Chapter 14: Gourmet Flames and the Seventh Prince
The scent drifting across the lush lawns of Capsule Corp was nothing short of divine. It was a rich, intoxicating aroma—savory, sweet, and lightly charred—that made the mouth water from half a mile away.
In the center of the courtyard, Ron stood behind a massive, custom-built steel grill station, wearing a chef's hat tilted at a jaunty angle and a dark apron that read: Don't Mess With The Chef.
Having maxed out Starjun's Gourmet Cells, Ron didn't just cook food; he orchestrated culinary miracles. Using a tiny, perfectly controlled thread of Ultimate Blaze, he seared massive prime cuts of dinosaur meat and high-grade seafood to absolute perfection in seconds, locking in every drop of flavor down to the cellular level.
"Steaks coming off the line!" Ron announced cheerfully, flipping three giant, perfectly marbled T-bones into the air before catching them gracefully on silver platters. "Get 'em while they're hot!"
The Feast of the Century
At the giant outdoor dining table, the scene was pure chaos—and pure joy.
Goku was already four plates deep, eating with the wild, ravenous enthusiasm only a Saiyan possessed. "Mmmph! Uncle Ron, this is the best meat I've ever tasted in my entire life!" Goku managed to exclaim between bites, swallowing a roasted leg of boar whole. "It feels like my Ki is recharging twice as fast just by eating it!"
"That's because Dad's gourmet fire infuses the food with cellular energy, Goku," Tony Brief explained smoothly, sitting across from him. Tony was using a pair of custom nanotech chopstick-tweezers to meticulously dismantle a gourmet lobster shell, sipping a glass of iced tea. "It's literally high-density nutrition."
Beside them, eight-year-old Gojo Brief was currently engaged in a high-speed food war with little Gohan. Using a tiny, subtle flick of his Infinity Barrier, Gojo was casually floating delicious sweet rolls directly off Goku's plate and into his own mouth when Goku wasn't looking.
"Hey! Where'd my dumpling go?!" Goku blinked, scratching his head.
Gojo pushed his small dark sunglasses up his nose, flashing a mischievous smirk. "The mystery of the universe, Uncle Goku. Sometimes food just disappears into infinite space."
"Gojo, stop using your space techniques to steal your uncle's food," Hazel chuckled warmly, bringing out a bowl of fresh fruit salads infused with her own Healing Force Control. She patted her young son on the head before leaning down to kiss Ron's cheek as he delivered another towering platter of glazed ribs. "You've outdone yourself, honey."
"Only the best for the family, babe," Ron smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist.
Bulma, sitting beside Master Roshi and Krillin—who had both flown in as soon as they heard Raditz was chased off—leaned back in her chair with a contented sigh.
"I still can't believe that long-haired alien brother of Goku's ran away screaming back into space," Bulma giggled, taking a sip of juice. "I thought we were going to have a global crisis, and instead, we're having a Sunday barbecue."
"That's the power of the Brief family!" Dr. Brief chimed in cheerfully, a tiny black cat sitting on his shoulder while he enjoyed a bowl of soup. "Sleek armor, bright eyes, and a chef who can bend reality!"
The Arrival of the Seventh Prince
As the feast continued, Ron felt a familiar hum deep within his soul. The System chimed, signaling the arrival of his newest integration now that his previous templates were fully stabilized.
> [System Alert!]
> Primary Template Integration Triggered!
> [New Template Unlocked!]
> Target Template: Lloyd de Saloum (I Was Reincarnated as the 7th Prince) — [Synchronization: 20%]
> Acquired Attributes: Infinite Magic Curiosity, Mana Composition & Deconstruction, Spell Layering (Parallel Compound Casting), Mana Compression.
>
The moment the template initialized, Ron's perception of energy underwent another wild evolution. If Tony Stark gave him engineering genius, Frankenstein gave him dark science, and Gojo gave him atomic energy control... Lloyd Saloum turned him into a literal cheat code for magic and energy manipulation.
In Ron's mind, Ki, Cursed Energy, Haki, and Mana weren't just forces—they were lines of code waiting to be woven, stacked, and compressed into ridiculous new spells.
Ron casually raised his left hand while holding a grilling spatula with his right. Beneath the table, out of everyone's line of sight, a tiny, compressed sphere of fire magic, lightning, and Ki materialized. Utilizing Lloyd's Parallel Compound Casting, Ron layered dozens of high-tier spell circles inside a space smaller than a marble, compressing the destructive force of a planet-buster into something completely silent and harmless.
"Whoa..." Ron whispered to himself, his eyes gleaming behind his blindfold. "I can stack a thousand spells into a single pebble. That is absurdly fun."
The Calm Before the Storm
Goku lay on the grass, his stomach noticeably puffed out, letting out a satisfied groan. "Man... I couldn't eat another bite if I tried."
Ron chuckled, stepping away from the grill and walking over to sit beside his old friend Master Roshi. He pulled his chef's hat off, letting his hair fall naturally as he looked out over his family.
"So, Ron," Roshi murmured quietly, taking a small sip of tea. "The alien said there are more of them out there, didn't he? The ones named Prince Vegeta and Nappa?"
"Yeah," Ron said smoothly, resting his chin in his hand as his Six Eyes and Lloyd's Mana Perception scanned the quiet night sky above. "They'll probably hear about what happened here in a year or so. And when they do, they'll come looking for a fight."
"Are you worried?" Krillin asked nervously, leaning forward.
Tony, sitting nearby, tapped his wristband, letting his sleek Mark X nanotech pulse softly in a wave of white-and-gold light. "Worried? Krillin, my dad's got base physical strength over sixty million, Gojo can stop atomic attacks, and my suit can tank a mountain-buster. They should be worried about us."
"And now..." Ron added with a broad, mischievous grin, swirling a tiny, invisible multi-layered spell circle on the tip of his finger, "...I've got a whole new dictionary of magic tricks to test out on them."
Goku sat up, his spiky hair messy, a huge, excited grin spreading across his face. "When they get here, I wanna fight them first! After eating Uncle Ron's food, I feel like I could train for ten years without getting tired!"
Ron laughed aloud, a warm, booming sound that filled the peaceful garden. He looked over at Hazel, who gave him a fond, knowing look, and then down at his two brilliant sons.
"That's the spirit, Goku," Ron grinned, his eyes flashing with a playful blend of Kayden's lightning, Gojo's Infinity, and Lloyd's chaotic magic obsession. "Let the space princes come. We'll be right here... waiting with open arms, a hot grill, and a thousand stacked spells."