Whitley, Goku, and the others were, for a rare change, not training today.
At Goku's craving for food and the group's suggestion for a day off, Whitley had somewhat helplessly agreed to their request.
At this moment, on the plaza of Kami's Lookout above Korin Tower, a lively banquet was in full swing.
The long dining table was laden with delicacies from all over the Earth. The air was filled with an aroma that made one's mouth water.
Since everyone wanted a day off, then... of course, they had to enjoy it to the fullest!
This was specially arranged by Whitley to reward these warriors who, without a second thought, were willing to fight for Universe 7 and had trained so hard in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber for so long!
The moment Whitley announced the start of the banquet, Goku's figure vanished in an instant!
The next second, he was shamelessly holding a giant roasted beast leg in one hand and stuffing fried rice into his mouth with the other, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster's.
Vegeta stood a little farther away with his arms crossed. Although he still wore a haughty "This king does not deign to associate with the likes of you" expression, his eyes would occasionally dart towards the large, perfectly grilled steak in the center of the table.
No. 17 and No. 18, holding wine glasses, were watching with great interest as Krillin demonstrated his new move—an enhanced version of the Destructo Disc!
No. 18 was currently listening to Krillin's explanation, nodding thoughtfully.
Even little Cell had a napkin tied around his neck by No. 16 and was stretching his short arms, trying to reach a plate of pudding that was shimmering with a strange glow.
The whole scene was boisterous and full of life. The tension of the impending great battle seemed to have been temporarily forgotten by everyone.
Whitley stood in a corner of the banquet hall, holding a glass of sparkling wine, his gaze sweeping over every person present—Goku, Vegeta, Piccolo, Krillin, Broly, Frieza, No. 17, No. 18, No. 16, Cell, and himself, a total of 11 people.
Piccolo was the substitute, specially arranged by Whitley, just in case they were short-staffed due to an accident. That would be terrible.
The members for Universe 7's participation in the Tournament of Power were now assembled.
Just now, Vados, who had been quietly following him like a shadow, had smilingly relayed the latest and final directive from Zeno's palace.
The venue for the Tournament of Power was finally set in the God of Destruction's Realm of Universe 7.
And the time for the tournament was set for one week from now!
Apart from Universes 1, 5, 8, and 12, which were exempt from participating due to their high mortal levels, the other eight universes had to participate.
Each universe would have ten participants. The Gods of Destruction themselves were not allowed to compete, but the Supreme Kais... were actually allowed to participate!
"The Supreme Kais can join?"
When Whitley heard this rule, he subconsciously stroked his chin, his gaze involuntarily drifting to Krillin, a thought popping into his mind. "Hiss... should I call Shin over as a participant? To replace..."
His gaze turned back to Krillin, who was currently leaning next to Goku, complaining with a pained expression, "You have no idea, Goku! The training lately has been so tough, I have no time to earn money! Maron... she's about to break up with me! She said if I don't give her an allowance soon, she'll... sigh!"
Krillin sighed repeatedly, and his bright, bald head seemed to have dimmed a little.
He glanced at Vegeta, who was constantly eating at the side, and subconsciously lowered his voice. "I'm so jealous of Vegeta. Launch never asks Vegeta for money. If I had known earlier, back then I..."
Before he could finish, he saw Vegeta suddenly look up!
The rest of Krillin's words immediately stopped, and he didn't dare to say any more. He only let out a sigh of relief when he saw that Vegeta had just choked a little and was desperately looking for water.
Hearing this, Whitley couldn't help but click his tongue. "Tsk! How could you say something like that? Honestly!"
He sensed the ki emanating from Krillin himself, shook his head, and sighed. "After training for so long, he still hasn't made any progress? In the upcoming tournament... if Shin joins... forget it, I'll just have Piccolo go!"
Although he had personally invited Krillin, and had even made him train to death in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber for so long, to suddenly replace him now because of a few words and a consideration of combat power...
"Even if the current Piccolo is slightly weaker than Krillin and might be eliminated as soon as he enters the ring... it doesn't matter. I'll be there to back them up anyway!"
