The Saiyan camp in the north, usually rough and desolate, was exceptionally lively today.
Although the architectural style was still very rugged, the red ribbons and balloons that had been hung up finally added a bit of festive atmosphere to the land.
At the main entrance of the camp, the star of today's banquet, the one-month-old little princess Adina, was being carefully held by her mother, Launch. Her big, dark eyes were looking around with great excitement.
Launch had clearly dressed up for the occasion.
A well-tailored, fashionable dress, paired with exquisite makeup, made her look bright and charming.
Her usual fiery demeanor was well-restrained, and she now had a more gentle temperament. No one would have guessed her former "big sister" persona.
In stark contrast to her was Vegeta, who was standing at the side.
The Saiyan prince was still wearing his iconic blue battle armor, his arms crossed, his face as sour as if someone owed him millions, and his whole body screamed unwillingness.
Behind them stood two even more hardcore greeters—Nappa and Raditz!
Raditz was holding a registration book and a pen for recording gifts, his face as serious as if he were carrying out some major mission!
Nappa, dressed in festive clothes, was holding a box full of wedding candy with a simple-minded smile. Although he looked festive, the "I've lost the will to live" look deep in his eyes was clearly visible.
No matter how you looked at it, this combination seemed to have been forcibly pulled together at the last minute.
Before long, the guests began to arrive one after another.
The first to arrive was Goku's family. Goku still had his usual cheerful look, and he appeared at the entrance of the camp in an instant with the plainly dressed Chi-Chi and the well-behaved Gohan.
"Yo, Vegeta!"
Goku waved from a distance, his voice loud and smiling. "This is rare, you're actually standing at the door to greet guests, Vegeta. That's not like you!"
Vegeta let out a cold snort from his nose and directly turned his head to the side, too lazy to deal with this idiot Goku.
But Launch wouldn't let him be so rude. She secretly pinched Vegeta's arm hard, and with an enthusiastic smile on her face, she pulled the reluctant Vegeta forward to greet them. "Oh my, Chi-Chi, it's been so long! you look so well and even more beautiful!"
Her gaze moved down and landed on the slightly shy little Gohan hiding behind Chi-Chi. "This must be Gohan, right? So cute, he looks just like Goku when he was little!"
As she spoke, she bent down and, without another word, picked up little Gohan and planted two smacking kisses on his soft little cheeks.
Seeing her son so loved, a proud smile appeared on Chi-Chi's face. "Yes, this is our Gohan. Gohan, quick, say hello to your Auntie Launch."
Little Gohan's face turned red from Launch's enthusiasm. He struggled to slip out of her arms, and after standing up straight, he said very obediently in a small voice, "Hello, Auntie Launch."
"So good!"
Launch couldn't help but ruffle Gohan's soft hair again, sighing in her heart that other people's children were so cute.
When she turned her head, she happened to see Goku jumping around Vegeta, constantly trying to get a look at Adina, who was tightly wrapped in soft cloth in his arms.
"Hey! Vegeta!"
Launch immediately shouted. "Stop messing around with that guy Goku! Quick, bring Adina over for Chi-Chi and Gohan to see!"
"Tch!"
Vegeta glared at Goku with dissatisfaction. He had been trying to reduce his presence, but he hadn't expected to be foiled by this idiot Kakarot!
But he still turned and walked to Launch's side, his movements a little stiff as he handed over the swaddled baby.
After doing this, as if he had completed some extremely boring task, he turned and walked into the camp without looking at anyone.
"Vegeta! Where are you going again?!"
Launch shouted at his back, holding their daughter.
Vegeta's steps paused. He turned his head, but his gaze was fixed on Goku, and the unwillingness on his face was instantly replaced by a blazing fighting spirit. "Kakarot! You don't want to stay here and do these boring things with this group of women all the time, do you?"
A confident curve appeared on his lips. "I haven't been idle this past month. My power has increased to a level you can't even imagine! So, do you dare to have a match right now?!"
