"...Maron?"
Kaito remembered that Krillin had dated someone after that, and her name was Maron.
This Maron was the very definition of a two-faced sea queen—flirty, manipulative, and totally materialistic. If Seventeen really was dating her, then he'd clearly fallen for the wrong woman this time.
Still, knowing Seventeen's personality, he probably wouldn't suffer too much. At most, he'd just teach a few of Maron's backup boyfriends a lesson and chalk it up as experience.
Eighteen suddenly leaned closer to Kaito's chest and sniffed him, frowning slightly.
"Hmm? Kaito, this scent on you… it smells kind of familiar."
Kaito gave an awkward smile. Eighteen's sense of smell was seriously sharp, but he didn't bother hiding anything. He told her everything that had happened earlier that day.
After listening, Eighteen didn't get angry at all. Instead, she sighed sympathetically for Bulma.
"Tch tch… So she really did break up with Yamcha in the end? Well, that's not necessarily a bad thing for her. I always thought those two didn't match."
Kaito shrugged, not giving any further opinion on the matter.
Eighteen dropped the topic too. She stretched lazily and said,
"Well, I'll just wish her better luck next time. I'm gonna check how dinner's coming along."
Kaito nodded. He was about to follow her when suddenly, he felt a strange itch on his backside.
His expression changed, and he quickly sat back down, clutching his rear. Eighteen noticed his reaction and hurried over, looking worried.
"What's wrong, Kaito? Did you get hurt fighting that Broly guy?"
"No, that guy couldn't touch me. It's just… something feels weird back there. Nothing serious."
Without hesitation, Eighteen reached out to touch Kaito's rear, her face completely calm and unbothered.
Since she didn't seem embarrassed at all, Kaito certainly wasn't going to be. He just let her feel around as she pleased.
After a while, though, she still hadn't found anything unusual—until Seventeen walked out of the kitchen holding a spatula. The moment he saw the scene before him, the spatula slipped from his hand with a loud clank.
"Sis… seriously, can we maybe eat dinner first? I've got a date tonight, so after that, you two can do… whatever."
"Seventeen… if you don't want your motorcycle turned into scrap metal, then get back in the kitchen. Now."
"Roger that!"
Having experienced flying sandals before, Seventeen wisely spun around and shut the kitchen door with a bang.
A few seconds later, he peeked back out sheepishly to grab his fallen spatula.
Eighteen shot him a glare. "Don't forget to wash it."
"Yes, my dear sister!"
After dinner, Seventeen hopped on his motorcycle and eagerly sped off to meet his Maron, leaving the place to Kaito and Eighteen.
But the two didn't do anything indecent that night. Kaito just couldn't shake the odd feeling in his body, so he simply held Eighteen in his arms and slept—purely and peacefully.
...
The next morning, Eighteen woke up drowsy, yawning as she sat up. She saw Kaito sitting cross-legged on the bed, arms folded and deep in thought. Wrapping her arms around him from behind, she mumbled sleepily,
"Kaito, you're up so early… what are you—huh? What's that!?"
Her eyes went wide.
From behind Kaito, a white tail had snaked around to the front, twitching gently like a curious little snake. Kaito stared at it, lost in thought.
There was no doubt—this tail was the result of him absorbing Broly's bloodline power.
Kaito turned to Eighteen with a smile and brushed the tip of his tail playfully against her nose.
Eighteen sneezed twice in a row. She shot him a mock glare and grabbed the mischievous tail in her hand.
Of course, as someone with a Saiyan bloodline even purer than Vegeta's, Kaito's tail wasn't a weakness at all.
In fact, he could even use it as a weapon when necessary.
He stood up. In an instant, a white, form-fitting coat appeared on his body, paired with black pants. His tail coiled neatly around his waist like a belt.
Since he already had a tail, there was no point in cutting it off. After all, the Saiyan tail served another important purpose—it was the key to unlocking the Super Saiyan 4 transformation.
Of all the evolution paths, Kaito had always preferred the raw, primal power of Super Saiyan 4. It resonated perfectly with his transcendent Saiyan bloodline.
And since he was already a god with divine ki, achieving that form would push his power to unimaginable levels.
Now, all he needed was a moon.
Though the moon in the Dragon Ball world had long been destroyed by Piccolo, that wasn't a problem for Kaito.
He could easily use Almighty Push to create a new one—or, if needed, just have Vegeta make an artificial moon again.
He only needed to gaze upon it once.
Thinking that, Kaito turned to Eighteen with a grin.
"Eighteen, how about we do some moon-gazing tonight?"
"Sure, but… I haven't seen the moon in ages. It's like it vanished."
"Don't worry. If it's gone, we'll just make one ourselves."
"Eh?"
"You'll see soon enough."
"Fine then, I'll be looking forward to tonight."
The two of them went downstairs to have breakfast together. Food might not have been necessary for Kaito anymore, but it was still part of the morning ritual.
Halfway through the meal, the front door creaked open. Seventeen was back from a night out—and judging from his sour expression, it hadn't gone well.
He tossed his helmet aside, plopped onto the couch, and started muttering curses under his breath.
Kaito and Eighteen exchanged a glance. Eighteen set down her chopsticks and asked,
"Seventeen, what happened? Why do you look so pissed?"
Seventeen's expression twisted into one of pure frustration.
"Sis, you have no idea what I saw last night. A whole bunch of guys were hovering around Maron like flies!"
"Huh? Some thugs? Just beat them up and be done with it."
"No! She knows them all! And they were laughing and chatting like best friends!"
"They don't know you're her boyfriend?"
He gave a hollow laugh.
"Heh… turns out, every single one of them is her ex."
"What?! Still acting all chummy with her exes? What does she even take you for?!"
Eighteen slammed her chopsticks on the table, her face full of anger.
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