After a full day of competition, it was now dinnertime.
At this moment, in the spectator stands representing Universes 1 through 12, with the exception of the already erased Universe 9, all the other gods and eliminated warriors were showing off their skills!
Everyone had taken out the food they had prepared in advance and began to wolf it down on the spot.
And on the supreme divine throne, the small figure of Lord Zeno also stirred slightly.
He touched his round belly, and a barely audible "grumble~~~" was heard.
The Grand Priest, who was standing at his side, was constantly monitoring Zeno's condition.
After sensing the current time, he elegantly stepped forward, bowed slightly, and asked in a gentle and respectful tone, "Lord Zeno, it is now time for your meal. When would you like to dine? Today's food is prepared from the delicacies of Earth, strongly recommended by my unworthy son, Whis. He said... these foods will surely bring you a surprise."
Although Lord Zeno's stomach was a little hungry, he was currently engrossed in the show—
Especially seeing Toppo from Universe 11 rampaging across the stage like a "demon," constantly eliminating opponents. Lord Zeno's small face was flushed with excitement.
Only after hearing the Grand Priest's inquiry did he snap out of the intense battle.
At this moment, Lord Zeno's brow furrowed in conflict. He looked at the ring, then thought of the "surprise" the Grand Priest had mentioned. In the end, his appetite and curiosity won out.
"Okay," Lord Zeno nodded his small head, his tone a little reluctant. "Then I'll give it a try."
However, he immediately remembered something else and looked up at the Grand Priest to ask, "Speaking of which, Grand Priest. It seems that many of the people from Universe 7 participating in the Tournament of Power are from Earth. Is that right?"
"That is correct, Lord Zeno."
The Grand Priest smiled and nodded in confirmation, while at the same time gesturing to the guards behind him to notify the chefs to prepare the dishes. "Most of Universe 7's contestants are indeed from Earth. It is... a very interesting planet."
As he spoke, a small, exquisite dining table was quickly placed beside Zeno's divine throne.
One after another, Earth delicacies, perfect in color, aroma, and taste, were carefully presented by the guards.
Mapo Tofu, spring rolls, roast duck...
All the food was dazzlingly arranged on the small table, and an extremely rich aroma instantly filled the air.
Zeno had originally just had a "let's try it" attitude towards the food. After all, the food from the top chefs in the universe, although exquisite, always lacked that "sense of surprise" that would whet his appetite.
He picked up a small spoon and, after a moment's hesitation, first scooped up a spoonful of the bright red, exceptionally tempting Mapo Tofu and carefully brought it to his mouth.
The next second, Zeno's large eyes instantly widened!
"Mmm!!!"
An unprecedented aroma exploded in his small mouth!
The tenderness of the tofu, the savoriness of the minced meat, the richness of the sauce, and that perfect numbing spiciness that made his tongue dance...
It was all so new! So delicious!
"Grand Priest, Grand Priest!"
Zeno waved his small hands excitedly, his cheeks puffed out, and he shouted indistinctly, "This! This is so yummy! I've never tasted anything like this before!"
Seeing His Majesty Zeno finally show such a satisfied and excited expression towards food, the Grand Priest's heart finally settled.
At this moment, seeing Lord Zeno eating with such enjoyment, a slightly doting smile appeared on his face.
Who knows how much effort he and the chefs in the palace had put in before to cater to Lord Zeno's tastes, how many famous chefs from across the universes they had replaced!
And the result was that Zeno would only take a small bite each time, then wrinkle his small face and say he didn't want to eat anymore...
Now it was all good. The fact that Earth's food could suit Lord Zeno's palate so well had solved a long-standing problem for the Grand Priest!
"As long as you like it," the Grand Priest said softly. "There are many other dishes. Lord Zeno can try them all."
"Mm-hmm!"
Zeno nodded vigorously and immediately focused all his attention on the delicacies before him, temporarily pushing even the exciting tournament to the back of his mind.
He ate with great relish, letting out satisfied sounds of praise from time to time.