As Whitley was secretly pondering this, Vados, who had been standing quietly by his side as if she could read all his thoughts, smiled her perfect, elegant smile and took a quiet step forward.
She leaned in slightly, bringing her slightly voluptuous red lips close to Whitley's ear, and asked in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Lord Whitley~ you seem to be... troubled by the matter of the contestants?"
A warm breath, carrying a faint and strange fragrance, brushed against Whitley's ear, making both his ear and his heart feel a little itchy.
Vados continued to whisper, her voice soft. "If you are willing... I can select some reasonably strong fighters from Universe 6 and find a way to have them immigrate to Universe 7. After all~ I was the one responsible for finding the contestants for Universe 6 before. I am very familiar with the experts over there~"
She exhaled softly, like an orchid. "So~ what do you think, my lord?"
Whitley was shocked!
He whipped his head around, and because they were so close, he almost bumped into Vados's breathtakingly beautiful face.
In her light purple eyes, which seemed to be filled with sincere emotion, he saw not a trace of joking.
This proposal...
He had to admit, Whitley was a little tempted!
The Saiyans of Universe 6, Cabba, Kale, and the others, and Hit, whom Champa had found from somewhere, who could use the Time-Skip...
If they could be added to Universe 7's team, then their team's overall strength would definitely soar by a large margin!
But he quickly calmed down, lowered his voice, and asked with some disbelief, "Are you... serious? Is this appropriate? Not to mention how troublesome the process would be, you were the angel of Universe 6 before. You must have some feelings for Universe 6, right? If Champa finds out about this kind of poaching, wouldn't he explode on the spot? And the Grand Priest..."
Hearing Whitley's words, Vados covered her mouth and let out a light laugh.
Her beautiful body trembled, and her eyes, looking at Whitley, were filled with amusement and a... certain indescribable aggressiveness.
"Hehehe~ you worry too much, Lord Whitley~"
She moved a little closer again.
And this time, the distance between them was so close that they could almost feel each other's body heat.
Vados's high and full peaks were almost pressing against Whitley's arm!
A stunningly seductive smile appeared on her dignified and beautiful face, her eyes staring straight at Whitley. "You don't have to worry about what Lord Champa over in Universe 6 will do~ After all, right now~"
She deliberately dragged out her tone, each word like a small hook, wantonly teasing Whitley's nerves. "My entire being, all of it~ already completely belongs to you~"
Whitley: "..."
Vados seemed very pleased with Whitley's instantly frozen expression.
She pushed her luck and moved a little closer.
Their current posture, to an outsider, was so ambiguous that it was as if they were about to embrace in public.
Whitley could even feel that with just a slight lift of his hand, he could easily touch Vados's astonishingly charming body!
"You don't have to worry about Lord Champa. Lord Champa, ah, he doesn't dare to be presumptuous in front of me."
Seeing Whitley's embarrassed look, Vados chuckled lightly and smoothly changed the subject. "So~ are you satisfied with how I address you now, Lord Whitley~"
Vados's voice was a little too sweet. "If you're not satisfied~ I can change it~ For example..."
She stared at Whitley's face, wanting to see his reaction to her next words. "For example... Ma... ster? Or... Father?"
Whitley: "!!!"
"Cough, cough, cough..."
This time, Whitley was truly shocked! His entire face instantly flushed red!
He jumped back as if scalded by boiling water and quickly looked around.
Only after confirming that the people around them seemed to be immersed in the lively atmosphere of the banquet and no one was paying special attention to their corner did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief, but his heart was still pounding wildly.
This vixen! Where on earth did she learn these words?!
Th-this... Ma... ster? And... Fa... ther?!
Are you still an angel? Are these words that an angel, who represents purity, should be saying?!
Whitley felt that his sanity was being tested as never before!
He tried hard to put on a stern face, to make himself look serious. "That... Va-Vados! Don't be like this! The time we've known each other... is how long, exactly? Isn't this relationship... developing a bit too fast?"
However, Whitley's weak "resistance" did not make Vados back down, but rather seemed to have ignited her greater interest.
