Chapter 3: Young Master in Childhood: You Must Live!

The girl was a bit stunned by his startled reaction, but still introduced the refrigerator beside him to Broly: "The refrigerator cools things down and can keep food frozen for a while."

But she obviously couldn't say much more, so she quickly took out the cake from inside the refrigerator and handed it to Broly: "This is cake, it has cream on top and is chocolate-flavored, you can try eating it."

Broly poked his head over, sniffing left and right at the thing in the girl's hand; perhaps catching a strange fragrance, his eyes lit up and he grabbed the cake still in its plastic wrap, shoving it into his mouth.

"You can't eat that."

Young Sakura was startled, quickly put down the plate, reached out to grab the plastic wrap at Broly's mouth, trying to pull it out.

She succeeded, but also failed—the plastic wrap was pulled straight apart, she lost her balance and fell backward; fortunately, Broly got there first, grabbed her hand, and pulled her back upright.

"Be careful."

Broly clumsily spoke the words of warning.

"The plastic wrap..."

Young Sakura pointed at the thing in his mouth to remind him.

Broly pulled the plastic wrap out of his mouth, and the sweet fragrance of the cake made him somewhat reluctant to let go.

"Any more?"

He asked while licking the cream off the plastic wrap.

"No more, only pudding left, strawberry-flavored."

Young Sakura shook her head, then took out strawberry-flavored pudding from the refrigerator again.

This time she gave advance warning that the outer packaging shell was not edible, so nothing happened where the packaging shell got eaten along with it.

"This one is also delicious, any more?"

The two strawberry-flavored puddings were quickly finished, but Broly was still not satisfied, his eyes fixed on the refrigerator almost shining with light.

From inside this strange box, the wife beside him had already taken out two kinds of delicious things he had never eaten before.

"None left."

"Then what is that?"

"It's meat, uh, and it's still raw."

Broly didn't care whether the food was raw or not; he picked it up and started biting into it.

Raw meat didn't have the sweetness of cake, nor the bounciness of pudding, but it did have the taste of normal flesh and blood.

Although it wasn't a very good taste, still, compared to Vampa Spiders, this was a delicacy.

"Then what about this?"

"This is an egg, wait, this needs to be shelled."

Young Sakura wanted to stop him, but Broly had already put an egg into his mouth, and when he was about to swallow it, it got stuck in his throat; but Broly punched his own throat with one fist, and the stuck egg shattered inside.

He smacked his lips twice; it was somewhat similar to the liquid food of spider eggs, which Broly didn't like very much, so his gaze fixed on some other brightly colored fruits.

While asking the girl what things were, he also quickly put everything that smelled decent into his mouth.

Among them was a box of lemon-flavored deodorizer; Broly's small body had half of it leaning into the refrigerator, rummaging through everything inside that was edible or not, his tail behind his butt swaying left and right, showing his excitement.

It was at this moment that Young Sakura discovered this boy's difference; looking at the long tail swaying left and right in front of her, she felt curious and her small hand reached out to grab it.

Having his tail grabbed made Broly's body tremble; he hurriedly turned back and pulled his tail back, then asked the girl about her behavior: "What are you doing?"

"Is that a real tail?"

"Or is it fake?"

For Saiyans, the tail counts as a sensitive point; if they haven't undergone desensitization training, having their tail grabbed will cause a Saiyan to lose all combat ability.

Although Broly had more or less overcome the situation where having his tail grabbed would make him completely lose combat ability, the sensitive spot was still sensitive.

On Nappa Star, besides his father, there was no one else who would help him with tail desensitization training, and he had long been used to his father Paragus's way of grabbing his tail.

Now suddenly being grabbed by the tail by someone else, although the girl wasn't using much force, the different way of gripping still caused him some reaction.

"Uh, why don't you have a tail?"

While speaking, Broly also glanced below the girl; Young Sakura noticed his gaze and subconsciously turned sideways, lifting her leg and reaching out to cover her key parts.

Thus, her butt was exposed from the side; after seeing that the girl had no tail, Broly asked somewhat surprised.

"How could a human possibly have a tail?"

"How could a human possibly not have a tail?"

【Ordinary people don't have tails; only Saiyans have tails.】

But soon, new information surfaced in his consciousness, making Broly's hand, which had wanted to lift the girl's butt to search for a tail that didn't exist, stop.

"So, you don't have a tail."