Just as Zeno was immersed in the joy of his food, the corner of his eye suddenly caught a change on the ring.
He quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, pointed his small finger towards the ring, and shouted excitedly, "Hey! Grand Priest, look! Is Whitley finally going to make a move?"
The Grand Priest immediately turned his gaze to the ring.
Sure enough, Whitley, who had been watching from the sidelines, had now vanished from the mountain peak and appeared in a slightly chaotic battle zone.
He was standing in front of a woman with long pink hair, whose skin also had a pinkish hue.
The two seemed to be talking, and the expression on Whitley's face... seemed to be... very shocked?
The Grand Priest narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully sized up the pink-haired woman who had suddenly appeared.
At this glance, his eyes instantly sharpened.
As the Grand Priest who maintained the order of all the universes, he was all too familiar with the auras and rules of the various time-spaces!
This woman before him, her very existence was out of sync with the "rhythm" of the current time-space!
"Hehe..."
Although the Grand Priest still maintained an elegant smile on his face, his eyes had already turned cold. "A stowaway from another timeline? Stowaway or not, to dare to sneak into the venue of a Tournament of Power personally hosted by Lord Zeno... this is truly, a complete disregard for me and Lord Zeno."
An invisible pressure began to quietly gather around the Grand Priest.
Of course, he would not tolerate such a blatant disregard for the rules of the universe.
Just as the Grand Priest was about to personally step in and take down this uninvited guest who was disrupting the order of the tournament...
"Is the Grand Priest preparing to personally capture that person?"
Zeno, noticing the change in the Grand Priest's ki, asked indistinctly as he chewed on a spring roll.
"Yes, Lord Zeno," the Grand Priest replied respectfully. "This person's actions have seriously violated the rules and should be eliminated immediately as a warning to others."
But at this moment, Zeno had become very interested in this unexpected "interlude."
He swung his legs and waved his small hand. "Let's not act for now, Grand Priest. Look, it seems Whitley knows her. And it looks very interesting! Let's just leave this matter for Whitley to handle!"
After Lord Zeno had spoken, the Grand Priest hesitated.
According to the rules of the universe, he should immediately step in and eliminate this stowaway from another timeline.
But Lord Zeno's will was supreme...
He glanced at Whitley, who was in control of the situation on the ring, then at the expectant Zeno.
In the end, the Grand Priest compromised. He sighed and bowed slightly. "Since Lord Zeno is interested, then as you wish. It is fine to leave it for Whitley-san to handle."
For the Grand Priest, Lord Zeno's mood was more important.
It's just a mortal, after all.
At this moment, on the ring, the atmosphere around Whitley was slightly tense.
Whitley looked at the crazy beauty before him, who was constantly letting out a strange "hee hee hee" laugh—Android 21, and felt a headache coming on.
This woman was no pushover!
She had an almost pathological obsession with "devouring," and her power was strange and unpredictable. She possessed the cells of Majin Buu, giving her extremely strong regenerative abilities and incalculable potential!
No matter how you looked at it, this was an extremely difficult opponent! But for Whitley, it was just a bit tricky.
"Tsk, why would I run into her at this time, in this place?"
Whitley's mind raced. 'Should I just use my divine power to completely annihilate her here and now, to prevent future trouble? Or...'
He took a deep breath, temporarily suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and decided to capture her alive first. He would ask later what had happened to make No. 21 appear at the Tournament of Power.
He turned his head to the wary No. 18, No. 17, and No. 16 behind him and said, "You guys leave this place first, get far away. This enemy... is not someone you can handle right now."
No. 18 looked at No. 21's crazed eyes and the dangerous aura she was emitting and knew that what Whitley said was true. She immediately nodded obediently. "I understand. You be careful."
She called for No. 16 and No. 17 to retreat.
The ever-silent No. 16, however, stared at the pink-glowing donut in No. 21's hand, and his tone carried a hint of an imperceptible tremor. "Whitley, Cell, he..."
