P.S.: I added 2,000 words to the previous chapter. Just refresh it, everyone.
Before heading to Universe 7, Belmod and Rumsshi first settled the details of their collaboration, such as how to spread news of the Inter-Universal Martial Arts Tournament throughout the universes...
After that, they began making their way toward Universe 7.
Earth, Bulma's Manor.
Bulma sat beneath a parasol, eating ice cream. Tights sat across from her.
"Sis, ever since your man was defeated by Gohan, he's been wallowing in despair. Aren't you going to do anything about him?" Bulma took a bite of ice cream, then glanced into the manor grounds.
There was someone else in the manor.
That person was Vegeta.
Ever since being defeated by Gohan, Vegeta had spent every day lying on this lounge chair.
His vacant eyes stared up at the sky, and he looked utterly dejected.
"Sigh!"
Tights sighed, rose from beside her sister, and walked toward Vegeta.
"Vegeta."
Tights came to Vegeta's side, frowning.
Vegeta did not get up, but a flicker appeared in his lifeless eyes. "What is it?"
"Why aren't you training?"
"Training?"
Vegeta sat up and gave a bitter laugh. "I can't even beat Gohan. What's the point of training?"
As he spoke, a small figure wreathed in lightning flashed through his mind.
So there was another state beyond Super Saiyan!
"But if you don't train, won't you be even less capable of beating them?"
"It's useless. We both trained for an extra two years in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. Others have already transcended Super Saiyan, while me? I was still smug over a tiny increase in strength!"
Vegeta lay back down on the beach chair, utterly helpless.
"You..."
Looking at Vegeta in such a dispirited state, Tights was deeply disappointed. "Didn't you say you were