Broly looked at the girl with some pity.

"What kind of look is that?"

Young Sakura felt unnatural being looked at.

"You envy me for having a tail, right? Seeing as you've fed me so many delicious things, my tail can let you touch it."

Saying this, Broly extended his tail toward the girl; Young Sakura looked at the fluffy tail still slightly swaying and really felt somewhat tempted, reaching out her hand to prepare to take the tail from Broly's hand.

"What are you two doing?"

But this process was interrupted by a voice; Shinji, wearing sleepwear, stood at the kitchen door, unable to understand the scene before him.

His stepsister and an unfamiliar little boy stood together with bare buttocks in front of the open refrigerator, seemingly exchanging something.

"I'm letting her touch my tail."

Broly answered very seriously, stating what he was doing right now.

"He's hungry, I brought him here to eat."

Young Sakura explained somewhat flusteredly.

Touching tails, eating things, what kind of nonsense is this?

At this age, Shinji was still pure; he did not understand what his adopted sister and the strange boy were doing, but he clearly understood one thing.

"Sakura, this is your friend, right? But even if his stomach is hungry and he wants to eat something, you shouldn't bring him to the kitchen looking like this, should you? Also, my sister's friend, when you visit someone else's home, do you also go without wearing clothes?"

Young Shinji questioned with the air of an older brother.

"My clothes got ruined."

Broly Immediately answered the question about his own clothes.

"Then what about you, Sakura?"

Matou Shinji's gaze turned toward Young Sakura.

"Mine I haven't had time to put on yet."

Her clothes were in the Insect Warehouse, but thinking to escape that nightmare-like place as soon as possible, just now she also hadn't had time to pay them any mind.

At this moment, facing the gaze of her adoptive older brother — who was also one of only two people in the Matou Family who treated her decently — the girl shrank her neck.

"I'll go back to my room and put on clothes right now."

She ran off, leaving Broly alone in the Kitchen.

After Sakura left, Young Shinji's gaze turned toward Broly.

Correctly speaking, it was directed at the tail swaying in Broly's hand.

"Is that tail of yours real?"

He circled around behind Broly, looking at the tail disappearing into the coccyx, and asked in some surprise.

"Do you want to touch it too?"

Broly saw this person was somewhat curious, so he asked quite generously.

"I absolutely won't touch something strange like that!"

Young Shinji lifted his chin and responded with a somewhat tsundere tone.

Although the fluffy tail also held attraction for him.

"Are you my sister's friend from before?"

He asked.

"Friend? No, she is my wife."

While gnawing on an Apple, Broly answered this question.

"What? Sakura at this age is already married?"

Young Shinji was very shocked.

"Marriage, what is that?"

Broly refuted, and in his mind no information about marriage emerged. "You don't even know what marriage is?"

"Why should I know?"

"Then how did you make my sister become your wife?"

"In my mind, there is this kind of information telling me so."

Broly answered honestly.

Young Shinji could not understand, yet was greatly shaken.

"Is there still food here?"

Broly, who didn't know courtesy, asked; the things in the Refrigerator had already been eaten up by him.

Young Shinji: "..."

At this time, he also saw the messy state inside the Refrigerator.

"Who exactly are you? How did you break into my home and deceive my sister?"

When Young Sakura returned, what she saw was her adoptive older brother questioning Broly.

"My name is Broly."

Broly introduced himself once again.

"The Crystal Palace appeared, there were many line-like things around me, and in a flash, I arrived here."

His meager vocabulary forced Broly to give only this meaningless reply.

"I didn't deceive anyone; those worms were delicious. Of course, the things inside this box called a Refrigerator are even more delicious."

Broly licked his lips; he still wasn't full, low-energy food always requires taking in more to suffice.

"I understand now; you must be a thief. You deceived my sister into opening the door to let you in, deceived her into bringing you into my home to steal food."

Young Shinji made a reasonable daydream; he felt he had already found the truth.

"Thief?"

Broly frowned; his mind reacted to this noun.

But the information that emerged reminded him that this is a bad slanderous appellation.

"You won't give me anything to eat, and you slander me — do you want me to kill you that badly?"

Young Broly gave rise to killing intent toward Young Shinji.

This killing intent was extremely pure — a desire to destroy things unfavorable to himself.

And this was a wild nature he had cultivated on Nappa Star.