Whitley waved his hand, a reassuring smile on his face. "Don't worry, leave it to me. That guy Cell is always calling himself the 'perfect being.' Now that he's met a truly 'perfect' being, it's good for him to suffer a little. Now, you guys get out of here!"
No. 16's eyes flickered a few times. He looked at the donut, then at Whitley, and finally nodded heavily.
"Alright, stop dawdling! Whitley is handling it personally, what are you worried about?"
No. 17 was very direct. As he spoke, he and No. 18 practically dragged the reluctant No. 16 and quickly retreated.
He knew very well that at this level of battle, if they stayed, they would not only be of no help but would also distract Whitley.
After the three of them had retreated to a safe distance, only Whitley, No. 21, and... the Cell-donut, which had lost its human form and was emitting a sweet aroma, were left in the area.
Whitley took two steps forward and stopped in front of No. 21, who was staring at him with an aggressive and greedy gaze.
He held out his hand, his tone calm but filled with an unquestionable power. "Give him to me. I know this is not your true intention in your lucid state."
The moment Whitley's voice fell, the continuous "hee hee hee" laughter of No. 21 stopped abruptly!
She shot her head up, and her eyes, which had been filled with only madness and appetite... now had a hint of extremely hard-to-detect clarity and struggle!
But it was soon overwhelmed by a deeper madness!
She stared at Whitley as if she wanted to see through him from the inside out. Then, as if she had discovered a priceless treasure, she let out an even more excited and crazed laugh. "Hee hee hee hee—hahahahahaha!!!! A non-existent warrior! It's actually a non-existent warrior!!! Hahahahahaha!!! You... you must be very, very delicious!!! Come on! Don't be afraid, be a good boy, and let big sis take a bite! Just a small bite, okay?! I'll definitely hold back this time! I'll definitely hold back from swallowing you in one gulp. I'll slowly, slowly savor you with my tongue!!!!! Hee hee hee hee hahahahahahaha!!!!!"
In her mad words, she casually threw the donut that was Cell to the ground like a piece of trash, her gaze completely locked on Whitley, as if he were the only treasure in the world.
Whitley listened to this creepy "confession" and felt a strange cringe.
Good grief, does this woman really see him as a walking top-tier dessert?
The moment No. 21's voice fell, her figure flashed, and the next moment, she had already appeared in front of Whitley!
Her sharp nails, with a sound of tearing through the air, went straight for Whitley's throat! Her speed was far beyond that of an ordinary expert!
Whitley frowned slightly and just casually raised a hand.
"Smack!"
With a light sound, No. 21's sure-kill blow was easily caught by the wrist by Whitley.
The crazed smile on No. 21's face froze, as if she hadn't expected her attack to be blocked so easily.
Whitley's eyes turned cold. He flicked his wrist, and a skillful force sent No. 21 off balance.
At the same time, his other hand, moving second, arrived first!
A seemingly simple but incredibly powerful straight punch slammed into No. 21's flat abdomen!
"THUD!!!"
A dull sound, like the beating of a drum, was heard!
"Urgh—!!!"
No. 21 let out a pained grunt!
Her entire body was sent flying backward like a broken kite, and finally crashed heavily onto the distant ground with a "boom," kicking up a large cloud of dust.
Her abdomen had actually been blown into a shocking hole by Whitley's punch!
"It hurts! The food... the food actually hit me?! The food dares to hit me!!!!!"
No. 21 struggled to climb out of the crater. She looked down at the hole in her abdomen, her expression showing no fear at all...
She was even more excited!
At this moment, at the site of her terrifying wound, flesh was frantically wriggling. With a few flashes of pink energy, the huge wound was completely healed in the blink of an eye, not even leaving a scar!
"Is this the perverted regenerative ability of Majin Buu's cells?"
Whitley looked at No. 21 with curious eyes, he thought to himself.
"Don't resist! Please don't resist!!! Just let me eat you, okay~ hee hee hee hee!"
