The pressure radiating from Vados's body instantly forced Trunks down onto one knee. The golden light surrounding him vanished, and he reverted from Super Saiyan form in an instant.
Even though the others weren't her direct targets, every single one of them felt suffocated—an invisible force pressing down on their lungs.
As for the ordinary human Bulma, she let out a muffled groan before her body went limp, collapsing softly into Kaito's arms. That little scene made Eighteen raise a brow in irritation.
Kaito's eyes flashed with gold. A far more terrifying aura burst out from him, clashing head-on with Vados's divine pressure. In that instant, every living being on Earth froze in place, overcome by a primal, soul-deep fear.
A low voice came from Kaito's mouth.
"Enough."
The moment the words left him, the overwhelming pressure Vados had been exuding faded like a receding tide. Tilting her head slightly, she looked at Kaito and asked,
"You know him well? You realize that crossing through time and space is a grave sin, don't you?"
Kaito glanced at Trunks, whose face had turned purple from the strain, and said evenly,
"Sin or not—that's just up to whatever you gods decide to call it, isn't it? Earth's my turf now.If you want to make a move, this isn't the place."
Vados blinked, a hint of amusement on her face.
"My, you really don't play by the rules, do you? If I remember right, there's already a god on Earth, isn't there? Does he know this planet belongs to you now?"
A bead of cold sweat slid down Piccolo's temple. He thought of the being on the Lookout who looked just like him and muttered silently to himself,
"Don't start… In front of these two, he wouldn't dare call himself a god…"
Kaito's hair stirred as divine energy rippled through him. His eyes narrowed.
"So, you're still planning to make a move?"
"Pfft!"
Vados suddenly laughed. Placing her hands behind her back, she said playfully,
"Why so tense? Since you've said so, I'll just pretend I didn't see anything. It's not like this is my universe anyway."
"Don't get me wrong," Kaito replied, his tone steady. "I'm not covering for him. But that pressure you unleashed just now made my people uncomfortable."
Vados paused, then followed his gaze toward Bulma. Her curiosity piqued, she asked,
"You mean her? Who is she to you? Is she what Earthlings call… a girlfriend?"
The moment those words fell, Bulma's face flushed crimson—from embarrassment.
Eighteen's face turned red too—but from rage.
Forget the whole "angel" thing—she couldn't hold back anymore.
"You've got to be kidding me! What nonsense are you spouting?! Kaito's girlfriend is me! Not her!"
Eighteen waved a tiny fist with one hand while the other clung tightly around Kaito's arm, loudly staking her claim.
Goku and the others stood there, silently eating melons—nobody dared say a word. Only Yamcha's expression looked… complicated.
He could've stepped forward like Eighteen and declared himself Bulma's boyfriend. But that right was long gone now.
Gohan tugged on Goku's sleeve, looking puzzled.
"Dad, which one's Kaito-san's girlfriend—Aunt Bulma or Eighteen?"
Unfortunately, this question fell squarely into Goku's area of total ignorance. He scratched his head, clearly lost for words.
Krillin, however, had that smug, seen-it-all look on his face. Patting Gohan on the head, he said with a sage-like air,
"Gohan, you're still too young to get it. But take it from your Krillin-san—both of them are!"
"Nani? But Dad only has Mom as his girlfriend!"
"You dummy, that's called a wife! A man can only have one wife. Your dad's not a king, you know!"
"Oh… so that's how it works…"
Gohan nodded, half-understanding. Goku frowned and smacked Krillin's shiny head with a loud smack.
"Hey! What was that for?!" Krillin yelped, rubbing his head.
"I dunno," Goku admitted. "I just felt like hitting you!"
He didn't understand the situation, but fatherly instinct told him Krillin was leading Gohan down a bad path.
Vegeta snorted, arms crossed. To him, this kind of issue was laughably simple. Among Saiyans, except for a few outliers, women were rarely more than tools for reproduction.
The stronger the warrior, the more women he naturally controlled. So, in his eyes, even if Kaito really did have both Bulma and Eighteen, there was nothing strange about it.
What Vegeta didn't know was that, in another timeline, he'd become a full-blown wife-protecting maniac—someone who'd fight a God of Destruction for a woman.
But in this timeline, that evolution seemed very unlikely. Even if it did happen, it definitely wouldn't be for Bulma. (Reassuring thought, huh?)
Vados didn't overthink it. Realizing it was her misunderstanding, she said politely,
"Ah, my apologies then. Please don't take it to heart."
Eighteen, not one to be unreasonable, huffed coldly and turned her head away, letting it go.
Trunks slowly stood up. Even though he'd been raised by the future Bulma alone, he'd been taught well—he understood gratitude and respect.
Kaito had clearly saved him just now, and thinking back to how rudely he'd spoken earlier, Trunks felt deeply ashamed. He bowed low, his voice sincere.
"Thank you so much for saving me. I apologize for my earlier words. Please forgive me!"
Kaito actually had a good impression of Future Trunks. Seeing the young man's genuine humility, he didn't make things difficult. Instead, he gestured for him to rise.
"Alright. I know a bit about your situation. I can understand why you acted that way. Just wait here for now."
Trunks nodded obediently. In front of Kaito and Vados, even a Super Saiyan had zero standing.
Kaito turned back to Vados, his tone calm.
"Anything else? Aren't you supposed to be minding the Sixth Universe?"
Vados shook her head, her long white ponytail swaying gracefully from side to side—so much that Kaito couldn't help but glance at it again.
It was the first time he'd ever seen hair that long and white tied up like that. A ridiculous thought crossed his mind—
Wouldn't tying it that tight mess up her hairline?
Of course, Vados could never imagine he was internally roasting her like that. She blinked a few times, then said,
"Not really. I just have… one small request."
"A request? Even an angel has things she can't handle? Let's hear it."
"Well…" she tapped her chin thoughtfully, then smiled.
"Can I visit your home for a bit? I only know you here, after all, and you do know how far I came to get here. That's not too much to ask, right?"