This is Absolutely Not Dragon Ball

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Chapter 34 Searching for the Dragon Balls

Late night, at Bulma's house...

"Cyrus, come 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, noticing her flushed face.

"No, nothing, haha ​​..."

Snapping back to her senses, Bulma quickly laughed 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 back to him.

"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 recognized it immediately.

"Dragon Ball Radar!"

"Correct answer!"

Bulma handed the Dragon Ball Radar to Cyrus, and he gazed at it with surprise.

When he pressed the switch, a blinking light appeared on the radar screen. Without needing to ask, it was clear that it was picking 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 even better than this."

She tilted her head slightly, her expression smug.

The Dragon Ball Radar Bulma had made for Cyrus was capable of locating Dragon Balls within a few kilometers. It wasn't as precise as the one she eventually created in the original Dragon Ball, but considering 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 can do for you in return? Anything you need, just say the word. If I can do it, I will."

Cyrus didn't want to take advantage of Bulma's kindness without offering something in return.

"No, it's just a small thing," Bulma replied, trying to downplay it.

"Really? If you don't mind, I'll be on my way."

Cyrus gave her a playful half-smile, while Bulma hesitated, clearly uncomfortable.

"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 affection 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 can 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 can only be your girlfriend?" Bulma asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.

Cyrus nodded, his tone serious. "Ah, I don't like the girl I kiss to be interested 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 intention of dating any other boys in the future.

Now that Bulma had made her feelings clear, Cyrus had no reason to hesitate.

If Bulma wanted the kiss, he would give it to her.

"Bulma, I'm going to start," Cyrus said softly.

"Um..." Bulma closed her eyes, her heart racing.

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 intention of just touching it lightly and then being done with it.

Cyrus broke through Bulma's defense and entered the girl's mouth. Bulma, whose mind had long been blank, 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 again, let'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 blankly, occasionally letting out two silly laughs...

The next day—

"Bulma, Taisi, Aunt Brief, Uncle Brief, thank you for letting me stay here these past few days," Cyrus said, now dressed in the martial arts uniform he'd worn for training. His palm-leaf fans were neatly tied behind him, ready for their departure.

"Little Cyrus, it's okay for you to live here forever," Mrs. Brief responded warmly, offering a friendly smile.

Bulma, still a little shy from the previous evening, glanced at Cyrus with a soft smile, but she didn't say anything. It was clear that the time they had spent together had created a bond between them, one that neither of them would easily forget.

"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 comfort of knowing they'd always have a place to return to.

"I'm sorry, Bulma, but Wukong and I have to go collect the Dragon Balls, and we still need to continue our training," Cyrus said gently, stroking Bulma's forehead.

"But with the Dragon Ball Radar I made, you can collect all the Dragon Balls in just a few clicks!" Bulma responded, her voice filled with concern. "And as for training, you and Wukong are already so powerful! Why do you need to keep training?"

Bulma was struggling to accept that Cyrus was leaving just after they had confirmed 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 can imagine. There are people out there who are even stronger than we are. To protect this planet, the people I care about, and... to protect you, I need to become stronger."

He paused for a moment, his tone softening. "Bulma, you should do your best too. I'll come back to see you again on your sixteenth birthday."

Bulma's eyes widened in understanding. She had never seen this side of Cyrus before — his dedication to protecting those he cared about. Her heart ached with admiration.

"I understand, Cyrus," she said, her voice steady despite the tears forming in her eyes. "I will work hard and grow stronger too!"

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 laugh inwardly. Growing up wasn't something you could just do on command, but he appreciated her resolve.

With a final glance at Bulma, Tais, and Mrs. Brief, he turned to Wukong, and they summoned their respective clouds — the Black Cloud and the Somersault Cloud.

"Goodbye, Bulma, Tais, everyone!" Cyrus called out, his voice filled with warmth.

"Goodbye, Cyrus, Wukong! Remember to come 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 continued…

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