A new day had begun.
After getting out of bed, Whitley was leaning on the doorframe with one hand, the other pressed firmly against the small of his back, wincing as he walked out of the room.
His usually spirited face was now filled with the exhaustion of being completely drained.
"Hiss... that almost killed me..."
He muttered under his breath, feeling as if his waist had been run over by a truck repeatedly. Every step was accompanied by an indescribable sour ache.
It was true that he was a Saiyan with explosive stamina, endurance, and combat power! But... even he couldn't handle the two of them teaming up!
What's more, one of them was an android with infinite energy, and the other was an angel with unfathomably deep power!
Under the combined assault of Vados and No. 18, Whitley, for the first time, had a tiny sliver of doubt about his racial talents.
These two women, one was elegant with an irresistible assertiveness, the other was direct and passionate as fire!
When they worked together, it was simply... a seamless partnership that had nearly taken Whitley's old life!
He couldn't help but look back at the large bed in the room.
No. 18's golden hair was spread out on the pillow, one fair arm wrapped around Vados, sleeping soundly.
And Vados, held in her embrace, had a faint, satisfied smile on her beautiful face, as if she had no objection to this sleeping position.
Whitley's mouth twitched.
What objection could she have? After all, last night...
Ahem, it was precisely through the tireless efforts of him, the hardworking farmer, that these two had truly broken through that barrier of unfamiliarity.
They had directly evolved from love rivals to comrades in the same trench, or in more common terms, the two women had become bona fide "sworn sisters."
Whitley, the instigator, rubbed his still-throbbing temples and secretly calculated, "That's just two... if Bulma completely joins the fray in the future..."
With a deep sense of worry about the future, and... a hint of secret anticipation? Whitley walked into the bathroom with slightly unsteady steps.
After splashing his face with cold water, he finally felt a little more awake.
Then he went to the dining room and began to feast.
He ate this breakfast with such dedication that he had caused three of the chef robots to smoke!
After eating and drinking his fill, he felt his stamina had recovered a lot, and his waist didn't seem to hurt anymore! Was this the legendary Saiyan constitution?
Whitley patted his stomach. He had originally planned to go straight to the Sacred World of the Kais, but on second thought, he decided to go to the lab to see Bulma first.
Based on his understanding of Bulma, she didn't know he was back and had probably pulled an all-nighter in the lab again.
Sure enough, the moment he pushed open the lab door, Whitley saw Bulma with faint dark circles under her eyes, staring at a pile of complex data and a holographic screen, constantly pulling at her hair.
She was still wearing yesterday's clothes, and her hair was a little messy, a standard scientist look.
"Huh? Whitley? You're back?"
Bulma heard the noise and looked up, her eyes still a little dazed, her brain clearly still immersed in a large amount of data. "Alright, alright, don't nag me. I know it's morning. I'll go eat breakfast and then sleep, I promise!"
She said this quickly, her tone full of perfunctory-ness.
Whitley looked at her like this, and the little bit of guilt he felt from his "extracurricular activities" was instantly replaced by heartache.
He walked up and gently stroked Bulma's slightly tired but still youthful and beautiful cheek.
The touch of her plump, elastic skin made his heart soften.
"Let's go, stop working."
He took Bulma's hand without another word, his tone carrying a touch of unquestionable firmness. "I'm going to watch you finish your breakfast, and then you're going back to the room to sleep immediately!"
"Huh? Wait... this data is almost..."
Bulma was still trying to struggle, but Whitley didn't give her a chance and directly picked her up from the chair, striding quickly towards the dining room.
In the dining room, after watching Bulma finish her breakfast, Whitley picked her up again and, without a word, walked towards the bedroom.
As they passed through the garden, they bumped into Mrs. Briefs, who was holding a cup of coffee with a leisurely expression.
