After returning to West City with Bulma, Whitley's figure vanished from the backyard of the Briefs' estate with a "swoosh."
Bulma watched him leave, pouting unhappily.
Her face, having just been restored to its 18-year-old youthfulness, looked particularly playful and cute with this expression, carrying a girlish charm.
It was a pity Whitley couldn't see it.
"Hmph, he sure runs fast."
She muttered under her breath, her tone tinged with a bit of complaint, and also a hint of imperceptible concern.
She shook her head, temporarily suppressing this complaint, and prepared to deal with Whitley's troubles at night.
While Whitley was temporarily away from Earth, she prepared to do some other things that were very important to her.
Bulma returned to the lab and, after confirming that Android 21 had re-entered a deep hibernation state in the life support pod and that all her vitals were stable, she let out a slight sigh of relief.
After a moment's hesitation, she picked up the phone on the console, her fingertips sliding across the screen, and found the number she had always kept in her contacts.
After a few rings, the call was connected.
"This is the shareholder's office of Prince Logistics. How may I help you?"
A cool and pleasant female voice came through. On the other end of the line was No. 18.
Bulma took a deep breath and tried to make her tone sound calm and natural. "It's me, Bulma."
No. 18 on the other end was silent for a moment, as if surprised by Bulma's call. "Bulma? What do you want? Just say it."
No. 18's voice was tinged with a hint of vigilance and distance.
Although the two of them had temporarily formed a rather delicate united front against Vados due to her appearance, this did not mean that their private relationship was particularly good.
In a way, they were still rivals!
Hearing No. 18's business-like tone, Bulma snorted in her heart.
This woman, she really doesn't know what's good for her!
She had originally wanted to be polite, but now she couldn't be bothered to beat around the bush. "Oh? Are you sure you want to talk on the phone?"
Bulma's tone took on a manipulative edge. "I was just trying to be nice and give you a heads-up. That woman, Vados, is already ahead of you in some aspects. Since you, No. 18, are unwilling to meet and chat in detail... then forget it, forget I said anything. I'm hanging up now, goodbye."
"Wait!"
No. 18's voice on the other end instantly rose an octave, the coldness in her tone vanishing without a trace. "What did you say?! Ahead of me? What do you mean?! Bulma, you better explain yourself clearly!"
A triumphant smile appeared on Bulma's lips. She could imagine the anxious expression on No. 18's face at this moment.
"Yes, you heard me right. I said, Vados has already gotten ahead of you. And according to my observations, that bastard Whitley seems to be... quite infatuated with that angel's body!"
The other end of the line fell into a brief silence again. Only No. 18's slightly heavier breathing could be heard.
After a few seconds, as if she had suppressed her emotions, she asked in a slightly dry voice, "...Where do you want to meet?"
"Come to the Briefs' estate," Bulma said quickly. "It just so happens that Whitley and Vados are not here right now. You can just fly over directly. It will be more convenient for us to talk."
Click!
The moment Bulma's voice fell, a dial tone came from the other end.
It was clear that No. 18 was also a little anxious. After hearing the address Bulma had given, she had hung up and set off without even a polite "goodbye."
"Tsk, why so impatient?"
Bulma put down her phone and shook her head.
She stood up, straightened her clothes a little, and then walked to the front yard with a light step.
The winter sun was rarely so warm and bright. Bulma lay comfortably on a beach chair, casually flipping through a fashion magazine that had been placed on the small table beside her, waiting for No. 18's arrival with great pleasure.
The warm sun fell on her young, smooth skin, and it felt as if every pore was breathing in this long-lost relaxation and... hmm, the excitement before causing some trouble.
Meanwhile, far away in the Zeno's palace at the pinnacle of all the universes.
Vados was gracefully bowing to Zeno, who was sitting on his huge divine throne, and to her father, the Grand Priest, who was standing at his side. "Lord Zeno, Father, Vados has come to take her leave."