The moment Goku heard the word "match," his eyes "whooshed" and lit up!
His earlier curiosity about the baby was also instantly thrown to the back of his mind, and he agreed without a second thought. "Alright! Let's go!"
The two battle maniacs had instantly found a common language. They stood face to face, and sparks were almost flying from their eyes.
The next second, with two "booms," two explosions erupted in the camp!
Golden auras rose from both of them, and like two meteors, they shot up into the sky.
A short while later, the dull, thunderous sounds of ki blasts and the roar of fists and feet colliding could be heard from the sky. It was clear that the two of them were already fighting fiercely!
On the ground, Launch and Chi-Chi looked at each other, and then, with extremely synchronized movements, they both raised their hands to their foreheads and let out almost identical helpless sighs.
Launch: "That muscle-brained idiot Vegeta..."
Chi-Chi: "That battle maniac Goku-san..."
Only little Gohan's attention was completely drawn to the little baby in Launch's arms.
He couldn't help but move a little closer and looked at Adina's pink little face with great curiosity.
And Adina seemed to be attracted by the gently swaying tail behind Gohan. She opened her large, round eyes and let out a crisp giggle, reaching out her small hands and trying hard to grab the furry thing.
"Oh my, it seems Adina really likes our Gohan,"
Chi-Chi couldn't help but caress her cheek as she watched this heartwarming scene, a doting smile on her face.
Seeing this, Launch simply handed Adina towards Gohan. "Gohan, here, want to try holding your little sister?"
Gohan was startled but quickly and clumsily took the soft little bundle.
His arms were stiff with nervousness. He looked down at this tiny person in his arms, his eyes filled with novelty and a sense of responsibility as an older brother.
By noon, more guests had arrived one after another.
Master Roshi came with his sunglasses and a lecherous... oh no, an "appreciative" smile for Launch.
Krillin appeared with his somewhat materialistic girlfriend, Maron.
And Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu, whom they hadn't seen in a long time, also appeared on time. The originally spacious living room of the camp instantly became lively.
Oolong looked at Launch, who was sitting on the sofa and chatting and laughing with Chi-Chi, her whole body exuding a motherly glow, and couldn't help but sigh to Krillin in a low voice, "I really never would have thought... that the blonde Launch who used to pull out a gun at the drop of a hat... would end up with Vegeta! And they even have a child! This change... is just too big!"
Krillin also nodded with emotion. Listening to Oolong's words, his gaze involuntarily fell on Launch.
At this moment, Launch was holding her daughter and teasing her with Chi-Chi, her eyes filled with a gentle smile.
She did indeed have an indescribably stable, wifely temperament.
He secretly glanced at his own girlfriend, Maron, who was looking around with a frown, her face filled with dissatisfaction, and a hint of bitterness welled up in his heart.
Sigh, comparisons are odious...
Just as he was lost in his memories, Maron seemed to have finished sizing up the environment, and her face was not very happy as she complained directly to Krillin, "Krillin! Didn't you tell me before that the man of the house here is a prince?! But... but what kind of prince would live in such a... such a shabby place!"
Her finger pointed rudely at the surrounding practical-style buildings and decorations, her tone undisguised in its contempt.
Krillin was startled and quickly reached out to cover her mouth, his voice low and anxious. "Maron! Keep it down! We're guests in someone else's house, how can you talk like that!"
He tried to pull Maron's hand to get her to stop, but it was too late.
Launch, who had just been laughing and talking with Chi-Chi, saw her smile vanish in an instant upon hearing Maron's words.
She shot up from the sofa with a "whoosh," walked up to Maron in a few steps, and the advantage of her height made her look down on Maron as she let out a cold snort from her nose!
"Hmph! What's wrong? Did our home 'scare' a country girl like you? It seems you've never lived in such a nice place and are not used to it, right?"
The moment Maron heard Launch call her a country girl, her temper flared!
