Dragon Ball: Betrothed to Whis at the Start
Chapter 20

Preparing Canned Peaches

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"Yes." Vegeta nodded. "I've had someone remove the poison from your parents. They'll wake up soon, so don't worry. Everything will be fine."

"Huh? Huh? Huh?" Bulma was stunned.

Tights took a long time to come around, too.

The poison was already gone?

He'd been away for less than ten minutes.

"Hello? Hello... What? They've already woken up? Their vital signs are completely normal?" The doctor took a call nearby and was dumbfounded by what he heard.

Bulma and Tights looked toward him.

"My colleague called to say Dr. Brief and his wife have fully recovered... This really is a medical miracle." The doctor sighed over and over.

"What does this have to do with medicine?" Bulma shook her little head.

"Bulma, don't be rude," Tights scolded her quietly. "Thank you for your help, Doctor."

"By the way, Bulma, did your parents remember to drink that?" Vegeta asked.

"Mom thought your wine jug was pretty distinctive, and figured the wine inside must taste good, so she made a few extra dishes for Dad..." Bulma explained.

Vegeta: "..."

You thought that stuff was wine, too?

Three days later.

Dr. Brief and his wife, Panchy, had fully recovered.

Vegeta had resumed his routine of drinking Ultra Divine Water.

At the same time, Vegeta had given his spaceship to Dr. Brief to study.

Vegeta no longer had any reason to fear Frieza.

Even if Frieza came to Earth right now, I'm confident I can transform into a Super Saiyan in no time.

As for Jaco of the Galactic Patrol, he realized Vegeta had no intention of going after him, and finally let out a sigh of relief.

Dr. Brief repaired Jaco's spaceship.

Afraid Vegeta might change his mind, Jaco immediately piloted the spaceship back to Galactic Patrol Headquarters.

Just like before, Vegeta drank Ultra Divine Water as if it were wine.

He drained another bottle of Ultra Divine Water.

After finishing it, Vegeta went to find somewhere to sleep.

Another eight hours passed.

Rumble!

An immensely powerful energy erupted from Vegeta once again.

Vegeta sensed the strength of his energy.

Not bad, not bad!

His base battle power had reached five million.

Ultra Divine Water really was amazing.

The next time I see Vados, I'll have to ask her to check me over.

I'd hate for my base battle power to increase, only for me to end up poisoned beyond all hope of a cure.

It shouldn't come to that.

After all, this body of mine has an Immortal Body.

It might not be completely immortal yet, but it should have the potential for an Immortal Body.

Vegeta shook the bottle of Ultra Divine Water.

He'd have to wait another three days.

No, I can't just sit around for those three days.

I need to figure out how to control my battle power.

If I let this much battle power pour out without hiding it, my energy seems to drain too quickly.

Right, I'll go see Master Roshi.

I'll have him train me for a while.

"Bulma, I'm heading out for a bit," Vegeta told her.

"Huh? Where are you going?" Bulma asked.

"I'm going to train. I'm not sure when I'll be back," Vegeta said.

"Going off to train? You're something else... You're only five, and you're already working this hard?" Bulma exclaimed.

"If I don't, how am I supposed to become the strongest warrior in the universe?" Vegeta said with a smile.

"You want to become the strongest warrior in the universe?" Bulma stared at him for two seconds.

"While I'm gone, get me some peaches, rock sugar, and glass jars," Vegeta said. "And make me a watch or something, one that can hold those Senzu Beans."

"What do you need all those peaches for?" Bulma asked, puzzled.

"I'm off." Vegeta didn't bother explaining and shot up into the sky.

Vegeta quickly appeared above the island where Master Roshi lived, then descended from the sky.

Smack!

Vegeta landed with his hands in his pockets.

"You again..." When Sea Turtle saw Vegeta, he trembled in fear, cold sweat running down his face.

"You're back?" Vegeta said with a smile.

"I... I'm back..." Sea Turtle was terrified.

"You're in the way." Vegeta glanced sideways at Sea Turtle.

Sea Turtle: "..."

How was he in the way?

What was he doing to bother him?

"Never mind. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you off this time." Vegeta ignored Sea Turtle and walked straight into the house.

Sea Turtle: "..."

I didn't do anything to you.

What a little devil.

Vegeta had just reached the doorway when he heard upbeat dance music coming from inside.

The same familiar music and rhythm as before.

Master Roshi was still staring intently at the television, his face practically pressed against the screen.

A few pretty young women were dancing on the show.

Vegeta didn't hurry to interrupt Master Roshi. Instead, he sat down on the sofa and watched the show.

He had to admit, those young women were pretty good dancers.

Five minutes later.

"That's all for today's show. We'll see you again at the same time the day after tomorrow." A voice came from the television.

Then the program ended and an advertisement came on.

Master Roshi looked disappointed.

"And that's the end... What a shame, what a shame." Master Roshi sighed, stretched his back, and loosened up his arms.

The next moment, Master Roshi sensed some movement behind him.

He immediately turned around.

At once, he saw Vegeta sitting on the sofa.

"Huh? Whose kid are you? How did you get in here?" Master Roshi asked quickly.

"I came to learn martial arts from you," Vegeta said with a smile.

"Learn from me? Martial arts?" Master Roshi was taken aback. "It's great that someone so young is eager to learn martial arts. Well done."

"When can we start?" Vegeta asked.

"But I'm not taking on any more students. You'd better leave," Master Roshi said with a smile.

"I never planned to become your student. I just want you to teach me how to control my ki," Vegeta said with a smile. "The energy inside me is so powerful that I'm worried I might accidentally shatter the Earth."

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