After the Grand Priest had summoned the angels of every universe and instructed them to prepare for the Tournament of Power proposed by Lord Zeno...
Back on Earth, all the warriors who were set to participate in this tournament had been packed up and brought by Whitley to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber to train.
After all, this place could be considered the most perfect training ground in all of Earth!
In the magical space of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, time flowed at an astonishing rate, like a myth from a storybook.
The environment here was a harsh, endless expanse of pure white!
There was no normal food here, only fresh water and flour.
The atmosphere was extremely thin, and the gravity was 10 times that of Earth.
And at this moment, Cell felt like he was about to die.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
Cell was collapsed on the ground, panting heavily. Sweat had soaked the uniform he hadn't changed out of, and his green skin was covered in dust. He looked utterly pathetic.
Recalling his experiences during this period, Cell felt it was a nightmare he couldn't bear to look back on.
It had started with special training on the Yunzabit Highlands.
At that time, the daily task Whitley had set for him was "only" ten thousand push-ups, ten thousand punches, and ten thousand full-power kicks each day.
Even then, Cell had already found this training regimen to be torturous.
It was a form of cruelty that bastard boss Whitley had come up with specifically to exploit his employees!
He had no game consoles, no delicious food. He could only sleep squeezed into a cold sleeping bag in a tattered tent that could be blown away by the cold wind at any moment!
What was most infuriating was that Cell had clearly seen Whitley pull out a whole box of capsules from his pocket! It contained all sorts of living supplies, even luxury villas!
And the result? What did that fox-like smiling boss say?
"In order to maximize your potential and allow you to become stronger faster and better! From today on, you must obtain all your living supplies—including food, water, and even a change of clothes—on your own."
Whitley had smiled as he scanned them, and casually threw out an even crueler rule. "And, you are forbidden from using 'ki' to assist you at any time~ Violators... hehe."
At that moment, Cell could almost hear the sound of his wonderful vacation completely shattering.
For him, the end of the world had truly arrived!
They had struggled to survive on that godforsaken ice field for a whole week!
Apart from completing that insane training, all their remaining time and energy had to be spent searching the vast ice field for the pitifully few supplies that Whitley had hidden.
That demon boss didn't even give them any hints, calling it "training your intuition and survival instincts," leaving them to rely entirely on their own vague "feelings" to guess!
Cell had already cursed Whitley ten million times in his heart, all sorts of vicious curses taking their turn.
He swore that one day, when he was strong enough, he would definitely make Whitley experience this "hell-level" treatment as well!
No! It had to be doubled!
However, when he was grabbed by the scruff of the neck by Whitley and thrown into this godforsaken place called the "Hyperbolic Time Chamber," he discovered with despair—
That the days on the ice field could actually be called "heaven"!
This place was the real hell!
An endless space, an environment so monotonous it was maddening, air so heavy it was suffocating, and time that seemed to be stretched to infinity!
A year in here was only a day outside! This meant that his pain and torment were magnified 365 times!
"Cell! Stop slacking off! Get moving!"
A steady voice interrupted Cell's melancholic thoughts.
No. 16 stood before him like an iron tower, his face still wearing that eternally serious expression.
He looked down at the puddle of mud that was Cell, the light in his eyes flickering slightly. "You must complete all of today's training. Otherwise, according to the rules, not only you, but both of us will be strung up and beaten by Whitley!"
For some reason, upon seeing Cell's listless and unmotivated appearance... No. 16 felt a slight blockage in his power core, or rather... in a part that was something like a "heart."
This unfamiliar feeling... is this what the database records as "sadness"?
No. 16 silently analyzed this new emotional change within himself.
But Cell just lay on the ground, his face buried in his arms, without a sound. Only his heaving chest proved that he was still alive.
After a long while, as if he had used all his strength, he struggled to get up from the ground.
He looked down at his filthy body, covered in sweat and dust, and a great sense of grievance inexplicably welled up in his heart.
To think that he, the great Lord Cell, Dr. Gero's most outstanding creation, a being destined to surpass all and become perfect, had now fallen to such a state!
But... what else could he do?
Resist?
Forget about that unfathomable, perverted boss Whitley. Even this expressionless giant, No. 16, was completely beyond his current strength.
Every time they sparred, he was easily taken down, completely unable to fight back.
Escape?