Her beautiful eyes, which seemed to see through a person's heart, suddenly lit up, as if she had discovered a new and extremely interesting toy.
She completely ignored the rejection in Whitley's words, and once again elegantly stepped forward, closing the distance between them.
And this time, she was standing almost face-to-face with Whitley, the distance between their noses no more than ten centimeters.
Whitley could even clearly count the number of her long eyelashes and feel her gentle breath on his lips.
"So~"
Vados's voice dropped even lower, carrying a demonic temptation. "What do you think of my previous proposal~ my dear~ Whitley... Ma~ster?"
She deliberately emphasized the word "master," her eyes locked on Whitley's expression, not wanting to miss any subtle emotional change.
"L-let's just forget it!"
Whitley bit his tongue hard, using the pain to wake himself up.
Bulma's pouting face and No. 18's provocative kiss flashed through his mind, and his strong willpower finally took over again.
He struggled to take another half step back, creating a little bit of fatal space. "The contestants will be the people we have now! We don't need to transfer people from Universe 6!"
But as for the address, he really couldn't think of how to refuse this pushy woman, and could only say with some resignation, "As for the address... you can decide for yourself. You can call me whatever you like. Or you can just call me Whitley-san like before! Right! Just call me Whitley-san from now on!"
Seeing that Whitley had once again resisted her charming offensive, a hint of surprise flashed in Vados's eyes, which then turned into an even stronger interest and admiration.
"Hehehe~"
She did not press forward again.
Instead, she chuckled lightly, stood up straight with great elegance, covered her mouth with her sleeve, and said with a smile, "It seems~ you are a man of strong will who can resist the temptation of beauty. You are truly... becoming more and more interesting to me."
Her tone shifted, and a sly glint flashed in her eyes.
As if the aggressive teasing from just now had never happened, she returned to her dignified and elegant angel self.
"Since Lord Whitley is unwilling to accept my proposal, then let's forget it."
She tilted her head slightly, making a thoughtful expression. "As for the address... you said I can decide for myself... hmm..."
Vados pretended to muse, then suddenly, as if a brilliant idea had come to her, her eyes lit up. She looked at Whitley again, and her red lips parted, uttering the address that almost made Whitley have a nosebleed on the spot. "What do you think... of the address 'Ma~ster'~?"
Whitley's breath caught, and his eyes widened, as if he had heard something from a fantasy!
Does she know what she's saying?! She's an angel! An angel who is extremely revered in all the universes!
How could she use such a... such a domineering address?!
Vados seemed to have expected Whitley's reaction. She covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes filled with the pleasure of a successful prank. "Please don't misunderstand~ Before I came to your side, I made a special effort to read many... hmm... very 'professional' books on Earth."
She raised a slender finger and gently tapped her temple, her smile becoming somewhat mysterious. "Among them, there was a book that mentioned that... deep in every man's heart, they cannot refuse a beautiful woman by their side calling them in the most submissive, most wonderful tone...~"
She paused slightly, observing Whitley's now completely petrified expression, and then, as if dropping a final bombshell, she leaned forward slightly again and whispered in a breathy voice, "Ma~ster?"
"HISS—!!!!"
Whitley felt that not only his ears, but the blood in his entire body seemed to have frozen at this address!
And then it boiled in his brain!
A rush of hot blood appeared out of nowhere and went straight to the top of his head!
Who the hell can handle this?!
No! I can't handle it at all! If I stay any longer, something terrible is going to happen!
Whitley, almost by instinct, used Instant Transmission.
With a swoosh, his figure instantly vanished from the lively banquet at the Lookout!
He left behind only a capsule on the table containing a massive amount of food, and his hasty parting words echoing in the ears of Goku and Vegeta. "Goku! Vegeta! You two organize everyone to eat and drink well! If there's not enough food, you can get it yourselves. I... I have something to do, I'll be leaving first!"
Everyone at the banquet was stunned by this sudden turn of events. They all stopped their movements and looked around curiously.
"Huh? Why did Whitley suddenly leave?"
Goku asked with his mouth full of food. "The party is only halfway through. Is it something very important?"