"Oh my, oh my~"
Mrs. Briefs looked at Whitley holding her daughter, a knowing and teasing smile on her face. "I never would have thought that our little Whitley, even after having other women, would still dote on our Bulma so much~ Your relationship is truly enviable~"
Whitley stumbled and almost fell.
His old face flushed red, so embarrassed that he wished he could find a hole to crawl into!
Th-this... how was he supposed to answer this?
Was he supposed to explain to his mother-in-law that "actually, I was the passive one" or... "they started it"?
He could only let out a dry laugh and nod, mumbling, "Uh... as I should, as I should..."
Then he quickened his pace and fled back to the room with Bulma.
Bulma, in Whitley's arms, saw the窘迫 expression on his face clearly and couldn't help but let out a "pfft" of laughter. Her earlier fatigue seemed to have dissipated quite a bit.
Whitley pretended not to hear her laugh, gently placed her on the soft, large bed, and carefully tucked her in, nagging like a mother hen. "Remember, you're not allowed to go to the lab today! Get some good sleep! And to prevent you from secretly sneaking over... I'm taking No. 21 with me."
"Huh?!"
Bulma heard this and immediately poked her head out from the blanket, looking at him in surprise. "Where are you taking that crazy woman? You're not... you're not getting any bad ideas just because she's pretty, are you? I'm telling you, Whitley! I can barely tolerate No. 18, Vados, and the others! But that crazy woman with an unstable mind who's always thinking about turning people into donuts! I will absolutely not agree!"
Whitley looked at Bulma's protective... oh no, her tense appearance of maintaining family harmony, and was at a loss for whether to laugh or cry.
He sighed helplessly and gently flicked her on the forehead. "What are you thinking about all day? Am I that desperate?"
He said irritably, "I'm taking her with me to see if there's a way to restore her sanity! I have to give an account to Zeno and the Grand Priest too. Don't worry, I promise you, I will absolutely not have any improper thoughts about her!"
Under Whitley's repeated, sworn promises, Bulma finally relaxed a little, half-convinced.
She pursed her lips and waved her hand. "Alright, alright, I'll trust you this once. I'm going to sleep. You can go if you want."
Whitley bent down and gently kissed her smooth, delicate cheek, saying softly, "Get some good rest."
Only then did he turn and gently leave, closing the door behind him.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Bulma buried herself completely in the soft blanket. Smelling the faint scent of sunshine and Whitley on the blanket, a contented curve appeared on her lips.
She slowly closed her eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Whitley left Bulma's room and went straight to the lab.
He operated the control panel somewhat clumsily and awakened Android 21 from her hibernation state.
The pod door opened, and the white, cold air dissipated. The long, pink-haired No. 21 slowly opened her eyes.
Her light pink eyes, after an initial moment of confusion, almost instantly locked onto Whitley!
That familiar, fervent gaze, as if seeing the most exquisite delicacy in the world, reappeared!
"Hee hee... the non-existent warrior... delicious..."
She muttered indistinctly and struggled to lunge forward.
Whitley's eyes were quick. With a thought, his pure divine ki instantly spread out like invisible shackles, firmly imprisoning No. 21 in place. This time, he deliberately increased the force, so that No. 21 couldn't even move a finger.
"Sigh, still so restless..."
Whitley muttered, grabbing No. 21 by the scruff of her neck like a cat. "I have to keep you close. If I'm not careful and you slip away and cause some big incident of tasting Earth's delicacies, that would be a huge joke!"
He held the divinely bound No. 21, who could only stare at him and drool, and with a flick of his body, he used Instant Transmission.
Swoosh!
The next moment, he and No. 21's figures appeared on the peaceful, grassy land of the Sacred World of the Kais.
"Whitley-san! You're here! Are... are you okay!"
The young Supreme Kai, Shin, sensed his ki and immediately ran over, a concerned look on his face as he looked at Whitley.
And then... his gaze fell on the pink-haired woman Whitley was holding.
"Ah? This..."