The thought had just appeared before Cell himself extinguished it.
Whitley's god-like Instant Transmission and the terrifying energy he could conjure at will left no room in his heart for any illusions.
"Train! Train hard, Cell! You can do it!"
Cell silently cheered himself on, trying to reignite that pitiful spark of fighting spirit.
"When I get stronger, everything will be better! Then I can fight for a vacation! I can go to work when I want to! And when I don't, I can play games freely! For the games! For freedom! For the right to openly slack off and take a vacation... I'll give it my all!!!"
"Ah.... HAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Cell suddenly let out a huge roar to the sky, as if to shout out all his grievances and unwillingness.
A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. The Saiyan fighting genes within him seemed to have been activated. All the power in his body erupted in an instant, and he charged fiercely at No. 16!
No. 16's eyes moved slightly, and he raised an arm to easily block Cell's seemingly ferocious attack.
He could feel that the power and speed of Cell's attack had significantly improved compared to when he was lying on the ground!
He looked at Cell, whose face was gradually turning angry, his attacks growing heavier with each punch!
Although he couldn't fully understand this mechanism of power bursts driven by emotion, he felt an indescribable... sense of gratification deep in his core.
He nodded very humanly, his voice even seeming to soften. "That's it. Your attacks have gotten stronger, Cell."
"Hmph! Isn't that a matter of course!"
Hearing this, Cell, while continuing his attack, even had the energy to let out a tsundere-like snort, his small green face trying hard to look fierce. "I am the perfect being, Lord Cell! How could I be suppressed by a big guy like you forever!"
As he spoke, Cell's attacks became even swifter and more coherent, even incorporating some cunning variations he hadn't used before.
No. 16 began to respond more seriously.
He soon discovered something that surprised him even more:
After Cell's motivation and emotions were aroused, his combat ability had not just improved a little! It had jumped a whole level! It was even putting considerable pressure on him!
And, Cell's power and speed seemed to continue to climb with the fluctuations of his emotions?!
This discovery made No. 16 feel a little incredulous.
His database ran frantically, but he could not come to a reasonable explanation.
"Is this the potential contained within the Saiyan cells that Dr. Gero went to such lengths to obtain?"
No. 16 pondered as he blocked and countered. "To think that there really exists a life form that does not completely follow the law of conservation of energy... it's incredible."
As he thought, he subconsciously increased the force and speed of his attacks on Cell, trying to further test Cell's current limits.
"At this rate, it will probably only be a matter of days before Cell's power completely surpasses mine."
This conclusion made No. 16's movements falter for half a beat.
An even clearer and more distinct emotion of "sadness" welled up in his heart.
After Cell gets stronger... he won't need my protection and supervision anymore, right? Will he hate me, think I'm a useless burden?
This sudden and very human worry made the usually meticulous No. 16 have a momentary lapse in concentration.
And in battle, the situation can change in an instant!
"An opening!"
Cell's eyes lit up! "Hah!"
He seized this once-in-a-lifetime lapse from No. 16 and forcefully knocked aside his blocking arm!
Then, taking advantage of the opening, he delivered a fierce knee strike straight to No. 16's chest!
No. 16 was instantly startled!
By the time he felt the power contained in Cell's attack, it was already too late to dodge!
He immediately crossed his arms over his chest, preparing to endure the blow with his own physique.
"Haha! No. 16! You fell for it!!!"
However, Cell's seemingly full-power knee strike was a feint!
He pushed off No. 16's broad shoulders with both hands, nimbly retracted his attack in an instant, and, with another light front flip, he strangely appeared behind No. 16!
No. 16 was completely unprepared, his back wide open!
"Got him!"
Cell was ecstatic and, without mercy, kicked out, his foot landing squarely on No. 16's back!
"Thump!"
A dull sound came from No. 16's back.
The force of this kick was actually not great. For the incredibly durable No. 16, it was merely like being pushed lightly, feeling only a slight vibration and almost negligible pain.
But in Cell's eyes, this was a huge victory!
In their countless previous spars, he had been easily taken down by No. 16 like an adult hitting a child, completely unable to fight back.
But this time! He had actually successfully tricked No. 16 and landed an effective blow!
Even if the blow caused no damage, it was enough to excite him!
Just as Cell was overjoyed by this small "victory" and even a little smug, No. 16 had already stabilized himself.