No. 21's voice carried a pathological plea, but her subsequent movements became even more violent!
"BOOM!!!!!!!!"
An even larger ki wave suddenly erupted from her body!
An abnormally complex ki, a mixture of the characteristics of Saiyans, Namekians, Frieza, and Majin Buu, shot into the sky!
This ki was much deeper, stronger, and stranger than Cell's!
"Hahahahahaha!!!!"
No. 21 laughed wildly and attacked again!
Her hands turned into afterimages, her legs were like steel whips, and even the tail behind her stabbed at Whitley's vitals like a venomous snake!
Her attacks were chaotic, yet fast and ruthless, her body completely driven by the instinct to kill and devour!
Whitley's expression did not change. His figure weaved through the storm-like attacks like a ghost.
His every dodge was by the smallest of margins, narrowly avoiding No. 21's attacks!
No matter how much No. 21 roared, how much she accelerated, all her attacks hit nothing but air, not even touching the hem of Whitley's clothes!
In the distance, Goku and Vegeta, who were fighting, both sensed this powerful and strange ki at the same time.
They were both startled and, without a second thought, broke away from their respective opponents and rushed towards the source of the ki.
When they arrived, they happened to see Whitley effortlessly dodging No. 21's dazzling and frantic attacks as if he were taking a leisurely stroll.
"Is that... Ultra Instinct?" Goku muttered to himself.
He could feel that Whitley's every move was natural, as if he had foreseen all the attack trajectories, and his body was instinctively making the optimal response.
Vegeta, on the other hand, was already a little numb to Whitley's perverted dodging ability. His attention was more focused on the constantly attacking No. 21.
The more he looked, the tighter his brow furrowed. "This woman... she took a hit from Whitley... and recovered in an instant? And this power... who on earth is she?!"
Not only them, but Toppo and some of the other universes' strong fighters who had not yet been eliminated were also drawn to the commotion. They all gathered around, watching this unequal battle with horror.
Whitley, at this moment, had actually become a little "research" interested in No. 21.
"Is the regenerative ability really limitless? Or is there a certain critical point?"
With this thought in mind, Whitley began to intentionally increase the force of his hands.
From purely physical strikes without energy at the beginning, to gradually adding a layer of golden ki. Each attack sent No. 21 flying and caused varying degrees of damage.
But each time, she could recover in a very short time, and her ki seemed to be... rapidly increasing?
"A little interesting..."
A playful curve appeared on Whitley's lips, and he decided to try something else.
He slowly raised his right hand, palm up.
A wisp of deep, dark, light-devouring deep purple energy began to gather and rotate in his palm.
When the energy appeared, the surrounding space seemed to distort slightly, and a soul-trembling aura of destruction quickly spread!
"Th-that's!!!!"
Toppo, who had just arrived, saw his pupils contract sharply at the sight of this wisp of deep purple energy. His face was filled with disbelief. "There's no mistaking it! This is... the power of destruction!!! I see! No wonder... no wonder he could so easily blow away my incomplete destruction energy before..."
He now finally understood that Whitley's power level was far beyond his imagination.
Whitley held this ball of destruction energy, which was enough to annihilate a star, and looked at No. 21, whose body had instinctively stiffened and whose crazed smile had frozen for the first time.
He showed a smile that seemed gentle but made No. 21's blood run cold. "Hey, you can regenerate infinitely, can't you? Here, try this. Let's see if your regeneration... can save your life."
As he spoke, he held the dangerous purple energy and strode slowly towards No. 21.
His every step was like stepping on No. 21's heart.
The moment Whitley had condensed the power of destruction in his palm, her biological instincts had issued the highest level of death warning!
Her powerful regenerative ability, which originated from Majin Buu's cells, in the face of this pure law of destruction... actually felt an unprecedented fear!
"Fo... food..."
She still subconsciously wanted to call Whitley food, but her voice was already trembling.
Whitley's face turned cold. His steps did not stop, but his voice suddenly became icy. "You still dare to say food? Hmm?! Say that again, I dare you?!"