She also shot to her feet and retorted shrilly, "Who are you calling a country girl?! My family is a prominent one in East City! You're the one who's rude and has no manners!"
"Who are you calling rude?! You ignorant brat! Do you believe I'll shoot you right now and show you what real rudeness is?!"
Launch's explosive temper was completely ignited by Maron!
With the speed of lightning, she pulled out a submachine gun from somewhere, cocked it with a "click," and the dark muzzle was pointed directly at Maron's forehead!
"Waaah!!"
With Maron's scream, the living room instantly descended into chaos!
"Forget it, forget it! Launch! Put the gun down! Don't be rash!"
Krillin's face turned white with fright, and he quickly rushed up to grab Launch's arm.
Master Roshi reacted extremely quickly. With a "swoosh," he hid behind the sofa, still muttering to himself, "Oh my, oh my! Young people have such a temper. I hope the blood doesn't splash on this old man's face..."
Chi-Chi, Oolong, and Tien Shinhan also quickly surrounded them, and everyone began to try and mediate.
Only the usually somewhat dazed Chiaotzu had a flash of inspiration. He silently floated up and quickly flew outside.
He had gone to find someone who could control the situation.
And when Whitley arrived with Bulma, Vados, No. 18, No. 21, and a large group of people, this was the chaotic scene they saw:
Launch was menacingly pointing a gun at Maron, her mouth firing a stream of curses at the other's entire family;
Vegeta was holding his daughter with a "here we go again" helpless expression, standing a little farther away;
Goku, Krillin, and the others were surrounding them, trying in vain to mediate. The whole scene was so lively!
"Uh..."
Whitley's steps paused at the chaotic scene. He looked at Bulma beside him and asked hesitantly, "Did we... come at a bad time?"
"No! You've come at just the right time! Whitley, quick! Come and help mediate!"
Krillin's sharp eyes spotted Whitley, and his expression was like he had seen a savior!
He quickly scrambled over to ask for help.
Whitley looked at the agitated Launch, then glanced at the angry Maron, and then felt the gaze from Bulma beside him. He very decisively chose to protect himself. "Ahem... I... I think it's better if I don't get involved."
Are you kidding? After the incident with Future Bulma, he didn't dare to easily provoke any trouble that might upset Bulma, especially trouble related to other women!
In the end, it was Bulma who couldn't stand it anymore.
She sighed helplessly and walked forward, intervening in the dispute in a very... very Bulma-like way.
She walked to Launch's side, ignored the submachine gun in her hand, and took out a large, thin red envelope from her small bag and stuffed it directly into Launch's free hand, her voice crisp and clear. "Launch! Here, this is a little something from me and Whitley. A check for twenty million Zeni. Quick, take it. I was in a hurry when I left and I think I filled in the wrong number. Can you take a look?"
"T-twenty million?!"
Launch's attention was instantly captured by this number. Her earlier anger was as if doused by a bucket of cold water and was instantly extinguished by more than half.
She took the thin red envelope, and her face instantly turned from cloudy to sunny, and she let out a hearty laugh. "Hahaha! Bulma! As expected of my good best friend! You're the best! The absolute best!"
"T-twenty million?!"
Maron, on the other side, was also completely shocked. She looked at Bulma's豪气 of casually taking out a huge sum of money, then at the embarrassed Krillin beside her, and her heart was thrown into a turmoil!
If... if she married Krillin... then in the future... could she also...
No. 17, No. 18, and the other androids also took the opportunity to present the gift money they had prepared.
Although not as exaggerated as Bulma's, the amount was also quite considerable.
The tense atmosphere in the room finally eased under the power of money.
"Phew..."
Goku wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling that mediating just now was more tiring than a fight with Vegeta.
The stern expression on Vegeta's face also finally relaxed a little. He held his daughter and silently turned back to the room.
Based on his more than a month of practical experience, it was almost time for his daughter to drink her milk. He had to go and prepare the formula first.
