"Vegeta, there's no need to compare these anymore." Son Goku saw Vegeta's awkwardness and hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him. "Super Saiyan 4 naturally lasts longer, while Super Saiyan Blue leans more toward explosive power. Their roles are different; there's no absolute strong or weak. As long as you can defeat the enemy, any transformation is the same."
Vegeta said nothing, only snorting coldly, which counted as a tacit agreement with Goku's words. In his heart, Vegeta actually knew that both transformations had their advantages; he was just unwilling to admit that the Super Saiyan Blue he championed had lost to Super Saiyan 4 in terms of "endurance."
Seeing this, Kid Trunks quietly let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly ran to Bulma's side, pulling on her hem and complaining in a low voice, "Mom, Dad is too strict. I was clearly about to win, yet he wouldn't let me use Evolved..."
Bulma rubbed his hair and smiled helplessly. "Your father is just competing with himself; don't mind him. Come, Mom will get you some juice to replenish your energy."
The atmosphere in the courtyard became relaxed again, with only Vegeta still standing there with a frown, wondering about something. He was probably thinking about how to make the endurance of Super Saiyan Blue catch up with Super Saiyan 4.
"Forget it, let's leave it at that for now." Vegeta waved his hand, his tone carrying a bit of impatience, but also hiding a trace of indulgence for his two sons. If they continued fighting, no matter who got hurt, Vegeta wouldn't feel good about it.
Both Trunks almost simultaneously let out a sigh of relief. Future Trunks quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead. Kid Trunks also retracted the blue aura around him, his tense body instantly relaxing. If they had continued fighting, winning wouldn't have looked right, and losing would have been frustrating; fortunately, his father had called a stop in time. Kid Trunks secretly felt lucky, stealing a glance at his future self, his eyes still carrying a bit of defiance.
"Trunks, you must be exhausted, right?" Mai, holding a clean napkin, walked quickly to Future Trunks' side. She stood on her tiptoes and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, her movements tender and her eyes full of heartache.
Kid Trunks watched from the side with wide eyes, full of envy. So when I grow up, my girlfriend is this gentle!
Kid Trunks hurriedly approached, tilting his small face up and bringing his sweaty cheek in front of Mai, shouting crisply, "Me too, me too! Sister Mai, I'm sweating too!"
Mai: "..."
Looking at Kid Trunks' expectant little face, Mai couldn't help but giggle. She reached out and gently rubbed his soft cheek, carefully wiping away the sweat with the tissue, her tone soft. "Alright, Kid Trunks is wiped clean too. What a good boy."
Kid Trunks was instantly satisfied, cheering secretly in his heart. My future wife really is so considerate!
Kid Trunks tilted his small face up and asked curiously, "Sister Mai, where are you during this period? I want to find you in advance and be friends with you!"
"Huh? Where am I?" Mai pointed to her own nose, looking blank, then shook her head helplessly. "Well... I don't know where I am right now either."
"Then I'm going to sleep with you tonight!" Kid Trunks rubbed his small hands, his eyes sparkling and his expression full of anticipation, completely not feeling that there was anything wrong with these words.
Mai: "..."
Future Trunks: "..."
Future Trunks silently facepalmed, a drop of cold sweat sliding down his temple. Younger me, this is a bit too much! That's my girlfriend; I haven't even slept with her yet, and you're the first to bring it up? If you really sleep with her, wouldn't I be cuckolding myself?
"Alright, alright, alright. Sister will sleep with you tonight." Mai didn't think much of it, taking it as a child's spoiled behavior, and agreed with a smile. In Mai's eyes, Kid Trunks was just a child who needed care; sleeping together was no big deal. Besides, this child was Trunks' younger self, and he looked quite cute.
"Mai... you..." Future Trunks wanted to cry but had no tears, feeling his head turning a faint shade of green, yet not knowing how to argue back. He couldn't exactly hold a grudge against a child, could he? Especially since it was his younger self.
"Trunks, usually the two of us sleep together. If you're going to sleep with Sister Mai, I want to sleep with Sister Mai too!" Son Goten also joined in the fun, pulling on Kid Trunks' arm with an aggrieved face.
"No way! Mai is the wife of my future self; only I can sleep with her, you can't!" Kid Trunks glared at Son Goten with annoyance, like a small beast protecting its food.
"Why not? Aren't we best friends?" Son Goten blinked his innocent big eyes and asked naively.
Kid Trunks wrinkled his small brow and pondered for a long time before coming up with a reason. "This... this is like... have you ever seen your mom sleep with a man other than Uncle Goku? Definitely not! Mai is my wife; she can only sleep with me!"
"It seems there really hasn't been." Son Goten nodded, half-understanding.