He slowly turned around, his face seemingly even more serious than usual, and walked towards Cell step by step with a slightly heavy gait.
"No. 16..."
Cell looked at the grim-faced No. 16 approaching, and the little bit of smugness he had just felt instantly vanished, replaced by a hint of nervousness and bewilderment.
He thought his sneak attack had angered No. 16 and was about to subconsciously apologize. "I'm sor..."
However, to his utter surprise, after No. 16 walked up to him, he did not scold him as he had imagined, but slowly raised his massive palm.
Just as Cell closed his eyes in nervousness, preparing to receive his "tough love," the palm landed on his smooth green head very gently, with a clumsy warmth, and stroked it twice.
"Huh?"
Cell opened his eyes in surprise, his eyes filled with confusion. "Wh-what's wrong, No. 16?"
The corners of No. 16's perpetually ice-cold face twitched slightly, unaccustomed to the movement.
Then, under Cell's astonished gaze, the cold corners of his mouth slowly, little by little, curved upwards, finally blooming into a smile that, although slightly stiff, was incredibly clear and filled with a gentle warmth.
"You've grown, Cell," No. 16's voice was still steady, but it seemed to have an extra hint of imperceptible gratification.
Cell's body stiffened, and a faint electric current seemed to strike deep inside him.
He looked at this big guy in front of him, who never smiled and whom he had secretly called an "iron block," who had actually... smiled because of his little bit of progress?
And... praised him for growing?
At this moment, Cell's heart felt as if it were instantly filled with a strange and scorching emotion.
He didn't know what this feeling was called, nor did he understand what this sudden rush of heat was. He could only follow his body's most primitive instinct—
He suddenly lunged forward, wrapped his arms tightly around No. 16's hard waist, and buried his small face deep in his chest.
No. 16 was stunned for a moment by Cell's sudden embrace, his cold body seeming to freeze for an instant.
But he quickly reacted. His mechanical hands, which had been designed only for battle, hesitated for a moment, then very carefully raised up and gently patted Cell's back.
The movement was still a bit stiff, but it was filled with an indescribable warmth.
"Thank you, No. 16."
Cell buried his face in No. 16's chest.
His voice was muffled and carried a hint of an imperceptible choke.
...
While Cell and No. 16 were enjoying this hard-won moment of warmth in a corner of this space.
In another, extremely distant part of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, a completely different scene was unfolding.
"Cough... damn it!"
Frieza was slammed into the ground by a heavy punch, kicking up a cloud of white dust.
He struggled to get up.
But a foot mercilessly stomped on his back, pressing him back to the ground.
Vegeta crossed his arms and looked down at Frieza under his foot, his face filled with glee and undisguised contempt.
"Frieza, where's your arrogance from just now? Hmm?"
Vegeta's voice was cold and full of mockery. "Aren't you the emperor of the universe? Didn't you boast about killing all the Saiyans? Oh, mighty emperor of the universe, why can't you even take a normal punch from this 'wild monkey' now?"
He ground his foot down slightly, as if crushing an annoying insect. "To think that I once feared a piece of trash like you, and even worked for you... it's a disgrace I can never wash away! How embarrassing!!!"
Frieza listened to Vegeta's insulting words, feeling the pressure and humiliation from the foot on his back. An extremely venomous and hateful light burst from his purple eyes!
An utter humiliation! This was an utter humiliation!
To think that he, Frieza, had ruled the universe for decades, dominating the entire North Galaxy, with countless armies under his command. When had he ever suffered such a humiliation?!
And what's more, the one humiliating him was a lowly Saiyan wild monkey in his eyes! A pawn, Vegeta, whom he could have crushed with a wave of his hand in the past!
"I... will never forgive you! VEGETA!!!!"
The extreme anger and humiliation seemed to have flipped a dormant switch inside Frieza!
An unprecedentedly violent aura, without any warning, erupted from the depths of his body!
"BOOM—!!!!!"
A golden light instantly engulfed Frieza's form. The sudden, unbelievably vast energy surged out like a tsunami, actually knocking the unprepared Vegeta off his back!
"What?!"
Vegeta stabilized himself in mid-air, looking at the dazzling golden energy, his face filled with astonishment.
And Frieza, at the center of the energy, was now immersed in an unparalleled ecstasy!
He could now clearly feel this power in his body! This vast, seemingly endless power! Surging wildly within him!