By the time the banquet officially began and everyone was sitting around the long table, raising their glasses and moving their chopsticks, and the atmosphere had finally become harmonious and lively...
Raditz, holding the registration book, found Vegeta, who was holding a baby bottle and, with somewhat clumsy but exceptionally serious movements, was feeding his daughter.
"Prince Vegeta,"
Raditz handed over the registration book. "This is the gift money we received today. The total amount is twenty million and three hundred thousand... I've already written down the specific amounts. Do you... want to take a look?"
Vegeta didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, completely uninterested in such matters.
And Launch at the side snatched the registration book and began to flip through it with great interest, muttering to herself, "Son Goku, 5,000 Zeni. Chi-Chi, 5,000 Zeni. No. 18, 500,000 Zeni. Oolong, 15,000 Zeni. Master Roshi..."
At this point, her voice suddenly rose, her tone filled with an incredulous shrillness. "Fif... fifty Zeni?!!"
With a "swoosh," Launch shot up from her seat as if on a spring. Without a word, she stuffed her daughter, who had just finished her milk and was burping, into the hands of the nearby Bulma, and then, like an enraged lioness, she pounced on Master Roshi, who was happily enjoying the banquet!
"You detestable old geezer, Master Roshi!!! You actually only gave 50 Zeni! Are you looking down on me?! Are you trying to save money to buy those indecent magazines!!!"
The just-calmed scene instantly spun out of control again!
But this time, everyone was a little hesitant and didn't immediately rush up to mediate. Because...
Everyone saw that Master Roshi, who was being held in a headlock by Launch, although he was making "uh uh" sounds as if in great pain, his old face clearly showed a... very enjoyable expression?!
Especially his face, which was pressed tightly against Launch's heaving...
Vegeta, who had been quietly paying attention, saw his face turn green!
The veins on his forehead instantly began to throb.
"You shameless old pervert!!! What on earth are you enjoying!!!"
Vegeta's furious roar exploded in the living room like thunder.
He rushed forward and, with a fist filled with anger, solidly smashed into Master Roshi's lecherous old face!
"Waaaaah————!!!"
With a powerful and even somewhat satisfyingly long scream, Master Roshi instantly turned into a shining star and flew far out of the camp, disappearing over the horizon.
Maron, who was sitting next to Krillin, had witnessed the power of Vegeta's angry blow and was so scared her face turned pale. She patted her chest with lingering fear.
She thought to herself, 'Oh my god... thank goodness that man wasn't there when I was arguing with that crazy woman just now... otherwise... otherwise, I might be the one who turned into a shooting star right now!'
Goku held his hand up to his forehead and looked in the direction Master Roshi had disappeared. He still had a piece of meat in his mouth and asked with some confusion, "Huh? Is Grandpa Roshi coming back for dinner? If he's not coming back... can I eat his share too?"
Chi-Chi at his side could only sigh helplessly again upon hearing her husband's words, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness towards this battle maniac and glutton who would never grow up.
Amidst the laughter and roughhousing, this eventful one-month celebration had finally come to a successful conclusion.
And after the meal, the three ever-energetic Saiyans, Whitley, Vegeta, and Goku, of course, couldn't sit still.
The three of them tacitly came to the open space outside the camp and began their reserved entertainment, sparring!
As usual, this spar was still a team-up of Goku and Vegeta against Whitley.
The three figures shot into the sky and soon turned into three streaks of light that constantly collided and separated high above, and the fierce sounds of ki blasts and the clash of fists and feet could be constantly heard.
Whitley, in mid-air, even under the combined attack of the two, still seemed at ease.
He easily parried a swift straight punch from Vegeta and even had time to speak, his voice clearly reaching the ears of the two. "That was a good punch, Vegeta! Your speed has also improved!"
He sidestepped a whip kick from Goku from behind and continued, "By the way, let's talk business. I've decided to go to the future timeline the day after tomorrow. The departure point will be the front yard of the Briefs' estate. You two, don't be late."