Then, Son Goten subconsciously glanced in Bulma's direction. Bulma's pretty face instantly darkened, and her heart skipped a beat. Goten, why are you looking at me? Why do I have a bad premonition?
"I remember Uncle Yamcha saying that he and Auntie Bulma... used to sleep together?" Son Goten scratched his head and muttered thoughtfully. His voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for everyone present to hear.
"Goten, stop fooling around! Don't talk nonsense!" Son Gohan's expression changed, and he hurriedly rushed over to grab his brother, reaching out to cover his mouth, afraid he would say something else shocking. Why does this kid blurt out everything?
Vegeta's face instantly turned green, the air pressure around him dropped sharply, and the veins on his forehead popped out as the anger in his heart surged upward. Yamcha! That fellow actually dared to sleep with Bulma? And you blurt out everything! You just wait; I hope I don't run into you, or I won't let you off!
Bulma's face was even darker, several veins popping out on her forehead. She stood there awkwardly, not knowing where to put her hands. This was so many years ago; how did Goten dig it up?
"Brother, why won't you let me speak? What I said is true!" Son Goten pushed away Son Gohan's hand and asked with an aggrieved face.
"Don't talk, come with me!" Son Gohan said with a stern face, forcibly pulling Son Goten away, secretly feeling lucky. Fortunately, I didn't let him continue, or Auntie Bulma and Uncle Vegeta would definitely have started fighting. This family might have broken up then!
Just then, a figure descended from the sky, landing steadily in the courtyard, and greeted them with a laugh. "Haha, long time no see! Everyone's here!"
Everyone looked up and saw it was Yamcha. Additionally, Yamcha was holding a young girl in his arms. The girl looked to be in her early twenties, with a slender figure and delicate features, her face carrying a bit of shyness.
One must know that Yamcha was now in his forties, yet he had found such a young and beautiful girlfriend. Clearly, he had come over specifically to show off. Although Yamcha wasn't young, he was well-maintained, still looking like a handsome middle-aged man, and he was well-off and hadn't lost his skills. Not long ago, he had even performed a "hero saving the beauty" act, rescuing the girl who was surrounded by ten thugs. The two had quickly established a relationship.
"Goku is here too. Long time no see; I've really missed you guys." Yamcha laughed at Son Goku and the others, then waved at Bulma, his tone natural. "Bulma, after all these years, you're still so young and beautiful. Are you doing well?"
Bulma: "..."
Bulma was gnashing her teeth in hatred, her hands clenched tightly. If not for her image, she would have really wanted to go up and give Yamcha a punch. Vegeta's face was ashen, and he said nothing with a dark face, but the aura around him was rising frantically, carrying a hint of cold killing intent—clearly, he was on the verge of exploding.
"I was wondering who it was; isn't it Yamcha? It really has been a long time. How have you been lately?" Son Goku, however, didn't notice anything wrong and nodded with a smile, greeting him warmly.
"Quite well. Let me introduce everyone; this is my new girlfriend, Lanxin." Yamcha smiled proudly, hugging the girl in his arms, then said to Lanxin, "Lanxin, they are all my best friends. That one is Bulma, the eldest daughter of Capsule Corp. I told you about her; we used to have a very good relationship."
"He... hello everyone, my name is Lanxin. I'm very glad to meet you." Lanxin bowed somewhat shyly, her voice thin and her eyes full of nervousness.
The courtyard fell silent instantly; no one spoke. Everyone's gaze was focused on Vegeta and Bulma, clearly feeling the low pressure around them.
Yamcha finally noticed something was wrong. He looked at Vegeta's "wanting to eat someone" gaze and felt the frantically rising aura on him, and his heart skipped a beat. What's going on? Why is Vegeta so angry?
"Vegeta... are you okay? Why is your face so pale? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?" Yamcha, not knowing the reason, thought Vegeta was sick and asked out of kindness.
SHING!
Vegeta's figure instantly vanished from the spot, and the next second he appeared directly in front of Yamcha, his speed so fast he left an afterimage. Vegeta had reached the limit of his endurance!
Yamcha was startled and hurriedly took two steps back. Lanxin, in his arms, was also frightened by this sudden movement, clutching Yamcha's clothes with a blank expression.
THUD!
Vegeta didn't waste words, landing a heavy punch squarely on Yamcha's chest. He controlled the force perfectly—enough to make Yamcha suffer, but not enough to kill him outright.
"Pfft..."
Yamcha instantly spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward and slamming heavily onto the ground. He grimaced in pain, unable to crawl up for a long time. "Vegeta, what are you doing? Ouch!"