This feeling... was ten times, a hundred times stronger than any of his previous transformations!
"This power... this power!!!!"
Frieza looked at his own hands, which were surrounded by a golden aura, in disbelief. His voice trembled with extreme excitement. "Hahahahahaha! Yes! This is the feeling!!! So powerful! So wonderful!!!!"
He laughed wildly. The golden aura gradually receded and finally merged completely into his body.
When the light dissipated, his new form was revealed to Vegeta.
The large areas of milky white skin on his body had now turned a dazzling gold!
The purple skin on his head and shoulders had also become deeper. His figure seemed more refined, and his whole body exuded a heart-pounding, violent aura!
"Hehehe~ sorry to keep you waiting, Vegeta-san."
Frieza slowly opened his eyes, his purple pupils filled with mockery, cruelty, and absolute confidence.
He flexed his wrist lightly, feeling the boiling power within him, his tone as relaxed as if he were discussing the weather. "Shall we begin... our second round? Hehehe~ I will let you have a good taste... of despair!"
Before his words faded, Frieza's figure blurred and, like a ghost, vanished from Vegeta's sight!
Vegeta's pupils contracted sharply. His super combat instincts sensed a fatal threat, but his body's reaction was a step too slow!
"Hayai!"
The next second, Frieza had appeared in front of him, his golden-skinned fist, along with a mocking smile, viciously smashing into Vegeta's face!
"BOOM!!!!!"
A huge sonic boom exploded!
Vegeta didn't even have time to mount an effective defense. He was hit in an instant and sent flying backward pathetically!
"BANG—!!!"
The distant ground was smashed into a huge crater by Vegeta's body, and white dust filled the air.
After sending Vegeta flying, Frieza did not press his advantage. He just stood there calmly.
He crossed his arms, a cat-and-mouse-like playful smile on his face, and waited quietly.
He knew that an attack of that level was not enough to finish off this annoying Saiyan monkey!
Sure enough, a roar filled with shock and disbelief came from the deep crater. "This is impossible! Just Frieza... how can he possess this level of power?!"
Vegeta gritted his teeth, and an even more powerful aura erupted from him as he slowly rose from the deep crater.
He wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression incredibly grave as he looked at the golden, terrifying Frieza before him.
"You think you can defeat me, Vegeta, just by changing to a ridiculous golden skin?!"
Vegeta's pride was completely aroused, and he laughed in anger. "Hahahahaha!!!! You're too naive, Frieza!!! Let me show you the true power of a Saiyan! HAH!!!!!!"
"BOOM!!!!!!!!"
An even more violent and fierce golden aura erupted from Vegeta's body!
His hair stood on end and became even more golden, and dense lightning bolts simultaneously wrapped around his body!
Super Saiyan 2! Vegeta had unleashed his power without reservation!
"Hmph hmph hmph~ Super Saiyan? Still this pathetic old look."
Frieza smiled contemptuously, his golden tail swaying gracefully in the air. "Today... is the day you die, Vegeta! I will personally end this pathetic Saiyan bloodline!"
"Enough talk! Take this, Frieza!!!"
The very air between the two seemed to be about to ignite! A monstrous killing intent and presence clashed violently!
The next second, the two golden figures vanished at the same time! Their speed even surpassed the limits of the naked eye!
Only two terrifying energy sources could be felt approaching at astonishing speed, about to collide like two comets!
At this critical moment—
"Swoosh!"
A figure appeared out of nowhere at the center point where the two were about to collide!
The newcomer casually extended two hands. One hand accurately pressed down on Vegeta's fist, which was wrapped in a golden aura, while the other hand casually pinched Frieza's golden fist, which was emitting a terrifying energy.
It was as if it wasn't a force capable of destroying a planet, but two children playing.
Whitley held one in each hand, lifting the full-power Vegeta and Frieza.
He looked at the astonished Vegeta on his left, then at the "I've seen a ghost" Frieza on his right, and sighed helplessly, his face filled with "you guys are such a handful."
"I say... you two,"
Whitley's voice broke the frozen killing intent between them. "Have you forgotten where this is? When I brought you in a month ago, what did I tell you?"
Vegeta and Frieza were both stunned, not reacting for a moment.
