome one?" Tights clarified.
"Yep, that's him!" Bulma nodded.
"Do you know who they really are?" Tights leaned in and whispered nervously.
"Aliens, right? What else is there to know?" Bulma blinked innocently, her big eyes full of curiosity.
"According to Jaco, they might be Saiyans—here to wipe out all humans," Tights whispered, voice trembling.
"Hey Ken," Bulma asked casually, "my sister says you and Broly are here to destroy all the Earthlings. Is that true?"
Tights: "..."
She nearly burst into tears.
Why are you asking that so directly!? You dumb little sister!
"What do you think?" Ken smiled.
"You don't seem like a bad guy," Bulma said, shaking her head, her big eyes sparkling.
"No, I wouldn't do something like that," Ken nodded.
"See, Sis? Now you can relax," Bulma said cheerfully.
Tights didn't respond.
After a short silence—
"Nice to meet you, Ken. I'm Tights, Bulma's older sister," she said, stepping up and offering her hand.
Ken shook her hand and took a silent moment to size her up.
Tights looked alright. Maybe because of her age, she hadn't fully developed yet, but overall she had decent looks—and pretty soft hands.
"How old are you, Ken?" Tights asked.
"I'm five," he replied.
"Oh, such a promising young man." Tights nodded, then glanced at Broly and asked, "What about him?"
"Same age as me," Ken said.
Tights didn't say anything more and quietly walked over to Jaco.
Lowering her voice, she asked, "Didn't you say you could handle any Saiyan between 3 and 5 years old?"
"Shut up…" Jaco was sweating buckets. "This is an exception, alright!?"
"So is this Saiyan invasion of Earth real or not? You've confused me so much I don't even know anymore," Tights said, half-laughing and half-crying. "Ken doesn't seem like a bad guy at all."
"Do the words 'bad guy' get written on their forehead or something? You don't know how terrifying Saiyans are!" Jaco hissed back, his voice barely above a whisper, terrified Broly might hear.
"You skipping lunch or what? I can't even hear you," Tights said.
"Hmph, I didn't say anything," Jaco huffed.
Dr. Omori, the old man, had prepared a lavish dinner for Dr. Brief and the group.
But with Broly the bottomless pit around, the table was practically wiped clean.
Fortunately, Dr. Brief had anticipated this and brought an entire capsule full of snacks. Only then did Broly finally feel full.
Ken didn't eat much.
Saiyans didn't need to eat the equivalent of 40 people's meals every time. Sometimes, they just needed a little more than a regular person.
It was only after intense battles or using massive amounts of energy—like turning into a Great Ape—that they'd gorge themselves to restore stamina.
"By the way, you said you're with the Galactic Patrol?" Ken suddenly turned his attention back to Jaco.
Broly stopped eating and stared straight at Jaco.
Jaco swallowed a mouthful of food and nervously glanced at Broly. He quickly nodded at Ken and answered honestly, "Yes, I'm Jaco, a Galactic Patrol officer."
"How strong are you among the Galactic Patrol?" Ken asked.
"I'm one of the elite warriors," Jaco replied.
Bulma: "..."
Tights: "..."
The two sisters exchanged a look.
Elite, huh…
You got beaten into tears by a five-year-old.
(End of Chapter)
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