Since the end of the Cell Games, Yamcha hadn't experienced much combat. Although he hadn't given up training over the years, his battle power remained around a few thousand—top-tier among ordinary humans, but worlds apart from Vegeta. If that punch had been at Vegeta's full power, he would have been obliterated long ago.
"Vegeta, let me! This fellow needs a lesson too!" Bulma rushed forward, rolling up her sleeves, and unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks on the grounded Yamcha, showing no mercy.
Yamcha was beaten into a daze, completely bewildered. What did I do wrong? Why was I suddenly double-teamed by these two?
Lanxin stood to the side, cold sweat dripping from her forehead, her heart full of confusion. Are these the "best friends" Yamcha talked about? Their way of greeting is a bit too special... they're clearly just beating him up!
The Underworld, King Yemma's Palace.
After Zamasu's body was destroyed by Bardock, his soul drifted to the Underworld to report. However, relying on his former status as the North Kai, he forcibly cut to the front of the line, standing at the very head with an arrogant expression.
"Uh, you... you are Lord Zamasu, the North Kai of Universe 10?" King Yemma recognized him at a glance, hurriedly standing up from his seat and walking forward respectfully to bow to Zamasu's soul form. After all, a Kai is one rank higher than King Yemma; he didn't dare be negligent.
"Since you know my identity, you should know what to do. Arrange a proper place for me," Zamasu snorted coldly, his voice icy and filled with divine arrogance, completely disregarding King Yemma.
"Then... how about I arrange for you to go to Heaven? Heaven has a beautiful environment and dedicated staff to serve you; it's most suitable for a Lord Kai like yourself," King Yemma asked with a flattering face, afraid of making Zamasu unhappy.
"Where else! Do you expect a dignified God like me to go to that filthy Hell?" Zamasu asked back with a cold face, his tone full of disdain and anger.
"I wouldn't dare! I absolutely wouldn't dare!" King Yemma hurriedly waved his hands in a panic, turning to the two ogres beside him to order, "What are you two still standing here for? Hurry up and respectfully take Lord Zamasu to Heaven! If you neglect the Lord Kai, watch your skins!"
"Yes! King Yemma!" The two ogres hurriedly stepped forward, bowing deeply to Zamasu's soul form with an extremely humble attitude. "Lord Zamasu, please follow us. We will take you to Heaven right now."
Zamasu snorted coldly and followed the two ogres toward the entrance to Heaven, his heart full of hatred. Bardock! The fellow who killed me, you just wait! If I can ever be resurrected, I will make you wish you were dead. I'll make you pay for everything you've done!
However, just as the two ogres were about to lead Zamasu into the entrance of Heaven—
SHING!
A flash of light appeared, and Kibito arrived with Bardock, instantly blocking their path. Seeing Zamasu's soul form, a slight curve appeared at the corner of Bardock's mouth, his eyes filled with cold killing intent.
Zamasu also instantly recognized Bardock. His soul form trembled violently, his face turning extremely ugly, and his voice shook. "You... you're going too far! I'm already dead, I've become a soul, and you still chase me here? Can't you leave me even a shred of dignity?"
"In the future, you slaughtered countless lives and wanted to destroy the mortals of the entire universe. You've done so many unforgivable things; leaving your soul is a hidden danger." Bardock's tone was icy, without a hint of sympathy. Energy began to gather in his hand, a pale blue orb slowly forming in his palm. "To be safe, it's better to completely erase your soul."
"Wait... wait a minute! You can't kill me!" Zamasu panicked, hurriedly waving his hands, his soul form swaying from fear. "I am a God, and you are just an ordinary Saiyan. Killing a God is against the law!"
"Is that so? I thought you'd say something useful; it seems I expected too much." Bardock remained expressionless, the energy orb in his hand suddenly surging. "Since you have no last words, then die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Bardock hurled the energy orb directly at Zamasu's soul form. The two ogres were scared out of their wits and didn't dare stay, scrambling away in a panic.
BOOM!
The energy orb accurately hit Zamasu's soul form. With a loud explosion, Zamasu's soul shattered on the spot, turning into countless pale blue specks of light that slowly dissipated in the air. There was no longer any possibility of reassembling. This time, the Zamasu of this world was truly and completely dead.
"Let's go back; the matter is settled." Bardock walked to Kibito's side, his tone calm. With Zamasu's soul completely eliminated, there was finally no need to worry about the future of this world being thrown into chaos again.
"Alright, Mr. Bardock." Kibito nodded, placing a hand on Bardock's shoulder as the pale light of teleportation enveloped them.
SHING!
In a flash of light, the two returned to Earth, landing precisely in the courtyard of the Capsule Corp headquarters. By this time, the chaos in the courtyard had subsided. Yamcha sat to the side, bruised and swollen, rubbing his chest, while the expressions of Vegeta and Bulma were still not very pleasant.