Whitley continued to scold, "I said that although the spatial structure of this Hyperbolic Time Chamber is more stable than the outside world, it also has its limits! I told you to try not to use overly powerful transformations and energy, so as not to break this place! You two, did you just let my words go in one ear and out the other?"
The space of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber was actually quite stable. As long as one didn't use power that exceeded its limits, there usually wouldn't be a problem.
And Whitley knew in his heart what this limit was—
It was roughly Vegeta not using a form above Super Saiyan 2, and... Frieza not using his anticipated "Golden Form."
That's right, Whitley had long expected that the revived Frieza, with his astonishing talent and resentment, would sooner or later develop the "Golden Frieza" form.
So when he was training Broly in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, he had always kept a part of his mind focused on the situation over here, especially Frieza's energy fluctuations.
And his precautions had paid off! If he had really let these two destructive maniacs go all out here, and something had gone wrong with the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, how would he compensate Kami?
Wish for it to be repaired with the Dragon Balls? Hehe, the image was too beautiful for him to even dare to imagine!
"Vegeta, you, I told you long ago..."
Whitley turned his head, preparing to first "educate" Vegeta, who had initiated the trash talk and started the fight.
At the moment he turned his head! A sudden change occurred!
An extremely sinister and cunning light flashed in Frieza's eyes!
A good chance! You bastard, Whitley! You dare to be distracted in front of me, Frieza?!
"WHITLEY!!! YOU DETESTABLE BASTARD, HOW DARE YOU LOOK DOWN ON ME AFTER I'VE OBTAINED THIS POWER!!! DIE!!!!!!"
Frieza seized this fleeting opportunity. The golden power he had just mastered was completely and unreservedly unleashed!
He used all his strength. The fist that was being held by Whitley suddenly broke free, and his other fist, wrapped in a brilliant golden light and a monstrous venom, with the speed of lightning, viciously smashed into the side of Whitley's face!
This blow contained all of Frieza's power after his revival! As well as all his anger, humiliation, and killing intent!
He was even confident that this one punch was enough to shatter a massive star!
"BAM!!!"
A heavy, dull sound! Solid! No frills!
Frieza's fist had, indeed, connected!
He could even feel the impact of his fist hitting a human body!
"HAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
Frieza was stunned for a moment, then let out a crazed and joyous laugh, filled with the extreme pleasure of successful revenge. "You didn't even dodge?! You really didn't dodge?! You idiot! You're finished! The great Lord Frieza is indeed the strongest!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
He could already see the glorious scene of Whitley's head being blown apart by his punch!
However, his wild laughter stopped abruptly in the next second.
Whitley's head, which had been hit by his fist, had not even tilted.
Whitley slowly, and very naturally, turned his head, his calm gaze looking at Frieza, whose smile had instantly frozen, as if he had seen a ghost.
He raised a hand and gently touched the cheek that had just been hit, then gave the completely petrified Frieza a gentle and slightly puzzled smile. "Huh? What's wrong, Frieza? Were you trying to scratch an itch for me just now? The force was a little light... but thanks anyway, it was a little itchy over here."
Then, as if nothing had happened, he very naturally continued his lecture to Vegeta. "I'm telling you, Vegeta, you should consider the occasion before you act! You just fight without thinking! What if you really break this place? Are you going to pay for it? How much money do you earn in a month? Is it enough to repair a corner of this place? Or are you planning to have Nappa and Raditz help you chip in? Their salaries aren't that high either..."
Whitley rambled on, completely ignoring the dazed Frieza, whose worldview seemed to have collapsed.
Frieza was completely silent now.
The ecstasy and ferocity on his golden face completely froze, then faded away little by little, finally turning into a deathly pale, bloodless countenance.
His... all-out... confident... star-shattering... peak blow...
Was actually... described as... scratching an itch???
And... the force was a little light???
And... thanks???
"Heh... hehehe..."
Frieza's gaze completely lost focus. The surging power in his body receded like a tide, and his body automatically canceled the transformation, returning to its original form.
His legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the cold ground, completely dejected.
I'm tired... really tired... just destroy me already...
This world... is too crazy...
Frieza closed his eyes, his expression abnormally "serene."
At this moment, it was as if he had seen through the vanity of the mortal world.
By the time Whitley felt that his "safety education" for Vegeta was about enough, he stopped, still wanting more.