The power of destruction in his hand seemed to sense its master's displeasure and danced even more actively!
An aura of destruction also gradually spread!
"NO!!! DON'T COME HERE!!! GO AWAY!!!!! GO AWAY!!!!!!"
No. 21's expression completely broke down. The madness on her face was replaced by extreme fear!
She subconsciously clutched her chest with one hand in terror, and waved her other hand frantically, her body uncontrollably retreating.
She also let out a hysterical, tearful scream.
That appearance was like a frightened little girl, with none of the crazy strong warrior's demeanor from before.
The surrounding crowd, including Goku, Vegeta, and Toppo, all had strange expressions.
The scene before them... how to put it? No matter how you looked at it, it was like a big villain was pressing step by step, bullying a "weak, pitiful, and helpless" woman.
Although they all knew that No. 21 was by no means a good person, the visual impact of this scene... was simply too strong!
Even Frieza, who was watching from a distance, couldn't help but stroke his chin and shake his head with a sigh. "Tsk, tsk, tsk... no wonder that bastard Whitley's power has increased so quickly! It seems that I, in the past, was still too 'merciful'! My level of evil was far from enough!"
These discussions and strange gazes naturally did not escape Whitley's perception.
The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. He cursed in his heart, 'I'm clearly eliminating a universe-level threat, okay? Why does it look like I'm some kind of bully?'
Looking at No. 21, who was cowering and sobbing, the little bit of displeasure in Whitley's heart from being called food also dissipated.
"Forget it, I'll just subdue her first and ask about the specific situation later."
With a thought, he dispersed the terrifying power of destruction in his hand. He wrapped his whole body in divine ki and strode up to No. 21.
He reached out, planning to control this dangerous element first.
However, just as Whitley's hand was about to touch No. 21's shoulder—
A sudden change occurred!
"You fell for it! Hee hee hee hee hahahahahaha!!!!!!"
No. 21 suddenly looked up, with no trace of fear on her face!
Her eyes were filled with the ecstatic joy of a successful scheme and an even more fervent greed!
Her finger shot out with the speed of lightning, and a strange and swift pink light instantly burst from her fingertip, accurately hitting the close-range Whitley!
The pink light, as if it had a life of its own, quickly spread over Whitley's entire body, enveloping him in a pink cocoon of light!
"Hahahahaha!!!! Non-existent person! You're finally going to become my donut!!!! Hee hee hee hee hee!!! Change for me!!! Turn into a donut!!!!!!"
No. 21 laughed crazily, continuously outputting the pink food light.
Her eyes were full of expectation, as if she could already see an unprecedentedly energy-rich "Whitley donut" appearing before her.
And then... time passed, second by second.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
The pink cocoon of light still enveloped Whitley, but Whitley himself... was completely unchanged.
Whitley stood there, he hadn't even changed his reaching posture.
He first looked down at the pink light covering his body, then looked up, expressionless, at the gradually freezing smile on No. 21's face.
No. 21: "...?"
She increased her energy output, and the pink food light became even brighter! "Change! Change!!!"
Whitley blinked, raised a hand and stroked his chin, as if feeling the intensity of the light.
The wild laughter on No. 21's face completely disappeared, replaced by disbelief and a hint of panic. "No... impossible! How can my food transformation ray be ineffective?! Even a god should...!"
"Pop~"
A light sound, like a bubble popping, was heard.
Whitley's body trembled slightly. He hadn't even made any obvious exertion, but the pink cocoon of light that enveloped him shattered like fragile glass, turning into specks of pink light and dissipating into the air.
Whitley flexed his neck, making a slight "click" sound.
Looking at the completely dumbfounded No. 21 before him, whose expression was as if she had seen a ghost, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch again, and he felt as if his heart had taken a ten-thousand-point critical hit.
"I never would have thought... that I, Whitley, would be soft on an enemy for once, and the result... you've made me lose so completely..."