Lord Zeno was busy at the moment. He was holding a bottle of "happy water" from Earth and drinking with great relish. Hearing her, he just waved a small hand, let out a burp, and mumbled in response, "Mm-hmm, okay, see you next time."
The Grand Priest, on the other hand, smiled and nodded at Vados, then personally escorted her to the grand and empty square outside the palace.
Since he had already said everything he wanted to say to Vados before, the Grand Priest walked in silence along the way.
Only at the moment of parting did the Grand Priest gently pat Vados's shoulder and say in a low voice, his eyes filled with an indescribable expectation, "You have to work hard, Vados."
Vados maintained her elegant smile and bowed slightly in response. "I will, Father. Your suggestion... I will consider it seriously."
Her father's earlier words from Earth's culture, "The mother's nobility depends on the son," echoed in her mind. She had actually already made a certain decision in her heart.
As an angel with a nearly infinite lifespan, she had no need to use offspring to secure her position. But... if this was what Lord Whitley desired, and if it could give her a more unique and unshakable position in his heart... then, it was not something she couldn't consider.
Seeing that his daughter seemed to have taken his words to heart, the Grand Priest nodded in satisfaction.
You have to know, Vados was an angel!
Her talent went without saying. You have to know that angels can use Ultra Instinct freely from birth. Or rather, Ultra Instinct is an angel's instinct.
And what about Whitley? Not to mention that he had mastered the basics of Ultra Instinct in just a few short years, just the uniqueness of his soul alone was enough to make the Grand Priest look forward to their child.
It's decided, I'll raise my grandson myself!
Then, as if he had fallen into some beautiful fantasy, he murmured in a voice that only he and Vados could hear, "My future grandson... if it's a boy... how about 'Vigion'? Hmm... or 'Victor'? 'Victtley' seems not bad either, with a hint of his father's name. If it's a girl... 'Vigini'?"
He actually began to seriously struggle with the names of his unborn grandson and granddaughter...
Vados looked at her usually very dignified father, who supervised the order of all the universes, now muttering about names like an ordinary old man eager for grandchildren, and was at a loss for whether to laugh or cry.
She had seen Dr. and Mrs. Briefs urge Bulma to have a child quickly on Earth, but she never would have expected that the noble Lord Grand Priest would also have such an ordinary side.
"Ahem,"
Vados cleared her throat lightly, trying her best to maintain her composure, and bowed. "Of course, Father. Your... naming suggestions, I will convey them to Lord Whitley for discussion. Well then, Vados will take her leave now."
Seeing that her father seemed to want to continue to discuss the pros and cons of the names, Vados didn't dare to stay any longer. A soft light emanated from her body, and she instantly turned into a streak of light, disappearing into the starry sky outside Zeno's palace at a speed slightly faster than usual.
The Grand Priest looked in the direction his daughter had disappeared and shook his head with some regret. "This child, when did she become so shy..."
He turned and walked slowly back into the palace, still muttering to himself, "Gion... Victor... Victtley... it's really hard to choose..."
And this abnormal scene made all the surrounding guards look at each other, almost suspecting that their eyes were playing tricks on them.
Vados, who had left Zeno's palace, was extremely fast. In almost the blink of an eye, she had crossed the endless starry sky and, in less than two minutes, had returned to Earth, her figure now appearing in the front yard of the Briefs' estate.
But the moment she stabilized herself, her keen perception immediately picked up on the situation in the yard.
Bulma was currently lying leisurely on a beach chair, and that android named No. 18 was also here.
The two of them seemed to be talking about something.
"Oh?"
Vados's light purple eyes flickered slightly, and a smile appeared on her face after she noticed that Whitley was not on Earth. "Are these two plotting something while Lord Whitley and I are not here?"
She understood in her heart but didn't care much.
After all, in the face of the absolute gap in their power and status, the little tricks of Bulma and No. 18 were, to her, just a little bit of fun to add to life.
