Bardos was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat. She quickly reached out and covered Senga's mouth, whispering,
"Don't say things like that carelessly, it could cause a lot of trouble!"
Because she was anxious, she almost pressed herself against Senga's chest, and Senga could feel a pair of soft breasts touching his chest.
Senga grasped Bardos's wrist, removed her hand from her mouth, and slowly spoke,
"So what do you suggest we do? Others are going to wipe out the universe, are we just going to do nothing and wait for our demise?"
Bardos shook her head in confusion and said,
"I don't know either. I can't control the fate of the universe, nor can I control my own fate..."
Senga frowned. He slightly distanced himself from Bardos, but whether intentionally or unintentionally, Senga moved away as well. In the end, the distance between them not only didn't increase but actually got closer.
Left with no other choice, Senga simply stopped moving and let Bardos lean against him.
"So what's the point of telling me all this? You're not letting me do anything."
A bitter look appeared on Bardos's face. She sighed and said,
"Yes, no matter how strong you are, you're still just one person. Protecting your Universe 7 is enough."
Seeing Bardos's pessimistic expression, Senga felt a pang of sympathy. He gently stroked Bardos's high ponytail a few times and whispered,
"Okay, don't be so pessimistic. If that day ever comes, I will protect you."
Bardos looked up at Senga in surprise. As an angel, this was the first time she had heard someone say they wanted to protect her, and the feeling was truly novel to her.
But the effect was really good; at least the worry on her face disappeared.
She pointed a finger at Senga's chest and said,
"Thank you, I'm very happy to hear that. Actually, even if the universe were to end, we angels wouldn't die; we would just fall into a deep sleep."
Senga curled her lip after hearing this and said,
"What's the difference between that and being dead?"
"... Senga, you really are a straight man!"
"Looks like you've learned a lot on Earth. Well, I have to remind you, our current posture isn't quite right. If No. 18 comes back and sees us, we'll be in trouble..."
Bardos realized the problem and quickly stood up, making a shushing gesture.
Senga shrugged, her nonchalant attitude making Bardos feel a little aggrieved. She returned to the other sofa and sat down, her lips slightly pouting.
Just then, No. 18 returned from grocery shopping. She's incredibly fast; this shopping speed was considered slow for her, as she practically ransacked the entire market.
The vendors were almost speechless with astonishment when they saw how this "petite" girl could so easily carry so many bags.
No. 18, unaware that her home had almost been raided, happily placed the dishes in front of Senga and said,
"Senga, see if we need anything else. If it's not enough, I'll go buy more!"
Senga smiled slightly, snapped his fingers, and all the vegetables on the ground floated into the kitchen. He looked at No. 18 with envy for a long time at this ability.
Rolling up her sleeves, Senga got up and went to the kitchen. After a while, an enticing aroma wafted out of the kitchen.
No. 18 exchanged a glance with Bardos, and a surge of anticipation welled up in her heart.
When Senga placed six exquisite dishes in front of the two women, they were completely dumbfounded.
Especially on the No. 18, she discovered that she didn't recognize any of the dishes on the table.
These dishes are all Chinese cuisine, such as boiled sliced pork and shredded pork with garlic sauce, which can be described as having excellent color, aroma, and taste.
Seeing their eager expressions, Senga smiled and said,
"Don't just stand there, eat quickly, it'll get cold soon."
As he spoke, Senga first picked up a piece of shredded meat with his chopsticks and tasted it. He nodded slightly, thinking to himself,
"Not bad, it seems my cooking skills haven't deteriorated yet!"
Bardos picked up a piece of candied sweet potato, and the sweet and soft taste amazed her. Her gaze towards Senga changed.
She couldn't help but speak up.
"Senga, I heard you come from another world. You wouldn't be a culinary master there, would you?"
"Uh, that's an exaggeration. My skills are only amateur level by that standard, not worthy of that title."
"Really? Then can I visit your world sometime?"
"Hmm... it should work."
The world Senga was referring to was, of course, Blue Star, which was his true home.
No. 18 also echoed this sentiment.
"I want to go too!"
Senga smiled helplessly and said,
"Okay, okay, everyone go, everyone go."
With Bardos and No. 18 devouring the food, the dishes on the table were quickly wiped clean, and the bowls and plates were so clean they hardly needed washing.
No. 18 patted his slightly bloated belly and said lazily,
"It's so delicious! It's a pity that No. 17 didn't get to try it. Let him have these plates and stuff!"
In a bar, No. 17, who was dancing with a pretty girl, suddenly sneezed, spraying all his saliva onto the girl's face.
The girl turned and left in anger, leaving No. 17 feeling utterly devastated. He had spent so much effort to seduce her, only to have it all ruined by a single sneeze from her.
He rubbed his nose and said in a muffled voice,
"My sister must have come up with some new scheme to get back at me. Ugh! I'm such a terrible brother, I have no rights at all!"
In the Capsule Corp
"What?! You're saying we were all killed by the androids?!"
Krillin pointed at himself and shouted at Trunks with an incredulous look on his face.
Trunks nodded, pointed at Goku, and said,
"Mr. Goku didn't die; he died of a heart attack..."
Since this timeline was already completely chaotic, he simply revealed everything that would happen in the future.
However, he didn't mention a word about his parents.
He realized that Vegeta and Bulma in this timeline were complete strangers and would never have any interaction.
His gaze swept over everyone in front of him, finally settling on Gohan.
Looking at Gohan, who only reached his waist, Trunks' expression was very complicated. He would never forget the despair he felt in that heavy rain.
The image of Gohan lying in his arms is still vivid in my mind.
If Gohan could see his carefree self in this timeline, he would probably be very happy.
Thinking of the deceased Gohan, Trunks' eyes welled up with tears. Gohan quickly handed him a tissue and whispered,
"Don't be sad, is there anything I can do to help?"