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After breakfast, Broly drove the four girls to the biggest mall in West City.
Originally, he'd planned to take them out for some fun—catch a movie, relax a bit, deepen the bond.Unfortunately... the moment the five of them stepped inside the mall, everything went completely off-script.
The four girls were suddenly wired like they'd just injected pure caffeine straight into their veins—charged up, unstoppable.
Click-clack, click-clack—heels stabbing the floor like machine-gun fire—they practically flew into the first women's boutique they saw. In seconds, they were holding up clothes to themselves, one after another, constantly asking:
"Hubby, does this look good on me?""Hubby, does this dress match my style?""Hubby—"
Broly felt a terrible premonition. He instantly regretted ever suggesting this whole "let's go out and relax" idea. Damn it… shopping is fine, whatever, but why do they have to drag him in as their personal fashion consultant? Every outfit they try, he has to judge like some top-level designer—and the worst part? After burning through half his brain cells giving comments, THEY DON'T EVEN BUY ANYTHING.
They wandered through store after store, boutique after boutique, outfit after outfit, fitting room after fitting room. That was Broly's morning in a nutshell.
And most of the time, they refused to buy anything because:"Hubby doesn't like it," or"Hubby thinks it doesn't suit me,"with an occasional "It's too expensive."
Broly watched the young salesgirls enthusiastically recommend clothes non-stop, their smiles slowly dying when nothing got bought. Feeling a bit guilty, he tried to nudge Bulma and the others into getting something—after all, money wasn't exactly a problem for them.
But the four girls turned around and GLARED at him with eyes full of murder.
Broly froze. Oh. Oh no. He knew that look. They were 100% jealous of the salesgirl.
And sure enough, as soon as they stepped out of the boutique, the interrogation began:
"Hubby, who's prettier? Us, or that salesgirl?""You don't secretly like her, do you?"
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He somehow managed to talk his way out of that, then followed them—step by step, heart full of fragile hope—to the next store.
By noon, Broly honestly couldn't understand it. These same girls get tired just walking from the living room to the kitchen at night, acting like they're dying…But when it comes to shopping? They're like mountain-moving superhumans, walking nonstop for hours without even breathing hard. Even Broly—someone with a power level nearing a million—felt humbled.
Finally, lunchtime arrived, and Broly could rest for a little while. At that moment, he would've chosen fighting ten strong enemies over going shopping again.
After relentless begging on Broly's part, they rested for two whole hours. But then the afternoon battle began.
At first, Broly forced a smile. But gradually—maybe he was imagining it—his feet started aching, his legs turned soft… and soon, anything that vaguely looked like a chair became a precious treasure he plopped down on instantly.
The girls kept trying clothes without buying anything. Eventually, Broly couldn't help complaining:
"I really don't get it. We literally have enough money to buy dozens of malls. Why do you keep trying stuff but never buy anything?"
The second he said it, he regretted everything.He wanted to slap himself—TWICE.
Bulma and the others also realized he had a point… and from then on, every time they entered or left a store, they piled bag after bag of pretty-but-useless stuff onto Broly until he looked like a human coat rack.
Being a man was suffering.
"Hubby," Maron said in her sweet, syrupy voice that could melt bones, holding out a half-eaten chicken wing, "I'm still dieting. I can't finish this. Can you eat it for me? C'mon, say 'ahh'!"
"Maron, sweetheart, you go ahead and eat slowly. I really can't take another bite… good girl, Maron is always so well-behaved," Broly coaxed, clutching his overstuffed stomach.
"Nooo, hubby has to eat it for me! Waaah… I get it. You just don't want to eat something I already bit!"She puffed up her glossy little lips, looking ready to cry—after seeing him eat food from the other three but not hers.
Broly felt his mouth twitch. Here we go again.Bulma, Launch, Tights—they were all like this. And now even sweet, considerate Maron had been corrupted by them. His mouth and stomach had been working nonstop all afternoon—even a Saiyan stomach had limits!
Time crawled by, every second torture.Finally… FINALLY… they were heading home.If they didn't go back now, he was going to collapse.
The moment he got into the car, Broly slumped against the seat, with only one thought left in his mind:
I swear, I am never going shopping with women ever again. One woman is already painful enough. Four at once… gods have mercy.
Women's shopping stamina transcended age, nationality, everything.He truly didn't understand how some men could go accompany women shopping every few days.Those men—absolute heroes. Legends. Saints.
Just as Broly and the girls were loading the mountains of bags, accessories, and god-knows-what into the car, a voice called out, making Broly frown slightly.
"Hey, Maron! Long time no see! I thought I recognized you from far away, and wow, it really is you! I almost thought my eyes were playing tricks on me!"
Right as he said that, a convertible sports car screeched to a stop in front of them with a flashy drift.
Broly looked up at the newcomer and almost blurted out "WTF!"Black suit, blond slicked-back hair, black sunglasses, clean-shaven.
This guy looked EXACTLY like the World Martial Arts Tournament announcer. Broly almost asked if they were long-lost family.
"Uh… and these folks are…? I'm Salza. Nice to meet you all!"The newcomer had only noticed Maron at first. It wasn't until now that he realized she wasn't alone—she had one man and three other women with her.
Seeing three other beauties just as gorgeous as Maron, Salza's eyes practically caught fire.
He'd been chasing Maron nonstop before, thinking she was already top-tier. He only stopped when he heard she'd run away from home.
But now? Now he'd hit the jackpot. He saw Maron, abandoned his date immediately, and rushed over—only to discover THREE additional goddesses.
If he could take all of them down… heheheh.
As for Broly? Salza dismissed him entirely.
But just as Salza was sinking deep into his fantasies, getting bolder with his intentions, Broly's hair slowly began to rise… and his eyes narrowed.
The four girls knew that look very well.Broly was really angry.
"....."