First Meeting with Vados

"What do you mean? What do you mean there's none left to sell?" Champa asked, puzzled.

"This cola shop only sells 1,000 bottles of cola every day," the alien replied. "They don't sell any more than that."

"There are people who do business like this? Is it because they've run out of raw materials?" Champa asked.

"The raw materials should be more than enough; I suspect it's mostly a marketing tactic to create artificial scarcity," the alien said, taking another bite of a chicken wing and sipping a cup of cola, even smacking his lips with a look of pure intoxication.

Seeing the alien looking so intoxicated, Champa felt a bit envious.

"Vados, let's go check out that cola shop. I have a feeling it must be quite delicious," Champa whispered to Vados.

"Didn't you hear that there's nothing left to sell at this hour?" Vados smiled.

"Hmph, if I go, would he dare refuse to sell to me?" Champa said with a grin.

"Oh my, if you use force and he refuses to sell even if it kills him, what will you do?" Vados sighed.

"Then I'll just kill him," Champa said. "It's no big deal to kill one person anyway."

Vados: "..."

"Let's go, let's go take a look together," Champa suggested.

"Very well," Vados nodded. "Let me pack this up first."

With that, Vados signaled the waiter to pack up her chicken wings.

Champa: "..."

"Why go through all that trouble? Just pack it up when we leave," Champa said.

"Since I can pack it up now, why wait until we're leaving?" Vados smiled.

"Suit yourself, just hurry up. Maybe we can still buy some cola," Champa huffed. "Unless it's absolutely necessary, I don't want to cause trouble in that guy Beerus's universe."

"Mhm, it will be ready in a moment," Vados nodded slightly.

Once the chicken wings were packed.

Champa and Bas walked toward the cola shop where Lu Fan was located.

The cola for today had already sold out.

Lu Fan had also closed up shop.

At this moment, Vegeta had already packed his luggage, intending to part ways with Lu Fan.

I've spent three years experiencing life with you...

I didn't become a Super Saiyan at all.

Not only that, in these three years, my combat power has barely increased by a little over 200.

Vegeta wanted to cry.

This guy Lu Fan was simply too much of a scam.

"Tch, if I had trained properly, my combat power would have reached at least 100,000 in these three years!" Vegeta said to Lu Fan in a huff as he was about to leave.

"Your Highness, don't be so confident," Lu Fan sighed.

"What did you say?" Vegeta was so angry his liver ached. "I am the most talented Saiyan, as if you didn't know."

"Your Highness, your future achievements... if you leave me, I estimate you'll reach a height of 18,000 at most," Lu Fan said.

Vegeta: "..."

Vegeta felt like he had been stabbed in the heart.

What are you saying?

Whose combat power only reaches a height of 18,000?

What kind of nonsense are you spouting?

"Hmph, what a load of rubbish!" Vegeta huffed. "Just you wait, in a few years, my combat power will definitely reach 100,000. When that time comes, I will return to find you, provided you're still alive."

"Hey, is anyone there?"

Just as Vegeta's voice faded, Champa's voice drifted in from outside the house.

Behind Lu Fan and Vegeta's small cola shop was a house with an area of about 400 square meters.

The two of them usually lived in this house.

The size of the Gourmet Planet was about the same as Namek.

Therefore, most of the buildings on it were quite substantial in size.

A house like this, at over 400 square meters, was considered small on this Gourmet Planet.

Vegeta and Lu Fan's spaceship was parked in the courtyard of the house.

"The cola for today is sold out," Lu Fan said toward the outside.

"Whoosh!"

Just as Lu Fan finished speaking, Champa and Vados descended rapidly from the sky and appeared in the courtyard.

Lu Fan was slightly taken aback.

How did these two end up here?

Vegeta had just been preparing to step onto his spaceship and depart, but upon seeing these two uninvited guests, he paused for the moment.

Vegeta looked silently toward Champa.

He felt as though he had seen this person somewhere before.

However, for the life of him, Vegeta could not recall who the other party was.

Vegeta speculated...

I have seen too many aliens; this guy doesn't seem like anything special anyway.

"Kid, get me a glass of Cola to taste," Champa said to Lu Fan.

"Sold out," Lu Fan replied.

"What did you say?" Champa's face turned black instantly. "Do you have any idea who I am?"

"No. Are you famous?" Lu Fan shook his head.

"Oh my, Lord Champa, let's not be impulsive. We are guests from afar; we should discuss things reasonably." Even Vados could hardly watch this anymore.

"Hmph, he only sells 1,000 bottles of Cola a day. As if discussing it would actually work!" Champa rolled his eyes.

"Mr. Lu Fan, we have come from a very distant star sector. Could you please let us have a glass of Cola to taste?" Vados said politely.

"Vados, don't waste your effort," Champa chuckled softly. "I think it would be better to give this kid a good thrashing, then make him get us a glass of Cola to try. If it tastes good, we'll take him back to our planet and have him make Cola for us every day. If it doesn't taste good... I don't think there's any need for him to exist."

"Fine," Lu Fan suddenly said. "But I will only make it for her to drink."

"Thank you," Vados nodded with a smile.

"What did you say?" Champa was instantly enraged.

You mean you'll only make it for Vados, and not for me?

Champa was just about to step forward to deal with Lu Fan...

However, upon second thought, he decided not to act immediately.

He would let this kid make a glass of Cola for Vados to taste first.

If it tasted good, he would make other plans.

If it tasted bad, he would wipe him out.

Lu Fan walked over, filled a glass with Cola, and handed it to Vados.

Vados took the Cola and took a small sip.

With that one sip...

Vados's eyebrows began to dance.

This was simply too delicious.

The flavor was truly peerless.

Vados smacked her lips, experiencing the pleasure on her taste buds.

"Vados, how does it taste?" Champa asked.

Yet, the moment Champa finished asking, he already understood how it tasted.

The way Vados was drinking it so greedily...

It would be strange if it didn't taste good.

The glass of Cola was quickly drained to the bottom by Vados.

Vados even held the empty glass, letting the very last drop of Cola drip into her mouth.

Champa: "..."

You damn woman!

Leave some for me...

You are truly shameless.