She had originally intended to go straight to the dining room to enjoy some of Earth's pastries.
However, just as she had taken two steps, the conversation from behind her made her involuntarily stop.
No. 18's voice, filled with disbelief, could be heard. "You mean... that wallet that suddenly fell in front of me, and was filled with a lot of cash, was a wish from Whitley?!"
"Hmm?"
Vados's beautiful eyebrows rose slightly.
Lord Whitley... gave this woman a gift? And through a wish?
How come she didn't know about this?
Then came Bulma's voice, tinged with a bit of showing off and pride, and perhaps... a bit of fanning the flames. "That's right! Look at me, have I not become super young? This is Whitley's gift to me! To prepare a surprise for the two of us, he made a special trip to Namek to use their Dragon Balls to make a wish! You didn't know, did you? The Namekian Dragon Balls can grant three wishes! That way, we each get a gift, absolutely fair and reasonable!"
Vados slowly turned around, her gaze falling on the exquisitely made wallet in No. 18's hand.
Then it swept over Bulma's face, which was radiant with youth, indeed having returned to her late teens.
The perfect, elegant smile on her face did not change, but deep in her eyes, a subtle light flashed.
She gently raised her hand, covered her lips with her sleeve, and whispered in a voice only she could hear, a hint of something dangerous in it, "Oh my~ hehehe... Lord Whitley. It seems that in terms of expressing affection fairly, you still need a little... 'education'~"
She no longer lingered and turned to continue towards the dining room.
But her steps seemed to be a little faster than usual.
Whether there were any pastries that suited her taste in the dining room was no longer so important. She was now more looking forward to the moment Lord Whitley returned.
After Vados's figure had disappeared into the main house, No. 18 finally put away her wallet with some trepidation.
She looked at Bulma, a hint of hesitation and worry on her face. "Us doing this... deliberately saying it for her to hear, is it really okay? I heard she's very strong. Whitley... will he be in trouble when he gets back? If he finds out we did this on purpose, will he be angry with me?"
But Bulma looked completely unconcerned, and was even a little excited, as if she enjoyed the drama. She chuckled and said, "Relax, relax! What trouble could there be? That woman cares about Whitley so much, at most she'll just throw a little tantrum, have a little fit. It's a good chance to teach that philanderer a lesson! He's always flirting around, and he even hid it from me! Hmph, he deserves to be taught a lesson!"
Although she said that, she was actually a little unsure in her heart. But the mentality of not minding a bigger mess at this moment took over!
Looking at Bulma's appearance, No. 18 opened her mouth, but ultimately swallowed the words of persuasion.
She secretly decided in her heart that she had to find a way to contact Whitley and let him know.
At least... give him a heads-up?
What if he really was disciplined by Vados when he came back, and he took it out on her?
She didn't want to ruin the relationship that had just warmed up between her and Whitley over a wallet.
Meanwhile, far away on the other side of the galaxy, on a desolate and dead planet.
Whitley and the Supreme Kai, Shin, had cornered their target: the evil wizard Babidi, and his loyal servant, the former king of the Demon Realm, Dabura!
At this moment, Dabura had been controlled by Babidi's magic. His eyes were crimson, and he exuded a violent aura!
Seeing that only Whitley and Shin had come to corner them, he immediately let out a rampant and contemptuous laugh. "Hahahahaha! Supreme Kai! You actually brought only one helper to stop me and Lord Babidi? You haven't changed a bit, you're so naive! It seems Babidi didn't lie to me, the Sacred World of the Kais is really empty!"
The Supreme Kai, Shin, was on high alert and nervously reminded Whitley, "Whitley-san, you must be careful! This Dabura is very powerful. Not only is he strong, but his most terrifying abilities are his saliva and magic, which can turn any opponent he touches into stone!"
Whitley just casually waved his hand at Shin, signaling him not to make a fuss. "Alright, you step back and just watch. Be careful they don't sneak-attack you."