He glanced at Frieza, whose eyes were vacant, as if he had lost his dream, then at Vegeta, who was also a bit shaken by this absurd scene, and casually waved his hand. "Alright, you two continue to practice. Remember what I said, be careful! If you dare to mess around again... it won't be just a lecture next time."
After speaking, Whitley's figure vanished with a "swoosh," as abruptly as he had come, and disappeared from the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
First, he would take Broly to Goku, who was training Piccolo and Krillin, and then...
He was planning to go back to West City.
Counting the time, he had been inside for about a month or two.
It was time to go back, take a hot shower, change into some clean, comfortable clothes, and then... hold his fragrant and soft wife, Bulma, and have some intimate time to replenish his "Bulma energy"!
For a long time after Whitley left, the corner of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber where Vegeta and Frieza were was plunged into a strange silence.
Frieza still sat瘫 on the ground, his gaze empty as he stared at the endless white space before him, as if he had turned into a statue, unresponsive to everything around him.
He didn't even notice Vegeta's gaze on him.
Vegeta looked at this Frieza, and the mocking words that were on the tip of his tongue, for some reason, he couldn't say them.
He was silent for a long while. Finally, he just crossed his arms and let out a cold snort.
Then he turned and walked to a spot not far from Frieza, also staring into the endless space in the distance, and fell into silence.
A strange, subtle atmosphere of shared misery spread between the two of them.
After a long while, Vegeta suddenly spoke, his voice tinged with an imperceptible and complex emotion.
"Hey, Frieza."
He did not look back at him, just spoke to himself.
"Do you... feel very desperate?"
Frieza's body trembled almost imperceptibly, but he still did not make a sound, nor did he show any reaction.
Everything that had happened today had dealt a huge blow to his proud heart.
The ups and downs were too great.
He didn't want to say anything, and he didn't want to do anything right now.
Vegeta didn't seem to expect an answer either.
His voice was very flat, with a numbness from having experienced countless similar blows, and... a hint of unyieldingness? "Hmph, what you're feeling now... I've already experienced it countless times."
"And, far more thoroughly, far more powerless than what you just went through."
He paused, his tone suddenly becoming sharp, with the unique pride of the Saiyan prince. "But! I, Vegeta, have never truly given up!"
"Since I can't defeat that bastard now, I'll just train desperately! Get stronger desperately! Turn every humiliation and failure into a stepping stone to hone myself! One day! One day!!! I will definitely surpass him! I will defeat that damn bastard Whitley with my own hands!!!!"
At the end, Vegeta's voice was rekindled with a blazing fighting spirit and determination.
He whipped his head around and looked at Frieza, who was still staring blankly, as if his soul had left his body, his eyes filled with disdain and provocation.
"You, you're always calling yourself the emperor of the universe, huh?"
Vegeta's taunt was finally online. "Even that low-class warrior of the Saiyans, Kakarot, has never given up the thought of catching up when facing Whitley! You, are you even worse than the lowest-class warrior of our Saiyan race?!"
"If you're just going to give up like this..."
Vegeta's voice was filled with contempt. "You'll still have the face to call yourself the emperor of the universe in the future?! That's hilarious! You're a piece of trash, Frieza! You've disappointed me so much!"
"SHUT UP!!!!!!"
Frieza, who had been completely unresponsive, was as if his deepest nerve had been struck when he heard the words "even worse than a low-class warrior"!
He shot his head up and let out a shrill roar! The anger in his eyes was rekindled, although this anger was more directed at Vegeta's taunt! "Who said I'm worse than you damn wild monkeys?!!"
Frieza jumped up from the ground, a faint aura appearing on his body again, his whole body filled with a tyrannical presence! "Just now... just now I, Frieza, was just thinking about what method to use to torture you and that Whitley to a more painful death!"
He got into a fighting stance and pointed at Vegeta with murderous intent. "Don't get carried away! Vegeta! Take this!!! You despicable wild monkey!!!"
"Hmph! I'd be happy to!"
A battle-hungry curve appeared on Vegeta's lips. He also let out a cold snort, and the aura around him swirled again. "Let me wake you up, you pathetic fool who is drunk on past glories!"
"BOOM!!!!!"
The two figures slammed into each other again. An even more intense, even more frantic battle erupted again in this pure white space!
But this time, the battle between the two seemed to carry a different meaning.
...
And at this time in West City, at the Briefs' estate.
"Swoosh!"
