Before long, Goku followed Bulma into the living room.
The moment she entered, Bulma went straight for the refrigerator.
"Goku, forget everything my dad said or did just now," she said flatly. "He's just… like that."
Goku tilted his head. "Mm, I know. But he's kinda funny!"
"Funny? You have no idea! I'm the only normal one in this entire family.
Anyway, are you thirsty? Want something to drink?"
Goku looked around the massive house, completely distracted. "Anything's fine."
"Tsk, 'anything' is the hardest one. Luckily, I once helped fund a drink literally called Anything—"
Before she could finish, Mrs. Brief appeared, carrying two crystal glasses filled with clear liquid.
Her golden curls bounced as she walked in, her trademark gentle smile and crescent eyes radiating warmth.
Even Goku couldn't help but stare, curious about this kind-looking woman.
"Oh my~ Bulma brought home a friend!" she said cheerfully. "Welcome, welcome!"
Goku immediately stood and greeted her politely. "Hello, Mrs. Brief."
With her eyes still half-closed in that eternally sunny expression, she said, "Nice to meet you, dear. I'm Bulma's mother."
Then she bent down a little, beaming. "And what was your name again?"
"Son Goku!" he replied.
"Son Goku, huh? What a nice name.
So, little Goku, want a drink? I've got some fine wine~"
Bulma's temple twitched. "Mom! Don't offer alcohol to a child!"
Mrs. Brief didn't even blink. Her tone stayed as soft as ever.
"My daughter sure is loud. She must be hitting her rebellious phase.
Don't mind her, Goku."
"Oh, I don't," he said quickly, scratching his head.
"That's good then," Mrs. Brief continued. "So, I heard you two found the Dragon Balls?"
Goku nodded. "Yeah, we did. After we made our wish, we came back.
Bulma said she'd show me around West City for a couple of days before I go off to train."
Mrs. Brief chuckled behind her hand. "Oh-hoho~ What an adventure!
I never imagined Shenron was real.
Next time you two go treasure hunting, take me along, will you?
I'd love to find myself a handsome young boyfriend to play with."
Goku froze. Even knowing her parents were both extremely sociable, this was… too much.
He truly couldn't comprehend how Bulma managed to grow up in this family and stay sane.
In just a few minutes, his scalp tingled from secondhand embarrassment.
Bulma, on the other hand, looked ready to lose her mind.
She sighed. "Honestly, how did I end up with parents like you two?
The fact that I grew up with proper morals must be divine intervention."
Mrs. Brief nodded serenely. "You're right, dear. It was divine intervention.
Back when your father and I were fighting, I was actually going to end things—and, well, end you too.
Tried three times, but you just wouldn't go.
So I figured, maybe heaven wanted you to live!"
Bulma—reborn once already—could only stare blankly at her mother's casual tone.
Her mental age was easily a few years older than both of them combined.
She didn't even have the strength to be angry anymore.
Her parents had always treated life like a game.
That was just who they were.
After seeing them again, the homesickness she once felt was completely pulverized.
Still, she was glad Goku was with her—
for the next few days, she'd drown herself in food, lights, and laughter,
pretending, just for a while, that the world wasn't so chaotic.
The next day, sunlight filtered through the towering buildings of West City,
casting warm, dappled patterns across the streets.
The air was rich with the aroma of street food and sizzling grills.
Bulma and Goku spent the whole day wandering—shopping, eating, laughing.
They tried barbecue stalls, dessert cafés, seafood buffets, local snacks, burgers, noodles, sushi, everything in sight.
Bulma acted more like a doting girlfriend than a friend,
dragging Goku everywhere with boundless energy.
Anything that looked even remotely tasty, she'd buy on impulse.
If it was bad, she'd shove it to Goku.
If it was good, she'd hum happily while eating it herself.
Before they knew it, several days had flown by.
The happiness of those days let her forget the twenty long years of hunger and hardship in her past life.
As for Goku—he had indulged just as much.
His Saiyan stomach seemed bottomless, yet somehow Bulma managed to fill it every single day.
His belly had stayed round for an entire week,
and he had to practice martial arts every evening just to digest properly.
But all good times must end.
Soon, Bulma's vacation was over, and Goku had to leave the city of comfort and abundance behind.
Worried he might struggle while training under Master Roshi,
Bulma packed him a mountain of supplies:
plenty of food, clothes for all seasons, blankets, and even a portable Capsule House.
Goku didn't argue. He accepted everything with a grateful grin,
then rode off on the Flying Nimbus, heading toward Kame House.
Three days later, the Ox-King and Chi-Chi arrived at Fortuneteller Baba's mansion.
To their surprise, Son Gohan happened to be guarding the entrance.
When the two met, the old master and the mighty ox immediately fell into conversation.
Son Gohan wasn't much of a talker,
but after a while, he pieced together what was happening:
Goku's adventure had ended,
Chi-Chi had fallen for him,
and the Ox-King wanted to propose on her behalf.
Son Gohan chuckled softly and pushed the matter back to Goku himself.
He also learned that the father and daughter wanted Baba's help locating Goku
so they could train alongside him at the Turtle Hermit's place.
Out of respect for Gohan, Fortuneteller Baba gave them no discount whatsoever—
but she did agree to read their fortune.
After the divination, they finally learned Goku's whereabouts.
He was already on his way to Kame House.
Without delay, the Ox-King and Chi-Chi took off once again—
racing toward Goku's next destination.