"You want to come to my house?"
Senga was somewhat puzzled by Bardos's "small request." He didn't agree immediately but instead turned to ask No. 18 for his opinion.
After all, that house originally belonged to No. 18, and it deserved the respect due to its owner, and No. 18 felt that respect.
Bardos also looked at No. 18, her gaze quite sincere.
No. 18 was a person with a cold exterior but a warm heart. Even though what Bardos had said earlier made her a little uncomfortable, Bardos had apologized, so she didn't hold it against him and nodded in agreement.
A happy smile appeared on Bardos's face. She walked over to Senga and stood beside him, looking ready to leave at any moment.
Trunks swallowed hard. He was truly terrified of Bardos. The moment Vados got even slightly closer, his nerves tensed up instantly.
Bardos glanced at him and said indifferently,
"You don't need to be so nervous, I won't pursue the matter of your time travel anymore."
Trunks asked tentatively,
"But I have to go back again, and then I'll still have to..."
"Whatever you want."
Trunks breathed a sigh of relief. He would have been devastated if he couldn't travel back in time, because his mother was still in the future, and she was his only remaining family.
Thinking of this, Trunks couldn't help but glance at Bulma.
Bulma noticed Trunks's gaze and immediately spoke up.
"Little brother, why are you staring at me like that?"
Trunks blushed and waved his hands repeatedly,
"I'm sorry, it was my rudeness!"
Senga patted him on the shoulder and said,
"Alright, there's nothing more to hide. Tell them everything that will happen in the future. I'm going back now."
After saying that, without waiting for Trunks to speak, Senga took Vados and No. 18 back home.
He wasn't home on the No. 17; judging from the motorcycle that disappeared from the doorway, he most likely won't be coming back tonight.
Once home, Senga became languid, losing all his earlier imposing aura. His white fitted trench coat automatically transformed into a set of black loungewear, while No. 18 went back to her room and changed into a white outfit, making it appear to be a matching couple's set.
Bardos blinked and asked,
"Should I change my clothes too? My outfit seems a bit strange to those Earthlings. Once, someone even asked me if I was riding on Spree?"
No. 18 laughed at that remark, and shook her head, saying...
"It's cosplay, right? That person meant they were asking if you were role-playing."
Bardos, fascinated by everything on Earth, immediately asked curiously upon hearing this.
"Role-playing? What kind of role on Earth would I be playing?"
"Hmm... I can't tell. I can only say that your outfit has a rather exotic style!"
Bardos looked down at her clothes, recalling the girls she had met on Earth during this time. With a thought, her long robe transformed into a white and green short-sleeved shirt and pure white shorts.
Her figure was already excellent, which was hard to conceal even in the loose robe she wore before, let alone this more fitted dress, which perfectly described her as having a curvaceous figure.
Her high white ponytail stretched all the way to her hips. She spun around on the spot, looked at Senga, and asked,
"How is it? Does it look good?"
Senga nodded in a very old-fashioned way, saying that Vados's figure was already comparable to most of the female characters in the Pirate World.
Especially that high ponytail, it really suited Senga's aesthetic.
A sense of crisis suddenly arose in No. 18's heart. She subconsciously puffed out her chest. In fact, her figure was already quite good among Earth women, but compared to Bados, she was indeed several levels below.
After changing her clothes, Bardos no longer possessed that angelic sense of holiness. She walked barefoot into the hall, plopped down on the sofa, and curiously looked around at the decorations.
On the No. 18, a tray was brought over with water and three boxes of ice cream.
Bardos exclaimed in surprise as she looked at the ice cream.
"Huh! White poop?"
No. 18 was speechless for a moment, then explained,
"... This is ice cream, okay? Don't talk nonsense!"
As she spoke, No. 18 scooped up a piece with a spoon and first held it to Senga's mouth. Senga smiled, took a small bite, and No. 18 then naturally put the rest of the spoon into her own mouth.
Bardos stared intently at Senga and No. 18's "performance," and she suddenly felt a sense of "fullness."
She scooped up a piece of ice cream with a spoon, put it in her mouth, and took a small sip. Mmm, it's very sweet.
In no time, she had finished the entire tub of ice cream. She placed the empty tub on the table and said very politely,
"Thank you for the treat, this ice cream is delicious!"
She meant it sincerely, because there really wasn't much good food in her Universe 6. In terms of culinary skills, Earth in the Universe 7 could easily outperform the entire Universe 6.
Senga smiled as she looked at Bardos, who seemed a little unsatisfied. It seemed that even angels, being gods, could indulge in culinary desires.
After thinking for a moment, Senga suddenly spoke up.
"You can stay tonight, I'll cook."
No. 18 paused for a moment, then couldn't help but ask,
"Senga, you can cook?"
"I know a little, but it's been a long time since I've done it."
Senga was an orphan both when he was on Blue Star and when he first traveled to the Naruto World. Cooking is a skill he has mastered since childhood, so his statement that he "knows a little" is simply an understatement.
He was in a good mood today, so he showed off his culinary skills from Blue Star to open the eyes of the "worldly" angel.
Upon hearing that Senga was going to cook, No. 18 was even more excited than Bardos. She jumped off the sofa and volunteered.
"I'll go buy you some ingredients. Go ahead and cook tonight!"
After quickly changing her clothes on the No. 18, she went out, leaving only Senga and Bardos in the room.
Bardos leaned against the sofa, seemingly lost in thought. Senga picked up her water glass, took a small sip, and said softly,
What are you thinking about?
Suddenly, Bardos moved closer to Senga, looking intently into Senga eyes, and began to speak.
"Senga, if someone wanted to make this universe disappear, what would you do?"
Senga's expression remained unchanged. Of course, he knew that Bardos was referring to the "blue hard-boiled egg" Zeno, who was always trying to eliminate this or that.
He calmly placed the water glass back on the table and began to speak.
"Then I'll make that person disappear first."