Shin's expression instantly became extremely colorful. He opened his mouth but couldn't form a complete sentence for a long time.
He recognized her. Wasn't this the illegal intruder from another timeline at the Tournament of Power? Why would Whitley bring her here?
Could it be... the two of them were on a... a date in the Sacred World of the Kais?
Whitley-san... just one day after angering Lord Vados, who had been personally bestowed a marriage by Lord Zeno, and the very next day... he's out on a date with another girl of a completely different style?
And this girl... seems to be in a very unstable mental state?
This move... is too... too amazing, isn't it?! Could it be that when a strong warrior deals with matters of the heart, his methods are also so different?
Whitley saw Shin's speechless expression, as if he were looking at a time-management master who was about to crash and burn, and knew that this kid was definitely not thinking anything good.
He explained irritably, "Hey! What's with that look? What are you thinking! I brought her here on official business, not the kind of messy relationship you're thinking of!"
Shin immediately nodded his head like a pecking chicken. "Yes, yes! Whitley-san, I understand! I completely understand!"
Internally: I understand that you must have your reasons, or have... a special preference?
Whitley looked at his "I get it, I get it" expression and was so angry he almost wanted to hit him. "You understand my ass! Forget it, I can't be bothered to argue with you."
He sighed in frustration and decisively changed the subject. "By the way, why don't I see that guy Babidi? Don't tell me he ran away?"
He didn't have Babidi's real-time coordinates now. If this old geezer had really slipped away, it would take some effort to find him again.
"Don't worry, Whitley-san!" Shin quickly assured him. "The ancestor personally placed a seal on Babidi. It's absolutely foolproof, he can't escape!"
As they spoke, they arrived at the place where Babidi was being held.
The small Babidi was enveloped in a ball of pure and condensed divine light, looking like an insect encased in amber.
Whitley sensed that divine power and was instantly a little surprised!
The purity of this divine power was actually a few degrees purer than his own strength?!
"Tsk, the Old Kai is, as expected of an old-brand god who has lived for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, he really has a few tricks up his sleeve."
Whitley nodded to himself.
"Let's go, let's go straight to Earth and deal with the Majin Buu matter quickly," Whitley said to Shin. "I still have a bunch of... hmm, a bunch of things waiting for me at home."
He thought of No. 18, who had been so honest with him last night.
He had just enjoyed himself and hadn't even given her a proper promise. That was indeed not right.
Shin hesitated for a moment and finally suggested, "That... should we bring Kibito along too? In case... I mean, just in case, if an accident really happens, it's good to have Kibito there as backup."
Whitley waved his hand and said strangely, "Why bring him? It would be better to bring Goku and Vegeta! What accident could happen with a Buu who has been sealed for who knows how many years? Relax, I'm here! Let's go."
He held the restrained No. 21 in one hand and placed his other hand on the shoulder of Shin, who was holding Babidi. "Alright, let's go!"
With a swoosh, the four figures vanished from the Sacred World of the Kais in an instant.
Less than a few seconds after they had left, Kibito's figure appeared with a "swoosh" at the spot where they had just been standing. "Huh? Lord Supreme Kai isn't here? I thought I just felt Lord Supreme Kai calling me..." Kibito scratched his head and muttered to himself in confusion.
But before Kibito could be confused for long, a powerful and somewhat impatient voice came from the distance. "Kibito! Where did you run off to again?! Lord Beerus has just destroyed another misshapen star system! That kid Shin is busy, so this time you're coming with me to create a new star to fill the void! Hurry up!"
Kibito was startled and immediately stood up straight, responding loudly, "Yes, Ancestor! I'm coming right away!"
Swoosh! His figure also vanished in an instant, and he quickly went to do his backup work.
...
On Earth, in a desolate and rocky barren mountain.
Whitley, Shin, and the held No. 21, as well as Babidi, who was floating beside them like a balloon, all appeared here.
