Dragon Ball: Being able to revive means you're courting death? How naive!

Chapter 341 Vegeta Returns to Earth

Teacher Zhou Le's face darkened, and his pointer whistled as it struck Son Gohan's head.

Blood instantly flowed from Son Gohan's forehead, leaving a bloody trail on his pale face.

Teacher Zhou Sanle sneered, "Isn't it all because of your father that you're so unruly!"

Son Gohan gritted his teeth and looked up: "Don't speak ill of my father."

Is it meaningful to protect such a piece of trash?

On Wednesday, the teacher squinted, a cold glint in his glasses: "He's been away from home for two years. If he were truly responsible, he would have come back long ago! Tutor a kid like you? If your family hadn't offered five times the price, I'd rather teach a chicken, a pig, or a monkey!"

Qiqi stood at the door, trembling all over, her nails digging deeply into her palms.

Teacher Zhou Le laughed and slapped Son Gohan on the head, his fingertips tracing the scab on the boy's forehead: "Teaching you is harder than training a monkey! With that stupid brain, you'll never amount to anything in this lifetime!"

Amidst the piercing laughter, Teacher Zhou Le failed to notice that Qi Qi's gaze had turned as cold as an icicle.

Chi-Chi rushed to the window, ripped it open, and dug her fingertips into Teacher Zhou's shoulder: "How dare you insult my Gohan? Get out!"

Before she could finish speaking, Qiqi suddenly exerted her strength and threw the person out of the window.

Amid screams, Teacher Zhou Sanle flew through the air in a clumsy arc before crashing onto the lawn with a "thud."

Gohan stared blankly at his mother's reddened knuckles, the word "Mom" barely escaping his throat when Chi-Chi turned and smiled at him, a stray hair still clinging to her eye, her eyes curving into gentle crescents: "It's alright, Gohan."

"Like mother, like son!" the teacher, covered in bits of grass, suddenly shouted, jumping up. "No wonder the child is so wild; it turns out his mother is also a..."

"Shut up!" As Qiqi stepped over the windowsill with one foot, the strap of her apron fluttered in the wind.

When Qiqi lunged at the staggering figure, the arc of her hair fluttering up was just like Sun Wukong's stance before throwing a punch.

Qiqi leaned against the window, watching her mother chase after Teacher Zhou Sanle past the orange tree. Morning dew dripped from the leaves, shattering into a shimmering light behind her.

Son Gohan touched the scabbed wound on his forehead and suddenly laughed. It turned out that when his mother was angry, there were also little golden flames dancing in her eyes.

……

A deafening roar suddenly echoed through the courtyard of the Capsule Corporation as a spaceship riddled with craters burst through the clouds, crashing into a crater half a person deep.

Bulma's mother, holding a glass of juice, chuckled, "Oh ho ho~~ The thief who stole our spaceship has finally decided to come back~~"

When everyone arrived at the scene, the hatch had just clicked open.

Yamcha instantly assumed a fighting stance, only to see Vegeta, with his messy hair, step out of the hatch, his tail swishing impatiently: "Looks like Kakarot hasn't come back yet."

"You didn't encounter Sun Wukong?" Yamcha was taken aback, and his fist slowly loosened.

As Vegeta leaped off the spaceship, the soles of his boots crunched over the gravel. "I don't need to answer your question."

Bulma walked over, brandishing a wrench, and poked at the scorch mark on Vegeta's shoulder armor with her fingertip: "How did the Saiyan prince's uniform turn into a rag?"

Her dusty fingertips shimmered in the sunlight. As she turned, her blonde hair brushed against Vegeta's nose. "Looks like you need to take a shower first. Come with me."

As she passed Yamcha, she suddenly turned back and added, "Alright, the way you're behaving right now is very rude to me."

Vegeta stared at the sunlight dancing on the tips of her hair, his tail curling into an uneasy arc.

Just as he was about to utter a "tsk," he saw Bulma turn around and raise an eyebrow. In the end, he gritted his teeth and followed her, his boots tapping angrily on the stone pavement.

Yamcha kicked at the pebbles at his feet: "What's with this guy putting on airs..."

Poole twitched his ears: "What on earth is Vegeta up to?"

Bulma's mother chuckled as she carried the tea tray: "Here, have a cup of honey yuzu tea~"

……

Bulma, pinching her nose, tossed Vegeta's dirty clothes into the washing machine and called out to Vegeta, who was still steaming in the bathtub, "His change of clothes are on the shelf!"

After saying that, Bulma left. With the soft sound of the door closing, Vegeta stared at the steam rising from the ceiling, his tail tip unconsciously slapping against the pool wall.

"Kakarot..." Vegeta's fingertips traced the old scar on his palm, the whisper escaping his throat swallowed by the sound of water, "Don't die on some nameless planet, come back soon, let me witness the power of a Super Saiyan..."

Outside, Krillin rushed back and, upon hearing Yamcha's explanation, exclaimed in surprise, "What? Vegeta's back? I thought it was Goku who came back!"

Yamcha said, "He said he didn't encounter Sun Wukong."

Just then, the door opened, and Bulma came out, asking, "That Vegeta guy shouldn't be a threat to everyone, right?"

Yamcha shook his head: "I don't know."

Vegeta's voice came from the bathroom: "Hey! Woman! Earth woman! Answer me, where are you?"

Bulma turned around, put her hands on her hips, and yelled, "How rude! My name is Bulma!"

Vegeta's voice came again: "Woman of Earth, where are my clothes?"

Bulma rolled her eyes: "I already told you! I threw your rags in the washing machine."

Vegeta's roar pierced through the bathroom door: "Then what am I supposed to wear?!"

“Aren’t there new ones on the shelf?” Bulma kicked the washing machine.

"Can't even the Saiyan prince find his own clothes?"

Vegeta stared at the pink shirt in his hands, his knuckles turning white from the pressure: "I'm the Saiyan prince, and you actually want me to wear something like this?!"

Bulma's voice drifted through the door, tinged with mischievous glee: "Then why don't you just come out naked~"

"Damn it, how could there be such a despicable woman?!" Vegeta irritably gripped his shirt.

Outside, Klin and Yamcha's laughter nearly lifted the roof off.

Vegeta gritted his teeth, put on a pink shirt, and his footsteps pounded the floor as he pushed open the door.

The laughter suddenly caught in everyone's throats. Vegeta, wearing bright yellow shorts and a pink shirt with the buttons askew, was clenching his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "Damn it!"

"Hahahaha!" Bulma laughed so hard she bent over, pointing at the dangling hem of his shirt around his waist. "I didn't expect it to fit so well!"

Laughter erupted again, and Vegeta, his face flushed, yelled, "Shut up! Stop laughing! If you want to live, stop laughing!"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Bulma, a bright smile on her face and a sly glint in her eyes, stepped forward and said, "Since you have nowhere else to go, you might as well stay here."

Upon hearing this, Vegeta immediately turned his face away and snorted coldly through his nostrils, his expression seemingly saying, "I won't agree so easily," but the slightly reddened tips of his ears betrayed his guilty conscience.

Bulma wasn't about to give up. She shook the Capsule of Destiny, blinked, and continued to persuade him, "You don't have any money on you, do you? Leave it here, and you'll know as soon as Goku gets back~"

Vegeta's eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of his mouth pursed up as if he were weighing the pros and cons. Then he said in a low voice, "...Don't think I'll appreciate it. I'm just too lazy to find a place."