The image of Vegeta gradually shrank.
At last, it shrank until it was inside a Crystal Ball.
Outside the Crystal Ball was a pair of bright, cunning, beautiful eyes.
They belonged to Vados.
Vados was using the Scepter in her hand to observe Vegeta.
Champa was watching from the side.
"Lord Champa, what are you looking at? It's not as if you can see anything," Vados said with a laugh.
Champa felt a stab in the heart.
"Ahem... What's that brat Vegeta doing?" Champa asked.
"Oh my, oh my... He was just drinking some kind of poison..." Vados wiped away her sweat.
"Poison?" Champa was stunned, and for a long while he couldn't react.
"It's a poison that can unlock a human's latent energy... He's already drunk two jin of it." Vados gave a wry smile.
"Th-this kid's crazy..." Champa shook his head.
"What he's doing is certainly crazy," Vados agreed. "But his strength has already increased tenfold because of it."
"Tch, only ten times? He's still too weak." Champa snorted. "That idiot. Doesn't he know that training with us would get him twice the results for half the effort?"
"Perhaps once he wakes up and the poison has fully taken effect, his energy will increase many times over," Vados speculated.
"Even if it increased a hundredfold, he still wouldn't be worth a single finger of mine." Champa snorted.
"Lord Champa, there's no point comparing yourself to him," Vados said with a smile. "After all, Lord Champa is the most powerful God of Destruction in our universe."
"Heh heh, I like the sound of that." Champa excitedly put his hands on his hips.
"Lord Champa, are we staying in Universe 7 any longer?" Vados asked.
"We should head back. We've been away for three months already." Champa replied, "It's great that Beerus is asleep. I can do whatever I want in his universe."
"Indeed," Vados giggled.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The two of them transformed into streaks of light of different colors and sped toward Universe 6.
As they flew along,
Champa suddenly thought of something.
"Wait a minute. Did we overlook something?" Champa asked.
"What is it, Lord Champa?" Vados asked.
"Didn't we say that if that brat Vegeta could find you, you'd agree to marry him?" Champa said. "If we take him over there after a while, he'll know where we are. Are you really going to marry him then?"
"I was only joking. Did you take me seriously, Lord Champa?" Vados rolled her eyes.
"It's not me who took it seriously. It's that brat Vegeta, isn't it?" Champa said with a laugh.
"We'll talk about it then. He still has decades before he grows up." Vados smiled. "Besides, hasn't he already found true love on Earth?"
"Hm? True love? On Earth?" Champa stared blankly for three seconds.
"Yes, yes. He met a little girl his age on Earth, and she affectionately called him 'hubby.'" Vados smiled.
Pfft...
Champa burst out laughing.
Vados shot him a sidelong glance.
What are you laughing at?
"Vados, I didn't expect you to get cheated on so soon." Champa danced around gleefully.
Vados: "..."
"But speaking of which, don't forget that brat Vegeta's pinky swear..." Champa grinned.
Vados was speechless.
Pinky swear, hook on the thumb, a hundred million years without breaking it. Whoever breaks it has to go be Grand Minister's dad and eat shit...
"Are you really planning to make Grand Minister... um... do that?" Champa asked.
"Do what?" Vados asked, pretending not to know.
"Eat shit," Champa said.
"Oh my, oh my. I've already recorded it. I'll hand it over to Grand Minister when the time comes." Vados laughed.
Champa immediately wilted.
Vados, that's not playing fair.
Earth.
Capsule Corp headquarters.
"Bulma, isn't that Vegeta? Has he flown back?" Panchy asked curiously.
"Yes, Mom, he's back. He said he won't be leaving for now." Bulma said excitedly. "So I've decided: tomorrow, I'm going on a honeymoon with Vegeta."
Panchy: "..."
You're a four-year-old little brat. What honeymoon could you possibly go on...
"Bulma, actually, I'd recommend taking Vegeta to kindergarten for your honeymoon," Panchy suggested.
"Mom! No way! I want him to fly around in the sky with me!" Bulma huffed indignantly.
"Suit yourself..." Panchy was at a loss for words.
It's just kindergarten. Why are you so against going?
Clunk!
Just then, the bottle tucked in Vegeta's arms... no, the bottle of Ultra Divine Water, tumbled out because he was sleeping in an awkward position.
"Huh? What's this... a wine bottle?" Panchy stepped forward and picked up the bottle of Ultra Divine Water.
"Hmph, you're so young and already up to no good! You're already drinking at your age. Aliens have no sense of decency at all." Bulma pouted and grumbled, "If he's still getting drunk every day when he grows up, I'll divorce him!"
Panchy: "..."
You talk like such a little grown-up.
Panchy shook the bottle.
"There's still quite a bit in here. It should taste pretty good. I'll add it to your father's dinner tonight." Panchy hummed a little tune as she walked away with the bottle of Ultra Divine Water.
"Mom, that belongs to someone else. Could you please not touch other people's things?" Bulma said.
"What are you talking about, Bulma? Isn't Vegeta our son-in-law?" Panchy said with a smile. "It's only a little of his wine."
Bulma was speechless.
At dinner that evening,
An ambulance came screeching in with its siren blaring and rushed Bulma's parents to the hospital.
Ultra Divine Water poisoning.
Bulma was so worried that she cried. She couldn't wake Vegeta no matter what, so she had no choice but to call her older sister and follow the ambulance to the hospital.
Tights hurried to the hospital and found that the doctors had already issued a critical condition notice. She was speechless with grief.
Afterward, Tights took Bulma home and left a robot to wait at the hospital.
Their parents were in intensive care, and according to the doctor, they would need to lie there for at least three days before they might wake up.
There wasn't much point in staying there now.
She should get Bulma settled in first...
"Does anyone know how hard this is for me? I'm only four, and I have to run around taking care of everything..." Bulma sighed.
"Bulma, you've had a rough time." Tights felt like crying.
Bulma looked at her sister, then at the strange-looking fellow standing beside her.