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Chapter 34 Searg for the Dragon Balls
Late night, at Bulma's house...
"Cyrus, e to my room for a moment," Bulma called out as Cyrus stepped out of the bathroom.
"Okay."
After quickly drying his hair, Cyrus walked into Bulma’s room.
Still in his bathrobe from the shower, Cyrus’s toned muscles were faintly visible, which made Bulma’s heart race a little faster.
"Bulma, what's wrong?" Cyrus asked, notig her flushed face.
"No, nothing, haha ??......"
Snapping back to her senses, Bulma quickly ughed to cover her embarrassment.
Remembering the reason she had called Cyrus over, she skipped to the table, pulled something from the drawer, and hid it behind mysteriously before running ba.
“Dangdangdang…”
"Cyrus, guess what this is?" Bulma said, her voice filled with excitement as she presented her hidden object like a treasured prize.
It looked like a pocket watch, but the moment Cyrus saw it, he reized it immediately.
"Dragon Ball Radar!"
"Correswer!"
Bulma hahe Dragon Ball Radar to Cyrus, and he gazed at it with surprise.
When he pressed the switch, a blinking light appeared on the radar s. Without needing to ask, it was clear that it ig up the three-star ball on Wukong’s body.
Cyrus couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. With this Dragon Ball Radar in hand, he could now track down all seven Dragon Balls!
"Thank you, Bulma," Cyrus said sincerely as he carefully put the radar away.
"Hehe, just wait," Bulma replied, a hint of pride in her voice. "Give me a bit more time, and I’ll make one eveer than this."
She tilted her head slightly, her expression smug.
The Dragon Ball Radar Bulma had made for Cyrus was capable of log Dragon Balls within a few kilometers. It wasn't as precise as the one she eventually created in the inal Dragon Ball, but sidering Bulma was only 10 years old, it was an impressive creation. And for now, it was more than enough for Cyrus’s needs.
"Bulma, you've done so much to help me this time. Is there anything I do for you iurn? Anything you need, just say the word. If I do it, I will."
Cyrus didn’t want to take advantage of Bulma’s kindness without something iurn.
"No, it’s just a small thing," Bulma replied, trying to downpy it.
"Really? If you don’t mind, I’ll be on my way."
Cyrus gave her a pyful half-smile, while Bulma hesitated, clearly unfortable.
"A little bit... just a little bit..." she stammered, her face turning pink as she tried to gather her thoughts.
"K...Kiss...Cyrus kisses me..."
"Ouch... How embarrassing!"
Bulma covered her face, looking utterly embarrassed.
Cyrus, still processing her words, was taken aback.
She really wants me to kiss her?
As a genius, Bulma was far more knowledgeable than most kids her age. Her curiosity about the opposite sex and the affe she felt for Cyrus made it clear why she’d ask such a thing.
Of course, this wasn’t a difficult request for Cyrus, but—
"Bulma," he said, his gaze steady, "if you kiss me, you only be my girlfriend when you're older, and you won’t be allowed to date anyone else. Are you sure you want to do this?"
He locked eyes with her, awaiting her response.
"If I kiss you, then I only be yirlfriend?" Bulma asked, her voice filled with uainty.
Cyrus nodded, his tone serious. "Ah, I don't like the girl I kiss to be ied in other boys."
Though his words seemed a bit domineering, two little red hearts appeared in Bulma's eyes. Somehow, this bold side of Cyrus only made him look even more handsome to her.
"I—I’m willing to be Cyrus's girlfriend..." Bulma said shyly, her cheeks turning pink.
In that moment, she had already started seeing Cyrus as her prince charming, and she had no iion of dating any other boys iure.
Now that Bulma had made her feelings clear, Cyrus had no reason to hesitate.
If Bulma wahe kiss, he would give it to her.
"Bulma, I’m going to start," Cyrus said softly.
"Um..." Bulma closed her eyes, her heart rag.
With a deep breath, Cyrus leaned in and kissed her on the lips.
Even though he had lived two lives and was used to making bold decisions, this was the first time Cyrus had ever kissed a girl like this. There was a nervous flutter in his chest, but more than that, he felt an undeniable excitement and thrill he hadn’t expected.
And now that it has been done, Cyrus has no iion of just toug it lightly and then being doh it.
Cyrus broke through Bulma's defense aered the girl's mouth. Bulma, whose mind had long been bnk, let Cyrus do what he wanted. Suddenly, a humming sound echoed in the room. Their tongues kept entangled until they finally separated after a long time.
"Ha ha……"
"Bulma, this is OK."
Breathing heavily, both of their faces turned red, and then Cyrus asked.
"One more time..."
With a dazed look in her eyes, Bulma said.
This girl seems to be a little addicted. But not to mention Bulma, Cyrus is not much better.
Some things, once you try them, you'll be addicted!
Since Bulma wants to do it agai's do it again!
Holding Bulma's face, Cyrus kissed her again.
After a long time, Cyrus walked out of Bulma's room with the Dragon Ball Radar, while Bulma sat on the ground bnkly, occasionally letting out two silly ughs...
The day—
"Bulma, Taisi, Aunt Brief, Uncle Brief, thank you for lettiay here these past few days," Cyrus said, now dressed in the martial arts uniform he'd worn for training. His palm-leaf fans were ly tied behind him, ready for their departure.
"Little Cyrus, it’s okay for you to live here forever," Mrs. Brief responded warmly, a friendly smile.
Bulma, still a little shy from the previous evening, g Cyrus with a soft smile, but she didn't say anything. It was clear that the time they had spent together had created a boween them, ohat her of them would easily fet.
"Thanks again for everything," Cyrus said with a final nod to the Brief family.
With that, he and Wukong prepared to leave, their journey ahead still full of unknowns, but with the fort of knowing they'd always have a pce to return to.
"I'm sorry, Bulma, but Wukong and I have to go collect the Dragon Balls, aill o tinue our training," Cyrus said gently, stroking Bulma's forehead.
"But with the Dragon Ball Radar I made, you collect all the Dragon Balls in just a few clicks!" Bulma responded, her voice filled with . "And as for training, you and Wukong are already so powerful! Why do you o keep training?"
Bulma was struggling to accept that Cyrus was leaving just after they had firmed their bond. She couldn’t help but feel a little desperate.
Cyrus smiled softly, his expression serious. "Bulma, although Wukong and I may seem powerful to you, the world is much bigger than you imagihere are people out there who are even strohan we are. To protect this phe people I care about, and... to protect you, I o bee stronger."
He paused for a moment, his tone softening. "Bulma, you should do your best too. I’ll e back to see you again on your sixteenth birthday."
Bulma's eyes widened in uanding. She had never seen this side of Cyrus before — his dedication to proteg those he cared about. Her heart ached with admiration.
"I uand, Cyrus," she said, her voice steady despite the tears f in her eyes. "I will work hard and grow strooo!"
The determination in her voice was clear, and for a moment, Cyrus smiled.
"Good," he said with a chuckle, though a part of him couldn't help but ugh inwardly. Growing up wasn’t something you could just do on and, but he appreciated her resolve.
With a final g Bulma, Tais, and Mrs. Brief, he turo Wukong, and they summoheir respective clouds — the Bck Cloud and the Somersault Cloud.
"Goodbye, Bulma, Tais, everyone!" Cyrus called out, his voice filled with warmth.
"Goodbye, Cyrus, Wukong! Remember to e back to visit us!" Bulma waved, her eyes sparkling with determination.
With that, the two friends flew off into the sky, leaving behind a trail of fond farewells, as Bulma's family watched them disappear into the distance.
To be tinued…
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