Vegeta also frowned, snorted, and said, "That bastard is always so unpredictable. Who cares what he's doing!"
Most people just found it strange but didn't think much of it.
Only No. 18, who had been secretly watching the interaction between Whitley and Vados, had seen the whole ambiguous scene.
Her beautiful blue eyes narrowed slightly, her sharp gaze piercing towards Vados, who was still sitting gracefully in her original spot, as if nothing had happened.
This woman had almost shamelessly plastered herself all over Whitley!
And...
And that guy Whitley! When he heard that strange woman say something, his body had clearly stiffened, and his breathing had become ragged!
That reaction... No. 18 was all too familiar with it!
It was the same natural reaction Whitley's body had produced when she had suddenly attacked him in the elevator!
It seemed that this woman named Vados was on a whole other level! And... she did not come in peace!
No. 18's internal alarm instantly went to the highest level, and she classified Vados in the "extremely dangerous love rival" category.
She glared at Vados fiercely but found that the other woman didn't care about her gaze at all.
After returning to her seat, Vados's expression had returned to calm. She took out her staff from somewhere.
She held the staff before her, and the crystal ball at its top glowed slightly.
Vados elegantly tasted her food while watching the staff with great interest, as if there was some extremely fascinating content inside.
"Hmph! What a pretentious woman!"
No. 18 snorted to herself.
Feeling that it was boring to just sit here and watch, she simply stood up with her wine glass and walked over to where Goku and Vegeta were having a raucous eating contest, joining the noisy crowd with No. 17 and the others.
But in her heart, she still kept an eye on the suddenly departed Whitley and this unfathomable Vados.
And at this moment, Vados's attention was completely focused on the staff in her hand.
If Vados were to show the contents of her staff to the public now, everyone would see that what was flashing rapidly in the crystal ball were the covers and summaries of various... romance strategy books from Earth?
And even... some strange video clips.
For example, a play... boy?
She watched with great interest, murmuring to herself thoughtfully.
A look of interest appeared on her beautiful face. "So that's how it is... the preferences of Earth's men... are really quite diverse. To think they would like this kind of knowledge? Hmm... and these addresses... it seems they will be much more useful than I had anticipated?"
Her fingers constantly and lightly swiped across the crystal ball. When the image froze on the Briefs' estate in West City, she unexpectedly saw that familiar figure.
She smiled slightly, analyzing carefully with a serious expression. "Oh my~ he got shy and went home? How cute~ Whitley... -sama."
Vados was completely immersed in "studying" Whitley's preferences, even temporarily forgetting to taste the delicious food before her.
...
Meanwhile, in West City, in the front hall of the Briefs' estate.
Bulma was now sitting alone on the comfortable sofa, somewhat distractedly swiping through her phone screen.
And the content displayed on the phone was all work reports from various departments of Capsule Corp.
But her brow was slightly furrowed; her mind was clearly not on these company affairs.
These past few days, her mood could be described as very! very bad!
The android, No. 18, was one thing. Although her way of admitting her mistake was a bit strange, at least Whitley had admitted his mistake and apologized.
But why...
Why had Whis's sister, that angel named Vados, suddenly appeared at her house without any warning?
And in a tone like she was announcing the weather, she had directly declared to her that she would also be one of Whitley's women from now on?!
What gave her the right to say such things?!
Because she had lived for hundreds of millions of years and had seen a lot?
Heh! Old woman!
My husband would never fall for an old fossil like you who has lived for who knows how long!
The more Bulma thought, the angrier she got. She wished she could grab Whitley right now and torture him for answers.
"Hmph! Anyway, that woman also said she wouldn't compete with me for the position of the main wife, and she doesn't care about any wedding or title..."
Bulma had already started plotting viciously in her mind. "When Whitley and I have our wedding later, I'll definitely make that angel named Vados personally serve me tea! Let her know what it means to be properly married! What the dignity of the main wife is!"
Just as Bulma's mind was wildly playing out a future court drama of how to "deal with" Vados, suddenly!
A strong and powerful arm suddenly came from behind her without any warning, and fiercely pulled her entire body into a warm and sturdy embrace!