"Father? You're back!" Son Goku saw Bardock and immediately went forward excitedly, his eyes carrying a hint of expectation. "Is the matter with Zamasu settled?"
Bardock nodded slightly without saying much. He was never one for words; a single gesture was enough to explain everything.
"Mr. Kibito is here too? Hello, hello, thank you for your hard work." Son Goku turned to Kibito, greeting him warmly.
"Mr. Goku, I still have things to attend to, so I'll take my leave." As Kibito spoke, his gaze subconsciously swept over the battered Yamcha, a strange expression appearing on his face. Who is this? Why was he beaten so badly? Did he get into a fight? However, Kibito didn't ask further; after all, this was the Earthlings' family business.
After bidding everyone farewell, Kibito immediately used Kai-Kai to leave Earth, flying toward the depths of the universe. He still had to find delicacies for Beerus; he couldn't delay.
Kibito soon found the cosmic restaurant that Broly usually frequented, bought a basket full of specialty delicacies, and hurried back to the Sacred World of the Kai.
At this time, on the land of the Sacred World of the Kai, Beerus was using the unconscious Broly as a stool, sitting on his back while casually taking a bite of the delicacies Kibito had brought back. Beerus smacked his lips, but his brow gradually furrowed, a look of dissatisfaction appearing on his face. The taste wasn't as good as he had imagined.
"Lord Beerus... do these delicacies not suit your palate?" The Supreme Kai stood to the side, asking nervously, his palms sweating.
"I can only say they're so-so, barely edible. They're not as delicious as I imagined!" Beerus put down the food, his tone full of disdain. "They're not even as good as the home-cooked meals made by Son Goku's wife, Chi-Chi."
"Kibito, are you sure this food is what Broly usually likes best?" The Supreme Kai turned to ask Kibito, a hint of suspicion in his eyes. Could Kibito have bought the wrong thing?
"Yes, Lord Supreme Kai, I bought them at the shop Broly likes." Kibito nodded vigorously, his tone certain, afraid of being seen as incompetent.
"Well... perhaps Lord Beerus's taste is different from Broly's; after all, everyone has different preferences." Old Kai hurriedly smoothed things over, giving a reasonable analysis to ease the awkward atmosphere.
"Hmph, what a waste of my anticipation. I thought it would be much better!" Beerus was unhappy and picked up another pastry, taking two bites. However, the more he ate, the more he found it unpalatable, and he soon showed a look of utter disgust.
"Pah! Pah!" Beerus spat out the food directly, even rolling his eyes as if he had eaten something foul.
The Supreme Kai, Old Kai, and Kibito stood to the side, their mouths twitching, not daring to speak. They knew Beerus's temper too well; whoever spoke now might become his punching bag.
"Forget it, I'll go to Earth to eat something. At least the food Bulma makes is decent." Beerus stood up and couldn't help but yawn.
"Lord Beerus... then I'll use Kai-Kai to send you to Earth right now?" the Supreme Kai hurriedly suggested.
"Fine, saves me the flight." Beerus didn't object, speaking lazily.
"But Lord Beerus, Goku and the others are currently at Miss Bulma's house. If you go now, you'll just make it in time for a meal," Kibito added.
"Bulma? That's Vegeta's wife, right? How is her cooking, really?" Beerus asked again, a hint of expectation in his tone.
"I've heard it's very good. You'll know once you try it; it definitely won't disappoint you." The Supreme Kai scratched his head and answered with a smile.
Beerus yawned again, patting his mouth and taking a long stretch, his bones making a "creak-creak" sound. After a pause, Beerus's eyes suddenly grew misty, and his steps became a bit unsteady. "No, no, the sleepiness is hitting me. I have to take a nap first, or I'll fall asleep halfway there."
After saying this, Beerus looked around, his gaze suddenly locking onto a large tree in the center of the courtyard. The tree was lush and looked very suitable for sleeping.
FLIP!
Beerus leaped lightly like a flexible cat, jumping directly onto a thick branch. He hooked his furry tail around the trunk, hung upside down, and closed his eyes to sleep soundly.
"Snore... snore..."
In just a few seconds, even snoring could be heard from Beerus; he was clearly already in a deep sleep.
Old Kai stood under the tree, wanting to cry but having no tears. This is just great! Broly hasn't left yet, and now we've got this ancestor Beerus staying here too! The problem is, with Beerus sleeping in the Sacred World of the Kai, how can we have any sense of security? What if he sneezes in his sleep and destroys the entire Sacred World of the Kai? Who would we even go to for justice?
The Supreme Kai and Kibito also stood to the side, their mouths twitching and their faces turning very ugly. Beerus staying here was simply a time bomb.
To be continued…
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