Bulma's Birthday!

Time passed quickly, and soon it was the day of Bulma's birthday.

A luxury cruise ship, several times larger than any before, was sailing across the boundless sea.

The deck of the ship was decorated with colorful balloons and ribbons.

Tables were laden with delicious food and sweet cakes.

Yet, the birthday party, which should have been lively, seemed somewhat deserted at this moment.

Bulma stood in the center of the deck with her hands on her hips.

Her brows were tightly furrowed, and her face was full of anger.

"Those guys!"

"What on earth are they doing!"

"The birthday party started half an hour ago!"

"And not a single one of them is here yet!"

Bulma grew angrier as she spoke.

She looked at the giant cream cake on the table.

Her heart ached.

If they didn't arrive soon.

They would miss the cake-cutting ceremony.

Not to mention the custom delicacies she had prepared specifically for Whis and Beerus.

She had spent several days researching those recipes.

If they went cold, the taste would be ruined.

Seeing this, Son Gohan hurriedly walked over with a glass of juice.

He handed the juice to Bulma.

A gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Aunt Bulma."

"Please don't be angry."

"Uncle Vegeta and the others should be here soon."

"Perhaps they ran into something on the way."

Bulma took the juice and downed it in one gulp.

The cold liquid flowed down her throat.

But the fire in her heart did not subside at all.

"What could they possibly run into?"

"It must be that Vegeta, dragging Son Goku off to train again!"

"It's like this every time!"

"The moment they encounter training, they forget everything else!"

Son Gohan smiled awkwardly.

He did not respond.

He knew very well in his heart.

What Bulma said was, in all likelihood, the truth.

Just then.

A brilliant beam of light suddenly descended from the sky.

The dazzling radiance drew the eyes of everyone on the deck.

As the light faded.

Five figures slowly appeared on the deck of the ship.

They were none other than Vegeta, Son Goku, Lin Fan, Whis, and Beerus!

"Great!"

"They're finally here!"

Son Gohan's eyes lit up.

He hurriedly waved at them.

Vegeta's gaze landed on Son Gohan the moment he arrived.

He crossed his arms over his chest.

A look of disdain appeared on his face.

"Hmph."

"Son Gohan."

"You really are as lazy as ever."

"Look at the aura on your body."

"It's even weaker than it was seven days ago."

"If you keep going like this."

"You won't even be able to match your peak from back then!"

Son Goku nodded hurriedly.

He looked Son Gohan up and down.

A look of agreement appeared on his face.

"That's right!"

"Gohan, have you not been training properly lately?"

"Your aura really has become so much weaker!"

Son Gohan's face turned beet red in an instant.

He lowered his head in embarrassment.

His heart was filled with helplessness.

He wanted to train, too.

But he had been busy with school lately.

And he still had to take care of Pan.

There simply wasn't any spare time.

Piccolo stood to the side.

With his arms crossed, he watched Son Goku and Vegeta.

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"You two."

"It's only been a few days."

"Your auras have actually become this strong."

"Just standing beside you."

"I can feel an intense sense of pressure."

"It seems."

"I've completely fallen behind you."

There was a hint of envy in Piccolo's tone.

And a hint of helplessness as well.

He knew very well.

The talent of Son Goku and Vegeta.

Was already far beyond his own.

Added to the guidance of Lin Fan and Whis.

The strength of the two would only continue to grow.

Seeing this, Whis hurried forward.

He covered his mouth and chuckled softly.

He bowed slightly toward Bulma.

An apologetic expression appeared on his face.

"Miss Bulma."

"I am terribly sorry."

"We are late."

"It is all Lord Beerus's fault."

"He woke up too late this morning."

"It took us quite a while to finally wake him up."

Upon hearing this.

Beerus's expression changed in an instant.

He glared fiercely at Whis.

He retorted loudly.

"Nonsense!"

"It was clearly you who didn't wake me up in time!"

"How dare you try to pin the blame on me!"

"Do you believe I won't turn you into chocolate right now?"

Son Goku scratched his head and chuckled.

He recalled the scene from that morning.

He couldn't help but speak up.

"Hahaha!"

"Whis is telling the truth!"

"When I went to wake Lord Beerus up this morning,"

"I was almost hit by his Destruction energy!"

"I nearly lost my life!"

Beerus let out a cold snort.

He turned his head to the side.

He muttered under his breath.

"That was his own fault."

"Who told him to disturb this Lord's sleep."

Bulma watched the group bickering.

She glanced at her watch.

She realized there were still over ten minutes until it was time to cut the cake.

The anger in her heart dissipated by more than half in an instant.

"Forget it, forget it."

"It's fine as long as you're here."

Bulma waved her hand dismissively.

Immediately, her gaze landed on Vegeta.

When she saw the tattered, dust-covered combat suit Vegeta was wearing, Bulma's brows furrowed once again.

"Vegeta!"

"Look at what you're wearing!"

"It's filthy and torn!"

"Go and change into a new one for me right now!"

"Don't stand there making a fool of yourself!"

Vegeta looked down at his combat suit.

He scratched his head in embarrassment.

During these four days of hellish training, he hadn't had any time to change his clothes.

It was expected that his combat suit would end up like this.

"I know, I know."

"I'll go change right away."

Vegeta replied impatiently.

Immediately, his gaze shifted.

It landed on Son Goku.

A wicked smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Hey."

"Son Goku."

"During these seven days of training,"

"I've mastered a brand-new power."

"Do you want to have a spar?"

"Let's see which one of us is truly the strongest Saiyan!"

Son Goku heard these words.

His eyes lit up instantly.

He clenched his fists tightly.

The blood in his veins began to boil.

"Alright!"

"That's exactly what I wanted!"

"I've also mastered a brand-new power!"

"It's the perfect time to have a real spar with you!"

Bulma watched the two of them, poised for battle.

She couldn't help but cover her head and sigh helplessly.

"I really don't know what to do with you two."

"Can't you wait until I've finished cutting the cake before you start fighting?"

The others on the deck saw this scene.

They couldn't help but laugh.

They had expected this all along.

Whenever Son Goku and Vegeta got together.

They were bound to have a fight first.

Whis walked over to Bulma's side.

He looked at the delicacies on the table.

His eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Miss Bulma."

"Where is the custom-made food you prepared for Lord Beerus and me?"

"I simply cannot wait any longer."

Hearing this, a smug smile appeared on Bulma's face.

She clapped her hands.

She signaled to the servants behind her.

"Don't worry."

"It's already prepared for you."

"I guarantee it'll be so delicious you'll scream!"

As she finished speaking.

Bulma turned and walked toward the cabin.

Whis's eyes narrowed into inverted U-shapes.

He followed behind Bulma, full of anticipation.

The moment Beerus heard the word "delicacies."

His eyes lit up instantly.

He couldn't be bothered to bicker with Whis anymore.

He hurried to catch up.

He thought to himself with delight.

He would definitely eat delicious food.

While watching the battle between Son Goku and Vegeta.

That was the greatest joy in life!