In the early morning of West City, sunlight pierced through the clouds and illuminated the massive hemispherical headquarters of Capsule Corporation.
A faint smell of scorched air lingered in the atmosphere, mixed with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.
Krillin opened his eyes, feeling completely refreshed.
Thanks to the Saitama Template, his infinite stamina meant that even after several nights of "high-intensity operations," he still didn't need any recovery.
Meanwhile, Bulma was clinging to him like a koala.
Her nightgown had ridden up, revealing large patches of smooth skin as she breathed heavily, her voice carrying a trace of exhausted huskiness.
Krillin gently pulled his arm free.
Bulma whimpered softly, rolled over, buried her face in the pillow, and mumbled, "Don't move… my waist is broken…"
Krillin smirked and lightly patted her before getting dressed.
When he stepped into the spacious open dining room, the sight before him made him raise an eyebrow.
Blonde Launch stood in the kitchen wearing an ill-fitting lace apron.
She held a spatula like it was a submachine gun.
One foot rested on an expensive mahogany dining chair, her golden hair swaying slightly as she moved.
A toothpick hung from the corner of her mouth, and her face clearly said this lady is extremely annoyed.
When she saw Krillin enter, her movements froze, and the spatula nearly slipped into the frying pan.
The memory of being completely dominated by him last night sent chills down her spine.
"What are you staring at?! Haven't you ever seen a beauty cooking before?!"
Launch barked aggressively, though her voice lacked its usual confidence.
She avoided eye contact and glared at the bacon in the pan like it had personally offended her.
Krillin calmly pulled out a chair and sat down, watching her with interest.
"Is that how you talk to your master? It seems last night's punishment wasn't thorough enough."
Launch shivered instantly.
Her face turned red as she slammed two plates onto the table.
"Eat! Choke on it!"
The fried eggs on the plate were heart-shaped.
Although the edges were slightly burnt, the bacon was arranged into a smiling face.
The adorable presentation clashed hilariously with Launch's fierce expression.
Krillin picked up his fork and took a bite.
His eyebrows lifted slightly.
"Not bad. Seems you have talents besides robbing banks."
"Of course I do! You think surviving as a bandit is easy?!" Launch snorted and turned to pour coffee.
When she handed the cup to Krillin, however, her fingers trembled slightly, and a few drops spilled.
"S-Sorry!"
She instinctively reached for a gun that wasn't there, remembering she was now a "maid." Instead, she hurriedly wiped the table with her apron.
Watching the fierce bandit struggle to behave obediently put Krillin in an excellent mood.
Just then, Bulma walked in while yawning.
She wore a silk bathrobe, walking slowly as if testing whether the floor was stable beneath her.
"Something smells good… Hmm?" Bulma rubbed her eyes.
When she saw Blonde Launch diligently wiping the table, her eyes widened in disbelief.
"Am I still dreaming? What is that bandit doing here? And why are the eggs heart-shaped?"
Launch instantly grew embarrassed and angry under Bulma's stare.
She slammed the rag onto the table.
"What are you staring at, blue-haired weakling?! Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"
"Who are you calling a weakling?!" Bulma immediately flared up.
"This is my house! Believe it or not, I'll have the security robots throw you out!"
"Alright, alright," Krillin casually pulled Bulma onto his lap and fed her a piece of bacon.
"Try it. Our new nanny cooks pretty well."
Bulma chewed suspiciously.
Her eyes lit up briefly, then she winced and held her side.
"It's delicious, but… ow, my waist."
At that moment, Launch's nose twitched.
A bit of black pepper from the kitchen drifted through the air.
"Achoo!"
With that sneeze, her golden hair instantly turned dark blue.
Her entire demeanor changed.
Her arrogant posture disappeared, replaced by a shy stance and gentle expression.
Blue-haired Launch blinked in confusion.
She looked at the messy kitchen and then at Bulma sitting in Krillin's lap. Her face turned bright red.
"S-Sorry! Did I cause trouble again? I'll clean everything up right away! I'm really sorry!"
She quickly started washing dishes, moving carefully and politely.
Leaning in Krillin's arms, Bulma watched the gentle Launch thoughtfully.
Her eyes slowly narrowed.
She glanced down at her aching legs, then at Krillin, who still looked as energetic as ever.
A deep sense of crisis formed in her heart.
Although Shenron had modified her body to survive in space, it hadn't turned her into a superhuman like a Saiyan.
After the past few days, she had truly understood what it meant to be overwhelmed.
If this continued, she might become the first genius scientist in history to collapse from "excessive happiness."
"Krillin…" Bulma whispered softly into his ear.
"This Launch… her figure seems pretty good."
Krillin nearly choked on his coffee.
He looked down at her knowingly.
"What? Planning to introduce her to a boyfriend?"
"Introduce my foot!" Bulma pinched his thigh, though it barely affected him.
"You animal! I mean… anyway, I can't keep up with you anymore. Instead of letting you get tempted by some shady alien woman in the future, why not…"
She bit her lip as if making a difficult decision.
Her eyes shifted toward Launch, who was washing dishes.
"This is a rare dual-personality specimen… the blue-haired one is obedient, and the blonde one is fierce but afraid of you."
Bulma began muttering as her scientist brain started working at full speed.
"If I bring her into the team, I can get rest time while sharing the workload. That's the optimal solution."
Krillin listened quietly, a playful smile forming on his lips.
She walked right into this one.
After breakfast, Bulma suddenly became extremely energetic.
She grabbed Blue-haired Launch, who had been preparing to go grocery shopping.
"Miss Launch, you seem very flexible. Your physical coordination must be excellent, right?"
Bulma smiled like a cunning scientist with a new experiment.
Launch looked overwhelmed.
"Eh? I… I guess so. I used to climb a lot when doing housework."
"That's perfect! I recently developed a training method called Double Gravity Yoga, specially designed for girls with good flexibility like you."
Bulma grabbed her arm before she could refuse.
"To thank you for breakfast, Krillin will guide us today! He's a martial arts master!"
Krillin stood nearby watching Bulma's clumsy excuse.
He didn't expose her plan.
The smile in his eyes only grew deeper.
"Since my dear wife insists," Krillin said calmly, "I suppose I can serve as your coach today."
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