Future Bulma looked at Vados nestled in Senga's arms, her lips twitching incessantly.
She whispered to Trunks beside her,
"Trunks, is this Lady Bardos really the legendary angel?"
A bead of cold sweat trickled down Trunks' forehead as he replied,
"Mom, don't talk nonsense. She really is an angel. She's just a little more casual around Senga. She's usually very serious. I don't even dare to look at her!"
"So what exactly is her relationship with this Senga? And what about my past self, and... that No. 18?"
Trunks shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.
Even though the future has changed like this, he hasn't talked to many girls and really doesn't know anything.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so infatuated with Xiao Wu, who was decades older than him.
No. 18 walked up to Senga, her large eyes glaring at the seemingly asleep Bardos.
Senga wanted to push Bados away, but the guy was stuck to Senga like glue; she couldn't push him away without using a lot of force.
Left with no other choice, Senga could only look at Bulma in the future and ask,
"Excuse me, are there any spare rooms? I think she's drunk; let her go in and sober up first."
Upon hearing this, Bardos immediately opened her eyes, sat up, and almost pressed her face against Senga's.
Her breath was cool and carried a hint of the beverage's sweetness.
"Who are you calling drunk? Angels don't get drunk!"
After saying that, she crossed her arms and sat down next to Senga, looking very serious.
But the more she acted this way, the more abnormal she seemed, and the way others looked at her became somewhat strange.
Future Bulma said apologetically,
"I'm so sorry, I'll try to prepare some non-alcoholic drinks next time..."
Bardot immediately refused, she shouted.
"No! It has to be alcoholic! That way it'll have more energy!"
Senga flicked Bardos on the forehead and said irritably,
"Alright! Can't you even be a little aware of your own alcohol tolerance? You're practically drinking like Shalulia!"
"Ouch... Hmm? Who is Shalulia?"
"A cute fool!"
"Are you saying I'm cute? It sounds weird to use that word to describe this angel, but I'll reluctantly accept it!"
"So, you idiot in the back, didn't you hear me?"
Bardos gave a soft snort, turned her head away and remained silent, thus quieting things down.
No. 18 suddenly sat on Senga's lap, as if in a show of defiance.
Bulma then sat in the only remaining seat next to Senga.
Three women make a drama, and now Senga has become their stage.
Senga, standing calmly in the center, looked at Trunks and asked,
"Should we deal with those two androids now?"
Trunks snapped out of his daze, glanced at the darkening sky outside the window, shook his head, and said...
"Let's call it a day for now. It's getting late, and those two androids don't like to be active at night. Let's all rest here for the night!"
In fact, with Senga's current perception abilities, finding the location of the two androids would be extremely easy. However, considering Bardos's current state, he felt it would be better to rest for the night first.
That evening, Senga and the others assigned rooms. Future Bulma would stay with her past self, as the two Bulma had a lot to talk about.
She was going to live with Bados on the No. 18, and she always felt that Bados was very dangerous. Of course, this danger referred to another aspect: she had to keep a close eye on Bados.
The remaining room was naturally occupied by Senga and Trunks. However, Trunks felt that Senga's status was too noble, and since she was there to save the future world, he wanted Senga to sleep more comfortably, so he decided to sleep on the sofa himself.
Senga told him it wasn't necessary and emphasized that she could go without sleep.
Trunks was surprisingly adamant about this, and seeing his insistence, Senga ended up having to live alone in a room.
The peaceful night passed quickly.
The next morning, Senga looked at Bardos sleeping next to her and fell into deep thought.
Since Trunks had given him the room, he actually got a good night's sleep last night, only to wake up to find Bardos there.
Senga, who was in his normal state, couldn't detect this guy's presence at all, so he didn't know when Bardos had gotten onto his bed.
Bardos was wearing a light green silk nightgown, one of the straps of which had dangled down to her elbow; any lower and she would be exposed.
Senga held her forehead with one hand and nudged Bardos's back with the other.
Bardos's long eyelashes trembled, and then she slowly opened her eyes, making a brief eye contact with Senga.
Her expression was incredibly calm. She unhurriedly got out of bed, rubbed her eyes, and said lazily,
"Good morning, Senga! You woke up pretty early!"
Judging from their posture, one might think the two were sleeping together.
Senga looked around to confirm that this was the room he had stayed in the previous night, then turned to Bardos and asked,
When did you enter my room?
Bardos feigned surprise and said,
"Huh? Yeah, this looks like your room. How did I end up here?"
"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? First, pull down your clothes, they're about to fall down, what will people think if they see that!"
Bardos glanced at the bra strap on her arm, a smile appearing on her face. Instead of adjusting her clothes, she leaned closer to Senga and whispered...
"What's wrong? Is our Lord Senga embarrassed?"
Senga raised an eyebrow and immediately scanned Bados from head to toe with her gaze.
When Senga's golden eyes swept over her, Bado couldn't take it anymore. She could only vent her anger verbally; as soon as Senga got even slightly serious, she would immediately give in.
She quickly straightened her clothes and then tried to appear calm, but the blush on her face betrayed that she was not at peace inside.
Bardos coughed twice, feigning seriousness, and then began to speak.
"I haven't slept in a long time either. When I fall asleep, I don't even know what I do. Maybe it's your scent that attracted me. My body just came over unconsciously. This is called... perfect Ultra Instinct and Ultra Instinct, right?"
Senga, arms crossed, listened to Bardos's nonsense and said with amusement,
"So this is the Ultra Instinct! So this is what they mean by 'perfection'—sleepwalking? This is truly an eye-opener!"