Mu Yang and Bulma's Promise

"Tights, pull my cheeks. I suspect I'm dreaming." Jaco was stunned, his expression filled with bewilderment.

"I also feel like this isn't real..." Tights tugged at Jaco's skin.

"Hiss! That hurts!!"

Jaco felt a piercing pain in his cheek. "Alright, it's not a dream! Tights, let go, you're about to rip my face off."

Tights released her grip on Jaco's cheek, her gaze fixed steadily in Mu Yang's direction.

"What's wrong?" Jaco smirked. "Don't tell me you've taken a fancy to him?"

"Mhm, I have."

Jaco: "..."

No way, I was just joking.

I was only teasing, and she actually took a fancy to him?

Jaco began to doubt his life; did he just accidentally play the role of a matchmaker?

Tights glanced at Jaco from the corner of her eye. Seeing his existential expression, she couldn't help but chuckle softly and blurted out, "Relax, I just want to make him the protagonist of my next novel."

"So that's it." Jaco finally set his mind at ease. He sized up Mu Yang in the distance and nodded. "He certainly has the look of a protagonist."

"Right?" Tights said no more.

Their idle chatter did not reach the ears of Mu Yang and Whis.

They had already begun discussing their return to the Destroyer God Realm.

They had been out for quite a while. It was supposed to be just a meal, yet so many things had happened along the way.

Furthermore, Whis had other intentions; he needed to hurry and send Mu Yang to Universe 6.

It wasn't just about showing off; Whis wanted his sister Vados to help him train Mu Yang, the Candidate Destroyer of Universe 7.

Regardless of the reasoning, Whis could not afford any more delays.

Likewise, the same went for Mu Yang.

The recent battle had given him some insights, and he was eager to return to the Destroyer God Realm to rest and make a breakthrough.

"Little Bulma, you should go back to Earth with your sister Tights and the others. I'm leaving now." Mu Yang stepped away from Whis, approached Bulma, and placed his hands on her shoulders, speaking seriously.

Mu Yang was only two centimeters taller than Bulma, so by placing his hands on her shoulders, he effectively brought their heights to the same level.

Mu Yang and Bulma stood face to face.

Initially, Bulma had felt a bit shy when meeting Mu Yang's jewel-like, radiant eyes, but when she heard he was leaving, her eyes instantly turned red.

"Brother Mu Yang, don't you want me anymore?" Bulma looked aggrieved. "What did I do wrong?"

Mu Yang didn't feel much better.

Who could endure such a cute little girl crying in front of them with such a heartbroken expression?

However, all good things must come to an end.

"Be good, Bulma."

In the end, Mu Yang gently stroked her soft blue hair in a comforting gesture and smiled. "I'll be back soon, don't worry."

"Then... about how long will it be?" Bulma was still uneasy.

Mu Yang pondered for a moment before saying, "Probably by the time you're an adult."

Hearing this, Bulma finally stopped crying. She wiped the tears from her eyes and said pitifully, "Brother Mu Yang, you must come to pick me up when I'm an adult, okay?"

"I promise."

Mu Yang was charmed once again by Bulma's adorable appearance, his eyes crinkling into a smile.

"Then..."

Bulma extended the pinky finger of her right hand, curling it slightly to make a pinky-promise gesture. "Brother Mu Yang, let's make a pinky promise."

Mu Yang sighed; there was really no other way. If he didn't do this, Bulma likely wouldn't let them leave.

"Alright, let's promise."

Mu Yang extended his left pinky, mirroring the gesture.

Their pinkies intertwined, and at the same time, they spoke in unison.

"Pinky promise, a hundred years, no changing!"

"Whoever breaks it is a little puppy!!"

Hearing Bulma's lively, cheerful, and innocent words, Mu Yang didn't know what to say.

Whis stood to the side, watching the scene with a faint smile.

Likewise, Jaco remained expressionless, simply staring at the pair.

Tights gently covered her lips with her hand, her eyes widening as she took in the beautiful scene before her, her cheeks instantly flushing a rosy red.

Seeming to think of something, Tights' expression suddenly turned dejected.

"What's wrong with you?" Jaco noticed the look on Tights' face and asked, looking puzzled.

"It's nothing..."

Tights was unwilling to say more.

Just then, Mu Yang took Bulma's small hand and walked up to Tights, entrusting her with a solemn tone, "I'll leave Bulma in your care."

"Alright, thank you, Mr. Mu Yang." Tights took Bulma's small hand from Mu Yang's.

Back in the warmth of her older sister, Bulma still felt a lingering sense of loss.

"Don't mention it, it was just a small favor." With that, Mu Yang walked over to Whis' side.

"Let's go, Whis," Mu Yang said indifferently.

"Oh my, aren't you going to say goodbye, Mr. Mu Yang?" Whis teased with a playful look on his face.

"Whis!" Mu Yang's mouth twitched.

As expected, angels are all a bunch of black-hearted bastards.

"Well then, Mr. Jaco, Ms. Tights, and Ms. Bulma, we shall take our leave. By the way, your food was delicious," Whis said, expressing his gratitude sincerely.

Without lingering any further, he tapped his staff lightly against the ground. A stream of seven-colored light enveloped Whis and Mu Yang, and they shot straight up into the sky.

"Truly an expert," Jaco sighed with emotion as he watched the streak of light in the sky.

"Indeed," Tights said, also watching the light.

"Let's go, then."

"Right, we still need to wake up Merus."

Meanwhile, in the cold expanse of outer space.

North Galaxy.

Inside the main cockpit of a massive fleet of warships.

Frieza, sitting in his hoverchair, clad in hard armor with a faint murderous glint in his eyes, stared unkindly at the person reporting to him.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

"King... King Frieza, the life-detection devices hidden on the Ginyu Force's scouters have stopped responding. I fear they have met with misfortune." The soldier trembled uncontrollably.

Frieza's expression didn't change, though his face grew a few degrees colder. "Continue."

"Y-yes."

The soldier wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, took off the scouter from his eye, and pressed a purple button on it.

The words Ginyu spoke before his death were played back clearly for Frieza to hear.

It wasn't just Frieza; everyone in the main command room turned pale.

Captain Ginyu, with his terrifying combat power, had actually perished on Planet Helka!

"King Frieza, may I go now?" the soldier asked, looking at Frieza with hope.

Frieza laughed. "You may indeed go."

The soldier felt a wave of relief and was just about to retreat.

Suddenly, Frieza raised a finger, and a brilliant laser beam shot from his fingertip, instantly piercing the soldier's chest.

Then, he watched coldly as the soldier collapsed to the floor, blood pooling around him as he gradually lost his life.

"Why, King Frieza..."

Frieza did not answer.

Everyone around them stood in terrified silence, not daring to provoke Frieza while he was in such a rage.