He specifically looked at Goku and said, "Goku, after you go home, remember to have a good talk with Chi-Chi. Don't be like before and just sneak off... you've shown an opening! Hah!"
Goku was slightly distracted by Whitley's words, and the move he was brewing faltered for a moment!
Whitley keenly seized this opportunity, and a lightning-fast sidekick accurately hit Goku's wrist, sending him tumbling several times in the air.
Goku stabilized himself, rubbing his slightly sore and numb wrist, a troubled look on his face. "But... Whitley, Chi-Chi... she doesn't really want me to go. She said it's too much trouble, and there's still farm work to be done at home..."
Vegeta at the side let out a disdainful sneer, as if mocking this guy Kakarot for being so controlled by his wife.
He took the opportunity to launch an even more ferocious attack on Whitley, a series of ki blasts shooting towards him like a cannonade.
Whitley dodged Vegeta's attacks as if he were taking a leisurely stroll and, like an experienced person, gave Goku some advice. "You idiot! What's so difficult about that? The night before... you can... you know! After she's too tired to move, won't you be able to leave openly the next morning?"
Goku was skeptical. "Huh? Will that... really work? Whitley, that method won't work, will it..."
Although he said that, his eyes gradually became firm.
Finally, he made up his mind and bumped his fists together. "Alright! I'll try it when I get back! I hope... I hope it will go as smoothly as you say!"
After speaking, Goku's eyes narrowed, and his aura surged again!
He let out a loud shout and rejoined the fray, launching an all-out assault on Whitley with Vegeta!
For a moment, the battle in the sky became even more intense.
While Whitley was busy fighting Goku and Vegeta... he was completely unaware that on the inside of his battle armor collar, a device smaller than a grain of rice, almost perfectly blended with the color of the fabric, was emitting an extremely faint, imperceptible light.
And down below in the camp, Bulma was standing with Chi-Chi, Launch, and the others. The three women were looking up at the three inextricably linked men in the sky with a helpless expression.
A strange smile appeared on Bulma's face. She shook her head slightly and muttered to herself, "Honestly... that guy Whitley... what kind of crazy knowledge is he teaching Goku..."
At this moment, she was wearing an earpiece in her right ear.
And from the earpiece, every word that Whitley was saying high in the sky was clearly transmitted, including the bad idea he had just given Goku!
This micro-listening device was what Bulma had secretly installed on Whitley's clothes after the incident with Future Bulma.
She had now made up her mind to fully and without any blind spots grasp her husband's movements and words, and to resolutely eliminate any potential, any possible external threats!
If...
If any other clueless woman dared to make a move on Whitley, she, Bulma, would definitely unite with Vados, No. 18, No. 21, and the one from the future!
The united front they had formed would give the outsider the most resolute blow and put a stop to her actions!
A hint of determination flashed in her eyes. She would stop at nothing to implement this idea!
There absolutely could not be any more women in the family!
But... would things really go as simply as she thought?
In the distant Zeno's palace, the Grand Priest was currently standing in the center of the great hall.
His expression was calm. After listening to the statement of the God of Destruction of Universe 11, Vermoud, he turned his gaze to the angel Marcarita, who was standing by Vermoud's side.
His majestic voice slowly echoed in the great hall. "Regarding Vermoud's proposal to abdicate and have Toppo take over as the God of Destruction... Marcarita, as the angel of Universe 11, what are your thoughts?"
Hearing this, Marcarita immediately and gracefully bowed slightly. Her usually somewhat arrogant and cynical face, when facing the Grand Priest, showed only complete reverence and submission.
She lowered her head, and her voice was humble and clear as she replied, "Everything is up to Lord Grand Priest to decide. Whatever decision you make, Marcarita will have no objection and will do her best to assist the new God of Destruction and strive to maintain the balance and order of Universe 11."
Under Vermoud's nervous gaze, the Grand Priest looked at Lord Zeno on the main throne of the palace and slowly nodded.
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