Following Babidi's reluctant guidance, they found the deeply hidden Buu egg that sealed Majin Buu.
The giant egg was dark pink, its surface covered in strange patterns, and it stood there quietly.
It also exuded a very strange and ominous aura.
The Supreme Kai, Shin, looked at this legendary monster's container, and his Adam's apple bobbed subconsciously. Fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.
He leaned close to Whitley and whispered in a voice tinged with an imperceptible tremor, "Wh-Whitley-san... are we really going to undo the seal directly? I remember... haven't you already mastered the power of destruction? Why don't we just use destruction and annihilate this egg along with the Buu inside? Don't you think that would be... a little safer?"
Whitley almost laughed in anger at Shin's cowardly appearance.
He turned his head and looked at this Supreme Kai as if he were an idiot. "I say, you... you're a Supreme Kai, after all, can you have a little bit of backbone? You don't really think... that I, Whitley, can't even beat a Buu who has been sealed for who knows how many years, do you?"
Shin was a little embarrassed by Whitley's look.
But recalling Whitley's all-crushing performance at the Tournament of Power, the big stone that had been hanging in his heart finally settled a little.
He chuckled sheepishly and didn't dare to say any more.
"I remember... this thing needs to absorb enough energy to be unsealed, right?"
Whitley turned his gaze to the floating Babidi and asked in a flat tone.
Having been tortured by the disgusting divine power for two days, the listless Babidi replied weakly, "Y-yes, you are right, Lord... God of Destruction."
"Then let's just get started, to save the trouble."
Whitley didn't waste any more words and walked up, placing one hand on the Buu egg.
He channeled the ki in his body and began to slowly inject it into the Buu egg.
He had thought that this egg would need a massive amount of energy to be filled, but the result...
Pop—
The energy transfer had just begun for less than two seconds when a sound of being overwhelmed came from the surface of the Buu egg.
Then, a crack quickly spread out from the spot where Whitley's palm was pressing!
"Ah, this..."
Whitley himself was stunned for a moment. "It can't take this much? I've only just started!"
"Buu... Buu!!!"
In contrast to Whitley's astonishment, the floating Babidi was now trembling with excitement, as if he had been revived.
His gaze was obsessively fixed on the constantly cracking eggshell, and the pink, viscous energy that began to seep from the cracks.
Although he knew in his heart that against this God of Destruction, Whitley, Buu's chances of winning were extremely slim.
But!
This was Majin Buu!
The magical creation that their family had spent countless efforts on, their greatest pride!
To be able to witness the birth of this great work before he died, he, Babidi, would have no regrets in this life!
Whitley ignored the excited Babidi.
He stroked his chin and watched as the pink substance gradually began to condense.
It finally turned into a round, pink, chubby figure wearing a small vest and white pants, looking a bit like the Mi-XX tire mascot... Fat Buu.
Looking at this Fat Buu, who even looked a little cute, a bold idea suddenly popped into Whitley's mind.
He stroked his chin and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear, "I wonder if Mrs. Briefs would like this kind of round pet? She seems to have always wanted to raise something special. This pink fatty should be special enough, right? She should... like it, right?"
The moment this thought appeared, it was a little hard to stop.
Whitley had always wanted to find a powerful bodyguard for the Briefs' estate, especially during the Tournament of Power.
At that time, almost all the high-end combat power on Earth had been mobilized. Only Dr. and Mrs. Briefs and a bunch of robots with a battle power of approximately zero were left at home.
At that time, he was worried that some unscrupulous enemy would take advantage of their absence and sneak in.
When they had happily won the tournament, eating hot pot and singing songs, and then found that their home had been robbed... that would have been the end.
Now, this Fat Buu's strength was barely qualified, and he seemed easy to please.
This ready-made bodyguard had just presented himself on a silver platter!
But...
Whitley looked down at No. 21, who was still restrained but whose eyes had never left him.
