Chapter 155: Atheist Hiratsuka Shizuka
"Yes… a sister with no blood relation…"
Franklin had just begun to continue when Hiratsuka Shizuka raised a hand to stop him.
"Are you trying to use pity on me? Let me tell you—that doesn't work on me. Right now the priority is correcting your twisted personality so you can have a proper future. If you have nothing else to add, I'm about to start."
Watching her crack her knuckles, ready to teach him a lesson, Franklin quickly held out a hand to stop her.
"I'm not finished. At least wait until I'm done talking before you decide whether to hit me."
Hiratsuka gave a faint smile. "Fine, continue. We're not at school, so you're not escaping this beating. And don't think your chunibyo lines from yesterday will scare me.
I've never believed in anything supernatural in my entire life. Your little girlfriend's performance did shock me a bit, but that must've been some kind of trick.
Once I finish teaching you a lesson, I'll give all these clueless girls beside you a proper lecture too. Honestly—why would they willingly fall for someone like you?"
Bulma, who had been enjoying the show, suddenly found herself pulled in. Being lumped in as a clueless chuunibyou girl made her bristle, but Momo quickly dragged her back into the fitting room and pulled the curtain shut.
"So your little girlfriend has quite the temper. Planning to help you gang up on me?"
Kotegawa Yui covered her face with one hand.
No matter how she looked at it, she couldn't believe any of this—and now the new teacher was doubling down in front of the people involved. Truly impressive.
"No, Shizuka-sensei, don't mind her. She's actually very mild-tempered. She just wants to prove she wasn't lying.
Anyway, I'll get to the point—
The girl who looks like Lala is her sister, Momo. She has a twin sister, Nana. She was here earlier but ran off somewhere.
We're just here to buy clothes. It's not what you think, Shizuka-sensei…"
Seeing the teacher's sharp glare, Franklin cleared his throat and continued with a smile, "But I know that isn't what made you misunderstand me.
The real issue—the thing that threw you off at first—should be Ikaros. She's the one who made your misunderstanding so deep."
At that moment, the curtain opened again. Ikaros stepped out quietly and came to Franklin's side.
"Master, did I cause another misunderstanding for you?"
Seeing her bewildered, helpless expression, Franklin gently ruffled her hair.
"Don't think too much. Ikaros, you're very important to me. Other people's misunderstandings don't matter. As long as I've always liked you, that's enough."
Hiratsuka clicked her tongue. "Scumbag. Saying sappy lies like that to trick girls."
Franklin didn't argue. Instead, he smiled at Ikaros. "Can I ask you a favor, Ikaros?"
"Master may issue any command at any time."
"Take off your jacket, please."
This time, Hiratsuka immediately snapped. She lunged forward and grabbed Franklin by the collar.
"What are you doing? Showing off your training methods?"
Franklin raised both hands. "Shizuka-sensei, you're too impatient. Ikaros—restore your wings to normal size."
The moment Franklin gave the order, Ikaros' compact wings instantly expanded outward.
Hiratsuka froze on the spot.
"That… is that an angel?"
Not only she—Kotegawa Yui and even a few store employees stared in shock.
"An angel…"
The hand gripping Franklin's collar slowly loosened.
"So what are you trying to prove? Don't tell me she's an angel and you've somehow trained an angel?"
Franklin shook his head. "It's complicated. Ikaros is an artificial angel. The collar isn't something I put on her—it's an authentication system.
It binds her to a designated master. I just happen to be that master in name. But I guarantee she's free with me."
"You're telling me a story now? I don't believe it. This is probably another magic trick. Is this fun for you?
You think fooling girls into orbiting around you with these stunts makes you impressive? No, it's low. Looks like correcting your personality will take a long time."
Franklin sighed. "Shizuka-sensei—this is magic, that is magic… what isn't magic to you?"
As soon as he said that, Lala ran out of the fitting room.
"Lin! Dad wants us. Something happened—apparently a Saiyan arrived on Earth!"
Behind her, Bulma, Momo, and Mikan walked out too.
"Since Shizuka-sensei doesn't believe it, she can come see for herself."
After helping Ikaros pay for her clothes, Bulma swung her arm and bought several racks of outfits, underwear, and even lingerie suitable for the girls—all delivered straight to their home.
At checkout, the long string of digits on Bulma's card balance made Hiratsuka's eyes widen.
"Wait… Bulma, you're this rich? Then why do you like Franklin? What are you after?"
Seeing her shocked face, Bulma gave a faint smile. "You wouldn't believe anything we said. But now that you've seen the balance, you believe that? Teacher, you're surprisingly materialistic."
"Bulma, don't be rude. A teacher is still a teacher. Show proper manners."
Bulma pouted slightly. "Sorry, Shizuka-sensei. I shouldn't have said that."
The group stepped out onto the street. Nana finally ran out from the store.
The next moment, a white light enveloped everyone.
Hiratsuka and Kotegawa Yui were instantly engulfed and transported along with the group—straight onto the Deviluke royal flagship.
"Mhm, a few extra people… but no problem. Young master-in-law, a lower-class Saiyan warrior named Raditz just landed in the heart of one of Earth's allied nations.
He's currently heading toward your friend Son Goku. Based on the system's analysis, the two share a common bloodline. They're likely brothers. What are your orders?"
Franklin rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Send us to Goku. I have a plan. His brother Raditz may have to be sacrificed—so I need to discuss it with him first."
"Understood. Preparing the transport. Wishing young master-in-law victory in battle."
Franklin waved dismissively. "It's just a small fry. His battle power is barely one or two thousand—I can crush him with one hand.
This time I'm mainly bringing these two to see the world a bit, and maybe bully a weakling or two.
Oh—how's Father-in-law? Lala should've sent him all that information."
"His Majesty… apologies, young master-in-law. I'm the captain of the royal guard. Reporting on His Majesty is beyond my authority."
"Right, right. My bad. Alright, start the transport. I'm really curious—just how far can the Saiyan near-death recovery boost go?"