Whitley's figure appeared directly in his own spacious and magnificent bathroom.
After a comfortable hot bath that washed away all his fatigue, he changed into a clean and refreshing set of casual clothes. He felt completely revived.
"Hmm~ home is still the most comfortable!"
Whitley stretched, and in a pleasant mood, he walked towards the lab where Bulma usually stayed, preparing to give his beloved wife a surprise hug, and by the way...
However, as he passed through the front hall, he was surprised to find that Bulma was not holed up in her lab today but was sitting on the comfortable sofa in the front hall.
And Bulma was not alone; another woman was sitting opposite her.
Is it Launch? Or one of Bulma's high school friends?
Whitley simply walked in, a warm and friendly smile on his face as he greeted them, "Yo, Bulma! I'm back!"
His gaze then turned to the female guest who had her back to him and had a high silver-white ponytail.
When the lady heard his voice and turned around with a smile, a hint of surprise flashed across Whitley's face.
"Hmm? Vados? It's been a long time."
Whitley recognized the visitor. It was the angel of Universe 6, Whis's sister, Vados. "Why did you suddenly come to Earth? Are you here on behalf of your Universe 6 to gather intelligence on our Universe 7's preparations for the Tournament of Power?"
He said half-jokingly, while also feeling a little puzzled.
Even if she were here to gather intelligence, there was no need to come directly to his house, right? And specifically to chat with Bulma?
And just then, Whitley noticed that Bulma seemed... not very happy?
Bulma shot him an angry glare, then immediately turned her head away and wouldn't look at him, even letting out a clear "Hmph!" from her nose.
Whitley was instantly at a loss.
What's wrong now? I just got back, how did I manage to anger this young lady again?
Could it be because I've been training for too long and haven't been spending time with her? But that's common...
Vados saw Whitley and showed a perfect, elegant smile.
She slowly stood up, leaned forward slightly, and performed a curtsy that was more formal and respectful than before. "Whitley-san, it is a pleasure to see you again."
Her voice was soft and pleasant, and her tone was exceptionally polite.
Whitley was a little uncomfortable with Vados's overly formal greeting. He felt something was strange but still smiled and nodded in response. "Ah, hello, hello. Why are you suddenly so polite?"
He leaned close to Bulma and asked in a low, cautious voice, "What's going on now? Did I do something to make you angry again?"
Bulma still kept her head turned away and wouldn't look at him. She took a deep breath, and her cheeks puffed out even more, clearly very angry.
Vados smiled and explained, "Whitley-san, perhaps... it is because of me that Mrs. Bulma is feeling unhappy. Please allow me to explain the situation."
Whitley was even more puzzled. He looked at Vados, ready to listen to her explanation.
At the same time, the strange feeling in his heart grew stronger. Vados today...
Was she being a little too polite? It felt like she was a different person... was it just his imagination?
Vados maintained her flawless smile and, in the calmest and most natural tone, dropped a bombshell. "Well then, Lord Whitley. It is like this."
"From this day forward, I, Vados, the angel belonging to Universe 6, by the direct order of the Grand Priest, am now officially your exclusive angel."
"Huh???"
Whitley's eyes instantly widened, his mind unable to process it for a moment.
Exclusive angel? What does that mean? Like Whis with Beerus?
But isn't Vados from Universe 6? This arrangement by the Grand Priest is...
He was just about to ask what this was all about, and what would happen to Universe 6 in the future...
But Vados gently raised a hand, elegantly stopping his next words.
The smile on her face did not change and even became a little brighter.
Then she said the words that almost petrified Whitley on the spot and made Bulma extremely angry—
"Please let me finish, Whitley-san."
Vados's voice was still soft but carried an unquestionable meaning. "According to the Grand Priest's decree, I am now your 'exclusive angel' in terms of work..."
She paused slightly, her light purple eyes seeming to see through a person's heart!
At the same time, she looked at Whitley meaningfully and said, word for word, clearly, "...at the same time, in all other aspects, I also belong to you. Including my body."
After saying this, Vados said no more.
She quietly maintained her perfect and mysterious smile, quietly watching Whitley.
As if she were waiting for his reaction, or as if she were just stating an established fact.
Whitley:
"HUH???????????????"
The entire front hall fell into a deathly silence.
And Bulma's cold snort seemed to have gotten even louder.
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