His tone was as relaxed as if he were on a picnic on this planet.
After speaking, he took a few steps forward, beckoned to the menacing Dabura with his finger, and said in a calm tone, "Come on, you go first. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't even have a chance to make a move, and that would be a little too boring."
Dabura was completely enraged by Whitley's extremely contemptuous attitude. He sneered, "I hope your strength is half as good as your mouth! Take this! Hyaah!!!"
He roared and was the first to attack!
First was a swift and powerful straight punch aimed at Whitley's face, trying to force him to defend.
Seeing that Whitley had, as he had expected, turned his body to dodge his attack, a cunning glint flashed in Dabura's eyes. This was exactly what he wanted!
His already poised right leg, like a steel whip with a sound of tearing through the air, viciously swept towards Whitley's temple!
"Haha! I knew you would dodge! Go to hell!"
Dabura could already see the scene of Whitley's head being kicked open.
Faced with this fierce whip kick that could shatter a planet, Whitley stood there without moving, not even a flicker of change in his eyes.
"Wh... Whitley-san! Watch out!!"
The Supreme Kai, Shin, was so scared his little heart was about to jump out, and he couldn't help but cry out a reminder.
"HAHAHAHAHA!! YOU USELESS GUY! JUST GET KICKED TO PIECES BY ME!!"
Dabura laughed wildly, as if victory were at hand!
However, a short moment later, his smile suddenly froze on his face.
Whitley had just casually raised a hand, his movement so fast that it was beyond his visual perception, and had accurately grabbed Dabura's ankle, which was imbued with immense power!
"What?!"
Dabura's pupils contracted sharply, he simply couldn't believe his eyes!
His all-out attack had been caught so casually by the other party? And after taking his blow, the other party was completely unharmed?!
"That's... all you got?" Whitley shook his head and said in a teasing tone.
He held Dabura's ankle and, as if holding a broken sack, casually swung his arm.
"BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!"
Dabura's sturdy body was effortlessly swung around by Whitley and slammed into the incredibly hard ground again and again, making a dull and terrifying impact sound!
The entire surface of the planet trembled slightly, and dust filled the air.
Dabura could only let out pained screams and grunts, with no strength to resist at all.
Feeling that he had played enough, Whitley stopped his movements.
He looked at the bruised and dizzy Dabura in his hand, who was like a dead dog, and said with a smile, "Although you're not very strong, you're quite durable."
As he spoke, he threw Dabura into the distance like a piece of trash.
But just as he was thrown into the air, Dabura endured the severe pain of his seemingly broken bones, and a ruthless and determined glint flashed in his eyes!
He whipped his head around and, "Ptooey," spat a mouthful of saliva imbued with petrifying magic towards Whitley!
"Watch out for his spit! You'll be turned to stone if it touches you!!!"
The Supreme Kai, Shin, shouted another warning, his heart in his throat.
Whitley's figure vanished from his spot in an instant, and the deadly saliva missed. The next second, Whitley appeared out of thin air behind the still-airborne Dabura.
"You, you're fighting, and you're spitting on the ground?"
Whitley's voice was filled with clear disgust. "How can you be so unhygienic? Have you no public decency at all!"
He held out a flat palm, aimed at the wide-eyed and terrified Dabura, his tone calm but with an unquestionable sense of judgment. "Since you're so unhygienic, then go to hell and reflect on yourself!"
"BOOM!!!!!!!!"
A dazzlingly huge ki blast instantly erupted from Whitley's palm, and like a roaring dragon of light, it completely engulfed Dabura's figure!
This once-invincible former king of the Demon Realm didn't even have time to let out a decent scream before he was completely annihilated in the extreme light and heat, turning to ash that scattered in the wind.
Babidi, who had originally had great confidence in Dabura's strength and had been counting on him to deal with these two nuisances, had witnessed this scene of complete and utter destruction, and he was scared out of his wits!
