"So, this is all true?" Kusu chuckled.
"Sister, what do you mean?" Vados suddenly had a bad feeling.
I seem to have fallen into a trap.
"It's okay, it's okay, you don't have to worry about it." Kusu smiled happily.
Vados: "..."
But Vados thought about it carefully, so what if I had that oath?
Didn't the little kid not grow up?
Let's talk about it when you grow up.
"Boy, I've said all that needs to be said, where is the canned yellow head?" Champa asked again.
"I'll get it for you right now." Vegeta said, taking out a bottle of canned yellow peach with fur from Storage Ring and throwing it to Champa, "I made this a long time ago. It may have been stored for a long time, and it may have expired."
Champa immediately took the yellow head can, brought it to the tip of his nose and smelled it.
There is almost no smell.
"No matter, let's try it first." Champa muttered, opened the lid of the canned yellow peach, opened his mouth and started eating directly.
Rumsshi: "..."
How dare you say it.
That dong West City has grown hair, but you still eat it...
"Pui Pui Bah!"
Champa spit out the yellow peach after taking a bite.
"Why is it so unpalatable?" Champa's face turned dark and he stared at Vegeta.
"Maybe it's out of date." Vegeta replied, "It's a delicacy in one period. When you met me, canned yellow peaches were still relatively popular, but now they are out of date! And it is said that this food is more delicious when you are sick."
Champa: "..."
The canned yellow peach I had been waiting so hard for turned out to be so unpalatable.
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
"Vados, is this what you call delicious?" Champa said with a dark face.
"Oh my, maybe Mr. Vegeta is right, it is indeed out of date, right?" Vados said with a smile, "Actually, I don't really want to eat it now."
Champa doesn't want to talk anymore.
My canned yellow peaches!
The only thought in my heart turned into nothing.
"Vegeta, then let's go." Rumsshi said to Vegeta, then rolled his eyes at Champa, "Huh, farewell!"
"No!" Champa hummed and spat out two more mouthfuls of saliva, showing that he didn't like Rumsshi very much.
"Before I leave, let me tell you that after this kid's body was repaired, I briefly trained him, and his current strength is already very impressive." Rumsshi said.
"Hmph, with this kid's physical fitness, what's so great about him?" Champa looked contemptuous.
"Champa, are you questioning my ability?" Rumsshi hummed.
"I'm just questioning your ability, what's wrong?" Champa snorted coldly, "What kind of outstanding guy can you train? Also, take him away quickly, I have no interest in him anymore."
Canned yellow peaches are so unpalatable, it's a pity that I still miss you so much all these years.
You really disappoint me.
What's the use of keeping this little brat by my side?
"Are you sure you want me to take him away?" Rumsshi asked.
"What? Don't you want to take him away too?" Champa snorted, "Then just send him back to Universe 7!"
"No, I decided to train him well and make him my successor." Rumsshi chuckled.
"Whatever you want." Champa chuckled.
"I hope you won't regret it." Rumsshi said.
"Why do you think I will regret it?" Champa said with a smile, "With his talent, how far can you cultivate it?"
"Then it's settled, from today on, Vegeta is our Universe 10." Rumsshi said.
"Humph, I have no objection if you want to accept him as your apprentice." Champa had no objection, "This is your freedom."
"Vegeta, have you heard everything? This big fat cat you are thinking about doesn't like you, so I'd better treat you well." Rumsshi showed a proud look on his face.
Vegeta nodded seriously and took out a small notebook calmly.
Immediately afterwards, Vegeta changed the 10060 on the notebook to 5000.
Rumsshi came over and took a look.
Why has this number dropped again?
This guy said before that this number is Hate Value.
Whose Hate Value is this?
Why is it still lowered?
Rumsshi doesn't think he has anything Hate Value in front of Vegeta.
So Rumsshi didn't think about himself.
Rumsshi feels that he is good enough for Vegeta.
I'll teach you how to practice, and I'll take you out to trick people.
Am I not good enough for you?
Therefore, Rumsshi never thought that Vegeta also had Hate Value for him.
Of course, Rumsshi doesn't know either, but Vegeta's love for him Hate Value is gradually decreasing.
"What? What is this number?" Champa also took a curious look, but quickly turned a blind eye.
Why do I care about such a brat's numbers?
"It's decided, I will live in Universe 10 from now on, Universe 10 is my home." Vegeta nodded seriously.
"That's pretty much it." Rumsshi chuckled, with a little excitement in his expression.
Champa noticed this subtle change in Rumsshi's expression.
Rumsshi This guy looks quite happy.
The guy named Vegeta is very talented.
Isn't it just that the soul strength is higher?
No matter how strong your soul is, if your physical ability can't keep up, everything will be in vain.
"Champa, just regret it! Hahaha!" Rumsshi laughed wildly.
"Hmph, I'm not bragging. If I were to randomly find anyone in our universe, I could beat him to the ground." Champa snorted, "It doesn't matter if you train him for a while! But his qualifications are not very good! As an ordinary person, if you practice hard, you will have no problem becoming a god on a planet, but if you want to become a universe-level existence, it is still early!"
"Oh? Can you just find someone to come over and beat this kid until his teeth are all over the floor?" Rumsshi said with a smile, "Why don't I believe it?"
"I'm bored lately, do you want to play a game?" Champa suddenly became interested.
"How do you plan to play?" Rumsshi asked.
"Those who lose have to pay a price. We can't just treat it as a competition and let it end." Champa hummed.
"Of course you have to pay the price!" Rumsshi nodded.
"I won't bully you. We have five people from each universe. We will find a planet for them to compete in three days. The loser will have to pay the price." Champa showed a face of confidence.
"What do you need?" Rumsshi asked.
"It's very simple. I've been too bored recently and don't want to go to work." Champa pondered, "If I win, you only need to work for me for 100 years. How about that?"