West City.
Capsule Corporation Backyard.
Bulma They have just returned home and are preparing to make a cup of coffee.
A sense of oppression exploded over the backyard.
The air did not flow, the sound was sucked away, and even the surrounding light seemed to be making way for something.
Bulma and Krillin have lived together for so many years, and they have long been immune to the aura that goes against the will of heaven.
But this time it's different.
She raised her head.
Six figures descended from the sky.
The first one is Krillin.
He was holding a small, squat, round-headed thing in his arms.
Followed by a white-haired man with a smile and holding Staff.
Behind them are two tall silent guards.
Finally, there was Beerus who was timid and Whis who looked like he was watching a show.
Bulma only knows the latter two. I saw them last time at Kami's Lookout.
The little one in front, and the one holding Staff, have different faces.
Krillin landed.
He put Zeno in his arms on the ground.
Zeno's little short legs stepped on the lawn, and his eyes were flying everywhere.
"We're here!"
He clapped his hands.
"Is this your home? It's so big!"
Bulma The tablet in her hand slid down half an inch, and she grabbed it.
She looked at Krillin.
Then he looked down at the little thing with blue-purple skin and as short as a chess piece.
Look at the group of people behind.
There was silence for three seconds.
"Krillin."
"Huh?"
"Who is this?"
Beerus Knees instinctively bent.
I almost had to kneel down and kowtow for Bulma.
"Who is this?"
This woman called Zeno "Who is this?"
The last time someone was disrespectful in front of Zeno, the universe evaporated on World of Void the next day.
Krillin pushed Zeno forward slightly half a step.
"Let me introduce, this is Zeno."
"Twelve Universes's highest existence is in charge of the birth and death of all universes."
Bulma Look down.
Zeno raised his head.
"Hello."
Zeno waved his chubby little hand towards her.
Bulma shifted his gaze and looked towards Krillin.
"You brought the Supreme God home?"
Krillin nodded.
"Temporary visit."
Bulma put the tablet on the table next to him.
Cross your arms with your chest.
"Temporary visit."
She held those four words in her mouth and chewed them.
Krillin is very familiar with her state.
Bulma Put up the first finger.
"I brought back a Androids last week."
The second root.
"Last month I brought back a group of martial arts masters from three hundred years ago."
The third one poked directly towards Krillin's chest.
"Now directly bring the Supreme God of the universe back as a guest."
She paused.
"Next time, are you going to pick up which Ancient Demon King you want and keep it as a pet?"
Beerus in the back rushed to Bulma to send signals as if his eyelids were cramped.
Stop talking!
The person in front of you is the master who can wipe out all twelve universes with just a snap of his fingers!
Bulma caught the hint of Beerus out of the corner of his eye.
She didn't bother to pay attention.
She has never experienced alien tyrants, Emperor of the Universe, future Androids, or space-time rifts.
The name Zeno sounds scary.
In the cognitive system of Bulma, this is at best a new trouble brought by Krillin.
Zeno paid no attention to their conversation.
He was squatting next to the flower bed, staring at a maintenance man Robot, who was half a man tall.
"What is this moving piece of iron?"
"Robot."
Bulma replied casually.
"What is it doing?"
"Build the wall."
"Why build a wall?"
"Because my husband and his friends are always blowing the walls apart."
Zeno said "Oh" and wandered off to look at the flowers and plants nearby.
Grand Priest stood quietly in place.
His eyes swept over the very streamlined buildings of Capsule Corporation.
The building structure was very advanced, but that wasn't what caught his attention.
It's breath.
More than five types of high-dimensional fluctuations remain in this house.
Martial Dao True God, Dragon God Laws, Demon Realm Circuits, Good-Natured Demon Core, Comedy Concept God Power.
Those traces of power that should be mutually exclusive, strangely maintain a balance under the same roof.
The family itself is like a miniature multiverse.
Whis moved Staff towards Beerus.
"Lord Beerus, do you want to sit down for a while?"
"Your legs are shaking."
"Not shaking!"
Beerus gritted his teeth.
"I call this muscle relaxation!"
"Oh, it turns out that muscle relaxation is a form of high-frequency vibration."
"Whis!"
Bulma has finished digesting the situation in front of him.
People are already at home and cannot be kicked out.
"Okay."
"Everyone who comes is a guest and must be entertained."
"What do you drink? Tea? Coffee? Juice?"
Her eyes fell back on Zeno.
"Kid, what about you? What do you want to drink?"
Beerus's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Children, friends, friends?
She calls Zeno a kid?
Zeno turned his head, looking confused.
"What is juice?"
Bulma was stunned.
She subconsciously looked at Klin, but Klin said nothing.
A being who can erase the universe at will doesn't know what juice is.
"Wait."
Bulma turned around and walked back into the house.
"I'll squeeze a cup for you to try."
Krillin looked at Bulma's back as he walked into the kitchen.
No matter who is standing opposite, she always has the ability to find the most accurate way to catch the ball in the shortest time.
Zeno squatted beside the flower bed.
He stretched out his short fingers and touched a small yellow flower.
The petals trembled on his fingertips.
He stared at the flower for a long time.
"It's alive."
Zeno said.
Krillin walked over and squatted down too.
"Yes, alive."
"I touched it and it didn't disappear."
"Because you just touched it."
Zeno retracted his hand and looked down at his fingertips.
Grand Priest stood a few steps away, watching this scene.
The things I encountered in World of Void and Zeno were all planet marbles and celestial projections.
If it is broken, it will be broken.
But this flower is alive.
This was the first time he touched something that could breathe, tremble, and not be erased by his touch.
Bulma came out with a glass of orange juice.
Freshly squeezed, there is a layer of fine water droplets hanging on the outer wall of the glass.
"Come on, have a taste."
Zeno took the cup.
The cup was too heavy, so he held it in both hands and took a sip.
His eyes suddenly widened.
"Delicious!"
"Of course it's delicious, freshly squeezed oranges."
Bulma has his hands on his hips.
"The oranges grown in our backyard are special varieties."
Zeno stopped talking nonsense and drank the whole glass.
There was an orange juice mark around his mouth.
"More!"
Bulma looked at that tabby cat-like face and laughed.
"Okay, I'll give you another drink."
She turned around and walked back, lowering her voice as she passed by Krillin.
"Is this kid really the supreme god in charge of twelve universes?"
"Really."
Bulma shook his head and walked straight to the kitchen.