"Sigh, I'd better cure this crazy woman first..."
Whitley sighed in his heart.
He casually placed No. 21 on a relatively clean and flat rock nearby, making sure that the divine power restraint was still firm.
Then he took a few steps forward and came to the just-born Fat Buu, who was looking around with a bewildered expression.
Whitley forced a smile that he thought was the most harmless and even took out a pile of very tempting pudding from the capsule on his body and handed it over.
"Hey, little fatty, are you hungry? Want to try this? This is called pudding, it's delicious."
"Huh?!" X2
His sudden act of feeding directly baffled both the Supreme Kai, Shin, behind him and the floating Babidi.
Both of them had a dumbfounded expression, as if they were suspecting that they had had an auditory hallucination.
Th-this... this is not the right style!
Where's the God of Destruction's forceful suppression of the world-destroying demon?
Why did it suddenly turn into a kindergarten teacher coaxing a child?!
Babidi's eyes suddenly darted around, as if he had seen through the truth!
His face instantly burst with ecstatic joy, and he let out a sharp and ear-piercing laugh. "Hahahahaha!!! I see! I see!! You're suddenly acting so nice, putting on this kind and gentle face, it must be because you've found that you're no match for Buu! Right?! You're just a candidate God of Destruction, not a real God of Destruction! Your power is not enough to fight the perfect Majin Buu! You're scared! Hahahahaha!!!!"
The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and he shouted at the still-dazed Buu, "Buu! It's me! I am your master, Babidi! Come and save me! Kill that hypocritical guy in front of you!!!"
"Tsk!"
Whitley turned impatiently and looked at the crazed Babidi as if he were a clown. His tone was still flat. "I say, Babidi... is there any possibility?"
Babidi continued to shout, "You bastard! If you don't want to die, let me go immediately! Otherwise, Buu will definitely kill you! Buu! Hurry up and do it!! Come and save me first!!!"
Whitley sighed helplessly, too lazy to waste any more words, and directly pronounced his sentence. "I am indeed a candidate God of Destruction. But, which idiot told you that a candidate God of Destruction... must be weaker than an official God of Destruction?"
He paused and threw out a piece of news that was like a thunderbolt to Babidi. "In the spar with Beerus before, it was I, this candidate God of Destruction, who won, you know."
"Wh-what?!!"
The wild laughter and arrogance on Babidi's face instantly froze, and his expression was instantly filled with extreme horror and disbelief! "No... impossible! Absolutely impossible! You're lying to me! You must be lying to me! How could the God of Destruction, Beerus, lose to you..."
Whitley had completely lost his patience.
Communicating with this kind of guy who lived in his own fantasy was a complete waste of time.
He directly raised his right hand, his palm aimed at Babidi, his eyes suddenly becoming icy. "Babidi! In your next life, remember to be a better person."
BOOM————!!!!
A white torrent of energy instantly erupted from Whitley's palm and hit Babidi in an instant!
"AHHH!!!!!!"
This time, Whitley deliberately controlled the intensity of the energy output.
He let Babidi, in his complete annihilation, let out a final, desperate and unwilling scream!
The white light engulfed everything. When the light dissipated, only a void was left in its place.
The evil wizard Babidi, who was dedicated to ruling the universe with Buu, along with his ambitions and fantasies, was turned into cosmic dust, completely and utterly gone.
After dealing with this noisy guy, Whitley's expression did not change.
He turned around again, and that strange uncle's kind smile reappeared on his face as he looked at Fat Buu, who was still standing there, tilting his large head, his small eyes filled with curiosity.
Fat Buu didn't seem to care at all about what had just happened.
His attention was now completely drawn to the sweet-smelling, wobbly pink object in Whitley's hand.
He pointed a chubby finger at the pudding and then asked in a slightly silly, indistinct voice, "What's pudding? Is it yummy?"
Seeing this, the smile on Whitley's face grew even brighter.
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