There was no malice; it was simply a pure wish to destroy some things unfavorable to himself, or lives.

And when that utterly pure killing intent emerged, Young Shinji was somewhat scared, and plopped down onto the ground.

Meeting that indifferent gaze directed at him, fear and dread — negative emotions — kept welling up from the bottom of his heart.

Just like a weak creature targeted by a powerful Hunter, producing various nervous fear reactions.

This was his life's instinct reminding him of the danger of the person before him.

"My brother didn't mean it that way."

Perhaps because young Shinji was one of only two people in the Matou Family who treated her well, Young Sakura stepped forward at this moment to speak up for Matou Shinji.

Seeing the girl who gave him good things to eat, Broly's hostility quickly dissipated, and he turned to ask her for food instead.

Young Sakura was somewhat troubled; the Matou Family, even counting her as an adopted daughter, had only five members, and the food in the refrigerator was all there was — there simply wasn't any other food.

"But I can take you out to eat."

Seeing Broly's disappointment, Young Sakura thought of something and said.

"Then what are you still waiting for?"

As long as there was food, Broly had no problem; he urged.

"But you have to put on clothes first."

Young Sakura said again.

"But what do I do if I don't have clothes?"

Broly became somewhat troubled.

"It's fine, you don't have clothes, but my brother does."

Young Sakura looked at young Shinji on the ground.

"Eh?"

Young Shinji let out a doubtful sound; he originally wanted to refuse.

But seeing Broly's gaze looking over, he no longer had the courage to refuse.

"You're a good person too!"

Having obtained the clothes to go eat, Broly appeared very happy; he forgot the displeasure young Shinji had brought him beside him.

"Shinji-nii, I won't be coming back. Please tell Yan Ye-uncle for me."

The terrifying grandfather was already dead; she no longer had any reason to stay in the Matou Family. Young Sakura only wanted to leave this Worm Home that left her a psychological shadow, but before leaving, she still didn't forget to say a word to the person here who treated her well, through Matou Shinji.

"Sakura, come here a moment; I have something I want to ask you."

Young Shinji didn't dare speak in front of Broly; after calling his adopted sister to the side, he quietly asked the girl.

"Did that guy with the tail threaten you? If so, hmm, you go with him first, stall him, I'll notify Dad and Uncle to come save you afterward."

Second Master is still Second Master; even as a child he didn't dare step forward.

"Who knows where Grandfather went; it would be nice if he were here."

Young Sakura: "..."

"I wasn't threatened. On the contrary, Broly-gege is a good person; he saved me. I'm free. I won't come back. And Grandfather, don't talk to me about him; he's a bad person."

"How is Grandfather a bad person?"

Matou Shinji still wanted to argue with his adopted sister, when he heard Broly's somewhat urgent urging from that side.

"I've put the clothes on. When can we go outside to eat?"

"Not talking to you anymore. I'm leaving."

"Wait."

"Does Brother still have something?"

"Do you have money? Going out to eat requires money?"

Young Girl Sakura: "..."

She's only five years old; where would she get money.

"Here, this is the pocket money Dad gave me. You take it."

Young Shinji opened his piggy bank, took out all the coins from inside, and handed them to his adopted sister.

"But this is your pocket money..."

"I'm your brother. Even if it's only by adoption, a brother protecting his sister — isn't that normal? Even though I can't protect you right now, giving you money is the only thing I can do right now. You must stall that dangerous guy. I will definitely tell Uncle and Grandfather about you being taken away, and have them come save you."

Young Sakura wanted to speak but stopped, stopped then wanted to speak again; in the end she said nothing, accepting her adopted brother's pocket money.

"I really wasn't threatened. Brother really doesn't need to have others come save me."

Only when leaving the Matou Family did she once again reiterate her situation.

"I know, Sakura. You must stay alive!"

Young Shinji had a look of having daydreamed everything; he solemnly gave his adopted sister his reply, leaving the girl somewhat unsure what to say.

"Did you encounter some danger?"

After walking far away, Broly then asked the girl beside him somewhat curiously.

"No, it's just that my brother stubbornly believes I was kidnapped by you."

Young Sakura replied.

"Kidnapped? What's that?"

Broly didn't understand; his otaku memories from his previous life were fragmented, merely bits of information that would biu out from his brain from time to time.

If he couldn't understand the information's content, it would rapidly fade away, so most of the time he acted like an ignorant child.

(Chapter End)