"Bang!"
The white smoke dissipated, and a long table filled with various dishes appeared out of thin air.
Heat rises from every plate, and the mixed aroma fills the courtyard.
Orleans Roasted Chicken Wings, Braised Pork Belly, Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs, and several local snacks brought back from Universe 3.
Reiz sat down at the table, picked up the cup and took a sip of juice.
The two sat across from each other, and the sound of the clinking of chopsticks and the soft sound of the rim of the bowl alternated in the quiet courtyard. Occasionally, the wind passed through the gaps in the courtyard wall, carrying the heat on the table and drifting to the side.
Not long after eating, there was a knock on the door.
"Boom, boom, boom."
The pace is neither urgent nor slow, with a kind of uninvited casualness.
Reiz put down the chopsticks in his hand, raised his hand and waved it in the air, and the heavy alloy door slid inwards silently.
Vegeta and Broly walked in from the door one after the other.
Broly's steps were long and fast, with a long-held excitement on his face. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Reiz, you are finally back!"
Vegeta followed behind, putting his hands in his trouser pockets, lowering his head, and walking much slower than usual.
His chin was not raised as high as usual, and his eyes fell on the gravel ground under his feet, with a layer of loneliness in his expression.
"Did nothing happen while I was away?" Reiz put down the chopsticks in his hands, leaned back on the chair, and scanned the two of them one after another.
"It's nothing." Broly waved his hand, then turned his head and glanced at Vegeta beside him, and added, "It's just that Vegeta is not feeling well."
"Oh?" Reiz raised his eyebrows and turned his attention to Vegeta.
Vegeta's body froze very obviously, and his shoulders tensed for a moment, and then slowly relaxed.
His lips pursed into a line, and his eyes still did not rise.
"Vegeta was defeated by Kakarot, and now he is in a very low mood." Broly said calmly, without any mockery in his tone, he was just stating a fact.
"Is there such a thing?" Reiz's hand holding the cup hung in the air, his brows raised slightly.
He remembered clearly that on the day he left Planet Vegeta, Son Goku's Combat Power was only in his early one hundred years at most.
From the time he left to the time he came back, more than ten days passed.
At the normal growth rate of Son Goku, let alone more than ten days, even if given a whole year, Combat Power would not be able to grow from one hundred to Vegeta, which could defeat three million.
How could Vegeta lose to Son Goku?
"Not only that, that guy Raditz has also come back to life!" Vegeta finally couldn't help it anymore, and raised his head suddenly, with something unclear whether it was anger or confusion in his voice, "I don't know what happened to Kakarot, in short, he became very weird."
"Is Raditz resurrected?" Reiz put down the cup, rested his arm on the table, and stopped for a moment on Vegeta's face.
Vegeta did not continue speaking, but nodded solemnly.
His chin lowered again, his tail hanging behind him, motionless.
Broly stood nearby and nodded, as if to supplement what Vegeta had not said.
"It's interesting." The corners of Reiz's mouth slowly curved up, and a glimmer of interest flashed in his eyes.
Linoshi also put down the chopsticks in her hand, reached out and picked up Scepter from her side, and the crystal ball on the head of the staff gently swirled in her palm.
The silver light flowed inside the sphere for a moment, and a clear image was projected from the surface of the crystal ball and slowly unfolded in mid-air.
Son Goku in the picture is practicing in his backyard.
His movements were the same as before Reiz left, but the things under those eyes had completely changed.
That kind of concentration and composure, as well as the precise control of force when shooting, are not what a four-year-old child should have.
"Reiz, it feels like Kakarot has changed into a different person." Linoshi's voice was soft and his eyes fell on the projection.
"Broly, go and bring Kakarot over." Reiz withdrew his gaze, turned to Broly and gave instructions.
"Okay." Broly readily agreed. He kicked off his feet and flew into the sky, passing over the courtyard wall. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the dark red sky above Royal City.
After a while, Broly came back with Son Goku.
Two figures, one tall and one short, fell from the courtyard wall.
The soles of Broly's boots hit the ground first, followed closely by Son Goku, who tapped their toes on the gravel to stabilize their center of gravity.
Reiz looked Son Goku up and down.
His eyes and posture were completely different from before he left, and his current energy intensity far exceeded what he should have at this age.
Basic Combat Power has reached the eight million level, and the aura is still rising, like a reservoir that has just opened its gates.
"Are you Reiz?" Son Goku took a step forward, his eyes lit up, and his tone contained an undisguised expectation and enthusiasm.
"Not bad." Reiz smiled slightly and crossed his arms across his chest, "Something important must have happened to you, right?"
"Yes, that's true!" Son Goku did not hide it, nodded, put his hands on his waist, and grinned, "Actually, I am not the Son Goku I am now..."
He spoke calmly and without hesitation.
Next, he told Reiz the story from beginning to end about GT World, about Syn Shenron, about being taken away by Shenron, about the soul wandering and then entering this four-year-old body.
Vegeta stood nearby, his pupils shrank suddenly, he opened his mouth, and then pressed his lips tightly.
No wonder he couldn't beat this guy.
It turns out that this guy was reborn and came back with more than fifty years of combat experience.
That Kakarot didn't go from one hundred to three million, he used more than fifty years of experience to control a four-year-old body.
Vegeta exhaled secretly. The feeling of suffocation that had been held in his chest for several days seemed to have been gently moved from somewhere. Although it had not completely disappeared, at least it found a reasonable explanation.
"More than fifty years later?" Reiz touched his chin, his eyes falling on Son Goku's serious face.
His mind was moving very quickly.
GT World.
Son Goku comes from that parallel time and space.
No wonder his fighting style is somewhat different from the Son Goku in his memory. The Saiyan in that world took a completely different growth path from the main world.
"Yes." Son Goku nodded seriously, "I don't know why I came here, but I am still very happy to meet more powerful people in this world!"
He put his hands on his hips and smiled without any haze.
"I've heard about the world where Kakarot lives." Linoshi suddenly spoke, his voice still soft, but his tone was a little more serious than before.