"Yaaah—!!!"
Bulma screamed in surprise, and her phone almost flew out of her hand!
She subconsciously began to struggle, but after she saw the familiar face before her, her body gradually relaxed.
But just as Bulma opened her mouth, about to complain to Whitley, her mouth was fiercely sealed by Whitley's warm and urgent lips!
"Mmph... mmph mmph?!!"
Bulma's eyes widened, and she flailed her arms and legs!
"Mmph... you... Whitley? You bastard!"
After finally waiting for Whitley's body to move away slightly, Bulma immediately looked up, her small face flushed from lack of oxygen and shock, and complained with both shame and anger, "You scared me to death! What's gotten into you all of a sudden?! This is the front hall! What if Mom and Dad come in and see us?!"
Whitley's eyes were a little red at this moment!
He held Bulma tightly, feeling the real touch and familiar scent of his beloved in his arms...
The flames that had almost gone out of control from Vados's teasing seemed to have found their only outlet.
He stared at Bulma's face, which was particularly delicate from surprise and slight anger, and said in a rushed voice, "Bulma... let me give you a massage!"
Bulma was stunned by his nonsensical words and subconsciously replied, "Huh? Didn't we just have one the day before yesterday... Mmph!"
Her words were once again sealed by Whitley's fierce finger technique.
And this time, Whitley was no longer the domineering surprise attacker, but was filled with a certain impatient desire and demand, as if he wanted to thoroughly massage her entire body!
Bulma's body went limp from his massage technique, her mind dizzy, and she protested half-heartedly, "Not here... hubby... g-go... go to the room..."
But Whitley was clearly not listening to any suggestions at this moment.
He lifted Bulma from the sofa, turned her so that her back was to him and she was leaning forward slightly, her hands braced on the cold wall, so that he could massage her shoulders and waist...
"Hey! Wait! Whitley! What's gotten into you all of a sudden? It's really not good to do it here... hubby..."
Bulma felt Whitley's impatient massage movements and was both ashamed and anxious.
Half resisting, half shyly cooperating with her man's somewhat helpless massage!
The temperature in the front hall quietly rose, and a wonderful atmosphere filled the air.
Soon, a beautiful and rapid symphony began to play in the empty front hall.
In this rapid symphony, there were also Bulma's suppressed whimpers as her shoulders were massaged, and Whitley's heavy breathing as he exerted himself.
...
While Whitley was impatiently displaying his skills at home...
At the banquet at the Lookout, which was some distance from West City.
At this moment, Vados, who had just put down her staff and was wholeheartedly savoring the delicacies of Earth, saw her hand, which was reaching for food, suddenly pause slightly.
She seemed to have sensed something, and a half-smiling expression appeared on her beautiful face.
She put down her utensils and once again summoned her staff before her.
Her fingertips lightly tapped on the crystal ball.
The crystal ball at the top of the staff began to flash slightly, reflecting some fragments of a scene far away in West City.
Vados leaned back comfortably in her chair. While elegantly taking small bites of an exquisite after-dinner dessert, she watched the scene inside the staff with great interest.
She even nodded thoughtfully from time to to time, as if she were studying some important material.
"So that's how it is... you like to learn this kind of... knowledge and interaction?"
She muttered to herself, a certain light shining in her light purple eyes.
"Oh? Miss Bulma, when she's emotionally agitated, actually unconsciously murmurs that address...
Looking at Lord Whitley's reaction and movements at this moment... after hearing this address... he has indeed become exceptionally excited and... full of explosive power~"
She watched with even more focus, even temporarily forgetting the delicious dessert in front of her.
And on the other side, No. 18 had already returned to her seat, feeling a little bored.
She didn't know what Vados was watching at this moment. She rested her head on one hand and swirled the red wine glass in her other, alone.
Her mind kept replaying the scene in the elevator from some time ago, her proactive attack, and in her memory, the only time she had seen Whitley lose his composure. A mischievous smile appeared on her lips.
"Whitley... what kind of method will it take to completely capture you? You really are a... difficult man to handle!"
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