Age 737.
Universe 7, Planet Vegeta.
Boom!
A little boy with upright hair and blue armor went flying backward, landing in the dirt and kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Vegeta, you've already lost to me 735 times. How are you still so persistent? You and I aren't even in the same league."
The child wore an exasperated expression as he spread his hands. His eyes seemed to hold a galaxy, and a confident smile was always playing on his sharply defined face.
Though his features were still childish, he had a composure far beyond his years.
He'd blinked and found himself born in this place, as a seven-year-old Saiyan. He couldn't help feeling a little helpless.
And to make matters worse, King Vegeta had adopted him, and this fellow Vegeta had latched onto him.
Mu Yang could only describe himself as terribly unlucky!
"Cut the crap, Mu Yang! I haven't lost yet. Take this!" As the dust cleared, Vegeta's small figure appeared before him.
He gathered a Ki Blast in each hand and fired them off in a frenzy!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
No good! No good! No good!
Mu Yang casually slapped the incoming Ki Blasts aside.
They flew off into the distance, where a series of explosions rang out!
"How is that possible?!"
Vegeta stared in disbelief, then stumbled back a few steps, sweating profusely.
"You know the difference between us now, don't you, Vegeta...-chan?"
Mu Yang teased him, the corner of his mouth curling into a knowing smile.
"Don't call me '-chan,' you jerk!"
Vegeta gritted his teeth, his fists clenching instinctively.
I really want to beat this jerk to death. But I can't beat him, and that's what pisses me off the most!
If I could beat him, I'd show him just how red the flowers can be.
"Sure, I understand, Vegeta-chan. I'll never call you Vegeta-chan again."
Mu Yang's grin grew even more wicked. Whenever he remembered how Vegeta had looked in a dress after Mu Yang tricked him into wearing one, he couldn't help bursting into laughter.
It was just too funny!
Hahahaha...
It was a shame he couldn't share it with anyone. There weren't even any cameras on Planet Vegeta, or he'd have loved to capture the moment.
Vegeta had no idea what Mu Yang was thinking, but his face still darkened as he turned away with a haughty huff.
"If you keep this up, I'll never call you big brother again."
"Hmph! Vegeta-chan, did you forget? You've never called me big brother."
"You jerk! I'll fight you!"
Vegeta lunged at him, opening his little mouth to bare his tiny canines before biting down on Mu Yang.
Mu Yang affectionately wrapped his arms around little Vegeta. When he saw Vegeta sink his teeth into his battle armor, he couldn't resist teasing him again. "Little Vegeta-chan, that's the hardest part of my whole body."
"Does it hurt?"
"It hurts!"
Vegeta felt like his teeth were about to fall out. He fought to keep the tears from welling in his eyes.
That jerk is wearing Elite Warrior armor!
He knocked out my front teeth!
Vegeta filed away the grudge, swearing that one day he'd get his revenge!
His stupid big brother will never see it coming!
Looking at how adorably foolish Vegeta was, Mu Yang couldn't make himself connect him with the haughty Vegeta he knew.
The difference between the two was just too great! Who could've imagined that the silly little kid he'd once been would grow up so arrogant?
Mu Yang guessed it was because Vegeta had been so lonely after the Saiyan race was wiped out.
The thought lingered in Mu Yang's mind, impossible to shake. He stroked Vegeta's little head, then spoke softly and tenderly. "Don't worry. Your big brother won't leave you alone."
Vegeta didn't quite understand what he meant.
What's gotten into my big brother now? What's this about being alone? I'm doing just fine!
Boom!
A tremendous commotion erupted from the distant royal palace, drawing Mu Yang and Vegeta's attention.
"That's...!"
Mu Yang's expression turned grave. He could sense his adoptive father, King Vegeta, in the palace, but there were no other life signs there.
And now, something like this had happened!
There was only one explanation: the catalyst for Planet Vegeta's destruction had arrived. Lord Beerus, the God of Destruction, was finally here!
If this went badly, it would mark the beginning of Planet Vegeta's destruction!
"Go on ahead, Vegeta!"
Mu Yang's expression was more serious than ever as he raised his ki to its limit.
Hearing this, Vegeta suddenly felt uneasy. He asked anxiously, "What about you?"
"Me?"
"I'll be back soon. Don't worry."
Mu Yang smiled as he set Vegeta down and ruffled his hair. He kept at it until Vegeta's hair was a mess, then finally turned, satisfied, and headed toward the palace.
Vegeta stared blankly at Mu Yang's retreating figure as he walked away. Without realizing it, tears slipped down his face, and he murmured:
"You have to come back safe and sound... big brother."
Meanwhile,
at the royal palace on Planet Vegeta,
King Vegeta was pressed face-first against the floor. His face was squashed beneath a purple cat's foot.
He tried desperately to unleash his ki and break free, but it was all in vain.
Even giving it everything he had was useless.
The owner of the catlike foot, the God of Destruction Beerus, stared down at him with a chilling glint in his eyes and spoke coldly. "King Vegeta, should I call you stupid or clever? You gave me the second-best pillow in the universe and kept the best one for yourself!"
"What? Do you think a mere Saiyan can put himself above the God of Destruction?"
Under Beerus's oppressive interrogation, King Vegeta broke into a cold sweat, filled with regret!
If I'd known this would happen, I never should've let greed get the better of me and hidden the best pillow in the universe.
"Lord Beerus, if you don't mind..."
King Vegeta forced an ugly smile onto his twisted face.
Beerus released King Vegeta, turned around, and sat in the nearby seat King Vegeta had just occupied. His gaze was icy as he looked at him.
He knew exactly what King Vegeta was about to say. He wanted to give Beerus the best pillow in the universe, but did Beerus even need it? No, he didn't!
What he needed was for mortals to fear and respect the God of Destruction!
"You can keep that best pillow in the universe for yourself, King Vegeta."
Beerus had already made up his mind. On the way back, he'd notify Frieza and have him destroy Planet Vegeta.
Whis stood silently beside him, holding his Scepter.
He naturally knew what Beerus was thinking.
But so what? The God of Destruction had the right to dispose of anything in his own universe. There was nothing an Angel could do to interfere!
Besides, the Saiyans had brought this on themselves. No one else was to blame.
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