A nameless fire "whooshed" up from the bottom of Whitley's heart.
He felt that his kindness (huh?) had been severely betrayed.
"DAMN IT!!!"
He completely lost his patience, and his eyes turned cold.
Whitley raised his hand, and a divine power far more vast and pure than before instantly surged forth!
This power was formless and intangible, but it instantly sealed the space around No. 21 like an invisible cage!
"VMMMM—"
No. 21 only felt a tightness around her. No matter how she channeled the energy within her, she still couldn't even move a finger!
She stared with wide, horrified eyes and could only let out a roar of powerless rage. "Let me go! Food! Let me go!!!"
Whitley couldn't be bothered to waste any more words with her.
He turned his head and beckoned to No. 18 in the crowd. "No. 18, come here for a moment."
Seeing this, No. 18 immediately came to Whitley's side.
Whitley pointed his chin at No. 21, who was firmly bound by divine power like a statue, and said to No. 18, "Hey, I generally don't hit women (Crowd: ?). This crazy woman just sneak-attacked you guys and turned Cell into a donut. I'll leave her to you. You can teach her a lesson and let off some steam."
No. 18 looked at No. 21's face, which had a bewitching beauty but was also a little crazy.
She remembered the pathetic state she and Cell had been in after the sudden attack, especially the fact that Cell had been turned into a donut!
No. 18, who had long been bottling up her anger, walked up, grabbed No. 21 by the collar, and lifted her up.
She looked at Whitley, a little hesitant about what method to use to teach this crazy woman a painful lesson.
Whitley saw No. 18's hesitation and waved his hand casually. "Do whatever you want. Simple and direct is fine. Anyway, without someone with divine power to undo this restraint, it can hold her for days and nights with no problem."
Then... I'll just beat the XX out of her?
No. 18's blue eyes lit up at the thought of a simple and direct punishment for this woman!
This idea... seems pretty good?
It was a simple and direct punishment for No. 21, and it would be a great way to humiliate her and vent her and Cell's anger!
"Heh, to think you'd be so ruthless to a fellow android."
No. 18 sneered and no longer hesitated. She dragged the still-struggling No. 21 and turned, walking towards a large rock in the distance.
She decided to find a deserted place to properly and seriously "teach" this crazy woman a lesson!
At her side, No. 16 bent down and carefully picked up Cell, who had been thrown to the ground and was still in the form of a donut.
He walked up to Whitley, and his heavy voice carried a question. "Whitley, Cell... how can he be changed back?"
Whitley took the still-faintly-warm donut and weighed it in his hand.
The texture... was actually a bit springy? A strange smile appeared on his lips.
Then, with a thought, his divine power quietly flowed into the donut.
The pink light on the donut's surface quickly faded, and its shape began to distort and expand, on the verge of returning to Cell's form.
But just as Cell was about to completely regain his human form and his consciousness was about to return, Whitley suddenly swung his arm! "Go!"
Swoosh—!
Under No. 16's surprised gaze, Whitley threw Cell, who had just regained his human form and was still in a daze, like a baseball, towards the edge of the ring!
Cell drew a long arc in the air, flailing his arms and legs, and flew out of the ring's boundary.
A flash of light, and his figure appeared in the spectator stands of Universe 7, falling to the ground with a thud, his face full of bewilderment and disbelief.
Whitley looked at No. 16 and explained in a flat tone, "Since Cell has already been defeated and has even lost his ability to fight, that means he has been eliminated. You don't have to be distracted by taking care of him anymore. You can let loose and fight seriously now."
No. 16's eyes flickered a few times as he thought about Whitley's words.
Indeed, from the moment Cell was turned into a donut, he had already lost his qualification to compete.
Whitley's action was, in fact, upholding the fairness of the tournament.
He nodded silently and said no more. He silently turned and chased in the direction No. 17 and No. 18 had left.
Now!
He could truly fight seriously as a warrior of Universe 7!
In the spectator stands of Universe 7.
