"What do you mean? What do you mean, you're sold out?" Champa asked, confused.
"This cola shop only sells a thousand bottles a day," the alien replied. "They won't sell any more than that."
"Are there really people who do business like this? Is it because they've run out of ingredients?" Champa asked.
"They should have plenty of ingredients, I think. It's probably just a marketing gimmick to make people think it's scarce." After saying that, the alien took another bite of his chicken wing and drank some cola. He even smacked his lips, looking utterly blissful.
Seeing how blissful the alien looked, Champa immediately started craving some.
"Vados, let's go check out that cola shop. It looks like it should be pretty good," Champa said softly to Vados.
"Didn't you hear that they're already sold out for the day?" Vados said with a smile.
"Hmph. If I go, do you think he'd dare refuse to sell me some?" Champa said with a laugh.
"Oh my, what if he refuses to sell it even if you use force? What will you do then?" Vados sighed.
"Then I'll kill him," Champa said. "It's not as if one person's death is a big deal."
Vados: "..."
"Come on, let's go have a look," Champa suggested.
"All right." Vados nodded. "Let me get these to go first."
With that, Vados called over a server and asked them to pack up her chicken wings.
Champa: "..."
"Why go to all that trouble? We can have them packed when we leave," Champa said.
"If they can pack them now, why wait until we're leaving?" Vados said with a smile.
"Do whatever you want. Just hurry up. Maybe we can still get some cola," Champa grumbled. "I don't want to cause trouble in that Beerus fellow's universe unless I have to."
"Mm, I'll be ready in a moment." Vados nodded gently.
Once the chicken wings had been packed up,
Champa and Bas headed toward the cola shop where Lu Fan was.
The day's cola had already sold out.
Lu Fan had also closed up for the day.
Vegeta had finished packing his things and was about to part ways with Lu Fan.
I've been following you around, experiencing life for three years...
And I still haven't become a Super Saiyan.
Not only that, my battle power has barely increased by a little over two hundred in all this time.
Vegeta felt like crying.
Lu Fan was a complete scammer.
"Damn it, if I'd trained properly, my battle power would've reached at least 100,000 by now!" Vegeta said irritably to Lu Fan as he prepared to leave.
"Your Highness, don't be so sure of yourself," Lu Fan sighed.
"What did you say?" Vegeta was so angry his liver hurt. "I'm the most talented Saiyan there is. You know that."
"Your future potential, Your Highness... If you leave me, you'll probably only reach a battle power of 18,000 at most," Lu Fan said.
Vegeta: "..."
Vegeta felt like Lu Fan had stabbed him in the heart.
What are you talking about?
Whose battle power only reaches 18,000?
What kind of nonsense is that?
"Hmph, that's complete rubbish!" Vegeta snorted. "Just you wait. In a few years, my battle power will reach 100,000. When that happens, I'll come back to find you—assuming you're still alive."
"Hey! Is anyone there?"
Just as Vegeta finished speaking, Champa's voice came from outside.
Behind Lu Fan and Vegeta's cola shop stood a house measuring around four hundred square meters.
The two of them lived there.
The Gourmet Planet was about the same size as Namek.
As a result, most of the buildings on the planet were quite large.
A house of around four hundred square meters was considered small on the Gourmet Planet.
Vegeta and Lu Fan's spaceship was parked in the yard.
"We're sold out for today," Lu Fan called out.
"Whoosh!"
As soon as Lu Fan spoke, Champa and Vados swooped down from the sky and landed in the yard.
Lu Fan froze for a moment.
What were these two doing here?
Vegeta had been about to board the spaceship and leave, but after seeing the two unexpected visitors, he stopped for the time being.
Vegeta quietly looked at Champa.
He felt like he'd seen this person somewhere before.
But for the moment, he couldn't remember who he was.
Vegeta figured...
I've seen too many aliens. This guy doesn't seem like anyone special.
"Hey, kid, pour me a glass of cola," Champa said to Lu Fan.
"We're sold out," Lu Fan replied.
"What did you say?" Champa's face darkened instantly. "Do you know who I am?"
"No. Are you famous?" Lu Fan shook his head.
"Oh my, Lord Champa, don't get worked up. We're guests from afar. Surely we can talk things out," Vados said, unable to watch any longer.
"Hmph. He only sells a thousand bottles a day. As if talking things out would do any good!" Champa rolled his eyes.
"Mr. Lu Fan, we've come from a very distant part of the universe. Could you spare us a glass of cola to try?" Vados asked politely.
"Vados, don't bother," Champa said with a faint smile. "I think it'd be better to beat this kid up and make him give us some cola. If it's good, we'll take him back to our planet and have him make cola for us every day. If it isn't... I don't think there's any reason for him to keep living."
"Sure," Lu Fan said suddenly. "But I'll only make it for you."
"Thank you." Vados smiled and nodded.
"What did you say?" Champa flew into a rage.
You mean you'll only make it for Vados and not for me?
Champa was just about to step forward and deal with Lu Fan...
But then he thought better of it and held back.
He'd let the kid make a glass for Vados to try first.
If it tasted good, he'd decide what to do next.
If it tasted bad, he'd destroy him.
Lu Fan went to get a cup, poured some cola, and handed it to Vados.
Vados took the cola and sipped a little.
As soon as it touched her lips...
Vados's eyebrows began to dance.
It was unbelievably delicious.
The flavor was out of this world.
Vados smacked her lips, savoring the pleasure on her taste buds.
"Vados, how does it taste?" Champa asked.
But as soon as he asked, he already knew the answer.
The way Vados was drinking it...
There was no way it could taste bad.
Vados quickly drained the entire glass of cola.
She even held up the empty cup and tipped the last drop into her mouth.
Champa: "..."
You've got to be kidding me!
Leave some for me...
You're absolutely shameless.
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