His small body trembled violently with fear. He could no longer be bothered with his grand ambition of ruling the universe. He had only one thought in his mind: Run! Immediately! Get out of here right now!
He whipped his head around and was about to use his magic to escape this dangerous place.
But just as he had turned, a hand with an invisible pressure gently landed on his small shoulder.
A voice that sounded very gentle but made him feel as if he had been plunged into an ice cave sounded by his ear. "Where are you going?"
Babidi's whole body stiffened, and a cold sweat instantly soaked his robes.
He struggled to turn his head little by little and looked at Whitley, who had appeared behind him at some unknown time. His voice was distorted with fear. "Y-you... you... who are you?! A being like you... is definitely not the servant of that useless Supreme Kai!!"
"Hmm?"
Whitley was stunned for a moment and turned to look at Shin beside him with a puzzled expression. "Did I... not introduce myself just now?"
Being called a useless Supreme Kai to his face, a hint of embarrassment and dejection flashed across Shin's face, but more than that, he was relieved and full of admiration for Whitley's easy defeat of a strong enemy.
He quickly waved his hands. "N-no, Whitley-san, you did not introduce yourself just now."
"Oh, I see."
Whitley nodded and turned his gaze back to the terrified Babidi, saying in a flat tone, "Well then, I'll introduce myself. My name is Whitley, that's it."
Babidi was stunned at first, then he reacted.
This extremely brief introduction was, in his eyes, a blatant humiliation!
A strange anger instantly welled up in his heart, making him temporarily forget his fear as he shrieked, "Are you mocking me?! I am the greatest wizard in the universe, Babidi! The genius wizard who has inherited the great will of my father, Bibidi! You lowly mortal! How dare you make fun of me?!"
"Mortal?"
Hearing Babidi dare to address Whitley like that, the Supreme Kai, Shin, retorted angrily, "Babidi! Open your eyes and see clearly! Whitley-san is the candidate God of Destruction of Universe 7! And at the same time, he possesses the status of an angel! He is a god on the same level as Lord Beerus, the God of Destruction! You, do you even know what a God of Destruction means?!"
"G-God of Destruction?!"
The anger on Babidi's face was instantly replaced by boundless terror.
As a wizard who had lived for a long time and had seen a lot, he had, of course, heard the legends of the God of Destruction!
That was the supreme god who wielded destruction, whom even the Supreme Kais revered!
And he had just... been shouting at a God of Destruction, and had even called him a lowly mortal?!
Seeing Babidi's instantly pale face and trembling body, Whitley waved his hand, stopping Shin, who was about to say more.
"What's the point of wasting words on this guy."
He picked up the limp Babidi like a chicken. "Alright, the troublesome guy is dealt with. Let's go straight to Earth, have him summon Majin Buu, and we can take care of it all at once."
The Supreme Kai, Shin, nodded quickly. He glanced at Babidi, who had completely lost the will to resist and whose eyes were a little dazed, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
As expected, Babidi also knew the terror of a God of Destruction. Only he himself had been ignorant and didn't know of the existence of a God of Destruction back then, and had almost caused a great disaster.
He secretly made up his mind that after the Majin Buu incident was completely resolved, he would definitely listen to his ancestor and seriously study the knowledge and responsibilities he should have as a Supreme Kai. He... could not continue to be so muddle-headed!
Whitley, of course, did not know of Shin's current awakening and determination. He held Babidi in one hand and placed his other hand on Shin's shoulder.
"Let's go."
The moment his voice fell, the three of them blurred and completely disappeared from the desolate planet.
Left behind were only the messy traces of the battle, proving that a short, one-sided battle had just taken place on this desolate planet.
However, at this time, Whitley was completely unaware that at the Briefs' estate on Earth, a storm, sparked by the gift he had given, and led by three women, was quietly brewing.
And at the center of the storm, that elegant and beautiful angel, Vados, was already prepared for his return.
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