"Damn it!!! To think that I, the great perfect being, Lord Cell... would be... would be the first of us to be eliminated!!! And in such a humiliating way as being turned into a donut!!!"
The moment Cell regained consciousness, he clutched his head and let out a cry of grief and indignation!
He simply could not accept this reality, feeling that his "perfect" life had been left with an indelible stain!
"Ohohoho~"
Whis covered his mouth and chuckled at the side, finding this little guy's reaction very interesting.
Although Beerus snorted, a little dissatisfied that Cell was the first to be eliminated, he didn't say much to blame him, seeing as Whitley had easily dealt with that troublesome woman and the situation on the stage was still in their favor.
Just then, Cell suddenly looked up, his gaze burning as he looked at the sulking Bulma, and shouted, "Boss Lady!"
Bulma was still annoyed about Vados's proposal to be the main wife and didn't even realize at first that Cell was calling her.
Only after she found that Cell's gaze was indeed on her did she pause for a moment, point at herself, and ask in confusion, "Huh? Boss Lady... are you calling me?"
Cell nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Yeah, Whitley is our boss, so aren't you the boss lady? Or is someone else the boss lady?"
The displeasure in Bulma's heart was instantly washed away by this "Boss Lady." A brilliant smile immediately bloomed on her face, and she even unconsciously puffed out her chest a little. "I am, I am! That's right, Cell, I am the boss lady! What can I do for you? Tell me, and the boss lady will give you some advice!"
She deliberately emphasized the "boss lady," as if she were declaring her sovereignty to someone.
Seeing Bulma's response, Cell immediately said excitedly, "Boss Lady, can you talk to the boss and, after the Tournament of Power is over, recruit that crazy woman who turned me into a donut into our 'Prince Logistics'? And let her work under me, what do you think? My performance before was very good! I'll definitely be promoted to team leader after this! I just happen to be short of a subordinate!"
"Huh? Recruit her into the company?"
The smile on Bulma's face instantly froze.
Remembering the crazy and terrifying appearance of No. 21 just now, her heart was a hundred percent against it.
But just as Bulma was hesitating about how to politely refuse, Vados at her side suddenly let out two elegant, light coughs. "Ahem."
Vados's tactical cough successfully drew everyone's attention. A flawless, hostess-like smile on her face, she said to Cell, "Your request~ I find it very constructive, Cell. After the Tournament of Power is over, I will make this suggestion to Whitley-san. I think he will consider it seriously."
"Really?!"
Cell was pleasantly surprised and quickly said his thanks. "That's great! Thank you, Mrs. Vados!"
"Ohohoho..."
Whis couldn't help but let out a joyful laugh at the side.
He glanced at Bulma, whose face had instantly darkened again and whose cheeks were puffed out like a pufferfish, and deliberately said in a teasing tone, "Oh my, oh my~ did you hear that, Bulma-san? 'Mrs.' Vados~ it seems~ someone is already eager to exercise the authority of a 'madam.'"
"Hmph!"
Bulma turned her head away in a huff, not wanting to look at Vados's "main wife" act any longer, and roared viciously in her heart, "That stinking woman! Just you wait! After this Tournament of Power is over, I'll immediately drag Whitley to get a marriage certificate! And we'll have a wedding! And a three-day-and-three-night feast in West City! I want the whole world to know that I, Bulma, am Whitley's properly wedded wife!!!"
However... the ideal is full, but reality... will it really go as smoothly as Bulma wishes?
Who knew what this deep and calculating angel madam was actually planning in her heart.
Her smile was still perfect, but her eyes seemed to hide a deeper storm.
Vados smiled lightly and turned her gaze back to the ring.
And at this moment, Whitley on the ring, perhaps because of the interlude with No. 21, had decided not to continue watching.
He was going to speed things up and end this Tournament of Power as quickly as possible!
Whitley looked around and gently cracked his neck. "The warm-up is over. Now it's time to get down to business."
An invisible pressure slowly spread out from him as the center.
The real battle was about to begin.
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